The Box Role Play

Captain Xavier Jones sat quietly in his seat as the helicopter hummed along. His eyes scanned over his fellow team mates that he would be commanding. Knowing them each on a person level would only fuel the pain if any were to die that day. His weapon was at the ready, as it always was, but this time he felt that it would be needed more than he could ever imagine. "Remember people, we are doing this mission like a well oiled machine. No heroics, and follow my commands, got it?"

"I got it. If anyone falls, just holla and me and the Lord will patch you up." Replied Rawlings, checking Faith and Destiny.

The place they were travelling to was a place of great evil and history, Rawlings knew that more than anybody. He just hoped they would be able to seal the breach and contain the Firstborn, lest mankind feel it's wrath.

Yitta sighed heavily and closed her eyes. She knew most of them probably wouldnt survive... But she had to keep a smile on her face. Thats what always helped. No matter how much pain she was in, everyone always felt better when she smiled. "Got it."

Sgt.Majr. Kagatora stared into the fine hand made blade of his Katana as he sharpened it,mesmerized by the familiar hum of rotors chopping air,reflecting on the many missions he had been on during his Black Ops. with project Archon. He had lost count of the man he had killed with that very Blade and wondered how many more would feel the cold steel dispatching their flesh.

Capt.Jones spoke and the Sgt.Majr snapped out of his hypnotic state to listen close at what the Capt had to say. "Sir!" he replied sharply in recognition of the Captains orders. Even though the Sgt.Majr had been on countless more mission than Jones, he respected him and would fallow his commands, understanding that hesitation cost lives and that was not going to happen on his watch.

Jones scanned over the soldiers once more, looking at the assortment of weaponry and such. "Al Khali is nothing you've ever seen before. We don't know whats gunna be down there, so keep your guard up, and watch eachother's backs." Jones stood, starting to inspect his weapon, knowing by the time the mission was over, he'd be using it to it's limits. "Me and Rawlins have for more experience in this field, so stick close to us, and try to pick up as much as you can on the run. We apologize for such a quick round up, but this is far more important than you can imagine."

Lieutenant Nigel Burnan shook his head, gripping his rifle with a grim determination of someone being sent to his death and is fully willing to do so. He glanced at the others then pulled out his M82 assualt rifle's clip and banged against his helmet and reattached it. "This is going to get creepy." He stroked his stubble and returned his hand to the gun.

Rawlings nodded to Jones, then looked out of the chopper windows at the place they were approaching, Al Khali.

In the beginning it was nothing more than desert sands, but overtime and the various escape attempts by the Firstborn, the place had been transformed into a variety of structures, ranging from different eras, all inside the mysterious, ever-expanding Box.

Rawlings quietly prayed to a variety of Gods for protection on himself and the rest of the team.

heath yawned and scratched the side of his head before tightening his glove and loading his ak. "so, how long before touchdown?" he checked the rifle, making sure the safety was on.

Sgt.Majr. Kagatora slid the katana into the scabbard strapped to his back. He then pulled out each H&K USP45,pulling the slide back several times to make sure the action was in working order. The Last thing he needed was for his Auto-pistols to jam.He put hicap clips, loaded with AP rounds, into both, jacked one in the chamber and holstered them.

The Sgt.Majr was used to being dropped off into unknown territory but this was a mission unlike anything he had ever been on. He was going to have to trust Capt. Jones' judgment and, pray the other members of the team, of which he was not familiar with, new what they were doing.

The chopper slowed, and began to drop down, just enough to get out of the high winds of the area, being created by a monstrous storm. The pilot turned back and looked at the team, "Alright, this is where you fast rope out of here. Best of luck." he said, with a grim expression. "Alright, you heard him. I want everyone down thos ropes in less than a minute!" Jones grabbed a rope, and started to slide his way down, firmly pressing his boots down into the sand at the bottom, lookiing at an old decrepit tunnel, just big enough to walk through two at a time.

Rawlings fast-roped to the desert sands quickly and joined up with Jones, waiting for the rest of the team to join them and for more orders.

Burnan joined his squad as he ropped down to the sands.

Sgt.Majr.Kagatora was next to Go. With his feet on the skids, he loosened his grip to get parallel to the chopper. With a quick thrust of his legs he released his grip and slid down quickly, landing next to Father Rawlings. Not knowing what to expect, the Sgt.Majr. drew both H&K's and scanned the perimeter.

Lieutenant Nigel Burnan looked around the sands with his assualt rifle lowered to his chest. He grimaced in the heat hoping that they'd be in to cool soon. He didn't want to f*cking fry for the whole mission. "Water, water, water, water." He whispered. "I got plenty of water." He sighed and looked to the Captain. "Captain. Is this the place, looks desolate."

(Actually I kinda butted in, so do I get permish to join, mate? I don't really feel up to doing a bio.)

heath grabbed the rope with his glove and slid down one handed, letting go about five feet off of the ground. he landed in a crouch, scanning the area with his rifle rested against his knee. 'well, too bad there ain't nothin' to shoot. yet." he corrected, standing and stepping over to the others.

"This isn't a game, soldiers. We're going to need to be completely fluid to get through here." Xavier counted the troops and then looked back up at the chopper. "C'mon Lieutenant, you're up." Looks back to the ground and sighed, turning to Rawlings. "I really wish we at least had Cole or Delgado assisting us here. Hell, I'd even settle for Billie right now."

(haven't objected so far."

I'd settle for Rek, but thats another RP))

Nigel looked over at Xavior. "Me?" He quickly glanced at his rank insignia, the back to the captain.

"Lt. Yitta up there, the only female on out team." Xavier laughed a little, thinking of how they used to mess with Billie, Abigail and Cole.

"Oh, yea. Yitta..." He scuffed his hand in the sand and sighed as he returned to an alert but stand down position lowering his voice. "I don't really care if she stays up there. My worry is even if we make it in time to close the damn box, we probably won't make it back alive."

"We don't even know if that's what they're doing in there. For all we know, they are just trying to build enough negative karma to wipe us out. Besides, the box and firstborn are just legends... no way that they are real.", he said, the doubt of his own words could be heard in his voice.