"Bullshit they are, private! We'll get out of this, we're U.S. Marines!"
"I don't know sir! It's looking bad."
"I know, Private, but we'll......"
"MAJOR!!!MAJOR!!"
The battle worn Marine Corps private lept from his cover over to where that of his major resided. The bullets still buzzed over his head like bee's on a flower. They got no break. But the Major finally got one. A m4 Carbine, enhanced with a red dot scope shortend barrel had pierced straight through his helment and taken him down.
The private sat there, holding his majors head looking down at him shaking back and forth. He had no idea what to do. He had just gotten out of basic training and been based not even two months ago. He was a bit scared on his way over here and now he was stuck in a small village not even thirty miles from Las Vegas.
"Dear God, WHY?!?! Why did you let this happen? Why?"
The private rested the Major's head down, closing his eye's and said a quick prayer. The whole time he had tears streaming his face. When he finished praying, he looked up at the sky and something in him snapped. Maybe it was the fact he lost his own father and officer just then, or maybe, it was his basic marine instinct. But it was for sure, he was not going down without a fight.
"You mother fucking assholes..You think because you ride bikes and shit that makes you tough?! Fuck you!!"
The Private grasped his rifle, took a crouched stance and would peek around to see if he could get a shot. One by one, the Angel's fell, but still, they kept coming. Round after round. Clip after clip. And still, no end in sight.
"Damn it..I'm out of ammo..i'm fucked now.."
With that, he stood there, protected by the wall for now. He then decided to sit down and place his back against the wall. He was done for, or so he thought.
"Squad Delta Juliet Zero Two-Hundred..I repeat..squad Delta Juliet Zero Two-Hundred, are you there?..."
"Are you there Delta Julie.."
The private lept for the radio and grasped it tightly, shaking a bit as he held it.
"YES! Major, Sergeant, and the two Corporals are dead. All that's left is me, Private Xane."
"Sir, what is your position?" The radio blared.
"I'm maybe twenty miles directly east of Las Vagas. I'm surrounded and have maybe a minute or two of life left if I don't get out of here.."
The radio fuzzed up a bit, "Roger that, we've already got two Hipachee's and a humvee of five men on their way. They should be there in 45 seconds at max."
"Thank you ma'am.."
The bullets continued to rain, but since the bikers kept doing that, it kept the Private alive. And in the time he was given, the soldiers did show up. Heavy firing took on. The humvee's rail gun and hipachee's gun firing off like auto-matic cannons.
Two soldiers broke off from the humvee rushing behind covers and such. Eventually after dodging bullets like dodge ball, they reached the Private and the dead bodies of his squad.
"We're here to get you out.." The rather feminine looking soldier said as the other signaled for the helicopter.
"Thank you so much. I'm Private Xane."
"That's nice. The helicopter is here. It can take you and one of the bodies. We'll take the others with us.."
"Alright sir, I'm going to take Major with me." Xane said.
"No problem."
The hipachee let down a net for both Xane and Major. Xane through the body on first and then got on himself. They were lifted up into the helicopter, cramping up a bit but getting out of there.
Ten minutes later they landed at base, the bodies being rushed off first before Private Xane stepped off the helicopter...
_______________________________________- Well, from here, it's going to be free for all Rp. You pick a character, good or bad, name them and Rp as them. It mainly consists of U.S. Marines fighting for control around the Vegas area because biker gangs have taken over and have been doing very naughty things.
Re: Fight for Vegas « Reply #1 on Mar 25, 2009, 1:14pm »
An average looking man comes up to the private as he came off the helicopter. His dress consisting of a pair of dark blue jeans, an urban camo t-shirt with a bullet proof vest, a pair of semi-new combat boots and a beige baseball cap which he wore backwards to accomadate a pair of black sunglasses. He looks the private up and down then motions for him. "Private Xane of Delta Squad? The name is Davis; you're in the Epsilon squadron now. Rest up private 'cuz we are running a little low in personel around here, those bikers are smart as hell now. We are raiding one of their supply posts tomorrow and you need to be in better condition. He heads to the barracks without any kind of dismissal, his gait fast because his long legs.
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Re: Fight for Vegas « Reply #2 on Mar 27, 2009, 3:28pm »
The man stepped out of the chopper and looked at Davis. He gave him a slight nod before heading off to get some chow. After all that, all he wanted to do was eat and get layed. But knowing he was home safely, that was also a plus.
"Damn..that was too close today."
The man stepped into the chow line, grasping a tray of rather good looking food. From the line, he went to table 4, sitting down by himself, enjoying his meal.
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Re: Fight for Vegas « Reply #3 on Mar 31, 2009, 3:17pm »
As he sat there, inside the Mirage Casino Hotel, he was playing Texas Hold 'Em, and he was doing rather well for himself. He had started out the night with ten thousand and now, at seven in the evening the next day, he was up to five million strong. And then he heard it, the commotion outside as what sounds like helicopters flew over-head. He knew the sound anywhere, and he knew what that must mean. He stood up from the table, not even bothering to take his winnings.
"Sir, Sir, you forgot your chips" The dealer called out to his quickly retreating backside. The dealer was a rather voluptuous woman whom had kept him engaged in lovely conversation most of the night at the table.
"You keep it, buy yourself something nice" He responded, he had grown to like the woman a bit and felt she deserved more than what she was being paid by the Casino manager. So, as he continued onward, his mind went back to the sound. Once outside the Casino another distinctive sound caught him in the dead silence of early morning.
"Gunfire, here?" He said aloud, as he turned toward the sound. Walking down the street slowly. He came to the edge of the city, and began to look out across the distance. He sighed, as he continued to walk. Wishing he had hailed a cab inside the city limits, but he knew that something bad was going down.
His trek took him across the endless desert. His arms shifting down to his side as he continued to come closer to the sound of the beating fire. He knew that some intense gun battle was raging, and he was worried about being caught in the cross-fire. He snuck quietly up on the region, he knew to be careful.
Tucking himself down into a prone position he did what any smart person would do, he did a variation of the army crawl over the ridge toward the gunfire he head. What he saw startled him to be honest. He was surprised to say the least, it was odd to see a mad gun battle right outside one of the largest most economical cities in the United States. The military fighting a Biker Gang, since when did Marines fight Hells Angels? It didn't make sense, but Alexander Hamilton III knew that not all things made sense. He figured he'd do what he could to help his fellow Americans though.
He walked down from the ridge, quietly while everyone was distracted by the gun-battle. He saw the helicopter that had landed lift off, and he knew that there would be wounded aboard. He made his way across the expanse. His body moving like a snake coming up behind the back ranks of the biker's. It was sad that they didn't know how to protect their rear properly, but it was a better thing for Nosferatu that he was dressed so, casually. His baggy black clothing allowed him to pretty much fit in among the biker's and this played well into his strategy. So what if he caught a stray bullet? It was acceptable if it meant that he could help save a few lives.
Now, as he joined in the back ranks of the Biker's he came upon a group of seven or eight, all close together, though away from the main group. Enough to handle themselves against one or two army opponents, but not against someone as highly trained and skilled as Nosferatu. He smiled, as he reached into his right pocket, preparing for the silent kill.
He drew out his switchblade, depressing the button that ejected the blade. The weapon was so well taken care of that there was barely an audible clang in the deadest of silences, but with the gun blasts happening so fast here and loud here the sound was impossible to hear. With the knife how, he began to move forward again, moving behind the back most person he slid his arm around and drug the blade across his jugular vein in one smooth quick motion.
As this man dropped to the ground he moved to the left, bringing the blade of his knife down and into the back of the second man's neck, causing his spinal column to rupture and leave him completely paralyzed on the ground. This caused attention to finally be drawn onto him. As they turned to him, two of them on either side of him, each prepared to fire. "Amateurs" he said out loud as he ducked down. Four of them depressing on the triggers of their guns and shooting their counter-parts dead on the spot.
As he went down, he brought his hand around behind his back and removed from his waist-line his .45 caliber semi-automatic weapon. He brought the gun around as the extended clip was in and the weapon was prepped for firing. He brought the gun first onto the first of the remaining two, firing a bullet right into his throat. And then spinning. He knew he wouldn't be fast enough to avoid being hit altogether, but he also knew that if he did get hit he would be fine for a moment.
As he spun around to the second of the beings, he brought the weapon level on him and depressed the trigger seven times, firing seven shots each of which found a home in the man before him. As the last of the eight he had engaged fell dead he turned and began to run in the opposite direction, as others began firing at him, he made a weaving motion with his movements, allowing his body to move more and more. He knew that untrained gunmen such as Biker's would never manage to hit him good, but he was grazed by several bullets. One even buried itself in the flesh just below his collarbone, not a vital point by any means, but a painful place to be shot certainly.
He continued to run back toward the city, his pace quickening. He was looking for something, anything that could help him. 'THERE!' His mind shouted at him as he came across one lonely biker holding look-out on the west side of the barricade. He laughed, and brought his gun around once more, shooting the biker dead on the spot. As the man fell from the idling motorcycle, Nosferatu jumped on it. He revved the engine on the Harley, flying toward the city at full speed. Entering the city limits he drove to the nearest Military Recruitment Center, walking inward.
"Hey, Um...There's nine dead bikers down the road. Eight together, one on their own. I thought you should let your guys know that there's less of them to worry about now. And, if I have my way, there'll be even less tomorrow night."
After saying that and the journey his adrenaline had worn off, and he let his eyes close. His body fell backward into the chair, as he looked at the bleeding wound. "HOLY SHIT THIS HURTS SOMEONE GET ME TO A FUCKIN' HOSPITAL, STAT." With those final words, he passed out right on the spot.
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