HAVEN. Chapter One: Dead Men Walking. (Started)
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Placing his second revolver in its holster, Vereor rose. "Waited long enough, might as well start this thing," he thought, grabbing his canteen and his bag containing his ammo and five MREs on his way to face the horde.
'Twas me, twin revolvers non-withstandingExictednuke said:
Waiting for the group to arrive at the gate, if you boys could saunter on over to the starting block we will get this adventure under way.
The only reason I even picked a weapon was because I didn't want to become insta-zombie food. I really hoped this RP wouldn't turn into a bunch of Rambo personalities (you know who you are. Soldires, immune, cool weapons etc.) slaughtering zombies in hundreds. With all the trigger happy soldiers here I guess I'll just have to adjustExictednuke said:
The Hairminator said:The only reason I even picked a weapon was because I didn't want to become insta-zombie food. I really hoped this RP wouldn't turn into a bunch of Rambo personalities (you know who you are. Soldires, immune, cool weapons etc.) slaughtering zombies in hundreds. With all the trigger happy soldiers here I guess I'll just have to adjustExictednuke said:
Trust me, rambo's will not last long. And i don't think they will get the glory of "You go on, i'll hold them off" final stands.
Kenji had just finished outfitting his equipment, just in time fore the groups departure. He raised his gas mask slightly to allow a cigarette in his mouth, puffing on it as he walked towards the gate. He left his quarters behind, slamming the door on his way out. He walked pass the same refugees and soldiers, certain that he would most likely see none of those worthless idiots again.
"I'm off to go get myself killed! See y'all in a few weeks!"
He is the CO. Thats why i didn't want you to be a 1st LT. An NCO would have been more realistic but we got what we have.
No one had noticed Theodore at the meeting, and no one noticed him as he readied his things. "I'd rather be outside this here city then in here with all those stuffy-shirt Immunes. Why they gostta worry about a cure anyways? They're fine. something that seems fishy 'bout dat. Oh well, at least I ain't in prison." Theodore packed sandwiches and ammunition for the trip. The army wasn't picky about who they let on this mission, and he always did enjoy visiting his old neighborhood. Gumbo loaded up his weapons. He had his shotgun, which he took good care of, and he had Ol' Problemsolver. Gumbo wasn't a proud man, but he took pride in his Smith and Wesson .500. It was what he killed that no good Sheyrl and the man she was cheatin' with. Gumbo didn't like to admit it, but most of the time he cried about what he did that night. "C'mon there Gumbo, pull yourself together, we goin' shootin. Shooters don't cry." Gumbo slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed to the gate.
The captain approached. Joseph immediatly straitened his back rimrod straight.
"Ah, lieutenat Galland, ready as I see." He looked over Joseph, he seemed pretty pleased with Joseph battle attire. Then he saw the machette. "son, you mind expaining why you have a non-regulation Weapon?" The captain asked.
"Sir, it's for sentimental reasons, sir!" Joseph answerd back. The captain glared at him, almost seeing through him. Joseph wonderd if the captain could smell the burbon on his breath.
"Well the, I hope it can cut through the infected." He replied.
"Sir, it can and will do that, sir!" Joseph said back...
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"Ah, lieutenat Galland, ready as I see." He looked over Joseph, he seemed pretty pleased with Joseph battle attire. Then he saw the machette. "son, you mind expaining why you have a non-regulation Weapon?" The captain asked.
"Sir, it's for sentimental reasons, sir!" Joseph answerd back. The captain glared at him, almost seeing through him. Joseph wonderd if the captain could smell the burbon on his breath.
"Well the, I hope it can cut through the infected." He replied.
"Sir, it can and will do that, sir!" Joseph said back...
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Okay, well I guess that means I'm second in command then.RareDevil said:
I'd prefer if you guys didn't take liberties with the captain in the future mainly because. . .
Wolfe pulled out his tomahawk and handed it to Lt. Galland, "I prefer this, Lt." He checked over the young officer's gear before retrieving the tomahawk and looking him dead in the eyes. "And i might be old school, but i remember saluting my senior officers."
He crossed over to Gumbo and slammed a ruck sack onto his chest, "Listen Boy, your the biggest mofo here so you volunteered to carry the extra rations. This bag has our medical equipment, extra MRE's, and a little bit extra ammo. You will guard this with your life boy, for it makes you the second most important bastard on this mission." He readjusted his SCAR-H and his LBV that held his extra clips.
He swatted Paul's shoulders, "This is the most important man on this mission. Every last one of you will give your life protecting this scientist, for he is the only one with the skills to get our sample. Gimbol and Harrigton, it's your job to make sure nothing gets with in shouting range of our man here."
He grabbed Takoko by his armored vest, "I like your preparation Jap. This is some good armor to stop bullets, thank god the zombies aint got guns or i would need to bring mine. But i see your prepared to make our job tougher when we have to kill your infected yellow ass." He pulled down his sleeves to reveal iron bracers, "Zombies love to bite the arms and neck, stop them from biting your extremities and you dont have to worry about your cute little vests."
He walked out through the first gate, "Common boys, we have a jog ahead of us." He clipped the chin strap of his hockey helmet style kevlar tactical helmet and slung his SCAR-H across his chest to avoid it getting tangled in his spec-ops ruck.
will be joining us. He is an average civilian programmer. I put his sheet in with the accepted characters so you can read what he is all about. There is a reason i haven't Added Wolfe's yet, and that is because i want him to remain a mysterious NPC (non-playable character) It's almost wartime boys
Jason watched as the gate openned. He himself was in the second floor of a rundown building just outside the gate. He had been searching for old tech, but this building had been cleared out a long time ago. He sighed. Looking towards the gate, he saw what looked like mostly military personel leaving for a mission. At first he was going to let it pass him by, but then a new idea occured to him.
"These guys look pretty armoured. They must being heading deep into an over run area. There's tons of old tech in those god damn infested zones, just waiting to be scavenged. Hell, if I tag along with these guys, I could probably bag some sweet shit." He thought to himself, the idea sounding better and better the more he heard it in his head.
Soon he was on the ground, approaching the group. "Hello gentlemen. Looks like you guys are heading into the red zone. Care if I join you?"
"These guys look pretty armoured. They must being heading deep into an over run area. There's tons of old tech in those god damn infested zones, just waiting to be scavenged. Hell, if I tag along with these guys, I could probably bag some sweet shit." He thought to himself, the idea sounding better and better the more he heard it in his head.
Soon he was on the ground, approaching the group. "Hello gentlemen. Looks like you guys are heading into the red zone. Care if I join you?"
"Your drafted into Haven's military, you will report directly to me and you just volunteered for a suicide mission. Congratulations soldier, your a hero." Wolfe gave him a hard smile, "We are going out to find the cure."
on a few characters that have not posted yet.
Mark jogged back to his barrack, the briefing running through his head, The infamous Wolfe would be leading the op. The was an honour and a half initself. Turning to the job at hand he went over his kit.
He puled his webbing together pulling it down over his armour. Loading his pistol Mark flicked the LAM on and off to check it was working then slid the pistol into the the holster on his right thigh, He slid five spare magazines into the ammo slots on the side of the holster. Next he grabbed his back up piece a matt black MP5K-PDW, a nice small piece with sliding stock and front handle for more accuracy, he checked the LAM and then secured a sound supresor to the barrel, it might limit his range a bit he thought but if I have to use this they're gonna be close. Slinging it, it lay neatly on the back of his left ribs. He stowed some spare magazines for the MP5 in the ammo pouch attached to his left thigh, 8 Mags of 30 rounds intotal.
His M4A1, a piece from his days in the special forces, was his prize weapon, powerful yet compactable, with a sliding stock for tight CQ's. He added the a handle to the front rail, on the sides went a flash light and a LAM, this Laser Aiming Module could be set to visible or infrared for night time jobs. He attached a sound suppresor to the front. On top was a day and night combi sight. He slid a magazine into place and pulled the cocking handle. He put it down on the bed. He slid mags into the front ammo pouches of his webbing and into the ammo slots on his chest 20 mags intotal.
To the back of his webbing he secures the M203 attachment for M14, He had a specialised pouch attached to his webbing to accomodate this smaller version of the M16's M203 launcher. He slid 5 40mm Anti personel grenades into the webbing pounch on his right hand side. Next he tapes the numerous grenades he has and the clips them onto the straps of his webbing. Finally a Combat knife slides into place on the front of his amour.
He then sorts out his mini-rucksack, into it goes, replacment ammo for all his weapons, spare magazines preloaded, water canteens X2, Field Med Kit, SATCoM Uplink Radio, 2 lengths of light weight rope. Some emergency rations and batteries for all electronic equipment. Strapping the ruck sack to his back it sits perfectly above the rear webbing pouches.
He slings his M4 over his shoulders, it rest down his right hand side, the pistol grip just inches from his hand. He secures his man to man radio, gask mask and helmet. He heads outside.
Seeing the boys waiting at the gait Mark jogs up to the Captain comes to a halt smartly at attention, and snapped off a smart salute.
"Captain, Sir, Warrant Officer Mark Gimbol"
As the gate opened and the team jogged out, Mark though to himself; 'Great baby sitting duty, I hope the fucking scientist has the sence to keep close me and harrington'
He puled his webbing together pulling it down over his armour. Loading his pistol Mark flicked the LAM on and off to check it was working then slid the pistol into the the holster on his right thigh, He slid five spare magazines into the ammo slots on the side of the holster. Next he grabbed his back up piece a matt black MP5K-PDW, a nice small piece with sliding stock and front handle for more accuracy, he checked the LAM and then secured a sound supresor to the barrel, it might limit his range a bit he thought but if I have to use this they're gonna be close. Slinging it, it lay neatly on the back of his left ribs. He stowed some spare magazines for the MP5 in the ammo pouch attached to his left thigh, 8 Mags of 30 rounds intotal.
His M4A1, a piece from his days in the special forces, was his prize weapon, powerful yet compactable, with a sliding stock for tight CQ's. He added the a handle to the front rail, on the sides went a flash light and a LAM, this Laser Aiming Module could be set to visible or infrared for night time jobs. He attached a sound suppresor to the front. On top was a day and night combi sight. He slid a magazine into place and pulled the cocking handle. He put it down on the bed. He slid mags into the front ammo pouches of his webbing and into the ammo slots on his chest 20 mags intotal.
To the back of his webbing he secures the M203 attachment for M14, He had a specialised pouch attached to his webbing to accomodate this smaller version of the M16's M203 launcher. He slid 5 40mm Anti personel grenades into the webbing pounch on his right hand side. Next he tapes the numerous grenades he has and the clips them onto the straps of his webbing. Finally a Combat knife slides into place on the front of his amour.
He then sorts out his mini-rucksack, into it goes, replacment ammo for all his weapons, spare magazines preloaded, water canteens X2, Field Med Kit, SATCoM Uplink Radio, 2 lengths of light weight rope. Some emergency rations and batteries for all electronic equipment. Strapping the ruck sack to his back it sits perfectly above the rear webbing pouches.
He slings his M4 over his shoulders, it rest down his right hand side, the pistol grip just inches from his hand. He secures his man to man radio, gask mask and helmet. He heads outside.
Seeing the boys waiting at the gait Mark jogs up to the Captain comes to a halt smartly at attention, and snapped off a smart salute.
"Captain, Sir, Warrant Officer Mark Gimbol"
As the gate opened and the team jogged out, Mark though to himself; 'Great baby sitting duty, I hope the fucking scientist has the sence to keep close me and harrington'
You just caught me. You should edit that to joining us at the first gate since i already addressed your character. And it's cool i am lenient with time frames I try to keep spaces open for those unfortunate posters to catch up and fill in. So i also would assume that the other players offer this courtesy and do not move on with out me, take control of others characters, or start fucking with the time span. We are trying to let every one post not just two eager beavers.
That being said Mr. Piranah i would like to know your time zone to accommodate you.
That being said Mr. Piranah i would like to know your time zone to accommodate you.
No one lives near the seventh gate, you guys will see why in the morning. i dont know if we have every one yet so i will let them peter in
Right have edited and rewritten it a bit, Im in the U.K current time at posting this it 12:36 Grenwhich Mean Time, if that helps
Canada, I believe ECT, so roughly 5-6 hours behind GMT. Times like this I wish I had payed attention in geography. But on a seperate note, I won't be able to post much tonight, as I am going to a Christmas diner.
Jason quickly checked his pack. Aside from his shotgun(which was slung on his back) he had a flashlite, a two way radio, a back-up gasmask, food and water for 2 days, an 8GB flash drive, extra batteries, and about 50 shotgun shells(plus twelve in his gun, for a total of 62).
By no measure was he armed for a long and loud foray into the Red Zone. "Hope these guys know their shit" he thought to himself.