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Hereford Base (R6: Zulu Team)

Postby Gvozdevsk » Fri Jun 24, 2016 6:31 pm

Hereford, England. Home to the world famous SAS, is also the home of the secretive international counterterrorist unit, Rainbow. Here, these elite operatives train to keep their skills at the highest possible level, and are ready to be deployed anywhere in the world at a moments notice. Although most of the operatives do not live on base, instead living in the nearby town of Credenhill or the city of Hereford, Rainbow never truly goes off duty.

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Sameera Mansoor, commander of Rainbow's newly formed Zulu Team, arrived at the base early this morning. After months of training to ensure the team would be able to effectively work together, today was the day they were to finally be declared ready for active service. But first, she had a meeting with Rainbow's commander. She wasn't quie sure what this meeting was to be about, but she was sure it wouldn't cause a problem.

After being waved through security, Sameera drove to the building where Rainbow's command staff was housed. She parked her car and stepped out. She was dressed in a business casual outfit, how she almost always dressed while coming to and from work since starting with Rainbow, and would change into her field clothing, which usually consisted of olive drab BDU pants or blue jeans and a plaid shirt, after arriving. But today she would have to be slightly delayed in doing that, as it would have to wait until after her meeting. She walked through the building until she found the door labeled "David Callaghan" and knocked.

"Come in," the voice of an older man called from the inside. Sameera walked in to see Callaghan. A man in his early 50s, who appeared much older than he truly was, the stress of a long career of special operations having gotten to him. Every time she saw him, Sameera was secretly terrified that such premature ageing would happen to her if she continued in this line of work for much longer.

"Are you sure the team is ready?" Callaghan asked as Sameera sat down.

"Completely sure, we have had plenty of time to train together and I think that we work together well. Some of the men do not like taking orders from a woman, but this is to be expected and they do not complain." Sameera replied.

"And you're ready to lead them? This isn't the same as being a cop in east Jerusalem, you're not going up against kids throwing rocks anymore." Callaghan was sure that Sameera was ready, but he was just testing her to ensure that there was no doubt at all.

"I can do this, but we will need to have a field operation before I can know exactly how well I or my team will perform. All you can do is clear us for active duty and we will not let you down." Sameera said

Callaghan handed her a form, "Alright Mansoor, you just sign here and by the end of today, your team will be cleared for active duty."

Sameera quickly signed her name and stood up to leave from this abnormally short meeting. "Thank you, sir," she said as she left.

"Don't call me sir," Callaghan called out to her as she left.

With the meeting finished, Sameera returned to her car and drove it to where she normally parked, near the complex of buildings that housed Rainbow's armoury and locker rooms (which were separated by gender, surprisingly), firing range, a kill house, and a seperate mess hall specifically for Rainbow. This time, before leaving her car, she grabbed the gym bag sitting on the passenger seat of her car, which contained her field gear. She made her way to the women's locker room and quickly changed into her field gear. None of the other operatives from her team had arrived yet, so she had some down time until the others arrived. She decided to go to the mess hall to grab a cup of tea before the others arrived.

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Postby Ontorisa » Fri Jun 24, 2016 7:41 pm

Hereford, United Kingdom
0920 Hours
Lieutenant Amir "Curry" Tamboli
Assaulter, Rainbow 6: Zulu Team


Tamboli sat inside of the relatively empty mess hall. Despite it being 9:20 in the morning, most of the SAS personnel were off doing drills, or were already deployed. Such is the life of a Rainbow 6 operative it seemed. Despite the dramatic time change from South-East Asia to the United Kingdom, Tamboli felt little to no difference, probably because he was so used to having his body tossed and thrown in completely different directions.

Glancing down at the bland oatmeal and black coffee he had picked up, Tamboli took a small bite of the oatmeal before sipping at the coffee. He huffed, bored out of his mind. Honestly, Tamboli would rather have been patrolling right now instead of sitting and doing nothing in a British mess hall.

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Postby Ubaria » Fri Jun 24, 2016 8:36 pm

Benjamin 'Chacal' Madekwe
RAF Hereford, Hereford, United Kingdom
On Approach


A single Puma helicopter buzzed low over the Herefordshire countryside rustling the roosting pigeons and magpies from the treetops, though for the rest of the residents the sound of helicopters was all to familiar and they had grown accustomed to aircraft coming and going all hours of the day, of course they lived next to the prestigious home of the Special Air Service, widely regarded as one of the best Special Forces in the entire world, now also home to Team Zulu, the new kid on the block. Ben idly stared as the muted greens and browns of the rolling hills drifted by outside the window, the speed of which it passed grew quicker as the helicopter dropped its altitude as it came into final approach.

"Sixty Seconds" The call came from the crewman which shook Ben awake, he had been up for longer than he cared for and probably wouldn't see a wink of shut eye for another few hours. Letting out a gaping yawn, he removed the green duffel from the travel compartment above the seating arrangement and clung to the handrails as the helicopter gently touched down on the landing pad, the ramp slowly opened to let in the crisp English morning air, it was colder than the cargo hold of the Puma and colder than Madekwe's liking, after all he had been accustomed to the African heat for most of his life, it was like stepping into a fridge. To receive him was a regular airmen who escorted him across the helicopter pad and away from the wash of the rotor blades as the helicopter lifted back off into the skies.

"Damn it is cold" Benjamin groaned, trying to suppress the chattering of his teeth.

"Don't worry mate. You'll get used to it in no time" The airman replied as he led Ben down a flight of stairs and toward a cluster of buildings a few hundred yards away, the sound of yelling drill instructors could already be heard echoing through the compound over the pounding of boots and occasional gunfire.

"Where are we going?" Madakwe asked as they transitioned from a paved path into a series of warehouse like buildings.

"Orders are to take you to mess. You must be starvin'"

That much was true, he had a granola bar a few hours before takeoff from Douala International Airport, and didn't have time to eat during the transition from plane to helicopter over in Bordeaux. Any food would be welcome right about now. A couple of minutes later and they reached the mess hall, a less than impressive building but he wasn't there for the architecture, it was relatively quiet inside and nobody really paid any mind when they entered.

"Well, here's mess. Today is Bacon Omelette, or you can have cereals or regular full English if you'd prefer. I have some errands to run, you'll get the run of the place quickly." And with that the man left without another word leaving Ben stood looking like a complete idiot, duffel bag strapped over his shoulder. Rather than stand gawking at the wall, he stuffed the bag under a table and grabbed the recommended Bacon Omelette from the counter, quickly bringing the piping hot food to his table, he set to on devouring it.
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Postby Altito Asmoro » Fri Jun 24, 2016 10:00 pm

Hereford, United Kingdom
0920 Hours
Elsa Harewood
Assaulter, Rainbow Six : Zulu


Headset on, with her C7 rifle, she fired shots after shots and reloaded in between in the firing range. With almost nothing to do since they are at the base. After a two period of the marksmanship, she decided it was time for lunch. Packing up the gun, the ammunition, the equipment at the firing range in the locker room, she walked to the mess hall after that.

In the mess hall, it was relatively empty, save for few ones. She ordered pasta, a hot milk, and to her delight, few Nanaimo bars existed. There's Amir here, well, talking and having lunch with him is fine, she guessed. Better than being alone, obviously. And her food is too much according to some, but she guessed her body could burned fats fast.

Like, real fast.

She decided to talked with Amir, "Hi, Lieutenant Amir. Mind if I sit here?" as she sat down across her, started to devouring the food once she sat down properly in the process. "So how's the day?" as she drank her hot milk.
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Postby Malay Raya » Fri Jun 24, 2016 10:38 pm

Hereford, United Kingdom
0922 Hours
Sergeant Major Vlastimil "Vlad" Ivanovich
Assaulter; Rainbow Six; Zulu


It was quite the misty and cold morning as usual in the SAS Hereford base, but Vlastimil can definitely recall Russia being way chilly than this. He got up very early, owing to the flashback dreams he had the night before during the Crimean war where his comrade got injured badly as he stepped on a land mine and Vlastimil's squad got ambushed at the same time. He can not fathom how he could have survived that, but he guessed it was luck as a Russian armored brigade was stationed near his location and was able to cover Vlastimil's squad as they got back to friendly lines.

He quickly got rid of the thought and got off his bed. Earlier that week he had arrived at the SAS base and went for a selection course to join Rainbow Six and ever since that day he trained to keep his sharpness high after the flight from Russia to England. He changed into his regular uniform and went into the armory to grab his trusty AK-12 and proceeded with his normal routine at the shooting range. The base was quite empty except for the occasional SAS soldiers off-duty and some of his new Rainbow Six comrades that he met, but not had knew them that much.

At 9.20 a.m, he felt the need to put some fuel into his stomach and made his way to the mess and arrived at 9:22 a.m. He grabbed his regular English meal, a taste that he found quite good although he is still not used to it. On his way to the counter, he did saw his new Rainbow Six comrades, the Zulu team. But as far as knowing them, he only knew names and nicknames. There was Sameera, the female Zulu team leader from Israel sitting alone with a cup of tea on her hands. There was also Amir "Curry", a Malaysian as well as Elsa, a Canadian seated at the same table. Only now he notices the wide variety of nationality that Rainbow Six teams comprise of.

He also saw a new guy seated at another table. He seemed quite cool although Vlastimil doesn't know his name yet. He took his food and a cup of coffee and got seated next to Amir. He sees that the two (Amir and Elsa) are talking so he just sat there and ate his meal while planting his ears hearing what they are talking about.
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Postby Great Eldaria » Sat Jun 25, 2016 5:23 am

Hereford, United Kingdom
Thomas Nistad, Medic, Rainbow Team Zulu


Thomas put his leg to the brake, slowing down his massive BMW as he approach the gate of the base. Security guards waving him around, before he finds peace at the parking near what should be the armory. He puts his car to rest next to the only other car in sight, before jumping out and opening the trunk. Thomas barely notices the cold and windy enviroment, being used to the harsh Norwegian winter. He pulls out a huge backpack, including all of his most necessary gear. It reminds him of his first time in the Army, where he could barely carry his backpack, and it was lighter!

After a quick trip to his locker, he found it necessary to get himself a meal. The mess hall is some footsteps away, and before he knew it, he was glaring at the tables. Suprisingly, people where already eating. He finds his way to the food, picking up some egg and a glass of orange juice.
He suddenly realized how little he knows about his teammates, barely some of their names.
Afraid of creating an awkward situation, he sits down at a separate table, located in-between the three people at the same table, and his team leader and fellow medic further away. He takes a sip of his juice, before beginning his little meal.

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Postby Ontorisa » Sat Jun 25, 2016 9:09 am

Hereford, United Kingdom
0925 Hours
Lieutenant Amir "Curry" Tamboli
Assaulter, Rainbow 6: Zulu Team


"Hi, Lieutenant Amir. Mind if I sit here?"


Tamboli looked up from the bland oatmeal, and with his mouth full, nodded. Looking at the girl, Tamboli faintly recognized her from the research he had done on his team. Elsa Harewood, 32 years old, born in Toronto, Ontario, spent 6 years with the Canadian Armed Forces before being transferred to the Canadian Special Operations Regiment for 2.5 years, later transferred to Rainbow 6. She had a degree from the University of Toronto in Music, an odd choice for an assaulter of her calibre, but he didn't judge. While Tamboli was going over all of this information, he realized she had sat across from him.

"So how's the day?"


"Tiring." Tamboli finally said after so long, swallowing the viscous oatmeal. "Food's okay, though I sort of prefer the stuff they served us back in Sabah. You?"

Taking another sip of coffee and eating another spoonful of oatmeal, Tamboli looked down at the now empty bowl. Slightly disappointed, he looked back at the Mess Hall's counter to see if there was any food left. There was cereal, fruits, small muffins and various drinks such as milk, orange juice and apple juice. Excusing himself for a second, Tamboli quickly walked over and filled up an empty bowl with Vector cereal, pouring some milk in it before turning back and sitting in his spot at the table.

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Postby Relikai » Sat Jun 25, 2016 10:25 am

Konayama Haruna

She hardly had time to process the information, that her sister had enlisted in the JSDF. Immediately after her return from an operation, Konayama Haruna received news that the would be transferred to the UK, under a joint international effort called 'RAINBOW'. Haruna has heard of RAINBOW, but never dreamt of being selected for the organization. Was it because of her skills, or her unique ability to draw information out of a man who desired women?

Her latest assignment was a hit operation in Cambodia, acting as a prostitute in the employ of a Japanese contact dealing in the black market. It was one of her easier assignments, finding information out of a drunk man and his study, before calling in a strike team after causing chaos from within with poison and a ceramic knife capable of parting bones and severing the spinal cord. She can't be blamed for being effective for that operation, the insurgent was more than glad to get his hands on such a specimen, Haruna boasting features which were seen as ideal among most Asian females.

A figure which has to be maintained, as she worked out at the gym, working on squats to tone her hips, as well as multiple crunches for her waist. It was a tough process, keeping the fats of her body where she had to, on her chest and butt, as well as making sure that she did not become too muscular. She was not a heavy weapons specialist, nor a fully armoured breacher. Haruna could carry an infantryman's weight and more, but ultimately she has a specialised role within the JSDF SFG, and now RAINBOW.

"Twenty..." Haruna whispered, counting the number of squats she did as she gently placed the barbell back onto it's support, wiping the sweat from her brow as she hopped up to the pull up bar, pulling herself up despite the strains on her body. Earlier, Haruna ran three kilometers in eleven minutes, a test on her cardio even during an off day. She avoided the exercise which the males in her previous team did, instead forming her own regime which fits her requirements, often training alone as a result.

A hot shower did her wonders, the Japanese woman changing into a form fitting black admin shirt which contrasts sharply with her skin, ending at her midriff as she completed her outfit it with a pair of uniform pants, similarly coloured and supported with a belt. Being a newcomer, Haruna didn't know much of RAINBOW's workings, but her outfit was one which was seen as normal back in her SFG. Regulations were nearly non-existent, as long as the females do not become pregnant or any of them catching a disease somewhere. Everything imaginable can be done, as long as they do not compromise their operational efficiency, or get caught by the public, during which expulsion and a possible jail term awaits.

The mess had several groups of personnel scattered around, Haruna not recognising any of them yet. Introductions would come quickly, but there would be little time for her to interact with people. If RAINBOW were to use her abilities to the maximum, Haruna would spend more time outside of the base, with a probable target instead of being on standby. Picking up her breakfast, bacon omelettes, together with some milk to provide her with a mix of nutrients. Ordering a strip or two of bacon as well, Haruna carefully removed the fatty parts as she chewed on the dish, enjoying its taste as she picked up a newspaper, choosing to spend time off her electronic devices once in a while.
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Postby Independent States of Tula » Sat Jun 25, 2016 5:50 pm

Jurek Sokol
RAF Hereford, Hereford, United Kingdom
Autorifleman, Rainbow Six: Zulu Team


Jurek was waved in by the guards at the front gate as he drove his black Ford Fiesta into the base. Jurek had chosen the Ford Fiesta because it was the most popular car in the UK, that helped gave him the anonymity that he desired when coming back and forth from RAF Hereford and his apartment in Hereford city. After parking in his designated spot Jurek started to make his way to the mess hall to get a coffee to help keep him alert. He planned afterwards to go to the firing range and keep his aim sharp, and then after that to do his daily run and exercise routine, but first he needed coffee. As Jurek walked into the mess hall he noted some of the other members of his team were already there.

As he walked over to the coffee machine though Jurek noted the presence of the Russian...Vlastimil "Vlad" Ivanovich...and Jurek couldn't help but give a visible scowl at the man.

'Damn Russians...' Jurek thought to himself as he poured himself a cup.

Jurek was a nationalist...and as such he held no love for the Russians who had once occupied his fair nation...and now were trying to occupy another to the South. Jurek had no doubt that Ivanovich took part in that illegal invasion and occupation, and because of that he hated the man already, Jurek already promised himself that he wouldn't cover that man's back no matter what...and that thought alone was enough to calm the Pole enough to switch his thoughts to where to sit and drink his coffee. He saw the Team Leader sitting with a cup of tea and so Jurek decided to walk over to her table.

When he got close Jurek offered the traditional Polish two-fingered salute before asking "Permission to sit at this table ma'am?"

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Postby Malay Raya » Sat Jun 25, 2016 7:24 pm

Mess Hall
RAF Hereford
Sgt. Major Vlastimil "Vlad" Ivanovich


Vlastimil was contently sipping his coffee after finishing his meal. "I'd love a classic Russian meal by my mother's... but eh at least my stomach's full now." He thought to himself. He did not talk to his table companions yet merely because he doesn't start conversations much, but he doesn't feel awkward sitting near people that he already just knew simply because he was used to that when he was in the Russian Ground Forces. There was also the fact that he was always transferred from unit to unit, brigade to brigade previously for unknown reasons.

With his coffee running very low he took a look to his surroundings while his fingers swapping away at his phone. He rarely uses his phone except for searching things up the 'net and calling or messaging his contacts. But then a Japanese girl walked through the door, a very eye catching one. Vlastimil being a simple man can't help himself to get his eyes off the girl. Some would probably say Vlastimil seems like a 'stalker' by the way he stares.

But then a Polish man entered through the mess doors. Vlastimil recognizes him as Jurek. Vlastimil tried to avoid eye contact and looked at Jurek by only the corner of his eye and noticed that he gave a scowl at him. Vlastimil tried to figure why the hell Jurek seems somewhat angry and doesn't want to talk with him. Is it because Vlastimil is Russian? He kept trying to figure that out. Though he doesn't notice that his coffee had already been finished and he kept on sipping to make it look like he was not thinking.
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Postby The United Federation of Terrans » Sun Jun 26, 2016 11:12 am

RAF Hereford, United Kingdom
0925
Armory
Alek Krausser


"Godamnit!!! I told you not to touch my damn weapons!!!!" Krausser was practically shouting at the the British lance corporal who sat behind the counter with a knowing smirk on his face. Behind the lance corporal were a handful of other armorer's who appeared to be maintaining a variety of weapons but in actuality were listening to their weekly dose of drama.

"None of us touched 'em mate. Same as the last week and the week before that." The Brit answered as he nodded towards the SMG that lay on the counter between them. Krausser felt his blood boil as he spared a glance at the UMP which while in perfect working order on the interior; had it's EOTech set mounted backwards, the folding stock had been removed and the tactical light had also been reversed so that if he had turned it on Krausser would have blinded himself. The German however, knew that he couldn't bring the weapon with him given the current regulations on the base and by the time he brought a superior down here they would have fixed the damages they caused. The lance corporal was fully aware of this and showed it as the fuming German operator turned on his heels and left muttering choice phrases. Just as the German left the cool room the corporal shouted out the open door as he and his buddies fought back laughter. "Don't be such a Sour-Kraut!!!!"

"Dummkopfs" Krausser muttered under his breath as he made his way towards the mess hall for something to eat. His first chore of the day, checking over his weapon, had produced the result he expected; however the armory at least gave him the SMG in working order for drills. A cool gust of wind caused Krausser to turn up the collar of his gray field jacket and pull his black knit cap down further over his ears. Krausser wished that he could wear the cold weather flecktarn pattern gear that he had stored in his footlocker but he instead had to leave himself content with the 'light' pair of tactical cargo pants he had been provided by the supply sergeant.

So he was in a foul mood when he walked into the mess and went up to the counter to the light and bland breakfast's that paled in comparison to German mess hall menus. With a plate of butchered poached eggs on toast and skinny sausage; Krausser sat down at a far corner of the mess and tucked into his breakfast in silence.
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Postby Kyraina » Sun Jun 26, 2016 12:36 pm

Town Of Credenhill
0900 ZULU (Local)
Technical Sergeant (Master Sergeant Select) Joseph Bridges


Joseph kissed his wife goodbye after he pulled on a black tactical shirt,black cargo pants, and spit shined Leather Boots, with Oakley Gascan Sunglasses. He walked out into the garage, raised the door, started up a Black 2016 Indian Scout Motorcycle, pulled on a full face helmet, and left for RAF Hereford.

Outside of RAF Hereford
0915 ZULU (Local)


Joseph pulled up to the gate and took out his CAC (Common Access Card, Which is the US Military's ID Card), the British MP Checked it, scanned it, and handed it to Joseph. Joseph thanked the man and drove to the DFAC.

DFAC, RAF Hereford
0925 Zulu (Local)


Joseph pulled off the full face helmet, removed the sunglasses, and walked into the DFAC. He looked around and got inline to get something to eat. He got a Ham and Cheese Omelet, some Bacon, and Biscuits with sausage gravy.

He found a empty table and sat down and started eating.
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Postby Vacif » Sun Jun 26, 2016 2:25 pm

Brandon Zu // Breacher
RAF Hereford, Hereford, United Kingdom
0927 Hours


It was a misty morning as some would say, moisture in the air, a nice ten degrees centigrade. The sun had been up since 5, it was weird being beaten by the sun whenever he woke up for his morning exercise, despite having lived here for over five months now. He'd just now finished his morning run, and sets. Brandon couldn't quite say before dawn, but at least it was still morning, and he'd worked up quite an appetite by then. His residence wasn't exactly far from the base, so he simply jogged to the Credenhill Barracks (RAF Hereford). Dressed in a grey track suit, Brandon pushed open the doors to the mess, and strode towards the lineup of food.

He grabbed a nutritious, and fiber-rich meal to feed his needs. A yogurt parfait, with scrambled eggs, mixed with vegetables, accompanied by a side plate of whole grain toast, and a glass of orange juice. Without really paying attention to those around him, he took a seat at an available table. Most, if not all of those inside the mess at this time were members of Zulu, who he felt fairly comfortable with, considering they'd been training together for several months now. Rubbing his hands together, he started to craft a bit of a sandwich using the toast, and egg, and started his feast.
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Postby Kyraina » Sun Jun 26, 2016 2:38 pm

Technical Sergeant (Master Sergeant Select) Joseph Bridges// Rifleman/Designated Marksman
DFAC, RAF Hereford
0927 ZULU

Vacif wrote:.......

Joseph looked up as Brandon took a seat across him. Joseph shook his head at what Brandon was eating, as Joseph himself took a drink of Coffee, and eat a piece of Bacon. "You know Zu, You should have some Bacon with that. A little meat never hurts when eat after working out. The Fat and Protein It provides is a good post work out food.Any How was the morning workout session?"
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Postby Vacif » Sun Jun 26, 2016 3:51 pm

Brandon Zu // Breacher
RAF Hereford, Hereford, United Kingdom
0927 Hours


"You know Zu, You should have some Bacon with that. A little meat never hurts when eat after working out. The Fat and Protein It provides is a good post work out food. Any How was the morning workout session?"


Brandon chewed on his sandwich as he listened to Joseph's suggestion. It was only then that it dawned on him that he was missing meat, specifically bacon. Wait...are eggs mea-wait no, no they are not. This revelation had a noticeable effect on Brandon as he slowed his chewing, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he glanced down onto his creation. Brandon quickly looked back to look at Joseph, Then back at the half-eaten sandwich, and then back at Joseph.

Before answering his question, Brandon finished what was in his mouth before speaking, like any decently mannered person. "Good, thank you very much. Had a nice little run, something about the cold just invigorates me." He said with a nod. "So I feel good, if not just a bit hungry. You think it's too late to grab some bacon? I mean I'm already half way through my platter..." he questioned, gesturing to the half eaten egg/vegetable sandwich.
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Postby The United Federation of Terrans » Sun Jun 26, 2016 4:26 pm

RAF Hereford, United Kingdom
0928
Mess Hall
Alek Krausser
Vacif wrote: "So I feel good, if not just a bit hungry. You think it's too late to grab some bacon? I mean I'm already half way through my platter..."

Krausser looked up from his food as he heard his teammate look over his rather vegetarian platter of food. Krausser spared a glance at his own plate, the eggs and toast were long gone and the sausage while good by British standards were cruel and unflavorless mock-ups of the food he had grown up eating. and so sat still untouched. With a sigh, Krausser stood and made sure that he didn't bump the pistol holstered on his thigh against the underside of the table. Then he made his way towards Zu and deposited the plate with half a dozen thin sausages in front of the operator.

"Here you go Zu. Hate to have my teammates not get their protein." Krausser then made to leave the mess hall when he stopped as he realized he didn't have anything to do at the present so he sat down at the table with Zu and Bridges.
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Postby Kyraina » Sun Jun 26, 2016 5:10 pm

Technical Sergeant (Master Sergeant Select) Joseph Bridges// Rifleman/Designated Marksman
DFAC, RAF Hereford
0929 ZULU


"Good, thank you very much. Had a nice little run, something about the cold just invigorates me." He said with a nod. "So I feel good, if not just a bit hungry. You think it's too late to grab some bacon? I mean I'm already half way through my platter..." he questioned, gesturing to the half eaten egg/vegetable sandwich.


"Man, In Texas it's never to late for Bacon. Here have a couple pieces of my bacon, sorry I don't have any Canadian Bacon for you though." Joseph said, the last sentence said in lighthearted way, as he handed Brandon a couple pieces of Bacon.

"Yeah, the same here. I use to workout in the freezing Cold desert nights when I was in Iraq and Afghanistan, something about the cold wakes me up and gets me ready to go. Always like Riding my Bike in the cold for the same reason. The guys in Delta tried giving me a hard time for that."


"Here you go Zu. Hate to have my teammates not get their protein." Krausser then made to leave the mess hall when he stopped as he realized he didn't have anything to do at the present so he sat down at the table with Zu and Bridges.


"Good Morning Krausser, What's with the long face? The Brits messed with our weapons again?"
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Kyraina wrote:"Good Morning Krausser, What's with the long face? The Brits messed with our weapons again?"

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"Ja; I swear every time I turn my weapon in they find a new way of screwing it up." Krausser heavily accented voice said briskly. When the former GSG 9 operator got angry his accent became more and more prominent until in some cases German intermingled in his English. "This place is worse then college."
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Technical Sergeant (Master Sergeant Select) Joseph Bridges// Rifleman/Designated Marksman
DFAC, RAF Hereford
0929 ZULU



"Ja; I swear every time I turn my weapon in they find a new way of screwing it up. This place is worse then college."


"They Are better then the US Army Armories I have had to deal with. Those Bastards Drop the weapon if it isn't their own weapon. Had to replace the Stock a few times cause some private dropped the the thing right on the stock several times. A Broken or Cracked Collapsible Stock is not something you want. Of coarse knowing the Brits I'll have to re-sight in the scope of my rifle again. The Bastards just don't know their way around a rifle." Joseph said with a shake of his head. "Any way did you get your weapons straighten out again?"
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0920 Hours
Elsa Harewood
Assaulter, Rainbow Six : Zulu


Tamboli looked up from the bland oatmeal, and with his mouth full, nodded. Looking at the girl, Tamboli faintly recognized her from the research he had done on his team. Elsa Harewood, 32 years old, born in Toronto, Ontario, spent 6 years with the Canadian Armed Forces before being transferred to the Canadian Special Operations Regiment for 2.5 years, later transferred to Rainbow 6. She had a degree from the University of Toronto in Music, an odd choice for an assaulter of her calibre, but he didn't judge. While Tamboli was going over all of this information, he realized she had sat across from him.


Elsa nodded back at Amir. His name is Amir Tamboli, 28, lot of experience with 7 years, in Iraq and Afghanistan with Malaysian Armed Forces, before transferred to Special Forces Regiment and served for 4 years. Honorary Degree in Chemistry from the Universiti Malaysia Sabah and a multi-linguist. Considering his background in chemistry (despite a honorary degree's status) shouldn't he be with explosive specialist? But she respected his decisions and it was not her choice on the matter.

"Tiring." Tamboli finally said after so long, swallowing the viscous oatmeal. "Food's okay, though I sort of prefer the stuff they served us back in Sabah. You?"

Taking another sip of coffee and eating another spoonful of oatmeal, Tamboli looked down at the now empty bowl. Slightly disappointed, he looked back at the Mess Hall's counter to see if there was any food left. There was cereal, fruits, small muffins and various drinks such as milk, orange juice and apple juice. Excusing himself for a second, Tamboli quickly walked over and filled up an empty bowl with Vector cereal, pouring some milk in it before turning back and sitting in his spot at the table.


"It's fine, just finished my firing range period in the firing range," as she chuckled in the end. More of a nervousness, she admitted to herself she never really talked to him beyond usual chit-chat during training period. Of course, as he walked away for more food, she devoured much of her main course, eating in silence.
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Independent States of Tula wrote:When he got close Jurek offered the traditional Polish two-fingered salute before asking "Permission to sit at this table ma'am?"

Sameera was drinking her tea when she noticed the Polish man arrive. Jurek Sokol, the team's automatic rifleman. She didn't know much about the man, other than that he had served with the Polish GROM. In fact, she didn't know that much in general about the people under her command, she hadn't taken that much time to get to know them yet.

The Polish man saluted and asked if he could sit at this table. "You should have learned by now Sokol, you don't need to salute me or be formal in this unit. It's not how things were for me in Israel as long as I wasn't dealing with anyone too high up in the officer ranks and it's not how I want to run things here. And you don't need to ask permission to sit here."

She took a sip of her tea. "How are you finding things with the unit so far?"

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Kyraina wrote:Technical Sergeant (Master Sergeant Select) Joseph Bridges// Rifleman/Designated Marksman
DFAC, RAF Hereford
0929 ZULU



"Ja; I swear every time I turn my weapon in they find a new way of screwing it up. This place is worse then college."


"They Are better then the US Army Armories I have had to deal with. Those Bastards Drop the weapon if it isn't their own weapon. Had to replace the Stock a few times cause some private dropped the the thing right on the stock several times. A Broken or Cracked Collapsible Stock is not something you want. Of coarse knowing the Brits I'll have to re-sight in the scope of my rifle again. The Bastards just don't know their way around a rifle." Joseph said with a shake of his head. "Any way did you get your weapons straighten out again?"

"Nien,those bastards say they can't let me leave with it unless its a unit wide drill. Schwanzes; have to trust them to put it back properly." Krausser gave a shake of his head and looked down at his tray and caught a sight of Bridge's hand of which a ring was sitting prominently. Krausser gave a nod towards the hand as he looked at his fellow operator. "Who's the lucky girl?"
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Postby Relikai » Sun Jun 26, 2016 6:01 pm

"...so does having a lass make your day better?"

The sound of approaching steps reached the men at their table, as a lady practically sashayed over, pulling a seat as she joined them, her dark brown hair flowing down her shoulders as she greeted each of them with a bright smile. Haruna has overheard their conversation, and since she was done with her newspaper, the Japanese agent decided that it would be good to get acquainted with the guys instead of acting like an ice queen.

Haruna never lacked confidence when it came to interactions, especially with men. Experienced enough through her field operations, it was a skill which she has to continually hone, since it was her entry point into the opening stages of infiltration. Her body was a good gift, but more often than not, people were turned on with words before physical touch.

Besides, her file was mostly confidential, distorted records which listed her as 'Direct Action'.

"Nice band." Haruna quipped, gesturing at Joseph. "Must be a lovely lady."
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The United Federation of Terrans wrote:
Kyraina wrote:Technical Sergeant (Master Sergeant Select) Joseph Bridges// Rifleman/Designated Marksman
DFAC, RAF Hereford
0929 ZULU



"Ja; I swear every time I turn my weapon in they find a new way of screwing it up. This place is worse then college."


"They Are better then the US Army Armories I have had to deal with. Those Bastards Drop the weapon if it isn't their own weapon. Had to replace the Stock a few times cause some private dropped the the thing right on the stock several times. A Broken or Cracked Collapsible Stock is not something you want. Of coarse knowing the Brits I'll have to re-sight in the scope of my rifle again. The Bastards just don't know their way around a rifle." Joseph said with a shake of his head. "Any way did you get your weapons straighten out again?"

"Nien,those bastards say they can't let me leave with it unless its a unit wide drill. Schwanzes; have to trust them to put it back properly." Krausser gave a shake of his head and looked down at his tray and caught a sight of Bridge's hand of which a ring was sitting prominently. Krausser gave a nod towards the hand as he looked at his fellow operator. "Who's the lucky girl?"
Relikai wrote:"...so does having a lass make your day better?"

The sound of approaching steps reached the men at their table, as a lady practically sashayed over, pulling a seat as she joined them, her dark brown hair flowing down her shoulders as she greeted each of them with a bright smile. Haruna has overheard their conversation, and since she was done with her newspaper, the Japanese agent decided that it would be good to get acquainted with the guys instead of acting like an ice queen.

Haruna never lacked confidence when it came to interactions, especially with men. Experienced enough through her field operations, it was a skill which she has to continually hone, since it was her entry point into the opening stages of infiltration. Her body was a good gift, but more often than not, people were turned on with words before physical touch.

Besides, her file was mostly confidential, distorted records which listed her as 'Direct Action'.

"Nice band." Haruna quipped, gesturing at Joseph. "Must be a lovely lady."


"Unlucky is more like it, and She is Lovely, what she did wrong to deserve me, I'll never know." Joseph said as he unzipped the right sleeve pocket of his shirt and brought out a picture. "Her name is Alena Wrum (OOC: Pronounced Vrum) Bridges, She is a Doctor. She works at a Hospital in Hereford City. She is still getting use to being a Military Dependent, only been married about 7 months. Also getting use to the fact that my job is to save and protect lives by the taking of Lives. While Just hers is to save lives through medicine. Met her at a Doctors with out Borders Hospital on my last deployment to Afghan. I'm surprised your just now asked, but my gloves probably have been covering it up." Joseph said after eating a bit of his Omelet. "We both Have Family In Germany, mine is over by Frankfort, She has family has Stuttgart. Never Learned German Myself even though the Grandparents on my mom side are German Immigrants."

Joseph then looked at Haruna and smiled a Lazy Texas Cowboy smile. "Howdy there. If my wife saw you, she'd make sure to get me transferred out of here."
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Kyraina wrote:<SNIP>


"Nice." Krausser said after examining the picture and handing it back to the American. The response was as Krausser had seen from his time with NATO a standard and accepted response to viewing anyone's pictures. He was about to comment on his lack of female company and ask about Bridge's family when he heard the voice of their resident 'spook'.

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"Nice band. Must be a lovely lady."


"Guten Morgen" Krausser said in greeting as he eyed her outfit and gave an internal roll of his eyes. He was sure that her visits to the armory never went the way his did.
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