Kurai Assassin

Halo: Recovery One

@Sleeth

go with the plan. enter the government building and do the thing i mentioned in my last post

The World of Blood Compact

@BurningCold

it is?

oh shit yeah fuck sorry. i wanted to let everyone else post cause at the minute it seems to be a few of us posting everyday and then a few posting every few days.#

ill post tomorrow

R.E.S.C.U.E Global Ops

@Landaus Five-One

oh right, sorry i really cant tell if someone is being sarcastic

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I wouldn't want to fuck with Sergei in RL. I will have to come up with a post. >.>

@Kurai Assassin Nice retooling.

@Landaus Five-One

was that last bit sarcastic. (i really cant tell sarcasm)

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Operation: Kingpin

Sergei Antov strolled into the Elisaveta's Operations Room with his usual air of "business as usual".

Dressed in a well tailored and expensive suit, the large Afro-Russian looked every part a first rate lawyer. A Cuban cigar was nestled between two meaty fingers of his right hand, and a wisp of smoke followed its swaying movements. The aroma of tobacco quickly overwhelmed the ship's meagre ventilation system.

With a smug smirk, he nodded to each of the gathered Team Leaders in turn, who sat around a simple rectangular table made of hardened plastic. Sterile white walls gleaned with the dim light emitted by a singular LED bulb suspended from the ceiling. At the far end of the room, an empty black screen of an eighty inch LCD monitor looked on ominously. Save for the low hum of the Elisaveta's engines, all was perfectly quiet.

The Team Leaders knew not to fuck with Sergei. Beneath his luxury and smugness was a trained and sophisticated killer, the same as they. In the Spetsnaz, he was called, rather unimaginatively, 'The Black Russian', and his ruthless reputation as a leader ran before him.

"The Boss just called," he grunted, rather than spoke, in heavily accented english. "Its a job close to the old man's heart. Iraqi terrorists have downed a Lockheed C-130 Hercules aircraft heading back from an American Forward Operating Base. The plane was carrying Journalists and Reporters from the BBC, CNN and FOX news. Although the aircraft crashed the crew and the journalists survived. As of this morning, The Pentagon didnt know this. The Terrorists in question released a video online stating their demands or they would kill the hostages. we have 4 days."

As if activated by thought alone, the monitor at the rear of the room flickered to life. A grainy image of a small dusty brown compound appeared on the screen.

"The Pentagon managed to get these photos from a drone before it departed from Iraq. They've asked us to do their job for them," Sergei grumbled with contempt. "Scared of going back to war they told me, bullshit i say. cant be seen still acting in Iraq after they promised to withdraw troops more like it."

The image on the monitor switched to an even grainier depiction of 5 sand coloured squares. "What passes for a home for the enemy." Sergei continued, with a sigh. "the drone picked up 20 hostiles in the area, sources suggest the hostages are being held in the centre building. We shouldnt need to worry about their gear. Kalashnikovs, an rpg maybe, and lots of violent threats no doubt. These guys have no air support and shouldnt be too much of a problem taking down."

Sergei dabbed the last of his cigar against the inside his hand; an old habit, established long ago. Discarding the dead butt to the grated floor, he rubbed at the side of his iron-grey hair and released a long sigh. He dug for the inside pocket of his business jacket, and pulled out a tablet. "We were able to make contact with an american reconnaissance unit which was able to find a small mine field surrounding the south entrance. Assuming our insider is correct then we've got little room for error.." Sergei fell silent, boring his cold eyes into the Team Leaders as if he was trying to telepathically communicate with them.

"Same shit, different day," he chuckled at last. "A the canvas is yours to paint. The Pentagon is offering top dollar for this, and so I'm making all of our assets available to you. If it can get to us in four hours, then its yours to use... so what are you guys thinking? Lets hear it."

He stood with his arms folded, waiting for their response.

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Ok, im not sure where to go with the intro of this, so ill probably just copy Forrests original intro but heavily edit it for the current party

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@Landaus Five-One

The Thread?

Guildfall: The Final Frontier

@Kalas

<Snipped quote by Kalas>
KBots! Come And Get Them!: The GFS Peacekeeper Forces are slowly being overrun from the KBot advance through the Free Interest Section. The Brass have ordered a Defensive Checkpoint to be setup before the Guild Future Society HQ to stop the Bots from advancing any further. Fortunately, the streets grow narrow as they stretch toward the HQ Building, allowing for Peacekeeper Forces to mount a defensive stand at a crucial choke-point. It is your job to assist the Peacekeepers in holding the line until the Checkpoint can be set up. Once the signal has been given, you are to then fall back to the Checkpoint in order to make our last stand. Stand firm, hold your head high and remember, no heroics! (Min. 5 people required. NPCs allowed)

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Our Checkpoint Will Blot Out The Sun: The order has been given from the higher ups to construct a Defensive Checkpoint in front of the Guild Future Society HQ. Whilst we already have engineers working on it, there a few sneaky KBots who have made it past our defensive lines. Your job is to protect our engineers at all costs whilst they complete works to the Checkpoint. Once the building work has been completed, you must give the signal for our soldiers to fall back, making sure their path is clear. From there we will show those Bots what it really means to fight in the shade! (Min. 3 people required. NPCs not allowed)

^^

Should be in GIC, not FIC.

@LokiLeo789

what he said

The Walking Dead: Safe Haven -CLOSED

"Ahhh fuck it. I should be good to walk now. Tah for the lift mate."She said as she pushed herself off of Jason's shoulders, falling flat on her arse as she fell. She used her rifle to prop herself up and shook her leg. "fuck, fall must've fixed mi leg" she said putting pressure on it. Her lie had worked and had made her look vulnerable enough to need help. Now she had to work her way into their group.

"Oi Mate, your from the UK right, I recognise the accent. Leeds or Sheffield? Cant tell which it is? but i know for a fact its not that shitty american accent that butchers the english language eh?" She joked.

Guildfall: The Final Frontier

@Kalas
I think theres a problem with one of the missions