Forum:Unfortunate Losses

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EightOhEight 01:59, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

W567123daniel 02:16, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

Slowrider7 02:50, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

17:13, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

9:48, March 23, 2010 (UTC+7)

Cpl. Wilding 14:59, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

SoldierofmisfortuneI have the worst luck... 03:54, March 24, 2010 (UTC)

EightOhEight

 * Name: Michael Fletcher
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC corporation)
 * Rank: Command Sergeant Major
 * Weapon: XM8c, P226, WA2000
 * Previous Experience: Served in the United States military, afterwards joined a PMC corporation, ranked up quickly because of his impeccable behavior.

W567123daniel

 * Name: Dan
 * Faction: U.S. Air Force
 * Rank: AC130 Commander
 * Weapon: 25mm Gatling Gun, 40mm Bofors Cannon, 105mm Howitzer, any other explosive device
 * Previous Experience: Has served in multiple missions by giving close Air Support, has been held hostage and has taken out multiple enemies with RPG's

Slowrider7

 * Name: David "Pops" "The Watchman" Allen
 * Faction: Trans World Operations. (T.W.O. There is only one member, hint hint.)
 * Weapon(s): Neostead NS2000, H&K Mk. 23, SL-8 w/ M203 and 30 round Magazine
 * Experience: His brother was PFC Joseph Allen, and David was stationed in North Korea during the attack. An ex-POW, Allen has near catlike reflexes and excels at hand to hand combat. One time stateside, he got in a bar fight that left a 8-shaped scar on his right cheek. Allen will act like a trained dog around superiors, but with his squadmates, he is as equal as them.

DevilWarrior112

 * Name: Kevin "Devil" King
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC corporation)
 * Rank: Captain
 * Weapon: ACR, Intervention, M240
 * Previous Experience: Served in the SAS for 5 years, joined 808's PMC after retiring at the rank of Sergeant Major.

Sgt. Resnov

 * Name: Jonathan "West" Callard
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC Corporation)
 * Rank: Master Sergeant
 * Weapon: MG36 with AG36, FN Five-seveN
 * Experience: Served in the United States Army for 7 years. Join the PMC after his whole company killed by an airstrike. Now is in a squad with Fletcher.


 * Name: Freddy Rodrigez
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC Corporation)
 * Rank: Undercover Informant
 * Weapon: UMP '45
 * Experience: Was in KGB for two years, he worked with the Ghosthounds as an undercover informant.

Cpl. Wilding
Soldierofmisfortune
 * Name: Jason Fox
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC)
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon: M40A3 with scope and G36C with ACOG scope and grenade launcher
 * Experience: Worked as a spy for the CIA until being transferred to Iraq for a deep-cover operation. His cover wa blown and he "joined" the Army, leaving to join Ghosthounds.
 * Name: Nathan "Ringo" Sester
 * Faction: Ghosthounds (Small time PMC)
 * Rank: First Lieutenant
 * Weapon: M4A1 SOPMOD with a M9 pistol equipped with a laser sight
 * Experience: Army Ranger and Delta Force operator, has numerous black ops under his belt and can act fast in life or death situations, his special forces time gives him extensive knowlege of enemy technology and weapons

Prologue
Michael wiped the sweat of his brow. It was supposed to have been a simple HVT takedown.

Enrique Guerrero was a high-ranking member of a supposedly elite terrorist organization. He had been prosecuted in more than 12 countries.

Finally, the Mexican government hired the Ghosthounds to take him down, once and for all.

Nobody could explain how they got into the shit they were in. "Get off your asses and into the action!" Michael yelled at his squad.

"There's no time for chickening out!" Michael stood up and took a few quick shots with his XM8. It was a new weapon to him, order specially (and illegally) by Osiris, Ghosthounds' mysterious benefactor.

He crouched quickly, and a stream of bullets sailed above his head.

"We're not getting out of this shit unless you idiots do something!" he called out.

The HVT's bodyguards, armed with top-of-the-line Kevlar armor and M4A1 SOPMODs rained burning lead on Michael's squad.

Michael pulled out his WA2000 - a trophy of some sorts, as it was a rare gun - and took careful aim at one of the approaching men. He fired two shots at the man's uncovered face.

The man's head exploded, and the bullets aimed at Michael's squad lessened.

"We're beating them back, boys!" Michael yelled. "We can do it!"

Suddenly, the air around Michael exploded as all hell broke loose. He was thrown to the floor and pressed down while his men got pummeled repeatedly by the mortars that were dropping.

"Shit." Michael thought. "I ain't getting out of this one." EightOhEight  02:45, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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The mortars were threatening to compromise the mission and command would not allow that. They had sent Knight to neutralize the mortars and eliminate any threats. The last order he had received from command was "Kill all enemies; leave no prisoners or witnesses." Knight inserted five kilometers behind the mortar teams. He walked the four clicks quietly and saw the mortar teams firing shell after shell.

He primed a frag grenade, took off the pin, and lobbed it at the teams with perfect aim. The grenade landed in the middle of one of the mortars and Knight had barely enough time to duck when it exploded, destroying the mortar and killing the operators.

He ran up and saw that the rest of the teams were wounded. He walked up to one of the wounded mortar gunners and remembered his orders.

He raised his suppressed ACR, and squeezed the trigger. He shot the remaining operators, and using two C4 charges, he collected all their firearms and stuck the C4 charges on the pile. He then ran to a good distance and pressed the detonator.

The whole pile exploded in flames as the ammunition inside the guns ignited. He ducked to avoid shrapnel and ramined ducking until he heard no more whizzing of flying metal. He dared a look and saw that the pile was now a smoldering heap of molten metal and parts. Nodding in satisfaction, he took one step forward.

A huge explosion rocked the area. All that was left of Knight was a smoldering boot.

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As quickly as it started - the mortar fire stopped.

Michael and his team got up, bewildered. All that was remaining of the bodyguard platoon were some shattered Kevlar jackets.

Not bothering to investigate, Michael got busy.

"Move out!" Michael shouted. "We need to get to the evac point in 0300!"

Michael pulled out his P226 and unscrewed the silencer.

"No need for this anymore." Michael thought. The whole mission had gone wrong. Luckily, they had been able to complete the objective.

Michael ran towards the evac point, considering his options.

The chopper was waiting there for his team.

On the ride back to base, Michael thought about the mission.

He had no idea what had happened, but he did know one thing. He'd be back out here soon. EightOhEight 02:45, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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Kevin walked on patrol in Mexico with his squad. He was waiting for the meeting involving Guerrero and his generals. Then, when he appeared, Kevin crept to an abandoned tower with his team.

"Wait for the moment" Captain King told his squad. There were 3 Colonels, 6 Generals, 2 Field Marshals, Guerrero and his bodyguards. Kevin took cover at a window in a 25-story building and his team went at the top.

"Fire!" Colonel Mitchell said. King fired but the shot missed him by an inch.

They called a chopper in at LZ Alpha and the squad escaped.

There was an enemy jeep near the building and the squad got in.

Soon they burst through the exit, firing on the enemies.

They saw the chopper but it was then destroyed by an RPG.

Kevin took out his M240 and started spraying bullets at the Mexicans.

Then, a chopper landed at LZ Bravo which was at a farm 100 miles from their position. They climbed in their jeep and rode down.

Once at the LZ, they entered the chopper and took out the Mexicans with sniper rifles, miniguns and machine-guns.

The operation had failed, Guerrero was alive and the Ghosthounds escaped. 17:48, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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Back at the base, Michael waited for further news on Guerrero.

Soon, a man walked in, with the decorations of a Captain. The man walked into an office.

Michael moved towards the door. Eavesdropping on his conversation, Michael leaned in.

"What do you mean, you didn't kill him?" Michael recognized that voice from somewhere. "Guerrero is still out there?"

"We sent six teams to kill him!" Michael racked his brain, trying to figure out who that voice belonged to. "You're a bloody idiot. Get out of my office!"

Michael backed up as the Captain walked out of his office, obviously in distress.

Before Michael could investigate further, his PDA rang. Answering it quickly, he found a message from an unknown caller.

"At 4:00 tomorrow, Guerrero will strike again. If your team can't dispatch him this time, the consequences will be much more dire." EightOhEight 18:02, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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David was riding on the side of a Black Hawk helicopter in a endless desert people called Chihuahua, Mexico. He crawls from the back of the Heli to the passenger seat on the pilots deck (I refuse to say cockpit.) "Hey Peirce, whats the ETA to Xray Echo 2?" The pilot rolls up what appears to be grass into a peice of paper and lights it. '''"You mean Tiajuana? S**t, 10 minutes tops. Put a mag those little pea shooters you call German Engineering." '''David crawls back into the rear bench of the Helo and pits a 30 round magazine into the SL-8 and a 40mm into the Grenade Launcher.

After 14 minutes of unneeded fidgeting with the guns, Peirce looks back, takes of his glasses and yells out "Were here David." He looks forward again, and quickly veers right, making David fall off the bench and hit his head on the door. '''"Sorry, one of those shitty little Russian RPG's just flew at us. Be safe down there. your definatley the minority Davy." '''David rubs his head and then pulls down the custom metal mask that was fitted specially for him. It was a black titanium mask with a blue flames going across each side. (((This mask.))) He slides open the door and quick-ropes down the deployed rope. On the ground, David speaks into the microphone inside his mask. '''"Sarge, wheres this guy Im looking for?" Over the comm, a deep expeienced voice says "Guerrero, and he should be in one of the local bars. But he will have heavy armor with him. M60's, explosives, ecetera." '''Out of the corner of Davids eye, a few mexican gangsters come out of the shadow of a Spanish whorehouse. None of them armed, but a few looked tough. David wanders into a vacant house, only to find a group of Mice eating at a dead body. David turns the body over and all the Mice scurry away. He thinks in his mind, '''"Well, this will have to do for the night." '''David looks around the house to find a completly furnished home, with a full refridgerator and everything. He wanders into the bedroom, leans all his equipment and his mask against the wall, puts his signature SOCOM pistol under the pillow, and sits on the bed. Eventually falling into a light sleep Slowrider7 21:29, March 21, 2010 (UTC)

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The next day at 4:00 tomorrow, Fletcher, West and their squad just heard from central command that there is another strike by Guerrero in an office building in Guanajuato. So they are sent there in a Black Hawk helicopter to disarm the bomb in the building and Heavy machine guns starts firing at them from an occupied building. Fletcher ran to the building while West provided covering fire from his MG36. The squad breached the house and found a weapon stash. They secured the house and heads to the office building.

A sniper starts shooting the squad from the top of the building. Fletcher told his squad to head for cover. As West provide covering fire, Fletcher ttakes out his WA2000 and fires a round to the sniper's head causing the sniper to fall 60 metres to the ground. The squad breached the front door and kills some enemies, some are using M4A1 SOPMOD. They climbed up to the fifth floor. At the end of the stairs, an enemy jumps to West causing him to fall. West takes out his FN Five-seveN and shoot the eney's neck killing him instantly. He proceeds to the upper floor to regroup with his squad.

"Intel said there is a bomb and hostages inside that room." said Fletcher while reading the objective on his PDA. The squad breached the room. An enemy holds out a hostage and threatend to kill him. Fletcher fires his ACR to the enemy's left foot causing him to release the hostage and fall to the window behind him.

"Fletcher, i think you should see this."said West while he checked an office desk,founding a laptop and a bomb." You! Disarm that bomb! West! secure the laptop! Fletcher commands his squad. "Command centre, requset for evac at the target building, over!" "Okay E.T.A. about three minutes, out." "Bomb disarmed sir!" said the bomb disarmer. "Good, lets go! Lets go!" saif Letcher.

The chopper arrives and went near the window while the squad began to climb out of the window. "West! Come on! Hurry up! Enemies will try to get that laptop!" said Fletcher tries to help West. West gives the laptop to Fletcher throught the window. Enemies began to shoot both the chopper and West. West climbs out of the window and jumps safely to the chopper. "We're good to go! Come on! Mission acomplished! Good work everyone! Said Fletcher. 17:41, March 23, 2010

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As the squad arrives back at base, a man comes up to them, armed with a G36C in hand and a M40A3 on his back. "Yo, what's up?" He says, holding out a hand. "Name's Jason Fox. I was told by Command that you guys were to "train" me, of sorts. I haven't the faintest of what they're on about, I served as a spy for about 5 years." As he goes on in his Boston accent, Jason unloads the G36C. "So...what do I do? I can play sniper, I can play demoman...whatever you need, I can do it." Cpl. Wilding 14:59, March 23, 2010 (UTC)

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"Okay, we got a machine gunner with a grenade launcher, a bomb disarmer and a sniper. We could really use both a demoman and a sniper. West, train this F.N.G. while i play some spider solitaire!" said Fletcher while reaching his PDA in his pocket. "Okay. Any names, or should i call you F.N.G.?" said West at the new guy. "Its Fox sir, Sgt. Jason Fox." said Fox. "Okay Fox, follow me to the training facility."

They went to the training facility passing some barracks. West open the gate and sit on a crate. "Lets see what you got, Fox. Use your G36C, aim down yor sights and fire at the targets as quickly as possible." Fox opens fire and shots five targets in 3 seconds. "Nice work Fox now switch to your grenade launcher and fire it onto that window over there." said West. Fox shoots a grenade from his AG36 and hits the window. "Good, good. Okay now Fox, switch to your sniper rifle and fire it to that can over there." Fox fires the can in one shot. "Nice fucking work, Fox. I think Fletcher and his WA2000 has a rival in sniping now. Hahaha. Okay, now lets test you. Run the obstacle course in less than 1 minute. My record with a SCAR-L is 21, 56 seconds. Beat that!" Fox runs the course withhis G36C in 23, 31 seconds. "Nice try, Fox, but you're now the second fastest bad-ass to finished the course. Congratulations. Okay now report to Sgt Maj. Fletcher. I'm gonna grab some grub. And Fox, give this report book to him. Its your test result." "Yes sir." Said Fox. "Next time call me West okay." 8:43, March 23, 2010 (UTC+7)

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As Ringo awoke in the dark basement, he could just barely see out of his bloody vision that there were people in the corner smoking. He took a small compact K-BAR knife and began to cut the ropes tied to the post at his back. One of the men began to walk towards him, dammit he was nearly done, the man looked at him, said something in spanish, then unholstered a Makarov pistol, and pointed it at his head. Before he could pull the trigger, Ringo slit his throat grabbed the weapon and dropped the two other men in the corner. As he stumbled over to the corpses he found a compact AKS "not my weapon of choice, but then again what choice do I have?" he said to himself. He walked out into the day and the light stung his eyes "Aah been in that fuckin' basement too long."

Ringo looked around and saw that there was almost no one around, just a few women hauling water to their village. He spotted a jeep, it had a radio, just what he needed to call command to get him outta there. He started the jeep up and drove till he was in an empty field, miles from the town he escaped from not even an hour earlier. "Homeplate this is second baseman" he said into the radio "do you copy, over?" he waited for what seemed like an eternity "copy that second base, you went dark for days what happened, over"

"long story if you get me outta here, I will tell you once I get back to base" Ringo said into the mic of the radio "We will send an evac chopper immediatly 2BM, Homeplate out"

"God, this is going to be one hell of a story for the boys" Ringo thought