The motley crowd of refugees seemed totally out of place in a rebellion movement. Some of the refugees here clearly had no experience in weapons handling.
Shale saw the Javelin launcher coming out of the van and his eyes popped. They had anti-tank missiles! Immediately, wanting to see what else there was, he jogged over to the rolling van. He looked inside the sliding door grabbed what he was looking for just as the van pulled away and left the alley. A FN SCAR automatic rifle in 5.56 mm with 40mm grenade launcher slung under. It was a wonderful rifle that could shoot with a M16 magazine or the normal mag. He still had his M107 slung over his shoulder and the D'Eagles in his belt, but those were overpowered and unwieldy for the job of getting out of the city.
Shale slapped a '16 mag into the SCAR and slung the weapon over his shoulder. Most of the refugees were just milling around. Very few people were grabbing weapons. He sighed and yanked back the bolt, chambering an armor piercing 5.56 mm round. He figured they had maybe 5 minutes before NOAH showed up and spotted the large gathering...
Unfortunately, Shale was sadly wrong. An unseen shot echoed down the alley and a man's head exploded in a puff of red. Apparently, nothing could ever go right completely, Shale sighed. He flicked off the safety and shouldered the assault rifle. Shale made a quick check behind him and saw the Javelin being set up and some girl yelling instructions on usage of a guided missile and a barricade of elite police at the end of the alley. At the other end, Shale checked and saw refugees dropping like fly's and at least two snipers.
A triple-burst of '16 rounds echoed from behind Shale and he watched as a man and rifle fell from a rooftop. Make that no snipers, Shale corrected to himself. He faced the crowd and yelled, "EVERYBODY GET DOWN!!!" He needed everyone down so he would have clear line of sight to the barricades at either end. A fast visual count showed 10 armored cops at each end and one more sniper on a rooftop about 200 meters south, straight down the alley. The sight on the SCAR gave Shale a relatively good bead on the cops, but he needed to find cover.
Shale figured he would be best situated behind the row of dumpsters, so he sprinted across the alley and ducked behind a dumpster. The Javelin crew was almost ready, so Shale started laying suppressing fire along the south barricade, picking off targets with quick bursts.
"Better get that thing set up," Shale yelled as an Armored Personnel Carrier rolled across the south entrance to the alley.
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by KungFu.Chinaman on Mon Oct 27, 2008 10:50 pm
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by PhoenixFlame on Fri Oct 31, 2008 11:49 pm
She couldn’t explain to you, if you’d asked her then, just how relieved she was by seeing everyone was still there. Granted, Cael looked like hell, but he was still there, and that was all that mattered. At least, to her that was all that mattered. Emma’s tongue flicked out to lick her lip, and she tasted blood. Lifting her hand, she ran her finger along a small cut, and then held her finger out before her so she could inspect it. The tip of it was crimson. Sighing, feeling happy that she’d killed the rotten bastard that had made her bleed, she wiped the blood off on her jeans. That would teach the bastard.
All around her, there were voices and a whole bunch more activity on top of that. People who wanted to get away from the cruelty of Turpis just as much as she was anxiously gathered, waiting for promised vehicles. But when the cars started to show up, so did the trouble. Chaos erupted all around her, and Emma, while deadly when face-to-face with someone, and her arms and hands free, was no match for bullets that came at her from a distance.
Her first instinct was to duck. And so she did. Her second instinct was to close her eyes, but she knew that was just insanely stupid, so instead, she kept them wide open. Quickly, she took in everything around her, but even then she didn’t know what she was supposed to do or where she was supposed to go. She eventually ended up running to a dumpster, on the opposite side of the alley of the one that Cael had been establishing a relationship with, ducked down behind it, and placed her hands over her head, burying her face into her knees.
On the other side of the dumpster, shots rang out, screaming echoed, and she knew that people were dying. Emma wanted to go to them. It was natural for her to want to help people when they were hurt, but she knew that if she did that now she would only end up getting herself killed. Her primary concern had to be making sure she stayed alive. While it might sound selfish, she also recognized it as the most logical action. If she died here, who would take care of all the survivors? Even if there were other doctors, help was always needed. So, for now, she would make herself swallow the guilt, and she would survive.
All around her, there were voices and a whole bunch more activity on top of that. People who wanted to get away from the cruelty of Turpis just as much as she was anxiously gathered, waiting for promised vehicles. But when the cars started to show up, so did the trouble. Chaos erupted all around her, and Emma, while deadly when face-to-face with someone, and her arms and hands free, was no match for bullets that came at her from a distance.
Her first instinct was to duck. And so she did. Her second instinct was to close her eyes, but she knew that was just insanely stupid, so instead, she kept them wide open. Quickly, she took in everything around her, but even then she didn’t know what she was supposed to do or where she was supposed to go. She eventually ended up running to a dumpster, on the opposite side of the alley of the one that Cael had been establishing a relationship with, ducked down behind it, and placed her hands over her head, burying her face into her knees.
On the other side of the dumpster, shots rang out, screaming echoed, and she knew that people were dying. Emma wanted to go to them. It was natural for her to want to help people when they were hurt, but she knew that if she did that now she would only end up getting herself killed. Her primary concern had to be making sure she stayed alive. While it might sound selfish, she also recognized it as the most logical action. If she died here, who would take care of all the survivors? Even if there were other doctors, help was always needed. So, for now, she would make herself swallow the guilt, and she would survive.
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Sonata on Sun Nov 02, 2008 1:54 pm
The rocket launcher felt heavier than it originally did. It must have been because he was crying and weak with remorse. Everyone around him was dying. The people he vowed to save had thrown their hopes away on him. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks to dribble upon the lenses of his glasses and his maple hair draped over his eyes like a funerary veil as he kept his head bowed. The weight of the steel launcher drove him to his knees as it screeched against the edge of the dumpster. Just when he thought he was going to drop it, the security guard jerked him away and shoved him up against the wall. The knife against his throat made his left leg bend until his foot was flat against the brick. The panic the guard was putting him in was driving Cael up the wall—at least until he spoke…he wasn’t ready. During the two years he spent devising the escape, he had never thought of death. He had overestimated his own genius. It was impossible to create the perfect strategy. What were they to do?
Watching the security guard slice the chip from his own throat gave Cael the chills as specks of blood splashed onto his face. Suddenly, he was on his feet and the Australian—he sounded like a mix of Irish and Aussie to him—stooped next to the dumpster with the rocket launcher. He was telling him to help him aim. Cael continued to stare as though nothing the man had asked him processed. The cop was next to get his attention, telling him to save the rocket. Well, of course it didn’t make sense to use it on people. They were planning to clear the blockade. That thought put Cael back on track as his head snapped back over to the Australian to see a young woman instructing him on how to use it properly. Everyone was fighting. No one had laid down their arms. This awakened a fire in Cael as he crouched meters behind Seviryn after hearing Aleks shout her instructions.
“Aim for the police vehicles blocking the alley! We’re going to create a path!” Cael shouted; and by the time Seviryn would manage to ready a shot, screams reverberated into the alley as two rockets met with the blockades at both ends of the back street. Fire and smoke bloomed as police vehicles somersaulted into the air. Cops that weren’t blown to pieces scattered only to be gun-downed by rapid-fire. Barreling into the alley was the hummer from before. The driver pushed open the passenger door and yelled, “I bet you thought we weren’t coming back? Quick, get in!”
Cael looked up at the driver, and then to the truck that was blocking their escape. “Someone has to move that truck!” he informed and darted over to it, pressing his shoulder along its side until he could get the door open and duck inside. Curled up in the driver’s seat was a young woman. “Hey! You have to get this truck moving. It can’t sit here.”
Slicing the sky above was the loud hum of a chopper as chain-rounds rained upon the vehicles in the street. The vehicles that had cleared the blockade screeched on as Turpis soldiers hopelessly jogged after them, firing volleys from their rifles. The helicopter hovered, search light sweeping the street over into the alley. At this time, Cael’s hair was standing upon his head like a cat. “Holy shit! They even sent the army!” exclaimed Cael. He glanced out the door to see hiding behind the dumpster, Emma. “You?” Was she there the whole time? “What are you doing? Don’t stay there or you’re going to die!”
Watching the security guard slice the chip from his own throat gave Cael the chills as specks of blood splashed onto his face. Suddenly, he was on his feet and the Australian—he sounded like a mix of Irish and Aussie to him—stooped next to the dumpster with the rocket launcher. He was telling him to help him aim. Cael continued to stare as though nothing the man had asked him processed. The cop was next to get his attention, telling him to save the rocket. Well, of course it didn’t make sense to use it on people. They were planning to clear the blockade. That thought put Cael back on track as his head snapped back over to the Australian to see a young woman instructing him on how to use it properly. Everyone was fighting. No one had laid down their arms. This awakened a fire in Cael as he crouched meters behind Seviryn after hearing Aleks shout her instructions.
“Aim for the police vehicles blocking the alley! We’re going to create a path!” Cael shouted; and by the time Seviryn would manage to ready a shot, screams reverberated into the alley as two rockets met with the blockades at both ends of the back street. Fire and smoke bloomed as police vehicles somersaulted into the air. Cops that weren’t blown to pieces scattered only to be gun-downed by rapid-fire. Barreling into the alley was the hummer from before. The driver pushed open the passenger door and yelled, “I bet you thought we weren’t coming back? Quick, get in!”
Cael looked up at the driver, and then to the truck that was blocking their escape. “Someone has to move that truck!” he informed and darted over to it, pressing his shoulder along its side until he could get the door open and duck inside. Curled up in the driver’s seat was a young woman. “Hey! You have to get this truck moving. It can’t sit here.”
Slicing the sky above was the loud hum of a chopper as chain-rounds rained upon the vehicles in the street. The vehicles that had cleared the blockade screeched on as Turpis soldiers hopelessly jogged after them, firing volleys from their rifles. The helicopter hovered, search light sweeping the street over into the alley. At this time, Cael’s hair was standing upon his head like a cat. “Holy shit! They even sent the army!” exclaimed Cael. He glanced out the door to see hiding behind the dumpster, Emma. “You?” Was she there the whole time? “What are you doing? Don’t stay there or you’re going to die!”
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by PhoenixFlame on Sun Nov 02, 2008 10:20 pm
Crashes, booms, bangs. Would this never end? She would have thought, with Cael being such a genius, that he would have planned for something like this. And, granted, there were weapons that people could defend themselves with, but she felt this entire situation was not planned out that well. Then again, perhaps one couldn’t plan for things such as this. She was just amazed that Cael had managed so much. It had taken him a long time, but they were finally here. Even with all this chaos around them, they were here.
A particularly loud explosion made Emma actually look up in surprise, a squeak emitting from between her lips. Oh God. Oh God. She was going to die here. She was! She was never going to escape this place. She was going to die. She was going to die! A sob escaped her. She didn’t want to be this scared, but she was. She just couldn’t help it. This was absolutely, positively terrifying to her. A state of affairs that became even more terrifying at the arrival of the Turpis Military. She felt doomed. She felt they were all doomed.
“You? What are you doing? Don’t stay there or you’re going to die!”
Her head whipped around in the direction of coherent words that were close to her. She blinked at seeing Cael looking at her in surprise. She sat up further, her hands lowering to the ground beside her as she exclaimed, “Oh! Oh, Cael! What happened?” She moved to her hands and knees and crawled across the filthy ground to the edge of the dumpster, “Cael…” she looked at the truck he was talking to her from. She could see there was someone in the driver’s seat, Cael in the passenger. And the backseat was completely empty. But to get to that empty backseat she would have to momentarily expose herself to a hail storm of bullets.
Just as she was getting ready to dash out, the search light of the helicopter roaring above them passed over the truck and came toward her. Her courage abandoned her. As though she thought the helicopter was specifically sent there just for her, Emma pressed her back against the dumpster, trying to stay hidden from view. She let out a soft whimper, closing her eyes. She had to go. She had to survive, remember? She couldn’t die here. The survivors…they would need her. Sucking in a deep breath, she opened her eyes and then ran toward the truck, her arms extended. Once she was within reach, she fumbled at the handle on the back door of the truck for a moment before finally pulling it up. She then ripped open the door and dived inside. She quickly righted herself, turned around, and daringly stuck her arm out to grab for the door to pull it shut. Once it was, she slammed down the lock.
Breathing raggedly, she looked into the front seat, “Jesus Christ, Cael.” And that was enough said because it was the perfect summary.
A particularly loud explosion made Emma actually look up in surprise, a squeak emitting from between her lips. Oh God. Oh God. She was going to die here. She was! She was never going to escape this place. She was going to die. She was going to die! A sob escaped her. She didn’t want to be this scared, but she was. She just couldn’t help it. This was absolutely, positively terrifying to her. A state of affairs that became even more terrifying at the arrival of the Turpis Military. She felt doomed. She felt they were all doomed.
“You? What are you doing? Don’t stay there or you’re going to die!”
Her head whipped around in the direction of coherent words that were close to her. She blinked at seeing Cael looking at her in surprise. She sat up further, her hands lowering to the ground beside her as she exclaimed, “Oh! Oh, Cael! What happened?” She moved to her hands and knees and crawled across the filthy ground to the edge of the dumpster, “Cael…” she looked at the truck he was talking to her from. She could see there was someone in the driver’s seat, Cael in the passenger. And the backseat was completely empty. But to get to that empty backseat she would have to momentarily expose herself to a hail storm of bullets.
Just as she was getting ready to dash out, the search light of the helicopter roaring above them passed over the truck and came toward her. Her courage abandoned her. As though she thought the helicopter was specifically sent there just for her, Emma pressed her back against the dumpster, trying to stay hidden from view. She let out a soft whimper, closing her eyes. She had to go. She had to survive, remember? She couldn’t die here. The survivors…they would need her. Sucking in a deep breath, she opened her eyes and then ran toward the truck, her arms extended. Once she was within reach, she fumbled at the handle on the back door of the truck for a moment before finally pulling it up. She then ripped open the door and dived inside. She quickly righted herself, turned around, and daringly stuck her arm out to grab for the door to pull it shut. Once it was, she slammed down the lock.
Breathing raggedly, she looked into the front seat, “Jesus Christ, Cael.” And that was enough said because it was the perfect summary.
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by XianEvermor on Mon Nov 03, 2008 12:37 am
Alright, this wasn't so hard: Point dangerous end towards enemy, push button, and the object on screen goes boom! Just like in the movies... right? Seviryn almost dropped the Javelin when Aleks took the tail end of the weapon and corrected him. His head swam a little when she listed off all the things to consider when firing it and was starting to think maybe he wasn't the best person to use it after all. It was still okay though, even with all those things to consider, it's not like he was going to shoot down a chopper with it or anything, he just needed to hit something big and stationary... easy enough.
“Aim for the police vehicles blocking the alley! We’re going to create a path!” Seviryn popped out of his cover as soon as Cael told him what to aim for, and was about to fire the Javelin when the police vehicles exploded brilliantly. He reflexively popped the safety back on and dove back behind the dumpster as the flaming grill of one of the cars shot past his head and the dumpster was showered with flaming shrapnel. The Javelin thudded roughly into his chest and he seemed dazed for a moment before his blue eyes flicked up at Cael.
"... That wasnae me..." Seviryn was quickly back up on his feet as the Hummer rolled back into the alley and a little bit of relief washed over him when he realized they had just been reinforced. He peeked carefully out from behind the dumpster and pulled the Javelin up, trotting quickly to the truck and dropping the weapon in it's bed when the chopper swung into view and flashed the alley with it's search light. He quickly dove back behind the dumpster and pulled his M4 back up to the ready. This was getting dumb... There was an military chopper over the street, the Javelin was now in the truck, and Seviryn was getting intimate with Cael's dumpster again. His head swiveled when he heard Cael shout, spotting the woman on the other side of the alley. When she got up and made her break for the truck, Seviryn popped out from behind the dumpster and laid down some cover fire for her. When he heard the truck door slam shut, he took careful aim at the chopper, and with one bullet, put out the search light in a shower of sparks. Seviryn emptied the rest of his clip into the cockpit area and dropped the gun, mostly trying to scare the pilot into pulling back and buy them a little time as he didn't think the M4 was powerful enough to penetrate the armored glass of the cockpit.
As soon as his rifle hit the ground, Seviryn darted to the side of the truck, keeping as low of a profile as he could. He pulled the door open and risked a peek into the bed of the truck, causing a very disturbing Cheshire grin to spread across his face as he swiftly pulled a P90 and a couple spare mags out of the bed before jumping into the truck and closing the door. The weapon was primed, loaded, and ready in a matter of seconds before he checked to make sure the safety was engaged and plopped the weapon in his lap. As soon as he wasn't distracted, he was looking at the rest of the passengers with the kind of white faced fear one has when they realize that girl at the bar they were hitting on has a boyfriend... and he's 300 pounds of solid muscle. He was in the back seat... and there was a woman driving. He quietly hoped nobody would mind wearing the beef and cheese frozen burrito he'd eaten for lunch when the driving got rough: Seviryn was easily carsick. It was then he realized that his butt was vibrating, and had been for some time now.
"Fook! Alex!" He squirmed around in the seat, twisting so he could get his phone out of his pocket and snap it open. "Alex!" Seviryn held the phone away from his ear with a grimace as the loud shriek of rending metal came from his phone plenty loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Got problems! I pulled my chip when I heard the explosions, but a security droid barged in before I could leave! I... I think it's dead but who knows what else is on the way!"
"F... Fire escape! Find a place t'hide! We'll come t'ya!" He snapped the phone closed and he grabbed at his already disheveled hair to keep from putting his fist through the window while his mind raced. That molten lead feeling in his stomach churned restlessly as his worst fear was coming to life. His brother was all he had left and NOAH was about to take it away from him. He gripped the passenger seat in front of him and pulled himself up towards the front, though they could probably hear him perfectly fine from the back seat.
"We have t'get me brother! Um, left on tha next main street, it's nae that far outa tha way from tha gate!"
“Aim for the police vehicles blocking the alley! We’re going to create a path!” Seviryn popped out of his cover as soon as Cael told him what to aim for, and was about to fire the Javelin when the police vehicles exploded brilliantly. He reflexively popped the safety back on and dove back behind the dumpster as the flaming grill of one of the cars shot past his head and the dumpster was showered with flaming shrapnel. The Javelin thudded roughly into his chest and he seemed dazed for a moment before his blue eyes flicked up at Cael.
"... That wasnae me..." Seviryn was quickly back up on his feet as the Hummer rolled back into the alley and a little bit of relief washed over him when he realized they had just been reinforced. He peeked carefully out from behind the dumpster and pulled the Javelin up, trotting quickly to the truck and dropping the weapon in it's bed when the chopper swung into view and flashed the alley with it's search light. He quickly dove back behind the dumpster and pulled his M4 back up to the ready. This was getting dumb... There was an military chopper over the street, the Javelin was now in the truck, and Seviryn was getting intimate with Cael's dumpster again. His head swiveled when he heard Cael shout, spotting the woman on the other side of the alley. When she got up and made her break for the truck, Seviryn popped out from behind the dumpster and laid down some cover fire for her. When he heard the truck door slam shut, he took careful aim at the chopper, and with one bullet, put out the search light in a shower of sparks. Seviryn emptied the rest of his clip into the cockpit area and dropped the gun, mostly trying to scare the pilot into pulling back and buy them a little time as he didn't think the M4 was powerful enough to penetrate the armored glass of the cockpit.
As soon as his rifle hit the ground, Seviryn darted to the side of the truck, keeping as low of a profile as he could. He pulled the door open and risked a peek into the bed of the truck, causing a very disturbing Cheshire grin to spread across his face as he swiftly pulled a P90 and a couple spare mags out of the bed before jumping into the truck and closing the door. The weapon was primed, loaded, and ready in a matter of seconds before he checked to make sure the safety was engaged and plopped the weapon in his lap. As soon as he wasn't distracted, he was looking at the rest of the passengers with the kind of white faced fear one has when they realize that girl at the bar they were hitting on has a boyfriend... and he's 300 pounds of solid muscle. He was in the back seat... and there was a woman driving. He quietly hoped nobody would mind wearing the beef and cheese frozen burrito he'd eaten for lunch when the driving got rough: Seviryn was easily carsick. It was then he realized that his butt was vibrating, and had been for some time now.
"Fook! Alex!" He squirmed around in the seat, twisting so he could get his phone out of his pocket and snap it open. "Alex!" Seviryn held the phone away from his ear with a grimace as the loud shriek of rending metal came from his phone plenty loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Got problems! I pulled my chip when I heard the explosions, but a security droid barged in before I could leave! I... I think it's dead but who knows what else is on the way!"
"F... Fire escape! Find a place t'hide! We'll come t'ya!" He snapped the phone closed and he grabbed at his already disheveled hair to keep from putting his fist through the window while his mind raced. That molten lead feeling in his stomach churned restlessly as his worst fear was coming to life. His brother was all he had left and NOAH was about to take it away from him. He gripped the passenger seat in front of him and pulled himself up towards the front, though they could probably hear him perfectly fine from the back seat.
"We have t'get me brother! Um, left on tha next main street, it's nae that far outa tha way from tha gate!"
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by KungFu.Chinaman on Tue Nov 04, 2008 9:43 pm
Shale watched in amazement as the barricades blew up, tossing cop cars and cops like little toys all over the place. With a slight tap on the trigger, he dropped the last cop standing. The Humvee barreled down the street, but was blocked by the truck parked across the alley. Cael darted over from the door of the Humvee to the truck and clambered in. The security guard and Javelin too made their way over to the truck and both were soon parked neatly inside. Shale stood up behind the dumpster, repositioned his rifle slung over his shoulder, checked his backpack and SCAR and raced over to the rolling truck which was already most of the way down the alley. Every time shots rang out, Shale winced hoping to all things holy that one of the soldiers didn't get lucky and shoot him in the head. He was wearing Class III body armor that should stop an assault rifle, but he didn't want to push it. "Oi, wait up," Shale yelled towards the truck.
With a grunt, Shale grabbed the truck's tailgate and vaulted in. He lay there for a second, stunned, then saw bright, yellow, VERY hot shells falling from a military helicopter. Groaning, Shale rolled himself over and pulled up his M107. "It just can't be easy can it," Shale sighed.
He reached into his backpack and pulled out one of eight magazines of rounds that he had loaded himself. Each magazine contained a mix of High-Explosive and Armor Piercing rounds. Shale slapped the heavy mag into the rifle and propped the gun up on the tailgate. He tried to draw a bead on the chopper, but the unceasing bouncing of the truck kept throwing him off. Annoyed, the sniper pulled a jacket from the truck bed and placed it under the barrel where it was touching the truck bed. He sighed with pleasure as the barrel stopped bouncing around. Shale dropped into a deep focus and soon found the chopper locked in his sights. He pulled the trigger once, twice, three times, dropping two .50 cal high explosive rounds on the rotor housing and one armor piercing one right through the cockpit instrument panel, according to his intuition. He lowered his rifle and leaned back, pulling out the SCAR to be ready just in case something else came up. He wondered what was going on in the chopper...
With a grunt, Shale grabbed the truck's tailgate and vaulted in. He lay there for a second, stunned, then saw bright, yellow, VERY hot shells falling from a military helicopter. Groaning, Shale rolled himself over and pulled up his M107. "It just can't be easy can it," Shale sighed.
He reached into his backpack and pulled out one of eight magazines of rounds that he had loaded himself. Each magazine contained a mix of High-Explosive and Armor Piercing rounds. Shale slapped the heavy mag into the rifle and propped the gun up on the tailgate. He tried to draw a bead on the chopper, but the unceasing bouncing of the truck kept throwing him off. Annoyed, the sniper pulled a jacket from the truck bed and placed it under the barrel where it was touching the truck bed. He sighed with pleasure as the barrel stopped bouncing around. Shale dropped into a deep focus and soon found the chopper locked in his sights. He pulled the trigger once, twice, three times, dropping two .50 cal high explosive rounds on the rotor housing and one armor piercing one right through the cockpit instrument panel, according to his intuition. He lowered his rifle and leaned back, pulling out the SCAR to be ready just in case something else came up. He wondered what was going on in the chopper...
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Leila Aarons on Wed Nov 05, 2008 3:45 pm
Fayela ducked her head down farther as she heard the explosion--at least it sounded like that to her--of the rocket launcher and all the chaos that ensued. When it finally seemed that at least the explosion was done, she catiously lifted her head. Her ears were ringing and her hands trembling, but she managed to pull herself together enough to peek over the top of her barricade.
Bodies lying around, parts of vehicles and other things were everywhere. She had to say it was the most gruesome scene she had ever seen. And worse than anything she had ever imagined. Ducking back down, she just sat again for a moment, trying to get her nerves together. Her hand was tight around the handle of her handgun, a death grip, essentially. If it was someone's wrist she was almost certain the circulation would be cut off.
Finally, she took another deep breath, and looked toward the hummer. When did that get there? She must have been too deep in thought to have noticed it. Now that she had, though, she prepared to hurry over to it. It was then that she noticed the chopper overhead, and she bit her lip some. An airborn enemy now--just what they needed.
Seeing as how there was absolutely no chance she could actually get a bullet into the chopper from here with her pistol, she decided just to make a run for it. Quickly, Fayela pushed herself to her feet, and ran as fast as she could to the hummer. She threw open the door and practically dived inside, then slammed the door shut again. Her breathing was uneven and heavy now, the pistol still tight in her grip and her eyes wide. Normally, she may have been crying right now, but was still in shock from the situation, so that was not the case.
Bodies lying around, parts of vehicles and other things were everywhere. She had to say it was the most gruesome scene she had ever seen. And worse than anything she had ever imagined. Ducking back down, she just sat again for a moment, trying to get her nerves together. Her hand was tight around the handle of her handgun, a death grip, essentially. If it was someone's wrist she was almost certain the circulation would be cut off.
Finally, she took another deep breath, and looked toward the hummer. When did that get there? She must have been too deep in thought to have noticed it. Now that she had, though, she prepared to hurry over to it. It was then that she noticed the chopper overhead, and she bit her lip some. An airborn enemy now--just what they needed.
Seeing as how there was absolutely no chance she could actually get a bullet into the chopper from here with her pistol, she decided just to make a run for it. Quickly, Fayela pushed herself to her feet, and ran as fast as she could to the hummer. She threw open the door and practically dived inside, then slammed the door shut again. Her breathing was uneven and heavy now, the pistol still tight in her grip and her eyes wide. Normally, she may have been crying right now, but was still in shock from the situation, so that was not the case.
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Rokku on Wed Nov 05, 2008 3:52 pm
Robert was frightened. Things had gotten worse, and his short lived macho streak had long since faded. He heard a new sound, the sound of bullets being fired very quickly. He looked up from his hiding place and spotted the chopper.
"Holy shit! There's no way we can take out a chopper..."
He noticed the addition of a new vehicle, a Hummer.
"I gotta get in that Hummer..."
Robert crouched down, sneaking through the hellish mess of bullets and blood. He eventually got close to the Hummer. He made one last dash for it, and dove in through a door, spotting another person inside.
"Whoa, that was close."
"Holy shit! There's no way we can take out a chopper..."
He noticed the addition of a new vehicle, a Hummer.
"I gotta get in that Hummer..."
Robert crouched down, sneaking through the hellish mess of bullets and blood. He eventually got close to the Hummer. He made one last dash for it, and dove in through a door, spotting another person inside.
"Whoa, that was close."
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Lunar Eclipse on Wed Nov 05, 2008 4:53 pm
“Hey! You have to get this truck moving. It can’t sit here.”
"I know!" Sylvia replied rather testily. But even with that reply, her foot was merely placed on the accelerator, there was no real force pushing the pedal down. Really, all her instincts were screaming out for her to just floor it and drive away as fast as she could, but she quietly waited for people to get on the truck. In frustration, she continued to bite down on her bottom lip, even as a bit of blood began to trickle out.
The arrival of the chopper and the army was almost too much to take. In all the movies and cartoons, the bullets seemed to make a sound like blam!, bang! or pow!. Right now it all sounded like, Die! Die! Die! It was only after the girl and the security guard entered the truck that she realized that she was gripping the wheel too tightly under her now-white knuckles. She forced herself to let go and flex her fingers a few times before grabbing the steering wheel again, stiff fingers would probably kill them all in this situation. After a deep breath, though she tried to make it a little inconspicuous, she prepared to just get the hell out of that alley. Then, the complication.
"We have t'get me brother! Um, left on tha next main street, it's nae that far outa tha way from tha gate!"
"What?!" She shouted. "Are you f@#%in' crazy?! I- UGH!!!" Sylvia hit her forehead against the steering wheel while muttering incoherently to herself. By now, she was almost too pissed to be scared. Almost. Not quite enough to forget about the chopper and army coming for them.
"Oi, wait up," Yet another person came running up to the trunk. It cost them a few precious seconds, but she used that tiny bit of time to think. As soon as the man jumped into the back, she floored the accelerator down. It was a bumpy start, they didn't have a very good starting speed and the alley was still littered with dead bodies. She really tried hard not to think about what was happening every time the vehicle met a bump.
She made a sharp turn at the end of the alley, the corner of the truck hit something, but she didn't even bother checking what it was. It was either the alley wall, or the remains of a police car, those were the most likely choices. All she cared was that the truck was still running, so any sort of dent that appeared on it didn't really matter at the moment. Keeping her eyes focused on the road Sylvia finally said, "I'm only saying this once, if you don't like my conditions, get the hell out and do something on your own."
It was really difficult driving under these conditions. It was dark, she was scared, and she wasn't used to driving a truck. Not to mention the fact they were being attacked and she wasn't using the brakes at this point. Therefore, she kept her eyes on the road and didn't bother to look at the faces of the other passengers, at the speed she was going, one crash would be enough to end it all. Her voice was monotonous, but somehow layered with both anger and near-murderous intent. "If we stop, it's only for a single moment. If you and/or your brother don't come back in time, screw it, run fast or something 'cause I'm not waiting. If anyone has any objections, speak now or shut up until we're done."
The final part was mostly directed towards their mastermind. For now, she headed for the main street because... She would probably regret it if she didn't. There was little doubt in her mind that the security guard behind her would blame her, perhaps threaten her with a weapon, if she just left without even trying to pick up his brother, but even if he didn't, she would probably be haunted by nightmares for months. If she lived that long. But if their scrawny leader told her to let it go and just drive them out of there, Sylvia would. Really, with the amount of adrenaline in her veins and her chaotic emotions, she couldn't really trust her own judgment. I'm no hero-wannabe, she thought to herself, But I might die like one at this rate.
"I know!" Sylvia replied rather testily. But even with that reply, her foot was merely placed on the accelerator, there was no real force pushing the pedal down. Really, all her instincts were screaming out for her to just floor it and drive away as fast as she could, but she quietly waited for people to get on the truck. In frustration, she continued to bite down on her bottom lip, even as a bit of blood began to trickle out.
The arrival of the chopper and the army was almost too much to take. In all the movies and cartoons, the bullets seemed to make a sound like blam!, bang! or pow!. Right now it all sounded like, Die! Die! Die! It was only after the girl and the security guard entered the truck that she realized that she was gripping the wheel too tightly under her now-white knuckles. She forced herself to let go and flex her fingers a few times before grabbing the steering wheel again, stiff fingers would probably kill them all in this situation. After a deep breath, though she tried to make it a little inconspicuous, she prepared to just get the hell out of that alley. Then, the complication.
"We have t'get me brother! Um, left on tha next main street, it's nae that far outa tha way from tha gate!"
"What?!" She shouted. "Are you f@#%in' crazy?! I- UGH!!!" Sylvia hit her forehead against the steering wheel while muttering incoherently to herself. By now, she was almost too pissed to be scared. Almost. Not quite enough to forget about the chopper and army coming for them.
"Oi, wait up," Yet another person came running up to the trunk. It cost them a few precious seconds, but she used that tiny bit of time to think. As soon as the man jumped into the back, she floored the accelerator down. It was a bumpy start, they didn't have a very good starting speed and the alley was still littered with dead bodies. She really tried hard not to think about what was happening every time the vehicle met a bump.
She made a sharp turn at the end of the alley, the corner of the truck hit something, but she didn't even bother checking what it was. It was either the alley wall, or the remains of a police car, those were the most likely choices. All she cared was that the truck was still running, so any sort of dent that appeared on it didn't really matter at the moment. Keeping her eyes focused on the road Sylvia finally said, "I'm only saying this once, if you don't like my conditions, get the hell out and do something on your own."
It was really difficult driving under these conditions. It was dark, she was scared, and she wasn't used to driving a truck. Not to mention the fact they were being attacked and she wasn't using the brakes at this point. Therefore, she kept her eyes on the road and didn't bother to look at the faces of the other passengers, at the speed she was going, one crash would be enough to end it all. Her voice was monotonous, but somehow layered with both anger and near-murderous intent. "If we stop, it's only for a single moment. If you and/or your brother don't come back in time, screw it, run fast or something 'cause I'm not waiting. If anyone has any objections, speak now or shut up until we're done."
The final part was mostly directed towards their mastermind. For now, she headed for the main street because... She would probably regret it if she didn't. There was little doubt in her mind that the security guard behind her would blame her, perhaps threaten her with a weapon, if she just left without even trying to pick up his brother, but even if he didn't, she would probably be haunted by nightmares for months. If she lived that long. But if their scrawny leader told her to let it go and just drive them out of there, Sylvia would. Really, with the amount of adrenaline in her veins and her chaotic emotions, she couldn't really trust her own judgment. I'm no hero-wannabe, she thought to herself, But I might die like one at this rate.
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Korrye on Wed Nov 05, 2008 5:24 pm
With her heart pounding in her ears Aleks listened as the rockets were fired off to her left. The mad hiss of the blow out met her ears followed by the whale as the ammunition was launched. The explosion felt hot, the wave met the skin on her arms and she folded her arms across her chest and bit on her lower lip to keep her mind off it. She wasn’t burned but the heat was uncomfortable, not to mention that she now had no hair on her arms. When the second one launched she could feel that it was farther away but even so her skin obliged by braking out into a sweat. With a huff she carefully bent around the door to view the carnage. Bodies were scattered and the smell of burnt flesh radiated in the air. The opposition’s vehicles were gone, the blockade was cleared but foot soldiers were madly piling in. A hummer tore through the cleared entrance and once again Aleks caught sight of their leader. She would have to do something later about his fear because if he hesitated to act this often then they were all sitting ducks. The hummer’s doors opened and the driver yelled something out. At the same moment Aleks took off from her cover towards it. They thought alike in those instants, the truck was blocking their way out. She yanked the passenger door open and although it was severely bashed about she had high hopes that it would work for their getaway. As Aleks ducked into the seat she eyed the driver. Without thinking she tucked her duffel and carbine on top of the dash board while doing a shoulder check. She took in the faces of two familiar people, a man and a woman who had gathered with the original cluster. As Aleks took them in she saw as a mother scrambled for the rear doors as well, shielding a child with a trash can lid.
“Open the door!” She yelled at the man in the back seat. “Fuck, hurry up people!” The pair dove into the vehicle, she caught sight of the woman and realized that she was nothing but a frail being, her grandson, who was maybe ten, was crying in her arms.
The mad beating of a helicopter came from overhead and her gut twisted inside. So they were taking this seriously. Well, shit! Then they had to get moving, and fast! If the chopper was there then they really were going to be sitting ducks because the NOAH government did not possess an unarmed helicopter. The glass of the passenger side window shattered and Aleks shielded her eyes with her forearm, her other hand gripping her carbine.
“Bloody brilliant,” she swore aloud again, not caring if anyone heard her either. Women and children were dead because people weren’t moving fast enough. The barrage of rifle fire erupted again and Aleks kept herself low allowing for the few people who could fit in the vehicle to get in. That and the fact that she had no idea where they were going. God it would feel good to have some control of this situation. She turned to the driver, “Are there weapons in this vehicle?”
What she received as a response was a nod and again she turned to her four rear passengers.
“Check under your seats for weapons, tell me what you have or show it to me, we have to get rid of that chopper.”
In front of them the truck began to move. Aleks braced herself, holding onto the crap handle, for when the driver decided to follow. This was so chaotic. This was madness!
“Open the door!” She yelled at the man in the back seat. “Fuck, hurry up people!” The pair dove into the vehicle, she caught sight of the woman and realized that she was nothing but a frail being, her grandson, who was maybe ten, was crying in her arms.
The mad beating of a helicopter came from overhead and her gut twisted inside. So they were taking this seriously. Well, shit! Then they had to get moving, and fast! If the chopper was there then they really were going to be sitting ducks because the NOAH government did not possess an unarmed helicopter. The glass of the passenger side window shattered and Aleks shielded her eyes with her forearm, her other hand gripping her carbine.
“Bloody brilliant,” she swore aloud again, not caring if anyone heard her either. Women and children were dead because people weren’t moving fast enough. The barrage of rifle fire erupted again and Aleks kept herself low allowing for the few people who could fit in the vehicle to get in. That and the fact that she had no idea where they were going. God it would feel good to have some control of this situation. She turned to the driver, “Are there weapons in this vehicle?”
What she received as a response was a nod and again she turned to her four rear passengers.
“Check under your seats for weapons, tell me what you have or show it to me, we have to get rid of that chopper.”
In front of them the truck began to move. Aleks braced herself, holding onto the crap handle, for when the driver decided to follow. This was so chaotic. This was madness!
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Sonata on Sat Nov 08, 2008 1:38 pm
Why was she sitting there? She was curled up and helpless, looking at him with pleading eyes as though she were expecting him to leave the safety of the vehicle to brave stray bullets and get her. It sounded romantic and heroic at the same time, but he wasn’t infatuated with her and he felt he wasn’t at all heroic. Sitting there, like her, on her hands and knees except he was in the truck, his aggravation had him roaring at her to move much like football fans got when it looked like the player on their favorite team was about to run a touchdown. “Get over here now! Move!” he screamed, his face red with anger and fear. Too many people had died, and despite the fact that she was the only brave doctor that agreed to go with his insane plan, he wanted her to live. He didn’t want to see anymore die.
When the doctor bolted for the truck, Cael was slightly relieved to see the strange Australian [or Irishman] giving the woman some cover-fire. When she leapt into the truck her words: Jesus Christ, Cael went through one ear and out the other. He was turned around in his chair, peering out the back window at Seviryn who he no longer labeled as the strange Australian but the crazy Australian as he saw him attack the chopper. ‘God’ thought Cael. He was going to be sick if the next thing he saw was fire, and hopefully not from Hell. When Seviryn entered the vehicle, Cael whirled around, facing the dashboard and yanked his passenger door closed. “Go, go, GO!” he shrieked at the driver, adding more vexations to her critical position.
Oi, wait up. [Shale]
That voice stunned Cael. There was another person coming? Sylvia was going to hate Cael once her current occupation as the driver was over. He was like a parent when his daughter was just learning how to drive. Panicking, he ordered to her next, “Wait! Wait for the guy!” When the truck shook, meaning Shale had entered the bed, Cael hollered at her, “OKAY! Now go! Go, go, GO!” unaware that the future sniper was planning to shoot the helicopter down.
Seviryn’s crazed announcement nearly made him shit himself, but he didn’t have any urine left and he hadn’t eaten since his noon lunch break. He felt like punching something, strangling something, but restrained his violent urges to press his hands to the sides of his head again. Sylvia had got the truck moving as Shale managed his string of shots. The co-pilot was on the radio, informing Communications of the weaponry the terrorists possessed when suddenly the pilot jerked back in his seat, and a gurgling gasp left his mouth as blood exploded from his chest leaving a decent-sized hole. A shrill tone filled the cockpit along with the premonitory color red as the rotor was severed. The chopper went spinning toward the street with the co-pilot screaming into the radio their plummet. The propeller sliced through the air like a wheel, passing over the building tops to embed itself into an apartment complex on the next street. Soldiers dove for cover as the chopper exploded on contact with the sidewalk and parallel parked vehicles.
Letting go of his head, Cael heard Sylvia enlighten Seviryn of her plan and felt relieved he didn’t have to say anything. They were all scared, and as his eyes drifted over to the right-view mirror they nearly bulged out of their sockets. Not only were soldiers on the main road behind them, but so was a tank and two-more choppers.
If anyone has any objections, speak now or shut up until we're done. [Sylvia]
“TURN INTO ANOTHER ALLEY!” Cael cried and even reached over to recklessly grab the steering wheel. If there was anyone to feel sorry for, it was Shale in the back.
The hummer was right behind the truck when it decided to move. The man in the bed made the driver nervous as he pointed that enormous gun in their direction. The aim probably wasn’t on them exactly, but it felt like it. They turned onto the main street, and unlike the passengers in the first vehicle, the driver immediately noticed the army that was pouring down the street. “Shit!” he cursed softly. He wasn’t too startled. It was very predictable that they would be there. “We need to split up. If we stay together, then it will only cause more problems. I know the way out, so don’t worry” he informed as he turned the vehicle into an alley. One of the choppers followed in pursuit.
When the doctor bolted for the truck, Cael was slightly relieved to see the strange Australian [or Irishman] giving the woman some cover-fire. When she leapt into the truck her words: Jesus Christ, Cael went through one ear and out the other. He was turned around in his chair, peering out the back window at Seviryn who he no longer labeled as the strange Australian but the crazy Australian as he saw him attack the chopper. ‘God’ thought Cael. He was going to be sick if the next thing he saw was fire, and hopefully not from Hell. When Seviryn entered the vehicle, Cael whirled around, facing the dashboard and yanked his passenger door closed. “Go, go, GO!” he shrieked at the driver, adding more vexations to her critical position.
Oi, wait up. [Shale]
That voice stunned Cael. There was another person coming? Sylvia was going to hate Cael once her current occupation as the driver was over. He was like a parent when his daughter was just learning how to drive. Panicking, he ordered to her next, “Wait! Wait for the guy!” When the truck shook, meaning Shale had entered the bed, Cael hollered at her, “OKAY! Now go! Go, go, GO!” unaware that the future sniper was planning to shoot the helicopter down.
Seviryn’s crazed announcement nearly made him shit himself, but he didn’t have any urine left and he hadn’t eaten since his noon lunch break. He felt like punching something, strangling something, but restrained his violent urges to press his hands to the sides of his head again. Sylvia had got the truck moving as Shale managed his string of shots. The co-pilot was on the radio, informing Communications of the weaponry the terrorists possessed when suddenly the pilot jerked back in his seat, and a gurgling gasp left his mouth as blood exploded from his chest leaving a decent-sized hole. A shrill tone filled the cockpit along with the premonitory color red as the rotor was severed. The chopper went spinning toward the street with the co-pilot screaming into the radio their plummet. The propeller sliced through the air like a wheel, passing over the building tops to embed itself into an apartment complex on the next street. Soldiers dove for cover as the chopper exploded on contact with the sidewalk and parallel parked vehicles.
Letting go of his head, Cael heard Sylvia enlighten Seviryn of her plan and felt relieved he didn’t have to say anything. They were all scared, and as his eyes drifted over to the right-view mirror they nearly bulged out of their sockets. Not only were soldiers on the main road behind them, but so was a tank and two-more choppers.
If anyone has any objections, speak now or shut up until we're done. [Sylvia]
“TURN INTO ANOTHER ALLEY!” Cael cried and even reached over to recklessly grab the steering wheel. If there was anyone to feel sorry for, it was Shale in the back.
The hummer was right behind the truck when it decided to move. The man in the bed made the driver nervous as he pointed that enormous gun in their direction. The aim probably wasn’t on them exactly, but it felt like it. They turned onto the main street, and unlike the passengers in the first vehicle, the driver immediately noticed the army that was pouring down the street. “Shit!” he cursed softly. He wasn’t too startled. It was very predictable that they would be there. “We need to split up. If we stay together, then it will only cause more problems. I know the way out, so don’t worry” he informed as he turned the vehicle into an alley. One of the choppers followed in pursuit.
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by XianEvermor on Sun Nov 09, 2008 4:44 am
Seviryn only nodded when the driver told him her plan, though he was barely listening. He was twisted around in his seat so he could see out to the streets behind him. A little bit of a grin played across his face when the chopper went down, only to fade into a look of shock as more soldiers poured into the street... followed by two choppers and... a TANK? He shook his head, and it was suddenly slammed into the rear passenger window when they lurched down the new alley to avoid the choppers. Seviryn groaned at the new pain, and was already looking quite green in the back as the huge knot in his stomach twisted and flopped about, making him feel even more nauseous.
"Holy shite, grub. They're really throwin' tha sink atcha!" He gripped his knotted stomach while his mind raced: This wasn't going to end well if they stopped.
"Oi! You are nae gonna stop. If ya stop they'll box ya in." He pulled himself forward so he could see out the front a little, then started unlatching the back window and sliding it open. He pushed his gun through it so it landed in the bed, probably bouncing off of Shale's foot.
"Take ya second right! In a few blocks I'm gonna jump out. Donnae slow down, donnae stop! Head straight fa tha gate once I'm out!" He started squeezing himself awkwardly through the opening until he flopped with a crunch into the bed, and was nearly tossed out of it by Sylvia's driving, though after a moment he poked his head back in.
"I cannae risk ya lives for jaes' one more person, ya ken? Me an' Alex will meetcha there!" He wasn't sure he even believed that, but he couldn't leave his brother behind, especially not with the whole army bound to come down on him... and stopping the truck with the new chopper after them, plus all the foot traffic, plus the tank, plus what might already be there was just suicide in his mind. He could barely rationalize going by himself, and was resolved that this next decision would very likely lead to his death. Alex was not an acceptable loss to him though... he had to go, there was just no other way around it.
He didn't have much time, so he searched frantically for extra weapons: he would need every ounce of firepower he could get his hands on. He needed something that could defeat heavy armor or stop a vehicle if he was really unlucky... he grabbed an M4 with the .50 caliber Beowulf attatchment, suddenly wishing he had six hands. Luckily it had a strap, and he slung it over his shoulder, grabbing two clips and stuffing them in his pockets. He heaved a sigh... there were just too many shiny objects to choose from, so he grabbed the FN-P90 he'd tossed into the bed earlier and as many spare clips as he could carry and prepared himself... his exit was coming up. Now the only thing was to figure out how to get off the speeding truck without dying... Seviryn hadn't thought that far ahead...
Too late... he pushed as much of the weaponry out of his way quickly with a "Sorry mate!" to Shale, as he was sure he was being incredibly distracting. He crouched over the passenger wheel well, holding on to the cab with one hand to keep his balance, then he took one long step and launched himself out the driver's side of the truck. He thought he might shout something inspiring and provocative as he jumped, probably to his doom, but with the gravity of the situation rushing up to meet him there was only one thing that escaped his lips...
"FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!!"
Luckily his timing was good enough to throw himself into the side alley that was rushing up on them. He tried to brace himself against the inevitable impact, but it wasn't enough when it came and he slammed into the wall of the building, his breath knocked completely from him. Seviryn landed in a heap on the alley floor, bruised and scraped... the side of his face was numb and his head swam... he thought he might have a mild concussion, but nothing he hadn't weathered through before... he was just glad he was conscious at all. He wobbled as he pushed himself to his knees, ignoring the pain in his right arm as his gut finally twisted itself into a final painful knot and arched his back as it expelled it's contents violently on to the street. He knelt there and vomited for nearly a minute before he was even able to move. Seviryn fought through the pain and nausea, slamming his shoulder against the wall and forcing it back in it's socket with a wet CRUNCH before he picked up his P90 and started staggering as fast as he could towards his own building.
His insides heaved violently as he half-ran towards his apartment, but with nothing left in his stomach all that sputtered from his lips was foam, which he angrily wiped on his sleeve. He stayed as stealthy as he could in his condition, keeping a low profile with his knees shaking as he repeatedly clenched and unclenched his right hand, flexed the bicep, and rotated the arm in it's socket to dull his senses to the pain. If he was anything... he was tough as nails.
It was a long quarter mile hike to his apartment building, checking his corners and rushing across the open spaces between buildings as fast as he was able. By the time he actually reached the building he was doing a lot better, though his hands were still shaking and he couldn't get them to stop. He figured that if he put enough bullets down range a minor hand twitter wouldn't make too much of a difference. Thankfully he didn't need to shoot anyone on the way there, and he roadie-ran around the back to where the fire escape was and stopped, taking a long moment to make sure everything was clear before he tapped the butt of his P90 against the wall. A tap, a pause, three short taps, a pause, and another three longer spaced taps... the secret knock he'd taught his brother. There was an answer, and a few short moments later, the lid of the dumpster up the way moved ever so slightly and Alex poked his head out. A wave of relieve washed over Seviryn, but he didn't let his guard down just yet.
"Come on... we need t'get outa here... right now-like," he whispered hoarsely, looking around. It felt odd that there weren't more soldiers or droids about. He reasoned that Cael and the others were drawing most of the danger away from them with the public spectacle their escape had become, but he didn't trust his luck that much. Alex climbed out of the dumpster, pulling a long black object out with him, as well as one of the pistols Seviryn kept hidden in the apartment. "Ach, why'd ya bring tha' bit o stick with ya? These fookers have guns, Alex!"
"Hey, this is a finely tuned weapon," Alex replied shortly. "And swords NEVER run out of killing power."
"I swear t'God tha fetish ya have with tha' stick is gonna get us both killed..." He ushered his brother along, checking the corners and moving away from the apartment building. "Gonna meet mum withit shoved up me arse... I'll be tha laughin' stock o' tha whole family... Worse than uncle Joseph. Died takin' a shite... went t'heaven with his pants aroun' his ankles an paper stuck t'his shoe. We need a car... ken ya hot-start one?"
"Sorry I must have missed that day of 'how to be a cubicle worker 101' I make coffee and xerox useless information! Too much trouble, I have a ride!" Alex jingled his keys in his pocket and Seviryn paused to throw a white faced glare back at him.
"You know I cannae drive tha' deathmachine!"
"It was your idea to not own a car and walk everywhere! I'll drive, you navigate."
"Feh, nae doors, nae windows, nae cover at all. If mum ever finds out I letcha scat about on tha' thin', goin' t'heaven with tha stick up me arse will be tha least of me worries," Seviryn grumbled as he cut behind buildings, in the general opposite direction Cael's vehicles would need to go. The vehicle in question was in a parking garage almost three blocks away... it was the only place to get a spot in this neighborhood, the streets were always packed.
"Ya donnae even know... she's hardcore. These fookers... they got nothin' on mum. If she were still kickin' NOAH would shite their pants. NOAH... ya disobey, they just kill ya. Mum... she'll tan ya hide... hang ya by ya entrails fa three days an' then patch it all up an' serve ya tea. Ya know she beat a fully grown man intae tha ground b'cause he was rude t'her. She weighed ninety pounds. Ninety! I could lift tha lass up with one arm! I'm lucky t'still have an arm... nae doubt she could have ripped it clean off an' beat me t'death with it. Ah... mum... ya know ye smell like shite, dontcha?" There was a long pause in the conversation while Alex followed, wide eyed.
"You... must have hit your head REALLY hard."
"Aye, th' shite on tha street still looks purple... I'll live."
"Holy shite, grub. They're really throwin' tha sink atcha!" He gripped his knotted stomach while his mind raced: This wasn't going to end well if they stopped.
"Oi! You are nae gonna stop. If ya stop they'll box ya in." He pulled himself forward so he could see out the front a little, then started unlatching the back window and sliding it open. He pushed his gun through it so it landed in the bed, probably bouncing off of Shale's foot.
"Take ya second right! In a few blocks I'm gonna jump out. Donnae slow down, donnae stop! Head straight fa tha gate once I'm out!" He started squeezing himself awkwardly through the opening until he flopped with a crunch into the bed, and was nearly tossed out of it by Sylvia's driving, though after a moment he poked his head back in.
"I cannae risk ya lives for jaes' one more person, ya ken? Me an' Alex will meetcha there!" He wasn't sure he even believed that, but he couldn't leave his brother behind, especially not with the whole army bound to come down on him... and stopping the truck with the new chopper after them, plus all the foot traffic, plus the tank, plus what might already be there was just suicide in his mind. He could barely rationalize going by himself, and was resolved that this next decision would very likely lead to his death. Alex was not an acceptable loss to him though... he had to go, there was just no other way around it.
He didn't have much time, so he searched frantically for extra weapons: he would need every ounce of firepower he could get his hands on. He needed something that could defeat heavy armor or stop a vehicle if he was really unlucky... he grabbed an M4 with the .50 caliber Beowulf attatchment, suddenly wishing he had six hands. Luckily it had a strap, and he slung it over his shoulder, grabbing two clips and stuffing them in his pockets. He heaved a sigh... there were just too many shiny objects to choose from, so he grabbed the FN-P90 he'd tossed into the bed earlier and as many spare clips as he could carry and prepared himself... his exit was coming up. Now the only thing was to figure out how to get off the speeding truck without dying... Seviryn hadn't thought that far ahead...
Too late... he pushed as much of the weaponry out of his way quickly with a "Sorry mate!" to Shale, as he was sure he was being incredibly distracting. He crouched over the passenger wheel well, holding on to the cab with one hand to keep his balance, then he took one long step and launched himself out the driver's side of the truck. He thought he might shout something inspiring and provocative as he jumped, probably to his doom, but with the gravity of the situation rushing up to meet him there was only one thing that escaped his lips...
"FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!!"
Luckily his timing was good enough to throw himself into the side alley that was rushing up on them. He tried to brace himself against the inevitable impact, but it wasn't enough when it came and he slammed into the wall of the building, his breath knocked completely from him. Seviryn landed in a heap on the alley floor, bruised and scraped... the side of his face was numb and his head swam... he thought he might have a mild concussion, but nothing he hadn't weathered through before... he was just glad he was conscious at all. He wobbled as he pushed himself to his knees, ignoring the pain in his right arm as his gut finally twisted itself into a final painful knot and arched his back as it expelled it's contents violently on to the street. He knelt there and vomited for nearly a minute before he was even able to move. Seviryn fought through the pain and nausea, slamming his shoulder against the wall and forcing it back in it's socket with a wet CRUNCH before he picked up his P90 and started staggering as fast as he could towards his own building.
His insides heaved violently as he half-ran towards his apartment, but with nothing left in his stomach all that sputtered from his lips was foam, which he angrily wiped on his sleeve. He stayed as stealthy as he could in his condition, keeping a low profile with his knees shaking as he repeatedly clenched and unclenched his right hand, flexed the bicep, and rotated the arm in it's socket to dull his senses to the pain. If he was anything... he was tough as nails.
It was a long quarter mile hike to his apartment building, checking his corners and rushing across the open spaces between buildings as fast as he was able. By the time he actually reached the building he was doing a lot better, though his hands were still shaking and he couldn't get them to stop. He figured that if he put enough bullets down range a minor hand twitter wouldn't make too much of a difference. Thankfully he didn't need to shoot anyone on the way there, and he roadie-ran around the back to where the fire escape was and stopped, taking a long moment to make sure everything was clear before he tapped the butt of his P90 against the wall. A tap, a pause, three short taps, a pause, and another three longer spaced taps... the secret knock he'd taught his brother. There was an answer, and a few short moments later, the lid of the dumpster up the way moved ever so slightly and Alex poked his head out. A wave of relieve washed over Seviryn, but he didn't let his guard down just yet.
"Come on... we need t'get outa here... right now-like," he whispered hoarsely, looking around. It felt odd that there weren't more soldiers or droids about. He reasoned that Cael and the others were drawing most of the danger away from them with the public spectacle their escape had become, but he didn't trust his luck that much. Alex climbed out of the dumpster, pulling a long black object out with him, as well as one of the pistols Seviryn kept hidden in the apartment. "Ach, why'd ya bring tha' bit o stick with ya? These fookers have guns, Alex!"
"Hey, this is a finely tuned weapon," Alex replied shortly. "And swords NEVER run out of killing power."
"I swear t'God tha fetish ya have with tha' stick is gonna get us both killed..." He ushered his brother along, checking the corners and moving away from the apartment building. "Gonna meet mum withit shoved up me arse... I'll be tha laughin' stock o' tha whole family... Worse than uncle Joseph. Died takin' a shite... went t'heaven with his pants aroun' his ankles an paper stuck t'his shoe. We need a car... ken ya hot-start one?"
"Sorry I must have missed that day of 'how to be a cubicle worker 101' I make coffee and xerox useless information! Too much trouble, I have a ride!" Alex jingled his keys in his pocket and Seviryn paused to throw a white faced glare back at him.
"You know I cannae drive tha' deathmachine!"
"It was your idea to not own a car and walk everywhere! I'll drive, you navigate."
"Feh, nae doors, nae windows, nae cover at all. If mum ever finds out I letcha scat about on tha' thin', goin' t'heaven with tha stick up me arse will be tha least of me worries," Seviryn grumbled as he cut behind buildings, in the general opposite direction Cael's vehicles would need to go. The vehicle in question was in a parking garage almost three blocks away... it was the only place to get a spot in this neighborhood, the streets were always packed.
"Ya donnae even know... she's hardcore. These fookers... they got nothin' on mum. If she were still kickin' NOAH would shite their pants. NOAH... ya disobey, they just kill ya. Mum... she'll tan ya hide... hang ya by ya entrails fa three days an' then patch it all up an' serve ya tea. Ya know she beat a fully grown man intae tha ground b'cause he was rude t'her. She weighed ninety pounds. Ninety! I could lift tha lass up with one arm! I'm lucky t'still have an arm... nae doubt she could have ripped it clean off an' beat me t'death with it. Ah... mum... ya know ye smell like shite, dontcha?" There was a long pause in the conversation while Alex followed, wide eyed.
"You... must have hit your head REALLY hard."
"Aye, th' shite on tha street still looks purple... I'll live."
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by KungFu.Chinaman on Wed Nov 19, 2008 6:21 pm
Shale looked around the bed of the truck. A few seconds of relaxation had been useful for him. He felt much calmer now that he'd emptied his mind of erroneous thoughts. He had his SCAR laid across the truck in front of him. Just before he had leaned back, he had successfully dropped the tailgate of the truck. He now had an open field of view to the entire rear flank of the pickup. The sniper watched the chopper careen out of control and then crash into the sidewalk, exploding in a greasy fireball of hydraulic fluids and jet fuel. The shock wave sent a translucent ripple of heat radiating in all directions. Shale ducked, yanking a large blanket over him from the truck bed. He felt the hairs on his hand singe when the wave passed, but otherwise, he was unharmed.
Shale emerged from his cover and looked toward the truck cab. He couldn't help but grin and wave a thumbs up at the passengers within, pleased with his take down of the chopper. He also came to the sudden realization that the large blanket was actually a ghillie net, used for sniper's camouflage. Hmm, useful, he thought.
Shale's reverie was interrupted by a yell of "Sorry mate!" as Seviryn clambered out of the cab and dropped a M4 on his foot. Shale grunted, feeling the heavy weapon drop on his steel-toed boots. He lay back down, resuming his vigilance with his rifle.
"FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!!" Shale heard the rampaging Australian yell, and suddenly noticed that the truck bed was empty again. He sighed. Two more choppers swung over the buildings and appeared over the street. Shale was pissed now. He loaded one of the ten 40mm grenades he'd found for the launcher on his SCAR and slid it in. The gun toting, angry killer lifted his SCAR and came to one knee... Just as the pickup swerved into an alley.
"SHIIITTTTTT!!!!" Shale yelled as fell to the back of the truck, almost falling out of the bed. His SCAR dangled from the strap clutched tightly in his fist, the muzzle dangling only inches from the pavement. Shale quickly pulled the SCAR back in, careful not to discharge a round or launch the nade. The chopper had followed them perfectly, centering over the alley. Exactly where I want you... Shale grinned, in spite of his dire situation. He lifted his SCAR and lofted a 'nade straight up, right into the path of the oncoming chopper. Instinctively, he reached over and pulled the ghilie back over his head, hoping the 'nade would smash right through the unfortunate chopper's windshield.
Shale emerged from his cover and looked toward the truck cab. He couldn't help but grin and wave a thumbs up at the passengers within, pleased with his take down of the chopper. He also came to the sudden realization that the large blanket was actually a ghillie net, used for sniper's camouflage. Hmm, useful, he thought.
Shale's reverie was interrupted by a yell of "Sorry mate!" as Seviryn clambered out of the cab and dropped a M4 on his foot. Shale grunted, feeling the heavy weapon drop on his steel-toed boots. He lay back down, resuming his vigilance with his rifle.
"FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!!" Shale heard the rampaging Australian yell, and suddenly noticed that the truck bed was empty again. He sighed. Two more choppers swung over the buildings and appeared over the street. Shale was pissed now. He loaded one of the ten 40mm grenades he'd found for the launcher on his SCAR and slid it in. The gun toting, angry killer lifted his SCAR and came to one knee... Just as the pickup swerved into an alley.
"SHIIITTTTTT!!!!" Shale yelled as fell to the back of the truck, almost falling out of the bed. His SCAR dangled from the strap clutched tightly in his fist, the muzzle dangling only inches from the pavement. Shale quickly pulled the SCAR back in, careful not to discharge a round or launch the nade. The chopper had followed them perfectly, centering over the alley. Exactly where I want you... Shale grinned, in spite of his dire situation. He lifted his SCAR and lofted a 'nade straight up, right into the path of the oncoming chopper. Instinctively, he reached over and pulled the ghilie back over his head, hoping the 'nade would smash right through the unfortunate chopper's windshield.
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Lunar Eclipse on Thu Nov 20, 2008 3:15 pm
“HELL!!!” Though her vocabulary had a lot more words, mostly swears, that would’ve expressed herself better, Sylvia immediately settled on that one word as she swatted away the fingers that made their way to the steering wheel. As soon as her fingers were the only ones on the wheel, she quickly turned into an alley as she said through gritted teeth, “One wheel, one fuckin’ driver! It's bad enough that you're breaking my ear drums, do you want to get us all killed as a bonus?!”
During her rather sharp turn, she spared one small glance at her side and rear-view mirrors and immediately paled. A tank?! And though she hadn’t seen it/them, she could certainly hear at least another chopper overhead, probably more than one. Amazing, she suddenly thought, If this is how they respond to potential and still-harmless rebels, how would they respond to serious terrorists? Not a very happy thought to have considering their situation.
Through a slight miscalculation, the driver's side of the truck came dangerously close to a corner of the alley wall as Sylvia all but slammed into it. Well, there goes one side mirror. She could also imagine the amount of scratches and paint being scraped off… Which was quite a strange thought to have considering their high chance of death, perhaps her brain was trying to distract her.
She listened to Not-Alex, her temporary name for the security guard, with only a couple nods in between sentences.
"I cannae risk ya lives for jaes' one more person, ya ken? Me an' Alex will meetcha there!"
“Good luck then.” Sylvia muttered, probably too quietly for him to hear. She realized that her foot was still flooring the accelerator, she decided to risk taking just a tiny bit of pressure off the foot. Judging from the law of physics, the truck probably wouldn’t slow down much if it did at all, but it helped her psychologically to think that she was risking a bit of effort into trying to make it easier for the guard to move around the truck. Which reminds me… She wondered, How does he plan to get off of the truck?
Then hearing the, "FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!!" She guessed that he hadn’t really thought about it. As soon as she was sure he was gone, she once again completely floored the accelerator and turned her full attention back to the road.
“Hang on!” She yelled, and quickly turned out of the alley and into another road. From there, she constantly turned into different routes while keeping a general direction towards the gate, hoping to at the very least confuse their pursuers if she couldn’t lose them. Sylvia just hoped that the NOAH hadn’t had enough time to completely cut off their way there. “I could REALLY use a good plan right about now!!!"
Then shutting up, while continuing her risky driving full of turns and dangerously high speed, she wondered for the first time just how damaged she and the others were. She hadn't been shot, thank goodness, but several parts of her body was aching in pain. Apparently her high blood pressure had been too much for the gauze bandage as warm blood was finding its way down her neck and staining her already ruined shirt even more. "It's probably a bit difficult with the way the truck's moving, but see if you can arm yourselves and patch up any wounds! We probably won't get another chance anytime soon to treat them properly!"
During her rather sharp turn, she spared one small glance at her side and rear-view mirrors and immediately paled. A tank?! And though she hadn’t seen it/them, she could certainly hear at least another chopper overhead, probably more than one. Amazing, she suddenly thought, If this is how they respond to potential and still-harmless rebels, how would they respond to serious terrorists? Not a very happy thought to have considering their situation.
Through a slight miscalculation, the driver's side of the truck came dangerously close to a corner of the alley wall as Sylvia all but slammed into it. Well, there goes one side mirror. She could also imagine the amount of scratches and paint being scraped off… Which was quite a strange thought to have considering their high chance of death, perhaps her brain was trying to distract her.
She listened to Not-Alex, her temporary name for the security guard, with only a couple nods in between sentences.
"I cannae risk ya lives for jaes' one more person, ya ken? Me an' Alex will meetcha there!"
“Good luck then.” Sylvia muttered, probably too quietly for him to hear. She realized that her foot was still flooring the accelerator, she decided to risk taking just a tiny bit of pressure off the foot. Judging from the law of physics, the truck probably wouldn’t slow down much if it did at all, but it helped her psychologically to think that she was risking a bit of effort into trying to make it easier for the guard to move around the truck. Which reminds me… She wondered, How does he plan to get off of the truck?
Then hearing the, "FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!!" She guessed that he hadn’t really thought about it. As soon as she was sure he was gone, she once again completely floored the accelerator and turned her full attention back to the road.
“Hang on!” She yelled, and quickly turned out of the alley and into another road. From there, she constantly turned into different routes while keeping a general direction towards the gate, hoping to at the very least confuse their pursuers if she couldn’t lose them. Sylvia just hoped that the NOAH hadn’t had enough time to completely cut off their way there. “I could REALLY use a good plan right about now!!!"
Then shutting up, while continuing her risky driving full of turns and dangerously high speed, she wondered for the first time just how damaged she and the others were. She hadn't been shot, thank goodness, but several parts of her body was aching in pain. Apparently her high blood pressure had been too much for the gauze bandage as warm blood was finding its way down her neck and staining her already ruined shirt even more. "It's probably a bit difficult with the way the truck's moving, but see if you can arm yourselves and patch up any wounds! We probably won't get another chance anytime soon to treat them properly!"
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by PhoenixFlame on Fri Nov 21, 2008 11:25 am
She had to admit to herself, even with all the chaos, she felt a little safer in the truck, and this included when it went skyrocketing forward and kept slamming into things. Her heart also lifted when she realized that more people had made it to the truck. Other than for herself, the driver, and Cael, there was also another man that had jumped in beside her - he carried quite the accent - and in the bed of the truck was yet one more person. Well, all right, so she thought the guy in the bed was a little insane. There wouldn’t really by any cover back there, but…to each their own.
As the truck careened, scrapped, slid, and bumped over the roads, Emma found herself getting nauseous. She had never been carsick before, but she figured it was rather unavoidable at the moment. She became a little out of it. Between the sounds outside and her lurching stomach, everything was just a cacophonous whirlwind. She couldn’t focus on anything, and became aware, too late to refute the idea, that Mr. Accent had slid out the back window of the truck and was now planning to jump from the truck. Okay, not planning:
"FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!!"
She whirled around in her seat. Had that guy just…did he...? Oh, dear. Her stomach twisted painfully, and she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth. I’m not going to be sick, I’m not going to be sick. As she kept repeating that mantra over and over in her mind, she tried to focus on something else. But what was there to focus on? The woman, up front, she was speaking. Emma blinked and willed her mind to digest the words flowing back to her,
"It's probably a bit difficult with the way the truck's moving, but see if you can arm yourselves and patch up any wounds! We probably won't get another chance anytime soon to treat them properly!"
As Emma all ready considered herself armed - she lifted a hand and patted her lab coat, and could feel the slight bumps of the tubes hidden inside - she didn’t worry about that first part. The second part of the woman’s statement though made Emma gasp in horror. In her frantic fear and shattered nerves she had left all her medical supplies behind the dumpster, “No…” she whispered. Her carsickness forgotten in favor of heart-wrenching guilt, Emma grasped the back of the passenger seat, and pulled herself forward. Leaning over Cael's shoulder, she asked, “Please, please, tell me that you thought to bring some basic medical supplies as well? I left my bag behind that dumpster. I know, terrifically stupid, and I’m sorry, but do me a favor here and reassure me?”
As the truck careened, scrapped, slid, and bumped over the roads, Emma found herself getting nauseous. She had never been carsick before, but she figured it was rather unavoidable at the moment. She became a little out of it. Between the sounds outside and her lurching stomach, everything was just a cacophonous whirlwind. She couldn’t focus on anything, and became aware, too late to refute the idea, that Mr. Accent had slid out the back window of the truck and was now planning to jump from the truck. Okay, not planning:
"FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!!"
She whirled around in her seat. Had that guy just…did he...? Oh, dear. Her stomach twisted painfully, and she quickly clapped a hand over her mouth. I’m not going to be sick, I’m not going to be sick. As she kept repeating that mantra over and over in her mind, she tried to focus on something else. But what was there to focus on? The woman, up front, she was speaking. Emma blinked and willed her mind to digest the words flowing back to her,
"It's probably a bit difficult with the way the truck's moving, but see if you can arm yourselves and patch up any wounds! We probably won't get another chance anytime soon to treat them properly!"
As Emma all ready considered herself armed - she lifted a hand and patted her lab coat, and could feel the slight bumps of the tubes hidden inside - she didn’t worry about that first part. The second part of the woman’s statement though made Emma gasp in horror. In her frantic fear and shattered nerves she had left all her medical supplies behind the dumpster, “No…” she whispered. Her carsickness forgotten in favor of heart-wrenching guilt, Emma grasped the back of the passenger seat, and pulled herself forward. Leaning over Cael's shoulder, she asked, “Please, please, tell me that you thought to bring some basic medical supplies as well? I left my bag behind that dumpster. I know, terrifically stupid, and I’m sorry, but do me a favor here and reassure me?”
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Rokku on Sat Nov 22, 2008 5:46 pm
Robert did not appreciate this Aleks girl much. He found her pushy and overly aggressive. Sure they were at war with the government, but she could at least be calm about it...
They had turned off, away from the truck.
"Just where are we going?"
He looked behind him at the chaos unfolding.
"I wonder how this ended up going so bad...You'd think that Cael guy would have had a better plan then just running. Oh well, if I make it through all this, I hope I end up amounting to something."
He turned away from the chaos and focused on the course they had set off on.
They had turned off, away from the truck.
"Just where are we going?"
He looked behind him at the chaos unfolding.
"I wonder how this ended up going so bad...You'd think that Cael guy would have had a better plan then just running. Oh well, if I make it through all this, I hope I end up amounting to something."
He turned away from the chaos and focused on the course they had set off on.
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Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Korrye on Sat Dec 06, 2008 1:43 pm
Ignorance. God it irked her to see such a display before her. The old woman cradled the boy in her lap, keeping his head turned into his shoulder while she clung to her shirts, sobbing. Aleks judged him no older than twelve. Then there were the other two who seemed to sit with a clueless behind her. It was as if her directions didn’t reach then. While the driver focused on the road and following the truck in front of them, Aleks was more concerned with her mish-mash group that she would, sadly, have to depend on.
“Come on people! Do so something! If you plan on sitting here and doing nothing then get the fuck out of here right now! If we want to get out of here alive then we need everyone on board.”
Suddenly the truck in front of them swerved, veering suddenly to the right. Aleks clutched to the crap handle and bit her tongue as the hummer was centimetres away from ploughing into the rear of the truck.
The driver didn’t seem concerned that their parties had split up; instead they continued barrelling straight ahead.
"Just where are we going?" came the man sitting behind Aleks. "I wonder how this ended up going so bad...You'd think that Cael guy would have had a better plan then just running. Oh well, if I make it through all this, I hope I end up amounting to something."
“Which of the city gates do you plan on using?” Aleks shouted, directly afterwards. She ignored the man’s comments completely.
“The northwest,” he responded with a grunt, his eyes firmly on the road.
“Northwest? There is no northwest, just South, West, North East and East.”
“I know.”
“Frankly, you’re not making any sense!”
“Reach under the rear passenger bench seat,” He said, taking his left hand off of the wheel to point where the old woman was sitting. “Take out what’s underneath, pass it up front. I trust you know how to use it, we’ll worry about that chopper before our concern is directed towards our way out.”
Aleks bit her lip as the driver staunchly told her what to do. She had never been one for directions but given the situation she held her tongue, turned sharply in her seat and made eye contact with the old woman.
“Look under your seat, there’s a weapon under there. I need you to pull that up and then, as a team, pass it up front.”
It was, perhaps, the calmest thing she had said despite the fact that she still had to shout. The hummer’s windows suddenly lit up violently as a spotlight from the chopper was directed on them.
“Hold on, everyone!” The driver shouted. Aleks braced herself as the hummer was jerked to the left. The driver pressed the gas and the engine roared in response.
“Come on, pass it up!” She called out, again. This time she thrust her hand out and flickered her fingers, asking for it. The old woman clung to the boy tighter for a moment and then set him aside. She murmured something to him and then he slipped out on her arms onto the floor. For a few brief moments Aleks watched as things seemed to work in slow motion, the motion disappeared, the driver was concentrating on the road, the old woman watched with a faithful gaze as he did what she asked him to do. When the boy re-emerged he was pulling on something and it was then that the old woman helped pull the weapon out and heave it over the seat in front of her, between the man and woman behind Aleks. Aleks couldn’t make out what it was until it was forced into her hands, shoved over the seat between the two. Aleks grabbed the handle and yanked the weapon forward, brushing her fingers over the label, a FIM-92 Stinger. A missile launcher.
“Kay, so you’ve got four shots from that if you need them, two are already loaded. One for the chopper, one for the wall.”
Aleks maneuvered herself in her seat, and lowered it back quite a ways, once again ignoring the knees of the man behind her. Then she sat upright, and started to work on it, checking over safety features and adjusting the scope. The noise of the helicopter overhead was almost deafening but she was in the zone, working as fast as she could.
“Open the sunroof!” She shouted. But as she did a spray of bullets struck her side of the vehicle. She cradled her head down as the bullets shattered her passenger side window, riding alongside them was a sort of ATV with two army personnel using it. Aleks closed her eyes as her head began to pound with a massive headache. There was so much to do, so much to think about! Her right arm shot out for her carbine on the dash, staying low in her seat and slid half of herself down into the foot well of her seat, leaving the Stinger on the arm rest and center console. She slowly raised her weapon to the corner of her window and, listening to the sounds of the ATV for proximity, fired off four blind shots. There seemed to be no response for a moment, then came another round of shots. The old woman cried and the boy in her arms continued to sob. Aleks fired off another five shots and at her last she finally heard a guttural cry. The ATV swerved away, crashing as the driver had been shot. Aleks snapped the safety off and got back to work, taking the Stinger into her arms and standing on her knees. The driver opened the sunroof of the vehicle and Aleks stood, taking a chance that the helicopter wasn’t armed.
“Press the brakes when I signal you to,” She managed to shout before sticking her head out into the open.
She was risking it but if they hadn’t fired at them so far then it was unlikely that they had anything to fire. The chopper’s spotlight regained a footing on the hummer and Aleks flinched for a moment before forcing herself to keep moving, lifting the weapon out of the hummer and onto the roof of the hummer. She held onto it and lifted it onto her shoulder, all the while sweating profusely. She pushed the scope and homing device to her eyes and worked her magic. Her fingers found the trigger and it was then that she tapped her foot on the seat next to the driver. The hummer suddenly jerked and Aleks was whipped hard against the open frame. She grunted and re-adjusted herself while the chopper continued on ahead. She aimed, locked and fired with a somewhat steady shot. The weapon bucked in her arms but she held herself steady.
A blaze of fire and backlash whipped out from the rear of the Stinger, a massive blowout illuminating the sky as a rocket propelled missile locked onto the heat signals of the helicopter. Once she had fired she shielded herself behind the weapon. The helicopter exploded in a brilliant plume of orange. Aleks felt the heat and wind lick her face and burn her hands. The hummer turned sharply right and continued on towards their pre-ordained exit. Aleks remained as she knew that she would have to fire again in a short bit. Her heart was racing in her chest, adrenaline kept her conscious. The drugs, she felt them wearing off in her system but they were wreaking havoc with her head. She grunted and took deep breathes as with every heartbeat her head seemed to feel as if it would explode. She hadn’t thought at first that they had given her anything while she was in the cell block, her sudden consciousness in the room had come as a surprise. But whatever had been in her system before was still there and now it was hurting her. Aleks felt her eyes blur and, frustrated, she choked back a breath and fought to keep herself rigid and ready.
“Come on people! Do so something! If you plan on sitting here and doing nothing then get the fuck out of here right now! If we want to get out of here alive then we need everyone on board.”
Suddenly the truck in front of them swerved, veering suddenly to the right. Aleks clutched to the crap handle and bit her tongue as the hummer was centimetres away from ploughing into the rear of the truck.
The driver didn’t seem concerned that their parties had split up; instead they continued barrelling straight ahead.
"Just where are we going?" came the man sitting behind Aleks. "I wonder how this ended up going so bad...You'd think that Cael guy would have had a better plan then just running. Oh well, if I make it through all this, I hope I end up amounting to something."
“Which of the city gates do you plan on using?” Aleks shouted, directly afterwards. She ignored the man’s comments completely.
“The northwest,” he responded with a grunt, his eyes firmly on the road.
“Northwest? There is no northwest, just South, West, North East and East.”
“I know.”
“Frankly, you’re not making any sense!”
“Reach under the rear passenger bench seat,” He said, taking his left hand off of the wheel to point where the old woman was sitting. “Take out what’s underneath, pass it up front. I trust you know how to use it, we’ll worry about that chopper before our concern is directed towards our way out.”
Aleks bit her lip as the driver staunchly told her what to do. She had never been one for directions but given the situation she held her tongue, turned sharply in her seat and made eye contact with the old woman.
“Look under your seat, there’s a weapon under there. I need you to pull that up and then, as a team, pass it up front.”
It was, perhaps, the calmest thing she had said despite the fact that she still had to shout. The hummer’s windows suddenly lit up violently as a spotlight from the chopper was directed on them.
“Hold on, everyone!” The driver shouted. Aleks braced herself as the hummer was jerked to the left. The driver pressed the gas and the engine roared in response.
“Come on, pass it up!” She called out, again. This time she thrust her hand out and flickered her fingers, asking for it. The old woman clung to the boy tighter for a moment and then set him aside. She murmured something to him and then he slipped out on her arms onto the floor. For a few brief moments Aleks watched as things seemed to work in slow motion, the motion disappeared, the driver was concentrating on the road, the old woman watched with a faithful gaze as he did what she asked him to do. When the boy re-emerged he was pulling on something and it was then that the old woman helped pull the weapon out and heave it over the seat in front of her, between the man and woman behind Aleks. Aleks couldn’t make out what it was until it was forced into her hands, shoved over the seat between the two. Aleks grabbed the handle and yanked the weapon forward, brushing her fingers over the label, a FIM-92 Stinger. A missile launcher.
“Kay, so you’ve got four shots from that if you need them, two are already loaded. One for the chopper, one for the wall.”
Aleks maneuvered herself in her seat, and lowered it back quite a ways, once again ignoring the knees of the man behind her. Then she sat upright, and started to work on it, checking over safety features and adjusting the scope. The noise of the helicopter overhead was almost deafening but she was in the zone, working as fast as she could.
“Open the sunroof!” She shouted. But as she did a spray of bullets struck her side of the vehicle. She cradled her head down as the bullets shattered her passenger side window, riding alongside them was a sort of ATV with two army personnel using it. Aleks closed her eyes as her head began to pound with a massive headache. There was so much to do, so much to think about! Her right arm shot out for her carbine on the dash, staying low in her seat and slid half of herself down into the foot well of her seat, leaving the Stinger on the arm rest and center console. She slowly raised her weapon to the corner of her window and, listening to the sounds of the ATV for proximity, fired off four blind shots. There seemed to be no response for a moment, then came another round of shots. The old woman cried and the boy in her arms continued to sob. Aleks fired off another five shots and at her last she finally heard a guttural cry. The ATV swerved away, crashing as the driver had been shot. Aleks snapped the safety off and got back to work, taking the Stinger into her arms and standing on her knees. The driver opened the sunroof of the vehicle and Aleks stood, taking a chance that the helicopter wasn’t armed.
“Press the brakes when I signal you to,” She managed to shout before sticking her head out into the open.
She was risking it but if they hadn’t fired at them so far then it was unlikely that they had anything to fire. The chopper’s spotlight regained a footing on the hummer and Aleks flinched for a moment before forcing herself to keep moving, lifting the weapon out of the hummer and onto the roof of the hummer. She held onto it and lifted it onto her shoulder, all the while sweating profusely. She pushed the scope and homing device to her eyes and worked her magic. Her fingers found the trigger and it was then that she tapped her foot on the seat next to the driver. The hummer suddenly jerked and Aleks was whipped hard against the open frame. She grunted and re-adjusted herself while the chopper continued on ahead. She aimed, locked and fired with a somewhat steady shot. The weapon bucked in her arms but she held herself steady.
A blaze of fire and backlash whipped out from the rear of the Stinger, a massive blowout illuminating the sky as a rocket propelled missile locked onto the heat signals of the helicopter. Once she had fired she shielded herself behind the weapon. The helicopter exploded in a brilliant plume of orange. Aleks felt the heat and wind lick her face and burn her hands. The hummer turned sharply right and continued on towards their pre-ordained exit. Aleks remained as she knew that she would have to fire again in a short bit. Her heart was racing in her chest, adrenaline kept her conscious. The drugs, she felt them wearing off in her system but they were wreaking havoc with her head. She grunted and took deep breathes as with every heartbeat her head seemed to feel as if it would explode. She hadn’t thought at first that they had given her anything while she was in the cell block, her sudden consciousness in the room had come as a surprise. But whatever had been in her system before was still there and now it was hurting her. Aleks felt her eyes blur and, frustrated, she choked back a breath and fought to keep herself rigid and ready.
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Korrye - Member for 4 years
Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Sonata on Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:39 pm
The female driver’s screaming made Cael cringe as he withdrew his hand after it was furiously slapped. Holding it dearly, he gazed at the woman with large, glistening eyes—an unintentional and pathetic look.
One wheel, one fuckin’ driver! It's bad enough that you're breaking my ear drums, do you want to get us all killed as a bonus?! [Sylvia]
Shaking his head silently, a single, hazel eye peered over his shoulder and upon noticing the Australian suddenly in the truck bed, Cael’s pupil shrank and he bit his bottom lip. When did he get out there? Did I just zone out? he pondered skeptically. What was going on? In that moment, he realized his fear was driving him insane. He had nearly lost all focus. Having felt as though he were stuck in a continuous limbo, his teeth loosened on his bottom lip as his lips then parted to breathe. We need to focus on getting out of here, thought Cael having come to his senses. But not for long...
FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!![Seviryn]
The scream sent a slab of ice sliding down his spine as Cael shuddered and whirled around in his seat to see the Australian crashing into a wall. “What the fuck?” Cael screamed as his fingers pressed into the shoulders of his seat in a death grip. He didn’t feel the truck stop and he gazed at Sylvia fearfully. “Aren’t you going to stop? What is going on? Why are you still going? What the hell just happened?” He was so lost and hysterical; and he continued to bombard the woman with his interrogation, “Why haven’t you stopped? He’s going to die! Why did he jump out? We need to go get him!”
When Emma appeared from the back, her head a barrier protecting him from the driver’s inevitable wrath, her question about whether he had any first-aid supplies eased the terrified male into silence, his right brow beginning to twitch when she mentioned having left her medical supplies behind the dumpster. Cael couldn’t get any older. He had to be 100 years old by now. The orange glow of another chopper being brought down by the sniper in the bed lit the truck and darkened the shadows of the vehicle and lit the dread on Cael’s face. “This can’t get any worse,” said Cael on a sigh. For the moment, he had run out of fear, and instead, was filled with hopelessness. “Head to Main Street. You can’t miss it. It’s the widest street there is. There is a gate to the outside there. One of the teams should have sabotaged the gate operations to keep them open. If the Turpis military is on us, there’s no doubt that there will be a barricade already waiting for us. We will have to break through. We still have rockets right?”
One wheel, one fuckin’ driver! It's bad enough that you're breaking my ear drums, do you want to get us all killed as a bonus?! [Sylvia]
Shaking his head silently, a single, hazel eye peered over his shoulder and upon noticing the Australian suddenly in the truck bed, Cael’s pupil shrank and he bit his bottom lip. When did he get out there? Did I just zone out? he pondered skeptically. What was going on? In that moment, he realized his fear was driving him insane. He had nearly lost all focus. Having felt as though he were stuck in a continuous limbo, his teeth loosened on his bottom lip as his lips then parted to breathe. We need to focus on getting out of here, thought Cael having come to his senses. But not for long...
FFAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUCK!![Seviryn]
The scream sent a slab of ice sliding down his spine as Cael shuddered and whirled around in his seat to see the Australian crashing into a wall. “What the fuck?” Cael screamed as his fingers pressed into the shoulders of his seat in a death grip. He didn’t feel the truck stop and he gazed at Sylvia fearfully. “Aren’t you going to stop? What is going on? Why are you still going? What the hell just happened?” He was so lost and hysterical; and he continued to bombard the woman with his interrogation, “Why haven’t you stopped? He’s going to die! Why did he jump out? We need to go get him!”
When Emma appeared from the back, her head a barrier protecting him from the driver’s inevitable wrath, her question about whether he had any first-aid supplies eased the terrified male into silence, his right brow beginning to twitch when she mentioned having left her medical supplies behind the dumpster. Cael couldn’t get any older. He had to be 100 years old by now. The orange glow of another chopper being brought down by the sniper in the bed lit the truck and darkened the shadows of the vehicle and lit the dread on Cael’s face. “This can’t get any worse,” said Cael on a sigh. For the moment, he had run out of fear, and instead, was filled with hopelessness. “Head to Main Street. You can’t miss it. It’s the widest street there is. There is a gate to the outside there. One of the teams should have sabotaged the gate operations to keep them open. If the Turpis military is on us, there’s no doubt that there will be a barricade already waiting for us. We will have to break through. We still have rockets right?”
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Sonata - Member for 5 years
Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by Lunar Eclipse on Mon Jan 12, 2009 5:51 pm
She thanked god for having such a competent leader who had brilliant, fool-proof plans and was chock full of battle experience and knowledge. Not. Sylvia swore, if they got out of this alive, he’d have about three seconds to enjoy breathing. Then she’d strangle him with her bare hands.
Listening to his new chain of questions it became pretty apparent that Cole (or whatever his name was, she honestly couldn’t care less at this point) hadn’t been listening for quite some time. An impressive feat, unless he’d temporarily passed out. She decided to answer most of his questions, it gave her mind something to do other than visualize their possibly-imminent doom.
“Maybe he’s fuckin’ dead, how the hell would I know?! And no, I’m not stopping, so if you want to check, follow suit and JUMP!” Oops, that came out a lot ruder than she’d expected. After taking a deep breath to calm down, at least enough to stop yelling in the crowded vehicle, she continued, “If you want to know the details, ask her or just wait until we get out of here.”
Then there was a small moment of peace, compared to the constant shouting from just a moment ago. But then, the kicker came.
“Head to Main Street. You can’t miss it. It’s the widest street there is. There is a gate to the outside there. One of the teams should have sabotaged the gate operations to keep them open. If the Turpis military is on us, there’s no doubt that there will be a barricade already waiting for us. We will have to break through. We still have rockets right?”
SCREEEEEEE!!! The truck made a highly unpleasant sound as its side suddenly began to scrape against the narrow alley they'd just turned into. Just barely before they crashed into a dumpster, Sylvia recovered from a minor state of shock and/or surprise and quickly swerved out of the way. This truck was going to need more than just a paint job after this.
… Moreover... Um, what? Had she heard him correctly? If she wasn’t so worried about driving the truck, she would have shook her head violently and checked for any water in her ears. Unfortunately, there was nothing wrong with her ears. Her passengers, on the other hand, would probably become a little deaf pretty soon.
“THAT’S YOUR BRILLIANT PLAN?!!!” An octave higher and she would’ve shattered windows. Luckily for anything made of glass and all of their ears, she kept the rest of her comments to herself. Hmm, absolutely brilliant, she thought, fuming. Let’s all go rushing into the widest street where we’ll become wonderfully visible targets and pray that whatever barricade is there is weak enough for us to muscle our way through.
Sylvia continuously reminded herself that one, she needed to keep herself focused on the road and that two, killing him now would make no difference at all. She clenched her teeth together in frustration until a small bump in the road reminded her what a bad idea that was. Forget getting killed, perhaps she'd get a heart attack or any other fatal symptoms associated with hypertension.
Her throat sore from shouting, she spoke to the girl in the back in a much softer tone. “Alright, can you check for rockets and try to get the guy in the bed of the truck up to speed?” Forcibly willing herself to calm down, she drove on to Main Street.
Listening to his new chain of questions it became pretty apparent that Cole (or whatever his name was, she honestly couldn’t care less at this point) hadn’t been listening for quite some time. An impressive feat, unless he’d temporarily passed out. She decided to answer most of his questions, it gave her mind something to do other than visualize their possibly-imminent doom.
“Maybe he’s fuckin’ dead, how the hell would I know?! And no, I’m not stopping, so if you want to check, follow suit and JUMP!” Oops, that came out a lot ruder than she’d expected. After taking a deep breath to calm down, at least enough to stop yelling in the crowded vehicle, she continued, “If you want to know the details, ask her or just wait until we get out of here.”
Then there was a small moment of peace, compared to the constant shouting from just a moment ago. But then, the kicker came.
“Head to Main Street. You can’t miss it. It’s the widest street there is. There is a gate to the outside there. One of the teams should have sabotaged the gate operations to keep them open. If the Turpis military is on us, there’s no doubt that there will be a barricade already waiting for us. We will have to break through. We still have rockets right?”
SCREEEEEEE!!! The truck made a highly unpleasant sound as its side suddenly began to scrape against the narrow alley they'd just turned into. Just barely before they crashed into a dumpster, Sylvia recovered from a minor state of shock and/or surprise and quickly swerved out of the way. This truck was going to need more than just a paint job after this.
… Moreover... Um, what? Had she heard him correctly? If she wasn’t so worried about driving the truck, she would have shook her head violently and checked for any water in her ears. Unfortunately, there was nothing wrong with her ears. Her passengers, on the other hand, would probably become a little deaf pretty soon.
“THAT’S YOUR BRILLIANT PLAN?!!!” An octave higher and she would’ve shattered windows. Luckily for anything made of glass and all of their ears, she kept the rest of her comments to herself. Hmm, absolutely brilliant, she thought, fuming. Let’s all go rushing into the widest street where we’ll become wonderfully visible targets and pray that whatever barricade is there is weak enough for us to muscle our way through.
Sylvia continuously reminded herself that one, she needed to keep herself focused on the road and that two, killing him now would make no difference at all. She clenched her teeth together in frustration until a small bump in the road reminded her what a bad idea that was. Forget getting killed, perhaps she'd get a heart attack or any other fatal symptoms associated with hypertension.
Her throat sore from shouting, she spoke to the girl in the back in a much softer tone. “Alright, can you check for rockets and try to get the guy in the bed of the truck up to speed?” Forcibly willing herself to calm down, she drove on to Main Street.
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Lunar Eclipse - Member for 4 years
Re: SOLDIER (IC/Rated R) ( )
by PhoenixFlame on Thu Jan 15, 2009 9:47 am
“This can’t get any worse.”
Emma narrowed her eyes, “That doesn’t sound very promising, Cael. That sounds like you were relying on me to bring an entire damn hospital in my bag. Christ.” Shaking her head, she sat back in her seat feeling horrible that she’d forgotten that bag. If only she hadn’t been so terrified, this would never have happened. But Emma was a doctor, not a fighter. She wasn’t made to be out on the battlefield. One on one battle was one thing. Against an entire army with helicopters and lots of guns? I don’t think so, she thought to herself.
“Head to Main Street. You can’t miss it. It’s the widest street there is. There is a gate to the outside there. One of the teams should have sabotaged the gate operations to keep them open. If the Turpis military is on us, there’s no doubt that there will be a barricade already waiting for us. We will have to break through. We still have rockets right?”
“THAT’S YOUR BRILLIANT PLAN?!!!”
Her eyes squinted at the high pitched squeal that came out of the driver. And, yeah, Emma couldn’t blame her. She was looking in the direction of Cael too, her jaw slack. Lifting a hand she face-palmed. “Christ,” she muttered again. She was beginning to think that Cael hadn’t thought any of this through by this point. “Well,” she lifted her head speaking louder now, “Let’s hope that one of the teams did their job correctly, and how am I supposed to know if we have any rockets?”
“Alright, can you check for rockets and try to get the guy in the bed of the truck up to speed?”
Okay, yeah, that worked. Emma nodded, “Sure,” she answered. Turning around and settling on her knees, Emma stuck her head out the small window, “Hey!” Her eyes fell on the guy lying in the bed, “They want to know if you have any rockets back there? Also, Cael has this awesome plan,” not really, she thought, “which includes us going right down Main Street where the entire Turpis Militia will be waiting for us with lots of guns and rockets and death.” She suddenly smiled, “Just thought you’d like to know! Better prepare yourself.”
Emma turned back around in her seat, plopping back down on her bottom, “All right, he’s filled in.”
Emma narrowed her eyes, “That doesn’t sound very promising, Cael. That sounds like you were relying on me to bring an entire damn hospital in my bag. Christ.” Shaking her head, she sat back in her seat feeling horrible that she’d forgotten that bag. If only she hadn’t been so terrified, this would never have happened. But Emma was a doctor, not a fighter. She wasn’t made to be out on the battlefield. One on one battle was one thing. Against an entire army with helicopters and lots of guns? I don’t think so, she thought to herself.
“Head to Main Street. You can’t miss it. It’s the widest street there is. There is a gate to the outside there. One of the teams should have sabotaged the gate operations to keep them open. If the Turpis military is on us, there’s no doubt that there will be a barricade already waiting for us. We will have to break through. We still have rockets right?”
“THAT’S YOUR BRILLIANT PLAN?!!!”
Her eyes squinted at the high pitched squeal that came out of the driver. And, yeah, Emma couldn’t blame her. She was looking in the direction of Cael too, her jaw slack. Lifting a hand she face-palmed. “Christ,” she muttered again. She was beginning to think that Cael hadn’t thought any of this through by this point. “Well,” she lifted her head speaking louder now, “Let’s hope that one of the teams did their job correctly, and how am I supposed to know if we have any rockets?”
“Alright, can you check for rockets and try to get the guy in the bed of the truck up to speed?”
Okay, yeah, that worked. Emma nodded, “Sure,” she answered. Turning around and settling on her knees, Emma stuck her head out the small window, “Hey!” Her eyes fell on the guy lying in the bed, “They want to know if you have any rockets back there? Also, Cael has this awesome plan,” not really, she thought, “which includes us going right down Main Street where the entire Turpis Militia will be waiting for us with lots of guns and rockets and death.” She suddenly smiled, “Just thought you’d like to know! Better prepare yourself.”
Emma turned back around in her seat, plopping back down on her bottom, “All right, he’s filled in.”
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