Fordyk
13-11-2008, 10:44
General Patrick Dutch would never admit to being nervous and he hid it so well that nobody on board the rickety C-130 cargo aircraft would be able to tell. He, amother top officer and six members of the Level 4 Unit were on route to Avoya where they would be meeting with a top ranking official or representative to discuss possible deals that could be reached between the Soldier For Hire Mercenary Group and their mercenary group. It was General Dutch's first ''diplomatic'' mission of the SFHMG and he hadn't done any sort of work like this in just over 25 years and although he wouldn't admit it, back then he was simply so stubborn and full of pressure that his diplomatic missions usually became more like interrogations. Those were the old days though, his days as a special forces soldier in Fordyk now despite being head of a mercenary group he had managed to settle down substantially. His guess was that it was his age, something that could be spotted in the 60 year old mans salt and pepper hair which was cut short and tucked under a red beret. His face also helped detail his age perhaps inaccurately though as the wrinkles and lines made him appear much older than he was, a by product of just over 40 years of military service as an officer.
Dutch had never spoken of it but he'd considered passing on his position to the man beside him, Colonel Samson Blake. Blake had served in the military for 25 years, been a police officer for 5 and an armed security guard for six months. Blake couldn't handle doing anything that wasn't fast paced, his police job was barely enough to satisfy his need for action. Blake had also been a special forces soldier and served in the same unit as Dutch, one rank lower. This allowed them to interact often and become friends although they sometimes butted heads. Blake had short jet black hair with no grey, something a surprised even him. He face also did not show his age, nor did his body which was quite built. Blake had started training in many forms of unarmed combat and he'd actually turned down a job to teach it to the police department he used to work at. He suspected he'd been let go because of his age and now they wanted him back.
Sitting across from both officers was a well kept bunch of Level 4 soldiers all sporting the same dress uniform the only difference being the replacement of the red beret with a black one. The men all seemed in good spirits and they should be, it was their first mission as SFHMG soldiers although it would probably be a fairly unexciting one.
The C-130 bumped through a rough patch of turbulence and the pilot radioed to the airfield ahead.
''Ground this is Sierra Foxtrot Hotel Zero One, requesting permission to land, over.''
The pilot got permission (OOC: Hope you don't mind, it'll speed things up) and slowly but surely the plane approached the runway angling itself downwards until the tires touched the runway, bounced up, touched down, bounced up and touched down one final time eventually coming to a complete stop at the end of the runway. The rear ramp of the aircraft began to lower and the two officers climbed into the back of a silver sedan, two Level 4's jumping into the front. The remaining four hopped into a black SUV in front and both vehicles pulled onto the runway, heading for the gate at which they had been detailed to meet the official at.
Dutch had never spoken of it but he'd considered passing on his position to the man beside him, Colonel Samson Blake. Blake had served in the military for 25 years, been a police officer for 5 and an armed security guard for six months. Blake couldn't handle doing anything that wasn't fast paced, his police job was barely enough to satisfy his need for action. Blake had also been a special forces soldier and served in the same unit as Dutch, one rank lower. This allowed them to interact often and become friends although they sometimes butted heads. Blake had short jet black hair with no grey, something a surprised even him. He face also did not show his age, nor did his body which was quite built. Blake had started training in many forms of unarmed combat and he'd actually turned down a job to teach it to the police department he used to work at. He suspected he'd been let go because of his age and now they wanted him back.
Sitting across from both officers was a well kept bunch of Level 4 soldiers all sporting the same dress uniform the only difference being the replacement of the red beret with a black one. The men all seemed in good spirits and they should be, it was their first mission as SFHMG soldiers although it would probably be a fairly unexciting one.
The C-130 bumped through a rough patch of turbulence and the pilot radioed to the airfield ahead.
''Ground this is Sierra Foxtrot Hotel Zero One, requesting permission to land, over.''
The pilot got permission (OOC: Hope you don't mind, it'll speed things up) and slowly but surely the plane approached the runway angling itself downwards until the tires touched the runway, bounced up, touched down, bounced up and touched down one final time eventually coming to a complete stop at the end of the runway. The rear ramp of the aircraft began to lower and the two officers climbed into the back of a silver sedan, two Level 4's jumping into the front. The remaining four hopped into a black SUV in front and both vehicles pulled onto the runway, heading for the gate at which they had been detailed to meet the official at.