[IC] Old Flames (Powerbound Origins RP)

[BogeyDope]

Tara Sunwar

@Pundii

Once he explained to her what America was like, she was thinking on the words he spoke to her. "Base... ball?" She asked. "Is... is that the... sport uh... where you hit a small ball with a... uhm... a club?" She asked, trying to grasp the words. "I saw video! It look boring!" She chuckled. "Football fun! Do you play football in America?" She asked before thinking about movies as well. "We... we have movies here too... but we play silent films... I one of few Kurds who understand English." She said.

Once he talked about ice cream, she was trying to think up what it was. "It's that... cold... sweet stuff, right?" She asked. "We don't have Ice Cream here... but I want to try it." She said with a soft smile. Once he said that she should come to America sometime, she sighed. "Yeah... I think I go to heaven sooner than I go to America. This war take too long, no end in sight." She said with a soft sigh. "But I will die for my people, keep my homeland safe, and keep my land peaceful. Daesh will not stop, but neither will I." She said, looking off into the distance.

After some thought, she looked to him once again. "What made you take up guns? Why you soldier?" She asked.

[Pundii]

Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: Tara @AbandonedIntel

Chuckling as she questioned baseball, he nodded slowly. "That's the one, and yeah, football too, I was on the high school team, could've probably gone pro if I hadn't signed up." He commented, scratching at his chin as she went on to talk about movies. "I'll find you some American ones to watch, there's some good ones, a few I think you'd like." He concluded with a nod, running a few ideas through his head as she continued her questions.

He nodded as she asked about ice cream, keeping the smile on his face until her next comment, sighing somewhat as he sat there, listening intently. Reaching up, he gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder before speaking softly. "You're a good soldier, Tara, but you can serve your homeland better by fighting for it, not dying for it." He smiled reassuringly before deciding to accentuate his point. "There was an American general in the Second World War who used to say - 'No bastard ever won a war by going out and dying for his country. He won it by making some other dumb bastard die for his country.' - You'll stick it through, i'm sure of it."

Her last question made him pause, thinking for a moment or two of how to explain it before shrugging. "It's sort of a tradition in my family, my father was special forces as well, I could've served any way I wanted, navy, air force, but I wanted to fight, and fight with the best, so... Here I am." He shrugged as he watched her, he could have asked the same question, but he was fairly sure he knew the answer.

[BogeyDope]

Tara Sunwar

@Pundii

Tara nodded. "Yeah... I see." She said with a soft smile. "I'd like see... what's name... ah... Denzel... Washington? Denzel Washington movies." Tara chuckled. Once Marcus made a statement that Tara should fight for her country rather than die for it, she shook her head. "No, not what I mean. I am ready to die when necessary. I don't want to, but I am ready." She said softly. "Trust me. I want to see good things life offers too." She said with a soft smile. "But I am not surprise if I get bullet in head." She chuckled. Once he talked about why he was in the military, she nodded. "Yeah... it sort of is same for my family... my father fought Turkish forces during Kurdish uprisings in 1980s. He was part of PKK. Back then, we were more savage, no room for women. We more progressive now. Back then, PKK targeted civilians too. I don't condone that. Thank the heavens the PKK today no longer does that. Only Turkish army and police kills civilians now." She sighed softly. "I fight because men and women, Kurds and Arabs, needed my help. Our help. Those Daesh were killing them, torturing, raping. I couldn't sit around and do nothing. I had to fight. It's only way. The Daesh will not stop until entire human race is wiped out. We are their first targets. I can't let that happen." She said, looking off into the sunset. "And if I die stopping them, afterlife will embrace me, and I am fine with that." She said softly. "But my parents will hate me." She joked, chuckling a little.

[Pundii]

Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: Tara @AbandonedIntel

Chuckling softly as he listened to her, he nodded intently, turning his head to focus his gaze on her as she spoke. Smirking at her final comment, he shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah well, that's what parents are for, isn't it?" He grinned, glancing around at the partying YPG once more before looking back towards her. He'd relaxed now, at least to a degree, Tara was one of the only ones there he felt had any particular interest in talking to him. And well, she was one of the only ones there who was actually able to talk to him. "Well, we've got a long way to go before either of us are goin' to die, if I have something to say about it... So until then, how about a drink?" He smirked, now bothering to wait for her answer as he moved to stand, giving her a pat on the shoulder as he moved into the building they sat against. A few moments later he came back out, a plain bottle in his hand with a white liquid. "I will say this much, you guys make damn good Vodka." He grinned, taking a sip as he moved to sit down beside her again, holding the bottle in her direction, to offer her a drink.

His old team leader, and probably a number of the other coalition troops might've had something to say about him drinking on duty, but then he knew for a fact some of his other friends in the SEAL teams who were around, were probably getting into a lot more trouble than Marcus was that night. They'd had a victory, and victories were to be celebrated. After all, in places like this, they didn't come without a good hard fight.

[BogeyDope]

Tara Sunwar

@Pundii

Tara nodded in agreement about the parents, and leaned back a little. Once he offered the idea of a drink, she nodded. "Yeah, of course." She nodded, and once he mentioned that they made good vodka, she laughed. "Oh no, no... credit for good vodka go to our brothers in Armenia." She said with a soft smile, taking a sip herself before handing it back. "Wew... a little strong than I remember..." She said with a soft chuckle. "Ahh... been too long since last drink." She said, leaning back against the building behind her. "Sometimes I wish I drink a lot, but I must be vigilant." She explained, taking another sip. "Because you don't know when Daesh will attack." She explained, leaning back. "What countries have you gone to?" She asked, looking to him.

[Pundii]

Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: Tara @AbandonedIntel

Chuckling softly as she took the vodka and had a drink, he took a longer one when she gave it back. "Been quite a while since I had one, too." He smirked, taking another sip before passing the bottle back over to her, gritting his teeth a little as the burn ran down his throat. Turning his gaze back over to her, he nodded before shrugging. "Well, I figure we've earned a night to relax without worrying about them, don't you think?" Marcus nodded with a smile, raising an eyebrow at her next question before scratching his chin as he thought. "A few... England, Australia, here, Afghanistan and Iraq, too. I've never really had much time for holidays, unfortunately." Marcus shrugged his shoulders yet again, taking a brief glance around as he took one more long sip from the Vodka bottle, setting it back down between them.

[BogeyDope]

Tara Sunwar

@Pundii

At Marcus' comment on having earned a night without worrying about the Islamic State, Tara nodded. "I wish that was true, heval." Marcus would've learned over time that heval meant "friend" in Kurdish. "But Daesh are dogs. They attack when you rest." She pointed out before taking a sip of some vodka herself. "Holidays? Ah, I can't celebrate too much either, but we celebrate like we did just now." She said, pointing to the soldiers that are cleaning up right now. "Not enough time to celebrate Newroz either." She said with a soft chuckle. "Too busy killing Daesh pigs and freeing the land's people."

Soon enough, a Humvee would drive through the village and stop nearby. A few soldiers of the US Spec Ops variety, as well as two French Spec Ops operators, would pile out from the vehicle and look around. One of them spotted Marcus, and looked to him. "Yo, Williams, Command says that we're Oscar Mike to Navpoint Charlie. The SDF has recently secured a nearby village south of us, and we need to head down there to make sure everything's in good working order." The SEAL said.

Tara looked to him and looked back to Marcus. "Time to go? Well I hope to see you later." She said with a soft smile.

[Pundii]

Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria
Interacting With: Tara @AbandonedIntel

Chuckling softly at her words, he nodded slowly. Leaning forward, he shrugged his shoulders, eyes drifting over those in the camp for a few moments before they turned back to Tara. "Well, killing'll stop one day, then we'll just have to have one hell of a party to make up for all the ones we missed, eh?" He grinned, watching her for a moment or two before he heard the approaching Humvee. Moving to stand slowly as it came over, he watched the SEAL who spoke up, sighing as he shifted his vest. Nodding to the SEAL, he reached over and grabbed his rifle from where it leaned against the door, turning back toward Tara. "Don't worry, i'll be back before you know it, we got plenty more killing and then much more partying to do after." Chuckling, he moved to the Humvee and climbed inside, giving Tara a nod before patting the door as the driver took off.

The vehicle was clear to see the whole time it drove off, the lights on it making it stand out in the night's darkness as it got further and further away. It wasn't long before it was on the road and moving along. It was still in view when it blew to pieces, too. The explosion was sudden, it came from under, more than likely an IED, but a fireball engulfed the entire vehicle within moments. Smoke plumed upward and the huge explosion was clear to hear for anyone who had been in the village. As the majority of the smoke cleared the humvee was clear, or what was left of it. Part of it was still intact, but other pieces of shrapnel were spread apart every which way, the chances anyone had survived were minimal...

[BogeyDope]

32nd YPG Unit

@Pundii

Tara chuckled at his comment, nodding in agreement. "Of course." She said with a smile. "Stay safe." She said, looking to him. It was almost obvious that she had a crush on the American, Marcus could see it in her eyes as he grabbed his rifle and headed for the Humvee. She watched as it drove away, and as it did, she got up and looked for Daran.

*BOOOM!*

The explosion was nearly deafening when it occurred. It startled all of the members of the 32nd when it happened. Some of the YPG members were shouting tactical commands, and many of them were grabbing AKs and taking cover, under the impression that the Islamic State has already launched a counterattack without them noticing. Daran simply ran ahead, patting a stunned Tara on the shoulder. Once the smoke and dust has cleared, and that there was no gunfire afterwards, it would occur to the 32nd that it was an IED. Immediately, Daran, Tara and a few others ran towards the Humvee, watching their step as they came to help and search for survivors, Daran and Tara being the first ones there.

"Marcus!" Tara cried out desperately, trying to search the area. Daran, on the other hand, remained silent and still.

[Pundii]

Marcus Williams

Location: Markada, Northeastern Syria -> Undisclosed Location
@AbandonedIntel

The flames and the smoke continued to plume up into the night sky from the wreckage, the carnage was clear to see as they got there. Both of the French soldiers were dead, scattered away from the vehicle and essentially mutilated by the shrapnel. One of the Americans, the driver, was half sticking out the front windshield, eyes wide as blood dripped from his mouth.

But Marcus and the other American were not there. A trail of blood led away from the Humvee. The other SEAL had dragged Marcus some of the way, but at the end of the trail he lay dead and alone. Marcus had been found by another group of spec ops who had been watching him, and he was on his way elsewhere.

Hours later he was in a cryogenics tube, frozen and under the examination of scientists and doctors, a team who would be working on him for the next few years, turning Marcus Williams into the Iron Hand.