BigPapaBelial

The Conflict

Alright bud.

Be safe, take your time.

The Conflict

Sorry that took so long, I kept getting side tracked with things. Be it a movie or a game. But I had the basis for that post going for awhile.

Hey character development!

The Conflict

Hayden helped pull the gate open then peeked outside, for now the area appears to be OPFOR free. So the quartet can head out and look over the Hilux. He hums, "For what we're going to need this thing isn't too bad." And as the others start to examine the truck, Hayden figures they need atleast one person one watch, he walks out a little into the narrow street, checking their surroundings. There's only two ways into the street. one to their North east and another to their Southwest, so only two ways to have to keep an eye on, all the builds but two show high walls along the street. And only on other entrance down near the North east mouth.

He listens as the others get things going. And it's likely only what ever paranoid spider sense he's developed over the years that gets him to turn, there's a cowled woman at the South west mouth, pointing down toward them speaking to someone he can't see. He watches then turns to make sure no one is coming from the other direction. He paces forward. he looks to make sure the others are okay, and upon looking southwest again, there are about four men, each of them armed, though only one with a gun, it looks like a short chopped down shotgun. the rest with clubs and in one case a mean looking serrated machete. As they begin to walk towards them, Hayden can see the grins on their faces as if they just found four fresh meat pies for the taking. Somehow having missed their weapons.

Hayden calls out, "Start the thing and lets get going right now, or knuckle up." He says to the other three, "We have Skinnys Southwest, 250 and closing." He still hasn't raised his LMG and another three are not walking from the southwest corner behind the first four, these three armed with small pistols. Hayden for a second thinks about just hosing them. But instead, keeps that dirty, dangerous beast under control. "200." He calls as he steps up and then raises the Bren to his hip, shouting down the street, "Stop right there!" And the sight of the big gun seems to give the first four pause, as they look at the muzzle of the great thing leveled at them, the three behind them though seek cover behind wall braces and debris on the street.

It's an indication of the situation around the city that these seven don't bolt at the sight of a LMG leveled at them, the prize of a truck, and whatever loot they can get off four people, must be absolutely enticing. Thinking they outnumber the four they see it as their payday.

And by the looks of it Hayden is just hanging on to what ever evil beast lays in his head and soul at the moment, his trigger discipline remains.

Raven Squad: Redux

Jamie

Jamie had gotten up once during the whole little get together before things became serious. And had poured himself a glass of Spicebox Canadian Whiskey, an affection that one of his uncles had gotten him into. A little extra burn as a drink goes down sure as hell doesn't hurt. He'd sat and sipped, at it, and mellowed a fair bit. As the night went on he'd sat quietly and listened and watched, there'd be time to truly say his peace later. For now he wanted to observe.

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Later as they sat and nursed plates of food and drink it was that Queen gave them the low down of the operation in mind. The Lights and Mediums of the group had it straightforward. He grinned abit, "Interesting madam. Your section of the operation sounds pretty simple."

After though as it was detailed what she had in mind for himself and Misa, he couldn't help but laugh. He looked across at Skye and nods, "If you like, in the future, I could ask my mother Colonel Denisova-Kanatariio for her version of the ballons. She had a version made to lift her in full armor as well. But for now yes madam I'm very familiar with the use of such ballons. Won't let you down madam."

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And still later found the Son of Brutal and Scion drifting on the air. A small pulse motor pushing him along assisted by a tail wind. Barely anything to really give an AAA or Manpad to lock on to him in the air. It's almost casual how he'd slung himself up into the wires hold up there so he's reclined and drifting. He remembers stories from his parents of them doing this too. And a few other things besides. But that's not something he wants to think of.

He remember his father saying that when close enough they could even provide CAS from the ballons. The rocket pod and his twinned HMGs would cause quite a stir from the air. Either way he drifted. The view of Ilha de Santo Antão, Cape Verde is wonderful from so far above. He clicks his comms with his chin as the sound of Queen's voice came to him, "This is Scion, I have some wonderful aerial photos of the area here madam. I'll show you when we're out of the AO. The sunrise as we crested into the AO was wonderful the clouds and hills and light. If this wasn't an operation I could submit it for some kind of award one thinks." He checked the timer for the mission, "Judging by the clock, should be a bit longer. We can start CAS before cutting cords and joining on the ground." He looked about in the sky then spotted Boba, "How are you doing over there Boba? Enjoying yourself? It's relaxing up here isn't it?"

Raven Squad: Redux

I'll get a post out here in a short bit boss. Swear to ya.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

Micheal Crane, Unbowed

Micheal walked over to the group from where he'd been sitting being seen too by a lovely little elven medic. Who kept talking about taking him home, feeding him good and training him up nice. He'd had to almost beat her back with one of his medicine bags before he could get away. His Rune Burns wrapped up in a poultice and bandages. Safer then trying to heal it with magic or modern medicine. He limps over to group, worn out and tired. Too much casting, protecting people, calling forth and summoning. So much had happened, so much had gone on. He gave a nod all around to those gathered as they were pulled together.

He sniffs and rubs his arm and the bandages, listening to their options. He looks around at the group. He nods, "If it's worth anything my friends. I think we should find out if there's a mole." He looks around the room, "It may be a problem in the end, and having an enemy at my back is not something I like the idea of. I really think we should investigate the OMR before we go out." He gives a nod, "But in the end I will follow and help as best I can. Just give me abit to recover." He holds up his arm, "Please?" He tries to smile, but the pain is clear in his expression.

The Conflict

Hayden shook his head, it didn't feel right he looked at Sean incredulously, "I don't think that's true." Hayden waves his hand, "No we got a mission, somemore potential pay. We go after Melani then? We better do this clean then." He looks up, already Malkia's people have split up and are trying coordinate a defense of their neighbourhood. Chatter can be heard as some talk on phones. Some ordering groups of their gang members to tighten up on strongholds and chokepoints into the neighbourhood. Others are being ordered to get the civilians to safety at public safehouses. There is talk about arming up, and making sure none of the fighting gets to bad. And if they have too, make sure kills are clean and bodies quickly cleaned up.

Hayden motioned, "We better move. Let's do this." Edgar looks up at them and motions to a dark corner of the room they are all in, "There is a door in the corner, which will lead you into a walled in courtyard. It will be locked behind you but it should give you an easy way out without being directly in a fire fight." Edgar tosses Sean a set of keys that might look familar, "You're vehicle will be out there. But with what's happening out there do not rely on it too heavily. Go. And if you survive we'll talk more." One of the high rollers of Malkia's gang takes Edgar's attention showing him something on their phone.

The trip out through the hidden tunnel doesn't take long, and soon they are coming out of a steel covered door leading into a courtyard. A thick concrete wall about 17 feet away separating them from the road by the sound of it. And the fighting beyond.

As soon as Hayden is out, he pulls one of the pan mags off his harness and attaches it to his Bren. Racking the bolt with a load Ka-Chak! He nods,, "I think we all know this isn't going to be a simple run in and gun." As if to emphasize there's the sound of gun fire just on the other side of the wall and the large iron gate set into it. But soon who ever was firing can be heard running away down the street, "This city is going to go to hell in a hand basket really fast at this point. The gangs fighting and the corporations going at it. We're likely in for a few fire fights on our way to Melani. So how do we wanna play this?"

Raven Squad: Redux

@FourtyTwo

All good man! IRL stuff takes priority. Just wanted to make sure we wouldn't be stepping on anyone's toes if some of us started posting again.

@Awesomoman64

Word thank you.

Raven Squad: Redux

Jamie

It'd been up at dawn for him. Just like some others. He'd grown up under the wings of Drakes and Dragons, who had hammered into him a regime of personal care and fitness.

So as Misa and Buki worked on their grappling. There had been a steady Clang....Clang....Clang Of a heavy bad and several hundred pounds of weights being moves. It's a leg day apparently as Jamie had been doing squats in a corner, the tall man grunting with each movement. No telling how much is on the bar, but it's enough to give the giant of a young man a work out.

As Misa continued to work, Jamie moved on to other exercises. Weighted crunches, working on his arms, more squats and leg work. Rowing. So much more. Even after the pair were wrapping up, the big man has a knee up on a bench and is working his arms, while weights are belted about his wrists and legs. It's grunts though no yells or growls, just soft grunts.

When Misa leaves Jamie has just started some cardio, running around the gym perimeter. This whole time not really paying huge amounts of attention to the pair, it's none of his business honestly. But it's interesting to see how Misa is training her AI, quite impressive really. He should message his uncle Carl, he's been working on an AI for the new suits the Blue Sword Juggs have been testing. Maybe he should mention Misa and what she's doing. It might help him.

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After sometime and a good shower, as well as a change of clothes, the big man of mixed blood, but of nearly everything good his parents could have given him genetically, arrives in the Rex Room. Prowling in like an apex predator could, but with none of thje bravado of someone who is used to being a predator. In fact he looks almost diffident. Which well...could be seen as strange as the stories of the young man say he's already blooded on the battlefield with Blue Sword, so why would he be shy and unconfident?

Fascinating.

He looks about the room, and quirks his head to the side, stepping over and sitting in an arm chair, ignoring the squeal of tortured springs as his big heavy frame folds into the chair. his attention is on the commander. And her music. A slow smile parts his features and he leans in closing his eyes and drifting on the music. The look of a giant cat maybe, trusting and quiet, but ready to spring into violence.

Jamie sits and enjoys the moment, mind on the music, fingers brushing his sweat pants in time to the fiddle playing, looking for all the world like nothing is the matter, and the people in the room aren't all trained killers somehow. With that fiddle playing, to Jamie anyway, known as Scion, son of Legends, it's just a gathering of like minded people, enjoying some time together.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

Even Xander calling to him about something else being his callsign does not bring him out of the happy little moment. The mention of food, not that either. There is a certain nourishment of the soul when it comes to music. Food can wait, your soul and your peace cannot.

Raven Squad: Redux

A Taste of the past

Name: Jamie Cole Kanatariio

Age: 24

Appearance:

Massive.

A good way to describe this man. Like his mother and his father, both legends of height, power and strength. Jamie himself inherited that. Topping out at near just short of 8 feet tall. Broad shouldered, powerfully muscled from head to toe. It's all meant for power and strength rather then body building, though if he wanted too he could put some of those sculpted fellas to shame. A head og long dark tresses shower down his back, reminiscent of his dear father, but he keeps his up in a top knot, or tucked up into the back of his helmet depending on the situation. Piercing grey eyes with flecks of bronze lookout around him, and naturally leather toned skin. Callused hands used to work, with the cuts and slashes and gashes on them that denote someone who works with tools and blades regularly.

Nationality: American/Russian/Norwegian joint citizenship

Callsign: Scion

Skills:

Natural Strength - Brought up by two people who prized their ability of natural strength, Jamie is no different, his lifting ability is incredible, he can toss 300+ pounds over his head with relative ease, carrying heavy loads by hand easily.

It All Rubbed off - Determination, Strength, Loyalty and Perseverance have been drummed into him by his parents and Uncles from Blue Sword. He will never give up no matter the situation.

Heavy Weapon Handling - And we're not talking SAWs or grenade launchers, though those have their place. We're talking things like the M134 and the GAU-19 which he can handle with relative ease really.

Trained Hard - A style of Karate, Brazilian jiu jitsu, though he doesn't favor it, his mother taught him swords, his father taught him the gunstock club. If need be he wouldn't need a gun to put down an enemy.

History:

You ever hear the saying, "It's interesting growing up under the wing of a dragon"? Well Jamie did that and more. He grew up under the wings of two Dragons. Two of the names that brought the idea of special outfits like Raven, and Scimitar into being. Not only that he was trained by two of the original Heavy Juggernauts themselves when they joined the Dragon's side. A pair of dragons and a pair of Drakes. Standing side by side.

The outfit before this, Blue Sword, run out of Perth, Australia. One of the premier Private Mercenary Companies in the world, the CO before the Dragons came in is lost ot history overshadowed now by the Dragons. Who are they? Victor Kanatariio and Natalie Kanatariio nee Denisova. And the Drakes? Carl Cardinal and Ross Henderson, the two original Juggernauts that the American army fielded some almost 30 years ago now.

It was into this that Jamie was born, under the wings of Dragons and Drakes. Trained with his sisters, and in the art of combat by some of the best, and alognsome of the best.

But as time went on, Blue Sword atleast for Jamie kind of grew old. So he went to his commanding officers his parents, and uncles and presented an idea. he wanted to see how other outfits worked. Compare them to Blue Sword, learn new skills. The quartet working so close knew tons about all manner of outfits forming. And they did some politicking. Got in contact with people they knew. And had Jamie made known to the newly formed Raven. And soon he was on a plane to the new base to meet the new crew. A crew that didn't know much about his past and wouldn't treat him like the son of legends.

Personality: Jamie happens to be quite well socialized. A jolly, kind and happy young man. Has quite a dirty mouth on him which just stems from the fact he grew up around mercenaries. A story is, one of his first words was, "FUBAR!" followed a few days later by "Fuck!" Which caused his father to laugh for 7 minutes straight. His mother was torn between tanning the hide of the merc that taught him that, smacking his dad, or laughing along. On the field he's business first, but has been known to crack a pun or add a witty limerick here and there.

Tactical Suit:

Son of Brutal

A derivative suit created under the picky eyes of his parents. The Son of Brutal is a powered armor that gives near full protection except for some weaker joints and the power pack on the back of the suit. A combination of ceramic plates, armored alloys and spacing allows the armor to survive up to 40mm rounds. Though some Anti Material rounds give it a hard time. Nor can it stand up to sustained punishment. But luckily it's power supply can be shunted into allowing Jamie to run at high speeds then normal to get out of sustained fire.

Weapons:

Main Armament - A Linked pair of FN Browning M.1939 heavy machine guns, belt fed and air cooled as normal. Both barrels of the guns fire when the trigger is pulled. They are quite light when held with the armor.

Secondary Armament - A VEPR-12 automatic shotgun for when he has to fend off enemies as a closer range.

Support gear - A shoulder mounted rocket pod holding 12 mini-rockets, first used by his father. And have since been upgraded. Mini smart munitions that will use a HUD based lock on system that then track their targets in a FnF fashion.

Equipment:

Reload canisters for the rocket pods. He'll tend to carry 3 of them, stowed right beside the pod on his right shoulder so an auto loader will slot new rockets in after the pod has been emptied.

Smoke, flash and other types of disturbance grenades and ordnance, that will allow him to move to his objective without too much interference. And allow him to support the lighter operatives to move as well.

Ammo for his Shotguns and a second hopper of ammo for the twin linked HMGs.

Hobbies:

Woodworking - Jamie is what was once known as a Turner, or a wood worker. He's good with his hands, and has made his parents work desks and his uncles desks as well by hand. He's often commissioned by military personnel to put desks or other items together for them.

Strength Events - Blame his dad who was the WSM champion several years running. Jamie doesn't go that hard, but he's won a few Strong Man Championships in the past.

Ritual and Rite - He got into the First Nations dance circuit and takes part in the Sun dance, Horse dance and ghost dance regularly.

Likes:

The feel of a new piece of wood waiting to be carved.

Listening to the stories of a veteran.

The love of family.

Dislikes:

A person in authority misusing it.

Disrespect of people who work hard for their livelihoods