LadyAmber

Grimmhold: Shadowrun meets Leverage

If I somehow manage to muster the courage and mindset to join, can I be a Fae folk Thief?

@StarBoi

I don't see why you couldn't. My goal is to run a small group rp with at least one player filling every role. So no more than 10 players. I don't know how to give you courage or help your mindset though.

If it helps, the way I plan to run this group is to play the mastermind. I will present the problem we have to deal with and who the client is. Give you the basic run down and problem and then turn it over to the team of players to figure out how we are going to help that client. Everyone will have a week to post. If someone doesn't post during that week, they will be skipped or I will write a plausible reason they have been skipped so that play can continue. It will always be done in a respectful manner so that they can jump back in when ready.

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

Nice posts so far people :) I've started brainstorming the next scenario out (I know, this RP moves fast!)

Due to the intensity of it, would people prefer after we wrap this up mission up (probably around my post that follows after my next one) and give a bit more time for R&R in Kaitiaki for the team to bond a bit more, or straight into another mission that is a bit of the opposite to this? (don't want to spoil it but it's a slow burning, Bond-esque social occasion for the team!)

@FourtyTwo

I will agree with my two fellow players. I know Sam is going need some time for healing before the next mission. It would be nice to get to know the team a bit more too.

Grimmhold: Shadowrun meets Leverage

Welcome to the world of Grimmhold

The population lives in cities with only agricultural workers living in rural areas. Cities are densely populated with high rise towers of glass and steel. Condominiums and apartments are the norm. Solar and wind energy has been perfected. The power of the ocean and the tides have been harnessed as a renewable energy source. The rise of technology has polluted the world. There are areas so badly polluted that all life in those areas have mutated into other forms for survival. These areas are called the Badlands. The world is ruled by powerful corporations that have risen from obscurity to rule as an oligarchy. A council of the world’s wealthiest individuals make all the rules. Life is hard for everyone else. The only reason environmental laws were enacted was because it was necessary for the world to survive. Corruption and abuse by large corporations and the wealthy abound.

Technology is prevalent.
Artificial intelligence-Supercomputers are smaller and faster. Personal AI's are expensive but not all that rare.
Cybernetic computer enhancements-Computer hard drives, and computer interface jacks can be implanted directly nto the brain and skull projecting your mind into the virtual world via direct connection.
Cybernetic prosthetics-Artificial limbs and prosthectics are enhanced with modern medicine and computers. Cybernetics are computer controlled cybernetic limbs and prosthectics that are hardwired to be controlled directly by the brain.
Holographic imaging- three dimensional images that can be as detailed as a three dimesional image of a person but typically a slight glitch as it moves will give it away. They are projected from holo emitters. The better quality the holo emitter the better quality the image. The better quality of the emitter the larger the emitter. The best quality emitters are about the size of shoebox.
Transportation-Combustible engines are outlawed and have been replaced with electric and magnetic alternatives. Mass transportation has been embraced. Bullet trains and hovercraft are used for long distance travel. Cities are connected along protected covered tracks.

Magic is also prevalent.
Magic falls into the following categories:
• Fire- the ability to call fire and control it, heat objects, heat tolerance.
• Water- the ability to call water, breath under water, and control water.
• Air- the ability to manipulate air currents, remove it from an area.
• Earth- the ability to move and mold earth, and the ability to tell what minerals are in the soil.
• Spirit – the ability to manipulate spiritual energy. Spirit energy is chi or life force. Being able to manipulate this energy allows you to heal, talk to spirits (ghosts), and divination skills such as telling the future using magical media such as tarot cards, palm reading, crystal balls, and scrying using mirrors or water. The future is never set in stone and just knowing the future can change the outcome.
You can combine magic from different schools to create new effects. Such as combining air and fire to create lightning.

The world is full of different races that all live and work alongside each other.

Races:
• Elves- They have long pointed ears and are typically tall, thin, and willowy in build. They are fast and agile with excellent hand and eye coordination. They have a long-life span with the average elf living to the ripe old age of 500. Elves are known for their artistry which they bring to everything they do. Elves are highly intelligent and known for their lightweight powerful computers. Elves are typically either very pale or black. Black skinned tone elves are known as the Drow and live underground.
• Dwarves- Are short, stocky, and strong. They have dense bones and high tensile muscles. They can easily lift twice their body weight. Dwarves are known for mechanical engineering and building things. Dwarves are another long lived race. The average dwarf lives to be 350 years old. Dwarves relish facial hair and yes even their women have beards. Their beards will be groomed and decorated. Dwarves are often mocked for their short stature, yet they are master craftsmen.
• Orcs-Are tall, strong, and muscular. Orc skin tones are various shades of green. They have bony tusks that shoot up from their lower jaw. They can be straight or curved and come in different lengths. Orcs often have additional bony spikes in patterns on their head with or without hair. Orcs often have intricate tribal tattoos. Orcs are often seen as stupid brutes but that is not their true potential. The average lifespan of an Orc is 75 years old.
• Fae or Fairy- are very similar to humans but their skin tones are a veritable pastel rainbow. Their eyes typically have a thick ring of vibrant color like a second iris around the pupil. This race are natural elemental magic users. Some of them even have wings. The average lifespan of a Fae is 250 years old.
• Humans – are the most plentiful race. They come in all the standard sizes and variations we see here now. Humans live to an average age of 100 years old.

Team Roles:
Hacker- You are the computer god. You can make any computer system or software your bitch.
Hitter- You are the muscle and trained fighter. When we need someone who knows how to use a knife, sword, gun, or their fists, the job is yours.
Grifter- You are the ultimate chameleon and con artist. You can talk a nun out of her habit. You can blend in any crowd. You are the best at improvisation. You are a fast thinker and talker.
Thief- You can pick any lock, open any safe, and bypass or confuse any security system. You are agile and fast. You are a master acrobatic and gymnast. You can hide in the smallest shadow.
Jack of all Trades- You have some talent at more than one of those roles but are not the best in those roles. You have an expertise in something that you can combine with one of the skills to make you a valuable member of the team. An example would be a lawyer or an accountant who also knows mixed martial arts. You are a cross-trained member of the team that often plays a valuable support role.
Mastermind- The member of the team that decides what jobs to take and contacts clients. They are responsible for planning out the mission the team will take. I plan to play the mastermind as the GM in order to set up the scenarios and move play along.

Roleplay idea:
The team will be working for the underdog; the everyday common people. The rich and powerful believe nothing can touch them. This team gets justice for the everyday man. They use every means in their power. Some legal, most not. Do you have what it takes to be a modern day Robinhood or one of his merry men. This will be a Safe for Work play. Adult themes may be involved regarding violence and dark crimes. Any sex crimes will not be explicit and fade to black will apply. This roleplay will adhere to site rules. The idea for this roleplay is the series Leverage meets Shadowrun.

We are looking for players that are willing to post once a week or otherwise okay with their character being skipped for that week. We are askig players for at least two paragraphs at least 4 sentences long. We are looking for quality and substance over quanitity. We are looking for characters who will grow in a fun and action packed rp.

Please share your character ideas. Ask questions if you have them.

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

Jazrina Exits

Jazrina had returned to the party with Daniel and Cait. Daniel said goodbye as he took off for the snacks and drinks. Jazrina was about to ask Cait what her plans were now when her phone rang. She would ignore it, except it was the ringtone she set for her mom. She frowned because she knew her mother knew she was at the Coven House Party tonight. She put a finger in her ear and answered the phone. “Hi Mom. It’s too loud in here. Hold on while I find someplace quieter.” Jaz turned to Cait and yelled to be heard over the music. “I have to take this. It’s my mother.” Jaz started making her way towards the door.

Jazrina carried the phone outside. As the front door shut behind her, she walked towards her car. The further away from the house she got the quieter it got. She was half down the driveway before she brought the phone back to her ear. “Sorry about that mom. They had a DJ playing. What’s Up?”

Jazrina stopped in her tracks. Something was very wrong. “Mom?” She could hear her mother moving around and what sounded like sobs. “Mom! Tell me what’s going on!” Jazrina’s voice got louder. Her mother was openly crying with large jerky deep breaths and hiccups. “Its your father. I got a call from the company he works for.” Her mother sucked in a deep breath and talked fast. It was if she needed to get it out before she wouldn’t be able to talk anymore. Jazrina’s knees were shaking. She felt weak and lightheaded. She knew her father’s job was not always the safest. He was exploring rugged rural backcountry looking for minerals and resources.

Her mother’s voice rose in volume as she spoke. “Your father was caught in a cave-in. They have already pulled him out and he was flown to the nearest trauma center. He is still in surgery and is in critical condition. We must get to him Jaz. I need to be there. I need to know we did all we could for him.” Her mother broke down in ugly crying on the phone. Jaz’s knees gave way. She collapsed in the grass next to the driveway on her knees. It was suddenly hard to breathe. Tears were streaming down her face. Her mother was implying they had told her he wasn’t going to make it. Jaz felt as if her heart was being ripped from her chest.

Jaz knew that as much pain as she was feeling it had to be harder for her mother. That thought helped her climb back to her feet. “I am coming mom. I will be there as soon as I can. Start packing.” Jaz kicked off her heels and ran barefoot to her car. Her hands trembled now that adrenaline was pumping through her system. She struggled to get her keys out of her purse. She finally disabled the alarm and got in. She clicked the seatbelt and finally got the key into the ignition. She was currently blessing her foresight to park where she did. She managed to get out of the crowded driveway. She knew she shouldn’t be driving. She didn’t care. Her only thoughts were how to help her father and to get to his side. She didn’t notice the barrier had fallen. She wouldn’t be able to do anything about it if she did notice. She didn’t have that power.

She made it home in record time. She didn’t remember driving home. She didn’t remember stopping at stop signs or at traffic lights. She didn’t get pulled over by the cops on the way home. She had driven on autopilot. That was a scary realization. She shut down her SUV. She flew into the house shouting for her mother. She hugged her mother. “We will get there mom. Dad only needs to hang on till we get there.” She repeated it like a mantra. She waited till her mom seemed calmer and then held at arm’s length. “Pack a suitcase. Which trauma center did they take him to? Where do we need to go?” Her mother mumbled something about Rio de Janeiro.

Jaz took charge knowing her mother was in shock. Jaz nodded and went upstairs to her room. She pulled out her laptop and booked them the earliest tickets to Rio she could find from Seattle. Seattle was the closest airport. Their flight left in 4 hours. If she drove like a bat out of hell and they left in the next 30 minutes, they should make their flight. She sent Cait a quick text message letting her know what was going on. She didn’t want her thinking she bailed on her. She didn’t have anyone else’s number besides Daniel’s. She texted her mother’s best friend Josephine to come and take care of her animals for her. She began throwing clothes back into the suitcase she had just unpacked hours ago. She changed into comfortable clothes for the flight. She left the grass-stained white dress on the floor in her bathroom. She carried her suitcase down the stairs and loaded it into the back of her SUV. Her mother was calmer now that there was action happening. She had packed her suitcase and made them coffee for the drive.

Jaz drove through the night too wired and pumped up with worry to fall asleep behind the wheel. Their flight out of Seattle was a red-eye leaving at midnight. They had just made it through security when their flight was being called for boarding. Jaz and her mom boarded the plane. They managed to get seats next to one another. The flight was not a sold out one since it was a red-eye. She put her phone on airplane mode and plugged it into charge. She never noticed anything wrong in Tanner as she was so focused on dealing with her personal family drama. She held her mother’s hand as the plane whisked them towards Rio in South America. She hoped her father was still alive when they got there.

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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Chris488

Fiona Flamebeard: House on Fire 3

Fiona tipped the bottle back and drank greedily after finishing her tale. Fiona stroked her long red beard as Anath Homura answered her question about where she was.

"Your laughter is like liquid light, servant of Breanne. Hmm... you have come to the tavern that has a myriad of names, and no names at all. The path to the dwarven lands lies in the past - simply stride through the door you came through. Though have you a desire in your heart that drink has yet to quench?"

She sighed unhappily as she felt no closer to finding her way home than when she walked into the tavern. Her brow furled in confusion at the woman's question. "I have no idea what you are asking me. Drink is my greatest desire other than finding my way home once more." She set the bottle down with a heavy thunk. It was empty.

She didn't wait for the bartender. They didn't help her before. She climbed back over the bar and hopped down on the other side. She swayed just a little as she landed on her feet. She dropped a few more coins in the tip jar. She then began to peruse the bottles she could reach. She pulled a black dusty bottle off the shelf close to the floor. Again she couldn't read the label on it. She uncorked it and took a whiff. It was obviously extremely potent alcohol with licorce scented overtones. She smiled to herself. This ought to do the trick. If she had ever been in a situation where she deserved to get drunk. This was it!

She had no clue she had pulled a bottle typically served to orcs and goblins. She set the bottle on top of the bar like she had before. She started to jump up to climb over when she caught sight of the woman. "My apologies Miss. Do you need or want anything while I am over here?" She gave a warm smile to the woman awaiting her answer.

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

Samantha Dalton AKA Chaos

Astral Sea: The Sandbox just exploded

Sam was not watching as the surface-to-air missiles launched and took out the Hind. She was too busy defending herself from the soldiers that came up on her unexpectedly from under the tarp. Sam was too busy trying to breathe when Skye commented on Stafford’s shot and issued him new orders. Her armor had stopped the bullet but the concussive force of the bullet at least bruised her ribs. She had felt like she had been kicked in the chest by a mule. She pushed through and managed to get back to her feet. Her side was on fire with pain but her adrenaline was pumping with endorphins which helped her move forward to take out the last guard she saw.

@FourtyTwo
She was standing over the guard her rifle pointed down at him as she heard Skye come over the radio.
"Chaos, sit tight there. Got your feed, you've got more moving near your position but I've got the flank on them. Don't let the bastards destroy it before we have a proper look." Sam just acknowledged the order knowing she was still in the fight but not moving as smoothly or as agile as she had been after taking that high-powered round to the chest. “Chaos holding.” Sam kept her head up on and on the swivel since Skye had told her she had enemy troops closing on her position. She had a few stragglers trying to come at her from the sides. She was fighting an injury, so she chose accuracy over speed as she lined up headshots and took them out with 3-second bursts taking out six more of the enemy as they seemed to be working in pairs as she waited on Skye.

Sam spun towards Skye as she landed gracefully next to her. She took her finger off the trigger just in time. Skye’s face winced in pain as the quick movement pulled the bruised muscles in her chest. Recognition was quick but her reflexes even impaired by her injury were fast with the adrenaline pumping through her system. She nodded her head respectfully to her boss. “Welcome to the party Queen.”

Skye chuckled at her as she replied, "Well, hello. You seem to have had some entertainment out here...and that's some fun bruising you're gonna have from that round, Chaos. Try not to get shot, ey?" Sam rolled her eyes at her boss. Like she planned to get shot! You can’t plan for every contingency, even though they tried. Sometimes even the enemy got lucky. Sam gave Skye a cheeky grin as she replied, “Well I didn’t want you to get bored. Besides you know better than anyone that no plan survives contact with the enemy.” She sighed as she gave the boss an honest assessment of her injury. She would need to know. “I took a high caliber round to the chest. My armor caught it, but my chest is on fire. I don’t know how bad the damage is. I have bruising at least. It has slowed me down and weakened me on that side. The endorphins are helping the pain. I will push through.”

Sam motioned towards the camo net. Skye moved forward first as they began to get a look at what was hidden under that large camo net. Sam chuckled as she heard the boss mutter "Oh my word...that is quite the stash. Terrorist aliexpress really is getting impressive these days." Sam’s hit the record button in her HUD as she walked through the large tent with the boss. She recorded what was there. Her helmet had a satellite uplink to their secure network so that she could upload recon directly in case her helmet was damaged, or she was killed in the action. That way the intel got to headquarters either way. Sam went to the BTR-90. If she could get it operational, they would have a great way to transport the rods. She clambered up and then dropped down inside. It was a bit of a mess on the inside. Someone had cannibalized all the electronics in it. There were bare holes where components had been ripped out. The large tank could be repaired easily with the right components. She could jury rig something to make it go but she didn’t have that kind of time. Sam was climbing back out of the tank when she heard Queen’s report.

"That is a very copious amount of explosives at the back. PETN. And about a quarter of a tonne of it....which will make a very big boom, and not exactly shite we can leave in the wild. It's more than I'm safely comfortable managing. Detonating it with our own explosives is one thing or trying to make it safe with time is another. But I don't think we have that luxury. What we do have, is a drone with a large ordinance on it which can delete this. Delete the lot of it. But I think there's something far more concerning to look about all of this when we get back to base." Sam nodded knowing the post-op debrief would include pouring over any intel they had gained during this op. She moved to rejoin Skye.

Sam respected Queen and recognized the look in her eyes. She had seen it in the eyes of those who had seen the worst that humanity can do to each other. You can only see so much darkness and depravity before it leaves its own mark. You learn to function and move past it, but it takes a little bit more of your own humanity along the way. She knew her eyes didn’t carry the weight of experience that Skye’s did. She had her own list of shit; she would never be able to unsee. Sam did this work so that others could live their lives blissfully unaware of the depths of depravity that humanity could sink to. She did these so innocents like children could laugh and have joyful childhoods. Sam did this work so others would be spared the pain of experiencing the tragic loss of their loved ones. Whose lives were cut short by terrorists.

Sam nodded to Queen as she told her. "Keep an eye out for me would you?" Samantha’s only reply was “Roger that.” She moved to a location where she could see what was coming from both sides of the large ammo tent. Sam utilized her sensors to highlight any movement caught in the area. She kept her head swiveling and scanning as Skye inventoried the remainder of the tent. Skye finally came out of the tent with her MG3 in her hands. Sam nodded acknowledging her orders to drive them back towards the rendezvous spot as Skye gave official orders over the radio. "Alright then lass, drive us back to the rest of the crew. All callsigns, clean up your sectors, and regroup at the position I've pinged to your display once you're done wasting these wankers."

Sam left her automatic rifle on the tactical sling so she could get it in a hurry. She got behind the wheel and started up the DPV. Her movements were a little stiff. She was driving them towards the rendezvous spot Queen had designated when she told her. "You held up well today, Sam, nicely hacked. I'm shipping you and Xander, mind. I haven't seen him this excited to work with someone since...well, about a month ago." Samantha laughed at her boss. She guffawed incredulously to hear Skye giggle. She never thought her straight laced workaholic boss would giggle. Laugh yes but a girly giggle? Never! Samantha just grinned and laughed as she shook her head as she replied. “Thanks boss. I aim to please.... Xander has his charms. For all, I know he is only interested in his next beer. He hasn't indicated that he is interested in anything. I do find him highly entertaining.”

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Samantha was waiting at the DPV on her next set of orders. The operational mop-up was nearly done. The resistance the team had faced was wiped out with a few stragglers here and there. Sam kept her head on the swivel and occasionally fired on a hostile that came towards their vehicles. Skye was nearby looking over the field of combat and talking on her radio. Sam couldn’t hear what she was saying as she was in the command channel. Sam assumed she was talking to HQ. She was looking out over the sand when she heard Skye start barking orders.

"Shit! Bomb drone's been hacked, everyone, fucking run and split!" It took a second for Skye’s words to penetrate. Sam began running in the opposite direction away from the DPV and the ship. She began to run in a crazy pattern to make her a harder target to hit from the air. The concussive blast from the explosion knocked her off her feet and into the sand face first. The force from the secondary explosions were enough to flip her over onto her back. The helmet protected her head, but her battered body was slammed into the ground hard even as the ground shook with secondary explosions from the ship. The world went black as her eyes rolled back in her head, not that anyone could see that since her helmet covered her face.

Sam came awake gasping for air. Her chest was on fire. Her body bowed in pain. Her HUD was cracked, and the screen was full of static. Samantha couldn’t hear anything. She tried to suck in a deep breath of air but felt like she was trying to breathe through a small straw. She felt as if tight constricting bands were around her chest. She fumbled with her visor but couldn’t get it to open. She fumbled with the straps to her helmet. Her hands felt heavy and clunky. She eventually managed to pull her helmet off. She lay there breathing deeply. Her chest was still on fire, but she no longer felt like she was suffocating. The constricting bands had loosened some. She began assessing if she could move the rest of her body. She managed to push herself into a sitting position. Her manual dexterity seemed to be coming back. She felt weak and shaky but her gross motor skills seemed to be functioning. As she held her helmet, she noticed a piece of metal shrapnel sticking out of the visor. She looked down her body to find her armor had taken a beating. She was covered in an dark greasy sooty dirt. Her armor had bare plate showing in spots. She dug into the pouch at her waist for her backup earwig. Her hand shook as she managed to get it into her ear. Samantha got the backup shortwave radio piece connected and active in time to hear Skye giving orders.

"Ogre, bury and tag the rods for now. You and Frigga need to hide in the intact end of the ship and come out only when they're right in front to take out the infantry, and go head on into the IFVs at point blank, and destroy any Trophy System or anti-missile systems they have, likely one or two has one for sure to help protect the cluster. That gives your various weapons systems the best chance to work and you can run at the bastards getting out, mortars, direct energy, anything to basically blast them open. I'll be with you above on the ship, so I'll cover your flanks from anyone trying to give you shit. If you can take the weapons out of one of them, see if you can make it spare to steal. Hornet, you're with me on top of that ship, see if you can grab any anti-tank, RPGs or anything that might be able to help us defend." Samantha shook her head trying to comprehend what was happening. She looked over at the smoking pieces of the ship and the huge shrapnel field that spread out from the point of contact toward her.

"Glitch, Chaos, I need you both to go to the weapons cache, I spied a few guided AT launchers in there...you can steal those and some LMGs, then find a position in the remains of the ship to defend from. We'll use those to ambush the IFVs masse when they get close and the Trophy Systems are dead. Bring spares, and we'll then decimate them. There's nothing you can do about that network- the hack's hit mine and Oracle's link, so we aren't going to be able to patch it locally and without that, we have no way out. Once our network's online, we need to keep any hackers off our patch and ideally, light their server up before they try again."

"Stafford, Jaguar, set up a sniper position south of the ship, and get ready to snipe off troops coming in. Cloaking and camo will be needed- you need to make them confused from your firing positions, more chaos the better when they're figuring out who's shooting. Your systems might be fine, but don't count on them entirely." Her brain was finally rebooting from the jolt she had taken. Right, the drone had been hacked. Skye mentioned IFVs. Samantha nodded to herself acknowledging the orders.

"We're going to let them come to us, so don't fire till they're close- I give us about five minutes till they arrive. They'll know we're here, but they just won't know where. Let's make them work for this arms deal in bits, aye? On my order, yous' can unleash hell, so let's show them some proper hospitality if they want to come visit, ey!"

They had hostiles inbound. Samantha tried to get her shit sorted out. She didn’t have time for injuries. She dug into her pack and pulled out the first aid kit that was designed for the team to use in the field. She pulled out the autoinjector in the kit. She placed the autoinjector on her neck before pushing the button. It was the only place not covered by armor that she could reach easily. Samantha winced as the needle jabbed into her neck. She gave a sigh of relief as the cocktail of antibiotics, painkillers, and stimulants hit her system. Samantha pushed wearily to her feet. She knew when the drugs wore off, she was going to go down like a marionette with cut strings. Hopefully, by the time the shot wore off, they would be homebound and out of danger.

Samantha pushed to her feet once more. She swayed a little bit but it was easier this time. She reached into the same pouch and pulled out the microphone strap that went around her neck. She quickly plugged everything in and secured the strap around her neck. She pressed the transmit button on the neckpiece. “Chaos inbound to pick up new toys.” She didn’t bother to give Skye a condition report, this time. Skye already knew she was fucked up. “Queen my favorite toy was in the DPV. Nothing was left of it.” Her eyes surveyed the blackened twisted pieces of the DPV frame and smoking debris pieces laying around. Queen needed to know that her laptop had not survived the fallout from the blast which had taken out their DPV. Chaos had nothing left to hack with. Well unless you gave her a cell phone. She might be able to work a minor miracle with that.

Sam heard Xander’s reply. “Copy, mum.” His voice was hoarse with pain as he replied. “Just… Give me a moment… Need to… take some medicine.” Sam suspected he was using his autoinjector too. “Oh bloody hell that’s good shit!” She grinned as she heard his response to the injection. “Yes, it is Glitch.” Chaos had begun moving towards the weapons cache. Her movements started out slow and jerky. As the injection went to work, her movements smoothed out and she sped up.

She heard Xander address her. “Alright. One surprise party for Artemis coming right up. Let’s go, Chaos.” Samantha laughed as she was already in route. Samantha had managed to kick up into a run. She was approaching the cache as she heard Xander’s reply. “I reckon we start with the AT launchers. Make sure we can deal with anything armored, then worry about LMGs. Worst case I still got a gun and a knife and those work pretty well on blokes. Tanks. Not so much.” Samantha chuckled as she headed towards the AT launchers and LGMs. “Well Glitch, I haven’t gotten to show off my knife-fighting skills yet on this mission. A tank would not be my opponent of choice.”

She tore down a side wall of the camo tent. She spread it out on the ground. She began loading ATVs and LMGs onto it. She also grabbed a case of explosives. Maybe one of the others had demolition experience and could rig some charges for them. Her plan was to use the heavy cloth wall as a sled to pull what she gathered across the sand. She dispersed the weight of the cargo over a larger area so it wouldn't tear the durable fabric. Once they were done loading everything they thought they had time and room for Sam turned to Xander. "Let's work smarter not harder. I can take one side you take the other? Did we get everything?" She didn't need to tell him that she was not capable of lifting much. She could use her bodyweight to help her pull the stuff. It would be easier on her poor battered body than trying to make multiple trips back and forth. It would be faster too!

Brand new here!

Welcome to the site

Hey hey, it’s a pleasure to meet you all!

But- I call it disorganized organization.

@GinValley

My husband called this Organized Chaos.

Welcome to the board.