Dreadnought
Deity
Emmanuel does not know how to respond to that piece of poetry. The awkward silence continues.
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Dr.NES - The D.O.O.M. Project
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Miguell: Personal file
Name: Miguell .........
Date of birth: .........(We estimate around the 1975-1980)
Family: unknown, we think orphan.
Nationality: Spain, Cuba, ???? No one is sure about this, but we hear the Spanish influence.
Address: unknown
Height: 1m 80
Weight: 80kg
Background:
Known operations: ......
Expertise: Jungle operations, fauna and flora.
Hobby's: fishing, hunting,...
Favourite movie: Star Wars ( IV-VI) This we think when we observe the subject under the influence of "herbs".
Favourite Music:??????? (people always hear him sing lines from songs, but are yet figuring out from what kind of artist it comes)
Medical information: No doctor has come near him lately.
P.S. The information on this file is not to be fully trusted, and many information is second hand.
Name: Miguell .........
Date of birth: .........(We estimate around the 1975-1980)
Family: unknown, we think orphan.
Nationality: Spain, Cuba, ???? No one is sure about this, but we hear the Spanish influence.
Address: unknown
Height: 1m 80
Weight: 80kg
Background:
Known operations: ......
Expertise: Jungle operations, fauna and flora.
Hobby's: fishing, hunting,...
Favourite movie: Star Wars ( IV-VI) This we think when we observe the subject under the influence of "herbs".
Favourite Music:??????? (people always hear him sing lines from songs, but are yet figuring out from what kind of artist it comes)
Medical information: No doctor has come near him lately.
P.S. The information on this file is not to be fully trusted, and many information is second hand.
Milarqui
Deity
Brazil? Man, it's obvious you like "herbs" a bit too much, Brazil can't be a possible place if there is Spanish influence, especially since Brazil was a Portuguese colony.
Milarqui
Deity
"What are we going to do tomorrow? Will the whole squad go to Village B or will we separate in 2 groups?"
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Did you not hear Ruben? He said we would go as a group to Village B so we can concentrate our firepower should we get ambushed or run into a hostile group.
Milarqui
Deity
"I had already left when he said that."
OOC: I know that he said it before I left, but my other comment was supposed to be immediately after Ruben's answer to my suggestion.
OOC 2: Anybody noticed that we already have 3 people of Spanish-speaking countries?
OOC: I know that he said it before I left, but my other comment was supposed to be immediately after Ruben's answer to my suggestion.
OOC 2: Anybody noticed that we already have 3 people of Spanish-speaking countries?
Dreadnought
Deity
Expect the update either later tonight or tomorrow morning.
Dreadnought
Deity
Update 2
Nightfall
<Unknown Date>
<Unknown Location>
<Unknown Time>
A phone call, with two different men on the line:
[1] You did what?
[2] It is getting out of hand. There were witnesses an entire boatload of them.
[1] Instead of quieting the situation, you decided to escalate it?
[2] They have a confidentiality clause. Were paying extra money to make sure they do not spread the information to others.
[1] They work for money, Juan. Money. They will quickly and quietly give up the details if someone is willing to pay enough for them.
[2] I didnt think of
[1] No, you didnt think at all. I had control of the situation. Your screw up will only compound foreign interest into the matter.
[2] I can fix it. I can! Just wait. I can
[1] This is serious. This could jeopardize the entire operation.
[2] They are in the jungle as we speak. We could remove them.
[1] You could, and you should. Deal with it. Destroy any evidence of their arrival as well. [A pause, then:] You could have used nationals. That would have been safer and more convenient. Were talking about experts here. Their disappearance will be noticed.
[2] There are scapegoats for that
[Call dropped.]
- - - - -
17 August 2013
The Amazonian Jungle
1800 hours
The remaining light of the day begins to fade, disappearing amidst an explosion of bright color. The mercenaries do not stop to admire the view; more important work needs to be done. A base of operations was paramount to the success of this mission. The sheer distance required to investigate the entire area testified to the undertaking these mercenaries began.
One by one the crates were loaded off the boat. Most were important, daily commodities foodstuffs, water purification and fire-building equipment, shelter, and additional clothing. Some limited additional ammunition and medical supplies were also taken off the ship; each box was handled with extreme care. This was their lifeline; they must protect it.
Finally, however, the time came for the boat to depart. Emmanuel turned to each of the mercenaries, his gaze encouraging their resolve to complete the mission. He spoke to all of them:
Best of luck. I know that each of you is completely and utterly qualified to be here. Trust in ONeill, trust in each other, and trust in yourselves. You know what is expected of you. I hope that you master the means to bring this operation to a safe and happy conclusion. I wont be far; radio me, or the helicopter, when youre ready to go.
He hesitated for a moment. He longed to join the squad on the mission, to partake in the mystery and excitement of the operation. But this was their mission, not his. He turned slowly and retreated onto the boat, and, without looking back, drove back down the river.
Well, Rachel began, looks like the mission is a go.
Sarge wasted no time. Immediately he began placement of his heavy machinegun to cover to chapel entrance, creating a miniature nest near the alter to cover the sentries in the belfry. Reginald and Rachel climbed into the belfry to prepare their first shift to guard the resting mercenaries.
While the group prepared, the Jaguar turned to ONeill. We need to check the jungles as soon as possible. Ive fought through these before; I know the requirements of such movements.
ONeill patted him on the shoulder. All in due time; all in due time.
One by one each of the mercenaries prepared their sleeping quarters. Dusk was rapidly transforming into night, and each would require a good nights sleep to begin operations tomorrow.
As the guards took their posts, Magnus lay away in his bedroll, seemingly performing no noticeable action.
You need your sleep, Dr. Garcia whispered. Its going to be a busy day tomorrow.
Dont worry, Magnus replied curtly. Ill fall asleep eventually.
Garcia shrugged and rolled over.
FIRST SHIFT - 2200 to 0100
Tower Lookout 1: Reg
Tower Lookout 2: Rachel
Door Guard 1: Sarge
Door Guard 2: Nigel
MIDDLE SHIFT - 0100 to 0400
Tower Lookout 1: Marcus
Tower Lookout 2: Nigel
Door Guard 1: Andy
Door Guard 2: Sarge
MORNING SHIFT - 0400 to 0700
Tower Lookout 1: Ruben
Tower Lookout 2: Donald
Door Guard 1: Andy
Door Guard 2: Niki
The guard shifts began, each mercenary performing his/her task admirably. The sentries seemingly were immune to the pulls of sleep; they realized that their survival depended on vigilance.
Hour after hour the tower lookouts repeated the same phrase, All clear. Into the wee hours of the morning, nothing stirred around the mission; no cause for alarm, no beacon of concern, no attractor of attention plagued the senses of the mercenaries, each guard staring into the night with an inhuman attention that only years of service and experience could provide.
At 1 in the morning the guard changed. Sarge barely moved, and Andrew Smithson, for a moment, assumed that he was asleep; yet his open eyes still starred into the enveloping shadows. Too many times in the past had good, honest soldiers lost their lives because of impatience. He would not take that chance here.
However, at that same moment, the changing of the tower guard commenced. For a split moment, the tower lookouts let down their guard, their attention grabbed by the movement up the stairs of the reinforcements.
It only takes a split second of distraction for an enemy to jump from one shadow to the next to slowly advance upon your position.
Luckily, tonight that was not the case. Business resumed as usual, with no disruptions or disturbances. The mercenaries slept long and heavy, each with their weapons at their side, each ready, at any moment, to jump awake and begin combat operations.
Hour after hour the watch continued. The early morning hours were soon upon them. At 4 AM, the guard changed again, the men switching roles. Marcus, who thought that Sarge never slept, was surprised when he gave up his role as sentry and quickly fell asleep, desperately trying to catch some hours of sleep to rejuvenate his body and mind.
Soon it was only Andrew and Dr. Niki left as guards, while ONeill and Donald took watch from above.
You see or hear anythin, doc? Andrew asked.
No, Dr. Niki replied apprehensively.
Thats good.
No, the doctor repeated. Perhaps you didnt understand me. We are in the largest and most diverse ecosystems on the planet, and I see and hear nothing. It is not good that I dont see or hear anything.
Oh, Andrew replied, understanding what the doctor had said but too tired to ponder it in length.
This shift, like the two previously, passed with calm and quiet. No enemies besieged the mission, banging at the gate; no horde swarmed the resting mercenaries. The only noise was the flowing of the Amazon River nearby, the cool waters pattering over the soil and rocks of the riverbed.
It was almost unnaturally quiet. None of the mercenaries anticipated a battle during their first night (perhaps they did), but none of the mercenaries had expected the lack of noise as well. They had all watched television; they imagined the sound of the bugs and birds and animals all echoing across the forest. It seemed to be a forlorn silence, the quiet of defeat. The area seemed lifeless and deserted.
Well, there was an exception. A mosquito buzzed in ONeills ear, shocking his senses with noise in an otherwise quiet environment. Son of a b----- he muttered as he swatted away the bug while simultaneously spraying some repellant. It appeared that, no matter what the case, a plague of insects was always guaranteed here.
Nevertheless, as the morning rays passed over the distant treetops, each mercenary awoke from their slumber, each prepared for the assignment of the coming day.
Nightfall
<Unknown Date>
<Unknown Location>
<Unknown Time>
A phone call, with two different men on the line:
[1] You did what?
[2] It is getting out of hand. There were witnesses an entire boatload of them.
[1] Instead of quieting the situation, you decided to escalate it?
[2] They have a confidentiality clause. Were paying extra money to make sure they do not spread the information to others.
[1] They work for money, Juan. Money. They will quickly and quietly give up the details if someone is willing to pay enough for them.
[2] I didnt think of
[1] No, you didnt think at all. I had control of the situation. Your screw up will only compound foreign interest into the matter.
[2] I can fix it. I can! Just wait. I can
[1] This is serious. This could jeopardize the entire operation.
[2] They are in the jungle as we speak. We could remove them.
[1] You could, and you should. Deal with it. Destroy any evidence of their arrival as well. [A pause, then:] You could have used nationals. That would have been safer and more convenient. Were talking about experts here. Their disappearance will be noticed.
[2] There are scapegoats for that
[Call dropped.]
- - - - -
17 August 2013
The Amazonian Jungle
1800 hours
The remaining light of the day begins to fade, disappearing amidst an explosion of bright color. The mercenaries do not stop to admire the view; more important work needs to be done. A base of operations was paramount to the success of this mission. The sheer distance required to investigate the entire area testified to the undertaking these mercenaries began.
One by one the crates were loaded off the boat. Most were important, daily commodities foodstuffs, water purification and fire-building equipment, shelter, and additional clothing. Some limited additional ammunition and medical supplies were also taken off the ship; each box was handled with extreme care. This was their lifeline; they must protect it.
Finally, however, the time came for the boat to depart. Emmanuel turned to each of the mercenaries, his gaze encouraging their resolve to complete the mission. He spoke to all of them:
Best of luck. I know that each of you is completely and utterly qualified to be here. Trust in ONeill, trust in each other, and trust in yourselves. You know what is expected of you. I hope that you master the means to bring this operation to a safe and happy conclusion. I wont be far; radio me, or the helicopter, when youre ready to go.
He hesitated for a moment. He longed to join the squad on the mission, to partake in the mystery and excitement of the operation. But this was their mission, not his. He turned slowly and retreated onto the boat, and, without looking back, drove back down the river.
Well, Rachel began, looks like the mission is a go.
Sarge wasted no time. Immediately he began placement of his heavy machinegun to cover to chapel entrance, creating a miniature nest near the alter to cover the sentries in the belfry. Reginald and Rachel climbed into the belfry to prepare their first shift to guard the resting mercenaries.
While the group prepared, the Jaguar turned to ONeill. We need to check the jungles as soon as possible. Ive fought through these before; I know the requirements of such movements.
ONeill patted him on the shoulder. All in due time; all in due time.
One by one each of the mercenaries prepared their sleeping quarters. Dusk was rapidly transforming into night, and each would require a good nights sleep to begin operations tomorrow.
As the guards took their posts, Magnus lay away in his bedroll, seemingly performing no noticeable action.
You need your sleep, Dr. Garcia whispered. Its going to be a busy day tomorrow.
Dont worry, Magnus replied curtly. Ill fall asleep eventually.
Garcia shrugged and rolled over.
FIRST SHIFT - 2200 to 0100
Tower Lookout 1: Reg
Tower Lookout 2: Rachel
Door Guard 1: Sarge
Door Guard 2: Nigel
MIDDLE SHIFT - 0100 to 0400
Tower Lookout 1: Marcus
Tower Lookout 2: Nigel
Door Guard 1: Andy
Door Guard 2: Sarge
MORNING SHIFT - 0400 to 0700
Tower Lookout 1: Ruben
Tower Lookout 2: Donald
Door Guard 1: Andy
Door Guard 2: Niki
The guard shifts began, each mercenary performing his/her task admirably. The sentries seemingly were immune to the pulls of sleep; they realized that their survival depended on vigilance.
Hour after hour the tower lookouts repeated the same phrase, All clear. Into the wee hours of the morning, nothing stirred around the mission; no cause for alarm, no beacon of concern, no attractor of attention plagued the senses of the mercenaries, each guard staring into the night with an inhuman attention that only years of service and experience could provide.
At 1 in the morning the guard changed. Sarge barely moved, and Andrew Smithson, for a moment, assumed that he was asleep; yet his open eyes still starred into the enveloping shadows. Too many times in the past had good, honest soldiers lost their lives because of impatience. He would not take that chance here.
However, at that same moment, the changing of the tower guard commenced. For a split moment, the tower lookouts let down their guard, their attention grabbed by the movement up the stairs of the reinforcements.
It only takes a split second of distraction for an enemy to jump from one shadow to the next to slowly advance upon your position.
Luckily, tonight that was not the case. Business resumed as usual, with no disruptions or disturbances. The mercenaries slept long and heavy, each with their weapons at their side, each ready, at any moment, to jump awake and begin combat operations.
Hour after hour the watch continued. The early morning hours were soon upon them. At 4 AM, the guard changed again, the men switching roles. Marcus, who thought that Sarge never slept, was surprised when he gave up his role as sentry and quickly fell asleep, desperately trying to catch some hours of sleep to rejuvenate his body and mind.
Soon it was only Andrew and Dr. Niki left as guards, while ONeill and Donald took watch from above.
You see or hear anythin, doc? Andrew asked.
No, Dr. Niki replied apprehensively.
Thats good.
No, the doctor repeated. Perhaps you didnt understand me. We are in the largest and most diverse ecosystems on the planet, and I see and hear nothing. It is not good that I dont see or hear anything.
Oh, Andrew replied, understanding what the doctor had said but too tired to ponder it in length.
This shift, like the two previously, passed with calm and quiet. No enemies besieged the mission, banging at the gate; no horde swarmed the resting mercenaries. The only noise was the flowing of the Amazon River nearby, the cool waters pattering over the soil and rocks of the riverbed.
It was almost unnaturally quiet. None of the mercenaries anticipated a battle during their first night (perhaps they did), but none of the mercenaries had expected the lack of noise as well. They had all watched television; they imagined the sound of the bugs and birds and animals all echoing across the forest. It seemed to be a forlorn silence, the quiet of defeat. The area seemed lifeless and deserted.
Well, there was an exception. A mosquito buzzed in ONeills ear, shocking his senses with noise in an otherwise quiet environment. Son of a b----- he muttered as he swatted away the bug while simultaneously spraying some repellant. It appeared that, no matter what the case, a plague of insects was always guaranteed here.
Nevertheless, as the morning rays passed over the distant treetops, each mercenary awoke from their slumber, each prepared for the assignment of the coming day.
Dreadnought
Deity
END OF DAY 1
PERFORMANCE:
ORGANIZATION: Outstanding
NOTES: Overall an excellent job planning the mission landing. Each person contributed well to build an overall mission plan that succeeded admirably.
STRATEGY: Average
NOTES: I was surprised when you assigned some people with 2 guard shifts, while others slept through the entire night. Will that affect the performance of those select mercenaries? We shall see.
LOGIC: Excellent
NOTES: Besides the note above, you all showed a thorough understanding of the situation and how to plan for it. Keep up the excellent work.
OVERALL PERFORMANCE: Excellent. You’ve made the Project proud.
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OOC:
Why didn’t we get attacked tonight?
You tell me.
I want action!
You'll get some.
Begin planning for the morning operations. Update will last ~4 hours, so plan that into your schedule. Also realize that it takes considerable time to hike between villages, so a majority of your time will be spent there.
I'd recommend thoroughly planning the strategy for today. Factor in as much as possible into your overall plan.
Also, I think that the update is ok; its short, but I think there was not much going on to note.
Finally, be ready to check the villages. According to reports, the attacked villages seem to have the same characteristics, so you should be able to get a good idea about what is going on from the one village.
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
OOC: I wonder who that was that shifted position when the watch changed... it is getting very spooky out there. 
IC:
Sarge got up and looked around feeling refreshed but not exactly perked up, he grabbed his water canteen and gulped down a bit of water before heading to the river to splash his face and perhaps shave quickly. As usual his M4 stood next to him like a loyal dog, the sounds of the jungle came back and he spotted a large black cat lapping up some water on the opposite bank. The cat stopped and stared at Sarge, both creatures just watched each other, Sarge taking in the sleek design and shiny coat of the cat, and the cat no doubt wondering who the strange creature with a gun and knife is doing in its watering hole. Finally the large cat calmly turned around and disappeared into the thick jungle, Sarge smiled and continued shaving.
With his short personal time done, he headed back to the mission and got his ammo into his belt and placed his M66 in the specially designed sack and slung it over his shoulder and adjusted it so it rested on his back like a backpack on a teenage kid. The ammo for the M66 safely tucked away in the three small sacks that hung off the larger sack, with his small meal done he placed the rest in the small pack with his personal stuff. His knife resting on his right hip and the night vision goggles resting on top of his helmet and his personal sunglasses resting over his eyes as the sun is now bearing its full light upon the mission.
With everything else placed safely away and allowing himself plenty space to walk and move around he picked up his M4A1 and trotted over to where O'Neill was and reported that he was ready.
IC:
Sarge got up and looked around feeling refreshed but not exactly perked up, he grabbed his water canteen and gulped down a bit of water before heading to the river to splash his face and perhaps shave quickly. As usual his M4 stood next to him like a loyal dog, the sounds of the jungle came back and he spotted a large black cat lapping up some water on the opposite bank. The cat stopped and stared at Sarge, both creatures just watched each other, Sarge taking in the sleek design and shiny coat of the cat, and the cat no doubt wondering who the strange creature with a gun and knife is doing in its watering hole. Finally the large cat calmly turned around and disappeared into the thick jungle, Sarge smiled and continued shaving.
With his short personal time done, he headed back to the mission and got his ammo into his belt and placed his M66 in the specially designed sack and slung it over his shoulder and adjusted it so it rested on his back like a backpack on a teenage kid. The ammo for the M66 safely tucked away in the three small sacks that hung off the larger sack, with his small meal done he placed the rest in the small pack with his personal stuff. His knife resting on his right hip and the night vision goggles resting on top of his helmet and his personal sunglasses resting over his eyes as the sun is now bearing its full light upon the mission.
With everything else placed safely away and allowing himself plenty space to walk and move around he picked up his M4A1 and trotted over to where O'Neill was and reported that he was ready.
Milarqui
Deity
OOC: Cool update! Pity that nothing interesting happened tonight.
As his squad mates started to wake up, Niki went to Ruben.
"Nothing happened tonight, Ruben," he said. "I think we should have breakfast as soon as possible. There is a long trek to Village B, probably a couple of hours according to the maps, and we will have to do this fast if we really want to do enough today.
"I think that Donald and Nigel should take point, because Don will have to scout the terrain in front of us and Nigel, being the fastest with his weapons, will be able to react sooner to any possible problem than the rest of us.
"Any opinion, guys?"
Niki starts to look for enough food supplies so that the team can have breakfast while hearing to the others' suggestions.
As his squad mates started to wake up, Niki went to Ruben.
"Nothing happened tonight, Ruben," he said. "I think we should have breakfast as soon as possible. There is a long trek to Village B, probably a couple of hours according to the maps, and we will have to do this fast if we really want to do enough today.
"I think that Donald and Nigel should take point, because Don will have to scout the terrain in front of us and Nigel, being the fastest with his weapons, will be able to react sooner to any possible problem than the rest of us.
"Any opinion, guys?"
Niki starts to look for enough food supplies so that the team can have breakfast while hearing to the others' suggestions.
Chandrasekhar
Determined
The first couple of hours of Ruben's watch were quiet and uneventful. As the rising sun began to stain the jungle's sky, Ruben chatted a bit with Donald, but he wasn't feeling particularly talkative. Before his shift was over, Ruben pulled out a ration and ate a quick meal, so he'd be able to focus on organizing the squad once everyone was up.
As he heard the noise of waking soldiers below, Ruben left Donald up in the tower and climbed down to address them. He had scribbled down some last notes a few minutes earlier, and soon set about detailing his plan to the squad.
"Yeah, Niki, that sounds solid. Donald's still up in the tower, but he'll probably want to go out front. Nigel can probably handle anything that pops up ahead of us, too. I'm not too worried about assigning you all specific roles. You all know what you're good at.
"We've got about a three hour hike to Village B. We'll take the clear path, and take our time getting there. Once we arrive, we'll investigate whatever we find. Be ready to leave by 0800."
With that, Ruben excuses himself to prepare his pack and weaponry for the day ahead.
As he heard the noise of waking soldiers below, Ruben left Donald up in the tower and climbed down to address them. He had scribbled down some last notes a few minutes earlier, and soon set about detailing his plan to the squad.
"Yeah, Niki, that sounds solid. Donald's still up in the tower, but he'll probably want to go out front. Nigel can probably handle anything that pops up ahead of us, too. I'm not too worried about assigning you all specific roles. You all know what you're good at.
"We've got about a three hour hike to Village B. We'll take the clear path, and take our time getting there. Once we arrive, we'll investigate whatever we find. Be ready to leave by 0800."
With that, Ruben excuses himself to prepare his pack and weaponry for the day ahead.
DarthNader
Destroyer of Worlds
Dread, you still haven't changed my stats to show the amount of ammo I have.
Vicente awoke from the dark corner of the room. He always slept sitting in the northern or southern corner of whatever building he was in, so the corner would stay dark, even at twilight. His night was full of awakenings, usually when the guards changed shifts...Vicente never really slept deeply on a mission.
In the morning, he overheard a conversation between the Doctor and another of the group. Vicente's jungle combat taught him that there is never a point in time, never, where you should hear nothing. The lack of animal noises usually meant the creatures were trying to hide from some potential threat...and this troubled him. He now wished that he did lead a group into the surrounding area so this "source-of-quiet" would have been rooted out.
He walked over to the equipment crates that had been offloaded last night. He grabbed his pack, and pulled out the C4. He set it one of the crates, and pulled out a survival kit, which he was surprised he didn't have. Then he checked his ammo situation. He had five, 30-round magazines for his FX-05, and four, 33-round magazines for his Glock 18. He then opened his survival kit, and pulled out the machete. He wanted to dull the sides so it wouldn't be as noticeable...but when he saw that it was black, he just put it back. Lastly, he pulled out some face paint, and covered his face with black, green, and light browns which were perfect for jungle combat.
He closed his pack, and looked around at the others. He noticed Miguell, and proceeded to walk over to him.
Vicente awoke from the dark corner of the room. He always slept sitting in the northern or southern corner of whatever building he was in, so the corner would stay dark, even at twilight. His night was full of awakenings, usually when the guards changed shifts...Vicente never really slept deeply on a mission.
In the morning, he overheard a conversation between the Doctor and another of the group. Vicente's jungle combat taught him that there is never a point in time, never, where you should hear nothing. The lack of animal noises usually meant the creatures were trying to hide from some potential threat...and this troubled him. He now wished that he did lead a group into the surrounding area so this "source-of-quiet" would have been rooted out.
He walked over to the equipment crates that had been offloaded last night. He grabbed his pack, and pulled out the C4. He set it one of the crates, and pulled out a survival kit, which he was surprised he didn't have. Then he checked his ammo situation. He had five, 30-round magazines for his FX-05, and four, 33-round magazines for his Glock 18. He then opened his survival kit, and pulled out the machete. He wanted to dull the sides so it wouldn't be as noticeable...but when he saw that it was black, he just put it back. Lastly, he pulled out some face paint, and covered his face with black, green, and light browns which were perfect for jungle combat.
He closed his pack, and looked around at the others. He noticed Miguell, and proceeded to walk over to him.
Dreadnought
Deity
Stats updated.
EDIT: complete.
EDIT: complete.
DarthNader
Destroyer of Worlds
C'mon...I basically made it simple with my little story thingy.
Abaddon
Deity
Space for me to play? How do i get involved?
Dreadnought
Deity
You can join. Just post a character and your good. Template is on the first page.
Miguell was playing with his machete next to the fire.
He had slept like a baby, and was eager to explore the near village.
But first it was time for breakfast! The others had their cans of food and bottled water, but the traps he had set up after arrival had worked. Some moist fish was enough for him to start the day, and it let's you get used to the environment in this piece of jungle.
...Double R. foots the bill...
...Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'....
As Miguell was mumbling he saw Vincent arriving.
Hi, did you get a good sleep?
Of course, you?
Yeah, it was alright.
I'm looking forward on some action! I could use the exercise smiled Miguell.
As he smiled Vincent saw his tongue was covered in tribunal tattoo's.
Where did you get those, Vincent asked.
Dunnow...
Want some tea?
The tea looked rather funny, so Vincent said he was okay.
When Miguell offered him some kind of weird-looking smelly fish he didn't hesitate to leave and have breakfast with the other guys.
C'ya Miguell said!
...And Rufus is back home growellin...
He had slept like a baby, and was eager to explore the near village.
But first it was time for breakfast! The others had their cans of food and bottled water, but the traps he had set up after arrival had worked. Some moist fish was enough for him to start the day, and it let's you get used to the environment in this piece of jungle.
...Double R. foots the bill...
...Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'....
As Miguell was mumbling he saw Vincent arriving.
Hi, did you get a good sleep?
Of course, you?
Yeah, it was alright.
I'm looking forward on some action! I could use the exercise smiled Miguell.
As he smiled Vincent saw his tongue was covered in tribunal tattoo's.
Where did you get those, Vincent asked.
Dunnow...
Want some tea?
The tea looked rather funny, so Vincent said he was okay.
When Miguell offered him some kind of weird-looking smelly fish he didn't hesitate to leave and have breakfast with the other guys.
C'ya Miguell said!
...And Rufus is back home growellin...
Vertinari118
Deity
Magus suddenly wakes up, in a cold sweat, babbling about a woman called Isabel and the police and a murder. He is clearly distraught. Ruben and Niki manage to calm him down but get a broken nose and black eye respectively for their efforts.
"Dear God I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I... I thought I was back there.
Magus breaks off with a look of intense pain on his face.
"Never mind that.
Another pause
"It was silent last night. This can mean one of two things: all the animals in this section of rainforest are dead or a very dangerous predator of some kind was on the prowl last night. I would hedge my bets on the latter opinion for if a disease had managed to wipe out a whole section of rainforest we would already be dead. Therefore I would advise we advance with extreme caution and do not let anyone wander off. We should number off every half a hour to ensure everyone is still with us and we should adopt a shoot first, ask questions later policy with the first shot a warning shot and all subsequent shots lethal. When walking we should not just look to our flanks but also our rear and above us. If we suspect we are being followed we should stop and form a square with our weapons pointing in all directions and with bayonets fitted. Also I would advise we do not have a point or rearward charlie (the correct term for the last person of a patrol responsible for ensuring no-one falls behind and warning of attacks from the rear at least in the British Army) as anyone too far ahead or behind will be an easy target.
"Dear God I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I... I thought I was back there.
Magus breaks off with a look of intense pain on his face.
"Never mind that.
Another pause
"It was silent last night. This can mean one of two things: all the animals in this section of rainforest are dead or a very dangerous predator of some kind was on the prowl last night. I would hedge my bets on the latter opinion for if a disease had managed to wipe out a whole section of rainforest we would already be dead. Therefore I would advise we advance with extreme caution and do not let anyone wander off. We should number off every half a hour to ensure everyone is still with us and we should adopt a shoot first, ask questions later policy with the first shot a warning shot and all subsequent shots lethal. When walking we should not just look to our flanks but also our rear and above us. If we suspect we are being followed we should stop and form a square with our weapons pointing in all directions and with bayonets fitted. Also I would advise we do not have a point or rearward charlie (the correct term for the last person of a patrol responsible for ensuring no-one falls behind and warning of attacks from the rear at least in the British Army) as anyone too far ahead or behind will be an easy target.
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