Soldiers fortune [In progress]
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All of you have accepted transfer into a new elite covert operations team, its near the beginning of 2013, global war tension is sky high with nations such as Iran, North Korea and Mexican drug cartels getting more and more viscous and stupid per every day. You all receive orders to go to your local military airfield where you see a single Chinook waiting for you, the flight crew give you a silence salute and start to take off after your prepared, they're under strict orders to not give you any information. After a lengthy time period where the Chinook makes several stops to re-fuel you find it finally landing next to eight other near empty helicopters. All the back doors open at the exact same time, you can only get a glimpse of the terrain around and the other people before you are all ushered into the single small hanger located at the corner of the airfield. There is no air plane inside though, just a table, chairs and a single 22 " HD LCD TV on a stand at the end. You are all ordered to sit down and someone swiftly turns on the TV in front on, there is a man on the TV looking in his 50's however still looks like he could kick ass in a fight, he is wearing camo t-shirt and hat he swiftly salute you before speaking.HELLLLO Seals, you are all here for one thing and one thing only, to kick ass and take names nd if you listen to me that is exactly what you will do. My name is Colonel Stevens and I am the US Special forces operator, that means I will give you your operations and make sure you have enough support on the field that you sorry ass son of a bitches don't come home in a box. You're now known at Seal Team Spartan 1, or for short Spartan 1, I'm Seal Team Spartan Actual, but the same thing goes Spartans, just call me actual. I don't want to hear you using full names and being formal when you got bullets flying and RPG's landing.
Anyway my sweet old Spartans I ain't here to have a chat, we've got a operation my boys will be passing you your dossier now. Spartan Actual act.
A man standing in the corner of the room flicks the TV off and then passes round a dossier with each one of your names on it.
OPERATION GUILLOTINE
01/23/2013 - 0300 We have a US CIA agent known as Axel, who is based in a city near the border, Orumiyeh, he was out there gathering evidence and getting himself a network of insurgents to you against the government. Turns out Iran found out about his little operation and plan to squash it, as most of you know we would normally just split ties with Axel and little the bastard over have him, however this ain't as simple, Axel's head is wroth more to us then any other bit of intel we have in Iran at the moment, he has been the most successful at training rebels and it was believed he was near the stage of rebellion in Orumiyeh. Even if we don't need Axel, we need his network. So get him out of Iran, alive. We have a issue though, because of Iran being on his tail he has been moving from compound to compound escaping, so this might be a longer then usual operation that will involve intelligence not fire power.Main Objective: Secure Axel and get him safe passage out of Iran.
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"photo of Axel training local rebels"
Terain: City is surrounded by desert with few compounds round, however Axel should know a few you could access.
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"Photo of a dam nearby the city"
Support:There will be no support, except the support that Axel and the CIA can provide.
Team Leader:Michael Paul Valentine
After reading the dossier you're directed outside where you can now see two cars and a weapon cache. You now realize that you're in Iraq on the border of Iran.
Curragh Camp, County Kildare
Dabid entered the Room before his CO.
He statued and said "Ranger West, Reporting for duty!"
His CO gave a small laugh and said "Preparing for your trip to the States, I see...At ease...here...I'm sticking the Kettle on, you want a cup?"
David relaxed and repiled "Eh...alright, 2 sugars" as he sat down.
"So...you fully aware of your mission?"
"To aid and assist a crack team of Navy Seals based in the States and ensure that all rules of engagement are followed by the Unit, On orders from NATO"
"Good Good...you'll be seeing real combat all over the globe...are you nervous?"
David was puzzled "Ummmm...No, why would I be nervous?"
"You Shouldn't" The CO said as he hand David his mug. "Lives are on the line solider, can't get stage fright on the battlefield."
David took a slip of his tea
"I understand Sir."
"Your flight all set?"
"Leaves at 1500 hours tomorrow"
"Here before you go, Mind doing my a favor?"
"Yes Sir!"
He pointed to a mop in the corner.
"Fucking Baz made a mess in the canteen...again..."
David kept his poker face up.
OH YOU EVIL FUCKING SADISTIC SON OF A...
"Yes Sir, I'll get right on it..."
"Thatta boy, Dismissed."
David picked up the mop and left the room.
"Last day on the job...and I'm a fucking janitor..."
He opened the door the cateen, only to find that the rest of the base had set up a Going Away party.
Baz still made shit of the floor though...
The Day After
David managed to pull himself away from his bed and the girl he picked up last night and made his way to the Airport with a ***** of a Hangover.
Dabid entered the Room before his CO.
He statued and said "Ranger West, Reporting for duty!"
His CO gave a small laugh and said "Preparing for your trip to the States, I see...At ease...here...I'm sticking the Kettle on, you want a cup?"
David relaxed and repiled "Eh...alright, 2 sugars" as he sat down.
"So...you fully aware of your mission?"
"To aid and assist a crack team of Navy Seals based in the States and ensure that all rules of engagement are followed by the Unit, On orders from NATO"
"Good Good...you'll be seeing real combat all over the globe...are you nervous?"
David was puzzled "Ummmm...No, why would I be nervous?"
"You Shouldn't" The CO said as he hand David his mug. "Lives are on the line solider, can't get stage fright on the battlefield."
David took a slip of his tea
"I understand Sir."
"Your flight all set?"
"Leaves at 1500 hours tomorrow"
"Here before you go, Mind doing my a favor?"
"Yes Sir!"
He pointed to a mop in the corner.
"Fucking Baz made a mess in the canteen...again..."
David kept his poker face up.
OH YOU EVIL FUCKING SADISTIC SON OF A...
"Yes Sir, I'll get right on it..."
"Thatta boy, Dismissed."
David picked up the mop and left the room.
"Last day on the job...and I'm a fucking janitor..."
He opened the door the cateen, only to find that the rest of the base had set up a Going Away party.
Baz still made shit of the floor though...
The Day After
David managed to pull himself away from his bed and the girl he picked up last night and made his way to the Airport with a ***** of a Hangover.
Keal was walking and reading his dossier, trying to memorize all of it. As he walked outside, he looked around, spotting two cars and a weapon crate. He walked straight up to the crate and opened it up. Inside, he found his weapon. A SCAR H Mk 17 Mod 0 with his favourite little toy, the EGLM. He noticed it didn't have a sound suppressor attached, but he found one in the box, so he picked it up and screwed it on.
On the other side was their handguns, and Keal picked up his M9, fitting a sound suppressor to it also. He grabbed a few grenades and flashbangs, then walked back over to the rest of the team. As he holstered the M9 and strapped the SCAR on, he said, "So, which one of you is Michael?"
Keal hadn't talked much on the flight here. Before they left, he wanted to learn the names and faces of each of the soldiers.
On the other side was their handguns, and Keal picked up his M9, fitting a sound suppressor to it also. He grabbed a few grenades and flashbangs, then walked back over to the rest of the team. As he holstered the M9 and strapped the SCAR on, he said, "So, which one of you is Michael?"
Keal hadn't talked much on the flight here. Before they left, he wanted to learn the names and faces of each of the soldiers.
Also, sorry if my writing isn't top notch atm, it is late and I was about to go to bed but I will stick around for the starting of this RP
David stepped out first, shielding his eyes from the sun.
Irish weather was mostly overcast all the time, so it would take some time for him to get used to the desert sun.
He made his way to the weapon cache and checked for his Custom Revolver and his Steyr AUG Rifle.
Seeing as it way all here, he got in the passager side and started checking for a Radio station with half-decent music.
He saw the known as Keal putting on his gear in the rear-view mirror.
"OI! Put that away, don't think the locals would take to kindy to a group of heavily Armed Americans cruising though town, stay in civilian for now."
Irish weather was mostly overcast all the time, so it would take some time for him to get used to the desert sun.
He made his way to the weapon cache and checked for his Custom Revolver and his Steyr AUG Rifle.
Seeing as it way all here, he got in the passager side and started checking for a Radio station with half-decent music.
He saw the known as Keal putting on his gear in the rear-view mirror.
"OI! Put that away, don't think the locals would take to kindy to a group of heavily Armed Americans cruising though town, stay in civilian for now."
Keal turned as he heard the Irishman tell him to put his weapons away. Keal looked down. "Shit mate, you're right! I'm too used to having to gear up all the time. This sneaky bullshit is new." Keal stripped his gear and climbed into the back of the first car with the Irishman. "Thanks mate, sorry, what's ya name? Mine's Keal."
"David West, Irish Army Ranger Wing, Like The Brit's SAS, but we get drunk more often." He replied, the Going Away Party still fresh in his head.
He Flicked though the Dossier.
"So, we just Axel and bring him Home? seems simple enough..."
He Flicked though the Dossier.
"So, we just Axel and bring him Home? seems simple enough..."
"Heh, a little leprechaun eh? Well, I was part of the Australian army. I have this knack for defending places, so of course I get lumped with all the bloody defence missions. "Oh don't worry, it's simple, just stay there and shoot anything that approaches you!" A few RPGs later, it isn't so simple."Diablo1099 said:
"So, you ever done any of this stealthy sneaky hidey stuff before? I'm more used to finding the biggest gun and putting as many bullets into the enemy before he can put them in me."
"Nah, we're more of a Peace-keeper group, That being said, I do Recon, So I dabbled a wee bit in Stealth"
He went back to messing with the Radio.
"Hey, do have a Cover Story?, tourists, pilgrims, anything to not make us stand out?"
He went back to messing with the Radio.
"Hey, do have a Cover Story?, tourists, pilgrims, anything to not make us stand out?"
"Roving traders with miracle cures? Just step round back and we will show you it! Nah, probably just tourists. I guess it'd make sense, I mean, you're Irish and I'm Australian, so it's not like it's going to be just Americans. Oh wait, the enemy actually hold the city... probably... well, I don't know, you tell me, I'll just shoot the bad guys."Diablo1099 said:
Striker walked over to the cache. "Gentlemen" he said as he checked for his mk-15 and m1911.
"The names Tom Striker. I'll be the guy up in the tower, making sure you guys don't get shot." He said as he screwed the silencer onto the 1911 and holsered it. He checked the action on the rifle, making sure it hadn't gotten damaged on the way over.
"Well, the equipment appears to be in order. We're off to a pretty good start"
"The names Tom Striker. I'll be the guy up in the tower, making sure you guys don't get shot." He said as he screwed the silencer onto the 1911 and holsered it. He checked the action on the rifle, making sure it hadn't gotten damaged on the way over.
"Well, the equipment appears to be in order. We're off to a pretty good start"
"Don't think that will work this time, you set up shop some place, kill a few dozen men, more will just come, gotta pay this smart, one wrong move, we're fucked, no matter how good a team is, an entire army is still better, no offence"Lil_Rimmy said:
He finally got a semi-decent station
"And the gear?, if we set up in a tourist trap, I don't think we can check in several high powered weapons in with our carry-on's"
He then saw Striker "Keep your stuff with the rest of the Gear, Open Carry isn't popular around here."
Keal nodded and then wound down the window, poking his head out. He had heard a guy over at the crates say something, so he stuck his head out the window. "Hey mate! Come on down here, meet me and Mr. Irish.... er, David!"
As Keal pulled his head back in, he said "Looks like a sniper. Bloody pussies..."
As Keal pulled his head back in, he said "Looks like a sniper. Bloody pussies..."
"Come on, Snipers are awesome, had one back in my unit, saved my ass more than a few times"
He then turned to Striker
"So your our Guardian Angel, eh?, David West" he said as he put out his hand.
He then turned to Striker
"So your our Guardian Angel, eh?, David West" he said as he put out his hand.
Striker left the rifle, and concealed the pistol under his shirt as he headed to the car. "You know, I heard that" he said as he got in the car. "Snipers, always the most feared and least respected men in the unit"
"Anyway, what do you fellas think of this op? Could prove interesting if we don't handle it right"
"Tom Striker" he said, shaking David's hand.
"Anyway, what do you fellas think of this op? Could prove interesting if we don't handle it right"
"Tom Striker" he said, shaking David's hand.
"Sure is an Angel, hiding up in the frickin' clouds... Keal's the name" Keal extended a hand also. As much as he wanted to tell the sniper to try sitting in the front line for once, he really didn't want someone with a high powered weapon sitting in a high, defended location all the time not on the best terms with him...
Keal thought to himself, "Note to self, this one has sharp ears. Insult further away then normal."
Keal thought to himself, "Note to self, this one has sharp ears. Insult further away then normal."
David Laughed at Keal's remark.
"Well, provide that we don't cause a fuss, we should be alright, you get any word on where our safehouse or whatever is?, fucked if I'm carring all this stuff 24/7"
"Well, provide that we don't cause a fuss, we should be alright, you get any word on where our safehouse or whatever is?, fucked if I'm carring all this stuff 24/7"
"Well, at least this one a has sense of humour." He shook the snipers hand and said, "So, I was talking with David before, about how I used to be in the Australian army. How about you? You some, dark, calculating death assassin killing machine? Or is that just the movies?"
Here comes the dread of RPs, posting at the same time.
"I'm sure they probably have the safe house taken care of by now. After all, they had time to get you two assigned to this team."
"I'm only the stealthy assassin when it I need to be. Being that way all the time tends to wear on a person, you know?" Striker was getting a vibe that Keal wasn't fond of snipers, but resolved not to let it get under his skin.
"I'm only the stealthy assassin when it I need to be. Being that way all the time tends to wear on a person, you know?" Striker was getting a vibe that Keal wasn't fond of snipers, but resolved not to let it get under his skin.