Lord Shaxx

Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

Half-Baked Healing

As soon as the fighting sounded as if it were dying down Atwater was seen darting from shroom to shroom, ducking under low branches and hopping off of roots with urgency, having heard the call for a medic he was on the move without hesitation, knowing the extent of the callers injures wasn't a luxury Atwater was always afford and he treated every call the same. Ashley pushed the thoughts of uncertainty and the probability of himself getting shot to a spot in his mind reserved for such situations.

He could see the Park but his movements were halted as shots rang out around him, the sudden increase of incoming fire made him hastily adjust his steps, the smooth indent at the bottom of his boot made connection with a rather damp root and caused him to lose both his balance and footing, luckily for him though there were only a few metres between where he fell and the cover that Park was using and rolled into a small ditch to wait out the firefight.

The smirk that held itself on the medic's face was obscured by the respirator he wore, but the amusement in his voice was clear "You've got some visible damage done. But don't worry mate, you're still ugly." he teased with a light clap the the mans shoulder. For the most part he'd done what he could do out here in the hot-zone, there was no way he could really get to anything without exposing the man to more of the elements than necessary but from what he had assessed there was no reason for him to worry anyway.

"I'd advise gettin' you off the field asap but given that you're the only one who got zipped, I know that ain't happenin'." with that said Atwater winged it, rummaging in his ruck for all of seven seconds before he took out a roll of duct tape and made an impromptu reseal on the mans respirator, the man took a moment to inspect his work with a shake of his head and a unsure shrug "When we get back, you might want a new egg cover, mate".

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Unassing It!

"You heard the man, get it done." the Platoon Sergeant yelled, his rifle pointed downwards at an angle, finger laying idly along the trigger guard as he used his free hand to point out and about "Laurent, Hedberg, Park, Yb-Yb-Ybarra! Get your people on the move!" he barked, simply trying to reinforce the Major's words, it wasn't necessary, hell he could probably leave them to get things done without a word but naturally it got things to move just those few moments quicker. With his words finished he got into a job behind the last few of the weapons team and gave one of the gunners a slap on the shoulder "That was some good shooting out there boys, keep it up."

Atwater fell in just behind the platoon sergeant, absentmindedly getting instep with the man as they jogged with purpose and intent. "Check each others suits when we get a moment, I don't want anyone with bloody drippy willy or fuckin' runny arse because they didn't check 'emselves for breaches." the platoon's medic declared loudly as they hoofed it.

By the time they had reached their rendezvous Boggs was already in the centre pointing out the ideal locations for teams, he let his weapon fall to its sling as he used both hands to viciously cut through the air "First squad here, second squad there! Third squad on me!", casually Boggs strolled with Atwater and the third squad "Laurent, get your shooters and shove 'em right in wherever they fit, I want guns on deck for whatever they're hauling down here.". With a brisk jog up to the Major, Boggs nodded "Boys're in good, squad leaders'll put 'em where they want 'em."

Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

@HeySeuss I won't be able to get any posts out, so just got along without myself and I'll catch up with the next round.

Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

I'm all for the AMTRACKs and EFVs. If the Namer/Bradley were to be used I'd say it would be better off for small units doing extended isolated patrols. I don't know what these are called by these Buggies, I'd say could be used for LRRP or just doing hit and runs, they could probably squeeze about 5 lads in there (2 front, 1 gunner and 2 clinging to the back trying to not fly out).

I like the idea of the Samson, and given it's cousin the Scorpion Gunship I can easily see them filling in, in the same way Blackhawks and Apaches/Cobras are. Scorpions providing support for Samsons bringing in the lads. Though since we're pretty early on for tech the Osprey is completely cool to use.

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<Snipped quote by Lord Shaxx>
Man, I physically laughed my arse off when I read the "barbie's discards" comment. That was great! :D
the "just plain audible" comment was humorous also. Love it.
Looks like we are in the shit now.
I will retain Sergeant Boggs as the PSG. Hua
As a side note, Atwater and Boggs were the last two dudes in the entire column. The Asst PSG, one MG team and the two AT gunners were between 2 and 3. But that is trivial. I love it, you write well, bro.
On a side note, another common expression for "two rounds" is "Double tap".

@Gunther

I'm glad you enjoyed it, mate. A lot of my issue with writing is never really knowing if I'm delivering, especially with the range of vocabulary I see in other people's work. Just going to go through and fix any spelling mistakes.
Yep, rounds are blowing, birds are flowing. I wanted to show just how real their situation was.
My bad mate, I'll go ahead and adjust that if you'd like, wouldn't be much of a bother to go through and relocate.
I was actually stumped on what to use in place of "Two rounds" I knew a few others to use but I didn't feel that they went with the way I intended to write it.

Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

A True Shadow War

Ashley had done just about everything he had been looking to do in the two hour time frame they'd been provided with. Found the sickbay, ate a solid breakfast and took a long contemplative dump. He remained pretty relaxed up until they were informed of their current whereabouts, the expressions that contorted his face were comical to say the least. He kept an ear open for everything and soaked in all that was provided.

"This place, mate, Hot? That's a bloody understatement. I'm gonna have a right case'ah fuckin' sweaty bollocks, mate." Ashley himself knew there was no way he would turn back and go home now. He had a wife and what was soon to be four children but he was part of something bigger now, it was far from an easy decision to make. He knew first hand what it was like to grow up without really knowing his own father but in his mind he knew they had good support from their families. Regardless, he had no intention of dying out here on some alien rock, especially not with other peoples lives on the line. But at least... at least he got to say a decent goodbye.

After a few moments to think back he simply directed his attention back to the environmental statistics, Ashley allowed his head to fall into an open palm "This is absolutely mental, by the looks of it there'll be more casualties to illness and fatigue than anything else." there was no effort made to keep opinions to himself.

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First Contact

It was excellent, they'd met the flying spaghetti monster, spoke to a few furry hobbits and found out that they were fighting the real life tusken raiders. Now they were outside the wire in the thick running about dressed in barbie's discards. He drew himself out of his brief thoughts with haste, returning to surveying the area around himself and remaining conscious of foot-placement, given how relatively quiet the forest was and just how little he really knew of his enemies capabilities. Back on Earth animals could hear things like rustling or snapping twigs from a ranges human hearing simple did not register but the negligent discharge of a firearm, well that was just plain audible. Ashley made to be extra careful, rifle trained in whichever direction his head turned, trigger finger rested readily along the guard prepared to relocate itself and let rounds pop off, footfalls checked and steady.

To his two o'clock just over six metres ahead of himself walked the platoon sergeant, a small man that couldn't have been over five-eight but Ashley could tell the man was a real straight shooter, he had that 'I'm not looking to play games' demeanour about him with a bit of a wittiness about him, the two hadn't really spoken but he knew his name was Boggs. The two found themselves halting and taking a knee as a hand signal made it's way down, Atwater received it from the platoon sergeant and simply turned about to cover the rear.

Slowly Atwater directed himself to the right, eyes flicking to the slight ridge at just under 25m that he could just barely see through thick shrubbery that surrounded them, his observations were disrupted as Boggs gave him a tap, they were moving.

Atwater kept on the platoon sergeants heels as they made their way up front, kneeling down beside the leadership elements as they conversed and planned. The medic kept his weapon down range and snapped his magnifier into place to get better visuals, 'Fuck me, that is one big doggo.' Ashley thought to himself, giving a quiet glance back to Collins. The platoon sergeant soon moved to his own position after Major Collins and the section he had moved with had repositioned themselves, Ashley had noticed a shift in the wind, just a slight breeze that blew a loose strap from his rucksack in the direction of the enemy.

The wind was shifting.

Down the sight of his weapon the platoon sergeant could just about make out the shifts in posture of their new enemy, the original six were soon being joined by an additional nine from ten and one o'clock respectively, the one who seemed to be in a leadership position sniffed at the air curiously though very slowly began to level its weapon their direction, Boggs took no chance "Weapons free, weapons free!" came through clearly over the net, firing commenced, incoming and outgoing it was loud, caused displacement of loose foliage and the shattering of the less strengthened branches, native bird-like fauna overhead began to disperse from their perches some flying high others frantically low between the gunfight, Atwater himself knelt behind one of those shroom-trees taking shots from a non-standard position, his arse planted on the side of his left foot, body contorted in a sideward hunch with right leg partially extended, casings steadily ejected from his firearm as he fired semi-automatically.

Two rounds, two rounds, two rounds.

Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

@HeySeuss and @Gunther Go ahead and put Atwater where ever you want/need him, as a CMT/Paramedic here I don't really know where to put him on the Spreadsheet, but as a T1 SF operator he can pretty much go anywhere here.

Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

Thus far is what I see.

1x Platoon Leader - Anthony Collins (Male/British) - Gunther
1x Squad Leader - Brian Park (Male/American) - Gunther
1x Grenadier - Joseph Hedberg (Male/Swedish) - Hellis
1x Designated Marksman - Livia Pantajo (Female/Brazilian) - Noxious
1x Dog - Krieg (Male/Dog?) - Everyone
2x Automatic Rifleman

• Renard Serge (Male/French) - Red Room
• Kristjana Steinsðottir (Female/????) - Therealslayer

9x Rifleman

• Daniel Shattah (Male/Israeli) - HeySuess
• John Lee (Male/American) - CaptainBritton
• Danut Petran (Male/Romanian) - Asura
• Claire Laurent (Female/French) - Cara
• Ashley Atwater (Male/British) - Lord Shaxx
• Viktor Bezrodny (Male/Russian) - DepressedSoviet
• Rachel Koh (Female/Singaporean) - Reaper
• Pieter Gunn (Male/South African) - Trivval
• Maria Rossi (Female/American) - QueenOfTheBee

Foreign Legion [First Contact/Uplift/Military Sci-Fi]

Name: Ashley Marion Atwater
Nickname(s): "Ash", "Ash-Tray" and "Doc" | "Mary" - (By his wife)
Age: 37 Years Old (Thirty-Seven)
Gender: Male
D.O.B: 8th of March, 1979
P.O.B: Victoria, British Hong Kong (Hong Kong, China)
Ethnicity: White (77% English and 23% Dutch)
Nationality: British | Chinese
Marital Status: Married (Married 10 years)
Dependants: 2 with 2 additional dependants on the way
Previous Job:

• Occupation - Paramedic / Flight Paramedic
• Certifications - Flight Paramedic Certification, A shit tone of others.

Prior Armed Service:

• Branch - British Army, United Kingdom Special Forces
• Service - Regular Army 1996 to 2012, Army Reserves 2012 to 2016
• Rank/Pay-grade - Corporal (Cpl.) | OR-4
• Occupation - Patrol Medic / Special Forces Medic
• Previous Unit(s) - 16th Medical Regiment, 22nd Special Air Service Regiment, 22nd Special Air Service Regiment (Reserves Detachment)
• Promotion Record - Private, Lance Corporal, Corporal (RAMC) / Trooper, Lance Corporal, Corporal (SAS)

Role: Platoon Medic

Physical Description:

A tanned-skinned very average looking man standing at a noticeable height of six foot one inch, weighing in at around two hundred pounds of extensively trained and practiced muscle. With a pair of intense grey eyes and a head of healthy auburn hair cut down into a fairly mundane and tame hair style at only about an inch in length along with a rather smooth looking face, dusted with a light beard and a pair of prescription glasses as well as an oddly soothing deep voice with obvious British influence that simply cruises through words. His lean, athletic looking body is often covered by clothing, save for his fore-arms, leaving many to see him as an average looking joe and doubt his physical capabilities.

Outside of operations the man is generally found garbed in some rather mundane clothing, nothing to affiliate himself with his past units, simple loose fitting t-shirts, G3 combat trousers and lowa boots, on his head he keeps it real with a backwards 'Paramedic' baseball cap and a seemingly ever present bum-bag (fanny-pack) with a first aid kit inside of it. On his finger he proudly wears a wedding wring and slightly higher on his wrist a duo of bead bracelets with two names.

Skillset:

Relevant
- Application of Advanced Emergency Trauma and Field Medical Care (Through the Army and Civilian EMS)
- Close Quarter Engagements (Entailing both firearms and melee - Though not inept at longer ranges)
- Foreign Language (Cantonese, Dutch and Dari)
- Compartmentalisation of Information
- Methods of Entry and Insertion
- Surveillance, Reconnaissance and Acquisition
- Low Light/No Light Engagements
- Move Shooting and Rapid Shooting
- Extreme Environment and Wilderness Survival
- Physical and Cardiovascular Conditioning
- Resistance to Interrogation
- Military free-fall
- Diving Operations
Irrelevant
- Cooking and Food Preparation
- Ballroom and Ballet
- Photography and Filmography
- Acrobatics and Gymnastics
- Parenting and Childcare

History:

(22 SAS in Afghanistan 2003, Atwater pictured far left)

Born 1979 and raised in Victoria, Hong Kong. Ashley had a rather uneventful early life, living with a single mother who looked after both him and his brother. Having lost his father early on, Ash was pretty adamant about following in the mans footsteps just as his older brother was. His mother had them move back to the mainland after she caught a break and a new job that required relocation back to London, Ashley had no real say in the matter and went along rather indifferently. Having been a cadet in Hong Kong it was natural that he joined the scouts and army cadet force almost as soon as he got there, eventually joining the saint john's ambulance cadets too, his grades in school were pretty satisfactory so his mum didn't see much of a problem with him indulging himself in those extracurricular activities, though she did shove him into gymnastics, dance and book club.

Once he had turned sixteen Ashley had nothing but a desire to join up, after finishing school with some decent grades he enlisted into the Army, he entered in 1996 intent on becoming a medic lucky for him at the time there wasn't an influx of them and he found himself a placement rather quickly, Ashley did the short course (23 weeks) at the Army Apprentices College and passed through rather well. Not a few months later he was off to start the brain numbing two and a half years of medical practices that would make him a combat medic. Once out Ashley progressed well and quite smoothly, not long after being assigned to his first unit he made Lance Corporal. By the time Ashley had hit twenty-two he had seen combat, made Corporal and had even volunteered for Special Forces Selection, it wasn't a cake walk for him, it was a very big learning process for Atwater, having come from a different military background from a lot of the other candidates who were Commandos and Paras. Even still he made it and as expected they shoved him straight towards a troop with a vacant medic position to undergo further training, as time went by he found no issue keeping up with and even surpassing some of the shooters.

He served in Afghanistan and Iraq (very briefly Sierra Leone, discretely Syria, Pakistan and even the UK itself), conducting operations alongside other elements of UKSF as well as SIS and at some point during his service he found the time to better acquaint himself with an old school friend, and became a very active member of his local community when home as both a volunteer firefighter and an ambulance emergency responder. After a considerable amount of time in service he left the regular Army at Thirty-Three and a Corporal to settle down with his wife and daughter, soon becoming a paramedic for London Ambulance, though remained a member of the Special Air Service reserves and served when required.

As time went by his life panned out smoothly, he had a loving partner who had her own solid career with another baby on the way, a very energetic daughter, a quiet little boy and a job that let him make a difference in his community. Soon though he found that, even though he was out their saving lives on a daily, he simply didn't feel the same, a lot of things felt rather alien to him and he couldn't come to understand why. When a buddy of his forwarded him a job description for Centurion he was pretty sceptical about the whole thing and showed his wife, she was rather supportive of the whole thing having seen how uncomfortable Ashley had become at home, oddly it took the tiny woman's fiery attitude and a fair bit convincing for him to apply for the job and end his contract as a reservist.

Psychological Profile:

Ashley is an odd character, he doesn't exactly strike most as the Tier One Operator type, at home and with his family he's the firm yet loving father figure, hard working husband that volunteers in his spare time and nerd who actually reads the terms and conditions of a contract before pressing 'I agree'. Out with the shooters on operations, Ashley is a laid back and simply calm as could be guy who cracks jokes with the crew, his attitude away from home can lead people to often doubt his actual ability to do his job. In the background though Ashley gets his things down swiftly and with purpose generally leaving people with no real reason to badger him about his attitude. Having been a combat medic and paramedic he's no stranger to the harshness that come with warfare and finds it oddly easy to compartmentalise information and put aside his emotions.

Equipment/Misc:

• HK416 fitted with a vertical fore-grip, a AN/PEQ-2 Target Pointer/Illuminator/Aiming Light, a flashlight, an EOTech holographic sight with a 4x FTS magnifier. Ashley utilises a single-point-sling to keep the weapon attached to his person yet still fairly free. Additionally he carries a detachable 556 suppressor, A M320 grenade launcher and a collapsible bipod for the weapon.
• SIG Sauer P226 fitted with a laser/light combo. Ashley utilises a chest holster and a retention lanyard to keep the weapon attached his person without restricting its accessibility or his movement.
• Fixed Contego Knife, A sharp stainless steel blade of around five inches in length. It is held in a polymer sheath that is attached to his plate carrier.
• Protective Wear - Cryeprecision G3 combat shirt and trousers fitted with both elbow and kneepad inserts along with a plate carrier with numerous pouches and a pair of medical shears slid in [Image]. MICH2002 combat helmet fitted with a GoPro, a monocular night vision optic, a ComTac II headset, a mini flood light along with a rear battery pack [Image].
• Additional Items - 2Litre camelpak, Individual First Aid Kit (Filled with medical supplies), Hazard4 Patrol (Filled with personal kit and team medical supplies in order of necessity, covered in additional pouches with more aid items), Compact Portable Defibrillator (In a small bag attached to the Hazard4 Patrol), 12x 30rnd 5.56x45mm PMAGs, 5x 20rnd 9x19mm magazines, 4x 40mm grenades, 2x M67 grenades, 2x Smoke Grenade (White), tinted yellow gun glasses and tone of other things.
• Personal Items - A pair of pictures, one of his wife Grace and the other of his kids Pamela and Dorian, printed back to back [Front|Back] as well as an ultrasound picture stuffed with them. Three pairs of prescription glasses. A MacBook Air as well as an IPad Mini and an IPhone 6 both fitted with Magpul covers. A side bag full of dried fruit, dubble bubble and spearmint gum as well as mentos.

Family:
(Completely unnecessary but I just want to show Ashley as human as possible.)

• Mother - Elizabeth Helena Bakker (58), University Lecturer: "The old lady who kept it all going for us, kept strong when dad died in the Falklands. She made us learn, gave us love and taught us how to be good young men, I couldn't have asked for a better mother. Mum's always loved Grace, even back when we were in school." - POB Kent, England (United Kingdom)
• Brother - Capt. Shane Christopher Atwater (40), Royal Gurkha Rifles Officer: "Shane is an absolute lad, an annoying brother and a solid guy. Good family and a nice house, I need to visit him some time soon, maybe head down for Christmas with Grace and the kids or something, they haven't seen their cousins in a little bit." - POB Victoria, Hong Kong (China)
• Wife - Grace Li Atwater [I|I] (36), Trauma Surgeon: "The actual polar opposite of me, too much energy in such a small package. She came to the UK during school, her brother was one of my best buddies. She couldn't stand me in school which I think is pretty funny. She thought we'd have had all our kids by the time she was thirty-three, two months along so far but it's not like they're unwanted, I know I can't wait to meet them." - POB Honolulu, Hawaii (United States)
• Daughter - Pamela Jennifer Atwater (6): "My first bub, absolute ball of energy. I sort of shit myself in the delivery room and had a short panic attack about being a dad but it turns out it wasn't all that hard. Grace puts her bets on her becoming a doctor but I say she'll become a paramedic like daddy, guess we've got a bit of competition there." - POB City of London, England (United Kingdom)
• Son - Dorian Johannes Atwater (2): "He's actually very tame for tiny one, doesn't make much noise and always seems pretty happy. Obviously the little lad is going to grow up to be like dad or even better than him." - POB City of London, England (United Kingdom)

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