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Post by Aldus Von Gikkengen on Apr 1, 2016 3:08:03 GMT
March 31, 2047 Location; Airspace over Algeria, near the village of Maradah Local Time; 23:00 The helicopter's rotors beat a monotonous tune as they slid through the desert night air, bearing aloft the shadowy form of the Sea King Commando Transport, and the deadly human cargo it contained.
The twelve agents concealed in the flying behemoth's belly carefully checked their weapons one last time, showing a soldier's superstition through the smallest of adjustments. Finally, they seemed satisfied with their handiwork, and settled into a tense silence. After several seconds, a chrome-masked figure, evidently the commander, rose. A horrible voice, rough and grating as sandpaper, emanated from his helmet's radio.
(OOC; ignore the helmet symbol, and the hooded figure.)
"Alright, Agents, we are nearing the LZ. Remember your orders. The merc goes first. It's his job to get the Fear Serum, make a mess and get out. We're here to liquidate anything still standing, and make sure he gets out of here alive. And don't worry, there will be enough GLA maniacs for everyone."
As his speech ended, the pilot announced they were landing soon. A hand launched Surface to Air missile streaked past their port side window.
"Alright, agents, this is it. Ready..... Green light! GO, GO, GO!"
Omar Al-Ghazi David Fox Edmund Wilson |
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Post by David Fox on Apr 2, 2016 20:34:02 GMT
As the helicopter approached the compound, David barked orders at the squad of men he'd brought. "Grab the shit and get out. Anyone you kill make sure to do it in the goriest fashion possible". They landed near the CAT helicopter and rushed out, heading over to join the CAT troops.  "Mine's sexier", he said to the commander.
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Apr 3, 2016 5:30:14 GMT
 The Liquidators had realized that they were under attack in no hurry at all. They pulled out weapons and opened fire as soon as they could see the enemy. There was an entire platoon of Liquidators en-route with various chemical and biological weapons to one of the local chemical facilities that the GLA had set up in the region. However, the situation made it that much more dangerous for the attackers. Two Liquidators stayed near the tankers in order to release the agents should they be compromised. "Infidels, we will give you 5 seconds to turn around! Or you will die!" the liquidator in command pointed his AK-74 at the group, as the others did the same, making sure to keep his footing as he kept his eye on them, "This isn't a threat! It's a promise!" |
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Post by Aldus Von Gikkengen on Apr 4, 2016 3:34:44 GMT
As the Liquidators were rushing to their positions, the Commander's helmet mic flared to life as he shouted at the heavy weapons team.
"Neilson, is the MK 19 ready?"
"Yes sir!"
"Fire when ready."
And just like that, Hell arrived on Earth. A flash of light, a tense half-second, and the rapid thunkthunkthunk of the MK19 tore the GLA's front rank into a quickly dissipating red mist, gone to Hades to meet their just reward.
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Apr 6, 2016 3:21:35 GMT
"Take cover!" the Lieutenant ordered. The Liquidators all took cover behind rocks, trees, and the vehicles that they were driving with the chemical and biological weapons. They immediately began to open fire as soon as they had cover, bullets from AK-74s and grenades threatening to puncture one of the tanks.
"Die, infidels, die!"
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Post by Aldus Von Gikkengen on Apr 11, 2016 2:02:29 GMT
As the Liquidators scrambled for cover, the C.A.T. agent's commander broadcast his orders to his men. "Neilson, keep the pressure on them! Keep 'em pinned down, and shred their cover!" "Beckett, take fireteam Alpha and flank right. use that wall up there for cover!" A quick "yes, sir" from Beckett, and his team began silently creeping towards their position. Next, he turned to his sniper.  "Alright, Blackwell, here's where you come in. See those men, standing by the tankers? Ventilate their skulls. Go!" As Blackwell went to accomplish his task, the remaining agents sought cover, while the commander scanned the vehicles through his night vision goggles. Finally, with bullets whizzing past, the Commander pluck something from a pocket, affixed it to his rifle, and pointed it at one of the nearby vehicles. He looked down his sights, held his breath, and squeezed the trigger. The object flew from the barrel, and embedded itself in the tanker's outer skin. "Gentlemen," the Commander's voiced grated, "Lesson one, don't store cycloserine gas in a warzone." |
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Post by David Fox on Apr 11, 2016 2:11:20 GMT
David watched the fireball consume some of the liquidators.
"Well, let's go!" he said to his mercs.
They opened fire on the liquidators, David using his hand cannon, shattering the rib cages of the liquidators he hit. They started advancing towards the compound, using whatever cover they could find.
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Apr 12, 2016 1:52:28 GMT
 Many of the Liquidators themselves had been vaporized in the blast, but that was to be expected. However, they were losing troops, and needed to make a hasty retreat. "Order 87! Order 87!" the lieutenant ordered, gaining several "roger thats" and "yes sirs." Even if they were going to retreat, they weren't going to let the infidels have their weapons. They began setting timed thermite charges on the containers before they left. Once they went off, they would release the chemicals within and create a great ecological disaster for anyone present in the immediate area. "Get command on the line! Tell them to begin evacuation of this sector!" the lieutenant ordered. "Yes sir!"  |
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Post by Aldus Von Gikkengen on Apr 17, 2016 18:32:18 GMT
As the MK 19 blazed a trail of death through the rapidly departing GLA, the sniper Blackwell continued to execute kill after kill among the remaining GLA. As he continue to live up to the sniper's motto, "one shot, one kill," he noticed one of the soldiers, surrounded by an honor guard, fleeing towards a waiting jeep. Blackwell lined up his sites on the central figure, held his breath, and pulled the trigger.  As the stunned guards realized that the slop that coated the back of their helmets was the remains of their lieutenant's head, Beckett's fire team opened up with everything they had on the GLA. Those few that survived fled. Those wounded, committed suicide. |
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Post by David Fox on Apr 17, 2016 18:41:34 GMT
As they charged in, they took out several liquidators. However, they saw a bomb ticking down from 10, and ran out before the explosion could get him
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Apr 17, 2016 23:40:39 GMT
After the Liquidators had left, they saw the large cloud of chemicals from the exploded tankers and began driving faster. "We need to move! Where's the lieutenant?" "Dead sir!" "Well, we need someone who can contact the the Colonel of this province!" "On it," one of the Liquidators stated, taking out a phone to contact the colonel. Sayeed Al-Musari |
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Post by Sayeed Al-Musari on Apr 21, 2016 13:32:42 GMT
The call was immediately answered by the colonel.
"Who is speaking and what do you want?" They asked abruptly. He had been put on alert for mobilisation due to the actions occurring in Tripoli, the last bastion of ECA power in Libya.
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Apr 21, 2016 14:03:06 GMT
This is the 15th Liquidator Platoon of Algerian Province number 2, weapons transportation. We have been compromised, and the chemical and biological weapons scheduled for transport to Terra Nulius have been compromised as well. We request the province be evacuated active-immediately.
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Post by Sayeed Al-Musari on Apr 21, 2016 14:16:14 GMT
"Understood. Will do so immediately and head to one of the adjoining provinces until further notice. Good luck and be safe." He replied before hanging up and setting the preparations in motion for every trace of the GLA fighters in the province to just vanish into thin air as they left temporarily.
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