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A Rebellion Rests « Thread Started on Apr 15, 2009, 9:00pm »
She gazed on in surprise from the ambush, finding herself defensless witht he axe against her machines throat, not to mention the two mustelide with their bows packing some serious firepire behind them. But then again, that was what they were, she recognized the talismon they wore around their necks, the fang talismon, the Gran Ragido, a tribe that was known for it's skill, it's ability to ambush it's enemies, it's ability to run fifty miles, and fight a full scale battle at the end. And as she studied the creature before her, the one that held the axe at her armor's throat, she recalled that one day...
She blinked... fire.... opened her eyes once more to find herself in darkness... consumed by the hud of her armor as she heard muffled words, her cyclops eye scanning the figure before her, the system AI informing her to aim for the creature's legs, grid patterns highlighting various points of the Mustelidei.
She blinked again... gun fire... screams... flames rolling to the heavens into a thick and blackened smoke as the cries of children soared to the gods above... she opened her eyes once more, placing a hand on her own talisman, her own fang. She unzipped the collar of the gray-one piece outfit, and placed a hand around the talisman. Her brothers had come.
Immediately, she glanced to the right, grasping a locking wheel and turned it sharply, squinting under the dusty light as it poured in from the darkness, the vacuum seal on the armor breaching with a jetosoning pop as she shoved the hatch open, pulling off the helment, her dark skinned drenched in sweat as she pulled her legs out of the armor, removing the cord from her arm circuitry as she gazed at the one who had spoken.
"Greetings, to you, brother." Wolf bowed, her black hair swaying with the wind as it blew from the right. "My name is Lyndoku Ugkackea." she closed her eyes before the site of the male. It was custom to her tribe that females were often inferior to males, however, they were still treated with respect. Upon greeting, it was tradition that the females blow slightly, and close their eyes in respect to the warriors, or the leaders.
And as she reached to her neck, she removed the fang talisman, raising it to the air for all to see, it was the proof of her blood lineage, that she wasn't some kind of fake, or that she was impersonating them to get deep into their trust, and added to that, she rose her right arm, revealing the scars that lay beneath. "When the tribe was attacked by General Hodoque's, they slaughtered almost eveyone, the children... the sons... everyone. Very few. I fled to a refugee camp to our bordering nation, Ustio, and was later recaptured by Belka. My proof, is on my skin." she flashed the scars, which she attained during the attack.
"I've seen too much blood shed, I saw how they treated my people, those who are dear to me." she gazed at the Mustelidei before her. "Those my people care for, and I come before you, cheiftain, to fight at your disposal." she lowered her head once more.
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Re: A Rebellion Rests « Reply #1 on Apr 21, 2009, 11:05pm »
Boots padded against the sandy roads as a uniformed PMC sniper walked slowly with his M16, his weapon shoulder as he navigated his way around the urban warzone with careful ease, his thumb on the selector switch as gun shots and explosions tore through the city, slung to his back was an M24 sniper rifle, coated in a desert camouflage pattern. His eyes were observing as the soldier behind him watched his back, his M8 Commander at the low ready as he kept his eyes pealed, however, was facing the wrong direction.
Taylor gave a sigh, yet maintained his low profile, glancing at his OPSAT and reading the map that was displayed on the LCD screen, noting that they were next to a red circle. "Over there." he said as he pointed to the tree line, postering himself against the wall as he took a knee, bringing the weapon to his shoulder as he leaned it to the left, bringing back the charging handle slightly to expose the base of a cartridge, and released, Johnny nodded, yet hesitated. "Just go, I'll cover you." Taylor hissed as he lowered his shooting glasses before his eyes, watching as the sand picked up from the gust of wind. Johnny nodded, sprinting across the street with haste, slidding to a nearby building and planted his back against the wall, watching as Tayler slowly stood, waiting for the kid to provide cover. Johnny nodded, bringing the weapon to his left shoulder and peered around the corner, keeping his weapon steady as he retained both eyes open on site, Taylor lowering his weapon and gave one last peak, exhailing harshly and broke into a sprint, his equipment rattling as he sprinted at full speed, his vision blurring as he passed Johnny and too -planted his back against the wall. Johnny slowly rounded, his face concealed behind a balaclava as he exhailed, nodding as Tailor shouldered his weapon and bagan to advance without him, turning slightly as he made his observations, looking for cover, and a possible ambush point. "I don't know if I can do this..." Johnny hesitated as he placed a gloved hand on his chest, Taylor glancing over his shoulder with disgust. "You can, and you will." Taylor ordered as he lowered his M16A4, Johnny's eyes following him as he placed a hand on the wooden ladder. "I'll cover you from here, when you hear too beeps on your com, that'll be me signalling you it's clear." Taylor stated as he began to climb, Johnny nodded, bringing his weapon slowly to his shoulder, and provided cover as he climbed, his back firmly planted against the wall as the dust storm swirled sand around the alley.
Explosions continued to thunder through the city as Taylor climbed the building, knealing down as he unslung his M16 and swapped it out for the sniper rifle, his back barely visible over the rafters as he spotted a perfect position, a crumbled wall which had a good view of the open.
He got in the prone, bringing his rifle across and fitted it into the sniping shoulder of his vest, using his thumb to push up on the lense covers, which flipped up and held their position.
He shifted his position, bringing his right leg closer to his chest, his knee pad dragging against the rough clay-roof as he lowered his index finger to the magazine release, and checked his store, noting five rounds, and reinserted it with a click, his other hand gripping the handguard of his weapon with a steady knowledge.
He closed one eye, peering through the tinted lense of his scope, his black crossheirs gazing into the forest as he slowly scanned for any potential hostiles.
The thunder of jets screamed overhead as he focused on his scope, his hair waving under the wind generated by their engines as he focused his breathing, his sites waving with each breath as he placed his finger just above the trigger guard, spotting movement in the forest.
He observed them carefuly, using his right hand to turn the knob ontop of his scope two clicks, watching the crosshairs slightly raise, and then used the same hand to turn the other knob three clicks, the crossheirs shifting to the right, and focused his aim, noting that they wore irregular clothing, to include cloth and rags, and were armed with AK-47 assault rifles.
He watched their point of perspective, shifting his rifle to the right, he made out another, his back was turned and he rose his arms, stretching under the shade of a tree.
"hmm..." he mumbled as he turned his cap to the reverse and rose the stock of his rifle, getting a better feel for weapon.
He keyed in his radio, and turned the dial on his throat mic, the beep in his ear ensuring that he had reached a monitored channel.
"Alpha Dog, this is Kill Switch, come in, over." Taylor stated just above a whisper as he retained a firm lock on the two soldiers.
"Kill Switch, this is Alpha Dog, we comply, over." The voice on the other end stated firmly, his radio screetching in his ear as he whiped his brow from the accumilated sweat.
"Alpha Dog, this is Kill Switch, reds patroling... -break." he paused, glancing at his OPSAT, using his thumb to strike a menu selection on the touch screen, bringing up a line of numbers. "At sector -grid cordinates follow: North = Echo four, fife, sefen, two, won, six, niner, eight, East = won, six, sefen, five, two, zero, tree, zero; counting two reds, low threat, hindering operation security, requesting permission to neautralise threats, over." Taylor spoke with both radio discipline and clarity. (When speaking on a radio consisting of numbers, you pronounce them this way so that the person on the other end can understand everything that is being said, as numbers and letters can sound the same. E.g. Fife = 5, Won = 1; Niner = 9. etc.)
"Kill Switch, this is Alpha Dog, hold for confirmation, Over." there was silence as Taylor continued to fix his sites on the back of the soldier's head, estimating the windspeed and the elevation of his target as he also took into account humidity and curviosity. "Kill Switch, this is Alpha Dog, you have a green light to engage hostile targets, over." The sniper grinned, and firmly planted his eblows in close. "This is Kill Switch, I'm confirming order, engage any and all hostil targets, comply?"
"Affirmative, eliminate hostile targets on site; -Alpha Dog, Out." there was a click as the sniper used his thumb to push the safety lever forward, which gave a click as he used his other hand to turn the bolt-lever, and pull it back, the metalic cling as the brass rose to the bolt hinge singing in his ears as he pushed the bolt forward, the restiction gliding along his hands as the bolt claw stripped a single round from the small magazine, and forced it into the bolt, turning his hand ninety degrees to the right and locking the bolt shut.
He keyed in another channel, gaining com to Johnny. "Akiba, Kill Switch here, two tangoes, twelve o'clock, treeline, eyes sharp." Johnny turned, aiming his weapon to the tree line as heard the cocking of the bolt.
Taylor focused his aim, taking in several breaths and releasing slowly, glidding his finger along the secondary trigger and pulled back, the click ringing in his ears as the primary trigger was eased back and locked in place, then placed his finger on the main trigger, getting ready to squeeze. He exhailed through his mouth, while inhailing through his nostrals, his heart beat slowed as he closed his left eyes, his sites steadying as his breathing slowed.
He exhailed only half of his last breath, and gave a tender squeeze, his ears ringing as the rifle jolted back into his shoulder, his sites shifting up as the recoil traveled down the weapon and into him, sending his shoulder back as the report of the rifle ran along the city and the forest, his site landing on his target before the single round struck him in the side of the end, sending an explosion of blood out the other end as the corpse cracked on the jungle floor. He shifted his aim in an instant, his finger leaving the trigger, pulling up the bolt, yanking, ejecting the spent cartridge with a metalic "ting", pushing it forward and retated, his rifle reloaded and landed his sites on the other target's head, who was running to the aid of his fallen comrad, sunlight dancing along his shoulder as his rags lit him up like the forth of july, he eased his sites just infront of the running target, aiming for the chest, his target covered in a motion blur as he continued to run through the tree line. "good night." Taylor grinned as he squeezed once more, the his ears -which had just recovered from the first shot, began to ring once more, the recoil jumping his sites as it traveled down his weapon, the report thundering through the wind as he watched the reflection of the copper round glide through the distance and strike his target in the chest, blood spraying to the rear as the weight of the round sent him off his feet and on his back, the report descending to a low rumble.
Satisfied, he continued to survey the area, working the bolt once more, ejecting the smoking cartridge from his rifle and feeding another, his sharp eyes landing on nothing but forest and hedge.
He placed his hand on his transmitter, giving it two squeezes with his thumb, hearing the break in his ear piece his eyes shifted, landing on the distance as he spotted Johnny running into the open with his peripheral vision, his figure slidding into the tree line as he jumped for it, landing in the shade of the trees.
"I'm across." his voice was heavy and labored, Taylor continued to survey the zone, lifting his eyes from the scope and watched as Johnny reached into his ruck sack and pulled out several claymore mines, setting them up on their legs as he placed a fuze-box into the top, raising a small black antenna.
He placed several more, all along the tree line and further into the forest, Taylor watching his back from the building as he continued to gaze through the distance, when something caught his eye... he rose his rifle, planting his elbow bad firmly into the roof, and rose the weapon to the air, spotting what appeared to be a metal bird, however, as he gazed through the scope, he noted that it was a B&B... wait! -What was she doing!
Two late, before he could think, he watched as she jetted forward, a single missile dropping from her cache and throttled forward, a massive explosion rippling forward, sending a concussion wave in his direction, his ears ringing loudly as the wave of heat wrathed the exposed regions of his body, mainly his face.
He shook rose a hand to his face, sand blowing forward as sand rushed through the allies and forest. "What the hell?"
He glanced down at his OPSAT, zooming out on his focused area, and struck the arrow keys to focus on the estimated area of the explosion, noting that it was whited out by flames.
"Oh, fuck..." he exhailed in shock as he glanced once more on the metal bird as it landed for touchdown just before ground zero.
He overheard the chatter on the radio, confused voices and responses from both infantry and commanders attempting to determine what had happened, he heard something about the PMC Corp Praying Mantis, and how one of their Foward Operations Bases had been completely obliterated by an attack of two B&B rogues. He tapped his radio. "Akiba, get out of there!" he shouted as he stood with haste, his boots pads scrapping against the hard clay as he grasped his rifle, making haste to the corner of the building, raising his rifle with one hand as he grasped the corner wall of the roof, leaping over and releasing, landing on the balls of his boots with a crunch as he bent his knees to absorb the impact, raising the sniper rifle to his shoulder, ensuring that the zone was clear, several other soldiers running in panic as the raging sand storm engulfed his field of vision, Johnny nearly running into him. "What was that?" he asked as he gazed at the back of Taylor's head. "Praying Mantis just got hit hard..." Taylor mumbled as Johnny typed into his wearable keypad, entering a confirmation code, a coded message confirming that the traps had been armed to detonate upon proximity fuse (break laser beam detonation - once your cross the infared laser, you're pretty much fucked.)
"Traps are armed." Johnny said as he lowered his hands to his weapon and rose it to his shoulder. "Let's get to cover." Taylor said as he rounded the corner, his sniper rifle in hand as he glanced to one of the nearby buildings, a wooden door cracked open. He lowerd his sniper rifle, which hung before his chest as he descended his hand to his holster, breaking the lock with a motion of his thumb and withdrew the OPERATOR, removing the safety and cocking the hammer with a single roll of his thumb. He brought up his leg and thrusted forward, sending the door open with a crack, depressing the pressure switch, which activated his flashlight, the rays lighting up the abandoned building, of which used to be someone's home. "Clear right!" he shouted as he continued to aim the weapon, his -neon green glow-in-the-dark sites giving off a faint glow as Johnny advanced forward, the flashlight on his rifle active as it projecting a dusty beam across the wide room. "Clear left!" he called out, Taylor removing his left finger from the pressure switch and lowered the handgun, returning it to his holster.
"Alpha-Dog, come in." Taylor called in on his radio, his voice echoing throughout the emtpy house.. "Alpha Dog, we read you, Kill Switch." "Anti-personel mines are in place, awaiting orders." he said as he leaned against the wall, sweat rolling down his brow as he turned to Johnny who slide his back against the wall, slowly descending to the floor. "Roger that, Kill Switch, orders are to sit tight, and hold position until we figure out just what the hell happened, Alpha Dog, Out."
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