Silver took careful aim at The overlander in back. As long as no-one heard him fall to the ground, They wouldn't know what hit 'em. He fired. One down. Another. He fired a third shot. Suddenly, the rest noticed and dived for nearest cover. "gah... Damn...", Silver muttered, climbing back down. "Got three of them before they knew they were being shot. They dived for cover, out of sight."
"How many escaped your sight?" Mosspaw asked, frowning. She was beginning to get a little nervous and tried to keep her voice level and her gaze steady. Now was not the time for her natural skittishness to come into play.
"Four. They're somewhat nearby, I sugest we lower our voces.", Silver said, croching behind a nearby bush.
Verkam turned to James. "Espionage, it's youre turn to shine."
Mosspaw cocked her rifle-rod and cast James a look of respect and support. She then took up a position beside Tara.
James mentally cursed. Sniping at a group of seven was a bad idea, and he knew it. Now there were four in the jungle alert to their presence doing gods knew what. Chances were, two or three were going after the group while another was leaving to get more soldiers. They had to be taken down, and taken down fast! Otherwise, the group would be utterly screwed raw in multiple orifices.
This wasn't an espionage job. But if he was being told to do it, he would do it. However, he sure as hell wasn't going in alone. James turned to Verkam.
"Sir, I'm going to need someone to watch my back. I request that Mosspaw come with me."
"Granted, the Sniper, the medic, and the demolitoner will stay back with me, hide in the brush and in case of the un-evitable. Prepare." Verkam nodded as he turned to Mosspaw. "Go on. Go." he snorted as he smiled grimly.
If you'd only see Verkam for a conversation one would think he was a ignorant, cocky, jackass - but if they were ever with him on the battlefield - it was a different sepctrum to the wolf. He grinned again as Silver climbed another tree and prepared himself, the medic hid in another tree, as did Velria. Verkam himself lay prone on the ground inside a brush of bushes and scrub.
James surpressed a sigh. Now wasn't the time to worry about his commanding officer's attitude. They had a job to do. He turned to Mosspaw.
"We've got to do this fast. We double-time it a quarter of the way there, and continue at half-time. You go right and cover me. Hand gestures only. Wait for my signal to fire. Let's move."
Mosspaw nodded without a word and gripped her ARK A7 tighter. She certainly hadn't expected James to ask for her assistance, but if she really thought about it, it was a smart idea. She was fast and agile on her feet while he was quiet and light. She could see the logic in his decision; the two elemements went hand in hand.
Mosspaw began to move forward on James' signal, covering him, alert for any noises that betrayed the presence of Overlander soldiers. Her ears strained for any noise of the sort, while her mind worked furiously, the same alarming thought coming to mind. She cursed mentally. If one soldier had possibly run for reinforcements, they would be overwhelmed.
Oh well...she thought, At least we'd go down fighting.....
ooc: Is it too late to enter?
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NAME
Arashi
AGE
26
SPECIES
meerkat
GENDER
Male
EQUIP
vehicle similar to a hummer equipeed with large speakers and a 50 cal machine gun mounted on top
Folding assault rifle
SMG5 sub machine gun
2 9mm pistols
1 frag grenade
2 flashbangs
1 smoke
5 rifle mounted RPGs
various electronic equipment including jammers, recorders, and tracking.
CLASS
Psy Ops
APPEARANCE
helmet, balistic goggles, face mask, black BDUs, and a black tactical vest.
REIGON OF ORIGIN
classified information
FORMER EXP
classified information
Ic:
A plane droned miles above the earths surface. the air to thin to breath. A figure stood in the cargo bay along with a large crate big enough to hold a vehicle. He began suiting up packing two 9mm pistols, a folding assualt rifle, and various electronic equipment in the ruck sack.He threw it in the crate and then proceeded to the end of the planes cargo bay He pulled an oxygen mask over his face then put a parachute onto his back. He pressed a large red button which opened the cargo doors. The large crate started rolling toward the doors then fell out it fell a couple hundred feet before a large chute popped open. The figure walked to one end of the cargo bay and strapped the SMG5 to his side. Then without warning he hit the green button and made a bolt for the cargo doors. They started closing getting closer and closer to one another. He managed to leap inbetween them and get past them before they slammed shut.
"DeathFromAbove to aircraft. deployment successful return to base.", he said into the throat mic.
He kept monitoring the altemeter on his wrist along with the oxygen meter. The altemeters needle fell into the green and he popped his chute. Minutes later He touched down, cutting the ropes he took a electronic device from his side and hit a small button it started clicking faster and faster with every step until finally he made it to the crate which had crashed through the canopy of the trees. He pryed it open revealing a large vehicle. He got inside and turned the key to the ignition. By this time he had the same device only some adjustments were made to rondevue with the elite group.
The assault vehicle stopped on top of a large ridge. Arashi pulled the folding rifle from the back and peered throug the large scope He zoomed in at the push of a button. A fire fight between some furs and overlanders had broken out. He got back into the truck and pulled it into a unseen position. He loaded a rpg onto the front of the barrel of his rifle and then went to the back of the truck. He hit the play button and the sound of tanks echoed throughout the valley. He crouched and pulled the rifles trigger the RPG fired off the end of the rifle and landed in the field. Its explosion was similar to a piece of artillery throwing up dirt and debris hundreds of feet into the air. He loaded another RPG and fired, this one landing about 140 feet further then the first. Again another explosion echoed over the sound of the supposive oncoming tanks.
He went to the back of the truck and transmitted several false infantry messages along with false airsupport.
ooc: ooc: the sere idea was good but that is training that all spec ops go through. So Im taking the position of Airborne Psy Ops. hopefully this one is accepted.
OOC: Spyder, this RP is dead. Froggy doesn't RP as James anymore and I just... let it die.
dont let it die its promising!
OOC: Please don't Spam. This is now going to be requested to e locked.
Ummyeah locking this down.
