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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 28, 2014 5:28:27 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 wise ass, what would normally take a passenger plane or helicopter a 2 hr flight will take us about 30 minutes. We aren't expecting air combat but this will be the best for getting you in and out as quick as possible. So make sure once you get settled in, you got yer shit together." Then the General stepped back and watched as his men continued to board the plane. As the last couple of stragglers climbed in he garnered there attention. "Gentlemen! God speed! You may not all make it back but I hope to see you all again soon. When you get back when can talk about the mission over some brandy I have in my quarters." With a salute he the sharply turned and strode to the communications room. |
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 28, 2014 13:32:03 GMT
"Yeah, you know what, I think that robo-lady was right," he smiled, watching the general depart. "I might just have a problem with authority! Who knew?" Once again checking his belongings, he turned toward Joel, the first man among them to shatter the foreboding quiet.
"The name is Del Spooner, and here's hoping I survive this death wish of a mission. I have survived an attempted world domination at the hands of a shit load of whacked out machines. Yeah, I got over my fear of heights that day, among other things."
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Post by deo on Oct 28, 2014 14:05:55 GMT
Archer is halfway through a cuba libre when Del starts talking. He keeps drinking, almost, almost. There, now its empty.
"Sterling Archer, experience with killing live people. But I have been infected, of you know, other things, so I hope that's built up some sort of resistance."
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 28, 2014 16:21:37 GMT
"Resistance? So if you get bit, we'll have a half zombie on our side. Our side, right?" He let the question longer, an eyebrow raised. "Anyway, nice meeting you Joel, Archer. Can't say I agree with the killing of live people, but I guess you can't be friends with everyone. What are you drinking there?" Spooner asked Sterling curiously. "I'm something of a drinker myself."
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Post by omfg on Oct 28, 2014 16:27:43 GMT
"Alright..seems we have experience with killing...which is good."
This Archer fellow drinks too much. Del seems trustworthy.
He looks at his watch. Sure, it stopped working 20 years ago, but it reminds him about Sarah. He can't die now, he finally has something to fight for again.
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 28, 2014 16:34:00 GMT
"Alright..seems we have experience with killing...which is good." This Archer fellow drinks too much. Del seems trustworthy. He looks at his watch. Sure, it stopped working 20 years ago, but it reminds him about Sarah. He can't die now, he finally has something to fight for again. "I've never killed a man," Spooner pointed out with a finger raised. "I'm a Detective, not a soldier. But I am a fighter, and I'll do what I gotta do. Don't worry, 30 minutes really flies when you're flying." His last remark came from observing Joel check the time. |
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Post by omfg on Oct 28, 2014 16:43:48 GMT
"I've never killed a man," Spooner pointed out with a finger raised. "I'm a Detective, not a soldier. But I am a fighter, and I'll do what I gotta do. Don't worry, 30 minutes really flies when you're flying." His last remark came from observing Joel check the time. "Yeah..killing someone is tough. To say the least. When there's things you have to protect though, then it's different." "Oh, this old thing?" He says, gesturing towards his watch. "It broke...long ago." |
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 28, 2014 16:51:31 GMT
"I can understand that. I spent my career trying to understand what it means... in my experience, working with criminals, it doesn't really get easier. You get used to it, but that's not the same. No offense, but have you considered getting yourself a working clock? I'm just sayin'."
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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 28, 2014 17:12:31 GMT
Lt. Scott reached up and flipped a couple of switches above his head. After activating some thrusters the jet seemed to hang in the air, hovering about 15 miles up. Slowly the back ramp began to descend.
Yelling over the sound of the thrusters and the air rushing in, "Alright men! We are at the drop point! Grab a chute and make haste! When you have secured the target use this purple smoke bomb as the marker! It has a special reflective ingredient that shows up on IR, so I can see you day or night! Good Luck!
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Post by deo on Oct 28, 2014 17:56:28 GMT
"OK captain 'merica"
Archer then turns to his Spooner and Joel.
"Ok, well see you on the ground. If we get split up on landing lets try to meet up somewhere with a toilet; That Cuba Libre was mostly coke."
He snags a parachute and jumps out screaming.
"WaHOOOOOOO!"
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Post by omfg on Oct 28, 2014 18:58:24 GMT
"Alright.."
Taking the Purple Smoke bomb from the Lieutenant, he put it in his satchel, and pick up a parachute.
Archer's yell startled him. It was nice seeing enthusiasm. Lining up with the door, he began to count.
"1...2...3"
Jump.
He jumped, sailing through the skies like a bird. Or an eagle. Eagles are birds. So like a bird.
When he got close enough, he pulled the cord, and landed. Joel began to look around for Archer.
(OOC: Now we wait to see if Legacy says if Archer died while skydiving under the influence.)
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Post by deo on Oct 28, 2014 21:22:55 GMT
(OOC it was mostly coke)
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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 29, 2014 0:19:30 GMT
The first two men had left the aircraft just before an alarm started blaring.
"Men! We have incoming! I can lose it but if you dont go now who knows where you will land as I try to evade it."
(OOC: THE REST OF THE PLAYERS HAVE 1 HOUR TO RESPOND BEFORE THE GROUP IS SCATTERED OVER A FEW MILES RADIUS. ARCHER AND JOEL WILL LAND TOGETHER)
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 29, 2014 0:23:52 GMT
Lt. Scott reached up and flipped a couple of switches above his head. After activating some thrusters the jet seemed to hang in the air, hovering about 15 miles up. Slowly the back ramp began to descend. Yelling over the sound of the thrusters and the air rushing in, "Alright men! We are at the drop point! Grab a chute and make haste! When you have secured the target use this purple smoke bomb as the marker! It has a special reflective ingredient that shows up on IR, so I can see you day or night! Good Luck! "Didn't see that coming," Spooner replied mostly to himself. The sound of whooshing air was loud in his ears. "Man, don't you need classes or something for this kind of thing?" He slipped on the parachute doing his best to fasten everything securely--as if his life depended on it! "Here we go again," he murmured, looking down out the ramp. "OK captain 'merica" Archer then turns to his Spooner and Joel. "Ok, well see you on the ground. If we get split up on landing lets try to meet up somewhere with a toilet; That Cuba Libre was mostly coke." He snags a parachute and jumps out screaming. "WaHOOOOOOO!" "Coke?!" He repeated incredulously. This was an interesting group indeed. Hopefully Archer wouldn't have any overdose reaction on the way down, combined with the cardiovascular rush of falling fifteen miles. "Alright.." Taking the Purple Smoke bomb from the Lieutenant, he put it in his satchel, and pick up a parachute. Archer's yell startled him. It was nice seeing enthusiasm. Lining up with the door, he began to count. "1...2...3" Jump. He jumped, sailing through the skies like a bird. Or an eagle. Eagles are birds. So like a bird. When he got close enough, he pulled the cord, and landed. Joel began to look around for Archer. (OOC: Now we wait to see if Legacy says if Archer died while skydiving under the influence.) Spooner jumped after Joel. The air ripped saliva out of his mouth at first until he closed his mouth. He had to admit, the sensation of pure weightlessness was intensely exhilarating. He suppressed giddy laughter and experimented with a few forms, while at the same time trying not to allow himself to stray off the path of the others. Close to the ground after a few minutes, he pulled the cord on his parachute dutifully. He could only hope to land relatively nearby, the alternative being the detective having to walk for a bit to find his crew. "I gotta do that again before I die." |
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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 29, 2014 1:33:10 GMT
(OOC:FROM THIS POINT ARCHER, SPOONER, AND JOEL ALL LANDED TOGETHER) The rocket came soaring through the sky. Banking hard right, Lt. Scott dodged the rocket flying in. The rocket curved through the air and was coming in again. Hitting the thrusters the jet shot forwards and Lt. Scott banked to the left. He was doing his best to stay in the general area of the others but he didn't want to keep taking chances. As he continued to maneuver about the others on board were thrown out. Sam Fisher lands one mile south of the drop zone. Dr. Grey lands on the opposite side of the bay north of the drop zone. Snake lands in the middle of the river wrapped in his parachute about 500 yards down stream. Drop Zone:www.google.com/maps/place/Av.+Coronel+Teixeira,+10507+-+Compensa,+Manaus+-+AM,+69030-480,+Brazil/@-3.072871,-60.1335865,12713m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m2!3m1!1s0x926c115dfbc8292d:0xa97bf735f02b25e1 |
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