The Rangers moved swiftly, a blur to the eyes of their opponents. Rain trickled off their helmets, and which each step they took, more soaked their bloodied uniforms. Ira was the first in the formation, moving through trees and brush smoothly, not missing a single step. The OpFor were hesitant, panicking as the predator's moved closer. A cold sweat moved down the lead's neck, as he aimed his rifle forward. Then, he saw it. Two bright green orbs in the dark. He opened his mouth to scream, his finger squeezing the trigger, before he was silenced. Pop! Pop! His lifeless body fell to the jungle floor, his rifle letting off a burst as it smashed into the ground. The other men turned quickly, their eyes widened, their psyche shattered. It all happened in the blink of an eye. A green trail was all that remained of his attacker. More flashes erupted from the brush, as more of the OpFor dropped to the ground. Two of the last men stood still, awaiting their chance to escape. One looked to his partner, shaking, his rifle held up to the trees. Within a moment, he was cut down as well. Fearing this was his last chance, the final man smashed the trigger, unleashing a volley of hellfire into the jungle. Once he heard a click, he tossed it into the direction of the last flashes, and took off on a mad dash. He came upon a small hut, lit by the burning embers of a torch. Relieved to have reached it, he let out a small sigh...his final breath. As he dropped to the ground, he saw them. A group of phantoms emerging from the woodlands. His vision turned to black....
"Dammit Eckhart, I almost had him!" Ira pulled the wires out of his arms and chest. "You didn't even double tap." He stood from the V.R. chair, stretching and letting out a loud yawn. "Jesus, these things take it out of ya." He muttered. He surveyed the room, a group of ordinary Garrison Infantry stepping out of sweat-soaked seats in front of him. Their eyes were widened, they were barely breathing. "What?" Ira looked at one. "Never do V.R. before?" He smiled.
"Hell no!" One of them called, breathing deeply. "You guys didn't give us a chance!" He clutched his chest, falling back into the seat once more. "The Hell was in those?"
"Relax, it wasn't real." Eckhart said, standing from the chair and lighting a cigarette. "Though the way you were screaming surely made it seem that way." He grinned.
"What the f**k was I supposed to do?! You were shooting at us!" The grunt yelled, stopping to catch his breath once more. "I didn't know it was supposed to hurt that badly, otherwise I'dda never signed up for this sh*t."
"That is why you'll never be one of us, kid." Ira looked at him. "You didn't even pay attention to the briefing, I betcha signed up just'a impress one of your lady friends, eh? 'Look at me, I beat a buncha rangers in V.R. Huurrrr.'' Bullets are supposed' a hurt."
The grunt didn't respond, he simply raised a fist before being restrained by one of his buddies. They knew when to shut up. Eckhart raised and eye at him as he was pulled out, growing his anger even more. He couldn't help but breaking out into laughter after the kid was pulled through the doors. He tossed the Cigarette onto the floor, and snuffed it with his boot. Wiping a tear from his eye, he looked at Grayson's pod. He was just sitting there, chugging a canteen like there was no tomorrow. Before he could say something snarky, he was cut off by the ship's deafening P.A. system. A simple 'All hands on deck' message pre-recorded by the Captain himself. Something special was happening. With a simple gesture, Eckhart commanded his men to the upper deck to see what the commotion was about, though he had an idea already.
Today was the beginning of the first annual Tactical Convention, when Tier One operatives from around the world gathered for an extended period of time to participate in joint-training operations together. They were going to utilize the V.R. simulators aboard the Revelation, a luxury known only to top-tier operators from around the world. V.R. Training was the pinnacle of real time simulation. It provided trainees with a taste of actual combat, complete with all the emotions, pain, and discomfort that war brought with it. While not fully utilized for average infantry, Special Forces operators often find themselves training in V.R. Simulators for the longer periods of their tours. A variety of different combat scenarios can be programmed into a V.R. Op, including many from an operator's past. Some examples include famous incursions into enemy territory, and even modifications, eliminating asymmetrical warfare from some operations, and replacing the OpFor with a formidable force, rather than a band of poorly-armed militia fighters. However, the toll on the body is often severe in most cases of V.R. simulations, and many operatives need a day of rest following a prolonged V.R. session. Once, however, and Operator has taken part in enough sessions, their body grows used to the toll. This convention would truly bring out the Warfighter in each of the attendees.
Ira made his way onto the massive deck of the Revelation super carrier. Massive deck guns lined the perimeter of the ship, and multiple advanced F-21 fighters sat across the main landing strip. Phalanx Guns rested near the main command area, protecting it from projectile attacks, while Hexagonal patterns across the ship blurred it on radars, and disabled torpedoes. It was a rose, adorned with sharp thorns. Eckhart and Grayson followed, stepping onto the wet deck as they looked into the rising sun. Very soon, the first batch of Operators would arrive on deck to be briefed on the next few weeks in the Convention. One of their newer teammates, SSgt. Alice Black, sat leisurely atop of one of the deck guns. She was to assist in preparing the various V.R. Operations, though currently, she was just laying around, waiting for something to do. A M8-R Compact Variant was slung across her shoulder, and she smoked a cigarette while staring into the ocean.
The deck rumbled as a large military helicopter approached. She spat the cigar off the side of the bow, and jumped off the deck gun. She passed by Ira and Eckhart, both grinning as she attempted to make herself look decent at least, brushing her dark red hair out of her face, and chewing on a large stick of peppermint gum.
"Shut it, Decker." She grunted as she passed him. He couldn't help but laugh a little bit more. Alice put on her best smile, and stood up straight as the Helicopter began descending. It was a strange sight for the other Garrison Infantry and Navy personnel aboard the Revelation, a female soldier in Ranger MPAT fatigues. She snapped her attention towards two soldiers snapping pictures with their phones, scaring them off. She smirked.
"I'm gonna enjoy this." She said.
Ira looked at his two comrades.
"You know how 300 Spartans took on thousands of Persians?" He started. "Well...there are only three of us. And who knows how many others are attending this event. I have a feeling..."
"This is gonna be our own little Thermopylae." Grayson said.
"Yup." Eckhart said. "And I'm going to enjoy every damned second."
The Helicopter carrying the Operators touched surface of the carrier, and the pilot opened the chassis holding the operators.
(OOC: I was doing this on my region's forum, and I transferred it to NS. Don't mind small errors.)
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