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Post by omfg on Oct 29, 2014 2:16:19 GMT
Joel was nearing the ground, he tucked his knees and landed, more or less. What matters is that he got down safe. He looked around to analyze the situation.
Archer was a few feet away, seems he landed safe.
Del was above him, and landed safely as well.
"Seems you guys made it, what about the ot-" his sentence cut short by a sharp whistling sound. He looked up to see the plane performing evasive maneuvers, barely dodging missiles. Just like that it was out of sight.
"Shit!" He yelled out, frustrated.
"What do we do? Use the purple smoke bomb?" He asked to the other two.
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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 29, 2014 2:36:35 GMT
Joel was nearing the ground, he tucked his knees and landed, more or less. What matters is that he got down safe. He looked around to analyze the situation. Archer was a few feet away, seems he landed safe. Del was above him, and landed safely as well. "Seems you guys made it, what about the ot-" his sentence cut short by a sharp whistling sound. He looked up to see the plane performing evasive maneuvers, barely dodging missiles. Just like that it was out of sight. "Shit!" He yelled out, frustrated. "What do we do? Use the purple smoke bomb?" He asked to the other two. (OOC: You all still have headset comms that you can communicate with one another.) The General blared through the comms system, "What in the blue hell is going on? Did any of you get a eye on who or where that rocket came from? You all need to get together. Strength in numbers is how you survive. Dr. Grey, from our sate feed you are directly across the bay from the main group. Sam, you are about a mile south. You can hang tight or work your way back. Either way the team has to go that direction anyways. Snake, your going down stream, you need to get to the bank before the river carries you out too far." |
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Post by thetruth40 on Oct 29, 2014 4:11:34 GMT
Snake wrapped up in his parachute, quickly cuts open the chute with his knife, and makes way to the bank.
"Hear you loud and clear, going to the meeting point"
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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 29, 2014 5:01:34 GMT
"Snake it looks like you came ashore about 300 yards east of Sam. Meet up with him. Between you two and the main group is about 20 undead that can be seen wandering the streets. The commotion has gotten them worked up. Also everyone be on the lookout, someone fired that rocket and I'm sure they saw you parachute in too."
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Post by thanosisawesome on Oct 29, 2014 22:09:32 GMT
Sam Fisher kept his calm. He had come down hard, and heard the communication. Staying low to the ground, and trying to move through brush, not staying in the open long, he began to move to Snake's position.
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 30, 2014 2:17:14 GMT
"Damn!" Spooner cried out, a finger raised in the sky toward the plane they had just jumped out of. He watched with horror as the craft began evasive maneuvers. "Shit. Time to get serious then."
He equipped himself with his sidearm without a word. "We should find the others," Spooner made sure the gun was loaded, safety off. "Then we can seek out patient zero. All I know, is we're in dangerous territory with limited ammunition. Hold off on the purple smoke for now, wouldn't want to attract anymore attention. And unless there really are zombie pilots, someone knows we're here and clearly isn't happy about it. To bad, eh fellas? I need a drink," he quipped lightly.
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Post by thetruth40 on Oct 30, 2014 3:34:08 GMT
Snake quickly dons his cardboard box, he randomly pulled out of nowhere, and gets in it. Using as much stealth as a cardboard box can give, he starts moving towards Sam
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Post by deo on Oct 30, 2014 3:36:15 GMT
"Damn!" Spooner cried out, a finger raised in the sky toward the plane they had just jumped out of. He watched with horror as the craft began evasive maneuvers. "Shit. Time to get serious then." He equipped himself with his sidearm without a word. "We should find the others," Spooner made sure the gun was loaded, safety off. "Then we can seek out patient zero. All I know, is we're in dangerous territory with limited ammunition. Hold off on the purple smoke for now, wouldn't want to attract anymore attention. And unless there really are zombie pilots, someone knows we're here and clearly isn't happy about it. To bad, eh fellas? I need a drink," he quipped lightly. "Seconded." Sterling whips out a small bottle of Rum from where his compass was supposed to be kept and takes a swig. Then he hands it to Del. "You may want to waterfall that. Not cause I'm infected, it's just good practice. Also, finding the others is a great plan; we just need to not do that so I can find a bathroom first. Sterling looked around for the nearest place nearby with a bathroom; restaurant, motel, whatever. |
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 30, 2014 4:07:29 GMT
The detective graciously accepts the drink and dutifully drank a mouthful of the alcohol. "That'll put some hair on yer chest," he smiled, wiping the liquor of his beard. Handing the bottle back, he'd speak again. "Much appreciated. Uh, I'd pick a bush or something." He couldn't much see any buildings nearby, but then again he hadn't looked. While Archer did so, Spooner spoke into the communicator, hoping it worked without a problem. "Hello, this thing on? Uh, you two alright? Our headcount just isn't the same without ya."
Spooner spoke to his comrades this time. "Should we see if we can meet them halfway? There are undead between us. Or maybe we should avoid confrontation; I need to see what's happening." He'd then attempt to climb the nearest tree to attempt to gain a visual on the small legion between their group and the two soldiers who'd landed away from them. If possible, he'd give them a verbal warning to avoid areas populated by the infected. All this, if he saw any infected.
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Post by omfg on Oct 30, 2014 11:29:13 GMT
(OOC: According to those coords we got, we should be pretty darn close to a couple of buildings.)
Joel had to decline Archer's offer. "No thanks I don't drink anymore"
These ear communicator things were pretty nifty, he could hear Del clear even though he was a couple of feet away.
"Del. We'd want to avoid confrontation this early on, ignore the other two soldiers. Try to find the guy who shot those damn missiles as the plane. If anything we already know where they are, we're looking for the would-be terrorist. There are more then just infected here.."
He poked at his ear.
"Listen, Snake and the other guy, you two should meet up first. Don't get into any combat now, we don't need the added attention while fighting the guy with the bazooka."
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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 30, 2014 14:25:50 GMT
As Spooner climbed to the top of the tree, he could see a dozen undead crossing the street towards his teammates below. A few were passing just under Spooner. Their moans could be heard over the dead silence of the town. The noise was like a beacon to any undead around.
As Sam and Snake get within eyesight of one another two flash bangs are tossed between them. As they detonated, it echoed off the surrounding walls and buildings. While disoriented two men pop up from behind a parked truck and fire a few rounds in Sam and Snakes direction. (Retreat or Attack?)
(OOC: As far as the zombies go, feel free to call hits but keep in mind your ammunition amounts)
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Post by omfg on Oct 30, 2014 14:53:37 GMT
(OOC: Legacy give me a little head's up on our surroundings, according to the map we're in a populated area.)
Moans..and alot of them. Joel beckoned over to Archer, trying to get him to follow. Looking for any cover, he would dash behind it, keeping his back towards it.
Joel pokes his ear, turning on his mic.
"Del, keep quiet. Let me know if there's anything that can make a loud enough noise to attract enough for them to get together. Here's my plan. IF there is something loud, I'll lob a brick at it, attracting them towards it. Then, I'll use my nail-bomb which will explode and fill them with shrapnel. If it doesn't kill them, it will most likely disorient them, making easy pickings."
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Post by xLEGACYx on Oct 30, 2014 15:19:18 GMT
(OOC: Legacy give me a little head's up on our surroundings, according to the map we're in a populated area.) Moans..and alot of them. Joel beckoned over to Archer, trying to get him to follow. Looking for any cover, he would dash behind it, keeping his back towards it. Joel pokes his ear, turning on his mic. "Del, keep quiet. Let me know if there's anything that can make a loud enough noise to attract enough for them to get together. Here's my plan. IF there is something loud, I'll lob a brick at it, attracting them towards it. Then, I'll use my nail-bomb which will explode and fill them with shrapnel. If it doesn't kill them, it will most likely disorient them, making easy pickings." (OOC: Do you know a way to copy google map pictures? As for the current surroundings its mostly long streets with small cars parked on the streets, trees, stone walls around big houses for now.) |
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Post by Nova Prime X on Oct 31, 2014 13:02:45 GMT
"I'm alone, trapped, armed only with what I got. Hostile territory, unknown variables." She reported in, all solemn and serious...then... "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?" She asked chipperly, her beaming smile almost audible over the comms. "It means...I'm going to have to join the party. Do not worry, I won't be too fashionably late." She giggled, opening up an abandoned four wheeler's hood. "Hmm..." She reached in her toolkit of Torture medical supplies, pulling out the defibrillators. "CLEAR!" And she applied it to the engine, jumpstarting it. "Aww yeah." She bobbed her head like at a metal concert.
"Just one more thing." She lowered herself to the ground, sliding underneath the vehicle and reaching for her custom adhesive, stuck a booster to the undercarriage for speedy getaways, just in case. She nodded, satisfied and stored her weapons and medical gear inside, roaring the car up to 90 and nyoomzooming off. "I wonder what a zombie's internals look like. Must see."
"FOOOOOOOOOOOR SCIENCE!" |
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Post by g4hardcore on Oct 31, 2014 15:28:10 GMT
(OOC: Legacy give me a little head's up on our surroundings, according to the map we're in a populated area.) Moans..and alot of them. Joel beckoned over to Archer, trying to get him to follow. Looking for any cover, he would dash behind it, keeping his back towards it. Joel pokes his ear, turning on his mic. "Del, keep quiet. Let me know if there's anything that can make a loud enough noise to attract enough for them to get together. Here's my plan. IF there is something loud, I'll lob a brick at it, attracting them towards it. Then, I'll use my nail-bomb which will explode and fill them with shrapnel. If it doesn't kill them, it will most likely disorient them, making easy pickings." "Hm," Del thought to himself. "Does the sound of those gunshots count as loud enough?" He could hear the altercation between his two comrades some distance off and the mysterious thrower of explosives. He wondered if the undead would hear it as well and meander toward the disturbance, the only other noise in this ghost town the moans and wails of the undying in the night. If they didn't hear the brawl, Spooner would slide down the tree and dual wield his crowbar and sidearm respectively. With his mechanical arm holding his gun and his flesh arm with the crowbar, he'd refrain from shooting, instead whipping the crowbar at the zombies with enough strength to easily break their rotting necks, and even very possibly decapitate. This, if the zombies weren't distracted by the flash bang/gun shots. If they were, he'd merely join his group, dual wielding nonetheless. |
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