Special Ops

[Darklord]

Okay gang, here's the drill. I want to start another thread and see what happens, either it's going to be great, or the shit's going to hit the proverbial fan.

Good Guys: Okay, whats this stories centered on is a unit of covert operations people who work together to solve various problems, whether by brains or brawn, we'll see what it takes to do the job. Now I need 5 other's to volunteer as the main members of the unit; The 32nd Counter Terrorist Unit, United States Army, under command of the Army chief of staff and the president only. The unit's nickname is: Loki

Bad Guys: I'm going to need 5 very dedicated bad guys, or people for you Politically Correct poeple out there. Anyhow, they can be of any type or nationality, only requirement is they must work together. Now it's really up to the people who decide to play the parts to make them as fleshed out as possible. Any problems, just check with me.

Story: The story is pretty simple really in some ways. Loki's going to be meeting in a bar to unwind after the previous misson. Meanwhile, our wonderful bad guys will be plotting something nefarious to do. Bombings, kidnappings, whatever and away we go. Okay?

 

[Morgoth]

I'll be a bad guy. But after this post, I'm going to bed, so not tonight. See ya and good luck.

 

[Weevil]

I'll be a good guy.

 

[Darklord]

The 32nd's Commander

Okay, since I started the thread I guess I should be the commander of the 32nd, unless someone else wants it, if not here's the Bio:

Name: Robert Gunn
Nationality: U.S., second generation scotsman
Training: Enlisted U.S. Army in '82, U.S. Ranger school '83, OCS '85, Assigned to Special Ops in '90, Assigned to create anti-terror unit in '95.
Preferred weapons: Glock 9mm and a Heckler and Koch shotgun.
Style: Bad ass extrodinaire, but fair and on good terms with his men.
Description: 6'1" and 230 pounds, with short cut hair, not a buzz but close. Nose has been broken at least 5 times and a small scar down side of cheek from a knife in Somalia.

 

[Darklord]

Great!

Well I'm happy to see people already signing up, after you take a side good or bad, put up a description. and we'll see what happens.

 

[Weevil]

Cpl. Kevin "Ka-Boom" Kreig

Age: 25
Height: 5'10
Weight: A wiry 175
Weapons: 9mm Handgun and the MP5 assault rifle
Skillz: Expert in demolitions disposal.
History: Graduated West Point in 96, went into special services, assigned to Anti-Terrorist ops
Style: Light hearted prankster with nerves of steel.

 

[Darklord]

Gunn was sitting in the favorite hang-out for his men and him, The Dead Man's Pub. Or at least that's what Ka-Boom called the place after he ordered a sandwhich the first time they came here. After he took a bite he said he'd be a dead man if he ate any more at this pub, so the name stuck. Anyway, Gunn or Guns as his men called him was sitting in the corner table they always took when hanging out. This time though he was waiting to meet with them about the next assignment. "His second-in-command Ka-Boom should be in soon if he hadn't found something pretty to fuck on the way." though Gunn as he hand another frosty Bud Lite as he waited....

 

[Mistress]

I'd love to play a female role but, I honestly have no clue about weapons and such Let me know if you have a wish for a female role though!

 

[rdh996]

ill play a good guy
Name lt.Rick(Jackson) Halliday
Age: 29
weapon skills:sniper and all around sharp shooter
weapons: H&K smg smith and westion .45 sidearm
history: After graduating from highschool enrolled in navy seals served tearm then drafted into cia special ops core for 5 years was transfered to the 32 on a presidential order saying that they needed a sharpshooter.
Style: take it as it comes type of guy only serious when stalking his target or when in a shootout.
what i look like: 6'0 even 220 pounds mostly gained from the years at the gym needed to make my arms strong enough to keep still when sharpshooting. black hair steel eyes from pennsylvania,was teased about being there till i knocked some since into the guy later to be my bet friend in the force.

 

[rdh996]

i walk into the The Dead Man's bar i sat down at the bar and ordered a wiskey, after i downed a few of them i looked around me and i saw Guns sitting in the corner table i walk over, "Hea Guns i hoped youd be here i heard you got our assignment in and i presoom your waiting for ka-boom to get here i thought i saw him with a hotty but then he's always talking to some hotty or another even if they dont give him the time of day hehe." "He'll probibly be here soon."

 

[Angelus]

I'll play a good guy if I can.

Name: Craig Thompson
Age: 28
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 200lbs
Weapons: Desert Eagle .50 and Heckler and Koch MP-10
Skills: Expert sniper.
History: Been in the Rangers since he graduated from High School then went to the anti-terrorist Ops.
Style: Very quiet but gets the job done when it needs to be done.

[Edited by Angelius on 06-01-2001 at 09:25 PM]

 

[Weevil]

Cpl. Kreig

I burst in the door. I strut confidently towards the bar, stepping only to check myself out in the mirror. Well, Kev you may be the shortest one on the squad but you still are the ladykiller par excellence. Silk white suit that is Immaculate as ever, Purple Hawaiian shirt that lets them know you're a fun guy and snappy Black and White saddle shoes.

"Yes sirree, If looks could kill I'd be a fucking Nuclear Bomb." I say under my breath I walk up to the bar "Hook me up with a Scotch and Soda? Thanks love"

I don't see the guys yet, So maybe I have time for a little fun. I search the Bar for a Chica who fits the profile and then wham! I see a little blonde in cut off jeans and a Tank top. This girl just drips sex. A tight little body with one of those pouty faces that lets you know that she's a wild ride but you must be at least this Tall to saddle up Whooooeeeee! She's hotter than a Napalm handshake. Confidently, I stride up to the fine young thing.

"Whats up Girl. That your Pick-up in the Lot??" I say, noting that the only cars in the Lot happen to be Pick-ups

"Yeah, Why?" she says, rather disinterested

"Cause it's illegally parked so you've got something Fine coming your way." I say, flashing my big pearly whites

"Nice try, Loser." She spits at me as she walks away with the 6'6 monster who steps out of the Bathroom. Feeling a little dejected I turn back to the bar. Its at this moment that I notice Guns and Jackson in the corner, Laughing their heads off at my spectacular failure. I skip up to their table, not letting that Girls poor taste in men bother me a bit

"See that young girl? Hell of a looker, shame she's a lesbian" I crack.

 

[rdh996]

i saw ka-boom walk in "Hea guns" i point out ka-boom in his ourple shirt that would make him be soon a mile away"dosent he make you think of those lesieur suit larry games they came out with a wile back?" just then i look up to see him approach a rather attractive woman "here it comes..." i saw to myself. Sure enough she spit right into his face at that guns and i burst out laughing i guess he heard us cause he turned tword us, he then proceeds to give us a line about her being a lesebian and all i can think of was that if she wasnt before she will be after that line he gave her.

 

[Darklord]

"Yo booms, I think your new name is Ker-Splat. You got shot down harder thatn John McCain. Anyhow siy yer ass down till the others get in here. Have some Coors, I just got a couple of pitchers." With that I put my feet up on the table showing off my hand tooled Snake skin boots. Picking my teeth with my Bowie knife I look at the two guys and grin. "Damn do I have some bad asses here today..."

 

[Angelus]

As Craig walked down the path he laughed at how strange his life had become. He was now a part of one of the most secret special ops forces and although he loved what he was doing Craig knew that he couldn't tell a soul. He couldn't even tell my girlfriend what he did and that was the part that tortured him. Craig then saw the building where everyone hung out and decided to see who was there. As soon as he opened the door Craig was assailed by the music and noise in the room and with a smile entered, closing the door behind him.

[Edited by Angelius on 06-01-2001 at 09:31 PM]

 

[Weevil]

"Thanks but no thanks." I say showing the Scotch and Soda I had just ordered. "I don't know how you can drink that light piss."

I smile and kick back in my seat, looking around at the rest of the bar.

"So you guys like the suit?? 100% egyptian silk. I got it from a friend in DEA who busted up a drug dealers place. I got it and a whole bunch more for only 500$. Thank you lord for making me a 40 long." I jab. These two were big heavy bruisers, not much on the conversation but the guys you really want to have watching your back when you have to knock out a fringe PLO stronghold or Columbian Guerilla training camp. I spot a familiar face heading through the door and I raise my glass

"Hey Craig!! Over here." I wave to him.

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: I'd like to play, if ya'll don't mind. You pick, bad guy or good guy, I swing either way.

Name: Muffin (I'm not original)
Nationality: American mutt
Training: US Army Cook. Classified. Snipers, Delta, CID, multilingual.
Highest Rank Acheived: Major
Preferred weapons: Sharps .50, Marlin .444, Desert Eagle .50, .44 AutoMag
Style: Doesn't say much, unless it's smart assed. Silent, quick, and can think before pulling the trigger. Sniper, some rudimentary demolitions. Thinks rock climbing is fun.
Description: 5'9", never ask a woman her weight, can do more pushups and pullups than the average marine. Dark hair, dark eyes, unremarkable features.

 

[rdh996]

jackson

"thanks but no thanks i dont drink coors too light as i order a some more wiskey "Wait darlin just bring the bottle so as dint have to botha ya no more." "The suit fits your style booms it really does but nevermind i busted you enough today" iheard the door swing open and creg walk in. Hea theres creig now."

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Charcter:
Name: Brett "Blow-em-up" Briggs
Hair: Black
Eyes: BLack
Weapons: Prefers HK65's, or a .45 Beretta, but'll work with anything
Description: Ex-army colonel. Quit when his left ear was shot off. He has since become a terrorist. His missions are excellent and none have been foiled. No one has seen his face, and therefore he cannot be hunted. He is actually a handsome, charismatic, and kind person. His terrorist group is called the Stell Fist, and is world-renowned.

IC: Brett walked into the Dead Man's Pub non-chalantly. "Hey, what's up, you guys?" he asked friendlily of the Special Ops soldiers. He always wore his army suit, jus for old time's sakes. He ordered a sandwich and a beer, and sat down with them. "So, what happened on your last mission?" he asked. Actually, he knew perfectly well. They had onyl managed to kill three of his henchmen, the building had exploded, causing hundreds of casualties, and the rest of the Steel Fist had escaped.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I strolled non-chalantly into the bar and wrinkled my nose. Men. The reek took some getting used to, but I'd smelled worse in my day. Without appearing to, I took a look around, noting various locals, whores, bar chickies, and mercs or soldierboys.

I should have dressed more like a hooker, then I would have blended. Too late to quibble now. I ignored the stares and comments about my utterly out of place presence, and crossed to the bar. I ordered the strongest of whatever rotgut they had, figuring the alcohol content would kill the germs, and leaned my back against the bar.

He said he would meet me here. I yawned, put the shotglass almost to my lips, then reconsidered and set it down.

 

[rdh996]

ooc

ahh moragoth not to insult you or nothin but i believe that were supposed to be covert special ops that means noone knows we are special ops except maby the guys we fight so i think you might wanna rethink your post.

 

[Darklord]

ooc: Morgoth is in the bar, but desn't know who we are, and vice a versa, he's looking for Muffin, who is his next contact.

Looking at his little band of killers Guns smiled and ordered another round of drinks for his boys. "Okay you lazy sons of bitches, here's the drill for da day. We got ourselves a new batch of bad ass, Osama Bin Laden wannabes running around calling themselves, Iron Shirts or Shits or something like that. So what we need to do for now is keep our eyes peeled, ears to the ground, hands on our whores and our cocks strapped up tight for some serious shit. Understand me?" With that he put his knife in some steak on the table and began knawing on it waiting for his guys to start asking questions.

 

[Darklord]

Roll Call of the 32nd

Looking at the guys for another minute Guns decides to do one more thing before he started answering questions. "Okay boys, let's have roll call here since Dickey and One Ball bought the farm this last mission and we have some newbies on the squad. Sound off like ya got a pair and let us know who you are. Just name or nick-name, if I don't like it I'll give ya a new one. Copy?" With that he pointed to Ka-Boom with his beer and said "Start sqwuaking Booms"

 

[Weevil]

Hands on our whores??? Half the time I didn't get what the Commander was saying. Oh well, I suppose we should do this.

"I'm Kevin Kreig. I'm a corporal and I know how to disarm a nuclear bomb in under 12 seconds. I like long walks on the beach, fast cars and football" I say with a smile.

I search the bar around. I really dislike little dives like this. Places where the criminal element gathers and spread. Gunn seems to like it though.

 

[Angelus]

Craig sat down at the table and looked at everyone with a smile then looked around the bar. Their contact couldn't have thought of a better place to meet as this had to be the worst bar in the entire town. But that actually made perfect sense as it was the perfect place for a meeting, total anonimity. He looked around at the faces in the bar and tried to figure out who their contact was but he knew that if he could spot the person then someone else would. Craig turned to Robert and said in a low voice, "Where the hell is this person. I want to get the hell out of here."

[Edited by Angelius on 06-01-2001 at 09:33 PM]