Stranded on the Open Sea [Zombie Roleplay, OPEN]

[Orrostriska]

Radio Chatter:

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Yes the key is teamwork, our top engineer may tackle any technical obstacles thrown at him. For the armed men they may take out infected threats. We need weapons to arm OSC Kironilekov, even if it is just one extra gun, we will accept it. Kill infected on sight. Keep note, do not get bitten or scratched, if you happen to get an open wound, cover it immediately to avoid infection. Proceed into with caution, and may god be by your side.


[Xadufell]

UXV Heldenhaft, Xadufellic Battleship, 100 miles from the coast of America. 2,436 crew onboard, headed by Captain Gregor McCunningham

{[ OFFICIAL TRANSMISSION: UXV HELDENHAFT ]}

This is Captain Gregor McCunningham of the Xadufellic Kriegsmarine... we came from the port of Neu Orleans, we are clear, no infected on board that we have accounted for. We are sending this transmission to any ship capable... we sail to Malta, if you wish to accompany us, you are more than welcome.

{[ END TRANSMISSION ]}

[Orrostriska]

Aboard OSC Kironilekov
"We need more guns!" yelled Lakron as he helped Jaso, and the crew member search through the supplies aboard the ship. "Oi! I found something!" yelled Kerk Vinil as he pointed to a large container. Everyone gathered to the crate. On it's side the it read:
PROPERTY OF ORROSTRISKAN MILITARY
OPEN WITH CAUTION
Jaso grabbed a pair of bolt clippers and cut the chains holding the door together. They opened the door to find dozens of boxes. "Steyr AUG?" Lakron read a box. "M24OL? These are all guns!" Jaso realized. "Everyone! Grab a gun and suit up!" Lakron yelled to the crew members. But still, something didn't feel right What are these doing here? Lakron wondered, but he shook the thought out of hi head.

[Jersey Republic]

"I'm heading up to the bridge, I need 3 soldiers to assist me. I am gonna look at the captains manifest. Find out what happened." Vladmir loads his gun and fransisco stays behind with the main crew.

[Gebeta]

Bravo team headed towards the ship, riding the waves as they went along.

Bravo 1 sat in the front of the RIB. " wish everyone had Exo Skeletons. They would at least stop a bite" he said.
Bravo 5 replied "yeah, but all we got is draken "

Draken was a light Kevlar armor for pistol grade rounds, normally worn under heavy kevlar. Sadly, it had proven of little use in his scenario. Reports from Mainland Gebeta had shown the armor was helpful, but not all protectecting as hoped. It would stop a fatal wound, but would cause minor wounds that still had a chance of infection.

The RIB bumped into the ship, and the team threw up 3 cables with hooks atrached. They pulled on the cables, ensuring they grabbed onto something.

In the distance they watched as Anna team prepared to board a RIB, acting as a rescue team.
Bravo 1 keyed his mic to feed on his team and the submarine, which in turn feed it to the ad-hoc battlegroup that had formed. He also keyed his helmet cam, feeding to he submarine only.
"Go go go" he said.
Bravo 1 2 4 moved up the cables, dropping to a knee when they reached the top. All 3 of them had the MP13 assault rifle at ready. It was stripped down to bare essentials, with the exception of a bayonet at the end, attached to the silencer with some super glue and tape. The last word members of bravo team arrived on the ship as well, after tying the cables to anchor points on the RIB.

The team, part of the JSF had the most advanced weapons, but the ad-hoc close quaternary equipment showed the suddenness of the situation. Gebeta had the gear to fight necromorphs, but it was special issued in emergencies. The failure of this team was they were at sea when the emergency happaned.


Ooc may not be on for the rest of the night. Will try to post one more time before I call it a night.

[United Islands of Polis]

Atlantic Ocean
Near Unidentified Group of Ships
23rd Response Group, Detachment of the 3rd Defense Operations Fleet

"What the fuck! The cap jumped with the rest of the CPBs!" the flight engineer of the chopper yelled to the rest of the crew in awe, he was an old man and he jumped "What really? Is he kicking ass down there?" asked a door gunner as he began to look at the Open Sea, sweeping the deck with the 35mm autocannon.

"Thank you Private, keep that sidearm loaded for me eh." the captain gave back the pistol to its original owner, seeing that teir method of getting up there was by a line, he proposed an idea "If you could listen to me for a while lads, that up there is an N7A Scorch Transport which doubles as a gunship, it can hold 36 people as of the moment, so we can get most, if not everyone on board in one flight." as the captain was speaking it began to land relatively close to the Orostriskan ship.

All Polisians on the boat went on the transport where the Flight Engineer got a key and opened a weapons locker, they beagn to grab their weapons, mainly ARX-200s and AA-12s, the Flight Engineer looked out the back and signaled anyone who wanted to come in to take a faster trip (At this point whoever wanted to go on the transport is on) "Gaining altitude hold on" the pilot announced as they went higher to match the ship's height.

The Constitutional Police Brigadeers were armed to the teeth, they had their battle rifles and shotguns in hand, but they were wearing specialized armor, it was nothing short of placing ceramic plate inserts that were shaped for limbs and torsos which had kevlar padding underneath, it looked cumbersome with the steel looking riot helmets, but no, they were in a sense still heavy but not to heavy to be impractical, it was lighter than it looked because it was all made of aluminum, a light metal which could offer the same defensive capabilities of ceramic steel plates and with the case of flesh eating abominations, this was very useful.

"We're about to hit the deck" the pilot said, now all the men onboard began to do weapon checks "Lieutenant, I'm transferring command to you, see you on the Bewildered Comrade" the captain said as he patted the back of Lieutenant Jackson Riga "Hostiles on the deck, standby for sweep." said the Co-pilot who had control of the 45mm autocannons mounted on the front, it let loose a small barrage of HE rounds to dispatch of the infected "All clear all clear" the Co-pilot said on the frequencies of the other operatives, the searchlights on the chopper oppened to scan for anything else as the Flight Engineer lowered ropes on the three doors "Go go go!" he yelled as the operatives made their way down the deck.

[Orrostriska]

OOC: what the heck Polis

[United Islands of Polis]

OOC: what the heck Polis

OOC: What, ot's a direct route, also faster.

[Newne Carriebean7]

Side of the Orrostriska
Tao Phu Lee felt the ship bob back and forth as it progressed through the waves. the destroyer,their mother ship seemed so far away for some of the ship-sick men, who just wanted a hot meal and a warm bed to sleep in. but they had their orders, contradictory to what they were about to do. the old iron hull of the ship clanged against the small boat.
"aiight you bastards, weapons free, shoot any fucker that wants your skull to munch on!"
"gots its sirs."
with that, a net was thrown over and the small magnets on the end activated, securing the rope for the men along the hull. one by one the men climbed,with some difficulty up the stairs. Lee was the third man that dangled from the rope, leaving the somewhat dinky little ship for the more secure Kironilekov.
"fan out and keep in touch, I'll head up to the bridge of the ship, you three go to the engine room, and you, the amanzo native fishermen who enlisted a few month's prior."
"I-I have a name you know it's Rangak-"
"don't care, just fan out."
"got it sir."
with that, the men's feet made contact with the deck and took the safeties off their kalashnikovs,colts and tommyguns.
he grabbed the wakie takie and spoke to the rest of the people that might be within earshot on the old vessel.
"this is Tao Phu Lee of the Carriebeanian force,we've arrived and we're splitting up,I'm heading to the bridge."

[Novaya Equestria]

OOC: Das tagen.

[Novaya Equestria]

Novayan Forces Ship Atlas
Atlas-class Joint Mobile Offshore Base
72 Miles from the CTS Open Sea
In the middle of the Atlantic Ocean

The NFS Atlas and her naval group was heading back to Novaya after searching for relics and artifacts in the Atlantic Ocean's depth. Having searched a few in the Atlantic Ocean, the Atlas Naval Group began her slow but steady journey back to Novaya. While it continued to do so, the Atlas Naval Group, including the intelligence vessel Gault, suddenly received an SOS coming from the north. "Sir, it's an SOS, coming from the north. Shall we head there?" An NFS Atlas officer asked. "Have the group change course to that point of origin." Ordered a young man who had shoulder length dark blue hair with white and light blue streaks, aurora blue eyes and a soft, feminine appearance.

This young man was wearing his trademark 17th Marine Expeditionary Brigade combat outfit and a [ur=http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/date-a-live/images/b/b8/Mana_CR-Unit.png]Combat Realizer Unit[/url]. "Yes, Admiral." The NFS Atlas officer said as the Atlas Naval Group changed course. "Tell Matilda Simmons that the Atlas Naval Group changed course towards the location of where the SOS is at." The young man added. "I don't want our Ellesian friends to be curious. And tell the ships within these fleet to assist the others. The Atlas will go alone. Tell them to come back after we're done with the Open Sea's problems." He added, also.

With that, the four ships then went to help the other groups.

OOC: Borealis Norsoutha is half Asian half Caucasian, or Japanese American in my case.

[Chernobyliya]

The scientists looked upon the undead, and told the crew.
"There is no hope for these infected specimens, isolate them and leave them."
They approach a man who's not yet fully turned and inject him with a mysterious serum.

[Orrostriska]

OOC: How many ships are coming to this thing??? This is getting insane! (not that thats a bad thing)

[Novaya Equestria]

OOC: How many ships are coming to this thing??? This is getting insane! (not that thats a bad thing)

OOC: The Atlas Naval Group is divided to six groups of five ships; the Atlas' group, aka the Atlas Fleet, were the ones that responded to the Open Sea's call while the rest are still away, either finding artifacts and relics below the ocean's surface or delivering said artifacts and relics to the 3rd Fleet that's accompanying a few ships from the Novayan Archeology Research Center.

[Orrostriska]

OOC: How many ships are coming to this thing??? This is getting insane! (not that thats a bad thing)

OOC: The Atlas Naval Group is divided to six groups of five ships; the Atlas' group, aka the Atlas Fleet, were the ones that responded to the Open Sea's call while the rest are still away, either finding artifacts and relics below the ocean's surface or delivering said artifacts and relics to the 3rd Fleet that's accompanying a few ships from the Novayan Archeology Research Center.

Why would they be looking for artifacts in a zombie apocalypse? Never mind, its just that if there are so many ships, the story get congested and we have to keep changing the story to accommodate your ship. We haven't even got to the action yet so I think you'll be the last ship we'll be accepting in, cause there is like 15 ships already (if you count the fleets that have come in). Are you trying to make this be like an anime or something?, you're being very . . . descriptive with your characters.

P.S (Japan and China were kinda absorbed by my country in this story.) Sorry if it seems like I'm ranting its just there are co many elements to this story now!!.

[Orrostriska]

OOC: what the heck Polis

OOC: What, ot's a direct route, also faster.

OOC: Fair enough, it's just when I read it I was like WHOA!

[Gebeta]

Bravo Team, had spent a bit on the deck, searching the ship for multiple exits if need be.

As well, a rather blunt force had come and tore up the deck, pot marking it with holes from the weapon, leaving dead all over. Sadly, the team was unable to gather any samples, considering the remains to be too inter contaminated.

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"Barvo 1, we are preparing to enter the control tower. Has anyone checked the command deck."

Bravo 1 said over the system-wide communication.


Bravo team started towards the objective, live feeding the mission to the crew on the submarine.


Meanwhile on the GBS Beouwolf


The submarine had spent a large amount of time surfaced. It was acting as a relay point for communications from Mainland Gebeta. Sadly the situation was getting worse there. Reports indicated that large areas were being over run. Addtional assets would be recalled from noncritical missions to help fight.
The Crew tried to work while ignoring the nagging questions and feelings in the back of everyone's heads.

[Orrostriska]

On board the deck of the Open Sea
Captain Keloscovy pulls out a pair of night vision goggles as he, First mate Hu and Engineer Jiang break open a door and walk down a dimly lit hallway. A zombified officer suddenly limps around the corner, armed with a grenade. "NO!" Keloscovy shoves the zombie, sliding it far away from his group, but not stopping it from detonating. The zombie explodes, ripping a large hole in the ground and setting the middle of the room on fire. "Well great how are we gonna get back now?" mutter his First mate. "Relax we just need to find the Captain and get out of here" Keloscovy said casually. The ceiling burst open and a zombie dropped from above, sinking it's teeth into First Mate Hu's arm. "Ahh!" He threw the zombie off of him. Kelosocvy and Jiang yelled and opened fire, tearing the zombie apart. "I'm done for" muttered Hu as hey laid on the ground. "No" Keloscovy said, "Theres a way we can stop the infection". Hu glanced at his bitten arm "You don't mean-" . He groaned in pain. "Ok do it". Keloscovy dug through a medical kit Lakron gave him. "Jiang hold him still". Jiang looked wary, but held Hu's arm and body down. Keloscovy dug out a syringe of anesthesia a hacksaw, and an ammo clip. "The anesthesia will only take away some of the pain so bit down on this" Hu put the clip between his teeth. Keloscovy sprayed the saw with disinfectant and injected the anesthesia into Hu's arm. "Ready?". Hu nodded grimly

Ten Disgusting minutes later
"Ok this is the really painful part" Keloscovy prepared to cauterize to arm stump with a piece of metal he heated in the fire. Hu's eye widened with fear. "Ok Jiang hold him steady this time..."

One disgusting second later

Hu looked at his left arm, now reduced to a stump. "That couldn't have gone any worse could it?" Keloscovy gave a tired smile. Hu glared at him, but replied "At least it's not my shooting arm." Jiang chuckled.