England Falters: Wartime Resistance RP

[SteakHeart]

Spoiler: OOC

I'm back!

"So," Nadia said, at a loss for other topics, "what's your weapon of choice?" Nadia was familiar on the subject of guns. Although the majority of her time had been on base, as an interrogator, she had been in the field enough to know a fair share about weapons. "I've always been partial to crossbows. Unconventional, yes, but they do far more damage then a bullet can, especially if you wire the bolt with some explosives."

Nadia felt that she was being watched. She turned her head and saw another girl watching them. She waved. "Hello there. I'm Nadia, who are you?"

 

[CounterAttack]

"Kat - Katrina Church," Katrina stammered, surprised by the friendly manner in which Nadia spoke. She had assumed that she would not have been caught eavesdropping on the Israeli; evidently her assumption had been incorrect. Looking up at the older and taller woman, she felt even smaller than she was. She had mentioned weapons; presumably she knew how to use them. Katrina tentatively stepped forward to join the conversation, and said, "Um... sorry if I shouldn't have been listening."

 

[SteakHeart]

Nadia shrugged. "We're all comrades here. No need to be ashamed." She stuck her hand out. "Nice to meet you, Katrina. You ever worked in combat before?" she asked.

She seems nice, Nadia thought, glad she could find one or two people who weren't snarkers.

Spoiler: OOC

I apologize for the short post, but I'm going soon. For real this time.

 

[CounterAttack]

"No... no, I've never served," Katrina answered, accepting the handshake. "I had a peaceful life until... until the day I found out my dad and my fiancé didn't survive the events of France. They were both military men, and I loved them dearly... and look what happened to them." Her voice began to shake slightly as she remembered their faces, their smiles, their laughs.

"Eventually I promised myself that I would do something to make a difference, maybe even to save England. Not sure what form that'll take, but I have to do something. So now I'm here, once a business student, now a part of the ECA." She spoke with a degree of conviction despite her obvious fear. That felt a little better. Inner strength would get her through tough situations such as the way she was feeling at that moment, and it would keep her going as long as it held.

 

[iThinkCat]

J'aime was mad and nervous at the same time. Joining up was not what she had wanted, but she had been given little choice back in London. She thought back to what exactly had happened to put her in this situation as she stood slouched, intent on doing the absolute minimum that she was required.

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She had come to England to help her mum pack up and move back down under with pops and her. Australia was one of the few places untouched by the war so far. She remembered the trip to the airport when a small American raid happened just blocks away from them. The cars in the street were stopped dead in the road, no progress being made, so they resorted to hiking it. Not even a quarter of the way there an artillery round went off near them injuring several civilians.

J'aime had just earned her registered nursing license a few months back. She knew that she couldn't be selfish. She had to help the wounded. Before attending to the injured, she forced her mother to go on ahead. They agreed to meet up later at the airport, but the fighting just kept going, and the wounded didn't stop coming.

Eventually more doctors, nurses, and medics showed up in the area and started helping people as well. Others began setting up a temporary evacuation site complete with tents, water, food, and medical supplies. The medical staff set up a base of operations there, but it still wasn't enough. They were grossly under-manned and short on supplies.

Late into the evening the fighting ceased, and the wounded stopped coming in. A medic came to J'aime and praised her for her actions under pressure. The medic then told J'aime that the malita was short on medically trained personel. Unfortunately, the medic was not extending an offer. J'aime had an obligation to help those in need of care, and the medic knew it. She would have to join, whether she liked it or not.

The medic took J'aime back to a malitia command post and signed her up. J'aime was then trained briefly on what to expect and was given her assignment, Dover.
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She looked around at her "patients". She was going to be spending who knows how long kissing these bastards' boo boos and giving them suckers. The group was making small talk amongst themselves behind the big shots' backs, but not all of them seemed completely clueless. This'll certainly be a colorful bunch of berks she thought making a slight grin.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Thomas looked at the other militiamen. Strange, unique characters but most of them were from a world he never understood. He had been filming a documentary in Spain when the war started. Back when things were just about doing what the director wanted, getting to enjoy the sights. They were too close to the coast to get to an airport in time...

He had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But these people were never at the wrong place. They had been at home, living their lives. All his life he lived right next to America, ignorant of the politics.

If I could go back, I would have never left the country. I wonder what my family is doing right now?

He looked around at the other recruits. He was lonely but he didn't like the idea of starting a conversation.

"Hi! I'm from Canada! My American friends all voted for the government responsible for all this!" Yeah, that would go over well.

The recruiting officer on the barge across the channel he took had given him a funny look when he explained his nationality. He didn't want to deal with the endless abuse once the other men on the boat found out again.

"Can you shoot lad?" That was the only requirement needed to join up. He had refused when he first landed but now that the invasion was underway he felt he had to do something.

"When can we shoot the bastards?" said Thomas, thinking aloud. He got up and sat down. Sighing with frustration he pulled out his flask and downed the rest of his whiskey.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Nom'd post.

Spoiler: OOC

I'll be done for the night. Bye.

 

[JoJo]

Johann stood with one of his hands in his pocket, fiddling with a pink plastic bracelet that he'd kept safe with him the last couple of weeks. Even though it had happened so recently; the memory of it's previous possessor handing it to him as he hugged her and her brother goodbye already seemed like it was from another lifetime. Remembering where he was, he jumped slightly and withdrew his hand quickly before taking closer look at his new comrades. They were an odd mix of ages and genders, but to his surprise saw a face he thought he recognised.

"Mick?" he asked to a man nearby in a badly torn jacket "Is that you?"

 

[Katherine Kerensky]

Rufus shivered, and cast another look over his shoulder towards platform 4. "Damn, the breeze comes right through here, I wonder if we can go over to the barracks yet... it better be warmer there..." he said out loud, and tapped Sander on the shoulder before passing him his bag, and wandered over to the officers.
*Ummm... sirs? Do you want us to do anything while we wait? Time waiting is time wasted, after all."
Any excuse to have a chance of getting out of this bloody cold...

 

[Jav3lin]

Gar arrived at the barracks and quickly found himself a suitable bunk by the left wall. There was a small space between his bunk and the next one and besides it lay an empty metal trunk with some cobwebs and tattered pieces of a magazine.

He sighed as he crawled into the lower bunk and put a picture of his farmhouse behind the strings so he could look up at it before bed. The picture was taken specially for him two days before he set off. One day before his sister took her own life for the pain and sorrow her father inflicted her.
"You were so beautiful"
Gar gently stroked her face on the picture. He and her had been the only ones in the family to get the soft blonde hair of their mother, the rest had the deep auburn brown their father had.

He quickly sat up with an arched back, doing his best to avoid previous situations from repeating. He would have to steel his heart for the days to come, and there was only one thing that could help him do that.
Snatching the remaining bottle of scotch from his bag, he quickly gulped down half of it and put it back in his bag. He took his razor, all photos from his past that he still carried and walked to the bathroom with his zippo lighter.

Ten minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom with no photos and short cropped hair. To survive, he was going to have to put his past behind him and truly conquer his mind and set it on one goal and one goal only: Save England, no matter what.

Gar threw his things in his bag, that was nearing empty status and jumped into his bunk to get some R&R before his turn to scout was up.

 

[SamuelT]

"Ugh. People, I told you to get settled in and take stock. Perhaps get familiar with the base here. Further orders are still standing." Robin said through clenched teeth, covering his face with his hands.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Thomas picked a bunk in a corner and sat on it. No one had spoken to him since he was assigned to the unit. He had never been in a military anything before. He never even went to summer camp as a boy. Were people in the military allowed to snore loudly? What happened to those who couldn't wake up on time? His mind then shifted to the war.

He lay down, stewing over what had transpired and what he thought might happen.

I'll get lost, I'll get alone. I won't be able to survive!

He wondered about training. Were they ever going to get some instruction? Thomas would like to know something, anything to fall back on in close quarters combat. He didn't like the idea of attempting to slug it out with a man with a knife unless he was taught how.

Anxiety again... He reached for the flask but remembered just as he touched it that he was out. Sighing, he closed his eyes and eventually fell into a troubled sleep.

 

[curlycrouton]

Michael ran his hands over his face in exasperation, greying stubble feeling rough as sandpaper against his palm. Relaxing his body somewhat, he turned to survey his fellow troops. There were a few who were evidently of fighting stock, others who'd be more at home behind a desk than a parapet.

And then there's me. A diminutive, greying, alcoholic Irishman with a rusty old weapon slung behind his back, devoid of bullets.

He rummaged around in his pocket for a few seconds, pulling out a small clump of desiccated old tobacco, a thoroughly creased rolling paper and a rolled up piece of cardboard. After combining the three with a mixture of urgency and impatience he produced a battered box of matches and struck one, igniting the cigarette now perched between his lips. He took a long, wistful drag, exhaling the smoke as though it were an embodiment of his various anxieties.

"So... any of you boys seen action before?". He turned around to face his compatriots. "Not that I have, y'understand".

 

[iThinkCat]

J'aime took this opportunity to go find if the post had a clinic. Best see where I'll make my quid. It better not be a slump like the rest of this brothel if they seriously expect me to fix these Joe Bloggs instead of knocking 'em off.

She made her way out the entrance to start her search. As she wandered around the state of the entire station bleak, and it wasn't giving her hope for a proper clinic. Her mind started to lose interest with the search. She wasn't going to find it anytime soon, and she had been known to get lost on more than one occasion. Thoughts drifting, worry came over her. I hope mum made it back home safe.

Doomed from the start due to her lack of direction, she gave up. She headed back to way she came and followed one of the other recruits to the barracks.

 

[Pandalisk]

Spoiler

Sorry for missing the launch, ill be posting later tonight when i have time

 

[Captain Pirate]

Replying to Nadia, Mick lifted his Spectre a little, indicating it.
"This bad boy. Spectre M4, good old Submachine gun. Not too shabby, and it gets the job done. Nice big magazines, too."

At the sound of his name, Mick turned to the caller.
"Johann? Johann!" He said, his face turning into a wide grin.
"Long time no see, how've you been keeping?!" He asked heartily, bringing his old friend into a cheerful hug.

 

[Sparrow]

"I was told we got supplies, not much but we got 'em. Bit of this, bit of that. Mostly food and ammo, don't think we'll need much else. The only problem is getting set up. Our work load is, well, huge. We got trenches to make, places to search, land to take advantage of-- the whole shebang. We're going to prepare for a war we're not actually taking part in."

Quickly glancing at the soldiers as they wandered toward their barracks, Emerson beckoned Robin to follow him to the "supply toilets."

"God knows why, but everything we need is stored in the toilets. Or atleast, that's what the Chief told me over the phone. Just lemme' open the... door."

Behind the largest toilet door, sectioned off for 'disabled use only', lied a corridor-shaped space filled with everything from turrets to ammo, canned food to rifles, all dumped on the floor and stacked upon each other. The wall behind the area where the toilet had quite obviously been before had been knocked through to allow more room for the assortment of items sprawled across and through the toilet area.

"Holy crap!"

Spoiler: More instructions!

Everyone should get buddy buddy, introduce yourselves, talk up. Most of you are already doing this, but you might not realise just how important it actually IS. Your characters will basically form a lot of the narrative themselves.

 

[Broken Orange]

"Yes, sir" Luke responded to Robin and walked over the barracks. Before he got there, he over heard an Irishman, Michael, ask if any of us has seen combat.

"Well, being an carpenter, you don't get that many people trying to kill you. But I know how to swing a hammer pretty hard, though." he stated, trying to hide his Texan accent. Who knows how they will react to an American among their ranks.

 

[curlycrouton]

"A carpenter, eh? What a fine collection of well-drilled military personnel we have assembled here!" Michael laughed bitterly, but quickly began to hack and cough. Regaining a state of equilibrium, he held out a hand.

"Vallon. Michael Vallon. Irish, in case you hadn't noticed." He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper. "What do they call you back in the States then? ...I'm guessing you defected, or we're all in for one hell of a surprise, ha! Hey, don't fret pal, I won't let on. I'm a defector myself. Got the hell out of Ireland when things started to turn against us. Just remember, some of the others may not be so... sympathetic." He glanced around the barracks for a moment, before turning back to his new acquaintance. He grinned and held out his cigarette as an invitation.

"Smoking's a damn hard habit to maintain under these conditions, but I manage somehow.". He cackled again, before clearing his throat. "Cigarette?".

 

[JoJo]

Johann returned Mick's hug warmly, finding it impossible to mask his joy at having found someone he knew.

"Where to start?" he said excitedly "Grand news, my wife Christine is pregnant again! Do you remember the trouble we had during Adelaide's birth, after which the doctors said we probably wouldn't be able to have any more kids? They were wrong, she's 5 months in now and alls well!"

He laughed and rolled his eyes in mock horror "To think, when this war is finally over I'll have three sprogs after me for my money and time! Anyway enough about me, how have you been?"