BigPapaBelial

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor walked into the Armory, holding the rebuilt and lightened Denel with on single hand. Most people would have to carry the thing with a team of 2 maybe three, it's still a GMG after all, yet this is of course Victor Kanatario, touted to be the strongest man in the world presently. He hefts the thing up onto one of the long metal tables in the room, it comes crashing down with a crunch. He grins over at his finacee, "Well this ought to be interesting huh? Mission alert said Thule right." He starts to strip off his fatigues, not worried about who is in there with him. They've seen each other naked plenty of times. Soon he's slipping into a operations body glove. A tight fitting thing, that leaves nothing to the imagination really. It's tight and molds right to the Mohican's form. Forms a hell of a a pleasant bulge in front too.

He watched Natalie dressed as he prepped up as well. Over the body glove came thermal gear. He grinned, "I have a heating system good to go, though cuddling won't be complained about." He laughs softly giving Nat a wink. As she gave a run down of what they knew, he nods to it all. He slips on the gloves that help him move the gauntlets of his armor. he hums, "Thule...what the hell is at Thule though? I've been there, back in my Ops days. It's cold, icey and lonely. Temperture doesn't usually get above 10 degrees C, Barely 46 degress F. Nuclear and Radar systems aside, there's not alot up there. It's barely strategic in it's uses either."

Victor got to his feet after making sure his under layers are on. Then walks over, lifts himself up, and slides into the refitted and freshly tuned leg portion of his armor. As soon as his legs and pelvis are inside there's a hiss. And he lets out a little displeased grimace, as the systems within sync up to the underglove he's using then with a pop the bolts holding the leg portion snap clear, and with a crunch he hits the floor a foot below. He stands there for a time, humming softly then casually, takes a step forward, as easy as he was walking a moment before, "Ahhh good, mechanical muscular systems sync up near perfect. No noticable lag at all. The first step to full powered armor." He grins, then saunters, yes Saunters over to the upper body portion of the armor that's hanging on another set of hooks. He slips into those like he's slipping into a coat, the waist seals melding together, but he doesn't close it up quite yet. He instead turns as the hooks and bolts holding it up release. He was a seven foot tall god of a man a moment ago, rippling muscle under that body glove but now, nearly 8 and a half feet. He grins, "One small step towards a walking tank." He grins at his lover, "it has been far too long since we've taken a walk in these my love" He grins, almost maliciously.

he starts to seal up the front of his armor, "And people wonder why we're top kick here on base." All that remains is sealing up the sides and front of his helmet, he heads for his weapons first, looking at the choices, choosing his go too mini-rocket pods, axes, gun-stock club, shotguns and because he was just working on it, hauling the Denel up. He nods, "Shall we go and cleanse another part of the world?"

Grimsby Afghanistan

Nolan had eyes only for the target down range. And Carl who was sweating a little did too. Neithe rof them noticed the private running up to them from somewhere else on base with a sheaf of paper with information on it.

Nolan took a deep breath, several actually in....out....in........out...

Carl found himself mimicking the pattern. And then Nolan let out one last breath, sighted in, cracked his mouth open just a little then...

BOOM!

The Tac-50 roared. And the big bullet hissed off, Nolan remained where he lay, and only began to breathe again after the dust cleared from the shot but his eye remained on the scope. Carl watched through the spotting scope, "I lost it...I can't see the path." he whispered. And Nolan smiled, "Just watched the target." And as he says that, in the distance there's a nearly inaudible pop as the bullet connects. Center mass hold, heart shot in fact, would have been a kill no matter which way you showed it. The shot is perfectly on target. Carl's jaw drops, Nolan reaches up and works the bolt of his rifle, catching the spent brass as it slides free, and despositing amongst the other spent casing in a box beside him.

Carl grumbles and turns away throwing his hands in the air, "Mother f..." He walks off, grumbling to himself, raving about how he got played. Nolan rolling over and grinning, "You guys were right not to get in on this." He calls to Ross and Andrew, "He still owes me a case." he then spots the private, "Eh? Company, come on in Private." he rolls onto his back and grins, "music...sweet music." He grins as Carl still rants and raves about losing the bet.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan had let out a breath, their target taken down, pick up and extract in progress. He let out a low slow breath. Taking a moment to let the stress of the operation flow out. Looking at the feeds he has he nods, and well eaves dropping on the call the Boss makes. He nods slowly then begins to pull out. Connections to Leeds, Greece, a tiny little server room somewhere in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone, a net cafe in South Korea, another net cafe in Okinawa,, and finally the connection to the FBI servers in the states, everyone put up to throw off anyone or anything that tried to trace the hacks.

Once out he shut down his hacking suites one by one, leaving one open to track the team, "Bugcatcher ninety percent disconnected. Good job folks."

He leaned back and then reached under his desk grabbing a can of Guinness, hidden there for just these sorts of moments. With a pop he snaps it open then relaxes, sipping at it, "Helluva operation."

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Remote Hacking Van, Monte Carlo, Monaco

As soon as he had gotten word that they'd be in the field and what they are doing, Drevan had spent a week an a half uninstalling, reinstalling, refitting and respecing the computer equipment in the van. He'd ripped out old tech and replaced it with new cutting edge, bleeding edge really. He wasn't going out into the field without the best he could muster. He'd ran a tab up with a few old friends in lulSec to get some of the newest tech and programs. Even paid an old timer for a new flashdrive filled with Nuke programs.

Drevan is booting up the rigging when Kingmaker calls back to him, "Hackerman...funny. Thanks boss." He grins, "Just waiting for feeds. Place those cams right folks." He hums, looking at the layout, "I think I can get wireless connections to security camera's but that's not going to do anything then let me peek..." he hums, looking over the blueprints he can pull up, "Hmmm, there's a junction box on the east side of the building..." He rubs his chin, "But is it worth the risk..."

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Drevan watched though his all seeing eye, the internet! And his high end hacking system. He checked to make sure all this systems are running smooth, then back to the monitor that showed the train station and the team, through the team comms he picked up Lancaster's play, and quickly threw together a semi-solid production code and filming itinary for "Jason Re-Bourne" jus tin case sometime down the road in the next few days someone looked it up, just something else to cover their trail. with a few clacks the information was placed in a few big name production companies that should pass a search for it later. He ghosted the mini hacks to get into those systems and returned to the main operation, "Tracks hidden...there he is. A Awesome. We got this piece of trash."

He hummed, seeing where Lancaster is going. He nods, "I can clear the way through the queue for who ever calls it up. The ambulance will make a beeline for your position once it's called through...sorry if someone's having a heart attack somewhere..." He begins another hack, throwing everything he has, getting into the dispatchers system, and clearing the ambulance queue for the next few minutes, so that when the person who makes the call, they get through and their call will be first on the list. He bit his bottom lip and manuvuered his way through the systems carefully. And with an absent little motion of his hand as if he had reached out and grabbed something he grins, "Gotcha. Someone make the call. The next ambulance will be sent right to your position ASAP."

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

So I've been out of a Long RP mood for a few months now. Just haven't had the energy...let's see if i can't get you something worth while...

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor hummed sitting just outside the Giant's Arsenal. He had a disassembled Denel Y3 AGL in front of him as he's trying to tool it down the already stubby AGL so he can use it in confined spaces. using short distance fragmentation shells he could turn it into something of a massive shotgun. He looked through the barrel, and saw a bunch of the most recent grads of the initiation program headed this way. Some of them sported bruises on their faces, others were bundled up with bandages. They looked like they had been through hell. He started to put the Denel together carefully as the very trimmed down class approached. He slotted the barrel back into place, and began to rebuild the Denel. He watched as the class stopped. There were 50 of them when he got them. When he ran them through their paces. Pushed them to their limit then forced them to go further. As the 8 new recruits, broken, beaten, then rebuilt and recovered line up he sets the half built AGL across his lap. Finally one of them speaks, if she wasn't covered in bruises she might actually be pretty. In that fine boned, muscled way military women are. He's sliding the gas system back inside wen she speaks, "Sir...we..." He cuts her off, "Hang on there. What does three up, three down mean to you?" They stopped and realized that all this time they had been dealing with a NCO. Victor groans, "I never accepted a commission kids. Never wanted it, not that it wasn't ever in the cards. just never took it." He sets the Denel aside and stands, towering over the small group of newly accepted Blue Sword Recon operatives, "You all made it in, that's good, that's good." The small group nods and salutes him, "You may not be an Commissioned officer, Sergeant Major, but it's thanks to you we passed. Without your lessons some of us wouldn't have pulled through."

Victor looked at them all then started to laugh. A big booming laugh, "I didn't do shit. I took you through the PT of your life that's all. Everything you needed you already had." He grins and snaps a salute off, "Most of you outrank me officially. But in the pecking order of this outfit I'm still top kick. Now get your asses out of here. I got work to do and by the looks of you, you guys all need some time to recover." When they try to salute again he waves them off, "Get the hell out of here." As they turn he calls to them, "Good job...all of you."

He went back to working on his Denel, popping a piece of rat root into his mouth to chew on while the work continued. The new operatives thumping off to get some rest. As they went off, a runner came from command. Victor looked up then got back up, setting the Denel down. grabbing the ipad he looked at the order on it, "Well...looks like we're getting the band back together." He nods, and hands the ipad back, "Report to command that Operative Brute will be prepared for jump off." He grabbed the last bits of the Denel and headed inside. looking over to his suit, "Ohhhhh boi! This ought to be a good way to catch the bugs."

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Elsewhere on base Eric is receiving help in pulling on the new sleek, armored and grey black operations suit. This had been created especially for him with the idea that it's armored enough that he can stand a straight up fight for a short time, but not a bulky thing so he can go stealth if he has too. And move far quicker then the two behemoths he's likely to operate beside. It's a latex and leather derivative cloth, making it form fitting and with a liner that will wick away sweat so it won't end up uncomfortable.

With a grunt he gets into the suit and starts to clasp and zip it up. As he's doing that half naked for the most part a private comes in looking around in confusion. So far only Victor, Natalie and the commanders have been into Eric's arsenal and armory. He looks up and over at the young woman with a surprised look on his face. Walking over he pulls the young man in, "Alright lass, I suppose you're here for me, what's the situation then?" The young private, likely almost as new as the recon group that just went through training with Victor and Natalie salutes. And well let's face it the young woman can't help but get an eyeful of Eric's bare chest. She gulps, "Uh sir..." He shakes his head, "Eric will do, out with it." The young woman nodded, "Sorry sir...orders...from top brass." She held out an IPad to Eric.

Eric took it and nodded, reading the message, "Hmmm I see. I'll be ready. When Natalie and Victor are ready to ship so will I. Notify the administration that I stand ready. Now my eyes are up here girl. Look up here..." The woman erps and snaps her eyes up and away from the scarred chest of the older operator, "Sorry sir..."

Eric gave a snort, "Meet me in the mess later. You look like you need someone to talk to. Now get. I have to finish up here." As she's walking away, and Eric is pulling the top of the outfit on he can swear he hears, "No abs...don't go away..." But before he can turn to ask what that was all about he can hear her running like the wind.

He can only shake his head, and gets back to his outfitting.

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The view through the scope is myopic. slightly fish-eyed as well at this distance. Nolan lay behind the Tac-50 rifle, his eye pressed lightly to the scope. The target, a steel and paper target about a foot and a half wide by a foot and a half tall is set out there at about 950 meters. He's shot further, and hit, but this is still something in the windy conditions on this Middle Eastern firing range. He gave a growl as he heard the words of, "There's no way in hell..." Carl Cardinal is right behind Nolan looking through a spotters scope. Nolan hummed clicking the ranging dial on his scope a few more times, "You might...think that, but then...you're infantry...and I'm a recon sniper."

Carl chuckled, "Case of Bud says you're going to miss low and to the right." Nolan grinned and licked his lower lip, "You're on Canuck." He steadied his rifle, the bipod rest set level. He looked through the scope sight, waiting, observing the play of wind and sand. From where he's laying he can tell there is atleast 2 wind changes on the way to the target. So he had to aim this show in a special way for it to catch one wind, then the other in another way to push the shot off course then back on course. It's just a matter of getting the right hold. Carl pulled back and away to look over at Andrew and Ross behind the firing line, "There's a case up for grabs here boys. Want in on this? Two cases? One case each per teammate? What's it sound like to you..."

Nolan chuckled, "Gonna let me take the shot anytime soon?" He felt he had the hold now, and just waiting until everyone shut up. He chuckled ever so softly.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Eric sat on a large box, at the end of the couse, looking at his watch with triumph. He'd done it. He'd broken that one minute mark. Beat Victor, the infamous Mohican-Norwegian giant, and Natalie, the French-Russian leviathan. He'd finally done it. But barely, by the skin of his teeth. He had to really work to get past his eye, and his few injuries still healing. But he'd done it. He'd beat the time. He looked up as he heard Natalie's voice. Just Natalie though he didn't see Victor. Not that it mattered. He nodded, "Made it..." he nods, "Yes Madam. Thank you Madam." He takes a deep breath then kicks off the box, going back to the course master to turn in the weapons.

It's praise, and it's what he'll take. Victor and Natalie seem to think they can make use of him by the sound of it. And that's fantastic. He'll take it. He makes for the barracks. Unzipping the suit he's wearing as he goes, airing out his sweaty flesh. It felt good, it felt like he was finally alive again.

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The australian outback is something else entirely when you're out there during the night. During the day it's a hot hell. All the snakes, and spiders are out in force too. Australia has some of the most deadly, poisonous and venonmous creatures in the world. Snakes spiders, and a variety of other deadly things beyond that. so as these soldiers, new recuirts to Blue Sword PMC are out there, they are watching their feet as much as they are watching the area around them. But when you're under the tutelage of a man who's 7 feet and more, but can move like he's a 5 foot tall ninja well it pays to try and be extra vigilant. But these guys are fresh out of the army, where they didn't have to be smart and were just to do what they were told. And that's all the lot of them were doing. Watching and marching but not actually watching. So it started quietly. A dawdler at the back who thought this was just another night watch let out a grunt as he was pulled off the path. No one heard him. And Victor left him with two Blue Sword mercs. Two of several mercs he had brought along. Two for nearly every member of the 30 man squad. Victor had pressed his big heavy titanium gun stock club to the recruits chin and shook his head. The big man dressed in swatched black, grey, dark blue and brown. The stealth armor was something he had made back in Tier 1 Black. all the differant color broke up your form in the dark. Making it way harder to see you, it was old school stealth and field craft.

He grinned brightly then took off again. He'd take one of two of the mercs at a time. Catching one with the club, and dragging another off with a big hand over their mouth. He did this again and again until the remainder wised up. And they began to pay more attention. But they still fell. Though now the recruits knew something was happening. Some big preadtor maybe was picking them off.

It was down to the last 9, when they could see the lights of the PMC base in the distance. That's when they finally saw it. They saw a huge figure rise what it seemed like right out of the middle of the path. The leader called for guns up. Just nine recruits left really. Victor looked at them, then tapping the ground with his gun club. And a mass of light blazed on behind him, and around the recruits. The leader of the recruits sighed and tossed his gun to the ground. Victor nodded, "Nine of you left." He paced forward and stopped in front of them. The mercs he brought with him carting the ones he had taken in the field, out to show them to the reaminder, "Now tell me how you failed." He pulled the mesh mask off his face to lean down and look at the nine in the team, "Tell me, what you could have done to have stopped this." He grinned, "And make it good, because technically, what just happened here was that almost 90% of your squad was wiped out, by one lone assailant. With no shots fired and major casualties. So tell me how you failed, and then we can go home for the night." He let the head of his metal gun club hit the ground, pulverizing a rock the size of his head, and listened as the recruits, the ones alive and the ones "dead" all began to tell him what they had observed in this, and what they thought they could do better. Victor could see it now, they were beginning to understand, they had been pushed hard physically, too and past their limits. They had felt what it feels like to truly lose.

When they are done. Victor nods, "Get on the trucks. They'll take you back to barracks. You all might actually be ready for the Major. Might." He motioned, "Up you get! Let's go home!" He jumped into the back of a SUV, which took him back to base.

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He arrived back at base a short while later. He had went to the adjoining showers to their suite,private showers of course no one else had access, to get the dust and sweat of his own exertions off. So when he walks into the bedroom, a towel on...around his neck...he spots Natalie and hums, "Well, what's this then. A boxum, beautiful, powerhouse goddess in my rooms. What ever will I tell my fiancee." He grins as that bra fell he grinned, and did as Natalie beckoned. He was on her in a momnt, one big paw grabbing one of those bountiful breasts, his lips mashing into hers, "By the creator and all his blessing...I'm going to have you tonight woman." He chuckled as the two titans clashed. A clash in all the best ways.

Sierra Vanguard (Espionage RP)

Bugcatcher bit the corner of his lower lip, worrying abit at the flesh. Looking back and forth, then stabbed his finger out at a screen, and brought the feed up onto the screen right above him, zoomed the camera and reached out to pulls Kingmaker over, "Got him! The Boss is right. Last Carraige, about 5 feet 9 inches tall. Purple colored hoodie, with a crescent moon on the front. He's got a grey colored mini laptop bag on his right shoulder. SWAT boots, Dark haired. He's walking towards the steps leading to Bishops. Guys he should be walking towards you. He's near the inner station wall, trying to stay out of the main flow. Watch yourselves."

He kept the camera's going. And began to close off the inter platform passage ways. So their target couldn't slip past their people. Each inter platform shutter came down ahead of the man so it didn't look like they were open in the first place, "Come on guys. We need to nab this guy." He shut the last shutter closing it right beside Cavalier with a click.

"No way he's getting out unless he turns around and goes against the flow." His eyes flicked over, "Your 12 o clock along the wall. Lancaster, Cavalier can you see him?" he could now see both the team and the target on the same screen. And he got to see the moment the target realized what was in front of him.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Eric sat and fished out his own water bottle. Uncapping it and taking a drink, as he did he watched the big jug that Natalie lifts and drinks from. He chuckles a little. he nods. And takes a moment to collect his mind and thoughts, looking out the window as Victor came back around, driving the soldiers ahead of him. He hummed, watching them he could see Victor shouting, his armor, not fully on as he was missing the outer layer of armoring, as it was being retooled and updated. But he still looked like a walking tank in it. and he remembered seeing picture of Natalie in her armor. He hummed softly and nodded slowly. He steepled his fingers. And listened as he heard Victor shout, "I'm just pushing you physically! You need to move past everything you think is your limit. We're going to ask you to do shit you wouldn't believe! Popping Osama was easy, gunning down an ISIS insurgent is simple. We're going to be asking you to go places that will make you tired. But I'm just doing physical! You wait until the Major gets her hands on you!" He laughs, and suddenly hollers, "RUN!" He then lowers the M2 to and starts to unload, scattering the soldiers to the winds.

Eric smiles, and nods, as if this galvanizes his nerve, "Physio, upgrading my skills, whatever it takes madam. You need a third set of hands, then I will do it. Absolutely. You need a long rifle. Or a close range clean up. Then I will do it. I've got the training madam. And will go to the next level to keep up with you and the Master Sarge." The resolve is clear. He's hurt, but the man isn't going to give up that's for damn sure.

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The next several days were a riot. With the help of the base medics he worked at getting back to 100%. they squashed several months of physiotherapy work into a 2 and a half day hell course. Helping him to be able to get back to fit and full mobility. It also set him on the course to learning how to use just one eye and the rest of his senses to regain some semblance of depth perception. It starts awkwardly and was him groping at items, until he found them. But by the time he was ready to begin upgrading he was able to move nearly like he could before. He no longer guessed at distance and got a hold of his target everytime, if not completely the place he wanted to grab. By the time the VR training began he was at the point he was back in JTF2, steady and able. But not at the point he was when he worked beside Markus and his with Bluesword. The nearly solid 2 days of VR training had him almost to where he was before the operations.

It only got better and better after that. He began to run sims and kill houses. Starting small, interspersed with VR sessions to update his skill set. He used to be a front line medium infantry rifleman. Accurate, durable and deadly with a rifle in his hands. But with each run of the kill houses and the VR sessions he developed a new skill set. He learned how to be faster, quieter, not exactly a shadow. But he could sneak with the best of them now. His rifle skills expanded. From battle rifles and assault rifles to big bore, and carbines. He learned how to be alot more lethal in close range or at mid-range. Alot of his VR became operating in mis matched crews, training him how to move and support a heavy operator, or a team of heavy operators. In between VR training he retaught himself how to use weapons. It’s true what Natalie had said, usually someone like him who loses an eye, becomes dead weight. He is bound and determined not to let that happen. He trained his hands, arms, his whole body to make up for a missing eye. High reflex times got better. His speed, he bulked up abit in the process too. He still wore that patch over the stitched close and sealed eye socket. The tech boys were saying they were trying to put together a monocle system that would give him a sense of two eyes. But it wouldn’t be perfect.

It was learning how to shoot with one eye that was the hard part. His body he could prepare and retool all he liked, but it was retraining his eye to do it all again that created a problem. He worked hard to make it so he could do everything he could before. Standing with his back to a firing cubicle with rifles, or pistols or shotguns and go through a firing drill returned to being second nature.

And then there is the fire course was added into his daily routine. Usually in the evening or late afternoon. He’d make as many runs of it as he could. The kit would change day to day as well. Sometimes a rifle and pistol, or a SMG and a Shotgun, or a carbine and a marksman rifle. Or any combination there of. He ran it with a pair of pistols once, and another time with a pair of SMGs, he felt very Call of Duty that time and told the course master that which got a chuckle out of a people.

His times started long. five minutes, maybe a little longer, he quickly started to speed up, four minutes, three minutes forty, three minutes ten seconds, two minutes fifty seconds, on and on. He broke the regular soldiers record of one minute and fifty seconds only two days before the present day. And had been working to break the record sixty seconds flat. He had seen who had set the first one minute five seconds as Victor, then saw who took it away. And worked hard to try and get up there.

Now he made his way through the course. Alternating running, sliding, jumping and shouldering his way. He’d learned that anything goes in this situation. The bottom line is that you kill all the targets, in the time. His last run was sixty-four seconds. He knew he could do better. He powered through, the carbine he’d been given finally clicking empty. He ditched it, letting it swing on his shoulder, cinching the strap tight to his shoulder with one hand, while speed drawing, hitting the safety and wracking the bolt on the Browning Hi Power with his other hand. If this had been a video game or a movie, the lead stunt coordinator would be getting mad at him for pulling that stunt. But he just could not care at the moment. He put rounds into the next two targets quickly, head chest, tap tap, again and again. He leapt over a table, decking another target with a boot to the skull. His pace slowed only briefly, but he was keeping a a running count in his head, he still had time. The next section is the harder part. He had only a few moments to reload both his weapons and land single rounds on the plates. He had to do this clean.
As he came around the corner out of the course he dropped the mag of the Hi Power, flicking it aside, and slotting a new mag into place. Then quickly doing the same for the Colt style carbine. Shaking the magazine loose, and slotting another one in. He stepped up to the line, and began to take his shots, switching targets clean and true. The last carbine plate pinged and he put it on safe and let it hang as he drew the pistol again stepping up to the line. He was close he could taste it. So close. Pak pak pak, the targets rang as rounds bit into them. And then the klaxon. And the final plate heaved as the .357 round hit it just before he could draw a bead on it. He let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. The course lit up as the course master and his team quickly came out to reset the course. Eric popped a round free of the chamber, and put the Browning on safe. He looked up at Natalie and Victor on the rise above him, and grinned, “You did that one on purpose madam! I would have had that record if not for that slowing of my pace! I could have had you!” He shook his fist dramatically then made his way back to the start.

Victor hummed from where he stands beside Natalie. He’d been keeping his eyes on Eric, the man showed a great deal of skill and determination, despite the set back of his eye. He smiles, “He’s good. And if he’s running with us, he’s got the ability and the skills to do so.” He leaned back as Natalie pulled him close, and grinned, “oh that’s mean!” He chuckled out, “Oh so close.” He laughed, a booming laugh. Getting a searing look from Eric below. He canted his head and kisses Natalie’s neck, “You’re evil my dear. A Focused and pinpoint evil, but evil, and I love that about you.” He chuckled. And looked down as the starting alarm went off.

Eric bounced in place, jumping from foot to foot, he’d been handed a Deagle and the Hi Power. The Deagle tucked up to his chest. The alarm went off and he charged onto the course. Running for the kill house first as usual to clear out that section. He’d get it this time. The last run of the day. He’d do it he swears he would! The Deagle rose up in his hands as the first shot of this run sounded.

Victor nodded, “I think he’ll do. He needs a little polishing. But I think he’ll do.” Victor nodded then turned to grab a palmful of Natalie’s rear, squeezing firmly as he kissed her powerfully, “I need to go check on my newbies, they’re out on a night march. I’ll be back.” He peeled away from Natalie, giving her a wink, then disappeared into the night. Whistling a tune as he goes.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Eric had looked up at the medic as they took off. His one eye socket still wept blood, and the look on his face is lost and distant. He takes those deep, careful breathes steadily, "There...is alot of pain...a lot..." He lets out a hiss as the needles are pressed into his skin. And he takes a moment or two to enjoy the first rush. He nods, "Tripping...is probably a better thing then the pain right now..." Eric's eye shuts finally, and passes out. The rest of the ride is silent from the operator.

He wakes later, under the knife. Seeing the forceps come down to pull the 3 inch shard of glass out of his eye socket. It took 5 nurses the two surgeons and 3 orderlies to hold him down long enough to put him out again. At even then through sheer force of will, he tossed one of those orderlies across the room before the needle hit his shoulder and he is out. He wakes in a room, heart monitor beeping, a cast on his left arm where they found a bunch of micro fractures in his fore arm, both ankles bound up from sprains, it's a wonder he was able to walk on them. But it's the mass of bandages and thick gauze that covers his eye that tells him the true damage.

When the doctor came in and gave him the low down he had looked at the man with his single good eye and asked simply, "How long until I can get back out there?"
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Four Weeks Later
Blue Sword Ltd HQ,
Perth, Australia

Eric is jerked out of a doze as the C130 jolted as it hit the tarmac. Back in Perth, after spending some weeks in rehabilitation, another few days to make sure he's still qualified despite his depth perception issues. And atleast 5 days at home in Lethbridge, on forced leave, to give him some time to recover and process. He'd used the time to make sure he's in fighting fit.

He got to his feet carefully grabbing his kit bag and duffle. Getting up to join the line of Blue Sword troopers who are shipping in from leave. There are some mutterings as they look over at the thin, gaunt looking man with the grey toned ceramic eyepatch over one eye. alot of the words are curious, "Why is this guy here? He can't be able to shoot with that right? Is he Recon? Intell?" Someone a little over murmurs, "The gossip chains say one of the elite groups got shit on, he's the last one left..." Still another mutters, "I hear it was Osprey...I think that's Eric...the only member of the duo team...his partner was killed in their last op...that's one mad muthafucka over there boys...to still be walking after that shit mang." The rear opened, and the bay master calls out, "Move move! Clear the bay! Do not make me wait for you! We have gear to unload after you get off ladies!"

The Bay Master quiets though as Eric steps by, and even tugs the tip of his cap in respect to the man as he passes. Eric just looks ahead, the face of a man who's focused at the moment.

He steps out into the Australian heat, and takes a long deep breath of that warm dusty air.

In the distance he can hear a booming voice. Victor in full combat gear lopping along side some of the newbies, "What ever you may say about your military training, you are in Blue Sword Limited now. You are fodder for my training course. You are under my command until I say you are ready to step out there and represent this unit as a combat operative! I have stood beside giants literally and figuratively in the Marines, Special Forces and Black Operations groups. I have seen men bat grenades back at insurgents with their bare hands in the midst of open fire fights. I have seen men take rounds to the chest and come back and bury a bayonet in to the throat of the man who shot them! Until you can do that, cure cancer and then do my taxes at the same time you are not ready for Blue Sword. Do you see that Ammo bunker? Move! Laps!" One of the troops had the courage to call out, "How many sir!?" Victor turned to them, "Until I tell you to stop! Move!" He draws the rifle club off his hip and swings, sending the men running to stay ahead of the giant of a man.

Eric grins, "Like coming back home."

He turned, and started towards the administration building. He didn't go far though. He'd been trying to learn how to atleast approximate the sense of depth perception. And he wasn't perfect yet. but he could tell that the bad bitch herself is approaching him. He takes a few more steps, stops and snaps to attention. Major Natalie Denisova, no one in Blue Sword didn't know about the Major and the Master Sergeant. They are Blue Swords super weapons. Natalie with her rotary gun, and Victor with his Grenade machine gun. He'd been in the base taverna, and seen the pair put away 40 drinks between them, get roaring drunk, get into a bar fight with some visiting jarheads, then come out the next day fit and ready to go as if nothing happened. He waited until he guessed she was about 7 feet from him then snapped off a smart salute, "Madam." He tried not to wince when he could see her eyes roaming over him. The cast on his arm, the bandages peeking out of the tops of his boots, the bruises from where he had ping ponged around in the back of that car. Some of them still hadn't cleared. others were fading to a sickly yellow. But he felt it clear when she looked at his eye. He could feel the patch over it. And knew it looked bad, they had to cut open his face to get the shard out, and there was still a ruddy surgery scar showing over the top of the patch. Without thinking his hand came up to rest over the patch, his fingers briefly running over it, "Markus was my brother madam. I didn't think it'd be the right thing to roll over and leave off after what we did, and what he died for." He nodded, "There's always the ones somewhere, who somehow, stepped into the fire, and somehow managed to step out, burned, but alive. I'm just lucky. I heard about what happened to you madam. That was a miracle. But yeah we both stepped into that fire and came out. I don't want to leave the heat yet."

Eric followed along, hiding the slight hitch in his step from thw two nearly healed sprained ankles he had. He's mobile atleast, under his own power. When they entered Natalie's office he waited until she sat down, then sat down himself carefully, letting out a little grunt. He sat and listened through the talk, nodding as they went. He hummed, "Retirement...piloting a desk. Madam, all due respect. I think I'd being do you, the company, Mankind, my brother may he rest in peace, and myself a huge disrespect if I jumped on a desk and rode it down to the end. Dr. Strangelove I am not, but I'd rather jump on a rocket, aimed for the heart of an enemy stronghold. I don't want to leave the heat. And if push comes to shove, I'd rather leave my last out there in the shit, then here somewhere bubbling behind a desk madam." He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, "If I can still be of use, out in the field Madam, then that's where I want to be."

He nods slow, "I'd like to take that fire course madam. Prove that I can do this. I still got the chops I can do it. I may not be one hundred percent, but I can do it. I know I can. Skills like what we've all earned here in Blue Sword..." He trailed off a little as the rookie squad from earlier came tearing past the building, could be seen from almost every window in the room, and Victor's booming voice, "This isn't even full kit? You all said you were in the army? Is this what the army has left since I left? What the fuck! Keep moving all of you!" He had a large MG likely a .50. Held with one hand and arm, firing blanks into the air as he strode along behind the squad, "Until the one in the back stops flinching every time I pull the trigger we are not stopping!"

Eric grins, "We can't let the Master Sarge have all the fun can we? Madam, as much as I respect you taking your time...I think we both know where I need to be. I wanna be out there, walking and firing, I'll do what ever it takes, option A, riding a desk, no madam. That aint me." He gets to his feet, "Where ever you need me to go, what ever you need me to be, I'll do it. I got to much left in me."

Eric had to let out a long deep breath then and nods, "As a homage to my fallen brother Madam, I'll take any test that's needed. I got way too much to give and there's still loads of things to do." He nods and smiles, "Whatever it takes madam." He grunts then and sinks back down into the seat carefully, "Sorry...not one hundred percent. I can do this though madam I swear."

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Eric kept on firing through the back window, trying to hit the driver of the approaching truck. The ruts in the road and the swerving both trucks are doing didn't give him very good shots though. He growled, and to vent a little anger he kicked the man they had in the back of the head. He then drew another bead and tried to land a few more hits.

unlike his partner Eric wasn't belted in. He was free and loose. The truck that came barreling out of the trees hit the back end. And Eric felt himself lift off the floor of the back of the truck. He slammed into the cieling of the truck, then came down hard. He realized they are rolling, something had hit them and sent them flying. He felt his head slam against the floor and he blacked out.

He came too, when he was wrenched out of the truck and thrown to the ground. The world buzzed and keened. It took him awhile to realize was was going on. slowly he started to hear voices. People talking, someone yelling. It took him a moment or two for the daze to clear enough for him to recognize first the voice of Markus. He tried to open his eyes, and felt pain, he didn't know it at the time but during the roll his goggles had been ripped off, and a shard of glass had ripped open his eye. His left eye bled and sat useless now. But his right opened, bruised and bloodshot. He sighed, everything is blurry, "Markus.....I can't see man...I can't see...what's going on?" He heard the voice again, the commander it sounded like, "Markus? What's going on?" he felt someone grab him by the back of the head, and then he felt someone kick him in the spine. He hissed in pain, and fell forward. He growled, "Markus!? What the fuck is going?" His vision came back. In time to watch the soldier stab Markus. His world focused in and he got one last look right before Markus was tossed off the cliff.

Everything came into sharp focus. The pain in his head faded. As the soldiers chuckled over it they turned to look at Eric. One looked up the hill and started to climb. The other pulled out a taser and started to make his way over to Eric. He looked up, suddenly too, and Eric made his move. He didn't hear the first soldier drop. He was far to busy. He planted his boot into the soliders knee. The interesting thing about armoring. Is it's designed to stop bullets. But it was still supple, and could bend. Eric slammed the sole of his boot into the man's knee and felt it move then break. As the man screamed in pain Eric spun and kicked again,the sole of his boot again slamming into the man's face plate. And he felt nose, cheekbones and upper jaw shatter. The man dropped quickly. And eric lifted his foot again, and stomped once...twice...thrice...four time...five time...six...seven...until nothing. The man's head a pulped mess only kept in shape by mask, helmet and balaclava.

eric looked around as bet he could, then pulled his boot knife, cutting his bindings, then grabbed for his radio, "Break break break, Command this is Osprey Two Actual, Break for Osprey Two Actual!" A split second later he got a return, "Go for Osprey Two Actual." Eric growled as the pain started to return, "Command, Eric, Osprey two...Osprey One is KIA...Allies of mark attacked us...Markus is down...get a QRF here ASAP! Osprey two is wounded, can't get out on my own. Position is..." He rattled off their position, "Get a QRF evac team here now!" He groaned and limped to the cliff, looking over, the return sounded like, "Roger Osprey Two, QRF is in the air. Find cover and await extract."

When the QRF came in they found Eric had crawled down the cliff to retrieve Markus' body which had landed on a ledge. As the chopper came down and the soldiers jumped out, they found Eric leaning over Markus' body. He panted, "Get us out of here...before anyone else comes looking..." It's all he said, he didn't have the energy to say much more, as they took off Eric sat on the floor of the evac chopper, one hand bunched up in Markus' harness, "Wasn't going to leave him behind...couldn't leave my brother behind...he wouldn't have left me..."