Damien's feet hit the ground with a soft thump. He checked to make sure none of his equipment had broken, and started inflating the raft. While it slowly expander, he radioed in to Vase.
"Roger that, good luck Damien," replies Vase, "Cap'n when will be dropping in?" he asks pushing the headset radio back in. About, uh, 20 minutes for you then another 20 for Indigo. he replies.
Jason hummed to himself as he leaned back in his seat. His fingers started to tap his rifle barrel in a staccato rhythm, hinting at growing nerves. He always got this before a drop, now matter how many had gone before. His eyes closed, he concentrated on the hum of the C-130's powerful engines pulsing against the hull.
Don't worry mate, you've done this sort of thing before under worse conditions, now man up and grow a pair!
Myles saw Jason humming and tapping. He smiled over at him, "I wish ya luck, you and your squad. It's a good squad Foxtrot. I hope my other Indigo's can keep up. I'm really excited to see the Diamonds fellow." His expression showed no signs of any adrenaline or of his aforementioned "excitement."
Joshua woke up and readied himself for the jump. It was going to be his 20th drop into enemy territory, he could do this, he wouldn't fail, and he was going to take care of this problem.
"We will all see him in the end Myles," grins Vase, "just who gets to capture or kill him first that matters," he winks before going to check over his kit one last time.
Jason checked everything was properly secured and turned to Myles and Eric.
"Cheers guys, good luck to yourselves and Indigo. We'll see who gets old Diamond as well."
He chuckled and fixed his facemask on, opening the valve on the oxygen tank and breathing the dry, canned air.
3...
2...
1...
The cargo ramp lowered and the light switched from red to green as the wind howled into the Hercules. Jason activated his mic.
"See you down there guys."
He jogged forwards and threw himself from the back of the plane, his stomach lurching as a rush of panic and weightlessness overtook him. The feeling was gone in a split-second and Jason pointed himself towards the ground, holding his arms to his sides and his legs together to increase his speed and reduce his radar cross-section.
1...
2...
3...
4...
Once he'd counted he flattened himself out, spreading his arms and legs and achieving terminal velocity. He could see a broad swathe of jungle beneath him with a shining river cutting through it like a snake in the moonlight. Lights were visible in the distance: the target.
Jason counted another four seconds before pulling the cord, feeling the jolt of sudden deceleration as his parachute deployed. Once he was stable, he looked around for the other member of Foxtrot squad. He activiated his mic.
basicly, reinforcements will switch out with other groups depending on like injury, if some one cant post, and other like things. We provide support for if the shit hits the fan on this mission
Myles looked around the inside of the plane. The doors were getting ready to re-open for their drop. The Load-Master signaled back 2 minutes. He looked around at his other squad members. "Alright then, gentlemen. It's about time to drop. Remember to open your parachutes. Also, please make sure you're ready the minute we touch ground. I'd hate to lose any of you." His voice revealed no such fear. He readied himself and approached Eric. Myles mussed Eric's hair, saying "Do try to keep up , would ya?" At this, his smirking face was very close to Eric's. He stayed there for a good second, then unsettlingly jerked his head up, and strolled towards the doors, holding on to a nearby handle
I won't be able to post on Saturday. Also, I'll be late coming into it tomorrow. probably 3 o'clock CST
Yeah, it's a co-op thing, everyone's equal in the team
I love this job thinks Vase as he falls from the back of the Hercules, "everyone OK on this drop," he shouts over the radio as he continues his free fall. Pulling the cord after his altimeter reached 10,000ft so he could slow down to a good speed to land.
Jason began his descent and soon hit the ground in the clearing at a quick jog. He rapidly pulled the chute down befind him and unclipped it before pulling off his facemask and bringing his rifle up to scan the moonlight-drenched treeline.
"Fox team, LZ is clear. Repeat, LZ clear."
Turning, he quickly stripped off his outer jump-suit and oxygen tank before wrapping them and his mask up in the chute. The fabric was stuffed under a log and weighed down with a few stones to minimise their presence.
That done, Jason made his way to the treeline and held his HK at the ready, watching for hostiles converging on the LZ as he waited for his squadmates.
Back up in the plane, the doors had reopened and the Load-Master gave Indigo Squad their signal. Myles let go of the handle and walked over to the platform. He turned to face the other Indigo's. "Well gents, let's go meet the Nine of Diamonds." With that, he sprung backwards off the platform and into a straight dive.
Am I right in thinking it's Coming Undone by Korn?
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Yup, indeed it is ... and also, i seem to change my name to Rios ... not Trin. Let's just leave it at Trin. Sorry for the confusion.
Trin readied his gear and went to the doors. All set?
The Load-Master yelled to him as he strapped on his parachute, double checking the kit.
Ready!
Alright soldier! GO GO GO
He screamed as he opened the doors.
Trin felt the air brush against his body, the slight shimmer of cold went through his mind, but he ignored it to listen to the Load-Master and look for the lights.
As soon as the light went green, he jumped.
After ten seconds, he called through the radio. Cord's not working! I repeat! the cord is not working! i won't be able to make it to the Indigo LZ, i repeat! i won't be abl,-
And then his radio went silent.
Moments later, he managed to pull the cord and landed a click from the LZ
As Trin landed, he tried his radio, but sending messages was impossible, he could only hear what came through.
Guess i'll have to find the LZ then. Alright, a click east, better start hiking!
Trin said as he picked up his kit and started heading east.
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