Dr.NES - The D.O.O.M. Project

[Ninja Dude]

Marcus yawned, and then his eyes went wide. Why was he outside, near a jungle. Oh yeah. The mission. Woo-hoo.

"Well, I got plenty of beauty sleep," Marcus said with a grin. He walked up to Ruben, although he was still drowsy he managed to slowly speak.

"Yo Ruben," he said, his eyes slowly closing before opening wide again. "I think that, you know, maybe I should check out the jungles around the clear path. I could find ambushers or anything else waiting for us. I know it sounds risky, but losing one stupid guy like me is probably better than having us decimated by an ambush."

 

[Chandrasekhar]

Stepping back after the doctor's attack, Ruben lightly felt his nose, glaring with annoyance at Magus as the doctor followed up with a long speech on how exactly the squad should conduct its business. He only felt a slight twinge of pain. The stringy doctor was a bit stronger than Ruben would expect, but the panicked flailing clearly wasn't thought out too far. Ruben waved off Niki when he approached to help and responded to Magus as soon as his little speech was over.

"Listen, Doc, we've all got our personal demons to deal with, but don't let them interfere with the mission. Make a habit of freaking out like this, and I'll have you bound 'till we get extracted out of here. Do it at a critical time, and I'll kill you myself. I'm not going to let any of the sane members of this squad get killed just 'cause the D.O.O.M psych evaluation is worthless.

"As to scouting around, Marcus, we have no reason to believe that we've been found, but I suppose we can't assume that we've gone undetected, either. If it'd settle your mind to take a look around, then do so, but bring a buddy or two. No one should go off alone. Also, be back here by 0800. That's when we're leaving."

 

[Vertinari118]

"Do not criticise D.O.O.M. They recruited me from a prison for the clinical insane and they know full well I suffer from PTSD though that was not the reason I was dumped in said prison. I tend not to experience flashbacks during the day and can easily control them when I do. Sometimes I do experience them in my sleep as you may have noticed but they are getting rarer. I tend to have roughly one a month nowadays. If you do not want me here Ruben I will radio the boat and leave. If you do not want my advise I will radio the boat and leave. If you wish for me to stay I will stay. Make your choice Commander."

Magus turns and gets ready to leave.

 

[Ninja Dude]

Marcus turns to the group after hearing Ruben's words.

"So, who wants to help me scout a bit. It'll be quick, and we will return here before 0800.I just need one or two partners to help me check out the jungle to the east a bit. nothing very dense. I just want to make sure that there isn't an ambush set up nearby."

 

[Terrance888]

I will, I have a flare gun that might be useful.

 

[DarthNader]

Vicente walked away from Miguell's breakfast offer in disgust, not because he didn't like the man, but because the food he offered looked borderline inedible. However, something about Miguell reminded him of someone...back from his days fighting the private armies of the drug cartels.

Chiapas, Mexico
March 12th, 2010

H Platoon was inserted into the center of the Lacandon Jungle via helicopters, and were ordered to raid a compound spotted by spy satellites. The compound was believed to be controlling many new cocaine plants in the jungle areas, with support from smaller cartels from Guatemala and larger cartels in Colombia. The compound was controlled by Juan Carlos Salazar of the Gulf Cartel, and was most likely heavily defended...and needed to be terminated.

The platoon soon found itself camped outside the compound, trying to look for a weak point in which to enter from. The place looked impregnable, and every option on the table would most definitely lead to heavy casualties. It was then that they were approached by what seemed to be a local, with information about the compound. It was his information that allowed the platoon to storm the compound, kill/capture its occupants, and seize several hundred thousand bricks of market ready cocaine, totaling around twenty six tons. It was the largest cocaine bust in history, and all thanks to the one strange man.

Vicente looked over his shoulder, back at Miguell. It couldn't be...what were the odds. If Miguell was that informant, then he must of been employed by the Gulf Cartel...which would explain so much. Vicente was eager to learn more about that man, who was now his comrade in the jungles of Brazil.

 

[conehead234]

Marcus turns to the group after hearing Ruben's words.

"So, who wants to help me scout a bit. It'll be quick, and we will return here before 0800.I just need one or two partners to help me check out the jungle to the east a bit. nothing very dense. I just want to make sure that there isn't an ambush set up nearby."

Nigel turns to Marcus

"Count me in, you will need my skill with the gun."

 

[Dreadnought]

Crack out the medical packs; we got a broken nose.

OOC: Since its part of a story I understand if you don't want a hit on your total health %.

 

[Ninja Dude]

"Alright. We have about an hour or less to snoop around the jungle before we need to be at the mission. I suggest we just do a quick sweep along the path, and then head back. If anyone meets any trouble, head straight to the mission, and depending on the severity of the situation, fire your flare if you have one."

 

[germanicus12]

Only use the Flare gun as a last resort. We do not want unwanted guests. Or spook off the animals.

 

[HunterG24]

OOC: Magus gets on the boat and leaves... The rest of the Mercs are so happy they throw a party Just kidding

IC: Rachel shut laptop with a frustrated sigh and looked around the mission. Marcus, Terni and Nigel were heading out the door on what looked like a mission and Magus had made his way over to his stuff off to the side and was starting to pack up his gear. Ruben stood watching him from where the altercation had taken place, rubbing his nose lightly.

Rachel stood up and approached Ruben with a smirk on her face. "So I see the scientist has a mean right hook."

Ruben glanced at her and shrugged. "What ya got?" he said, ignoring her comment.

She shook her head. "Nothing. Sats got nothing good. The visual pic shows nothing but jungle obviously, and the infrared is too confused to be of use to us. We're just going to have to find out who's out there the old fashioned way."

She glanced over at Magus who still appeared to be packing his stuff. Rachel wasn't sure if Magus meant what he said but he seemed to be ready to make good on his threat to leave. She didn't really care. This was the first time she had worked with him on the team and thus far she hadn't been impressed.

"Boss," She turned back and addressed Ruben, "If Mister Important over there wants to leave I say we let him. He's dead weight, a very self opinionated dead weight. Lets send him on his way with a polite kick to the ass."

 

[Milarqui]

"Gentlemen, please calm down. I know that Magus' flashbacks can be quite irritating, but his help in here would be invaluable. Just calm down and think about this before we do something we might regret."

 

[Chandrasekhar]

"If you don't think it'll happen again, Magus, then you can stay on... but keep in mind that I'll hold you responsible for whatever you do, whenever you do it. If D.O.O.M. thinks that your scientific expertise outweighs the liability of your disorder, I'll keep that in mind, but don't expect any leniency if our lives and our mission are on the line."

Crack out the medical packs; we got a broken nose.

OOC: Since its part of a story I understand if you don't want a hit on your total health %.

Well, on one hand, I much prefer continuity between gameplay and stories, but on the other, I don't think a mildly fractured nose is on the same level as gunshot wounds when it comes to damage. If Magus had shot Ruben in the gut instead of punched him in the nose, I'd fully support a hit to Ruben's health. I sort of dislike the concept of a total health % in the first place, though.

 

[Milarqui]

"Okay, now that we all have had breakfast," Niki said, "we should start to move. The sooner we reach Village B, the better. I wish to have a good look at the place, to make sure that some light can be shed over what killed those people. Should we do something before leaving?"

 

[Dreadnought]

Give me the order, sir, and the squad will begin the march.

 

[Vertinari118]

"Not that I can think of."
Turning to Rachel
Thank you for your kind words miss Goldfarb if you have anything more useful to contribute please do. At least I am offering suggestions on how to keep us alive even if others do not like them or ignore them.
Turning to Ruben
"I would expect nothing else Ruben. Also Ruben I would like to know you have any form of plan or not? Are we going just marching off in the vague direction of village B or are we going to follow a detailed step-by-step plan of the entire journey that you have yet to reveal?"

 

[Ninja Dude]

"Not that I can think of."
Turning to Rachel
Thank you for your kind words miss Goldfarb if you have anything more useful to contribute please do. At least I am offering suggestions on how to keep us alive even if others do not like them or ignore them.
Turning to Ruben
"I would expect nothing else Ruben. Also Ruben I would like to know you have any form of plan or not? Are we going just marching off in the vague direction of village B or are we going to follow a detailed step-by-step plan of the entire journey that you have yet to reveal?"

Ruben has stated that he trusts our abilities and that we will just march together as a group to Village B. No specific plan will be made. We'll just do what we do best and hope that's good enough.

 

[Vertinari118]

"Ok thanks Marcus."

Mutters something about lack of forward planning is one day going to get us all killed.

 

[Dreadnought]

Update coming. If you have any other comments, make them now.

 

[Dreadnought]

Update 3
Village B

18 August 2013
The Amazonian Jungle
0800 Hours

The mercenaries awoke quickly and quietly. The morning sun had already shown its rays across the green landscape, showering the land in a bright shine of warm light. Night was gone; it was time for operations to commence.

Besides a brief interaction with Magnus, the day had started well. The temperature was warm, but not overbearingly hot; the sky was clear; and the trail open. Each soldier, however, was not fascinated by the serene portrait; they were busy, each mercenary packing ammunition and supplies for the journey ahead.

O’Neill turned to Rachel. “How far do you think is the village ahead?”

“Half and hour; an hour at the longest,” she replied, her knowledge of the satellite images proving useful in this case.

Marcus spoke next. “Sir, I believe we need to scout ahead in order to better prepare for the journey. I could lead a force ahead to make sure we are not walking into an ambush.”

After receiving confirmation, Marcus, Nigel, and Terni prepared solemnly for the task at hand. They were venturing ahead into the unknown depths of the jungle, facing an unknown enemy; there were only three of them. Surely the antagonists, hidden amongst the vines and ferns, would pounce on the opportunity to eradicate these lonely travelers? With only three weapons at hand to fight the foe, was this a wise course of action for the mercenary squad to undertake?

As they were about to leave, ‘The Jaguar’ and Miguell jogged to come up with the vanguard party. “We will join you,” ‘The Jaguar’ said.

Even if Marcus had a second opinion, he did not state it. ‘The Jaguar’ did not seem to appreciate additional thoughts after his commands.

So the scouting party began their trek into this wilderness, calm and collected; eager yet disciplined. Their weapons were loaded and their senses alerted. They moved silently and swiftly across the trail, their boots inaudibly touching the soft ground for only an instant before lifting again.

They had gone for only a moment when ‘the Jaguar’ and Miguell paused. ‘The Jaguar’ spoke: “We will check the surrounding jungle. You proceed up ahead.”

Marcus sighed. “Are you sure that—”

“Yes.”

Marcus didn’t argue. He had a mission, and apparently ‘the Jaguar’ did as well.


‘The Jaguar’ and Miguell passed into the dark depths of the undergrowth, pushing aside vines and branches as they went. The atmosphere changed considerably as they ventured deeper into the jungle. Shadows lengthened and firing lines diminished; yet their resolve did not falter. They were determined to discover the whereabouts of the enemy; most likely, they were located here, far from the prying eyes of interlopers who ‘naively’ hugged the trail in their self-conjured idiosyncratic strategy. Miguell took the lead, while ‘the Jaguar’ covered from behind.

They had reached a large tropical tree when, suddenly, ‘the Jaguars’ senses flared. Constant struggle in the jungle had fine-tuned his mind; he was keenly perceptive in these otherwise dangerous woods. Warning beacons fired off inside his conscience. “Beware! Beware! Beware!”

‘The Jaguar’ paused. Sensing his stop, Miguell halted as well. “What is it?”

‘The Jaguar’ froze, his lips barely moving as he whispered, “We’re being hunted.”

Miguell cocked his weapon and loudly taunted, “Bring it on!” Apparently, he had not deciphered the meaning of ‘the Jaguars’ silent reaction.

‘The Jaguar’ looked forward, trying to ascertain the threat before him. Was there a sniper, lying amongst the bushes unseen, waiting for the perfect time to fire a mortal shot? He did not see one.

He turned to his right, his eyes slowly yet steadily moving from one piece of cover to the next. No bush, no fern, no hiding place escaped his gaze; yet, no threat was located.

He checked behind him, raising his weapon as he visually checked the area. Nothing was there.

Finally, he looked to his left, his finger on the trigger, eagerly ready to dispatch the enemy when he saw him…

Nothing. He saw nothing.

His senses had never failed him before. He was confused, dazed; his mind still raced, preparing for a conflict, even though he had not seen a threat…

Miguell turned to him with a puzzled look on his face. “What’s going on?”

‘The Jaguar’ was about to mutter, “False alarm,” when the realization hit him like a sledgehammer: the recognition of the danger was finally understood inside his mind, bringing to his attention the real menace in this situation…

Slowly he looked up:

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There, in the branches above, was, ironically enough, a huge jaguar claws extended; the animal was preparing to pounce upon his victims, apparently unaware of the sheer firepower they could bring to bear.

Before he could react, the huntress leaped at Miguell. He turned towards the beast and, upon seeing it, screamed, turning his shotgun to aim at the beast. In his panic, however, he pulled the trigger too soon, and most of the shot missed the monster. The sound of his gunshot echoed across the jungle for many miles as an unwanted side-effect to his defense.

First contact was made, and both man and animal were stuck in a vicious cycle of combat. Miguell was smart – he managed to block the brunt of the hit with his weapon, preventing instant death; yet the jaguar recovered and charged again, clawing and biting at him.

‘The Jaguar’ reacted quickly. He raised his gun to shoot, but the melee was too chaotic; he couldn’t risk hitting Miguell. He changed his plan and, raising his weapon like a primitive club, he knocked the beast off him.

The animal was momentarily dazed, but as ‘The Jaguar’ raised his gun to shoot, the animal slipped away, his gunfire barely missing the retreating beast.

‘The Jaguar’ stood still in his battle stance, scanning the foliage for any signs of the beast. He would have pursued the retreating leopard, but he had a responsibility to protect Miguell. “Did it bite you? Did it bite you?”

Miguell stirred, revealing a mangled, bleeding left arm. “Sh!t, sh!t…” ‘The Jaguar’ originally pondered chasing the beast, to procure its body for whatever was needed, but the animal was long gone, and Miguell needed assistance.

Cursing the fact that he had no medical pack, he slowly lifted Miguell to his feat, and they proceeded to return the way they came.

They had discovered enough.

* * *

O’Neill and the remaining member of the squad had just begun their trek along the path when they heard the gunshot. Instantly, and rightfully, assuming that the proprietor of the weapon was one of his comrades, he radioed to the entire team, “What the hell was that?”

½ hour away, up the path, Marcus answered. “I don’t know. ‘Jaguar’, what’s going on?”

‘The Jaguar’ answered quickly. “Me and Miguell got attacked by an animal. A leopard of some sort. He got hit hard; his arm is bleeding really bad.”

O’Neill sighed. “Damn it, ‘Jaguar’. Where are you?”

“Close to the path, just outside the mission. We’re almost on it.”

“The remaining mercenaries and I haven’t left yet. Radio when you are on it; we’ll meet you.”

Marcus spoke over the radio next. “What about us, sir? What would you have us do up here?”

O’Neill thought for a moment, and then asked, “How close are you to the village?”

“Ten minutes, tops.”

“Get to that village,” O’Neill muttered, his curiosity getting the better of him. “See if anything is going on. Stay down! Don’t risk an engagement. Once you take a peek, retreat back a little ways, and wait for us.”

“Roger that.”

* * *

A few moments later, ‘The Jaguar’ radioed to O’Neill. “We’re on the path. Miguell is in stable condition.”

O’Neill responded, “Roger. Stay put; we’re coming.” He turned to Dr. Garcia, who already had a medical pack ready. Nodding, the remaining mercenaries jogged down the path to rendezvous with their beleaguered colleagues. “Sarge” muttered something about incompetent soldiers under his breath as he ran.

* * *

Finally, and with great enthusiasm, the advanced scouting party reached Village B. They were huddling amongst the foliage to reduce the chance of disclosing their position. Marcus crawled towards a break in the tree line near the village grounds for a better view.

He reached for his binoculars. Grasping them in his hand, he raised them to eye level, and stared out into the Village.

“What do you see?” Terni asked impulsively.

Marcus did not respond, his eyes passing from one side of the village to the other.

“What is it?” Nigel whispered apprehensively.

Ignoring their questions, Marcus radioed O’Neill:

“Sir, what is the situation at Village B?” he asked, his voice insecure and unstable.

“It was attacked,” O’Neill replied. “It should look and smell like Village A.”

“Sir…” Marcus began, apprehensively.

“What?” O’Neill answered, concerned.


“Sir, there are no bodies here. No blood, no bones, no remains...nothing.”