Kilo6

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

Alika moved through the jungle with her Mk18 resting by her side. It had been an hour or two of walking and still very little sign of anyone. She sighed from boredom when suddenly the drone halted. She pulled out her pad and checked what the drone had seen. There was a potential contact up ahead, but there wasn't any sure way to tell in the humid jungle. The warm air rising off the floor and the different conditions meant that Alika would have to re-calibrate the thermal camera in her drone before it could pick up heat signatures from humans, thus it was relying entirely on visual and audio contact.

"I swear to god K7, if its another fucking bird I'm going to punt you across this island." she grumbled quietly as they now more cautiously approached the contact. Alika took cover behind a tree and motioned her drone to move up. As the drone entered the clearing, Alika gasped at what she saw on her tablet. A soldier, much more western looking than that of the NWA, was just barley aiming an MP-5 at the drone before he slowly passed out and collapsed next to a tree he had been leaning on. The drone quickly scanned the area before Alika quickly rushed up to the man. She began to check him over, then discovered that this was a Canadian soldier.

"Huh... your a long way from home..." she mumbled to herself as she inspected his condition. She found he had a nasty cut along his arm. She deduced that the bloody cut, along with the heavy gear he wore, was probably what led him to passed out. Many questions began to race through her head, but she shook them off and decided treating the man first was top priority. First she removed the load bearing vest, helmet, and BDU jacket to help cool him off. Then she took her Camel Pack off and began to rinse the cut, getting any viable dirt or sweat out of it. Her brief searching in his bags revealed he was carrying a first aid kit. Taking some of the disinfectant powdered out, Alika sprinkled some on the wound before taking a clean bandage and wrapping it. She sighed, taking a seat a few feet in front of him and held her gun pointed at him.

"K7, engage on my command." She said, then motion the drone to hide in the brush to the man's right a few feet away. While she was fairly certain that this man wasn't hostile, she didn't want to take any chances. Alika waited for the man to regain consciousness.

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

Gee, I wonder who Bryan ran into! Maybe the SEAL guy? XD

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

Alright, posted (finally..)! I wanted to get Alika on the island at least so that people can interact with her. IF not, then she'll go find trouble herself in the next post.

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

Alika startled awake in the lifeboat she was sleeping in. She slowly got up, only to bump her head against the ceiling of the cramped lifeboat. For a brief moment, she had forgotten how she had ended up in the boat, but as she shook off the morning drowsiness, it came back to her. She had been hitching a ride on a cargo vessel bound for the United States when it was attack by NWA naval vessels. She was one of the few that was able to get into a lifeboat before the cargo vessel quickly sank. The lifeboat was a standard one found on most merchant vessels, equipped with supplies for a few days and an engine that could slowly but surely propel the vessel. Now with the past events more vivid and the aching of her head, Alika put together in her mind that she was probably knocked unconscious when the lifeboat had hit the water. Sighing, she got up into the small driver's seat and peered out the window. Only a few miles away, she spotted a shoreline. Thinking that her luck had finally come through, she quickly figured out how to start the engine and began to pilot the small vessel towards the island.

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A few long hours later, the small lifeboat landed on the shores of the island. Alika quickly checked her gear and climbed out of the cramped vessel eagerly. Wading to shore, she entered the dense jungle forest and began to trudge along through the undergrowth, hoping to find civilization or a suitable place to camp. As a precaution, she pulled her small UGV out of her backpack and placed it on the ground, then pulled out her touch pad.

"Alright little guy! Let's get you all started up now.... and done.... VOICE CHECK..... yep that registered.... Alright! You're gonna walk with me and alert me of any contacts! Setting you to hold your fire since your people skills aren't the best... and we're good!" she put away her tablet and began to walk as the small drone kept pace a few feet in front of her. Due to its dark color and relatively small size, the drone was fairly concealed in the underbrush of the jungle.

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

Sweet! Working on a post right now. Boy did shit hit the fan fast. XD

When Smoke Filled the Skies (A Diseal/Steampunk styled Nation Roleplay)

I got an idea in the works to stir things up in the eastern region. Will be hopefully posting tomorrow. Keep up the good work guys!

When Smoke Filled the Skies (A Diseal/Steampunk styled Nation Roleplay)

Slowly but surely this world is collapsing...... DAMN YOU TITANFALLL!!!!! DAMN YOU!!!!!

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

Hey Silver! Glad ya had fun over the weekend. Can't wait to get this started with our crack team of unsuspecting heroes!

When Smoke Filled the Skies (A Diseal/Steampunk styled Nation Roleplay)

Mostly swamped with Model UN stuff and the occasional breath of fresh air that is Titanfall. This weekend I will hopefully be able to finally make an entrance.

Also, just a short rolecall. If anyone doesn't answer by the end of this upcoming weekend, I'll PM them to see whose still with us.

After War, Before Peace (Military, Alternate History/Post-war RP)

Blackwolf said
A fear of spiders in Australia...that is hilarious

Yeah...

Australian Huntsman Spider