OPERATION: Z.O.R.M. [BA ZRP, IC]

[Turmenista]

OPERATION ZOMBIE OCEAN RESCUE MISSION OOC


"Aaaaaaaaaannd, Rolling!"

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Nationstates Pictures Presents...


In Association with Michael Bay Studios...


A Max Barry Film...


OPERATION: ZOMBIE OCEAN RESCUE MISSION


Chapter 1: S.S.D.D
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Fiji, 06900 Hours

Morgan Freeman- *cough* The PRESIDENT*, sat close, as the live recording of Fiji panned across the giant screen. The president managed to stifle a small smile, looking at the panoramic picture in front of him.

"Ah, Fiji. A Peaceful, beautiful country. Great tasting water, and Miles upon miles of safe, white sand bea-"

An explosion in the distance appeared, and the shockwave soon rocked the camera, buffeting it with sand and sending it up into the air with a large SCHWOMP.

The camera hit the ground with a thud, the lens facing upwards to show the picture perfect blue sky and clouds for a split second of peace, only to be ruined by a giant Grumman HU-16 Albatross flying across the sky, leaving a dark black trail of smoke. Trailing behind it were two tiny Cold War-era jets, piloted by the undead soldiers.

"Aw Hell..." The president growled, before pulling up a microphone to mouth level. "Team, how are you doing out there?"

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Rambo poked his head out of the small window of the plane, letting his blood-red bandana fly in the wind.

Bullets whizzed past his head, missing by inches, but he didn't mind. "Eh, shit."

He leaned back inside, as a bullet whizzed past where his neck would've been. "We're in deep do doo.." He muttered, grabbing something off of the gun rack in the back.

"We're gonna try to do an emergency landing, command." Ellen Ripley finished, making herself shown to everyone else by stepping out, holding onto a chair so she wouldn't fall over. "But first, we need to deal with these enemy fighters..

"I got this." A Voice spoke, politely shoving ripley out of the way.

Johnny Rico slid out to the External gun on the back, holding a Grenade launcher that was not copied from Halo: Reach.

"Get some, BITCH!" Rico yelled, squeezing the trigger and holding it down. A Grenade shot out of the large barrel of the break-action weapon, blinking red as it approached the two fliers.

He let go as soon as it was near the first one, and the Grenade exploded in a flash of blue and red, releasing deadly EMP bursts. The plane on the left's engines sputtered off, and it began a nosedive, hitting the second flier below it in the process.

Both enemy fliers plummeted below into the jungles, not before getting a glimpse at Casper van Dien's middle finger sticking up at them.

Rico leaned back from the door, as Stallone- I mean Rambo gave him a parachute, along with everyone [and everything] else inside the plane. "Okay, fellas, now, who's flying again?"

The pilot's seat was empty again, the wheel motionless as the plane accelerated towards a large cliff in their way.

"EVERYONE, OUT OF THE PLANE!" Rico yelled, grabbing Ripley and Chuck Norris, the Nearest people, and taking a leap out of the back of the plane.

[Aeiouia]

"FOR THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD.", M.E.R.I.C.A. says, before jumping out of the plane, assisted in the leap with two rocket engines embedded in their legs.

They fall quickly due to their immense weight, much faster than the other members of the squad. But just before hitting the ground, they activate a parachute, emblazoned with the Stars and Stripes, and reading "USA".

The chute manages to slow their descent just in time. Without a second to spare, they land without damage, shaking the ground and taking point for the other members of the squad.

"WHEN YOU MESS WITH AMERICA, YOU MESS WITH US. AND NO ONE MESSES WITH US."

[Turmenista]

"FOR THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN THE WORLD.", M.E.R.I.C.A. says, before jumping out of the plane, assisted in the leap with two rocket engines embedded in their legs.

They fall quickly due to their immense weight, much faster than the other members of the squad. But just before hitting the ground, they activate a parachute, emblazoned with the Stars and Stripes, and reading "USA".

The chute manages to slow their descent just in time. Without a second to spare, they land without damage, shaking the ground and taking point for the other members of the squad.

"WHEN YOU MESS WITH AMERICA, YOU MESS WITH US. AND NO ONE MESSES WITH US."

"Damn straight." John Rambo called from below, as he began his ascent with his parachute. "For once, I've got to agree with the Giant Robot.."

The Smoking Expendables plane screamed over all of them, then slammed into the cliff and blowing up. Anyone that was still inside it was gonna have a really bad day...

[Zombie Fascists]

Jed Cooper put his parachute on, calm as a cucumber. The fire rapidly approached him, and he didn't even flinch. Instead, he took out a cigar and lit it in the flames. One puff and a smoke ring before the jump.

He leaped out from the plane in the nick of time, one second later and he'd be dead. But he had calculated the exact time it would take, and knew he would make it. That's how he liked to do things, on the edge.

"YEEEEHAAW!!!" the old cowboy shouted as he pulled the string to his 'chute and fell from the sky like an archangel.

[Adunu]

Jack jumped out the plane, as he imagined the theme song of 'Battle Field 3' playing in the background.

"FOR AMERICA!" He screamed through the rustling wind.

[Turmenista]

John Rambo looked up at the sky, to the falling figure of Arnold Sch- not even gonna try spelling/pronouncing that..

"Eh. He's kinda late." Rambo said, kicking out a crate that had magically appeared to the center of the group. The crate automatically opened up, revealing various weapons inside:

A M240 Machine gun, A M41A pulse rifle, Morita Assault Rifle, and several other various weaponry all manufactured by America.

"Eat up, bubs." Rambo said, picking up the M240B in one muscled hand and pulling the slide back. "We're moving out, on me."

He made some random hand movement with his palm, pointing forwards, in the direction of a small town in the mountains off in the distance, where AA fire and tracer rounds ricocheting could be obviously seen in the sky.

[Aeiouia]

"THEY WILL BE NO MATCH FOR AMERICA. LET'S ROLL OUT.", M.E.R.I.K.A. says, before following John Rambo and the rest of the squad.