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10 yrs ago
Nothing quite like schizophrenic weather.
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10 yrs ago
At this point I don't even care where I end up. I just want to do something productive, bloody hell.
10 yrs ago
I still remember four...
10 yrs ago
Standing by to stand by, cap'n!
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At Huscarl's go, Mischief opened fire on his target, aiming for center mass. The silenced CZ-805 spat out two rounds in rapid succession. The first tore through his target's heart while the second probably punctured a lung. Suffice to say, his target was dead before his body even hit the ground. Mischief had been expecting the whole thing to go smoothly, but when the enemy started firing back, he realized that things had obviously not gone according to plan. He stood up and moved towards a stack of crates just to the left of the helicopter's tail rotor, firing at the enemy as he moved.
The enemy seemed to be preoccupied with Bravo 2, and that was fine by Mischief. He fired two rounds into an enemy soldier just as he was about to turn around. Both rounds struck his stomach and he went down quick. Just to be sure, and remembering Huscarl's order to take no prisoners, Mischief fired two more shots into the soldier as he writhed in pain on the ground. It was not something Mischief felt proud of, but orders were orders and besides, if he didn't finish the enemy soldier off, he would have died a slow and painful death from a stomach wound.
The firefight didn't last long, but Mischief was quite certain that someone must have heard all that gunfire. "Understood," He said in response to Huscarl's orders, saying it in a nonchalant tone, as if having to sabotage a helicopter quietly was something he did everyday. Mischief looked around, hoping to find power tools of any kind. The only thing that he found that was close was an impact wrench hooked up to a pair of compressed air tanks. It was about as basic as things got, and if the tanks were empty or the wrench was broken, then Mischief was going to have to improvise.
He knelt and picked up the wrench, giving the trigger a few squeezes. Much to his relief, the head spun with a high-pitched whirring sound. In the silence of the night, it was bound to be carried for a long distance, but he hoped that the other enemy forces would simply assume that maintenance was being done on the helicopter. He climbed onto the top of the helicopter and looked at what he had to work with. It was unlikely he would be able to open up the engine, so Mischief quickly dropped all notions of him sabotaging the internal mechanisms. However, he noticed that the area around the axle of the main rotor was open and that gave him a few ideas.
He placed his pack on the engine cowling and unzipped it, pulling out a short length of black wire. Then, he took out a grenade and tied one end of the wire around the pin, then tied the other end around one of the pitch control rods of the main rotor. Carefully, he stuffed the grenade in as far and as securely as he could. To be safe, he repeated the procedure, except this time he stuffed the grenade in between two cylindrical objects towards the front of the helicopter. He did not know what they were, but they looked important. Then, just to be sure that the helicopter wouldn't be able to fly even if the grenades were discovered, he undid the bolts of the drag dampeners of two blades. If the helicopter took off and the grenades didn't blow the insides to pieces, then air resistance would rip the undamped blades off.
Mischief zipped up his pack, threw it on and hopped down from the helicopter, making sure to put the impact wrench back where he had found it. He joined up with the rest of the squad quickly. He held up the two bolts he had removed with a grin. "I have two grenades that will go off when the rotor turns. If they survive that, I have weakened two of the rotors, so they should rip off in flight." He said to Huscarl before pocketing the bolts and joining Praetorian at the front of the wedge.
The enemy seemed to be preoccupied with Bravo 2, and that was fine by Mischief. He fired two rounds into an enemy soldier just as he was about to turn around. Both rounds struck his stomach and he went down quick. Just to be sure, and remembering Huscarl's order to take no prisoners, Mischief fired two more shots into the soldier as he writhed in pain on the ground. It was not something Mischief felt proud of, but orders were orders and besides, if he didn't finish the enemy soldier off, he would have died a slow and painful death from a stomach wound.
The firefight didn't last long, but Mischief was quite certain that someone must have heard all that gunfire. "Understood," He said in response to Huscarl's orders, saying it in a nonchalant tone, as if having to sabotage a helicopter quietly was something he did everyday. Mischief looked around, hoping to find power tools of any kind. The only thing that he found that was close was an impact wrench hooked up to a pair of compressed air tanks. It was about as basic as things got, and if the tanks were empty or the wrench was broken, then Mischief was going to have to improvise.
He knelt and picked up the wrench, giving the trigger a few squeezes. Much to his relief, the head spun with a high-pitched whirring sound. In the silence of the night, it was bound to be carried for a long distance, but he hoped that the other enemy forces would simply assume that maintenance was being done on the helicopter. He climbed onto the top of the helicopter and looked at what he had to work with. It was unlikely he would be able to open up the engine, so Mischief quickly dropped all notions of him sabotaging the internal mechanisms. However, he noticed that the area around the axle of the main rotor was open and that gave him a few ideas.
He placed his pack on the engine cowling and unzipped it, pulling out a short length of black wire. Then, he took out a grenade and tied one end of the wire around the pin, then tied the other end around one of the pitch control rods of the main rotor. Carefully, he stuffed the grenade in as far and as securely as he could. To be safe, he repeated the procedure, except this time he stuffed the grenade in between two cylindrical objects towards the front of the helicopter. He did not know what they were, but they looked important. Then, just to be sure that the helicopter wouldn't be able to fly even if the grenades were discovered, he undid the bolts of the drag dampeners of two blades. If the helicopter took off and the grenades didn't blow the insides to pieces, then air resistance would rip the undamped blades off.
Mischief zipped up his pack, threw it on and hopped down from the helicopter, making sure to put the impact wrench back where he had found it. He joined up with the rest of the squad quickly. He held up the two bolts he had removed with a grin. "I have two grenades that will go off when the rotor turns. If they survive that, I have weakened two of the rotors, so they should rip off in flight." He said to Huscarl before pocketing the bolts and joining Praetorian at the front of the wedge.
*Oscillation. I take it you played Bad Company 2?
@KingKonrad: Sweet. Do you want me to start on the CS or something? I'll probably do two characters, one as the pilot and the other as the weapon's specialist. I'm still open to doing a CTRG character, though. I'm currently doing another RP with my friends over Skype where I'm controlling roughly six characters, so doing four would be quite alright for me. XD
@KingKonrad: Sweet. Do you want me to start on the CS or something? I'll probably do two characters, one as the pilot and the other as the weapon's specialist. I'm still open to doing a CTRG character, though. I'm currently doing another RP with my friends over Skype where I'm controlling roughly six characters, so doing four would be quite alright for me. XD
I wouldn't mind playing a CTRG character, just to show how things are from the other side. A helicopter pilot would be fine by me too.
And I'm gonna hold off posting until that gets resolved. Wouldn't want all three of us targeting the same person by accident. XD
And I'm gonna hold off posting until that gets resolved. Wouldn't want all three of us targeting the same person by accident. XD
Mischief slowly flicked his rifle to it's two-round burst fire mode. With Bravo 2 possibly directly opposite him, he was going to have to place his shots very carefully. While he did not exactly spray-and-pray in the previous engagement, he was pretty sure that two out of his four bullets did not hit his target and instead missed their mark by a few centimeters. "Moving up, sir. The bush in front of me is blocking the view." He said in a whisper-quiet voice as he slowly crawled forward and to the right. He angled himself so that while he had a clear line of fire, his body was largely concealed by the bush.
"In position and awaiting your go." Mischief reported as he took aim at an enemy trooper walking to and fro, tracking his every movement.
"In position and awaiting your go." Mischief reported as he took aim at an enemy trooper walking to and fro, tracking his every movement.
Me too. Had a cosplay event yesterday and ended up spending the two days before that doing some final touch ups on props for my friends and myself.
QueenOfTheBee said
I'm going to be busy for a little bit, I'm preparing for a huge track Invitational this weekend, where I will be going against my rival (hopefully). I will post by Sunday though.
Best of luck! =D
QueenOfTheBee said
Yeah, but you KNEW I was going to post. yeah, we're definitely connected.sweet now i can access singaporean secrets
Crap, you're going to find out all the places I found to sneak in naps during my internship, that one time I nearly broke an A4 Skyhawk's starboard slat and me wondering whether the Ministry of Defense forgot about me because goddammit, I want my enlistment date. XD
In other words, I'm the last person to look for if you're after Singaporean secrets. =P
QueenOfTheBee said
Chinese telepathy again....
Well, I posted roughly 10 hours after you, so I wouldn't call it telepathy. XD
Zdislav kept his eyes looking down the barrel - or more accurately, barrels - of the M134 as the boat slowly made it's way towards the island. He had used whatever time he had on base to get acquainted with his UBACS kit, learning how to use it to it's maximum potential. While he could not say that he was a fan of the pattern, it appeared to be the team standard and he would just have to make do. His silenced CZ-805 hung from it's one-point sling beside him. Using whatever little time he had on base, he had further customized the weapon by sparsely painting it with a can of olive drab spray paint. The rifle was a huge chunk of black, making it easy to spot. Zdislav hoped that the paint-spatter pattern on his weapon would at least break up its outline and make him harder to spot.
As always, he had a kheffiyeh wrapped around his neck and pulled up to cover his nose and mouth. The smell of the open seas never did sit well with him, regardless of how many amphibious operation training missions he had undergone. He listened intently to Huscarl's briefing while keeping uncharacteristically quiet. Night operations, especially out at sea where the environment was featureless at best, played havoc on his nerves. He looked left and right, straining his eyes to look for anything out of the ordinary. He paid only enough attention to know what he would need to do. Taking out the Titan emplacements seemed straightforward enough. If possible, he would try a covert sabotage and mess with the electronic or mechanical systems. If not, then he would either rig it with C4 or shoot it from afar with his RPG.
Zdislav wasted no time in getting off the boat and onto dry land when they hit the beach. He moved forward a few steps and dropped to a knee with his assault rifle up and at the ready. "Area is clear. It appears we slipped in just fine." He said quietly over the radio.
As always, he had a kheffiyeh wrapped around his neck and pulled up to cover his nose and mouth. The smell of the open seas never did sit well with him, regardless of how many amphibious operation training missions he had undergone. He listened intently to Huscarl's briefing while keeping uncharacteristically quiet. Night operations, especially out at sea where the environment was featureless at best, played havoc on his nerves. He looked left and right, straining his eyes to look for anything out of the ordinary. He paid only enough attention to know what he would need to do. Taking out the Titan emplacements seemed straightforward enough. If possible, he would try a covert sabotage and mess with the electronic or mechanical systems. If not, then he would either rig it with C4 or shoot it from afar with his RPG.
Zdislav wasted no time in getting off the boat and onto dry land when they hit the beach. He moved forward a few steps and dropped to a knee with his assault rifle up and at the ready. "Area is clear. It appears we slipped in just fine." He said quietly over the radio.
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