D-4506-35 Roleplay

Jacob laughed at them both and stood up directly, grabbing two seats and bracing his feet. "This is the best part!" Jacob grinned scarily as the second drop ship lowered before the others and dipped into the atmosphere.

=Flash looked at the Captain for a moment then to Griggs, as if to say "Is this guy crazy?", then back to the Captain=

Griggs shrugged and put her hand back on his. "Hey. At least hes on our side."

Rek looked over at Jacob. "You doing ok?" He clicked in his private com, making sure that no-one could tune in. "Do you still suspect one of the squad?" He asked his old friend.

The three dropships entered the atmosphere one after the other on the night side of the planet heading for the artificial horizion, dawn, and the beacon for the outpost. "Delta one this is control, we read a storm pattern over the designated dropzone. We are supplying you co-ordinates of a new dropzone seventeen clicks south west of the preious co-ordinates."

"Rodger that control." He comm'd the Lieutenant Fisk as the other two officers were unavailable. "Lieutenant Fisk, we have altered our dropzone." He informed.

=Flash began to laugh at Griggs words. He leaned his head back in his chair and when she put her hand on his he gripped it. He calmed down a bit feeling it easier=

Originally posted by Jedireaper
Rek had picked the same dropship as Fisk but he hadn't put his helmet on as yet. "No." Was his short reply. After which he selected the opposite crash seat and strapped in. "Where do you come from, Lieutenant," he paused, the with a reluctant sigh he added, "sir." He fiddled with his helmets internal settings. changing it to his desires. "We're the same age I think."

Fisk Looked up at Rek,switching on the come link to communicate over the noise of the Ship dropping through the atmosphere ignoring the Sgt.'s undisciplined introduction.

"I'm from Aubrun, Alabama" He said to Rek, with the typical pride of a Southerner. Fisk Continued "Same age Huh. When did you graduate O.C.S. Class of 2067" Fisk said with a smile, referring to his graduation date as he reached out his hand to shake Reks. He continued,feeling the sarcasm in Reks addressing him as Sir "You can drop the Sir Sh** ,You back my commands up , I back yours, thats all there is too it. Dont feel obligated to show me respect. Ill do my part to earn it from ya" With that Lt.Fisk secured his M12 and held on. *Best roller-coaster ride in the universe* he thought to himself.

((Rek I thought you were on my drop-ship))

Originally posted by Jedireaper

"Rodger that control." He comm'd the Lieutenant Fisk as the other two officers were unavailable. "Lieutenant Fisk, we have altered our dropzone." He informed.

"Roger Wilco" Fisk replied. He informed the crew. "Plans have changed gentleman. Be prepared to adapt and overcome. We got a 17 click hump to the Base of operation so tighten your boot straps"

The Drop ship violently started to shake and this still didn't effect Jacob. "Yeehaw!!" Shouted the Captain, as they finally broke out of the atmosphere and into the planet's airspace. "Pilots of drop ship two! Over ride that last command, I'll lead us in!" The ship stayed on course as the others diverted their course. Just as the third drop ship approached the rear of the first, a loud piercing scream blared through the comms, knocking out the communications. Jacob almost dropped to the ground, as an explosion rocked the third ship, sending it plummeting.

Fisk ,alarmed at the screams of Marines facing their death, felt a pang of sorrow at the loss, at the same time relieved it was not his drop ship that it happened to.

Yeah... I was waiting for you. Disreguard my post to Jacob.)

Rek was about to reply when the dropship shook. "What the frag?! Pilot what's going on?"

The pilot checked in. "Unsure, sir. Control did your sensors pick up that explosion, it knocked out our scanners!"

"We...n...interfer...anners-" The com went silent, with occasional bursts of static.

"'fraid we're out of the loop. Delta two, did you ick up what took out three?" The Pilot asked into the com.

Rek looked at Fisk, studying the opposites visor. "Guess, intrroductions will have to wait." he unstrapped and stood up, grabbing for his rifle.

Without a second thought, Jacob grabbed his weapon and ran to a drop pod. Looking back at the others, he shut the pod's door. "I'm going to get them! Join me if you think you can handle it!"

As the sky lit up with ligtening Rek locked eyes with fisk. "PILOT, TAKE US DOWN!!!"

As the ship landed Lt.Fisk Shouted "On your Feet , lets move out." The drop doors slammed down "Rek take point" He ordered "lets move it , Go,Go,Go," Fisk said making sure they all got out of the ship with a quickness.

Rek imediatly took point, sweeping out with his assault rifle held high and steady. "Clear! Move move move!!!" He checked his scanner and headed in the direction of the pume of smoke that was about two clicks from them, but after thinking for a moment he paused. "What do you think, Lieutenant?"

Lt.Fisk, in response to Reks question, quickly ordered. "Lets head toward the wreckage and secure the perimeter for Capt.Jacob to search for survivors ,echelon formation"

Jacob punched the button and opened the drop door and slipped from the ship. His drop pod plummeted down towards the ground, about half a click ahead of the group.

(Oh, in response to an earlier question. This character has always been a lieutenant. Thats why I didn't choose another rank, apologies.)

Rek nodded. "Okay squad, you heard him. Saddle up! Move out." He checked his HUD terrain mapping and moved forward, taking a route that will take them along the top of a ridge line, and out of any possible choke points, or ambushes. "I've got the best route tactically to the crash site. I'm uploading it to your HUD, Fisk."

Lt.Fisk ,over the come link , informed Jacob. "Securing the perimeter Capt."
" Rek! Any Hotel Foxtrots in sight?" Fisk asked not having telescopics as Rek did.

((We used this call sign in Sarajevo/Bosnia so I hope its cool that I refer to the bad guys in this way ,Hostile Forces ,HF, Hotel Foxtrot))

Jacob's pod slammed down, shortly after deploying it's wind chute. The door blew off, with Jacob jumping out, scanning with his assault rifle raised up. "Delta zero-three! Do you read me!? Respond Delta zero-three!"

How old are you, mate?))

Rek apreciated that fact and only sent it as a line map, though most of his telescopics were shut off but those that were nesessary. Tech-Con Incorperated had a habit of overdoing the features of the Zi-Mech Battle Helmet. It had everything useful, and everything un-useful toboot. "Negative on Tango's. We're heading for the ridgeline."