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Post by Nova Prime X on Oct 21, 2014 3:19:43 GMT
"Don't worry your manly little head, I'm as human as you!" |
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 22, 2014 13:59:13 GMT
Sterling looks to Emily. "So, that's just a suit right? Because I'm not stopping zombies just to live through the robot uprising. Well, no one would, that's the point." Spooner hadn't considered she might not even be human, despite her seemingly mechanical exterior. "One robot uprising is enough," he reminisced offhandedly. |
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Post by omfg on Oct 23, 2014 15:03:32 GMT
OOC: Guys I've been at camp for the past 2 weeks, anyone mind catching me up?
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 24, 2014 1:28:21 GMT
Detective Spooner went from drumming his fingers to pacing anxiously before sighing and finding his way toward the door. "I'm just gonna get a head start. I feel like people are dying right now. You guys are more than welcome to talk about whatever makes you feel better when your friends and family are all out there." With that, he left his comrades to ponder and chat as he searched for an exit in the building, which he assumed to be large. But, if he had come in, he could feasibly find his way out as well. If he made it outside, he'd look around for any vehicles whatsoever, while scanning the environment. "Wheels, wheels... where are the wheels at?"
OOC: Nothing has happened yet, save for small talk. Here's hoping Del Spooner can spark up some action though!
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Post by thetruth40 on Oct 24, 2014 13:52:33 GMT
Snake throwing his cigarette to the side, gets up, and adresses the others
"Well you heard the detective let's get going!"
Snake then runs after the Detective
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Post by deo on Oct 24, 2014 17:39:19 GMT
"Wheels, wheels... where are the wheels at?" Archer strolls behind Spooner and Snake. "Tell me if you find one that can drive on the ocean floor. Cause we'll need it unless you plan on ramping off the aircraft carrier onto the Brazilian beach. Actually that sounds pretty bad-ass. Disregard the former sarcasm." |
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 24, 2014 20:54:02 GMT
"Good point," Spooner replied, glancing at Archer as he approached. "Though I'm pretty sure there is such a thing. Where I come from, the technology is pretty modern, 'outdated' arm aside. The ocean floor vehicles, not the ramp of death vehicles," he chuckled. "You're right though. I don't suppose anyone here can fly a helicopter?"
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Post by thetruth40 on Oct 24, 2014 22:40:06 GMT
Snake replies to Spooner as they get to the hangar bay
"I had some training as a pilot"
OOC: He actually did
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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 26, 2014 1:59:14 GMT
(OOC: Sorry, I have been out of town since the 21st.) 6 hrs later... "We have arrived off the coast of Guyana. We are going to follow the waterway by air and drop you at the coast so if nothing else your not surrounded by enemies on all sides." Addressing his men the General directed there attention to the aircraft be prepped.  "Lady and gentlemen this is a prototype XR-22 drop jet. It was designed for speed and agility for air to air combat. Unfortunately that is a thing of the past. Now it is one of two on board this ship. It can hold your team but is still combat effective if need be. It will be your quick entry into the hostile territory. Now to your right is your comm links that are the best we can provide you with. You will have clear comms with one another but between us here on the ship and you we may experience interference. We haven't figured out what is causing the radio interference because visual communication is still working fine. I will be watching over you from the satellite and will inform you of the situations as they unfold. While you will have to agree on your path to take to the target. While I may be the General, you all excel at what you do. I'm here to guide, do what you do and secure my target. Now load your gear on the plane and strap in!" |
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 26, 2014 3:35:37 GMT
"XR-22?" Spooner couldn't help but whistle in admiration. "Now this is the only way to fly! Good to know we have a spare pilot too," he remarked, recalling Snake's declaration six hours ago. Marveling at the beauty once more, Spooner loaded his small bag of essentials onto the plane before entering. It wasn't much really, a few flares, spare ammunition, dehydrated food and water. And of course, a med kit, which included a can of skin, should his prosthesis need a cosmetic touch up.
"Question. How fast does this thing fly?"
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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 26, 2014 20:40:56 GMT
"XR-22?" Spooner couldn't help but whistle in admiration. "Now this is the only way to fly! Good to know we have a spare pilot too," he remarked, recalling Snake's declaration six hours ago. Marveling at the beauty once more, Spooner loaded his small bag of essentials onto the plane before entering. It wasn't much really, a few flares, spare ammunition, dehydrated food and water. And of course, a med kit, which included a can of skin, should his prosthesis need a cosmetic touch up. "Question. How fast does this thing fly?" "This prototype has reached sustained flight at Mach 7 and 60 miles altitude. Due to multiple small thrusters, it can maneuver at Mach 5 for encounters. The material it is made of is classified but it is invisible to radar. Its not heavily armed but does have offensive capabilities." "Lieutenant Scott is one of 3 pilots certified to fly this aircraft." Pointing to a man going over the aircraft with a clip board and checking off systems. The Lieutenant momentarily stopped and gave a salute before returning to his check list. "He will bring you to the drop zone. You will bug out and then he will return to HQ and await your signal for pick up." |
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Post by omfg on Oct 27, 2014 22:36:34 GMT
 Primary: Assault Rifle  (With a clip capacity of 30 bullets, Joel has 3 clips in his satchel.)
Secondary: Bow ![]()  Useful for taking down enemies with stealth. (Joel carries around 10 arrows in his satchel, although he knows how to make them from scratch with a few useful tools.) Melee: Shiv  . A small blade made from a basic handle with a sharpened piece of metal at the end. Can be used to kill, pick locks, and shimmy doors. (Joel has 5 in his satchel, though these can be made from basically anything, so he always has.) Non-lethal: 2 Molotov's. 2 Nail-Bombs (shoot shrapnel on exploding). 2 Smoke-Bombs. Joel listened, and thought carefully about the given situation. Analyzing his squad this is what he got. 1st: A smart ass in a suit. 2nd: A smart ass in a robotic suit. 3rd: Some sort of soldier. 4th: Some sort of soldier. 5th: A detective. Not exactly what he'd call the team of the century, but it will have to do. It seems that we'll have to go up against a horde of infected, something he has experience in. Looking at his pictures of Sarah, and his picture of Ellie. Hopefully Ellie will be safe with Tommy. She knows how to handle herself in case of emergencies though. Joel muttered a short "Hmph" of approval at the plane, before gathering his stuff and entering said plane. |
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Post by thanosisawesome on Oct 28, 2014 0:01:47 GMT
Sam Fisher, still silent, listened to all the information and made note of it for later.
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 28, 2014 0:03:53 GMT
Detective Spooner watched as the plane's passengers silently boarded, still listening to the Commander describe the aircraft's specs. "You know, if we have to engage someone at mach 5 at any point during this zombie apocalypse, I might just eat my hat!" He chuckled at his own comment as if he found it genuinely funny, hoping to God he wouldn't have to eat his hat. Only slightly unsettled by everyone's disconcerting silence, he cleared his throat rather loud. Were they scared? Or perhaps everyone was eyeballing each other, weighing and measuring. "Zombie pilots aside, how long will it take us to get there?"
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Post by omfg on Oct 28, 2014 0:59:17 GMT
Detective Spooner watched as the plane's passengers silently boarded, still listening to the Commander describe the aircraft's specs. "You know, if we have to engage someone at mach 5 at any point during this zombie apocalypse, I might just eat my hat!" He chuckled at his own comment as if he found it genuinely funny, hoping to God he wouldn't have to eat his hat. Only slightly unsettled by everyone's disconcerting silence, he cleared his throat rather loud. Were they scared? Or perhaps everyone was eyeballing each other, weighing and measuring. "Zombie pilots aside, how long will it take us to get there?" Well it seemed like this guy was trying to break the silence. Might as well lighten the mood, you never know when we'll have to guard each other's backs. Might as well just get into the conversation.
"So..I propose we say our names and our experience..just in case."
"I guess I'll go first. Name's Joel, I've got experience fighting against infected."
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