Ah awesome! Nice little post- yeah I'll get it all set up!
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I've RP'd for the best part of over 14 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
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No worries! Whenever you get the chance- I've been a bit tired due to work of late!
No worries! Whenever you get the chance- I've been a bit tired due to work of late!
No worries man!
Yeah nothing too major- I've jumped ahead with one part of the post but it's up to you if you want to follow that up, put filler in, hold it back or all three! Apologies if that was a bit of a leap!
Whilst Max dozed off to the land of dreams, the rest of Viper had continued on, not immediately going off to catch some shut-eye.
Anna in particular was busy at hand with checking the optics on her helmet-mounted NVGs, while Maxine had taken a book to hand, the rabbit reading a science-fiction novel she had recently gotten into- part of a longer series, so this would keep her hopefully occupied for a long more downtime. The Flemish Giant was a caring bunny, with her long floppy ears set back and a gentle light-brown fur, a true squad mum in every sense of the word. Caring perhaps, a warm alternative to Anna, who seemed to be in her own zone of things. She had a partner back home she wanted to have children with, perhaps after all this was said and done. The pension would be good but for now, she knew she had a purpose to serve in this team, helping them out. She flicked the page, listening in on both conversations of the two teams, but mostly keeping to herself as well, knowing she'd get some sleep soon.
Meanwhile, Logan headed over towards the rest of Python, a little exitable and chuckling at the sight of Silverwind keeping his eye open despite being basically asleep.
"I suppose sleeping in combat does that to you, heh. Max is way too much like that." Logan commented to the team, chuckling as he sat down by them, wanting to mingle and join in with another team whilst his own was occupied with their own little bits and pieces.
The red squirrel's soft Scots accent contrasted heavily with Catriona's, the red-headed Highland cow in the corner opposite to the recon team's squirrel. Logan had a gentle short hair, with his bushy tail righting him on every turn and every movement. Of Viper Team his energy and enthusiasm was second to none- he had a certain cardio that just couldn't be beat, combined with an incredibile ability to climb and just mantle up and over any restraint. Grapple hooks were not something he leaned on, and that energy he brought to the table was why he sometimes carried a DMR of his own, alongside his trusty laser designator. His look was almost the sort of Redwall-esque, medieval look you'd find in a red squirrel, a demeanour that looked like it hadn't been fazed nor stunned by what he had joined in for. Then again, doing just a year so far in Recon hadn't taken it's toll on him. Perhaps it never would, if he kept this rate of enthusiasm up...
"Anyone up for some cards? There's no way I'm gonna be sleeping anytime soon!"
---
A few hours later, and the lion had woken up almost perfectly on time with the wobble on his wrist, his watch waking him up with a gentle buzz. Yawning, the lion pulled himself up, seeing the sight of the team also pulling themselves awake, a bit earlier than him to the Warrant Officer's disdain. Well, he had them drilled....but he needed to be earlier. Damn it.
Nonetheless, the lion yawned noisily and brushing his hair aside, stood up to take a look at Anna placing her Corvid pack on her seat, the pack mounted up. She slid her legs through the parachute harness and brought it up onto her shoulder along with the wingpack that was attached to it, running through the wingpack's calibration. As sleek as the wingpack was so too was the black feline, a tool that looked like it fit her perfectly as she began to tighten her harness up. She took the flight-helmet too that was attached to the "neck" of the pack, and ran through the pre-checks of the O2 tank she would carry, attaching her combat helmet on her tactical pack stowed on her front.
"Nothing like it, eh?" Max asked, Anna nodding affermatively and in her silent manner, as the other team members followed suit, weapons stowed on their sides and unloaded. Running through a few more things, Anna took the full-face helmet once more and popped it over her head, the tinted visor making it almost impossible to see the noir-jaguar's face through the polycarbonate, as she tested the wing's extension.
"Radio check, one-two, Actual." She spoke into the radio, coming through on Max's end as he gave a thumbs up.
"All clear, Spectre. Viper Team, get yourselves set. Forty-minutes worth of this, hook your O2 supplies up to the aircraft supply- then five minutes prior, switch to your own recirculating supplies. None of you are fuckin' passing out on me, so no shit here." Max reiterated to them, the team replying with a simple agreement respectively, as he himself checked over the rest of his kit. Peering through the window, the clouds far below illustrated that they were holding at high altitude, an air that was cold and low in oxygen content. Inside their metal shell they weren't affected by it, but soon they would be out there and seeing it for themseles, that cold relentless sky never holding back.
And with that, Viper was slowly but surely getting ready. Even Logan, who had actually gotten some sleep in was somehow getting himself set up in spite of the fact that the squirrel had now tempered himself back down to focus. Sitting there, packs on and equipment ready to go, they were in their own zone for the moment being. Max knew that his team was awake before the rest of Python as well as Silverwind, so knew he'd probably have the difficult responsibility of waking up his commanding officer, the lion thought to himself. If he wasn't awake already that is...
"Boss, sorry to wake ya. We're thirty mins out now. Viper's on pre-breathe- we just need to get inside our GEARS before they open that big bloody rear door." Max calmly said, looking across to his own GEAR, the lion keeping a hold of his pilot's helmet in his hand for a moment as he heard a little more hubub of movement with regards to the aircraft crew.
"It's a bloody fine day to fly a big hunk of metal in..."
Anna in particular was busy at hand with checking the optics on her helmet-mounted NVGs, while Maxine had taken a book to hand, the rabbit reading a science-fiction novel she had recently gotten into- part of a longer series, so this would keep her hopefully occupied for a long more downtime. The Flemish Giant was a caring bunny, with her long floppy ears set back and a gentle light-brown fur, a true squad mum in every sense of the word. Caring perhaps, a warm alternative to Anna, who seemed to be in her own zone of things. She had a partner back home she wanted to have children with, perhaps after all this was said and done. The pension would be good but for now, she knew she had a purpose to serve in this team, helping them out. She flicked the page, listening in on both conversations of the two teams, but mostly keeping to herself as well, knowing she'd get some sleep soon.
Meanwhile, Logan headed over towards the rest of Python, a little exitable and chuckling at the sight of Silverwind keeping his eye open despite being basically asleep.
"I suppose sleeping in combat does that to you, heh. Max is way too much like that." Logan commented to the team, chuckling as he sat down by them, wanting to mingle and join in with another team whilst his own was occupied with their own little bits and pieces.
The red squirrel's soft Scots accent contrasted heavily with Catriona's, the red-headed Highland cow in the corner opposite to the recon team's squirrel. Logan had a gentle short hair, with his bushy tail righting him on every turn and every movement. Of Viper Team his energy and enthusiasm was second to none- he had a certain cardio that just couldn't be beat, combined with an incredibile ability to climb and just mantle up and over any restraint. Grapple hooks were not something he leaned on, and that energy he brought to the table was why he sometimes carried a DMR of his own, alongside his trusty laser designator. His look was almost the sort of Redwall-esque, medieval look you'd find in a red squirrel, a demeanour that looked like it hadn't been fazed nor stunned by what he had joined in for. Then again, doing just a year so far in Recon hadn't taken it's toll on him. Perhaps it never would, if he kept this rate of enthusiasm up...
"Anyone up for some cards? There's no way I'm gonna be sleeping anytime soon!"
---
A few hours later, and the lion had woken up almost perfectly on time with the wobble on his wrist, his watch waking him up with a gentle buzz. Yawning, the lion pulled himself up, seeing the sight of the team also pulling themselves awake, a bit earlier than him to the Warrant Officer's disdain. Well, he had them drilled....but he needed to be earlier. Damn it.
Nonetheless, the lion yawned noisily and brushing his hair aside, stood up to take a look at Anna placing her Corvid pack on her seat, the pack mounted up. She slid her legs through the parachute harness and brought it up onto her shoulder along with the wingpack that was attached to it, running through the wingpack's calibration. As sleek as the wingpack was so too was the black feline, a tool that looked like it fit her perfectly as she began to tighten her harness up. She took the flight-helmet too that was attached to the "neck" of the pack, and ran through the pre-checks of the O2 tank she would carry, attaching her combat helmet on her tactical pack stowed on her front.
"Nothing like it, eh?" Max asked, Anna nodding affermatively and in her silent manner, as the other team members followed suit, weapons stowed on their sides and unloaded. Running through a few more things, Anna took the full-face helmet once more and popped it over her head, the tinted visor making it almost impossible to see the noir-jaguar's face through the polycarbonate, as she tested the wing's extension.
"Radio check, one-two, Actual." She spoke into the radio, coming through on Max's end as he gave a thumbs up.
"All clear, Spectre. Viper Team, get yourselves set. Forty-minutes worth of this, hook your O2 supplies up to the aircraft supply- then five minutes prior, switch to your own recirculating supplies. None of you are fuckin' passing out on me, so no shit here." Max reiterated to them, the team replying with a simple agreement respectively, as he himself checked over the rest of his kit. Peering through the window, the clouds far below illustrated that they were holding at high altitude, an air that was cold and low in oxygen content. Inside their metal shell they weren't affected by it, but soon they would be out there and seeing it for themseles, that cold relentless sky never holding back.
And with that, Viper was slowly but surely getting ready. Even Logan, who had actually gotten some sleep in was somehow getting himself set up in spite of the fact that the squirrel had now tempered himself back down to focus. Sitting there, packs on and equipment ready to go, they were in their own zone for the moment being. Max knew that his team was awake before the rest of Python as well as Silverwind, so knew he'd probably have the difficult responsibility of waking up his commanding officer, the lion thought to himself. If he wasn't awake already that is...
"Boss, sorry to wake ya. We're thirty mins out now. Viper's on pre-breathe- we just need to get inside our GEARS before they open that big bloody rear door." Max calmly said, looking across to his own GEAR, the lion keeping a hold of his pilot's helmet in his hand for a moment as he heard a little more hubub of movement with regards to the aircraft crew.
"It's a bloody fine day to fly a big hunk of metal in..."
No worries! Fun little post- I'm gonna just put a short one up in a moment- just pushing forward a little bit with Viper kitting up a little early!
I thought I was going to do a short post, but I really wanted an introspective post into Max- I think I channel a common theme of pragmatic fatalism into my characters (Max certainly has parallels with Jan but I'd say he's far more exiting and a little more centrally flawed!).
Max nodded in response to Silverwind's comments, taking into account what the wise old hand that was his commander had to say. The chaos of it all, Max had to say, was something he enjoyed and somehow used to his advantage. Where others saw distractions and problems, he saw flexibility and the ability to rip up the playbok that normal warfare almost rote-demanded. In particular the fact that they were theoretically on the guerilla side meant that they could use more disgresion to
"Aye, sir- nothing for granted in a place like that it sounds like. I can work with that." Max said, chuckling as he heard the engines kicking in, the aircraft wobbling and erupting into noise. Well, that was the end of long meaningful conversations, the lion chuckled....and probably as Silverwind said, a good time to grab a seat.
"Yeah, you're about right there...I'm gonna grab some sleep till we're closer in. I need a bit of headspace, Colonel- I'll be back in a few." Max understated, almost a classic trait, knowing full well a "few" meant a few hours in reality...
Grabbing a seat in the seated area of the stealth transport, the lion knew that the quicker he got some shut-eye in, the better. Less time to think about just how insane this was about to be. He loved it, but sometimes it took putting that away into a small part of his head, Maxwell considered to himself. Just remember perspective, he thought to himself. You're gonna fling yourself out of a plane in a heavy piece of metal, fly it into a potentially teeming LZ and try and land under whatever conditions, wind or gunfire came. Then came the harder bit- not dying after that, operating deep behind enemy lines and as if there was a cherry on top, making sure none of his team came to any harm. In an almost strange sense, he could live with death, after all, the operations him and his team did put him harm's way more often than not. It'd be a tragic event, sure, and his family would probably be horrified by it, maybe just annoyed at themselves for not stopping him. But same time, Max took solace in the fact that he owned his own choices. Flawed as they were, he was an indivudal who cared for those around him, not a collectivist who was urging to find his own self. Perhaps that was fatalistic- but in other ways, Max knew that it was right where he belonged, in all of this chaos and fighting.
Keeping the pilot's helmet on his knee and his head back against the transport's divider in the back, the lion exhaled as he looked out to the distance, almost disconnected for a moment from the situation. As much as he didn't want to think, thoughts came back to him, rapid rate. Almost like a harrowing memory of sort. Beneath the exterior of the fun-loving, quirky and rebellious lion was a hardened and conflicted operator, the look on his face reflecting an almost vacant and soulful expression. Lions were perhaps odd like that- leaders, figureheads, the brave Arvarans that they looked to for guidance and courage. Generals, politicans, lawyers, police officers. What a lion Max wasn't, was the one lion that had that civility about him that came with absolute ferocity. That look of chivalry, the look of someone you trusted to be graceful and civil just seemed to splinter more and more when he looked to his siblings at times. It made him the outcast, the isolated one in his mind, leaning towards the ferocity more than the smart and sleek look a lion had. If you looked from an external point of view, that wasn't the case. But Max saw it as that, and in his head, that occupied his thoughts.
The reality was that instead of a noble, chivalrous almost idea of what a soldier would be protecting their country was bullshit to him. It took a fear, a teror equivalent to what they were fighting to make them scared. Someone to make the bad guys remember, they weren't gonna sleep at night well because people like him were coming for them. With whatever tools or methods required, it was just the order of things. And after a while, like Silverwind had, Max thought to himself, you stopped thinking too much about the details. It all sort of became one blur. From an external view, perhaps it was almost like a PTSD-like symptom, a mind that was already just unable to keep laughing it all away permenently. That did help, but there were one, maybe two things that stuck. Stuff that he hoped didn't show, or come through. But it was one that ran deep, that thought of acting in cold blood, or just letting horrifying things happen before your very eyes, helpless. Watching a distant thermal image go limp after a shot, or watching the sight of civilians being forced into a truck at gunpoint from afar felt disenchanting, almost like he was removed from the situation, especially in something like a GEAR. A lesser mind would have lost it by now, or at least, chosen to walk away while they still had control. Still, Max knew he was in it now, and it was better he was in that slot than anyone else. More capable, more willing, and more importantly, able to compartmentalise it when it absolutely mattered. Better more damage were to happen to some poor bastard with a gun than a civilian on a train back in Solernia, the lion mused- and that wasn't even on his mind anymore. But it was there, somewhere. Someday, he knew he'd suffer badly for it, but till then, and so long as he kept up a life that gave him exitement and constant occupation, he wouldn't deal with those chaotic concequences for a while.
Max had to think sometimes, it shouldn't have been this way. He should have done something meaningful with himself. Quit a year ago, taken the pay, joined the police, maybe his sister at that law firm, the place she always thought he'd succeed. For such a messy haired-character he could clean himself up, turn straight-edge and live a civil life doing that exceptionally well. It wasn't like his intelligence would hold him back, he was plenty smart enough for it, and plenty street-smart to thrive there. But he was too stubborn, too unwilling to change. Too set on this path now, one that had already caused him all manner of shit. Pushing that thought aside was hard, an overriding one almost as he itched his eye a little, noisily yawning as he mulled his wired up mind over a little more.
"You sleepy, Max?" Anna playfully commented, Max giving a middle finger as the jaguar chuckled, setting down her own equipment and strapping into her seat.
"A bit, Anna...you know, you could do actually resting rather than bouncing off the walls before an op. Meh, leave me to it." Max replied cooly, eyes shut as he knew roughtly wherabouts Anna had sat herself down.
"Ah, but you know me. Where's the fun in doing what we do without feeling like total shit? Ahh....screw it. Sleep tight, dream warrior." Anna added, bumping Max on the shoulder as he chuckled, setting his head further back and setting off to sleep. By the time the noisy aircraft had actually left land, Max was snoring and on his way to cutting out his mind for a while.
"Aye, sir- nothing for granted in a place like that it sounds like. I can work with that." Max said, chuckling as he heard the engines kicking in, the aircraft wobbling and erupting into noise. Well, that was the end of long meaningful conversations, the lion chuckled....and probably as Silverwind said, a good time to grab a seat.
"Yeah, you're about right there...I'm gonna grab some sleep till we're closer in. I need a bit of headspace, Colonel- I'll be back in a few." Max understated, almost a classic trait, knowing full well a "few" meant a few hours in reality...
Grabbing a seat in the seated area of the stealth transport, the lion knew that the quicker he got some shut-eye in, the better. Less time to think about just how insane this was about to be. He loved it, but sometimes it took putting that away into a small part of his head, Maxwell considered to himself. Just remember perspective, he thought to himself. You're gonna fling yourself out of a plane in a heavy piece of metal, fly it into a potentially teeming LZ and try and land under whatever conditions, wind or gunfire came. Then came the harder bit- not dying after that, operating deep behind enemy lines and as if there was a cherry on top, making sure none of his team came to any harm. In an almost strange sense, he could live with death, after all, the operations him and his team did put him harm's way more often than not. It'd be a tragic event, sure, and his family would probably be horrified by it, maybe just annoyed at themselves for not stopping him. But same time, Max took solace in the fact that he owned his own choices. Flawed as they were, he was an indivudal who cared for those around him, not a collectivist who was urging to find his own self. Perhaps that was fatalistic- but in other ways, Max knew that it was right where he belonged, in all of this chaos and fighting.
Keeping the pilot's helmet on his knee and his head back against the transport's divider in the back, the lion exhaled as he looked out to the distance, almost disconnected for a moment from the situation. As much as he didn't want to think, thoughts came back to him, rapid rate. Almost like a harrowing memory of sort. Beneath the exterior of the fun-loving, quirky and rebellious lion was a hardened and conflicted operator, the look on his face reflecting an almost vacant and soulful expression. Lions were perhaps odd like that- leaders, figureheads, the brave Arvarans that they looked to for guidance and courage. Generals, politicans, lawyers, police officers. What a lion Max wasn't, was the one lion that had that civility about him that came with absolute ferocity. That look of chivalry, the look of someone you trusted to be graceful and civil just seemed to splinter more and more when he looked to his siblings at times. It made him the outcast, the isolated one in his mind, leaning towards the ferocity more than the smart and sleek look a lion had. If you looked from an external point of view, that wasn't the case. But Max saw it as that, and in his head, that occupied his thoughts.
The reality was that instead of a noble, chivalrous almost idea of what a soldier would be protecting their country was bullshit to him. It took a fear, a teror equivalent to what they were fighting to make them scared. Someone to make the bad guys remember, they weren't gonna sleep at night well because people like him were coming for them. With whatever tools or methods required, it was just the order of things. And after a while, like Silverwind had, Max thought to himself, you stopped thinking too much about the details. It all sort of became one blur. From an external view, perhaps it was almost like a PTSD-like symptom, a mind that was already just unable to keep laughing it all away permenently. That did help, but there were one, maybe two things that stuck. Stuff that he hoped didn't show, or come through. But it was one that ran deep, that thought of acting in cold blood, or just letting horrifying things happen before your very eyes, helpless. Watching a distant thermal image go limp after a shot, or watching the sight of civilians being forced into a truck at gunpoint from afar felt disenchanting, almost like he was removed from the situation, especially in something like a GEAR. A lesser mind would have lost it by now, or at least, chosen to walk away while they still had control. Still, Max knew he was in it now, and it was better he was in that slot than anyone else. More capable, more willing, and more importantly, able to compartmentalise it when it absolutely mattered. Better more damage were to happen to some poor bastard with a gun than a civilian on a train back in Solernia, the lion mused- and that wasn't even on his mind anymore. But it was there, somewhere. Someday, he knew he'd suffer badly for it, but till then, and so long as he kept up a life that gave him exitement and constant occupation, he wouldn't deal with those chaotic concequences for a while.
Max had to think sometimes, it shouldn't have been this way. He should have done something meaningful with himself. Quit a year ago, taken the pay, joined the police, maybe his sister at that law firm, the place she always thought he'd succeed. For such a messy haired-character he could clean himself up, turn straight-edge and live a civil life doing that exceptionally well. It wasn't like his intelligence would hold him back, he was plenty smart enough for it, and plenty street-smart to thrive there. But he was too stubborn, too unwilling to change. Too set on this path now, one that had already caused him all manner of shit. Pushing that thought aside was hard, an overriding one almost as he itched his eye a little, noisily yawning as he mulled his wired up mind over a little more.
"You sleepy, Max?" Anna playfully commented, Max giving a middle finger as the jaguar chuckled, setting down her own equipment and strapping into her seat.
"A bit, Anna...you know, you could do actually resting rather than bouncing off the walls before an op. Meh, leave me to it." Max replied cooly, eyes shut as he knew roughtly wherabouts Anna had sat herself down.
"Ah, but you know me. Where's the fun in doing what we do without feeling like total shit? Ahh....screw it. Sleep tight, dream warrior." Anna added, bumping Max on the shoulder as he chuckled, setting his head further back and setting off to sleep. By the time the noisy aircraft had actually left land, Max was snoring and on his way to cutting out his mind for a while.
Max replied as he watched Silverwind clamber inside, setting up his comms lines as he saw the fox appear on the holographic window on his own end. This felt a little luxurious compared to running out there, the lion mused but hey, sometimes when you were leading a team you needed a very literal towering overview of the situation in front of you. Like operating a piece of plant machinery, Max didn't feel as organic as he did on foot inside of one of these, but it felt like having a lot more power, a lot more potency and like actually not having to dive out of the way when bullets came flying. The lion to some extent had adapted his own techinqiues with the Lion Rampant to fit a reconaissance operative- whilst the Hargun was built no different to Silverwind's, the way he uttilised it seemed to be more as another implement in his arsenal, using mobility rather than anvil-like qualities in a GEAR like this. Max was no stranger to loading up a 30mm rotary cannon and going all guns blazing, but the GEAR in this layout was effectively a squad support tool rather than a battleaxe when it came to the combat environment.
"Well....it's a nice leveller, isn't it? Nothing like it at all....it just feels powerful, you know? But with all that power comes responsibility......I suppose there's nothing like the concequences you get when you've got a 30mm rifle that can hit targets over two klicks easily...or at least, they're delayed, right?" Max replied, watching on as the other GEARS followed them out, as well as the sight of his own team making their way across the tarmac apron. Maxine waved to the Lion Rampant, the team heavily loaded up for an operation like this deep in enemy lines.
He moved along, folllowing Silverwind's GEAR, adjusting his helmet as he waved back to his own team.
"They're not too bad. Couple of them you'll find a bit weird or difficult to work with, but they come up good....especially Anna. She just has a skillset that comes into its own when you just leave her to it. I've never seen anything like it, so if you need something done quietly, you call on her and leave her to it." He added, seeing the sight of the stealth transport turn up. Solernia may not have been a large or great nation, but it had its priorities right, and an aircraft like this was part of the RSDF's technologically potent capabilities. And with what was going in, including their support vehicle driven by Viper and six GEARS, it had to be up to task.
Viper headed in first, the footmobile recon team quickly getting insde before the GEARS followed suit to get to the front of the aircraft via the rear ramp. Kit taken off once they got there, they were out of the way of the GEARs storage area and in position to get their gear checked over. Get some R&R, and some last minute sleep. What was to come would be intensive. After all, dropping from high altitude into enemy territory was never an easy prospect, let alone the fighting and work that would be done when they got on the ground. Max then followed Silverwind, taking a position opposite him and setting his GEAR down in a similar position, the weaponry of his GEAR tucked away- the UAV he carried stowed in one of his webbing-styled carrying containers.
Clambering out once more, Max helped the crew members tie down his GEAR, strapping it down to the floor of the aircraft. HALO was always a problem for anyone not inside a GEAR- you needed not just an oxygen supply but a pre-breathed O2, alongside warm clothing. Inside a GEAR's sealed cockpit atmosphere that wasn't much an issue, but beyond the cold composite armour it would be. The equipment that Viper had with their Corvid packs would do that job with the almost fighter-pilot styled helmets they had, but it was never fun running pure oxygen into the bloodstream for over half an hour before a jump in more or less montonous boredom until the red light came on. After all, if you wanted to stay concious whilst you were pilotting a wingpack, you needed to actually have air to think, Max thought to himself...
Walking over to the crew area Viper had settled in, Max took a seat near his team, the settled look on his team suggesting they were just wanting to get some rest and get ready.
"So, we got any particular directives when we hit the ground?" Anna asked, Max nodding as the lion took his canteen out from his personal kit, sipping it down while he had the opportunity.
"Permimeter security, and eliminating anything that can target the GEARs immediately. Then getting our vehicle recovered, ASAP. I imagine we'll be posted up on reconaissance and following up leads the loyalists find for us." Max replied, Anna nodding as Logan pitched his hat into the conversation.
"Right, and we got much in the way of fire support?"
"Your laser points out anything for me, Silverwind and Python to shoot, Logan. We get any more, I'll let you know."
"Right. This is fucking unreal, guys. Can you believe we're about to do this....it's cool as hell!" Logan called out, Max and the gang laughing as he shook his head.
"Calm yourself, Logan. Keep your head focussed on what's to come. But you are right though." Max replied, as Maxine checked over her own Pebble quickly, running through the team's own comms and internal networking to monitor the team's pulse and general nervous state, a network that connected to Max's GEAR and then could be relayed up to Silverwind's.
"Comms should be live for us, boss, diagnostics too. Right, last chance team. Anyone feeling any sickness, any problems that my diagnostics can't pick up? No headaches, stomach-aches, colds or anything that'll make you pass out when you're huffing pure oxygen in a few hours?" Maxine asked, the medic
"I had a really dodgy curry last night." Max simply retorted with an almost signature-like sarcasm, chuckling almost at his own humour as Maxine sighed, the rest of the team shaking their head- both to the joke and to Maxine.
"Apart from Max then, sounds all good. Same as usual then. If you go hurt yourself let me know, because the sooner I can look at it the more likely I can keep you in the fight. Anyway, other than that, Max, we all good?" Maxine ashed, the rabbit looking up to Max, now finished with her own tasks
"Yeah, we're all good. I'll let you guys crack on. I need to chat with our CO- give me a few." Max said, the team nodding as he left them to it. The lion had to admit, it was nice to have a relatively easy going relationship
Moving across, Max headed back over towards Silverwind, taking a seat near the fox as the lion with the braided hair finished sipping from his canteen. The lion's outward appearance whilst not as weathered as the fox was one that seemed fluent in what was to come, not a stranger nor unmoved by the prospect of this op. In some ways, he looked almost a little too comfortable living on this side fo the edge, perhaps a little more adamant and finding his flow doing this line of work- despite the horrors that came with. The feline seemed to echo his usual positive attitude, but the underlying pragmatism he had could be seen from his time spent working with his old team again. They weren't perfect, but he made them work for him, and that was what he felt mattered- even if other COs didn't feel that way.
"The lads are all good to go, Colonel. Keep in mind what you've got in disposal- while we'll hit a lot of targets together, my team can operate fairly autonomously, and bury themselves in if they need to gather information. Same goes with hitting targets that are a little more sensitive with regards to intel or HVTs- so long as you don't put them in over their heads and give a distraction, they can usually be in and out before anyone stops them."
(Random question (may have been covered already)- what sort of terrain are they dropping into? And just for clarity, what sort of support vehicle is it?)
"Well....it's a nice leveller, isn't it? Nothing like it at all....it just feels powerful, you know? But with all that power comes responsibility......I suppose there's nothing like the concequences you get when you've got a 30mm rifle that can hit targets over two klicks easily...or at least, they're delayed, right?" Max replied, watching on as the other GEARS followed them out, as well as the sight of his own team making their way across the tarmac apron. Maxine waved to the Lion Rampant, the team heavily loaded up for an operation like this deep in enemy lines.
He moved along, folllowing Silverwind's GEAR, adjusting his helmet as he waved back to his own team.
"They're not too bad. Couple of them you'll find a bit weird or difficult to work with, but they come up good....especially Anna. She just has a skillset that comes into its own when you just leave her to it. I've never seen anything like it, so if you need something done quietly, you call on her and leave her to it." He added, seeing the sight of the stealth transport turn up. Solernia may not have been a large or great nation, but it had its priorities right, and an aircraft like this was part of the RSDF's technologically potent capabilities. And with what was going in, including their support vehicle driven by Viper and six GEARS, it had to be up to task.
Viper headed in first, the footmobile recon team quickly getting insde before the GEARS followed suit to get to the front of the aircraft via the rear ramp. Kit taken off once they got there, they were out of the way of the GEARs storage area and in position to get their gear checked over. Get some R&R, and some last minute sleep. What was to come would be intensive. After all, dropping from high altitude into enemy territory was never an easy prospect, let alone the fighting and work that would be done when they got on the ground. Max then followed Silverwind, taking a position opposite him and setting his GEAR down in a similar position, the weaponry of his GEAR tucked away- the UAV he carried stowed in one of his webbing-styled carrying containers.
Clambering out once more, Max helped the crew members tie down his GEAR, strapping it down to the floor of the aircraft. HALO was always a problem for anyone not inside a GEAR- you needed not just an oxygen supply but a pre-breathed O2, alongside warm clothing. Inside a GEAR's sealed cockpit atmosphere that wasn't much an issue, but beyond the cold composite armour it would be. The equipment that Viper had with their Corvid packs would do that job with the almost fighter-pilot styled helmets they had, but it was never fun running pure oxygen into the bloodstream for over half an hour before a jump in more or less montonous boredom until the red light came on. After all, if you wanted to stay concious whilst you were pilotting a wingpack, you needed to actually have air to think, Max thought to himself...
Walking over to the crew area Viper had settled in, Max took a seat near his team, the settled look on his team suggesting they were just wanting to get some rest and get ready.
"So, we got any particular directives when we hit the ground?" Anna asked, Max nodding as the lion took his canteen out from his personal kit, sipping it down while he had the opportunity.
"Permimeter security, and eliminating anything that can target the GEARs immediately. Then getting our vehicle recovered, ASAP. I imagine we'll be posted up on reconaissance and following up leads the loyalists find for us." Max replied, Anna nodding as Logan pitched his hat into the conversation.
"Right, and we got much in the way of fire support?"
"Your laser points out anything for me, Silverwind and Python to shoot, Logan. We get any more, I'll let you know."
"Right. This is fucking unreal, guys. Can you believe we're about to do this....it's cool as hell!" Logan called out, Max and the gang laughing as he shook his head.
"Calm yourself, Logan. Keep your head focussed on what's to come. But you are right though." Max replied, as Maxine checked over her own Pebble quickly, running through the team's own comms and internal networking to monitor the team's pulse and general nervous state, a network that connected to Max's GEAR and then could be relayed up to Silverwind's.
"Comms should be live for us, boss, diagnostics too. Right, last chance team. Anyone feeling any sickness, any problems that my diagnostics can't pick up? No headaches, stomach-aches, colds or anything that'll make you pass out when you're huffing pure oxygen in a few hours?" Maxine asked, the medic
"I had a really dodgy curry last night." Max simply retorted with an almost signature-like sarcasm, chuckling almost at his own humour as Maxine sighed, the rest of the team shaking their head- both to the joke and to Maxine.
"Apart from Max then, sounds all good. Same as usual then. If you go hurt yourself let me know, because the sooner I can look at it the more likely I can keep you in the fight. Anyway, other than that, Max, we all good?" Maxine ashed, the rabbit looking up to Max, now finished with her own tasks
"Yeah, we're all good. I'll let you guys crack on. I need to chat with our CO- give me a few." Max said, the team nodding as he left them to it. The lion had to admit, it was nice to have a relatively easy going relationship
Moving across, Max headed back over towards Silverwind, taking a seat near the fox as the lion with the braided hair finished sipping from his canteen. The lion's outward appearance whilst not as weathered as the fox was one that seemed fluent in what was to come, not a stranger nor unmoved by the prospect of this op. In some ways, he looked almost a little too comfortable living on this side fo the edge, perhaps a little more adamant and finding his flow doing this line of work- despite the horrors that came with. The feline seemed to echo his usual positive attitude, but the underlying pragmatism he had could be seen from his time spent working with his old team again. They weren't perfect, but he made them work for him, and that was what he felt mattered- even if other COs didn't feel that way.
"The lads are all good to go, Colonel. Keep in mind what you've got in disposal- while we'll hit a lot of targets together, my team can operate fairly autonomously, and bury themselves in if they need to gather information. Same goes with hitting targets that are a little more sensitive with regards to intel or HVTs- so long as you don't put them in over their heads and give a distraction, they can usually be in and out before anyone stops them."
(Random question (may have been covered already)- what sort of terrain are they dropping into? And just for clarity, what sort of support vehicle is it?)
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