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Post by Kaikelx on Sept 28, 2009 18:38:05 GMT -5
Sergeant Taylor whistled.
"Pretty sweet crib you got here...."
Inside, he wondered how the Captain was doing. Although he would've rather gone the hard way instead of taking the easy way, he knew it would be smarter to guarantee as many of the 1st Battalion survived....
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Sept 28, 2009 22:04:30 GMT -5
"Ok men, now I'll have to close the main blast doors. For a while but if you follow me i'll take you to the barracks. While were heading there i'll tell you about the facility. Tamolisi Science was created in the year 1982 and is a weapons and armour manufactourer. It consists of a barracks, a armoury, a R&D lab for its weapons tests and developments, a mess hall, and its many storage facility's. This facility is a competitor of Black Masa. Don't warry I'll tell you about Black Masa one day, I sick of these goverment cover ups any way and it might be useful if we know about that. Well back to the subject this facility is also develop PCE's or Powered Combat Equipment. They have created PCH's or Powered Combat Helmets and PCA's or Powered Combot Armour. Though many of which are still in testing it may hope to get all of us warring this new protective armour. But after the Black Masa incident the scientists have turned to try and stop the portals but with no success because they haven't got the knowlegde or tech that Black masa had. They do have the tech to detect any portals being created and the ability where and when it will be created. So what do you's think."
Harrison contiued to show the troops the way to the Barracks. He walked over to Taylor. "Sergeant, do you have any way to communicate to your CO. If so tell him to bring any civilains as possible. I don't care about secrets now. I want some people to survive this. "
Harrison then walked over to Aster. "So commrade, bring any supplies your troops may have bring them and put it into the storage facility's. And I hope your people and country can survive this as well."
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Post by Laughing Man on Sept 29, 2009 3:09:42 GMT -5
William whispered to one of your compatriots, "I bet this place organised the attack on Black Mesa, murder in the name of science. Thank god for Doctor Freeman though."
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Sept 29, 2009 14:52:29 GMT -5
Ambridge and Gerald burst into the house, another of the hollowed ruins on this street. Scorched skelatons lined the road. London, in a single day, was a warzone. Now the bridges were out. The SAS men were now truely alone. The soldiers played their flashlights across the blackened room. The spooked and haunting evidence of life before the sudden storms were apparent. Pictures, couches, even a few Chelsea football club flags. Charlie was almost driven to tears.
Gerald jumped as a single sob sounded from the non-existant kitchen. The sergeants face was now drained of colour. "Hello?" The sergeant muttered, the sobbing stopped. "This is Sergeant Gerald Hanley of the Special Air Service 22nd regiment. British army." The two men were sweating.
He peaked in, a slim woman, draped in a blue sweater and a white coat looked up at them. She had matted, black hair but seemed suprisingly calm. "Oh, thank christ!" Gerald quickly found her arms around him, crying into his kevlar vest. "Now we may have a chance of getting out! Bloody brilliant!" The major and sergeant looked at each other. "Uh, hello? I am Major Ambridge."
She peaked up. "Come with me, now!" Without question, the two men followed her into the cellar. “My name's doctor Janeth, I was working with an associate at Oxford and some chaps at Black Mesa in New Mexico. On a form of portal technology. Our American cousins were kind enough to give us the tech to work on our own project.” “Hold on! Portal, teleportation, Oxford!? What the hell are you on about?!” “Long story guys. But now you're here, I finally have enough hands to work this. I have programmed this device to take us away from her. You help me get it working, and I give you a free ticket out of here.” Charlie stuttered. “I...I...” “No time major! You in or not?” The woman barked in a commanding tone. “Alright.”
It all went by so quick, the three franticly jogged about the large room, flipping switches and dailing knobs, Janeth shouted instructions to the soldiers. The SAS men now saw why this was a three man job. “Just set the anti-mass ratio to 5.895 and adjust the-” “Do you have any sodding idea WHERE we'll end up?!” Gerald yelled at the doctor, she stared. “Ummm, no.” “Uh...” “You wanna stay here?” She smiled. The sergeant quickly continued. “Now! It's ready!”
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Sept 29, 2009 15:13:13 GMT -5
Aster nodded to Harrison and held a button on his collar down. "This is command to all units...unload all the gear and supplies before heading to the barracks,and bring them into the supply stations. All officers from corperal and up report to the armoury. All foodstuffs should go to the mess hall. Machine gunnery crews to the blast doors." Aster gave the commands,and men immediatly began to scatter to whatever they had to do. "Where should we establish our command center? I have no doubt that we will be here a while..."
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Sept 30, 2009 17:56:38 GMT -5
We'll use storage area 4, its smaller than all the others, has plenty of free space and its empty. "Now if you follow me, I'll introdue you to the staff."
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"Simons, Simons." "Oh hello Harrison, You really do have to warn me about when you drop by. Are those out siders. They shouldn't be here, what are they doing here." "Well you should know about the portals apearing across earth, and the organic life its, droping from them. The goverments have tried to contain these outbreaks but with no provail. So we came here to seek refuge till these storms stop." Harrison not wanting to tell the man about the terrible war, he heard was going to happen from that alien.
"Any way. This is Simons lead scientist to the Weapons Devision. Hows the progress created any useful weapons yet." "We have created one. We call it the Misplacer." "Why do you call it that." "Well we fire it, what ever it hits. A peice of it just disapears." "Nice, I may want to see that tested. But not today, Ok men next area."
So Harrison kept leading the troops through the facility. Passing afew low level scientists and other base personal. "This is Johnson he is the lead scientist of the Defense Devision or DD he likes to call it." "Ah Harrison always a pleasure. If you wouldn't mind i want to finish my experiment. Now people im in the stage of testing my PCA and PCH on a human subject. The PCA is a enhanced version of the PCV my friend Harrison is wearing here. The PCA can be recharged by about anything batterys, you could put it in the power point, standing out in the sun for awhile will recharge it but at a very slow rate. Now the PCH expands the suits protective field to the use's head. The PCH increases the amount of power the suit can hold. ETC. The hud display says 100 is the max with just the PCA and with the PCH on it is now increased to 150. The PCH also includes a tactical radio that cant be jammed, it also inclueds a laser sight attached to the side this will help with many soldiers accurcy. Now lets see how the suit goes against a rocket."
"You do know theres a person still wearing the suit." "Exactly" The scientist picked up the RPG from the table. He loaded it. He started a count down 3, 2, 1. The rocket flew with presision to its target. It blasted into the test subject. The smoke cleared and he was still standing. "Oh thank god that mans still ok." The man walked out of the firing range and walked over to a med station. "Well as you can see he survived. Any questions." Johnson said with a smile.
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Post by Kaikelx on Sept 30, 2009 20:44:14 GMT -5
Taylor shook his head as he caught up to Harrison.
"Can't get a signal through. Hope Yu's giving em-"
Suddenly, the radio next to Taylor burst into life, a symphony of the sounds war, and voices screaming.
Suddenly, one clear transmission burst clear, sounding loud among the sound of battle taking place.
"KEEP MOVING DAMMIT!!! RANGERS, LEAD THE WAY!!!"
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 5, 2009 0:11:56 GMT -5
"What the hell was that." Harrison said to Taylor.
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 5, 2009 16:28:40 GMT -5
"I have a question, how does hiding down here, not looking for the former black mesa scientists who know about Xen help us at all"
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 5, 2009 20:20:59 GMT -5
"Screw the Black Masa scientists, we'll find them after the portals slow and these events stop. We'll then track them with the satilite and we'll see what happens then."
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Post by Kaikelx on Oct 5, 2009 22:54:39 GMT -5
Taylor grinned.
"It means somewhere, somehow, some alien is meeting is maker at the end of an M4 Carbine."
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 6, 2009 6:43:10 GMT -5
"I suppose a HECU goon would say that, i mean you did try to murder them"
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 6, 2009 8:02:28 GMT -5
Harrison was getting deep regrets about bringing this militant man. This man seemed to hate the HECU and he knows abit to much on the events at black masa. Thinking about detaining this man or even leaving him outside. But he knew he couldn't other wise the other commanders may turn against him and he already knew that they seemed to dislike him as well. Harrison did know how ever if these people wanted to survive he was there only chance in this goverment facility.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Oct 6, 2009 12:54:42 GMT -5
Ambridge felt awful. He was bad in the gut and his head pounded like the seven drums of the devil. In a second that felt like an eternity, he traveled thousands of miles in the space of a split second. If these Black Mesa chaps wanted to develop this stuff, they must have had some stomach.
He appeared in darkness, it smelt clammy and close. A spluttering cough in the black told him his sergeant was still alive. The next thing he did was check his equipment, he still had his glock and mp5. His British army and SAS insignia still stood out among his black special forces fatigues.
Eyes, now adjusting to the dark, he also spotted that female scientist, um...Janeth, thats it. Gerald was already heaving her upright. "Bloody hell, never knew Oxford was so well funded." The major chuckled and got to his feet.
Light burst into the room. All three recoiled and shielded their eyes. A flurry of shouting broke the silence, American voices. "Let me handle this Gerald." Charlie Ambridge faced up to the HECU officer with a stiff, ramrod straight back.
"I am major Charlie Ambridge, 22nd SAS. Who the hell do I have to shoot to meet your commander?"
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 6, 2009 15:46:00 GMT -5
William Lloyd knew the truth of Black Mesa he'd been a low level labourer there and had been on his day off during the disaster but he personally knew many of the survivors, mainly security guards who had got clear and even a couple of marines who had been betrayed in the later stages. He didn't like being where he was, the US rangers were ok, they were in it for the same reason he was to protect people, but the HECU were tools of something worse, the foreigners were non-entities to him, he'd wait and if needs be he'd complete his work alone.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 6, 2009 20:15:39 GMT -5
The HECU troops had there rifles raised at these newcomer's, who just appeared out of nowhere. "I am Commander Harrison and my rank is classified. Now how did you get into this classified facility."
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Oct 7, 2009 1:35:12 GMT -5
"I don't know much about that myself, you'd better ask my lady friend here."
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 7, 2009 8:29:33 GMT -5
Harrison walked through the crowd of newcomer's.
"Ok lady you have some explaining to do before my grunts pull there triggers."
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Oct 7, 2009 10:47:31 GMT -5
Janeth was still brushing off her blue jacket when she responded. Breath came to her in exasperated gulps. "Proffessor Janeth of Oxford University. Long story short, I was working in colab with an institution called Black Mesa on portal technology. Britain is in chaos and me and these gentlemen here were trapped in the ruins of London. We used one of the prototype teleporters the Uni had to get us here. It was a random process so for all we knew we could have landed in the bloody ocean!"
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Post by Colonel-Commissar, (M.I.A) on Oct 7, 2009 15:36:56 GMT -5
30 Spetznaz and 20 U.S Rangers formed a semi-circle around the newly arrived brits. All were armed and safeties were off. Aster came out between the troops and pushed his way forward towards the confrontation between the British women and Harrison,a pistol in his hand just in case. "Well your lucky you didnt. As of this moment, you are in our custody. Surrender any and all weapons,and we'll figure out what to do with you. This facility has enough provisions to keep you all fed and well,but only your co-operation can keep you alive." Aster directed Janeth and Ambridge stopping right in front of them. "Mister Harrison, what do you think?"
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 7, 2009 15:47:42 GMT -5
"Who gave you the damn authority to hold people prisoner, This isn't a military base, it's a science lab. bastards" William said stepping in front of the guns.
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Post by Lord General Armstrong on Oct 7, 2009 20:09:45 GMT -5
"William I belive you have no proper authority here as I belive you are milita not a proper military unit. Aster that is a good idea, when this all over im going to by you and your troops a round of beer. Now William this is a secret goverment facility that few people know about."
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Post by Laughing Man on Oct 8, 2009 5:24:32 GMT -5
"Not a proper military unit, i've been fighting those damn creatures since day 1, i bet you military bastards were initially ordered only to protect certain facilities, i was at Pine Ridge i saw the thousand you callously abandoned to die when the rift opened there, my militia has been struggling to keep people alive no matter who they were. No matter thier 'Strategic value' as you soulless automatons like to call it." William bristled with barely contained anger at the military and its attitudes and tactics during the crisis, he suddenly felt four hands grab him, he turned to see his two compatriots, Johnathon whispered to him "William, don't loose your temper we won't finish our mission if you die here."
William nodded and calmly walked away.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Oct 8, 2009 9:37:47 GMT -5
"Oh, come off it yank, i'd find it easier to cooperate if you weren't pointing guns at us. Besides, 1980, I faced down 3 armed Iranians with a pistol in the bloody embassy seige. Allow me to introduce you to my sergeant; Gerald."
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 8, 2009 11:50:12 GMT -5
"Were coming in hard!" The pilot screamed as the BlackHawk lurched nose up going down towards the mountain side, going just above the hanger he had been aiming for they spun over the mountains in an endless hovering spiral. Brett gripped the side of the Black hawk, another hand on the shaking minigun. John was opposite him, he couldnt hold on any longer. His grip released and John flew out of the open door. He didnt have far to fall, they were only 35 feet above the ground at this point. He slammed into a large tree. Jennifer had both her hands gripping the bottom of her chair, she was strapped in. The chopper came in right into a small valley crashed into the side.
Jennifer was still strapped into her flight chair, blood trickled from a cut in her forehead. Both the co-pilot and the pilot were smashed into their respective console. Brett grabbed for the large red button. He flipped up the cover, and hit his hand against it. Immediatley the secondary radio turned on, and issued a continuous message to all radio frequencies.
"Black Hawk 0062546 is down" The radio garbled the message after that. "Ah, nuts!' Brett coughed laying down facing Jennifer. He grabbed his headset. His mic still worked.
"This is Corporal Brett Reiker USMC Force Recon. Our chopper went down...." He looked at a map, "grid Whiskey, Alpha, Bravo, 1092756. Requesting immediate assistance." He let off the mic waiting.
"Anyone still alive out there?"
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