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Post by Laughing Man on Jul 28, 2010 17:33:53 GMT -5
The troopship was dank and the men sat in the rows each of them manacled to the floor of the ship.
Lucan stood at one end. "Attention scum. We have been tasked with a noble undertaking. We are to infiltrate a foul hive of evil and eliminate of capture various targets, if we are able to achieve our objective or if we die heroically in the attempt you will be absolved of your crimes and i'll be able to transfer back to a proper damn regiment"
Lucan looked at the nearest trooper. "Take heart though, you won't be poorly equiped, we will be getting good equipment to carry out our task, we'll be on the ground in 5 minutes where a proper briefing will be held"
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 3, 2010 7:12:17 GMT -5
Merging into the twisted rockrete and rusted steel landscape, draped in his camo cape and his face mostly concealed via his scout hood, Threepwood slithered through a series of blown out metal working sheds. The scouts highly tuned eyesight could glimpse the distant shapes of slave workers about two blocks away. Ahead was a former public courtyard, clear apart from a few crumbling sections of stone. After doing a visual sweep of the surrounding structures with his augmentic eyepeice, he tapped into his vox bead and breathed the words into his comm bead.
"Lucan, I think I've found you a sweet LZ. Please confirm."
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 3, 2010 7:23:46 GMT -5
"Confirm that, we'll decide how we're going in once we're down"
Lucan turned from the comm panel. "Alright pilot home on signal origin. The rest of you get ready to deploy we'll be kissing dirt in a few minutes, briefing will be on the ground. Sergeant a moment please"
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Post by Inquisitor Macala on Aug 4, 2010 1:00:05 GMT -5
Chained to his seat in an Imperial Lander, slightly apart from the others, Vladimir Scion stared out at his fellow prisoners, attempting to read them as best as he could. The first thing that had occured to him when he had been sheparded into the ship had been that these souls would be his comrades for the duration of whatever mission they were going on, and if they were to be comrades, Scion wanted to get a good understanding of them. He would rather fight along someone he knew a little about than someone he knew nothing of... plus, knowing who was most likely to shoot him in the back was also a plus.
As he sat there, the officer in charge of the prisoners, one Lieutenant Lucan, stood at one end of the ship looking out at the assembled prisoners. Being the closest trooper to Lucan, Scion was looked at by the officer, a look returned by the Sergeant. What the officer said did little for Scion, though the thought of having proper gear was definetly a warming idea.
Just then, Lucan turned to converse with someone, presumably the eyes on the ground, about something. The conversation lasted mere seconds, but apparently it had been important, as the Lieutenant turned back to the troopers, and informed them they would be landing shortly.
'Thank the Emperor...'
((ooc:// Since there are two sergeants in the group, including myself, I'm going to assume you are talking to me. If you arn't go ahead and ignore the following...))
((bic://))
Lucan glanced at Scion, and addressed him. Eyebrows raised, he nodded, and leaned closer to the Lieutenant. "Of course. What do you need, sir?"
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 4, 2010 3:49:34 GMT -5
"You will be my second in command for this mission, if i should fall the mission will fall to you understand"
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Post by StillANoob on Aug 4, 2010 4:20:03 GMT -5
(Italics is thoughts Bold is speech)
Brand looked up as he heard Lt. Lucan call for the Sargent. When it became obvious the officer did not want him, and he went back to spinning one of his combat knives around his hands.
Old habits are hard to break. You aren't a Sargent anymore, so stop snappin' your neck 'round every time you hear the call...
He felt the staring eyes of a nearby trooper boring into the side of his skull. The little freak had been watching since he first pulled out his knife. Brand looked up and stared back at the diminutive sociopath in front of him. That famous Rodinian dead-eye stare. Staring into the eyes of a Rodinian was said to be similar to staring into the eyes of a corpse. Brand spoke, his voice gravelly and quiet, yet the words cut through the air and sliced into the young troopers ears as easily as the knife he was still spinning around his manacled hands would have.
What are you lookin' at, yah dirty ninker?
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 4, 2010 4:58:19 GMT -5
Jaythord swept into a partially annihilated apartment and set down his sniper rifle by a window overlooking the square. He once again, tapped into his comm-bead.
"I'm in position now sir. I'll keep overwatch on the ground and keep an eye on your landing. If anything comes to spoil our day I'll see it before it sees me."
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 4, 2010 4:59:06 GMT -5
Lucan sat at his station and read some brief material for his eyes only, he smiled when his eyes skipped over the last paragraph. He checked his personal weapons and stood up. "LZ in 3 minutes, guards deactivate the restraints. Gentlemen your gear is above you have 3 minutes to collect your gear.
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Post by Inquisitor Macala on Aug 4, 2010 14:09:15 GMT -5
Though he was surprised that the L.T. had selected him as his second, Scion nodded. Despite what the records would say, Scion had a respect for any field officer, and he would listen to Lucan as long as he was required too. "Certainly, Lieutenant. I swear by the Emperor to get it done should you fall."
As soon as the L.T. informed Scion of his new status, Lucan turned away to read what looked like a mission briefing. Scion tried briefly to read what it said, but was unable too, so instead began to look around the cabin again. Nearby, a trooper was spinning a combat knife in his hands, and threatening another prisoner that seemed to be staring at him funny. Scion almost opened up his mouth to make a comment, but was interrupted when the Lieutenant announced they would be making groundfall in roughly three minutes.
Even as the L.T. said this, the restraints around Scion went slack, and deactivated. Leaping to his feet, the sergeant-major spun around to look at what the penal officers had so kindly decieded to supply him with. One look at the kit, and Scion nearly began jumping around with glee. Carapace armour, a plasma gun, and his old power sword were among the items present. Snatching at his sword, Scion grinned and held it closly. He hadn't seen the blade since it had been confisticated by the Navy Ratings nearly three weeks before, when he had first been assigned to join the Penal Legions. Obviously, somone in the brass knew that troopers functioned better with weapons that they were familiar with. A silent thank you to the Emperor later, and Scion began to strap on his gear.
Once fully equipted, Scion sat back down at his seat, and placed the plasma gun across his lap. As he waited for the rest of the group to finish, he began to absent mindedly fiddle with the settings of the gun with his mechanical hand. It wasn't his old gun, that was for sure, but it was nearly identical. Indeed, it would be a great partner during the mission to come...
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Post by stgene on Aug 4, 2010 15:16:13 GMT -5
"Balls!", Andrew swore as he shot to his feet. Cpt. Lucan had just announced that they were landing in three minutes, gear or no gear. Andrew reached up and grabbed his backpack and strapped it on, then his helmet and his respirator. After connecting his helmet's air hose to the O-tank in his backpack, he attached all his other gear, he holstered his pistol, grabbed his autogun, spun around and faced the left door of the Valkyrie.
Even though he had done this a hundred times before, a surge of adrenaline rushed through his veins.
Nothing like a good firefight. he thought. The feeling is like no other. That was one of the main reasons why he'd joined the Gundogs, to experience that famous "combat high". And to escape Inspector Tu, the law enforcement officer in his town. After that particular brawl, well, it was either leave or die. Andrew looked around at his teammates. At least they had the sense to send guys with autoguns. he thought. What kind of skak-head brings a lasgun on a stealth mission? Or even worse, a Plas- Then he noticed the Sergeant with the Plasma Gun. Ahhh nuts...
"Sixty seconds, legionaries! Once we're down group up on me for briefing! The Emperor protects!", announced Cpt. Lucan.
Andrew screwed on his silencer and tensed in anticipation for the jolt of landing on solid ground.Here I go again...
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 4, 2010 15:36:14 GMT -5
OOC: Lucan is a captain.
The Drop ship landed and a door at the far end from Lucan opened.
"Ok everybody out" Lucan bellowed and he watched the squad disembark. Lucan picked up his shotgun and racked the slide.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 4, 2010 15:47:39 GMT -5
"I've got visual on you guys now. I'm about to move to your position."
With that, the monian sniper slung his rifle over his shoulder, unhooked his scout hood and took out his laspistol and held it in a ready position. When you're from monia, taking things for granted simply isn't an option.
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Post by StillANoob on Aug 4, 2010 22:05:41 GMT -5
Brand was the last one out, having spent 2 of the alloted 3 minutes staring at the contents of his compartment. Orwell's ,damn his name, machete was in there along with a selection of throwing and combat knives. He had pulled out an Autogun and strapped a Laspistol to his right thigh. With a mental command he popped open the augmetic on his left wrist and inserted the poniard, depressing the spring all the way. Next time he opened it the poniard would spring out to its full foot long extent.
With the machete strapped to his back, the throwing knives and autogun ammo draped across his body on a bandolier and the combat knives strapped to his calves, he walked with a slow, but long legged stride, bringing up the rear of the file of troopers exiting the ship.
Look at these fools, running around, swinging their barrels all over the place. If anyone was here waiting they would have got us as we filed out of the ramp. [I/]
He glanced around with deceptive casualness, but his dead grey eyes missed no detail. Not even the sniper hiding under his camo cape, in that destroyed apartment building.
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Post by Hetfiltrator on Aug 4, 2010 23:59:31 GMT -5
Gregori looked fondly at Lolita. They had fled with but a few belongings and made their way to this crime filled planet. Their last hope. They could not have been more wrong. Three weeks after landing, they were contacted by the authorities and arrested. They gave them a chance. There was an assassination planned and they were to take place in it.
"Lolita? How are you? You feeling ok?" Gregori loaded the large revolver. It had been two hours since they met up with Lucan and informed him of what happened. Lolita looked up and reached for her sniper rifle. For a tiny girl like her the rifle was huge. Roughly the size of her, but she was a strong woman, she knew how to wield a rifle. Very well. Gregori turned to Lucan "So... how do ve do this?"
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Post by Inquisitor Macala on Aug 5, 2010 1:08:59 GMT -5
As soon as the ship touched down, Scion jumped to his feet, and slung the plasma gun's strap over his shoulder. He waited for the majority of the troopers to disembark, before he himself headed to the ramp. It was standard practice in his old squad to have the Squad Leader and ASL disembark first and last, and with Captain Lucan having designated Scion his second, it was a natural reflex.
Hearing no shots, or yells, Scion walked down the ramp, noting that he seemed to be one of the very few calm troopers in the squad. Perhaps it was because he was a veteran, or maybe because he had fought daemons. Either way, only himself and the last man out of the ship looked calm.
Glancing around the drop zone, Scion took in as much as possible before turning back to the Captain and the rest of the force. He took particular note of the female trooper with a sniper rifle. The gun was nearly as large as she was, and he grinned beneath his visor. An amusing sight indeed.
His gaze moved past the girl, and back to the Captain. "Alright Cap, what are our orders?"
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 5, 2010 2:19:39 GMT -5
Threepwood lowered himself out of the building into the courtyard via a pile of rubble and debris. He spotted where the group was massing by the lander. He holstered his pistol as he approached without uttering a word.
First he looked to the captain. Just from looking at him, Jaythord could tell this man was no stranger to frontline combat and he respected him for that. Himself and the captain were probably the calmest people on this suicide mission. Then there was the sergeant major, like Lucan, Jaythord respected the abundance of combat experience he probably had though he felt abit too much of the emperor botherer in him though.
This Andrew Vought, from his record sounded like a nasty peice of work. A young trooper with a taste for blood and moral dubiousness. Classic penal legion case. The old sniper didn't even know much about his background, that part was mostly empty from the files.
Brand, there was a man with the manhood to stand on his feet. Threepwood had no idea what fighting a full blown ork waaagh! is like, but he could imagine.
Gregori was another of the troopers he'd try to avoid as much as possible, through and through soldier convict. He just gave a respectful, expressionless nod to the female sniper with him. The monian 37th had plenty of female troopers who fought just as hard as the men. It was hard not to respect the're potential for combat.
After glancing at Lucans motly crew, the monian sniper walked towards the captain. "Good to see you sir."
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 5, 2010 3:32:47 GMT -5
Karen Bevon walked down the transporters ramp, he hated the feeling that the battle was just about to begin. He still didn't get the walk down properly he strutted with his hand behind his back and at attention, he also wasn't use to carrying all of his own equipment.
He heard something hit the ground. he turned it was his helmet. Frak he thought to him self. Thats going to bite me back later. He walked over to the commanding officer. "Sir whats the point of putting us into that hunk of junk with out without telling us what we are coming in for." He had a certain nervousness in his voice. He knew the officer would understand. (Please read the OOC)
He wanted to go home Corilithia, he was homesick and it was showing. He looked at the ruins and rubble up ahead, then sat on a rock and put his hand on his head. This wasn't good.
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 5, 2010 3:35:43 GMT -5
Lucan nodded to Threepwood.
"Alright gather round. The mission is simple, we are to infiltrate the city and located 3 targets two targets must be eliminated and one must be captured."
Lucan took out a dossier and pulled out two pictures. The first showed a grizzled man in a purple and gold uniform. The Second showed a small man with hooded eyes and the look of a bereaucrat of him. "This first man is General Horte he commands the local militia, he is not the best tactical mind but he has tightly drilled the militia into a decent fighting force, currently there is a disparity between the forces of the former PDF and the civillian conscripts, our orders are to eliminate him. The second man is Solman Loak, his dossier is classified and for my eyes only, suffice it to say he is a former bereaucrat and must be eliminated."
Lucan pulled out a map and schematic. "Our last objective is to capture and retrieve a transport and escape back to imperial lines. If we are unable to escape then our orders are to go to ground, and harass the enemy for as long as possible. Any Questions?"
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 5, 2010 3:47:41 GMT -5
Karen Bevon raised his hand, he thought to himself. You are not a child anymore. He raised his voice. "How are we to enter the city perimeter. Will we be using the sewer system for a stealthy approach or will we be using gorilla warfare."
He knew questions weren't going to make him friends, but a pack of criminals aren't the most trustworthy or at least thats how he was raised. He remained standing and straightened himself. When the times right he remembered, when the times right.
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 5, 2010 3:59:51 GMT -5
"We'll either be entering through the old mines and sewers. Or we can deeper in and try to enter with the refugee traffic. Or we can take the Valk up and jump out, i'm willing to discuss your recommendations as most of you men are on this mission because despite your transgressions you're all infiltration experts."
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Aug 5, 2010 4:20:59 GMT -5
"If I may put forward a suggestion captain. Back in the monian 37th, during routine infiltration missions and raids, our standard pattern was splitting into seperate groups to avoid losing the entire group, and since we're outmanned and outgunned in either case, concentration of firepower isn't really a concern. Especially in this case, if we assasinate one before the other then the other is going to get suspicious and go into a panic, putting up extra security and making all the military in the area edgier. My suggestion would be, two smaller teams of us go after the seperate targets and keep in contact untill we can get a more-or-less syncronised putting down of both targets. Then rendevous as quickly as possible while there leaderless." It was then, Threepwood realised he was probably speaking out of place, the monian 37th's officer culture was rather more laid back than most guard units. Damnit Jaythord! You're not a Nightblade anymore and you're not making trench conversation with Major Coraz! "It was merely a suggestion sir."
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 5, 2010 4:39:54 GMT -5
Lucan grinned. "Ah initiative. I don't punish my men for having ideas. We will be going in two seperate groups regardless. Group 1 will be myself, Threepwood, Bacon and Vought. Group two will be lead by sergeant Scion, Grimmhammer, Vang'hain and his lady friend"
Lucan began to open a map. "Group one will infiltrate the city through the mines, and our target will be Loak, he will be harder to find. Group two will return the fleet and prepare to make a drop into the city during the next bombing raid. Your target will be the general. We have 5 days before the main assault begins. In 5 days we will rendezvous at this sewer processing station. We'll deal with escape then. Run fast and shoot straight."
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 5, 2010 5:26:54 GMT -5
"Its Bevon, not bacon." He hesitated and almost forgot the final word. "Sir, and what about the third target the one that must be captured, are we sending an extra team after him too. As Jaythord they will definatly get some extra security if we take the other two first. Sir"
He refrained from putting his hand up that time, but he still wasn't use to calling the man sir, it made him uncomfortable. Bevon had to make some friends out here he walked over to the other members the officer said who were in his team and he extended his hand.
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Post by Laughing Man on Aug 5, 2010 5:49:29 GMT -5
"Sorry Bevon i was thinking about breakfast. If you listened the last target is to capture an escape vehicle or go to ground. One team eliminates the bereaucrat they operate under me and infiltrate through the mines. Second team under scion grav-drops in during a bombing raid tonight and hits the general."
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Aug 5, 2010 8:04:03 GMT -5
Bevon turned from the convict group "my apologies sir, just thinking of the past." Bevon was doing to much of it lately it was making him 'jumpy' seeing his fellow guardsmen die like that, his cowardliness and that dam blood on his hands. He wasn't a killer per say, just made terrible commands against an enemy he never faced, the loss of a entire battlegroup to the nids and his pitiful escape got to him sometimes.
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