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Post by Scorpio on Jul 13, 2008 21:01:55 GMT
A recent discovery was made by an archeological team in Venezuela. A large Aztec temple uncovered in the jungle. Translations from symbols in the temple walls tell of an underground lake of molten gold.
The research team were killed in a car accident two days later, they had reported no new progress in this time. Their university is hiring others to replace them.
News has spread of the lake of gold however, the profit could be used to feed hundreds, buy a small country, fund terrorism or live a life of luxury. Various groups have come to venezuela to find the gold for their own purposes or protect it, the best lead is the temple, currently under watch by a local private security team hired by the crews university.
Rules
-Adventuring theme set in our spy canon. Setting is Venezuela. -I’ll give everyone two character slots; use the second immediately or later, whenever it suits. -I’m lenient with the tech, but if you think a gadget you come up with is in any way far fetched, make sure to discuss it to make it fair in the story. -Pretty much any reasonable character choice is open. Good, evil, comical, the grey areas in between. -No plagiarism on other players, keep your characters your own. -No trenchcoating. -Permission from other players before influencing their character. -Have fun.
Characters
Scorp: -Adrian Drake -PATRIOT
Grig: -Abraham Mitzen
Roman: -David Webb
Kan: -Tom Jenkins -James Hardner
Ty: -Tyler "Con" Smith -Jake "The Snake" Spies
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 14, 2008 1:06:26 GMT
NAME: Adrian Drake CODENAME: Zero ORGANIZATION: Agency Omega AGE: 28 HEIGHT: 6'6 EYES: Blue HAIR: Brown SPECIALTIES: Piloting, Ninjutsu, disguise NATIONALITY: British Trained Asuka clan ninja and pilot, Drake is a hired assassin for Agency Omega. Agency Omega has had theories about the rumors of the lake of gold drawing in various international terrorists, so Drake has taken undercover work as a helicopter pilot for the next research group. **************************************************** NAME: PATRIOT ORGANIZATION: Former US DoD project, Independant militant criminal AGE: N/A HEIGHT: 8'0 EYES: Artificial visor HAIR: N/A SPECIALTIES: Strategic genius, super strength, telescopic arms, indestructable armour, flame, electricity and gas based weapons NATIONALITY: N/A (basically he looks like this) A robotic soldier built by the US army and currently gaining resources for his own ends. PATRIOT has come to Venezuela to gain the gold for funds. Working from a shipping company dock owned by Zodiac enterprises, he is currently gathering manpower and equipment under an assumed ID. Keeping reclusive for now.
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Post by Griggs on Jul 14, 2008 3:15:22 GMT
NAME: Abraham Mitzen ORGANIZATION: Panhandle International, a Texas-based, private contracting company AGE: 37 HEIGHT: 6'1" EYES: Green HAIR: Brown SPECIALTIES: Navigation, wilderness survival, pistol marksmanship, boatsmanship (inland and shoreline) NATIONALITY: American
A 9-year veteran of Panhandle International ( a contracting company with the accurate slogan: Anything, Anywhere, Fast), Abe has traveled the world for a variety of clients, doing everything from simple package delivery to search and rescue. He is good at his job, acting out orders with efficiency and self-reliance, and is especially favored by the company to do tough jobs that require a good deal of finesse. Abe delivers.
Panhandle recently received a contract by a university in the States (though the name slips the mind) to escort a group of researchers to Venezuela to continue their work digging up some sort of Aztec temple. It is Abe's job to get them there and back safely. His team, though mostly equipped with jungle survival gear, is nonetheless armed with military grade sidearms, including pistols, automatic rifles, and shotguns, as poachers and grave robbers are a significant danger in the area. Abe himself favors his Colt Python .357 revolver.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Jul 14, 2008 19:54:59 GMT
NAME: David Webb ORGANIZATION:Unkown, Known to have ties to British MI6 and US Department of Defense AGE: 39 HEIGHT: 5'9' EYES: Dark brown HAIR:Black Specialties: Infiltration,Stealth, CQC and CQB,Spying:Handling agents, and groundwork himself.Marksmanship, Basketball. NATIONALITY:American Armament:XM8, with attachments for the Sniper, and SMG versions, all silenced,A silenced Glock 21, modified to fire his incendiary rounds, Smoke, Frag, and several EMP grenades, designed to short out electrical systems. David also has an attachment for his XM8 that is not available to any other operatives.Carried with him is a specialized box, containing 100 rounds, of bullets that are designed to split open in flight, firing out small hook like pieces of metal.This makes every round act as a shotgun shell, though David can only use these rounds while using a heavy barrel for the XM8, which requires at least a minute to attach to the rifle. He looks like this www.crysis-online.com/Media/Wallpapers/Wallpapers/North-Korean-Nanosuit-1600.jpg When wearing his Power Armor. Suit:His suit has several water bladders, and is bulletproof, except for several joints where the Kevlar undersuit can be penetrated by armor piercing rounds.It has several different viewing modes, thermal, nightvision, etc, built into the helmet, not to mention a cooling system on the inside and outside, designed to keep David cool, and block enemy thermal scanners from seeing him.It can block most weapons, though some kinetic force is still transferred to the wearer, so David can be injured.The suit contains a small field surgery kit, but most of his supplies are carried in his backpack, which is made of out kevlar, and can be broken down and used in emergencies as a shield of sorts.The suit has a limited HUD, and boosts his strength to superhuman levels. The suit also has a anti tampering system, delivering a fatal electric shock if the person attempting to touch it is not an authorized operative.The suit also contains an encrypted, scrambled radio, which is used to communicate with command, but, since command didn't authorize this mission, the radio has been disabled by David. David Webb officially doesn't exist.After a tragic car accident, there was little left of him to be buried.This was when he started his 8 year stint for the DOD. David was a spy handler in North Korea for 6 of those years, before his agents were discovered, and executed. Taking matters into his own hands, David attempted to sabotage a nuclear reactor by uploading a virus into the cooling rod computer system, and the emergency shutdown systems.Several workers at the plant sacrificed themselves to reinsert the cooling rods by hand.David was ordered to return to the US. After a thorough discussion on why it was bad to attack enemy countries, David was given a medal of honor, posthumously of course, for his actions.It was then that he completely disappeared. The DOD believed him dead, before several of their field agents were killed in a gunfight on the streets of Havana.The rounds used by the gunman were filled with phosphorus, causing them to become incendiary, David's favorite kind of bullet.A team of black ops agents from the Army's Special Operations Command were sent to retrieve the "rogue" agent.Their bodies were discovered in a small house for sale in the florida suburbs. David is officially dead, and unofficially he is a murderer.The CIA recently tracked a passport, one of David's aliases, to LAX, on a flight to Venezuela. edit: fixed spelling, got better picture
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Post by Kan on Jul 14, 2008 20:45:24 GMT
NAME: Tom Jenkins CODENAME: Helljumper Age: 28 HEIGHT: 6'1 EYES: Brown HAIR: Dark Brown/almost black SPECIALTIES: Torture resistance, Close quarters combat/firearms, Combat stealth, marksmanship. NATIONALITY: American Bio: Jenkins joined the army at the tender age of 16, having finished his high school education at an advanced rate. After his initial deployment he joined up with the 75th airborne Rangers, staying with them for 3 years before being picked for Delta Force testing. After successfully completing the rigorous training and entry exams Jenkins was a member of Delta force. Now 21 he has been in the army for 5 years. He will stay with Delta for the next two years before he gains the attention of certain people. Now 23 he has been conscripted into BlackLight's roster, givin the codename "Helljumper", due to his slightly...suicidal tenacities in missions. At age 26 he became one of BlackLight's top agents, known among the troops as "The 3". As of the time of this report the other 2 are unknown. His personality is odd to say the least, he is a outspoken man, who isn't afraid to say his mind, even in situations that would end in his death. He also tends to make it seem he makes light of deadly situations, making jokes and fun. He is a generally happy person, easy to get along with, and at the same time easy to be angry at. His trademark weapon is the Israeli Tar-21, a bullpup rifle which uses the NATO standard 5.56 ammo. His personal pistol is left over from his days in Delta Force, a Colt 1911 .45 pistol, customized for him, his hands and shooting style. He has been sent to Venezuela on two terms, a formal request by the CIA regarding a rogue agent, a David Webb. The other reason is not as clear cut, the BlackLight commander was not very clear on why else Jumper was sent, only saying to secure the supposed Lake of Gold, supposedly for the US government. This order is one of the increasingly many like it, not entirely logical based on BlackLights needs and ultimate objective. The Agent known as Jackal was actually set for this mission before going AWOL to investigate a rising cult that was making many nations uneasy. It is rumored that Jackal has been working for another as of yet unknown group. For this mission HellJumper has been issued a experimental prototype of BlackLight's combat uniform, thanks to information from Agent Survivor after his mission on the Atlantis base. There are many small changes made specifically for this mission, as this is one of the few tropical climate missions. The most noticeable of these changes is a change of camouflage, this ACU style camo allows for high blending ratios in both a jungle environment and a stone ruin environment. www.majhost.com/gallery/GrandVahi/Stuff/bljungleruincamo.pngThe unseen small changes are also based for tropical missions, the same advanced clothe that has been use by BlackLight has been modified to either block moisture from leaving the body area or to draw it out based on humidity, it has also been strengthened against any insectiod threat. One of the major changes is all but unseen, thanks to data from survivor BlackLight has been able to create a exoskeleton style enhancement, nothing on par with the Japanese SERIG suit but still useful. This has been threaded into the new combat uniform after much laboratory testing, and is now going to be sent on an active mission test, for safety it's potential has been cut, so not to break any limbs or damage Jumper. While this means that "superhuman" strength is not accessible to Jumper his natural abilities are slightly augmented giving him at least 1.5 times his natural strength, in addition to a more stable firing stance, allowing more accurate hits eliminating the unconscious small tremors of the hands and arms. Jumper has also been equipped with a customized version of his Personal TAVOR-21 rifle, allowing for better performance in the tropical environment.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Jul 15, 2008 4:29:30 GMT
OOC:Had a idea for a airplane scene, that wont interfere with or advance the storyline.
IC:"And if you look out the left window, you can see the beautiful amazon jungle"David sighed.This was the third time in the past two hours the intercom had woken him up."Ma'am, can you do anything about this speaker? Someone put it on max volume and broke off the switch"He said to a passing flight attendant."No Englas, Senor"She replied.
David sighed again and waved her away.She walked down the line, and dissapeared behind a curtain.As he sunk back into the chair he heard the same flight attendant speaking perfect "Englas" to another flight attendant in the small compartment that separated economy and business classes.David massaged his temples, he could feel a headache coming on.He wondered if the black ops team that would be inevitably be sent after him was on the plane with him."No use worrying about that now, I suppose."David said quietly.
Hearing what appeared to be a man being mauled by a tiger, he spun to his left, and saw that the man sitting next to him had begun snoring up a storm.Resting his face on his hand, David wondered if Jonathon had gotten the package he had sent.It contained his backpack and weapons, and would have contained his armor suit, but he had realized the crew of the ship he had hired to get the package there would have tried to pawn it, or sell it to one of their buddies.
Instead, his armor was riding with him, sitting right above him, actually, in his carry-on case.After breaking it down into components, David had snuck it through security, and was going to have to sneak it through customs when he got to Venezuela.
"And now, out the RIGHT window, you can see the great..." David knew this was going to be a test of his willpower.With the jet engine snorer on his left, and a intercom screaming on his right, he wondered if he would be able to avoid using the emergency exit to escape.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 15, 2008 9:27:44 GMT
ooc: Going to start this now, other players very welcome, I'll edit my first post in later, got some stuff to do this morning.
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Drake waited in the helicopter at the airports helipad. Agency Omega had pulled strings to make one of their agents the pilot for the university research group, and as a trained pilot, Drake was made for the job.
He'd kept his name, not many knew about his double life as an Asuka clan assassin, so it saved on having to learn a whole new identity. As he watched the next plane come in he stepped outside the chopper and held up the placard with the names of the team to gain their attention. ****************************************************
"I don't get this." Joe yelled. "The new manager hasn't come out of his office in the past week. He's cancelled all orders to bring in these 'do not open under pain of death' shipments and these shady freaks he's been meeting with. I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind and a foot up his ass!"
"Not again Joe. Just leave it man, we get payed either way."
"Hell no. All the other jobs he cancelled is losing us business. He'll run this company into the ground, then there'll be layoffs."
He stormed down stairs to the basement. The new manager had moved his office down there for 'privacy concerns'. Joe kicked in the door and slammed his hands down on the desk, the manager was sitting in his chair facing the back wall as usual.
"You have more concerns about my methods?"
"Damn right! I'm gonna take this to a higher authority. Get someone sane running this place, who knows what the hell he's doing!"
"That's too bad, I can't let you ruin my plans for this theatre."
"What the hell are you smokin?" Joe stepped around the desk. "and look at me while I'm talkin!"
He grabbed the chair and pulled it around. The 'managers' head dropped off and bounced along the floor, it was a dummy.
"What the hhhhurk?!!"
He was cut off by a cold metal hand around his throat, it turned him towards the face of its owner. A blank metal slate with a glowing visor.
"Who...?"
"My designation is PATRIOT. The new...manager of your naval labour plant. and I'm afraid for your insolence you must be...fired."
A short range blast of heat expanded from the visor, incinerating Joes head slowly. The grip around his throat kept the screaming to a minumum.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Jul 16, 2008 9:21:06 GMT
"Thank you for flying United Airlines, you are now free to exit the airplane."
"Thank God!" David exclaimed, quickly standing and grabbing his carry-on case from an overhead compartment.The man who was sitting next to him, awake by now, stretched. "It was good talking to ya mate" The man said. David grimaced slighty, remembering how, after waking up, the man had droned on and on about where he had traveled."Uhh, yeah you too, bud." David replied, quickly walking towards the exit.
"Where ya headed mate?" The man asked, quickly following. "The jungle, on an expedition." David replied smoothly."Really? Me too! Maybe well meet up!? That would be a smash!"He said in quick succession." Uh, yeah, i'd like that." David said quickly, turning and walking off the plane.David saw a man standing near a helicopter, holding a placard with several names on it.He quickened his pace.
"Crap, I can't believe they got here so fast." He said to himself."Damn those naive bastards."Wearing a ridiculous colored tourist shirt, and a baseball cap, David looked like almost everyone else getting off the plane.After grabbing a quick hotdog at the gate, David proceeded towards Customs, and Security.
*Fifteen minutes later*
"Senor, please come with us." David turned towards the voice, and quickly studied the small man who had spoken. "Is there a problem?" He asked quietly."No, No problem, we just need to speak with you in private."The man said.David had known that something was wrong by the look the Police officer operating the X ray machine had given him.After being asked to wait with his luggage, he was about ready to walk out when this man had propositioned him.
"And if I don't?" David asked. "Well, Senor, we would have to make you." The scrawny man said as two large, well muscled men walked up behind David. Quickly assessing his situation, David knew he had no choice. Quickly spinning, David threw an elbow into the stomach of one of the men, knocking the wind out of him.The other tried to raise his pistol, but he never got the chance.As David noticed the movement in his peripheral vision, he spun, and using a krav maga technique, wrenched the weapon from the guards hands and fired three rounds into his chest.
David grabbed his case, and ran out of the door of the airport, firing a few rounds at the first bouncer, who struggled to ready his pistol. As David ran out the doors, he saw a taxi getting ready to leave.Quickly sprinting up, He opened the drivers side door, and shot the man inside in the leg, then tore him out of the car, and pushed him onto the ground a few feet away.Screaming in pain, the man barely noticed David throwing his carry on case into the passenger seat, getting inside, and driving away.
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Post by Kan on Jul 16, 2008 23:39:07 GMT
I stand in the middle of the cargo bay as the hatch opens to the outside, the wind rushing into the cargo hold, threating to make me fall of my back side. I stand firm as the wind blows through my uniform and equipment, my TAR-21 clipped to my chest. The sunlight reflects off my high altitude helmet as I step towards the opening, glancing at the jungle under the plane.
BlackLight had attempted to get a few of the rocket pods in use by MI6 but to no avail. "Alright HellJumper, we're flying over the drop zone in 5...." I hear a voice say in my helmet's COM. I check my helmet and chute.
"4"
"3"
I step even closer to the edge.
"2"
I back up a few feet.
"1"
I dash to the edge and leap.
"Drop zone!"
I fall through the air as the last transmission I will receive this mission croaks through my COM.
I aim my body like a bullet downward towards the jungle and see a part of the temple breaking through the trees.
OOC: He is currently in a HALO drop into the jungle.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Jul 17, 2008 1:05:02 GMT
David crouched down in the jungle,listening attentively.Was that just a panther?After trekking through the jungle for the 3 hours, David had been bored.Now he was as alert as when he was on that op in North Korea.He activated the sound amplifiers on his helmet, and listened for anything out of the ordinary.
Trying to filter out the jungle noise was difficult, but David thought he had heard a crashing sound, almost like a few branches had been smacked off a tree."Maybe a parachute?" He thought, quickly switching to thermal.Looking around, he only saw different shades of red mist, as the heat of the jungle toyed with his optics.He cursed, and switched back to normal.Slowly sitting down on a fallen tree, David decided to wait it out and see if there was indeed an operative just a few meters away.
As he settled down to wait, he remembered what events had transpired after his escape from the airport.
(OOC: The jungle blocks out most small noises,ie moving stealthily, readying weapons, hiding a parachute, and, as there is visibility for only a few feet, you could barely make out a building or structure until you walked into it.)
*Six hours before*
"You always know how to make an entrance, Dave." Jonathon said, turning around to look over the back of the couch he was sitting on. "Shutup John." David replied. He had just entered the garage that Jonathon Mcnash operated out of, and wasn't very happy. "Just give me the package, and I'll be out of here.I wouldn't want to keep you from your paperwork." "That's not fair, I just stopped when I heard about a "Violent murder at the airport". They even have a composite picture of you, and its pretty accurate."John said. David narrowed his eyes at John, then looked behind him, at the TV.A reporter talking in Spanish was sitting at a desk, right next to a large picture that was supposed to be him. "Is that Johnny Depp?" David asked, studying the picture.
"That's exactly what I thought too!" John replied, a grin on his face. David rolled his eyes and asked John "Have you gotten any mail from your brother lately?" "No, actually he hasn't sent me anything in a while, but I guess no news is good news.No letters about how he was KIA, I mean"John said,looking worried. Trying to cheer him up, David said "That's strange, Conor loves to send his annoying cousin gifts he doesn't deserve."
John glared at David in mock anger, and they both started laughing. "Where is the package?" David asked. "It's in my office"John replied, getting up from his couch. They both walked towards the door across from the one David had used to enter the lounge area of the chopshop John owned.He made a decent living down here, and always wished he could join the US Army Rangers, but bad eyesight had stopped that dream.
Stepping into the office as John sat down behind his desk, David smiled at the large box that was sitting on the ground.He opened it to check that everything was still there."XM8, check,M203,check,grenades,check,ammo,check.He continued looking through the box untill he was satisfied everything was as it was the day he had packed it. "Thanks for holding this for me John, I appreciate it."David said. "No problem, im gonna be rich, remember?"John said, smiling. "Hopefully, They said that its a huge amount of gold, and once we claim it, nobody should be able to take any large amount from it unless we say so."David replied. "Well, I should get going, Ill come and see you when I get back"He said. "Alright, be careful out there, alright?" John said, as David turned to leave. "You know I always am"
Hefting the box outside, David walked to the minivan John had given him for the drive to the edge of the jungle and loaded the box into the back.As he walked to the drivers side door, he scanned the streets for anyone suspicious.Seeing nobody who seemed out of the ordinary,David got into the van, and tried to engine.As it sputtered and died, he tried again...
*20 minutes and two jumper cables later*
David quickly drank one of the bottles of water he had brought on his carry-on case, just above the layer of fibers that was supposed to act as a shield from X rays.The problem at the airport had been caused by a tear in the fiber,which allowed the X rays to penetrate through, and show pieces of his armor.As David turned onto the road that would lead him out of town, he wondered, for the thousandth time, where the operatives that were sent after him were waiting.
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Post by Griggs on Jul 17, 2008 17:30:26 GMT
"Man, I hate airports." said a slightly tanned and diminutive man in khakis. His companions, also in khakis, ignored him, with the exception of a large man with a thick beard at the front of the party. He shot the complainer an annoyed look, but gave up on an attempt to be angry. It was a hot day in Caracas, the airport had little air conditioning, and they'd flown coach. If people started getting angry now, the large man thought, they would never make it in the jungle. As they approached the security checkpoint, the guard them.
"Identificación, por favor." The large man handed him his passport, which read "Abraham Mitzen" on the front. The guard flipped through it, then waved him through the metal detector. It beeped not, and he moved outside.
Abe and his party stayed at a cheap downtown hotel. Himself, 3 company contractors, and 4 university researchers. They'd rented out 4 rooms in a row, with a security contractor and researcher in each. Abe shared a room with the lead researcher, a mid-sized, blond-haired Southerner with an accent that suggested a patrician family. His profile read as much, and attached the name Rhett Wilkes. He was a quiet sort, which Abe appreciated. He'd rather just do his job. The first night went well, and the people who had killed the previous researchers (as Panhandle was about certain of, even if the local authorities weren't) made no sign they knew they were there.
Next morning, dressed in khakis again, all of them met for breakfast in the hotel restaurant and discussed their plan of action. Abe had a map of the area. After some initial greeting and small talk, they got down to business.
"Alright, here's the plan. In about two hours, we're going to pick up a couple of jeeps parked in some storage units along with the rest of our equipment. We'll get on the freeway, then veer off at this exit-" he pointed to the map, "-and take this road to the excavation site. I understand Dr. Wilkes wants to investigate it before we move on the information based on what the previous researchers gathered, which luckily did not die with them. We'll then drive to the river, here, where we have a boat waiting for us. At that point, we'll brief again. Like I said, be ready and down here in two hours time." Finished, Abe started back to his hotel room.
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Post by Kan on Jul 17, 2008 20:39:32 GMT
OOC: Come on Roman my post is happening while everyone else is arriving in the country IE with you guy and grigs and Scorps at the airport and in the copter respectively so please don't have a confrontation yet, be patient.
Plus he is still freefalling he hasn't even pulled his chute yet, its a HALO jump. High Alt. Low Opening, a stealth drop.
IC:
I continue my freefall, taking small breaths from my O2 tank. I check my altimeter on my wrist and start the count down.
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Suddenly a gust of wind hits me and throws me off course. I spread my arms and legs out in an effort to stabilize myself, I see my altimeter click down the numbers. After stabilizing myself I grab the chord and pull, my chute coming out in a silenced 'woosh' another advancement afforded to me by BlackLight.
My line of sight was broken in my struggle and I have lost sight of the temple, I guide my floating form to the tree canopy. I crash into a good couple of tall trees, but manage to avoid any injury.
I end up hanging a few feet from the ground, my chute stuck in a tree. I look around me and grab my BlackLight issue knife, a blade that could release a blast of CO2 into a wound, turning a simple stab into a life threatening wound. I rip it from it's sheath and cut the straps holding me to the chute.
I fall to the ground with a dull thud, my knife still in hand, I rise up in a combat stance, ready to strike at anything that might have gotten curious, IE an animal. After a moment I hear and see nothing, although this helmet doesn't help much. I remove the HA part of the helmet and toss it to the ground, a visor and reinforced helmet layer. I take a pair of combat glasses out of one of my pouches and put them on, a HUD popping up.
I unhook my rifle and shoulder it, sheathing my knife as I do.
"Alright have to wait for maps files to come up, might as well sit back and relax" I mutter to myself as I watch the 'loading' symbol on the mini gps map function.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 17, 2008 23:07:22 GMT
Drake was tapped on the shoulder as he waited, he turned to see a well dressed man standing with a german shepard, a crew stood behind him with several crates.
"You must be the pilot. I've got some equipment for the research team. You still up for this job?" He handed over a manifest.
"Yeah, it's all good. So half this goes to Wilkes team...and the rest to the Panhandle representative?"
"Spot on. Little gift from MARDA to help with the security."
"Marda?"
"The Archeological Research and Defense Association. Getting to be a bit dangerous for groups like Wilkes, so we've provided a little boost to his security, as well as foot the bill for the private contractors."
The crates were loaded onto the chopper as the man cut a check for Drake.
"Thanks a lot mister....Savage...hold on, the Archeological Research and Defense Association is just ARDA. What does the M stand for?"
The well dressed man was already heading back with his crew.
"Heh, Long story about that one. Don't want to bore you."
"I'm sure."
Drake hopped into the pilot seat and started up. He'd meet the team and the security rep at the temple with their stuff. ****************************************************
PATRIOT watched the security monitors as the shipping crew unloaded and assembled his ordered equipment. A set of ten UACVs. The crew were given the right paperwork and money to keep their mouths shut. In this case, it was for a testing run of a new contract for Zodiac Robotics.
He turned back to his laptop and continued the conversation with his benefactor. Both sides had enough protection against all snoopers into the chat.
TINMAN: You assistance in the matter is appreciated. Though your refusal of payment is noted. I question this action.
MASTER: Money is no object to me. I understand your plight and wish an ally such as yourself to gain a decent hold in the world. The lake of gold can certainly provide you some sway.
TINMAN: Affirmative.
MASTER: Then there is nothing more to say for now. Good luck friend.
PATRIOT activated his electrical field, frying his computer and removing all evidence on it through incineration of the hard drive. The drones were being loaded onto their trucks and taken to the testing grounds. He'd head out soon to make use of them.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Jul 18, 2008 2:27:04 GMT
David used his tongue to bring the drinking tube in his suit to his lips.Drinking greedily, he decided to continue searching for the ruins, as whatever caused the sound was definitely gone. Standing up, he slung his XM8's strap over his soldier, and locked it into place on the front of his armor, directly over his chest.When he reached for it, the clamps holding it in place would disengage, letting him use it to engage whatever had threatened him.Until then, the clamps would stay locked, keeping the rifle from moving and causing unnecessary noise.
After moving though the jungle for another hour, David was very bored.So bored, in fact, he wasn't listening to his surroundings.This almost caused him to walk right into a clearing in the jungle. "What the hell?" David said as he crouched in the undergrowth. Trying to make as little noise as possible, he reached up to his helmet, and tapped twice just behind where his visor ended on the right side of his face,activating 6x magnification. In the clearing in front of him, David saw a small group of men sitting and standing near a small pickup truck that seemed to be towing a camper. In the back of the truck David saw a pile of what looked like rugs."Dear God..." he said, realizing that the "rugs" were actually pelts,probably from an endangered species. David felt sick to his stomach.He had no qualms about defending himself against other people, but he wouldn't harm an animal, and especially wouldn't want to hunt them.He knew what he had to do.
Horatio Rodriguez had very bad eyesight. If he was wearing glasses, he might have noticed the movement in his peripheral vision, but because he didnt, the stun grenade that went off blinded and deafened both him and his friends.Moving fast, David grabbed one of the poachers in each hand and threw them both into the camper, knocking them unconscious.He grabbed a third and threw him into a fourth, who was trying to ready his Beretta 92FS pistol.The last poacher,Horatio, hurriedly fired a slug from his shotgun, but it went wild.David calmly drew his glock and put him down with two incendiaries to the heart.Horatio fell to the ground, never to get up again.David turned to the poacher who had been knocked down by his friends body and leveled his pistol.
As the man struggled to free himself, David walked to his side and pulled his Tec 9 from his hands.The man watched as the monstrosity that was David threw his weapon away, and leveled his pistol at him."I want you to put your friends in the car, leave the pelts, and turn yourself into the Policia." "Do you understand?" David asked."S-Si Senor" The man replied, quickly gathering his unconscious buddies and helping them one by one into the camper, along with Horatio's body.
David watched the truck drive down a path through the jungle, and cursed.If Poachers hunted in this area he must have gotten lost.He quickly checked his maps, and did some quick field navigation.He realized he had been heading West instead of Northwest."This will take hours to correct!"David thought, cursing himself for not double checking his calculations.
"I guess I'd better bed down for the night" He thought, taking off his pack and taking out a collapsible tent that, when stored, took up the space of a med kit, but when opened was enough room for a person to comfortable rest in, and it was camouflaged to boot.The tent was standard issue for operatives from David's organization who were expected to have to sleep in hostile, tropical territory.David began to take off pieces of his armor, starting with his boots, and working his way up. He wore a Kevlar under suit beneath his armor.It was tight fitting, comfortable, and can protect against stabbing injuries.Many professional motorcycle riders were adopting the suit, as it protected against crashes.
David sighed as he lay down on the bedroll in the tent.Hopefully he would be able to find the temple tomorrow morning before anyone could stop him or get there before him. He went over his maps one more time before laying his armor next to him, along with his weapons, and going to sleep.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 20, 2008 0:28:13 GMT
*1 month back, Asuka temple*
"Concentrate. Strike when the target comes to you."
Drake aimed his bow, focusing on the target...which happened to be a huge log battering ram being readied to swing at him.
"I don't know about this."
"You don't know much, full stop." Snapped back the master. "Release!"
The ram was let loose, it swung towards Drake, who reflexivley fired the arrow dead centre into the flat part of the ram. He dived aside as the ram struck the wall behind him.
"Dammit. I can't stop this thing with a bow."
"You'd better learn, because we'll keep trying until you can." ****************************************************
The chopper circled the area around the temple. Drake grabbed his radio to contact the security team.
"Drake to Panhandle, I got some of your supplies. Permission to land."
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Post by Kan on Jul 20, 2008 21:18:40 GMT
I hear beeping as I finish inspecting my rifle, I grab my shades and open up the gps, my position is marked by a Nav point, "Well sh*t" I mutter as I read the output, looks like I am just over a klick away from the temple.
An inconvenience but the mission isn't FUBAR yet. I close the GPS program and ready my rifle, dashing into the brush, my camo making me a unrecognizable blur.
-about 45 minutes later-
I hear a copter in the distance as I close the distance to the temple. I don't take the time to wait however and run in a dead heat to the temple entrance, my form is noticeable for the few seconds I am out in the open. As I make it in I push up to a corner and wait, watching the entrance.
-farther into the temple-
A figure similar to the one that just entered the temple stops and lifts his head, listening for any more traps or the person tracking him, the torch light slashing on his covered face.
"Hello...Jackal" a voice behind the figure says, more of a hiss than words. The figure turns and sees a rippling and shifting of chameleon panels, creating a form of semi-active camouflage. A visor pops up and reveals a reptilian like human face with a insane grin.
The figure, Jackal just glares at the newcomer, "Give your 'Master' a message for me" he says with a grin as he presses a button, a small explosion brings the already unstable rubble above falling into the gap between the two.
The lizard like man hisses through the dust cloud before turning and climbing up the nearby wall, to a higher level, and an exit.
OOC: lizard dude is one of my new bad guys and a cameo for this story, Jackal will be my second character and I will post a profile next post.
No character knows about Jackal yet, so don't mention him.......or the cameo.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Jul 20, 2008 21:58:47 GMT
"This might be a problem."David muttered, angry with himself for losing so much time.The"problem" in question was a helicopter that had set down in a clearing within walking distance of the temple.Or, at least, around where the temple was supposed to be. David set off, moving full speed, milking the armor for all it was worth in a mad dash to reach the temple.
20 minutes later
"Well Well, looks like someone got here before me." David thought to himself. He had stumbled across what looked like a human trail.An upturned rock, a partial bootprint, and a few broken branches.Whoever it was, they didn't seem to be very skilled in jungle combat. "Maybe the archaeology team?" He thought to himself."Ill just have to find out for myself."
30 minutes later
"There we go, lets just hope this thing works like its supposed to, that team must be armed." David said as he finished attaching the heavy duty barrel to his XM8.The heavy barrel would allow him to fire the specialized rounds he had already loaded into 4 of his clips.After following the trail, David had found solid tracks leading into a small door on the side of the moss covered temple.With his shotgun bullets and his incendiary rounds, not to mention his augmented strength, David was confident he could take on anything he could find in an old Mayan temple.
Just before David took his first step out of the shrub surrounding the temple he heard a hissing sound, almost like some kind of animal.He readied his XM8.The sound reminded him of an airleak, maybe digging equipment malfunctioning?No, it was too short and animalistic for that.Whatever it was, it had come from the temple up ahead.Deciding to wait for whatever it was to show itself, David took a knee, and aimed down the sights.
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Post by Griggs on Jul 21, 2008 3:14:01 GMT
Abe was jarred in his seat as the truck hit another bump. He didn't know the time, but several hours ago the research team had left for the temple. First by plane, then by jeep, then by boat, and now by a war-era truck. He drove, with Wilkes in the seat beside him. The most vital equipment was stored in the back, with the other 3 members of the research team riding in a jeep behind the truck, with a Panhandle operative driving. His men- hand picked- were all experienced wilderness operators, and he had full confidence.
Soon, the great temple became visible through the thick underbrush. The previous research team had set up a suitable base camp, complete with a helicopter landing pad. They hadn't taken one because some of the equipment was heavy and it was quicker to go by land than make several chopper flights. Some of their equipment that was lighter and harder to get through checkpoints was flown in, however. It was about an hour behind. Shortly after getting set up, Abe's second in command, Clarence "Ike" Eisen, received a line on the radio.
"Drake to Panhandle, I got some of your supplies. Permission to land."
Ike replied, "This is Panhandle, permission granted, Drake. Be warned, space is limited, set her down slow."
All eyes turned upward as the chopper started to come down. Chaz, a newbie from Boston, grinned like a madman. Excitedly, "Hell yeah! Here comes our firepower!" as if the word were reverent. The rest just gazed indifferently, several with a touch of uncertainty at the prospect of landing in the jungle, so close to them. Abe shifted his holster and walked towards the landing zone.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 21, 2008 12:19:59 GMT
The aerial drones were set up at the airfield, the crew took their leave for the day as PATRIOT settled into the test control bunker.
"Now let's gain some recon data before we move in."
He tapped away on the controls with amazing dexterity, the drones took off and headed for the temple area. ***************************************************
Drake landed the chopper in the largest clear area he could find near the temple. Stepping out and lifting the crates out one at a time. The research teams equipment were kept separate from Panhandles weaponry. Wouldn't want to get them mixed up.
He turned suddenly as he heard a low humming sound, then a rush....like low flying aircraft? Probably not going to be any trouble. Though Drake had a few of his toys stashed in the helicopter for that possibility.
"Hey, right here." He waved the team over as they arrived. "Got your equipment. Panhandle in that stack there. All courtesy of MARDA."
"So I should probably hang around for a bit? In case one of you needs a lift back quickly?"
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Post by Kan on Jul 21, 2008 17:11:36 GMT
Codename: Jackel Name: James Hardner Age: 28 Height: 6'1 Eyes: Grey Hair: Black Organization: *classified* Specialties: MCMAP, Krav Maga, Marksmanship, urban stealth. Nationality: American
Bio: Having defected from BlackLight after learned a horrible secret he has been working for a, as of now, hidden Organization, which is focused on revealing Corruption in BlackLight.
He has been labeled as a defector and a shoot on sight order has been placed on him, this has been confirmed by almost all other Anti-terrorist organizations, such as MI-6 and others.
Since his defection he has been tracked by the Instigator agent Caecus Chameleon, who was a annoyance on his cult mission.
He is now in the temple to claim the gold for his new organization.
His signature weapon is the M4 Spectre a sometimes underrated Sub-machine gun that fires 9mm rounds in magazine that hold up to 50 rounds. His personal sidearm is the HK P7M7 a .45acp variant of P7 series.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Jul 21, 2008 23:20:38 GMT
"This just gets better and better" David muttered, watching the heavily armed guards.It seemed that the team had hired a chopper pilot to help them get their supplies to the temple. "That's the same one from the airport!" He thought, cursing himself for thinking they were operatives.David had been lying in the shrub surrounding the temple, watching as the helicopter and trucks ferried supplies to the campsite they were setting up.He had never found what had made the hissing sound."I can't wait,Ill have to move now. they might bring in reinforcements... Or another player could get involved."He thought, as he began readying his weapons.
As David finished with his guns he watched the guards and their archaeologist(At least, they seemed like archaeologists.) charges set up tents, secure their gear, and start to confer in the center of their camp."Time to move" He thought.David waited until the guards on the perimeter were all looking the other way before running to the edge of the temple.Luckily he would only have to deal with the single guard left at the entrance.
David slowly sneaked around the far end of the temple, trying to make as little noise as possible, untill he poked his head around the corner to make sure the man was where David had last seen him. He slowly raised his hands as he walked behind the guard, who was sitting on a broken piece of whatever kind of stone the temple was made of, facing the camp. The last thing he would notice before darkness enveloped him would be a armored arm closing around his neck, and a sharp cracking sound before his body went limp.
David pulled the body behind the temple where the MARDA guards wouldn't notice the movement before shouldering the body, and hiding it near the edge of the jungle.Walking back, He drew his XM8, fitted with the shotgun rounds, before entering the temple through the doorway that had been guarded just a few minutes before.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 21, 2008 23:32:00 GMT
ooc: Okay, a couple of things Roman, Firstly don't rush the time forward, the other members need time to do their thing and we can't just skip to nightfall unless we all agree. Secondly, these guys aren't MARDA, nor is the helicopter marked as such, Drake is undercover as a freelance pilot. and third, you just killed a security guy for a university sponsored research team? I'll assume that's how your character works though.
If you wouldn't mind editing there.
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Post by Kan on Jul 21, 2008 23:52:09 GMT
OOC: Thank you Scorp.
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Post by Captain Obvious on Jul 21, 2008 23:53:19 GMT
OOC: my sarcastic clapping hands really fit in with every situation.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 22, 2008 0:33:38 GMT
OOC: my sarcastic clapping hands really fit in with every situation. ooc: Don't be like that, we all have to work by these rules. So it's not like I'm singling you out here. okay, so on with the plot eh?
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Post by Ty on Jul 22, 2008 4:38:55 GMT
NAME: Tyler Smith CODENAME: Con AGE: 23 HEIGHT: 6'0'' EYES: Green HAIR: Dirty Blonde SPECIALTIES: Hand-to-hand, intelligence/recon, all forms of stealth NATIONALITY: American (Full bio here) NAME: Jake "The Snake" Spies AGE: 29 HEIGHT: 5'8'' EYES: Brown HAIR: Brown with blonde tips SPECIALTIES: Electronics, computer hacking, robotics NATIONALITY: American Snake is a professional hacker working for the United States government. In high school, when most guys his age were thinking about girls, Snake was taking things apart and putting them back together. Radios, televisions, computers, toy robots; whatever he could get his hands on. Snake went to college to study computer programming, minoring in engineering. He started working right out of school. Though he started out as a low-level programmer, his natural talent and range of electronic expertise helped his career take off in only a few short years. By age 27, he found himself among the hacking elite in a top-secret cyber-counter-terrorism program for the CIA. It was around this time he met Tyler, who was doing some freelance work for the CIA at the time. Through their common interest in computers, the two became fast friends. Tyler learned a lot about hacking from him, while Snake got a taste for more "hands on" lines of work. The two share a mutual respect, as they both see a little of themselves in the other. One of Snake's strongest assets, next to his hacking abilities, is his expertise with robots and electronics. He invented one of the world's smallest spy cameras, which is especially useful when mounted on one of his remote-controlled flying robots. These range in size from a 20-foot Predator-esque glider to a bot the same size and shape as a dragonfly. He also has a variety of simple wheeled robots, all of which can be equipped with cameras, and in some cases, small firearms for defense. Snake's Robots: (Just so I don't lose track) Albatross- the 20-ft long-range surveillance glider. Equipped with a single wide-lens motion-sensitive camera and one infrared camera. It is about as fast as a biplane, but has poor maneuvering capabilities. Miniraptor- Roughly the size of a small hawk; similar in shape to a horsefly. It has black-and-white and infrared cameras, both with higher frame rate than the Albatross. Dragonfly- Less than four inches long; shape similar to a dragonfly. One infrared camera. It also has a very sensitive microphone for eavesdropping. Tank- About the size of a go-cart. It has 6 wheels, all set on movable axles so it can handle rough surfaces. It has a single camera (switches between normal and infrared views) on top which can rotate 360 degrees. On the front is a 2-and-a-half-foot robotic arm ending in a dull claw, capped with rubber grips. It also has optional places on the front and sides where a common handgun can be mounted and fired remotely.
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Post by Ty on Jul 22, 2008 5:32:54 GMT
Around that time, the Albatross would be flying over the temple. At a distance, it looked like a small airplane, but the Albatross is a remote-controlled long-distance surveillance robot.
As it passed over the researchers' base camp, a much smaller robot dropped out of a compartment on the bottom. The smaller robot fell straight down for several seconds, then spread its bug-like wings and flapped furiously, slowing its descent.
The bot swooped down into the trees and landed somewhat clumsily on a branch a few yards from the site. It steadied itself on the tree branch and focused its camera eye on the helicopter that had just landed.
***about 6 miles away in a rented jeep***
"Nuts!"
Snake moved a switch on the Miniraptor's control, panning the camera over the whole site. He wiped some sweat from his forehead and licked his lips nervously. Snake was already nervous about his first real recon mission outside the US. Now he was visibly shaking.
Seated next to him, Tyler was driving their jeep through the thick foliage, following the paths of other vehicles wherever he could. As always, he was confident in his own ability to take on any challenge, but even he had some doubts about this one.
"Will you quit fidgeting?" he said to Snake. "You're making me anxious."
"Sorry," Snake replied. "I can't help it. This is not gonna be easy, Ty."
"Tell me something I don't know. And I told you, call me Con while we're on the job."
"Whatever. Look, I know this wasn't supposed to be a cakewalk, but I thought at least we could sneak in there without drawing too much attention. This place is crawling with guys with guns. We're gonna have to deal with them somehow."
"Not necessarily. We can lie low until they're out of sight and make our move at nightfall. Depending on who they're with, we might even be able to walk right up and make nice with them. I've got a box of cigars we can bring as a peace offering."
"A peace offering of cigars? Does that really work?"
"How the hell should I know? I make this up as I go."
Snake flinched as they went over a bump.
"Would you watch the bumps? There's some delicate equipment in the back."
"Yeah, yeah..."
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 22, 2008 19:44:06 GMT
Drake was getting a bad feeling, he thought he'd better check out the jungle for a bit, grabbing a long thin package from the chopper.
"If you guys don't mind, I'm gonna head for the river, I hear the fishing is good. Call me on the radio if you need anything."
He took a pocket radio and left his frequency with a Panhandle member, then departed into the jungle with his gear. *************************************************** *3 weeks earlier*
Drake and the master stood on the cliffs watching the cargo train pass the area. The master spoke up first.
"In a few days, a train loaded with terrorist cells will be passing this route. Your paymasters have asked that it not make it. I volunteered the pair of us for the job."
"Okay, so what's the plan?"
The master handed over the bow.
"Your final task of this lesson." ****************************************************
Finding his way to a cliff edge a good mile from the camp and temple, Drake had a good look over the area. Dense jungle for miles with a few roads here and there.
He picked up a low whooshing noise. An aircraft?
On cue several drone planes came into view. Looked like armed models, light automatic guns and grenade launchers. They passed Drake before turning back and bearing down on him.
"Dammit. What now?"
ooc: These aren't Tys spy drones btw, they are PATRIOTS armed drones, just so we don't have any mix ups.
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Post by Ty on Jul 23, 2008 1:26:28 GMT
Con parked the jeep. According to the GPS, they were a little less than half a quarter mile from the temple. He figured it was best not to get any closer until it looked safe to move in. Meanwhile, Snake directed the Miniraptor closer to the temple, landing it on top of a crumbling wall near the entrance. Its stonework coloring made it nearly invisible to anyone not standing right next to it.
As Snake switched to the Albatross' controls, he caught sight of something on the video.
"Woah. What the..?"
"What is it?"
"More bad news. There are some small military planes in the airspace nearby. I don't recognize the model."
Snake directed his own aircraft in a little closer, now circling a few hundred feet over the cliff.
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Post by Scorpio on Jul 23, 2008 14:34:19 GMT
Drake opened his package to get his gear ready, rather than a fishing pole that he bluffed it off as, it contained a compound bow, a quiver divided into regular, explosive and flash arrows, a belt of tools and one of the agency's standard beretta M92s. Drake would usually leave it behind, though it had slipped his mind this time.
The drones opened fire, several grenades dropping a portion of the cliff as machine guns shreded the trees. Drake ran back into the undergrowth.
PATRIOT tapped more commands onto his keyboard. "Armed civilian, minimal threat. Witness however, must remain low key."
Suddenly an arrow took out the camera on one of the drones. It veered to the side in it's blindness and crashed into one of the others.
"Correction.....trained armed civilian."
The grenader drones circled over the jungle and fired downwards several times. A thick cloud of smoke rose from the area.
One of the machine gunners went lower down to check things out.
WARNING. HEAT SIGNATURE DETECTED.
A vine whipped out from one of the trees and looped around the main body of the drone. It pulled upwards dragging Drake into mid air with it. He climbed up the vine and gripped the underside like a hang glider.
"South american jungle vines, some of the strongest in the world."
The other seven drones followed their partner trying to get a clear shot at Drake, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
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