New Sin City: Episode 1: Rebirth (IC) (CLOSED)

by **Aona** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 4:06 pm

Government Island, Presidential Office

Dr. Aleski looked out the that acted as the northern eastern wall of his office. The day was still fresh, and Roland could see the sun barely poking out above the office buildings that were now homes. This was just like any other day, it was how he began each day, however, today it felt oddly symbolic. Though Roland dedicated close to a decade of his younger life to science, he knew the ability that the universe had in altering fate.

He had learned that too well.

But, as he had learned in his 30 years of leading this government, regrets were pointless. He turned to his desk, to continue his morning work. The room was bright, even during the night, and pretty roomy for the building. His desk stood in front of a tall oak bookshelf, which rested in front of the window, as to prevent any assassination. The green carpet ad beige walls should've been hideous, but it was strangely relaxing. The rest of the office was fairly standard, filing cabinets on either side of him, two ceremonial swords notched on the wall, while on the opposite side was a framed photo of a 1940's Oakland. The picture always reminded Roland what he was trying to do: Rebuild his home. This place was all he had ever known, he wasn't about to give it up to some bullshit 'casino owner'. Speaking of which...

Roland went to one of his filing cabinets marked '9m' and took out the colt 1911. It was silver, engraved with a thorn pattern. It was a beautiful thing, found by one of the privates, about three years into leaving the University. Roland never left the building without it. He tucked the pistol into his black sport coat, which he wore over his white button down (no tie), and his clean blue jeans. He encouraged everyone other than military to wear what they please, it was a surprising boost to morale. He exited out his office to be saluted by the army-clad man standing by his door, his lieutenant and friend, James Marshall. James was a muscular man with dark skin, and he saluted the president immediately.

Roland saluted back. "At ease, Lieutenant." James immediately grinned and chatted with Roland all the way down the 6 floors. James and Roland had been friends since their days at the university. It was James who first nominated Roland to be the group leader. As James and Roland exited the building and into Common Road, the central hub of PRO, all the soldiers stopped as soon as they saw the President exit the building, they all halted and saluted, with again Roland saluting back and calling ease. General Maxis then approached the president, who was walking with purpose, he could tell.

"Good morning sir. What's on the agenda today?"

"Good morning General. I would like a communications post established immediately."

"Right away sir. With whom?"

"That's confidential."

Maxis understood. This meant the President was 'on the trail', as the soldiers called it. He would meet privately with another group to discuss alliances. Dr. Aleski preferred to keep these conversations private.

"Right away sir."

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Roland stood in the comm room. He took a deep beath, then pressed the operator button.

"Corporal, please patch in Janas vas Gardenia."
"Right away sir."

Roland now waited, hoping the Welfare Corps would respond.

by **Miyager** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 4:43 pm

Mike and Anton made their way through a pileup, probably from some unlucky folks who had tried making their way out of Oakland years earlier, all the while the wind blowing against them as they looked quickly into the vehicles to find anything they could bring back to the community to help them out. Most of the cars they passed had nothing but useless items inside of them, but Mike, as usual with his keen eye, saw an old MP3 player hidden amongst several bags inside of one of the vans they had passed. He quickly turned around to pick it up, and to his amazement, he discovered it had working batteries.

"Look at this!" Mike yelled to Anton. "This thing! It's got a few good songs, and for now, it has working batteries." Mike had been dying for an MP3 player of his own, and not just some of the community ones that got shuffled around amongst the Outsiders.

"Nice find, Mike. When we get back, we'll listen to it. But for now, let's keep looking, we might find something real good."

"Yeah, you're right. Best find by far though." Mike retorted.

Mike and Anton continued to look amongst the wreckage. They were about to turn around when Anton stopped Mike and told him to help him check out a promising wreck. It was a Civic, but inside was something that gave them both great joy: 3 medical kits, full of supplies, pills, and bandages, were found inside of the car.

"Who do you think would just have the use for this?" Mike asked Anton.

"I don't know. Probably some off-duty EMS or a volunteer or something. Maybe even some guy bringing stuff to his family. But that ain't important, just grab one and I'll take the other two." Anton said to Mike as he picked up two of the medical kits and carefully placed them in his backpack.

"Yeah, I got it." Mike responded, carefully picking up the other medical kit and putting it in his backpack.

"And now we can go, Mike. Its only been a few hours, and we got a big reward for it."

"Yeah, well, luck comes to those who keep trying, Anton. Let's go back, and by the way, this MP3's got some good Alternative on here, the stuff we like."

"This day just got a whole hell of a lot better." Anton said, as he and Mike turned and began to return to the community.

(OOC: And now I'm hoping someone else will have scouts/scavengers out who can come across my guys.)

by **Lunas Legion** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 4:46 pm

The three soldiers stood on the Napoleonic Star Fort's walls. One was short, stocky, and was chewing a thick cigar. Wrinkles covered his face, making him look much older than he really was. He had a star on his shoulder, the symbol used by the Legion's Colonel and Leader- Ursakar E. Creed.

The second man was tall where Creed was not, but thinner. This was Creed's bodyguard, Sergeant Kell.

The third was a Corporal who served as Creed's runner when the atmospherics interfered with the radios, like today. This was Yarrick.

"How does the Legion fare today, Corporal?" Creed asked as he gazed upon the ruins of Oakland from The Fort.

"The usual, Sir. Morale is high amongst the men. Shell case refitting is low. Food is average."

"Very good. Look at it."

"Look at what, Sir?" The Corporal asked, a confused expression on his face.

"The ruins. Once this was a thriving city, a city of industry, freedom, liberty. Now look at it."

The ruins were ghastly, even from this distance.

Ruined office blocks stood where they had not collapsed, smoke rose from the camps of the 'savages' who lived among the ruins.

"The Legion has stood idle for thirty years. That is thirty years this glorious city has languished under the reign of tyranny and oppression. Thirty years too long. Send Jurgen and Cain up here. I which to speak with them."

The Corporal saluted before running off to find Jurgen and Cain, leaders of the Fifth and Sixth Companies respectively.

The two arrived in a few minutes, led by Yarrick.

"You wished to see us, Colonel?"

"Yes. Yarrick, Kell. Leave us."

The two advisors/bodyguards saluted before wandering off, presumably heading to the mess hall for a drink of purified seawater.

"You two and your companies of fifty men have been selected to hold the great honour of being the first troops to travel to the mainland since the plague."

The two lieutenants stared at the Colonel open mouthed before they acknowledged the order with a salute.

"You are to locate any signs of the 45th Mechanized Divivsion and you are to bring them to the Fort. 1st Artillery Squad and 12th Medical Squad will accompany your platoons. God speed to you, gentlemen."

The two Lieutenants saluted once again, before walking off towards their platoons to inform them of the news.

OOC- Tecnically, he is subordinate to the General in the NLR.

by **Zeinbrad** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 4:53 pm

Ranger HQ
Colonel Walker
Colonel Walker lit another cigar and placed it perfectly on his lips. He sat on an old blue chair at a radio, talking to his men out in the field of work. He breathed in the smoke of his cigar as he eats a tuna sandwich, listening keenly for a message from his guys and gals. Life was rough being the commander of the rangers . Having a chance of losing men every day, but otherwise it was fun yelling orders to the men and acting all serious in a world on sour.

Finally a message was heard. 'Papa bear this is a gambler five, we have bandits running from us, permission to engage" in a southern accent. Walker picked up the speaker and pressed the talk button. "Gambler five this is Papa bear, you have permission to engage. I repeat you have permission to engage. ".

"Roger engaging"

Some street in new sin city
Lieutenant Hick
"You heard Papa bear, let it rip!" Hick yelled to his men and one female soldier's . They hopped out of their Humvee as one of them got on the .50 cal. The bandits were armed with nothing but pistols and an old hunting rifle, they would stop for a second to fire their pistols which did nothing to the Humvee bullet proof windows. The rangers got in the best cover they could find and fired with their M4s and M16s, the bandits began to slowly fall one by one,

Only two remained, one was the one with the hunting rifle, said guy with a hunting rifle fired and nicked one of the soldiers in the shoulder. The rangers focused fire on him, and he fell to the ground. The other bandit put up his arms in surrender and got on his knees . The rangers cuffed him and forced him into the humvee. "Papa bear we have a POW,comign back to base." Hicks said.

by **Joshulia** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 5:23 pm

"Come on back there, keep up!" Tobius yelled at one of the Eagle Eye's new recruits, Zach was his name? He could never tell with these fresh meats, that was John-Luke's job.
He and twenty other members of the group were on a scavenging trip to one of the markets in downtown Oakley. Some calls it SinCity but he called it by its given name, the way it's founders intended. They moved down the quiet streets populated only by pigeons and rats with noticeable contempt. The longer they continued the farther they had to leave from the HQ, some men had families and friends back at base and the world they lived in was evil enough without the intervention of some fanatic with a machine gun.
At that though he mentally took inventory of the weapons they had with them: one AR-15 held by the giant Scotsman, Duke, nine M1 Grands, salvaged from some rich man's collection, five assorted hand guns, and five Honey Badgers, like the one he held. That should be enough to hold off most attacks, bit they still needed more. He cast this though aside once they reached the market.
It was covered in moss and dust and dirt and other disgusting things, hadn't changed a bit! They took positions alongside the doors and prepared to enter.

by **Free Aiur** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 5:39 pm

Mean while... In The Welfare Corp FOB
Lieutenant Sadar vas Khas was tinkering with the radio, broken and filled with bullet holes from an earlier gang invasion.
"Any Progress?"
Commissioner Dalas vas Nerazim walks into the tent to see a frustrated lieutenant grabbing tuffs of hair in a fit.
Sadar: Progress? What Progress?! This Radio's been blown to bits!! It would be easier to just MAKE one from scratch than to fix THIS!!!
Dalas: We can't go out of town to gather the needed materials for that! You just have to-
Sadar: -Make Do With What I HAVE??? I'M SORRY I JUST CAN'T!!! I CANT I CANT I CANT!!!!!
In a tantrum Sadar hit the radio with both of his fist, instantly the once silent radio sparked to life, garbled voices filled the tent.
Dalas: :shock:

Sadar:... I... I fixed it... HAHAHAHA ADUN BE PRAISED!!!!!! I FIXED IT!!!! AND... and....
Dalas: What?
Sadar put on his earphones, the radio... it was talking to them...
Dalas: What is it?
Sadar: Someone's on the line!

Dalas spent minutes finding the commander. He found him near the cremation site. (For those who don't know it's the spot where we cremate the dead)
Dalas: Commander!!! We-
But Dalas Halted... the moment called for a piece of silence...
Commander Jandar was facing the riverbed, carrying an urn filled with the remains of a little girl, a survivor who was killed in a gang raid, and the doll the girl was found of.
He sat down the urn onto the soil, placed the doll onto the urn, put his hands together and did a serene bow...
Dalas: Commander?
Jandar: This shouldn't have happened...
Dalas: What's done is done, we can't keep looking back to the past.
Jandar Stood up
Jandar: Yes but that doesn't mean we can't stop worrying about the future... You got something for me?
Dalas: Yes sir, please follow me.

As Jandar and Dalas walked they pass survivors and comrades alike, some tending to the wounded, some training the new survivors while others man their post.
Jandar: First off, tell me the casualty list.
Dalas: A few were injured but none were killed... Adun was graceful to us!
Jandar: And the Survivors?
Dalas: Well... we lost 50... the enemy might have been aiming for the survivors instead of us.
Jandar: Hmph... Just like them; they aim not for the ones who are the most threatening, but instead attack the ones who they can pick on the most!
Dalas: ...
Jandar: Anyway, how about the party I sent to Fruitvale?
Dalas: They have been to good progress sir, but we haven't heard anymore since our radio got shot, but that's about to change!
Jandar: I assume Sadar got it fixed?
Dalas: Correct, and there's more!

Jandar Walked into the tent, Sadar was there, trying to keep the signal intact.
Jandar: You got something for me Lieutenant?
Sadar: Sir there's someone on the line, he's addressing to you!
Jandar: Let me have that.
Sadar Handed over the earphone and mike, Jandar sat down and get's ready for what would come next.
"This Is Commander Jandar vas Gardenia, who is speaking?"

by **Aona** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 5:50 pm

Comm Facility, Government Island
Roland had waited 5 minutes. He understood that there were complications to this, and that contact would take some time, but he was close to the silence limit. This might've been a dead hope, anyway. The small camps tended not to....

"I've.....ot..t!" spluttered the radio.

Roland's eyes widened.

Silence. The radio went back to its static. But Roland was sure he had heard something.

"Corporal, did you hear that?"

The corporal was just as surprised. "Y-yes, sir." he muttered.

"Increase the silence limit. Now!" Roland placed his hands on the table, waiting.

3 MINUTES LATER

"This Is Commander Jandar vas Gardenia, who is speaking?" came from the radio, clear as day. Roland grinned. He had gotten through.

"Hello Commander, this is Dr. Roland Aleski, President of thE PRO. I have a proposition for you."

by **Joshulia** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 5:58 pm

"Duke?" Said Tobius
"Yeah?"
"The doors, my good man." He said with a fake English accent.
"My pleasure."
The great beast of a man kicked the doors open with his prized combat boots he had taken right off the former leader of a rival group. They shattered on impact, scattering glass everywhere. They all knew the drill: take out your hand crank flashlights and search fast. They split up leaving Duke and five others to guard the doors. Tobius, John-Luke, and Nathan were on canned foods duty, they followed the signed that directed the would be shoppers to the section that held the nearly unspoilable food sealed in tin cans, on which they thrived. Tobius pointed his weapon down the hall and his companions went under it, acting like a well oiled machine. They arrived in the canned food isle to fond it completely stripped, empty cans lay everywhere and long rotten food lay on the ground. Nathan, in a fit of rage kicked the wall, which echoed throughout the building as if mocking them. John-Luke said "Come on there has to be something, keep searching!"
"John-Luke, there's nothing." Said Tobius
"There has to be!"
"Nothing."
Tobius looked once more at their spoiled chance of survival and then he spoke into his radio "What do we have?"
"Not much, a few non-essentials and that's it." Said a comic on the other end.
"Alright meet-
He was cut off by the sound of machine gun fire outside the shop. He saw a door that led out onto a loading bay, he looked out and saw, in amazement, what looked to be an army. But instead of soldiers, it was woman, children, and men. Families.

by **Transoxthraxia** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 6:18 pm

What the men inside the shop thought they saw were families, however, upon closer inspection, they were, in fact, a militarized group of Sawteeth. Within the Sawtooth society, every man, woman, and child are given weapons from an early age. Once you reach fifty, unless you get a pardon from Krass, you get killed. Those that are older than fifty are seen as a nuisance and a burden upon the rest of the Sawteeth. So, instead of nurturing them, they kill them. In front of the group seemed to be a large man. He wore no mask, and was not the near-mythic leader of the Sawteeth. However, the man that led the group of warriors was still physically imposing, and wielded a sub machine gun with one hand. In the other, he held a limp body, and was laughing. Behind him, the rest of the group was laughing and shooting their guns in teh air. "That'll teach ya ta steal from da Sawteeth, ya bastard!" He shouted, as he shook the limp body, throwing it to the side of the road. The group behind him was a small Sawtooth hunting party. They had initially gone out to search for the guy that had stolen some food from the camp, but had ended up killing more than a few people on the way. Their most recent victim wasn't the thief either, but no one wanted to tell their leader, who was simply known as Steel. He turned towards the group, and said, "Alright, we gotta find da real guy dis time. I tink I've practiced a good amount." He seemed to have a speech impediment that disallowed him to say the sound "th-".

Turning back, forwards, he saw the group that had taken refuge within the store. Steel smiled. "Oi, boys, Dey're some lil' tings in da store. Com'ere, we'll get 'em!" He shouted, and leveled his weapon at the store, and let out a burst of his SMG into the shop's front, peppering the walls and the insides of the store alike. Fire soon followed from the crowd behind him, and war cries could be heard from miles around as the Sawteeth fired at their opponents.

by **Fantrum** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 6:25 pm

Luna stood on roof of the NLR headquarters holding a massive coffee cup in one hand hand. The other rested firmly on the side guard of the roof, two black clad soldiers, a sniper and his spotter, squatted near her. Down below the sounds of gunfire can be heard. Taking a large pull on her coffee, Luna grabs a radio from her belt and speaks in a very commanding and slightly intemidating tone of voice.

"Sargent, I thought you said they would be no trouble. Sounds like they are stirring up quite a bit of trouble to me."

A high pitched, almost shrill, voice answered her, punctuated by many voice cracks, "Sorry ma'am, we only thought there was five of em, turns out they had twenty guys with rifles!"

Luna sighed, long and heavy, before pressing down on the transmitter, "Lieutenant Hawke, will you please move to relive the young Sargent. And do it quickly before he gets himself or his command killed."

"Yes ma'am. GET A MOVE ON! YOU DOGS! TIME TO EARN THAT PAY! Should be cleaned out in a jiffy ma'am." A gruff old voice yelled though the receiver, only softening when addressing Luna herself.

Slipping the handheld back into its place on her belt, she gestured to the sniper in a 'go ahead' manner. As he sighted in and started taking shots, the sound of gunfire intensified as LT Hawke came to Sgt. Brigum's rescue, then started to die down as the gangers cut their losses and ran.
Luna looked out at the sunrise and finished her still piepping hot coffee in one huge chug, "It's going to be one of those days." With that, the fighting at the large concrete and razor wire gate subsided completely. Feeling like her business here was done, Luna left the snipers to work and stepped across the paint chipped roof of the large complex, opened the roof access and hurried inside, careful to keep her long hair from getting stuck in the door, a mistake she intended on not repeating.

by **Free Aiur** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 7:00 pm

Meanwhile... in the heart of Fruitvale
Team Five maneuvered through the dark, tight space house, which to make it worse, is filled with bandits. Team Five has been stalking them and their captives for awhile and now it's time to strike!
Captain Falus whispers to his headset
Falus: This is Captain Falus, Selendis what's your status?
Selendis lays low on the rooftop.
Selendis: A-Ok Capt... Coast is clear so you should be able to pull this off without trouble.
Falus: Roger, moving out.
Falus signals his partner Khasas, and the two move on

When they reached a corridor Falus motions his partner to stop. Then he motions Khasas to do what he does best.
Khasas leans onto an adjacent wall and blend into the shadows. At that moment a bandit armed with an AK-47 marches through the corridor
The bandit didn't realize Khasas was there. As soon as the bandit passes by Khasas sprang into action.
Khasas Grab the Helpless bandit and stabs him with a knife right at the neck. The bandit lay silent.
Just then another bandit came through the corridor. Khasas Turned, threw the knife and nailed the bandit right between the eyes.
Khasas looked beyond the corridor, turned around and gave Falus and A-OK signal

They reached a door. They hear noises, sounds of beatings and crying children. Khasas opened the door slightly enough to take a peep, closed the door and looked at Falus.
Falus: What is it?
Khasus: Let's just say we met a dysfunctional family in there.
Falus: You know what to do.
Both soldiers put on their silencers, and at the count of three, Falus knocked on the door.
The noice stopped as the bandits wonder who made that noise. Falus banged the door.
As they hear footsteps they count to 3.
1....2....3!!
Falus slammed the door into the bandit and in an instance Khasas burst in and 2 bandits before they could respond, while Falus killed the one on the ground.
There in the crowd was 3 women and 2 children, all dazed confused and lost wondering what's going on.
Falus: Don't worry you're in safe hands now. Selendis we got the package, let's get out of here!

Selendis: Uhh... Capt... we got a problem... "Papa just brought home the Bacon!!"
Selendis peeps through her scope and sees 3 trucks with dozens of bandits with guns heading to their direction
Falus: Then Stall them till our ride arrives!
Selendis: Roger!
Selendis aimed her sights and pulled the trigger. She shot the driver of the first vehicle, causing the vehicle to stop and the second truck to crash from behind, squishing some flat while sending others flying through the air!
The driver for the third truck tried to steer away, but ended up with a bullet between the eyes, sending the truck crashing into a lamp post.
The bandits try to regain composure but end up getting picked one by one by Selendis's exceptional marksmanship.
The boys decided to help. They opened the windows and fired away. The bandits couldn't even fire back and before they new it they either ran or are lying on the concrete road.

Just then the pickup APC has arrived.
Falus: Alright people! Our Ride's here! Everybody outta here!
Selendis: Khasas catch me!!
She jumped from the roof and landed straight into Khasas's Hands
Selendis: My hero~

Khasas dumped her ass onto the pavement
Khasas: Walk yourself!!
Selendis: Hmph!!
One by one the passengers get loaded into the APC. One child hesitated as he'd never rode on one before.
"GET IN!!! GET IN GET IN GET IN!!!" Coax Mohar, the Driver.
Finally everyone's onboard, Mohar closed the doors and stepped on the pedal.
Along the way some bandits set up a blockade hoping to stop the APC on it's heels.
Mohar: Oh really, you really think I'M AFRAID OF RAMMING INTO YOU SUCKERS?!!!
Mohar Added more steam, crashed into the feeble blockade and send others flying if they'd didn't dodge in time.
Falus: Good job people, nice timing Mohar.
Mohar: Couldn't say so myself, now let's get our asses back to FOB.

by **Joshulia** » Sun Mar 31, 2013 7:07 pm

Tobius saw the large, strangely accented, man turn his gun on them and yelled "Down!" Slamming the door shut he threw himself floor just before bullets came ringing through the hatch, which now looked a bit like his mother's old swish cheese. Then a voice splattered out the radio that was now laying five feet from him, "They got Mickey! Sir, they got Mickey!"
Tobius ran over to the radio and said "Duke, Josh, Harvey, and Nash meet me at the back of the store, everybody else get back to base and warm up the Hum-vees."
He heard running footsteps and saw the men appear before him, chests heaving, they were his best marksman. Other than Duke, they were all from Texas and Tennessee, fancy that? He told them "Alright men, break a hole in the glass and cover the others, and remember the guy in front is mine!"
At that he shoved his Honey Badger 4-11 Semi-Automatic Rifle through a crack in the glass and shot the shirtless man in the head.

by **Lunas Legion** » Mon Apr 01, 2013 9:13 am

Cain smiled as he watched Jurgen vomit violently over the side of the landing craft as it sailed out into the harbour.

The six landing craft, carrying 120 men, headed out in a line formation out of the Legion's improvised port, made up of the hulks of various warships as sea walls and piers, all with the turrets and munitions removed and set up along the Fort's walls.

"Having fun Lieutenant?"

Cain groaned as he heard the iron-hard voice of Celes, their platoons captain.

"Of all the people to survive the Apocalapse, why did it have to be her?" he muttered softly, careful to not let Celes hear it over the radio.

After a few minutes of tense sailing over the choppy waters of the harbour and watching various members of his company vomit overboard, turning the already disgusting water a shade of green, the convoy arrived at its destination- a small river leading into the heart of 'Old Oakland'.

The landing craft reformed into a column again, the channel was only wide enough for one boat at a time.

The Landing craft began to slowly proceed down the channel, soldiers watching the riverbanks nervously for any 'savages'.

Could the 45th have gone savage? Cain idily wondered before dismissing the thought. Luna had been a tough general and would have kept any survivors together under whatever banner she now followed.

That's if she survived the plague for all these years.

The landing craft eventually hit the landing point of a small stretch of dirt in what would have once been a park and the men of the Legion charged out, eagerly wanting to step on mainland soil.

"Fifth squads are to remain here with me, along with a pair of Combat Medics to secure the LCs. The rest will move inland. Move!" Celes shouted over the radio.

"You heard the Captain! Haul ass inland! We will find the 45th or die trying!"

by **Fantrum** » Mon Apr 01, 2013 12:15 pm

Sgt. Brigum mumbled under his breath in much the same fashion as a small child that hadn't gotten his way. Brigum was so caught up in his broding that he didn't notice a massive rock soar though the air until it struck him square in the head. Grabbing his head and turning with fire in his eyes, Brigum was met by an empty road, Wasn't my (5 man) squad following me? Bitting down his fury, the Sgt. moves to the side of the already narrow road and yells out, "Squad, report!" getting no imitate response, Brigum checks his rifle, an old M416 that had been passed down to him by his father captain Brigum, and nearly blew off his own foot as a sound from the café to his side scares the shit out of him.

"Sarge! Quick! get in here!" A hushed and hurried whisper materialized with the sound.

Lang!? What the F*uck dude, if that was you that threw tha- Brigum's anger fueled, and no less relieved, voice was cut off as a hand grabs him and yanks the wide eyed Sgt into the building.

Lang releses his grip and imetiatly looks away, "Sorry sarge, you wouldnt respond to us and I didnt want them to know we were here.

Calming down now, he looks at the twenty year old asian-descended man, his face clean shaven as always, before nearly yelling at him. "Corporal Lang, what are you talking about?" With his anger forgotten, Brigum notices that the squad marksman is missing along with the radio op., "Where's Adams and Nancy?"

"Well sir, Adams is up there." Pointing out the open door of the dusty café at a four story book depository, most of its windows broken and the blue paint faded brown. "We heard over the horn that there was movement and were ordered by LT. Hawke to take a look."

Grasping the situation at long last, Brigum relpiyes, "Alright, lets get up there and see what Adams has for us." He crosses the small suburban road littered with odd cars, followed by Corp. Lang, and PFC Vance, a 17 year old born to an italian mother. They quickly find PFC Adams in the southwest corner of the rickety fifth floor, his prized M417 pressed against his shoulder and medium range scope resting against his eye.

"Looks like some sort of military outfit. They rode in on large boats and it seems like they have a command structure." Was all that Adams said as the three other men broke in and inquired as to the mission permitters.

"Alright. Nancy, radio command with the details and ask for further orders. Until they get back to us, we are bunkering down here." Brigum's voice lifted, if only momentarily, to that of someone with actual command skills.

As they waited, Adams centered his crosshairs over a woman wearing the stripes of a captain.

by **Lunas Legion** » Mon Apr 01, 2013 12:55 pm

Celes looked around. Something wasn't right. She knew there would no doubt be savages curious about their arrival, but they would have been more obvious.

There was a clatter a few streets ahead, normally unnoticeable, but in the complete silence that followed their landing, it was as loud as any artillery piece in the Legion's arsenal.

"Art, get those mortars up. Cain, send all bar fifth squads into the ruins, Jurgen, hold position and dig in. I don't like this."

"Yes ma'am." Cain acknowledged, mocking her slightly.

The Artillery squad set up their mortars behind wall in what had once been a back garden.

Four groups of ten men each split off from the main unit, marching off into the ruins, M16s at the ready while the remainder found defensive positions and settled into them.

by **Fantrum** » Mon Apr 01, 2013 1:40 pm

"Oh, shit." Adams said aloud, following several men slowly making their way toward them with his rifle scope"Sir we might just have us some company. Looks like 35 plus guys bearing down on us." His voice was a stoic mask that matched his face and body stature.

Brigum, as always, began to panic. Uh, uh, Nan! He turned to a girl of 18 fumbling with a large backpack radio. "What has command said?"

Nancy looks up from her intense stare at the transmitter and blows a blond strand of hair out of her face, "Captain Heartstrings says her unit is ten minuets out." Listiening once more to the NLR battle-net chatter, "And that weapons are restricted until we can get a positive ID on these guys."

"Ok. Lang, Vance, get downstairs. Barricade the exists except for the back door. Adams, try to keep tabs on those military types." Sgt. Brigum took up a space by the stairs as Lang and Vance rushed past him down to the first floor.

Running just how many things could go terribly wrong, Brigum jumped once more as Adams cut into his day dreams.

"Sir, looks like they have light field artillery." Pausing as though searching for words, "There also appears to be a large band of gangers moving toward the unidentified military types." Adams swept his rifle back and forth, taking in everything, and waiting for an order to fire.

by **Lunas Legion** » Mon Apr 01, 2013 3:17 pm

"How many?" Jon asked Rob, who was currently peering over the pile of rubble the two were hiding behind while others from their squad took up positions elsewhere in the street.

"At least 40."

"Captain, this is Corporal Jon. We have 40 plus hostile savages advancing down California avenue. Requesting fire support. Over."

"This is Corporal Thom, Second Squad, we have that mass of hostiles to 9 o'clock, preparing crossfire. Over."

"Fire support incoming. Weapons free after impact. Over and out."

There were a series of loud phuts as the mortars fired a volley of shells into the air, followed by a quiet whine as the shells began to decend.

Boom! The shells impacted right in the middle of the group of 'savages', spraying blood and body parts everywhere before more shells rained down upon the helpless savages.

"Open fire!" Jon roared as he raised his M16 over the pile of rubble and let rip into the survivors, swiftly followed by others from his own squad and Thom's.

When the gunfire stopped, not one savage was left alive.

"All hostiles down. No casulties. Continuing sweep."

by **Fantrum** » Mon Apr 01, 2013 4:38 pm

"Defiantly military types" Adams muttered under his breath as he watched a mortar land a shell on the gangers that killed most of them in a fiery, and bloody, explosion. "Sir, they are almost on top of us." He watched as a group of soldier types kicked in the door to the café Lang had been in.

"Sarge, Captain Heartstrings says she is only about five mikes out. She has her whole detachment with her, IFV's included." Nan piped up from a newly set up radio bench.

by **Lunas Legion** » Tue Apr 02, 2013 5:43 am

"Any contact other than the savages?"

"Negative, Captain."

"Continue your search."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Jon continued to lead his squad down the street, M16 cradled in his left arm while Rob walked beside him, scanning the buildings through his rifle's scope.

Rob stuck his arm out, halting Jon as he motioned towards a building, a old cafe by the look of it.

Slightly confused, Jon raised his own scope to his eye and peered at the buildings windows.

It took him a few moments to spot what Rob had pointed out- the unmistakeable black barrel of a sniper rifle.

"Unconfirmed hostiles, 20 yards ahead of current position. Over." Jon whispered into the handheld radio all Legion officers were issued with.

"Fire support ready. Adopt siege positions. Second Squad is shadowing you. Over."

Jon pointed at the cafe and made a circular motion with his hand. The rest of his squad nodded and fanned out in a semi-circle in front of the building, taking positions behind whatever cover they could find before Jon shouted out their demands.

"Savages in the building, come out, hands in the air and unarmed or we'll mortar your building into dust. No negotiations, comply immediately or face the Legion's fury."

by **Fantrum** » Tue Apr 02, 2013 6:55 am

Lunas Legion wrote:"Any contact other than the savages?"

"Negative, Captain."

"Continue your search."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Jon continued to lead his squad down the street, M16 cradled in his left arm while Rob walked beside him, scanning the buildings through his rifle's scope.

Rob stuck his arm out, halting Jon as he motioned towards a building, a old cafe by the look of it.

Slightly confused, Jon raised his own scope to his eye and peered at the buildings windows.

It took him a few moments to spot what Rob had pointed out- the unmistakeable black barrel of a sniper rifle.

"Unconfirmed hostiles, 20 yards ahead of current position. Over." Jon whispered into the handheld radio all Legion officers were issued with.

"Fire support ready. Adopt siege positions. Second Squad is shadowing you. Over."

Jon pointed at the cafe and made a circular motion with his hand. The rest of his squad nodded and fanned out in a semi-circle in front of the building, taking positions behind whatever cover they could find before Jon shouted out their demands.

"Savages in the building, come out, hands in the air and unarmed or we'll mortar your building into dust. No negotiations, comply immediately or face the Legion's fury."

OOC: You're attacking the Book depository right? Or the Café? I will respond as though it is the Book depository.

IC: Adams realized his fundamental mistake the minute he heard the group in the street call out, and pulled his rifle back into the shadows. In a calm cool and slightly annoyed voice Adams spoke over his shoulder to Brigum. "Sir, they know we are here."

"Everyone downstairs now! Get to the third floor and set up, inform Lang and Vance of our situation. Nan, let Cap'm Heartstrings know that there is arty in the area." He walked up to the window and eyes the squad of operatours in the street, "I'll stall until the Cap'm can get here." Rasing his voice and not leaving cover, he yelles out into the noontime air, "There's no chance we're commin' out, not by Discord. Now, why dont y'all tell me who you are!" He was careful to say 'me' instead of 'us' just incase they didnt know there was more than him in the building. Just off in the distance, very faint, Brigum could hear the roar of an approaching Mech. column, Here comes my savior, for the second *cuking time today. He thought, At least no one is shooting yet. Then he refocused on the men outside, waiting for a response.

by **Lunas Legion** » Tue Apr 02, 2013 9:14 am

Fantrum wrote:
Lunas Legion wrote:"Any contact other than the savages?"

"Negative, Captain."

"Continue your search."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Jon continued to lead his squad down the street, M16 cradled in his left arm while Rob walked beside him, scanning the buildings through his rifle's scope.

Rob stuck his arm out, halting Jon as he motioned towards a building, a old cafe by the look of it.

Slightly confused, Jon raised his own scope to his eye and peered at the buildings windows.

It took him a few moments to spot what Rob had pointed out- the unmistakeable black barrel of a sniper rifle.

"Unconfirmed hostiles, 20 yards ahead of current position. Over." Jon whispered into the handheld radio all Legion officers were issued with.

"Fire support ready. Adopt siege positions. Second Squad is shadowing you. Over."

Jon pointed at the cafe and made a circular motion with his hand. The rest of his squad nodded and fanned out in a semi-circle in front of the building, taking positions behind whatever cover they could find before Jon shouted out their demands.

"Savages in the building, come out, hands in the air and unarmed or we'll mortar your building into dust. No negotiations, comply immediately or face the Legion's fury."

OOC: You're attacking the Book depository right? Or the Café? I will respond as though it is the Book depository.

IC: Adams realized his fundamental mistake the minute he heard the group in the street call out, and pulled his rifle back into the shadows. In a calm cool and slightly annoyed voice Adams spoke over his shoulder to Brigum. "Sir, they know we are here."

"Everyone downstairs now! Get to the third floor and set up, inform Lang and Vance of our situation. Nan, let Cap'm Heartstrings know that there is arty in the area." He walked up to the window and eyes the squad of operatours in the street, "I'll stall until the Cap'm can get here." Rasing his voice and not leaving cover, he yelles out into the noontime air, "There's no chance we're commin' out, not by Discord. Now, why dont y'all tell me who you are!" He was careful to say 'me' instead of 'us' just incase they didnt know there was more than him in the building. Just off in the distance, very faint, Brigum could hear the roar of an approaching Mech. column, Here comes my savior, for the second *cuking time today. He thought, At least no one is shooting yet. Then he refocused on the men outside, waiting for a response.

"Do you hear that?" Rob whispered in Jon's ear.

"Hear what?"

"That rumbling. Sounds like our Arty tractors."

Sure enough, there was the faint sound of engines in the background.

"IFVs?" Jon guessed.

"Sure sounds like 'em. But the only people who have IFVs are..."

They reached a conclusion. "The 45th."

"Unless someone stole them."

"Captain, we've got motorised vehicles closing in, reserves for the lot trapped in the building. Orders?"

"Hold position."

Jon groaned.

"We're to hold position." Jon informed his squad.

There was a universal chorus of moans from the other members of his squad.

Might as well tell them who killed them. Jon thought. "Although that guy said only he was in there, I doubt it if they have reserves inbound."

Raising his head over the ruined hunk of wall Jon shouted "Creed's Legion, formerly the US Army stationed at West Alameda island. Who the hell are you with ?"

by **Fantrum** » Tue Apr 02, 2013 12:21 pm

Army? When had there ever been more army than the NLR in Sin City? Brigum thought quickly, "We are the New Lunar Republic, and while we are on the basis of former, The 45th Mechanized Core, under General Nightingale!" The rumble in the distance was growing louder, they couldnt be more than two or three miles away.

"Don't seem like you're too friendly toward the locals, see'n as you just blew them up." This was ment to be somewhat mocking, someone might mock a tourist that had just portrayed a stereotype.

by **Lunas Legion** » Tue Apr 02, 2013 12:33 pm

Fantrum wrote:Army? When had there ever been more army than the NLR in Sin City? Brigum thought quickly, "We are the New Lunar Republic, and while we are on the basis of former, The 45th Mechanized Core, under General Nightingale!" The rumble in the distance was growing louder, they couldnt be more than two or three miles away.

"Don't seem like you're too friendly toward the locals, see'n as you just blew them up." Was somewhat mocking, someone might mock a tourist that had just portrayed a stereotype.

The two men looked at each other.

"Did he say 45th?"

"I think so..."

"You better get the Cap'n bout this."

Jon turned the small radio back on.

"Er, Captain?"

"What is it now Corporal? More arty needed?"

"Er, no. Those guys we've got sieged up claim to be from the 45th."

"Did they name their Commander?" Celes snapped back over the radio.

"A General Nightingale, and they claim to be part of the 'New Lunar Republic'. I'm guessing that's some group they've set up with the savages."

"It is the 45th..."

Celes retuned the radio to the frequency used over long ranges.

"Colonel Creed, we've located the 45th. Orders?"

"I'll come in person- this needs to be handled with care." Creed barked into the radio in the small bunker under the Fort's old HQ that served as Creed's command centre.

Creed turned from the radio to Kell and Yarrick. "Get the Hewys and Airborne ready, it's time we went for a little flight."

Back with Jon's Platoon...

"Not too friendly with the locals? We have no locals in the Legion- we exterminated them all, and anyone who tries to get near."

by **Transoxthraxia** » Tue Apr 02, 2013 12:54 pm

Joshulia wrote:Tobius saw the large, strangely accented, man turn his gun on them and yelled "Down!" Slamming the door shut he threw himself floor just before bullets came ringing through the hatch, which now looked a bit like his mother's old swish cheese. Then a voice splattered out the radio that was now laying five feet from him, "They got Mickey! Sir, they got Mickey!"
Tobius ran over to the radio and said "Duke, Josh, Harvey, and Nash meet me at the back of the store, everybody else get back to base and warm up the Hum-vees."
He heard running footsteps and saw the men appear before him, chests heaving, they were his best marksman. Other than Duke, they were all from Texas and Tennessee, fancy that? He told them "Alright men, break a hole in the glass and cover the others, and remember the guy in front is mine!"
At that he shoved his Honey Badger 4-11 Semi-Automatic Rifle through a crack in the glass and shot the shirtless man in the head.

The man in the lead cackled, as he emptied his magazine into the shop, watching his target do bloody pirouettes to their death. "AIGHT BOYS, WE GOTSTA ADVA-" All of the sudden, half of his jaw was missing. He'd been shot by one of the guys in the shop. "ARRGHH! DEY SHOT ME!" He yelled, collapsing to his knees, clasping his face. "GET 'IM! GET 'IM!" He yelled through his hands. Fire instensified from the group as they became more cautious, assuming cover and the rest. However, one of them did not, choosing, rather than taking cover, to drop his weapon, take out a fire ax wrapped in barbed wire, and charge at the store with reckless abandon.

It wasn't too far, he reasoned, as he reached the inside, and jumped at one of the targets, his two thick boots connecting with the guy.

by **Ralnis** » Tue Apr 02, 2013 2:24 pm

Stalkers of Okland HQ base
Badlands

The Badlands was alwyas in a poor state from the rest of the New Sin City, the gangs, the homeless, and even had its own brand of gambling all in all it was a poor man's version of the Okland Strip. There was a place however that no one seems to cross, a sort of place that everyone knows that people seem to avoid unless you have buisness with the people in that place, that is where the Stalkers of Okland live.The Stalkers where a merc group known for its tough and rigoursus training regimen that makes even the Ranger training look easy.

The man who runs the group, Ulysses Jones, who is the operator who lives in that lone bunker in the middle of nowhere in the outskirts of the Badlands proper had been giving assigments out to the Stalkers, and in return get payed in supplies,ammo,and guns that seemed to be the life for the occasonal Stalker.

The notice board had all sorts of jobs that the occsional Stlaker might grab in take, mostly escort or protection, but the occasional big job comes in and it did, a Ranger came in and put a mission on the notice board, high risk big reward. Ulysses know that some group that came in will take the job and probably they will get more jobs from the respective powers of the region.

New Sin City: Episode 1: Rebirth (IC) (CLOSED)

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