Black Hearts, Inc. - Professional Merc. Org. IC Scenario A Thread
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				Title: <strong>Black Hearts, Inc. - Professional Merc. Org. IC Scenario A Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Offerings</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 03:51:54</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://gp1.wac.edgecastcdn.net/802892/production_public/Artist/1626448/image/small/1307282506_t_shirt_logo.jpg)<br><br>Profile Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173993.0)&nbsp; &nbsp; OOC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=174092.0)&nbsp; &nbsp;Main IC Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=174103.0)&nbsp; &nbsp;Scenario B Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=174106.0)</div><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Welcome to Black Hearts, Incorporated! This is just another one of your friendly neighborhood professional mercenary organizations. I'm you're Intel Specialist, Siouxsie, which means I'll be your go-to gal for -- my eyes are up here, 30 more seconds sweety, I promise -- mission information, latest intelligence, and any other important information you'll need for mission success. <br><br>Black Hearts is a professional mercenary group which also means that we operate within the legal parameters set forth by the paper-pushing powers-that-be. Any mercenaries employed by us are bound by contract, which means there won't be any random "Kill your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of their women," unless it's a legitimate mission anyways, sugar. No narcs or alcoholism because we want you at your very best and we will make you rue the day you joined our fine establishment if you dare go on mission under the influence of alcohol or narcotics and therefore putting the lives of the men and women who work with you on the line. Missions come frequently and they can last for however long it takes you and your team to successfully complete them. That means you'll be away from your families regularly and for sometimes long durations, so keep them happy! I don't like angry wives calling me. I don't get paid enough for that. If you can handle all of that then I think you'll like it here, welcome aboard!</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Hearts, Inc. - Professional Merc. Org. IC Scenario A Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Red Offerings</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 01:21:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Trans-Atlantic Chinook Flight to Tunisia - Overall Trip Success, Good</strong></div><br><br>The Chinook had been well-oiled, which meant when it had finally lifted off of the tarmac, its twin rotors working in unison to lift the large bird off of the ground, leaving smatters of black oil where it had stood. For a Chinook that was a good thing because a standing rule was to never board a Chinook that was not leaking oil. No leaking oil meant no oil and no oil for a bird was bad news. The flight had been uneventful, though full of dirty jokes and a few rounds of Texas Hold 'Em involving the crew and whichever members of the group wanted to participate. The chief pulled out his portable DVD player and they got to watch 300 while he recited most of the popular lines with as much tenacity as Leonidas himself. It was a 16 hour flight, with a mid-air fuel-up that proved uneventful. The cargo net seats seemed pretty comfortable and everyone had room to kick their legs out and catch some snooze. The trip went so well in fact that the hours passed swiftly and before they knew it, they were being notified by the Chief to get their helmets back on and grab their gear up.<br><br>As the Chinook dropped to land, the hot air seeped inside. It was night out, just like Siouxsie had said it would be if things went ideally. The crew pushed the doors open for the team and beckoned them out into the blackness. Immediately the team was met with the hot, swirling stink of cumin and goat. They had to watch out because the wash from the twin rotor blades of the Chinook was pretty powerful, so the Chief had reminded them to duck their damn heads down and run. Soon, the crew had backed the truck out of the rear of the bird and a few minutes, it hefted its great bulk into the air and ascended into the night. Once the chaotic noise from the Chinook began to fade, they were left in stillness, with the occasional bleating of a sheep and the shout of someone calling their child home. It was about 100 degrees even with the sun down and the air was heavy with the aforementioned scents. <br><br>The town where the team was supposed to set up shop for the duration of the mission, or until things got too hot to handle, whichever happened first, was indicated on the map applications for their iPads, informing them that they needed to head north-west about one mile. Ferret's iPad was already busy uploading three messages from their mystery contact. They were short and to the point since their information was vital:<br><br>The First Message:<br><br><em>All is quiet on the front. Town is Yellow-Green.</em><br><br><br>The Second Message:<br><br><em>Heavy anti-Christian protest activity. Dress for the "climate".</em><br><br><br>The Third Message:<br><br><em>Open for business east side; area heavily damaged by mortar attacks. 1 mostly intact bldg. for use.</em><br><br><br>No message to indicate if they would be contacted further. A message for everyone's iPad from Siouxsie downloaded a minute later:<br><br>Siouxsie writes: <em>Safe and sound! Good! News has been active recently, perp. and recent group following incited a big anti-Christian riot, lots of people killed. Lot of the towns are up in arms now, play it safe!</em><br><br>They were free to move on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Hearts, Inc. - Professional Merc. Org. IC Scenario A Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 16:39:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>A Ferret Flies and Manages to Land</strong></div><br>Ferret quietly listened to Siouxsie’s explanation and gave an inaudible sigh. The odds on this mission were already bad, now they just got worse losing their Leader. She quietly climbed aboard the transport and took a seat. Once settled securely, she closed her eyes and slept for their flight. About thirty minutes before they landed she opened her eyes and stretched as best she could. She quietly watched the going ons until they settled down. She was quick to be the first person off as passengers went.<br><br>Between juggling her iPad and digging for her clothes, she read the messages and then dressed. Once done she turned to Semi. “Yello-green. East side has a place to call home. Anti-Christ riot, so prepare and dress accordingly.” She turned away and climbed aboard the vehicle that would take them to their next destination. Finding a small space to settle in, she hunched over her iPad and started pulling up a program she had from her old job. <br><br>Once Semi was settled, she showed him a real time view of their destination. “This is where we’re going.” Tapping the Pad, she zeroed in on where they could set up base. “And that’s home for the duration” She let him peruse the device and map as he needed to have the information he would need to hopefully make this a success, or at the very least, get them out alive should it fail.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Hearts, Inc. - Professional Merc. Org. IC Scenario A Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 00:17:44</strong>
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				<strong>Semyon Prudius</strong><br><br>Leonard Cohen could stop waiting - the miracle had arrived. The flight ended, and Semyon had not murdered each and every member of the Chinook's crew. It was not that he was in some way lacking. He had the way: the various weapons and pieces of equipment brought along from the armoury, in addition to various things on the helicopter itself that would serve as an implement of wanton destruction of human flesh. He had the will: Semyon was not a man to hesitate or shy away from taking human life. He had the time: the interminable duration of the flight. And yet, when they touched down, Semyon disembarked like a professional operator. The Russian had been through worse, obviously. The Russian winter was a crueler mistress. Siberia's warmest embrace still ineffably harsher. But there was a certain pride that a person could derive from suffering through those, a certain nobility in enduring silently those hardships. This was simply an indignity without upside. And Semyon enjoyed <em>300</em>, but after this, his special edition DVD that had come in a metal case was probably going to be put away, out of sight and hopefully out of mind because of its association with this trip.<br><br>As the helicopter flew away, Semyon imagined behind cold blue eyes that it erupted into a ball of fire and consumed each member of the crew in conflagration. In Semyon's mind, each of the members of the Chinook crew died in agony and unmourned, and any next of kin was denied life insurance or benefits by an uncaring bureaucracy that informed each regretfully that the flight crew had, in their individual unique ways, made a crucial error in filling out paperwork and thus made each next of kin ineligible to receive anything. This pleasant dream gave Semyon the small spark of joy needed to carry on.<br><br>In the technical, Semyon surveyed the information that Ryder relayed with thorough dispassion. "Carry on, Ryder." The Russian said. "Drive at liberty, Nichole." He said to the other member of the team. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Hearts, Inc. - Professional Merc. Org. IC Scenario A Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 22:17:28</strong>
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				Nichole just drove, letting the Ferret and Semi sort out the details on her iPad as she drove the pickup towards the city. Like the others, she had dressed for the climate, both weather wise and culturally as the dark brown headscarf she had wrapped around her head was doing a halfway decent job of collecting cooling pockets of air as well as absorbing her latent sweat as it beaded in the hundred degree plus cab of the technical. At least unlike most of the beaters on the road, their truck had a well maintained suspension so the bouncing around on the underdeveloped roads of a developing nation weren’t too much of a strain on either the vehicle or its occupants.<br><br>Her gloved hands gripping the wheel, she casually drove into the thick traffic of the city, immediately gaining a feel for the standard of traffic here and realizing it was basically like so many other third world places with money. A sort of chaos with a purpose, as cars seemingly without direction packed various thoroughfares and avenues, yet others remained empty, almost looking like idyllic wastelands of entropy in the midst of hustle and bustle. There were a hundred nicks and fender benders going on all around them at some of the traffic circles and main squares but most vehicles seemed to be operating as if they had a magical bubble of energy enveloping their vehicles, keeping them just short of crashing into each other and making the chaotic cacophony of traffic and cars into something unmoving, as opposed to something flowing on its own energy.<br><br>Clearly civil strife and mass murder had done little to damper the vibrant traffic of Tunisia, not yet anyways. Maybe it was because large numbers of people were armed, and looked angry. Guns and anger could always have a positive effect on social stability, at least for a while, as any proper despot would know. <br><br>Maneuvering through the third world traffic, and doing so casually so as to not draw attention, the technical made decent headway towards their destination and what was supposed to be their home base for the duration of this mission, if everything went to plan.<br><br>Not that she knew what the plan was really. But again, she was here to drive. Not plan.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Hearts, Inc. - Professional Merc. Org. IC Scenario A Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>phoenyx</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 00:13:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>A Disgruntled and Disappearing Ferret</strong></div><br>Ferret’s lips pressed together in a tight line at Semi’s quick dismissal, but she kept her mouth shut and tapped the iPad. A quick glance, another tap and glance and then she shut it off. Already she was missing Rafael’s leadership, but there was nothing for it. And who knew, maybe Semi wouldn’t turn out to be so bad a leader in the end. Least she hoped so. She stuffed the iPad in her bag, and sat quietly as Nicole drove them to their destination.<br><br>Once they hit a shabbier part of town, Ferret dropped her bag next to Semi’s stuff. “See that finds a safe corner in our new home. I’m off to gather more up-to-date information.” With that she rolled out of the back of the vehicle and hit the ground running. In the blink of an eye she disappeared into the surroundings.<br><br>She wandered the area mixing with the people that were out and about even at this time of night. Soon she came to the spot she was needing and squatted against the building. She waited patiently, silent and still, watching the people go by. Soon she was rewarded with a young man coming to casually squat next to her. Speaking in a low voice, she introduced herself. “I am Rawiya.” Her Arabic and accent were flawless and one wouldn’t know if she was native or not under the burka.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Hearts, Inc. - Professional Merc. Org. IC Scenario A Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 06:34:14</strong>
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				Semyon nodded. Ryder presumably knew how to do her job, and did not need him to tell her how to do it or to micromanage her. So while she was off to perform her task, Semyon went about searching and clearing the building that they were going to occupy. He found only a gaunt, wild dog, and Semyon scared the animal away with a harsh growl. It was a task to which he was suited. When he was satisfied that the building was not laced with IEDs or squatters with surplus weaponry purchased by whomever ran guns cheapest in this part of the world, he brought their things in from the technical. Semyon chose a room that offered a vantage of the street below and the sturdiest door. Not that someone who was determined would be stopped by any of the doors in this hole. Even the walls would not stop Semyon himself if he had the will. <br><br>For the moment there was little to do, so Semyon settled in to wait for fresh intelligence. With any fortune, Ryder would return with a position on their target and Semyon could cry havoc and lots of people could get shot and they could be extracted. Semyon doubted that they would enjoy any fortune. He took a pull from a canteen and watched the street below.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Hearts, Inc. - Professional Merc. Org. IC Scenario A Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neysha</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 23:28:09</strong>
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				When Semyon was satisfied, Nichole was satisfied. <br><br>At least as far as the security situation was. Semyon, being all battle savvy, had managed to sweep the building of booby traps and vulnerabilities while she spent most of her time taking inventory of their equipment and finding a nice place to park their Tunisian beater of a pickup truck within the building and then, her gun never too far away, spending almost all of her time in making sure this truck of theirs wouldn't break down at some horribly dramatic moment in their lives. She was busy pounding the rust off of the pistons so that it would run more reliably as opposed to sputter and die in the dust and sand filled dry air of the Tunisian countryside... that is... if they ever had to go cross country. After that laborious and oil and grime generating job was done, she then worked on checking the suspension, again, in case of cross country escapades and did a quick check to make sure that the wheels wouldn't pop off and that the control arms weren't warped or looking weak and soon was satisfied, with some more preventive maintenance, they'd be fine for at least a while. <br><br>Satisfied, she was now a bit relieved that if they died, this vehicle was less likely to be the reason for it. <br><br>And for some reason, that made her feel better. 
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