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Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

The Battle Goddess does not fail

Banged up, armor a little dented in a few places. She sighed then let out a roar. She hunkered her shoulders down. hammer held to her side. her armor picking up on her intention, and sealed and shield emitters kicked in. A dull blue glow forming over her chest, neck and waist areas, and abit on her shoulders. It's still a limited technology, her teams still working on them. She bowls past the carcass of the IFV that had caught her unaware. the bulk of the machine shoved out of the way. IFV units and their supporting soldiers treated toa glimpse of glowing, charging, howling death as it hurtled towards them. She'd have done her father proud, a man who had flipped a russian heavy troop truck once by himself. Or her mother who had held open a blast door all on her own once. The fist IFV she hits, is with her shoulder, it rocks, she stops....briefly before she leans in then up, the IFV spinning a full 180 degrees through sheer velocity and strength of the person who hit it. She charges into the midst of the rest of them. Her hammer whistling, as she slams it down on the barrels of guns, sending infantry support flying from the massive blows.

With a running cry she slides towards a poor light armored ISV support vehicle and with a shout out of her external comms unit calls, "FORE!" And swings the hammer like a 9 wood up, it almost looks like she's going to core the engine out of the poor thing, until the hammer catches on something, the engine blasting up out of the hood, catches on a support, and lifts the ISV up and off it's tires, hurling it up and onto it's roof.

It's about then that Freya thinks she's had about enough, the rest of the team working on the rest of the baddies. She turns and charges off the field with a cackling laugh.

Oh it's been a good day.

Raven HQ, Back on the Farm

Medics Office

Any surprise that quite a few people took some dings during that fight?

Maybe Freya is lucky she had all that armor on her, and the shield emitters besides. But even she isn't totally immune to damage. So here she sits in a bed purpose-built for the bigger folks on the team. She sighs and rests there, one of the nurses looking her shoulder over. In Freya's defense, with adrenaline pumping, and explosions and shooting and swinging the Starbreaker, she hadn't really felt it at the time. The Nurse shakes his head, "Honestly Big Girl, how is it you didn't feel it when that round hyper-extended and dislocated your shoulder? It's amazing you could still use it, must hurt like hell." Freya sighs and looks at the big mass of bandages and ice packs on her shoulder almost reaching up to her neck and about half way down her upper arm. The 30mm round form that IFV hadn't broken the armoring but it had shoved her shoulder out of place and way way out of it's socket. They'd managed to pop it back in on the way over, but now she's packed up and tied up like this until the muscles, and ligaments and everything can calm the fuck down. Freya shrugs her good shoulder, "Heat of the moment I guess. How long?" The nurse hums looking at the record, "2 weeks for normal use 3 and change for combat use. 4 and a half at the minimum for safety though savvy?" Freya nods, and reaches over to try and pull her shirt up over the big packet of bandages, "Thank you..."

Later

"What do you mean?"

The anger and rage in the voice can be heard even from the far corner of the rec room that Freya is sitting in.

"Well...see while you were gone...we ran a few more tests on the Rail Cannon."

Freya stares at the laptop camera, urging the physicist on the other side to continue, "Test 97-a and 97-a2, Test 97 as you know we made before you left. Ummm well 97-a went off without a hitch...but the round missed the target and buried itself in the sea floor somewhere...well somewhere near Tonga. I swear Doctor we have two teams searching for the slug!" The sound of the man on the other end of the call is placating. After abit of silent seething Freya then asks, "And the other test?" The man can be heard audibly swallowing, "Uh...Madam..Test...test 97-a2 was an unmitigated disaster..." There's a pop and the sound of softly squealing metal as Freya squeezes and crushes the metal cup she had in her hand, "Explain...carefully."

The man swallows again, "Moments before firing in Test 97-a2...there was a catastrophic failure on the magnets and the cooling coils. When the countdown ended...the railgun exploded...and we have a cleanup team inside the lab gathering and cataloging everything...we were just waiting on your return so we could begin the write up ont he failure. On the good side, DARPA says they are still willing to take the experiment up come the end of the test period because that's only 2 failures out of 99 tests so far." Freya sighs lifting the useless cup up and pulling it free of her hand, "I swear I leave for just a few days and everything goes to hell." She groans, "Send me the reports. I'll get started on a preliminary report then send it around for addendums." She sighed and looked about to throw the lap top across the room, until she thought better of such a childish action.

With a long slow breath she calmed, then looks around, "My apologies..." She said looking about the room.

Getting up the giant red head, headed for the bar, she needed something harder then a protein shake to get over what she just learned. Finding a bottle of vodka, the stuff her mother would drink sometimes, pouring herself a healthy dose and sipping at it at the kiten bar counter.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

That one muscled up Caster, Michael Crane

Mike moves up the last of his breakfast with the remains of one of the waffles. No bit of egg, bacon or hashbrown left on the platter. No way no how! As he did he looked at the information before them, the sign in list, the camera feeds. As moments were slowed he'd check the sign ins to make sure the pei0le there matched up. Everything seemed above board. He noted a few times when strange occurrences like a department lead talking with a merc or a team meeting in an odd area. But nothing seemed to be too off from what he knew of the OMR.

He gave his tea a sip then blinked, he was reaching for the pause button when Amanda beat him to it, "That isn't right...no I saw that too...that does look like Mosley...but wouldnt Avi had been...somewhere else entirely?" He reached over and dialed the footage of the Mosley look alike moved back and forth abit, "Speaking from experience, there are some creatures who can mimic sound and shape...the whetigo and the wendigo can do so to a limited extent, but that's a natural ability and doesn't stand up to much scrutiny." Raven cleared his throat, then spoke "We tricksters can mimic sound form and function, but the illusion falls apart if we can't match knowledge." Manabozho snickering a little, earning a dope slap from Raven.

Mike sighed at his diefic friends antics. He nodded, "I guess the only way to go from here is to the garage, see if this Mosley left that way." He couldn't believe it not even abit. He looked over at Red and Faye hoping they got more here then he could add. "We can't be that compromised right guys? I dont like the idea that a mole could be on our team. It doesnt feel right."

The Conflict

Hayden nodded and moved slightly to the side just in case the others decided to rush or enter the kill zone. And they indeed did. He mounted his Bren on a overturned desk. And did what an LMG is used best for. Reaching out with a hand he made some quick C-form measurements, thumb and pinky held out to the side of a closed fist keeping some distance between his teammates and...the rolling chatter of his Bren as he starts to fire.

Credit where it's due, the rifles the others used ate great weapons, tough and they hit hard. But there's a bit of a difference between them and a heavier gun like the Bren. The long barreled monster was designed to shoot down aircraft and as a squad weapon. And it shows. As the rounds he puts out cause a few of the until then hidden skinnies to dodge back into their hiding spots. Atleast after the first few were riddles with several holes. The gun doesn't hit as fast as newer guns, but it hits hard. Throwing one poor bastard through a pane of scrap glass. Another having his arm removed when two round punch through his shoulder. He fell screaming in horror.

And then the action had moved far enough up, he called l, "Displacing..." He sounds put together, like the gunfire this time has kept his mind stable...what's the trigger? What makes him see red black and white, and what makes him seem stable, an enigma within a puzzle. Hayden almost deadlines the Bren up pulling the pry 30 round clip off the top, sliding it into the empty pocket to be reloaded later. And with a huff one of those 100 round pans is removed off his harness, slapped u0 top the gun, fitted with a thump of his fist and the gun full charged just as he riches the wall with Sean, he peers at the Irishman the battle high clear in everyone. A look for Kat to make sure she's okay, a look Beth then as he steps around, knee chambered he hears a cry of rage the click of something one handed maybe? He dodged luck pure luck ad some bug slug punched through the door and would have cored Hayden right in the gut. He growled, hollering, "Hey bitch, suck my dick!" Then back kicked the door open enough for Sean to get the grenade in, "Fire in the hole!" A curse from with, the door shooting off its hinges outwards. And just like Sean said, Hayden turns the side of the door braces the big gun on his hip, sling tight, and the hose begins.

100 rounds. One hundred. Brass flying, rounds hissing. Sparks from within the room even as the black smoke from the grenade still hasn't cleared.

One hundred rounds. The muzzle of the Bren sweeping an arc back and forth hosing the inside of the room.

And it's only when the gun clicks empty that it finally ends, Hayden standing there panting, now his eyes are glassy, now he's not all there, but this is different this isn't the blind blood rage from the earlier fights, this is a gun high.

Hayden puffs and releases his white knuckled grip on the Bren carefully and goes for his pistol, "Let's clear it..." He gulps then reaches up to pat the top of his head, "On me." The classic sign. And they are headed into the room.

And one by one the bodies come in to view. Skinnies hit by the grenade. And quickly those who had been hit by that hosing from the LMG. Hayden steps left from the door, pistol held ahead, reaching one of the far corners turning to watch as others come I to the room, "Clear..." And his eyes go right to the queen bitch her self. Some how unlike the others in the room she's barely clinging to life.

For how long who knows. She sits and croak and coughs, a mangled revolver in one hand her rebar stake held in a blooded hand on the other side. Sheer spite and evil keeping her breathing. She lays against what looks like a safe glaring at the team. Yes that is a very angry woman.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

And sorry for the double post, but made an edit to include something I missed. Think it adds character

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Sorry that took so long my shifts wear me out. Decent post though right?

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

High Tech Battle Goddess, Frigga

"She's...around here..." The Opfor soldier said as he and 7 others stood behind some C-Can containers, "Jewel Squad said she was coming this way. Trying to meet up with the other big orge of a guy on the other side of the yard...that's what they think anyway." The pointman peeked around the corner of the C-Can. one of the others calling, "Jaques? Anything ou..." He never finishes as Jaque goes flying, the impact of a fist sending him spinning off and bouncing off a railing then another C-can before coming to rest limp. And coming around the corner, Frigga. Tall, graceful for all her size, and clearly battle ready. Her AEW held in hand flicks and whirrs. The soldiers level their rifles and begin firing, automatic fire pattering off the giant woman's armor. She levels her own weapon, the tip of it clattering and opening, then with a crackle a lance of lightning crackles out of it, coring through the soldiers. Frigga hums waving away some smoke left over, "Hmmm, finally on my way." She growls into the comms unit.

@ReusableSword

First she links up with Ogre. Striding up beside him, energy rifle held to her side, and the Starbreaker, held on handed to her side, the heavy weight head of the massive combat maul almost like a toy as she whirls it in short circles at her side, "Ahhh there you are my large friend." She grinned watching him punch a hole into the ship then dump several tear gas canisters inside, "Ahhh you know how to show a lady a good time I see." She chuckles, and swings her rifle up into it's holster. Then reaches back and up pulling the Suns Core down and into position. Cries of distress and pain, and the patter of feet. And the first of many pattered out. Clawing at their faces, eyes running with tears, noses running with snot. The first coughing and shouting, "Ahhh it burns!" And then Frigga leapt in among them. The man looks through blurry eyes as the Suns Core roared. Bright hot blue plasma, the fourth state of matter, and near as hot as the Corium that burned through the Chernobyl powerplant floor floods out. The man has a brief moment to scream, "IT BURNS!" Before the super heated material consumes him.

Frigga hums, and sprays another enemy soldier before her comms unit beeps. She looks over and spots the stream of soldiers coming out of the ship, "Copy that Queen, targets sighted." The giant of a woman turns and starts to stride that direction. She soon breaks into a jog, then a run. And in the span of 10 long running strides her suit whirrs and switches from combat mode into travel mode. different coding and power pathways activating, and soon she's sprinting across the ground. The enemy have only enough time to witness something akin to a female shaped locomotive before she's barreling into a knot of enemies, smashing and crushing into them. Hammer in hand again, and so restarts the whirling dance of death. She's there as cover to let Ogre get at the rods after all. And she does her job well.

Frigga is inside the ship when she hears, "Shit! Bomb drone's been hacked, everyone, fucking run and split!" She turns towards the front of the ship, and is about to start moving, when the damn thing touches down...hard. And poor Frigga is inside a tube...the chamber of a gun...and all that pressure gets shunted right down the ship. Her comms unit crackles as she lets out a hiss of pain. Her mask sealing even more then it was before, but the sound enhancers on the outside short and all she can hear is a vibrating echo in her head.

She's moving, how is she moving...where is she going...what the...why is everything so dull. Why can't she hear the team? Something about IFVs? Asking if people are okay. Her voice is thick as she tries to speak without being able to hear, "Frugga...ch...cheek....cheeking...on...cun...jear...'ead...rinng...oky...doo."

She steps out into the open, the open air allowing her mask to slide open and she breathes steady trying to come back to herself, the ringing lessening slowly. She reaches up to rub at her eyes, thinking coming back into focus. Standing there as survivors of the opfor stagger away as well. She doesn't have the presense of mind right then to do anything, still coming back to herself.

Until one of the reinforcement IFVs shows up. Turns a 20mm cannon on her. And several rounds slam into her. She staggers and then turns and dives for cover, something someone in such large armor really should not be able to do. She groans and gets into a crouch behind about a foot of steel hull plating the height enough for her to kneel behind, "I believe My Queen, I have just escaped from one of the IFVs." She looks at her HUD for a short bit then growls, "Minor damage to armor plating, though I think I have a dent on an actuator that might make using the AEW a bit of a problem." She slides her hand around her cover, a camera in her vambrace allowing her to see the IFVs and back up soldiers as they gather, "Interesting. They aren't shooting yet boss lady..." She chuckles over the radio, "I think they believe they can win." She looks about for Ogre, "Ogre? What's your twenty? I can wade into this alone at first but as my mother would say, 'I'd really like my bodacious ass covered.' Where are you so I know which way to point it?"

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Dr. Kanatariio

Homestead...and an explanation

Freya hummed looking up as others filtered in. Eyeing the others as they come in. Mateo, interesting fellow. Asim, she can respect another giant. Xander, Michele, Stafford, all unique and curious folks. Ah and Samantha, hmm another curious person. Her mom was right, it's always nice to leave a comfort zone and get to know new people.

Freya sighs and looks to Skye, "No no, madam, not a laser, light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation, is so sci fi. No no, what the team was testing was a step forward in the coil gun or mass driver technology. Firing a tungsten slug weighing about 2 pounds, through a series of magnetic coils, which then imparts an electrical charge to the slug. When it exits the...well for lack of better word, barrel of the weapon, it's traveling fast enough to be near undetectable, and hits with the force of 50 HESH tank rounds." She smiles proudly as she sashays out to the group, "If the prototype works, DARPA will take over in a few years, and then Sweden wants to hire my team to create combat version of a gamma-ray lens weapon. Now that will be a laser-type weapon we can talk about." She grins, grabs a drink from the fridge and winks.

Can we all say science geek?

She grinned over at Xander, "Tell you what, show me your blueprints for some of your work, and I'll give you the pass code to my lab here on the island. That seems like a good trade." She chuckles softly.

Frigga, The battleground Goddess

It take a Village

Frigga looked about listening close as orders are given out. She nods then waddles over to Skye's DPV, climbing up onto the back, and flashes a thumbs up, "Ready when you are madam." then looking over and crowing to Ogre, "Eh! Big man! Be careful! And don't do anything too fast, I'm your cover remember? I'll see you on the other side."

She grabbed one of the rails in the back of the DPV. the AEW Beta in her other hand resting over top of the vehicle.

And then they are off.

Record scratch...yep...that was me

Roaring over the top of the dune, Frigga braces herself, shaking her head then eyeing her HUD. Quickly the comms-unit connecting with what the rest of the team is seeing. And a target rich environment it seems. LAVs, infantry running about, the mech actting a little strangely. Frigga's weapon letting out crackling lances of white hot energy, blowing infantry off their feet and nearly incinerating the ones that actually get hit.

She suddenly ships her gun, and grabs her hammer off her back. And as Queen keeps driving, Frigga lets go of her handhold, and causing the DPV to wheelie briefly from the force of the movement, Frigga jumps up, sailing 17 feet into the air, hammer held one handed, the immense thing seeming to be wielded so easily in one hand by the giantess.

A group of infantry who are in cover, watch on and begin to pepper Queen's passing DPV with small arms fire. Missing completely that there's something missing from it. Finding it odd as the DPV's forward motion corrects the front wheels hitting the ground again. One of them shouting, "Who the fuck are these people!? What the hell? What do the want Colm?" Colm another infantry man reloads his rifle, "Hell if I know Jace. Just keep firing, command should..." he never finished what he has to say as Colm is driven to the ground by Frigga's armored form, he'll survive though as it was a glancing blow but he won't be using his arms for some time. JAce though is a little less lucky. As the whistling head of Starbreaker comes hissing through the air. It slams into Jace's left shoulder and almost liquifies his shoulder and ribcage on that side, a lung collapsing and pain shutting his body down, but he has front row seats as he's still conscious as the giant valkyrie themed warrior goddess spins and sweeps, that hammer sending the squad he belongs to flying and rolling to the ground. It's over in under a minute. Jace, former soldier of this Kazakhstan military force blacks out, watching Frigga walking towards the ship. He'd have a story to tell later.

Frigga steps clear of where she landed, looking about getting a picture of what else is happening. She nods then chins her mic, "Frigga on the ground, making for the ship. Ogre, I'll meet you there. Don't stand me up." She chinned off the mic and began to jog her way towards the ship steadily, unshipping the AEW in her left hand as she goes, lashing off bolts of white bright hot energy at target sof oppurtunity as she goes.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

REQUIEM aeternam dona ei eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat ei eis. Requiescant in pace. Amen.

Fare well we barely knew ye.

Or so I assume.

*starts to pull the shroud over the RP*

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

@Wayward

Damn. I feel that though. Believe it or not *Ripley's jingle* I have had that happen to me in the past too. It sucks. I feel you man.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

I do apologize that post of mine was made from a phone and fat fingers do not a typo free post make. I'll clean it up tonight after work.

Yes I just read it over myself and am fairly embarrassed by all the typos