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

[Vertinari118]

Having camouflaged himself and readied his weapon for combat Magus turns to Ruben and says:

"What is the actual plan then? We need a detailed plan of what we are going to do, contingency plans and a long-term objective if we are to survive longer than a few nights. I understand this is not an army, so do not complain, but we need to have a proper plan. We are up against the Spetsnez one of, if not the, best special forces in the world.

A considerate pause

"In short we need a leader."

Magus turns away and readies himself for the storm these comments will no doubt make. Even if they are common sense.

OOC: Chandra do not take this personally. I just think we need a slightly more focused leadership know we are in the poo big time.

 

[The Loser]

Miguell heard the words, and his reply was short as usual.
A new leader...Finally!

I vote for Vincent!!!

After giving his opinion, he started to look for some herbs to aid his recovery.
And a nice place for cover could always be used here. His machette in one hand, his shotgun nearby, and some "local" medicin to focus on the upcomming troubles...

 

[Vertinari118]

"No not a new leader. I am asking our current leader to do his job and lead. If he believes he is unable to do this to the satisfaction of the group and chooses to step down Sarge becomes leader and choses a new second in command."

 

[Lord_Iggy]

OOC: Well, I take it that I'm currently looking for survivors at the crash site- if there's nothing there, you can tell me so and Nestor can move on.

 

[Ninja Dude]

Once we find a safe hiding spot, Marcus will climb up a tree and keep watch.

 

[conehead234]

I assume the general consensus is to hide and regroup.

 

[germanicus12]

This group we are facing is far more powerful than a drug lord... this has to an army or mercenary squad like us. Where did the attack helicopter come from? Which direction... did anyone see? (Dread if anyone saw, you could PM them or go ahead and list it on here)

It is unfortunate that our evac has been shot down, also does anyone know what the emblem says on the parachute? This could be the army we are facing.

Considering the power they brought forth in the ambush and helicopter attack, we are up against a force more powerful and stronger than us, and if we are to survive, we must resort to stealth and tricks. The jungle is a great place to set up traps and perhaps catch a live enemy soldier and figure out just what the hell is out there.

I heard the name Anaconda being mentioned during a conversation in Portuguese, though I have no idea what followed, but I have heard of Anaconda Soldiers during my stint in Iraq, these guys fought for America and helped local civilians. Now I doubt they came here, but I am sure they are similar but more gruesome.

Someone ask that native about the Anacondas, and clarify if it is really a group or if he just saw a snake. I believe the secret may lay in his abilities to tell us exactly what he knows. Personally I now feel we may be caught up in a war, not between drug lords or the government, but rebellion or even another nation warring with Brazil without Brazil's knowledge. It is the only way I can account for their power.

Lets withdraw to the jungle and discuss.

This was my consensus. But no one seemed to have asked Eduardo, or even discussed most of this. So as a result I just stayed back and waited.

 

[Vertinari118]

Yes but I want to know where and how, whether we are going tactical or not etc.

@ Germanicus: I agree with all of that.

 

[germanicus12]

Someone ask that native about the Anacondas, and clarify if it is really a group or if he just saw a snake. I believe the secret may lay in his abilities to tell us exactly what he knows.

Will one of the Portuguese interpreters please do this.

We now have no choice but to go tactical, no radio communications whatsoever, except in emergencies, the group must remain together and on the look out. We hide by day and travel by night, our night vision goggles will hopefully give us the edge over any enemy creatures out there. Animal or otherwise.

I will follow Ruben unless he agrees with what the Squad seems to want. He is the leader whether we like it or not, but if he does chooses to relinquish command, I will do my best to get this squad out intact and with the mission accomplished.

Also should the above happen, I expect, when in Tactical mode, that all orders be followed to the letter and radio communications nonexistence or used only as an emergency. Anyone who disagrees with this will be left behind, as there are no retries in this deadly game of cat and mouse.

 

[DarthNader]

Vicente, like Nestor, will be checking out the crash site for survivors and any equipment that is salvageable (weapons, ammo, medical supplies, food, etc.). Once this is done, he will move with the group to "hide" and regroup. Also, I will inform the group on some Spetsnaz info tomorrow...hopefully before the update.

 

[Chandrasekhar]

"First priority is getting out of harm's way, Magus. We'll have plenty of time to figure out what we're up against and how we should counter it once we're hidden."

 

[Vertinari118]

"What has everyone been saying? I realise that but how are we going to do it? In our normal ambling way or with some semblance of discipline? Our we going to go tactical or not? Give some orders!"

 

[Milarqui]

Niki will help Nestor and Vicente, in case someone miraculously survived the explosion and needs medical attention.

 

[Chandrasekhar]

"I've said all there is to say. We're an elite special forces unit - there's no such thing as 'ambling' for us. We're keeping our radios off, and avoiding detection. We're moving into the jungle south of here, between here and Village D. That is all. You're all experienced at this sort of thing - you should all be able to take care of yourselves within these guidelines."

{OOC: Completely aside from the fact that I think this sort of decision is within Ruben's character so far, I'm also trying to be careful not to completely steal the show with direct orders. We're all players here, and we should all be making interesting decisions. It's no fun for the players if I'm the only one making the decisions that matter.}

 

[Vertinari118]

OOC:
Short version

Ruben we have discussed no end. Now you need to give final orders to the group.

Long version

Ruben the whole point of a leader is to take input from the group they are leading, make one or more decisions and then give the orders. Special forces still give detailed orders and mission briefs; they still plan to the utmost detail. The only orders give so far are head south and hide. We need to plan a bit more, I mean come on the cadet force I am in do more planning than that! Ambling means walking and they is such a thing as walking in the special forces. Tactical patrolling means moving slowly, remaining silent at all times, masking your scent, leaving no trace not even footprints or excrement (except CO2 and sweat), not disturbing the natural wildlife. Tabbing or running means moving as fast as possible to wherever you need to go. People will tend to walk rather than patrol as patrolling takes more energy and takes far longer. Finally some players have said nothing about what their character is going to do so final orders will help Dread run these characters.

 

[HunterG24]

OOC:

Vert, seriously this is a game. I know you want to get into it with a whole lot of detail but the rest of us don't have the time or the patience. We are here to have fun and if I have to describe every single detail of what my character has to do then I am not going to have fun anymore.

Chandrasekhar doesn't need to come up with an extremely complicated list of things we have to do. What he's been doing thus far is just fine. You may not agree but guess what, this is just a game. We are not really soldiers of fortune. The majority of us either work or are in school and don't want to put that much time and thought into a game.

Now I ask politely, please stop insisting that we go into a whole lot of detail. If you want to go through and make a lot of detail, you are more then welcome to but stop telling the other players what they have to do.

 

[Terrance888]

OOC: I agree

Although we are supposed to act as such.

 

[Dreadnought]

Update will commence now, but feel free to continue discussion

 

[Dreadnought]

Update 8
Answers

<Unknown Date>
<Unknown Location>
<Unknown Time>

The large man walked quickly from the waiting vehicle on the street to his office in the building. He had just been informed that his operative had received valuable information from his mission. This information must be processed as soon as possible.

He arrived in his office and listened to the radio broadcast.

A single radio transmission, in Russian: &#8220;I have arrived. They are here. They called for the helicopter, but it was intercepted.&#8221;

&#8220;By whom?&#8221; The commander answered, many miles away.

&#8220;I am unsure.&#8221;

&#8220;Follow them. We want answers. Find out what is happening&#8230;by any means necessary.&#8221;

&#8220;Affirmative. Over and out.&#8221;

<18 August 2013>
<The Amazonian Jungle>
<1700 hours>

The explosion rattled the confidence of the mercenary squad. What was outlined as a babysitting mission had evolved into a battle for survival, where their enemy had the initiative in this struggle of wills. They needed to act, and quickly.

&#8220;I will check the crash site for any supplies,&#8221; the Jaguar insisted.

&#8220;I will go too,&#8221; Nestor replied, and both headed towards the helicopter crash, followed by Rachel and Dr. Garcia.

&#8220;Hurry up!&#8221; O&#8217;Neill ordered. &#8220;We leave in one minute!&#8221;

Both of them headed towards the crashed helicopter. The site revealed less than optimal yields: all the crew was dead, and the equipment was unsalvageable.

Each mercenary prepared to withdraw in the utmost haste, away from this exposed position in the open field. The remaining mercenaries lay prone on the ground, watching every angle in case of an enemy attack.

&#8220;Sir,&#8221; Magnus began, &#8220;we need to have a coherent plan to get out of this mess&#8230;&#8221;

&#8220;We will head south,&#8221; O&#8217;Neill remarked quickly, his speed of conversation echoing his concern for the need to achieve safety in a timely manner. &#8220;There will be some cover down there. We must get into a defendable position as soon as possible.&#8221;

&#8220;No,&#8221; Magnus answered. &#8220;We need a detailed plan to execute, not a mere collection of advice.&#8221;

&#8220;I told you the plan.&#8221;

&#8220;No,&#8221; Magnus repeated, raising his voice. &#8220;Perhaps you don&#8217;t understand me. We need to plan our survival here, not just comment on what we will do. We need a leader who can fully contemplate our survival, and draw a concise and logical strategy to aide in that endeavor.&#8221;

&#8220;Are you insinuating something?&#8221; O&#8217;Neill turned to Magnus, looking him in the eye.

Sarge waited patiently nearby, hoping that Magnus would speak his name as a possible contender for commander.

The Jaguar overheard the rising tension, and withdrew back towards the group, followed closely by Nestor.

&#8220;Insinuate what you want,&#8221; Magnus exclaimed, not faltering in his courage.

&#8220;Insubordination is punishable by&#8230;&#8221; O&#8217;Neill began.

&#8220;Easy!&#8221; Marcus interjected. &#8220;Let&#8217;s not get carried away here. Let&#8217;s focus on the mission now.&#8221;

O&#8217;Neill stood up, shouldered his weapon and headed southward in a sprint, followed by the other mercenaries. &#8220;We need to find cover. That is what is most important now.&#8221;

&#8220;And then what?&#8221; Magnus commented.

&#8220;What do you want from me?&#8221; O&#8217;Neill yelled, not stopping his stride. &#8220;We all have our own opinions about this mission. Yet you are the only one that won&#8217;t shut up and focus on what we must do. I don&#8217;t give a goddamn rat&#8217;s ass about your &#8216;grand strategy&#8217; in this mission. We are gonna get out of this open field and from there work on finding the missing team. Any other questions?&#8221;

&#8220;Look,&#8221; Sarge began, not breaking his run, &#8220;I&#8217;m not gonna be the devil&#8217;s advocate, but we should maybe have some sort of idea what our plan is for the entire mission&#8230;&#8221;

&#8220;We can work on that once we find cover,&#8221; O&#8217;Neill panted.

&#8220;This area is too exposed&#8230;&#8221; Reginald began.

&#8220;We have no idea when the enemy will attack,&#8221; Andrew commented. &#8220;We need to find cover as soon as possible.&#8221;

As they approached the pathway south to Village D, however, a horrible sight greeted them; it was located a little ways down the path, alongside the trees and ferns surrounding it:

And next to the body sat a woman on her legs, her back to the squad; her head was tucked into her hands.

&#8220;Hold,&#8221; O&#8217;Neill ordered.

The woman was moving, albeit slightly. She was still alive.

&#8220;She could be a witness,&#8221; Terni muttered.

&#8220;She might need our help,&#8221; Dr. Garcia added.

&#8220;It might be a trap,&#8221; Sarge whispered.

The squad knelt together for a moment as they planned their next course of action.

&#8220;I&#8217;ll go ahead,&#8221; Marcus murmured. &#8220;If it&#8217;s a trap, I&#8217;ll sniff it out before they spring it.&#8221;

&#8220;Agreed,&#8221; O&#8217;Neill added. &#8220;Go.&#8221;

Marcus crept towards the woman, gun raised; his eyes were locked on the surrounding wilderness, eying any potential hiding spots for any insurgents or irregulars. He was adept at smelling ambushes before they occurred.

Nevertheless, the area appeared to be clear.

&#8220;Hey,&#8221; Marcus muttered to the woman.

She made a noise in reply. Did she just growl at him?

She turned, and he saw her fully for the first time. She was almost completely naked, and her skin had turned a sickly brown color. Worst of all, though, were her eyes; they were almost completely white, yet they stared into Marcus, in an unrelenting storm of emotion and madness.

&#8220;Huh?&#8221; Marcus gasped.

The woman then roared, like an animal snatching at prey, her voice tearing into the dusk atmosphere, echoing like a hunter snarling at their next meal; and then she charged Marcus.

&#8220;What the fu--&#8221; he screamed, raising his weapon. He fired a shot, drowning out the last sounds of his statement, but the shot flew too high; she landed full force upon him, scratching and biting at his flesh.

&#8220;****!&#8221; Nigel yelled, aiming to save Marcus.

But, out of the jungle nearby, a dozen pairs of eyes prepared for the attack.

As Nigel aimed to shoot, more than twenty other abominations charged out of the woods, snarling and hoping to snatch the other soldiers as a meal.

&#8220;Open fire!&#8221; the Jaguar screamed, and bullets flew through the air, striking at the attacking swarm. Nestor knelt down and aimed his sniper down towards Marcus and, with a single shot, sniped the monster off of him.

In less than ten seconds it was over; twenty five carcasses littered the field, the setting sun casting horrific colors upon the slain enemies.

&#8220;What the hell were those?&#8221; O&#8217;Neill exclaimed. &#8220;What is going on here?&#8221;

&#8220;We need to get out of here,&#8221; Andrew immediately commented.

Magnus approached one of the bodies. &#8220;They appear human&#8230;yet&#8230;&#8221;

&#8220;We have another problem, sir,&#8221; Dr. Garcia began. &#8220;Where&#8217;s Rachel?&#8221;

&#8220;She was with us when we checked the crash&#8230;&#8221; Nestor began.

&#8220;Damn it!&#8221; Miguell cursed.

* * *

Rachel awoke, dazed. Her head was sore, and her arms and hands was bound to a tree.

She struggled to shake off her bonds, but her effort was futile; she was securely bound.

She tried to remember what happened. She was looking through the rubble of the helicopter crash, desperately searching for any supplies. She was rushed because the squad was preparing to leave.

She heart a commotion. The Jaguar and Nestor ran to resolve the conflict. She turned to follow them&#8230;

And was hit in the back of the head.

As she recalled the situation, a man revealed himself from the tree behind her.

&#8220;Good evening, princess,&#8221; he said, smiling, with a heavy Slavic accent.

Rachel spat. &#8220;Spetsnaz.&#8221;

He sighed. &#8220;I have a few questions for you.&#8221;

&#8220;It&#8217;s not nice to hit a woman.&#8221;

&#8220;I need to know what is going on here.&#8221;

&#8220;I have no idea what is happening. We are just as confused as you.&#8221;

&#8220;That&#8217;s not the answer I was looking for,&#8221; the Russian answered. &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to force answers out of you, but if I have too&#8230;&#8221;

Gunfire sounded from southward, echoing over the field nearby.

Rachel cursed. &#8220;****.&#8221;

* * *

O&#8217;Neill paused. &#8220;Where is her last known location?&#8221;

&#8220;By the helicopter crash,&#8221; replied the Jaguar.

&#8220;Alright&#8230;&#8221; O&#8217;Neill began, but a radio transmission cut him off. Nigel&#8217;s long-distance radio sounded off, Emmanuel Valentine&#8217;s voice broadcasted through the radio device:

&#8220;The goose did not make it south for the winter. The entire migration is in jeopardy. The hawks are stalking the swan; the crows are hunting the eagles. Do not send the pigeon home when you receive it; the nest is hidden from the scavengers.&#8221;

* * *

 

[Dreadnought]

<Unknown Date>
<Unknown Location>
<Unknown Time>

The Spetsnaz operative smiled at Rachel. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Rachel didn't falter. "I've never seen that mentioned in a movie."

The operative chuckled. "Fine. I'll ask you one last time. What is going on here?"

"Maybe if you were nicer I would tell you."

"Your childish remarks are not amusing me. Well, we will just have to do this the hard way." He reached into his pocket. "As you are probably well aware, my government has been researching into a truth serum, a sort of pill that can force the imbiber to tell everything she knows. Unfortunately, this pill has extreme neurological side-effects, usually resulting in paralysis and death." He held the pill to her face. "Do you want to tell me what is going on?"

Rachel chuckled. "I'm not stupid. You'll have to come up with something better than that to get me to talk."

The operative sighed. He discarded the useless pill and reached into his pocket again, removing M&M's from the bag located there. He ate a few, and sarcastically offered, "Want some?"

Rachel shook her head.

The operative stepped closer. "There are ways you can be forced to talk. Barbaric ways, but ways all the same..."

* * *

The operative discarded Rachel's unconscience body at <Location Removed> and retreated back into the foliage of the jungle.

As he placed the body down, he returned the radio to her side. As he turned to leave, however, he heard a message over her radio:

&#8220;The goose did not make it south for the winter. The entire migration is in jeopardy. The hawks are stalking the swan; the crows are hunting the eagles. Do not send the pigeon home when you receive it; the nest is hidden from the scavengers.&#8221;

He turned away, smiling at this new information.

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