The Hazardous Mission (open)

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In a bloody coup, a coalition of the country’s top military leaders has over-thrown the civilian government of the east African country of Eslodia.

The military forces massacred the President and his family as they tried to flee the Presidential Palace. The coalition’s supporters have executed popular politicians and their families, and dragging respected citizens from their homes, have made them disappear. Meanwhile, the population of the country’s cities lives in terror, never knowing who the militia will strike next. The newly formed military government has blacked out communications, silenced the media, and suppressed civil liberties. International embassies take measures to protect themselves against the growing violence, they send home all non-essential personnel, and request all visiting nationals to leave the country immediately.

In the poverty-stricken rural areas, the effect of the coup was quick in coming as the violence spread outside the city walls. Army soldiers seek out the loyalists who have gone into hiding with the remaining pockets of resistance and they vent their wrath on those even suspected of sympathy for the old regime. Isolated from the control of their new government, these local militias create their own fiefdoms; raiding nearby communities for supplies and labor.

So far, the isolated mission community of Tartu has been untouched by the violence of the civil war. A thin trickle of refugees hoping to escape Eslodia over the mountains to the east is the only effect the outpost has witnessed. The small hospital and its dedicated staff continue to care for the natives, as well the refugees who are now arriving with greater frequency. The missionaries devote their time to counseling and comforting to those who have suffered. Even the young international aid workers, who came to teach and learn, now find themselves pressed into more serious duties.

Tartu may be experiencing the final calm before the great storm arrives and it is up to the staff to decide whether they will join the refugees and attempt the dangerous flight across the mountains or remain in Tartu to continue their work.

OOC: There is room for anyone who wants to be anything in this thread. Any type of character could be a refugee, a native or a foreigner trying to get home. There can be clergy men/women, priests, nuns, and novices. How about some soldiers, like evil militia, loyalists, mercenaries, or special operatives? Young aid workers, could be idealists, escapists, bored socialites. The hospital could use another doctor, a nurse or two and some locals. Lots of locals.

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Name: Dr. Claire Arden
Age : 27
Appearance: The sun has lightened her long brown hair, just as it has tanned her fair skin and the blessed her nose with a faint spray of freckles. Her eyes are a clear steady gray that seem to miss little. The soft curves of her 5’6” frame hide a wiry strength that she has only recently developed.

Three weeks after Claire arrived at Tartu to assist Dr. Grant, Dr Grant was sent back to the US with a broken leg, leaving Claire in charge of the mission hospital. Three weeks after Claire took over the hospital, the military brutally toppled the elected government of Eslodia.

Raised in a large Irish family, surrounded by police officers, firefighters, teachers, priests and nuns, Claire decided early that she wanted to dedicate her life to helping others. She even briefly considered becoming a nun, until the Sisters pointed out how ill suited she was to follow the vows of Chastity and Obedience. Instead, she chose medicine and as soon as she was able, she volunteered to serve wherever her skills were needed. The international aid society sent her to Tartu and for the past 6 weeks, Claire has been doing everything she can to keep the mission operating efficiently.
 
Claire

Claire parked the old, dust-covered truck next to the hospital and looked at her watch before getting out.

“Ah crap...” She missed dinner again; it was served hours ago. She doesn’t know where the time went… She smiles remembering something about babies arriving in their own darn time. As she got out of the truck, she crossed her fingers in the hopes someone left her something to nibble on.

There was no one in the kitchen, but the percolator was happily bubbling away, filling the room with the smell of strong coffee. She washed her hands and threw some water on her face before sitting down at the long table. The percolator would be done soon, and someone would be coming back for the coffee. That was a sure bet. She grabbed a banana from the basket on the table and waited to see who she was joining for coffee this evening.
 
OOC: Awesome thread idea!

Name: Mike "Stinger" Starr
Age: 29
Occupation: Independent Military Contractor (AKA mercenary)
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 220 pounds, 10% body fat
Hair: Spike blond hair
Eyes: Blue
Apperance: Stinger has the look of a renegade. He has broad shoulders that sit atop a muscular body that comes from regular fitness through his line of work. His spiked blond hair is a proverbial kick in the balls to those Army bastards who made him shave his head his first day of basic. He is well endowed with a full eight inches. He usually wears a white t-shirt with some light khaki pants, and a brown leather jacket. He usually has a shoulder holster that carries his trusty .45 handgun. On his back is a backpack which contains all his gear. He is usually seen carrying a M16 assault rifle, or a MSG-90 sniper rifle, depending on the mission. He wears expensive Oakley sunglasses and a Tag Hauer watch.
Bio: Starr is a former member of the US Army's Delta Force. Giving up on listening to orders, Starr went into business for himself. He works for the side with the bigger paycheck. The list of war's he's worked reads like a highlight reel from CNN, Kosovo, Iraq, Côte d'Ivoire, Haiti, Lebannon.

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Stinger ran through the thick forest limping, his leg was bleeding horribly, and he was sure there was shrapnel in it. He sat down in some thick brush and drew the bare bones medical kit from his backpack. He opened it and swore, "Fuck." This kind of injury couldn't be fixed by an ace bandage and some neosporin. He dug further in his backpack and drew out a US Military recon map of the area, 'borrowed' from his friends still working for Uncle Sam.

According to the map, there was some kind of religious hospital, only a click away from his current position. Well, I'll be fine if they don't ask questions, he grinned. He struggled to his feet and stuffed his .45 handgun into his backpack, along with his shitty medical kit and the map. He then started his trek towards the hospital

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He limped into the hospital. "Is there a doctor in this joint?" he asked, annoyed by the pain of his leg.

Edit: Fixed some spelling and bio changes.
 
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Claire

Claire hears the activity in the infirmary, starting with the squeal of the door and ending with the question - "Is there a doctor in this joint?" She pops the remainder of the banana in her mouth and is on her feet heading into the next room, without waiting to hear if someone else answered him.

“Yes.”, she answered as she pushed open the door between the infirmary and the kitchen. She does not ask what is wrong, the significant amount of blood on his torn pants and bare leg make that clear.

“Is that your only injury?” She tone is warm but efficient, and she looks at him as she leads him to a nearby exam table, she takes hold of his arm to make sure he is steady as he climbs up, noting his color isn’t too off and his eyes are focusing. She takes the weight of his leg and straightens him out on the examination table. Before she removes the bandage he applied, she puts tourniquet around his thigh.

“I’m Dr. Aiden, welcome to Tartu.”
 
Mike smiled when the doctor walked in. She was decent looking. There is some perks in this business, he thought with a smile. When she led him to an exam table, he takes the opportunity to sneak a peak at her rear end. He grins has she helps him get on the exam table.

She then props up Stinger's leg and starts working on it. “I'm Dr. Aiden. Welcome to Tartu,” she said.

Stinger smiles, “Great to be here... so, am I going to die yet, doc?” he said, smiling.
 
Claire

“Well *yet* is a little vague.” She tightens the tourniquet as she loosens the bandage and by the time the bandage is off the blood has stopped flowing. Cleaning away the fresh and dried blood, she exposes the wound, and raises an eyebrow.

“Back home in Houston, this type of injury would require a lot of additional paperwork. Now, will you tell me what happened?”
She asks as she probes the wound and pulls out two small chunks of twisted metal. She looks at the metal bits then at him, before she tosses the bits into a small container at the side of the table.

“If trouble is getting closer, or you’re leading it here, I have the need to know.” She checks the wound once more before she starts to clean it again then sew it closed.
 
“Now, will you tell me what happened?” she asked. Mike threw his head back and grunted.

“If trouble is getting closer, or you’re leading it here, I have the need to know,” she said.

Mike smiles, “Well, chics always love a good battle story I suppose,” he said jokingly, then clears his throat. “The loyalist hired me to take out some general. One of the big shots in the militia. Found myself a nice perch above their camp... had him right in my sights... then some of his little buggers spotted me. Started a fire fight. I was on my way out when one of them... a kid, couldn't of been 14 or 15... tossed a grenade. I managed to hit the deck, but my leg still got some,” he explained, putting his playful manner aside while he told the story.
 
Claire

She released the tourniquet, and watched the wound closely before applying a clean bandage. She fishes in a cabinet, and then pours some water into a clean cup. Holding it out - two pills and the cup of water.

“Swallow. Antibiotics.”

“First, allow me to congradulate you on not being dead. Well done, and very praise worthy. Now, let me ask, how long before they figure out where you are, or simply follow you here?”
 
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Mike took the pills and swollowed. "I wouldn't worry about them. One of my grenades in their fuel dump made a big mess...." he said, trailing off.

"I'll probably be doing some job for the militia in a week, its just the nature of the business," Stinger explained. He eyed the doctor and smiled.

"Speaking of nature, got any food around here? I missed dinner," Mike said with a smile.
 
“a big mess….” A child with a grenade. Claire tries not to think about these losses in human lives… It is clear this man doesn’t care how many dead he leaves behind.

And that makes him very dangerous to have around.

"I'll probably be doing some job for the militia in a week, it’s just the nature of the business," Stinger explained. He eyed the doctor and smiled.

“You won’t be much good for business for a few days; you need to take it easy on that leg to give the sutures time to set. Too much activity and you’ll rip yourself open again, then you could bleed to death“

"Speaking of nature, got any food around here? I missed dinner," Mike said with a smile.

She smiles, just a tiny bit. Its not bright smile but it is genuine and unforced. “I missed it too but I suspect we both can wait without fading away. Breakfast will be in a few hours, I’ll see if I can find something to hold you until then but more than food you need fluids. After you eat, I’ll get you into a real bed for the night and give you something for the pain.”

“And you’ll be all set.”
 
Mike moaned loudly when she informed him he would be off his feet for a few days. He listened to her go on about the food, then...

“I’ll get you into a real bed for the night and give you something for the pain.” she said.

Stinger laughed, "Don't you think you should get to know me before you get me into a bed, doc?" Mike quipped with a playful smile.
 
Claire

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Stinger laughed, "Don't you think you should get to know me before you get me into a bed, doc?" Mike quipped with a playful smile.
She shakes her head, "The way things seem to be going, I doubt we will have time for the social niceties of dinner and a movie anyway. Lucky for me, I'm a doctor, it saves time when I can just drug a man and dump him where I want him." She turns around and says over her shoulder as she leaves, "I'll be right back."

She returns in a few minutes carrying a tray food and drinks.

"The water, juice, bread and fruit are for you.
" As she puts the tray down near him, "The coffee is mine." She picks up the mug of coffee and waves her free hand at him, "Now, tuck in."

She takes a seat nearby and sips her coffee.
 
"The way things seem to be going, I doubt we will have time for the social niceties of dinner and a movie anyway. Lucky for me, I'm a doctor, it saves time when I can just drug a man and dump him where I want him. I'll be right back."

Mike's jaw hit the floor has she pondered if she was serious. Wait... she just gave me some pills... he thought with some odd curiosity. Soon she returned carrying a tray of food.

"The water, juice, bread and fruit are for you. The coffee is mine. Now, tuck in,” she instructed has she picked up the coffee. He quickly downed all the food, killing could work up quite a hunger, once he finished he went to the bed and tossed his leather jacket on the floor near his backpack and climbed into the bed.

“Ooooh, cozy,” he quipped with a smile, “Nighty, night, doc,” he said smiling.
 
Claire

"Sleep well."

With a sigh Claire turns back into the kitchen and pours herself another cup of coffee.

She doesn't believe him, not at all. His presence here is bound to cause trouble for the Mission.
The militia will send more soldiers to find out what happened to the first group and when they
learn that they are all dead, there will be hell to pay. By then he will be gone and innocent
people will pay for his actions. That is just how people like him do things, no sense of responsiblity.
Wreck havok and run.
 
Name: General Hafar Makmood
Age: 24
Occupation: Head of the Milita
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 215 Lbs
Hair: Black curly hair
Eyes: Emraled
Apperance: Everyone would expect the leader of an operation this big would have to be some old bastard or a freak. Wrong. Perfactly normal granted a bit tall in appearnce, and strong enough so that he often helps in raids personally. He personally shot the elected president in the head. His skin is the deepest shade of Ebony. Makmood hardly ever smiles. With a stare that could kill the Happiness within anyone.
Bio: A younge punk growing up penniless in the streets of Eslodia's capital, Makmood [who always went by surname only] joined the military at age 12. At age 15 he was the youngest Sargent in not only his country, but Africa. His combat skills were incredible. And after brave service for his nation at age 23 he was made a general.

However, he was faced with a Dishonerable Discharge and execution for his cruel tactics. Killing innocent men and raping young girls while on duty. He figured now was a good a time as any to make his move. Democracy, it made Makmood sick. A bunch of corrupt idiots. Using his power and vast support, he staged a bloody coup. He personally takes part in the execution of men and the brutal raping of women.
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Makmood was riding on the passanger seat of a jeep with a machinegun mounted on the back. They were heading for Tartu, they already had been helicoptered across the mountains, they lost 40% of the original invasion force after being shot down by UN troops and loyalists. They had the upperhand in this war, 30% of the entire milita force was about to crush this village.

Finally they reached their destination. After killing the guards at the gate, they used a UN truck to send a message through all radios in the town.

"Attention loyalist bastards and foreign agressors. You think you can hide hear, you're WRONG. We've found your pathetic little camp. Now prepare to DIE!" A massive artillery barrage rained down from the mountains, one shell hit the entrance to the hospital and blew in the windows. After enough damage had been done to the town the barrage was stopped.

Makmood looked at the hospital. Him and 3 guards walked to the destroyed entrance. The lobby was ruined, but the rest of the place was in tact. He had a guard hand him the megaphone.

"*Feedback* Everyone, show yourselves, everyone who gives peacefully will not be killed. Come to the lobby immediatly, you will be escorted out of here and then we'll blow this place down. So you better come out from your hiding spots. Or die."
 
Claire

"*Feedback* Everyone, show yourselves, everyone who gives peacefully will not be killed. Come to the lobby immediatly, you will be escorted out of here and then we'll blow this place down. So you better come out from your hiding spots. Or die."

There is a hush over the infirmary after the General's speech end, and suddenly several voices speak to once, a woman starts to cry and an orderly runs down the back stairs. Claire knows it is her job to remain calm, assert control and assume responsibility.

Claire looks up from her patient to the young native Eslodian nurse at her side, keeping her voice under control, "Martine, can you finish up here for me, please? I have to go speak to ... our guest."

Hiding her fear behind a practial manner, she speaks up to get the attention of the room, "Ladies and gentlemen, you all have jobs to do, people are counting you, lives are depending on you. Remain here, see to the injured. Do your jobs. I'll go downstairs and greet our guest."

A man a few years older than Claire takes a few steps in her direction before she sees him and holds up a hand, signing for him to stop. "No, Tom. This is my responsibility, you see to yours."

She nervously runs her fingers through her hair before heading into the lobby.

She is first struck by the sheer size of him. He had to be a foot taller than she is but his size was no where near as disturbing as the aura of anger and hate that surrounded him.

Swallowing nervously, "I am Dr. Arden, I run the hospital. Do you have wounded in need of attention?"
 
"I am Dr. Arden, I run the hospital. Do you have wounded in need of attention?"

"Yes." He smirked and nodded to a fellow soldier. "YOU!" He kicked the girl hard in the stomach and drew his pistol. "Get everyone who can down here, NOW. I have demands. Your going to get your fucking ass to whoever's running this whole 'peacekeeping operation' and tell them they have to leave or everyone in this hospital dies.

And your going to do it now or so help me I'll fuck you so hard you'll regret being born. Got it bitch."

He nodded and the soldiers beside him pulled AK-47s, showing she best listen.
 
Claire

"Yes." He smirked and nodded to a fellow soldier. "YOU!" He kicked the girl hard in the stomach and drew his pistol. "Get everyone who can down here, NOW. I have demands. Your going to get your fucking ass to whoever's running this whole 'peacekeeping operation' and tell them they have to leave or everyone in this hospital dies.

The shocking blow to her stomach knocked the doctor to her knees. Once she catches her breath she took her time carefully rising to her feet again.

And your going to do it now or so help me I'll fuck you so hard you'll regret being born. Got it bitch."

Her cheeks are pale, her face ashen, as she lifts her eyes to his. "I have injured people who will be difficult to move, it will take time to bring them down here. It would be better for them to stay where they are. They are no threat to you."

He nodded and the soldiers beside him pulled AK-47s, showing she best listen.

"I can bring the remaining personele and less seriously hurt down."
 
The shocking blow to her stomach knocked the doctor to her knees. Once she catches her breath she took her time carefully rising to her feet again.

Her cheeks are pale, her face ashen, as she lifts her eyes to his. "I have injured people who will be difficult to move, it will take time to bring them down here. It would be better for them to stay where they are. They are no threat to you. I can bring the remaining personele and less seriously hurt down"


"I have a better idea. Who do you value more, your lives or your patient's? I'm ordering you to kill every single patient in this hospital, or we fuck your brains out."

He smirked. Makmood knew that she would never accept such a demand. And that they'd have a new plaything.
 
Claire

"I have a better idea. Who do you value more, your lives or your patient's? I'm ordering you to kill every single patient in this hospital, or we fuck your brains out."

Claire is shocked into silence. At first all she can do is blink, as if trying to make this vision of madness disappear. But it remains, standing there in front of her. The color returns to her cheeks in a great flood of red and she shakes her head before she speaks.

"You are mad. You know there is no way I can kill innocent people, why do you waste your time and mine giving me a choice that is no choice? Why? To absolve yourself of resposibility by making it my choice? Why don't you just go away, stop wasting my time and let me get back to work?"
 
OOC
Name: Lt Devon Pyror
Age: 25
Occupation: Army Officer 22nd Regiment, British Army (SAS)
Height: 5'10
Weight: 167 Lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey

Devon looked over the hospice and watched dispassionately his primary task completed having gotten the British Representative out of this forsaken shithole of a country from under the noses of the militia...now he had moved on to his secondary mission the hospital there was someone there of importance and his job was to get them out.

He had no respect for the militia ,punks with guns thats all they were but even punks with guns got lucky....and the self proclaimed General was one lucky punk.

He needed to get them away from that hospital but how...his mind worked quickly as his eyes scanned the scene around him and then he smiled....

He moved quickly to his left for 5 minutes and find two young militia boys on a road. he double tapped them as they were having a smoke...and took the two rpg's old chinese crap but effective for what he needed....he fired both weapons and then moved hearing the explosion of two cars blowing up a half maile behind the rear of the generals little convoy.
 
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Claire is shocked into silence. At first all she can do is blink, as if trying to make this vision of madness disappear. But it remains, standing there in front of her. The color returns to her cheeks in a great flood of red and she shakes her head before she speaks.

"You are mad. You know there is no way I can kill innocent people, why do you waste your time and mine giving me a choice that is no choice? Why? To absolve yourself of resposibility by making it my choice? Why don't you just go away, stop wasting my time and let me get back to work.


Makmood grabbed her by the collar. "You 3 guard the hospital. I want to take care of this bitch myself." He growled, he carried her to a dirt road near the center of town and throw her down onto the hard earth.

He took out a knife and smirked as people looked out windows to see what was happening. "Go ahead, scream all you want, don't you dare try to escape though."

He unzipped and pulled down his pants and boxers. 14 inches of thick cock was infront of her. Makmood kicked her so that she was lying on the ground, then picked her up by the waiste and made it so she was doggie style. He cut off the fabric of her pants, underwear, and made a cut in her leg with one swift motion of a knife and watched the fabric fall to the ground.

He shoved his cock into her ass, shoving it in deeper and watching as blood came out of it.
 
Claire

Makmood grabbed her by the collar. "You 3 guard the hospital. I want to take care of this bitch myself." He growled, he carried her to a dirt road near the center of town and throw her down onto the hard earth.

Claire sees his hand reach out for her, she tries to pull away but he grabs hold of her collar almost befor she can move. She struggles as he carries her out to the center of town but against his massive size her efforts, her kicks, her punches, are useless. He only released her to throw her on the dirt road. She chokes as the dust rises up to fill her eyes, nose and throat.

He took out a knife and smirked as people looked out windows to see what was happening. "Go ahead, scream all you want, don't you dare try to escape though."

Although coughing and near-blinded as her eyes tear to wash away the dust, Claire manages to get to her feet.

He unzipped and pulled down his pants and boxers. 14 inches of thick cock was infront of her. Makmood kicked her so that she was lying on the ground, then picked her up by the waiste and made it so she was doggie style. He cut off the fabric of her pants, underwear, and made a cut in her leg with one swift motion of a knife and watched the fabric fall to the ground.

He knocks her down with a hard kick but she tries to get up again, determined to continue he struggles. She knows she can't win, but she knows she won't surrender.

He shoved his cock into her ass, shoving it in deeper and watching as blood came out of it.

He told she could scream, so she would not. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks until they puddled in the dirt beneath her. She had never imagined there could be such pain, but she bit her shoulder til it bled and she did not scream.
 
Claire sees his hand reach out for her, she tries to pull away but he grabs hold of her collar almost befor she can move. She struggles as he carries her out to the center of town but against his massive size her efforts, her kicks, her punches, are useless. He only released her to throw her on the dirt road. She chokes as the dust rises up to fill her eyes, nose and throat.

Although coughing and near-blinded as her eyes tear to wash away the dust, Claire manages to get to her feet.

He knocks her down with a hard kick but she tries to get up again, determined to continue he struggles. She knows she can't win, but she knows she won't surrender.

He told she could scream, so she would not. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks until they puddled in the dirt beneath her. She had never imagined there could be such pain, but she bit her shoulder til it bled and she did not scream.



Makmood thrusted in and out of her ass until he felt like he was going to cum. He pulled his cock out of her ass and grabbed her by the collar, turning her around to face him, he grabbed her by the head and crammed her mouth onto his cock, pushing her head until she gagged, and dumped a huge load of cum in the back of her throat, pulling her hair he bobbed her head on his cock. He looked as many people were watching in shock from open windows, but they dare not go outside, everyone is too afraid.
 
Devon watched as the self proclaimed General took the woman and started ...god he was a batty boy going for the arse first ....as disgusting as this rape was it was not his primary concern ...he moved in his diversion seemingly not important enough for the good General but such was the way with the Militia


He entered the town and took out a kid with a gun as big as himself...it was poorly maintained and would have jammed if he had fired any serious amount of rounds... the hospital was near and only three men guarded it...well kinda of guarded it they were chatting in a group bcarrying their guns like they would have seen in movies not really looking at anything other than themselves.

Devon got to within 30 feet of them and double tapped the lot of them ....punks ...stupid kids with guns without a braincell to share... he entered the hospital the sister of someone important was supposed to be here all he had was a name he loved last second in the field add ons...but that was Whitehall for you...
 
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