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Post by Janxi on Jun 10, 2012 23:56:12 GMT -5
"T-tha-Flea ain't that sensitive 'bout her height. I mean hell, that lil cat there? Wif her abilities, an' trainin'? I reckon she could take down a squad of dogboys, or even uh whole platoon of infantry. I'd bet on tha two-uv-us against a reg-lar commando team. Now any time she wants to take on tha reigning queen of 2nd Force Recon, she kin try!" Janxi nuzzled her small pal and hugged her.
"Give us uh third cat? Hell, I reckon we could topple Foxtrot Quebec City!"
She watched Takota go and thought of following, but she knew, with her shot working properly, that a tom needed some space.
When Takota returned, she gave him a single nuzzle.
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Post by dakota on Jun 11, 2012 7:49:47 GMT -5
"Captain Fraser must have her reasons." scope said, defending Sam. " Besides, it's not like we can leave without her." He chuckled and then followed Janxi to the barracks to gear up, and Det followed him.
The other man with Captain Fraser didn't look overly impressed by the interuption, but he said nothing. The soldier was older and wore no rank insignia ( a big no-no), but he fit the desription he had gotten in his orders of Warrant Officer Trassk, his new squad's XO. "Great, more fresh meat." He said, looking at Kain," Cap, I'm gonna go grab my crap, we're gonna be late for dust off."
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Post by Janxi on Jun 11, 2012 16:22:42 GMT -5
"Y'all ever hunt wif cats bafore? We do it a lil different than dogboys. Less by smell, more by sight, and a lot of hearin'. Det? Bofe me an' Tori are EOD qualified, includin' underwater... But this here's yer bread'n butter. We don't wanna go gittin in yer way iffen we kin help it. We don't mind disarmin boobie traps, but yer tha senior crab. I ain't got no beef deferrin' to you."
"Juss like yew Scope. I'm a Scout Sniper an' all, but when it comes to the big kills, yer tha man. Ah prefer a DM's role, but if you need a spotter, T's 'bout tha best there is. An me? I ain't never minded spottin' neither."
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Post by dakota on Jun 13, 2012 5:25:30 GMT -5
Tori looked up and saw Sam with a stranger. "Hey look! Here comes Capt'n Sam now wif some guy! Mebbe she's bringin' in a ringer!" |
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Post by Tori on Jun 13, 2012 7:47:34 GMT -5
(OOC: That was a ham-handed effort to jump-start things made with the assumption that people are at least moving toward the airfield. And sooner or later someone WILL walk into view. I'll take the post down.)
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Post by Tori on Jun 13, 2012 7:49:23 GMT -5
Tori began to get impatient. Her impatient tic was to hum the old song "Tom's Diner."
"Do-do-do-do do dodododo..."
"I thought we had a mission..."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 13, 2012 9:54:57 GMT -5
Sam nods at the new recruit with a polite smile and says, "Welcome aboard, Corporal." Looking over at Shep, Sam replies, "I'll see you there." To the new corporal, Sam says, "We're due to depart shortly. Let's find the rest of the team so we can get introductions done and get moving." Sam is friendly enough but move with purpose as she starts to head out to look for the rest of the team.
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Post by foxx on Jun 13, 2012 12:10:50 GMT -5
Kain watches the warrent officer take off. It would be nice to be working with another Specfore in the field. He even had a lot of the bad habits Special Forces operatives develop when going into the field; useful bad habits.
"Yes ma'am." Replying to Sam. He feel in step behind her, just off to her left as the went about securing the rest of the team and getting started with the mission. As he already geared up for the mission he wouldn't terry any longer then needed. "So what do I call you during the op, besides ma'am, ma'am?"
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Post by Mierin on Jun 14, 2012 8:56:43 GMT -5
Sam looks over at Kain and replies, "Sam is fine."
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Post by dakota on Jun 14, 2012 14:33:23 GMT -5
Once everyone was geared and waiting on the pad, the Shyhawk hovered over for pickup. Scope let out an " Uh oh" as the door gunner beckoned them towards the ship as it touched down, the doberman dogboy eyeing the three cats with what might have been a smile.
Shep was the last to arrive, and his gear looked like he loaded for a war, not a mission. He rested his arms across his rifle slung across his chest. His expression was all business as he asked," Everyone double checked and good to go?"
"Shep," Det groaned," this ain't a bunch of newbies you're talking to. We're geared."
Trassk glared, " I know, that's the problem. Fine, don't cry to me when you're out of dry socks. Tori, don't start with tour guide." He nodded towards the door gunner.
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Post by Tori on Jun 14, 2012 23:30:42 GMT -5
"Hey, I got no beef with the pooch 'til he says we got gator problems... And I hope the dickhead doesn't dive in thinkin' he kin solve 'em hissself." Tori took another plug of catnip and headed toward the helo.
Tori sized up the newcomer. She was absolutely tiny at 4'5". On the other hand, she was wiry and full of dense muscle. She looked like an especially stubby grey tabby cat, with the physique of a human gymnist. Her armor was CS navy issue, and bore a navy woodland camouflage pattern. She had short round ears with a white spot on back . Her rifle looked Triax, though the FSE was pointed down and it had a stock. Beneath the barrel was an M26 shotgun. Between the rifle, a pistol, and a load of bombs, she seemed ready to kill. On her head was a boonie hat. She covered her eyes from the morning sun with a pair of Oakleys. Here and there were knives and vibro-claws. On her chest was the "Budweiser" insignia of a Naval Commando. An eagle with a pistol and trident. She also sported naval jump wings, subdued and sewn on as a patch.
"SO-3 Tori, late of SEAL Team 3... Hooya." She offered as a greeting. "I reckon I'm team point and corpsman."
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Post by Janxi on Jun 15, 2012 13:11:25 GMT -5
Janxi was pretty much the opposite of her small partner. She stood a full two feet taller, and where Tori was wiry, she was a wall of muscle. She sported the physique of a bodybuilder. Like Tori, she wore dive-rated CNA-2 armor, painted in a similar pattern with a bit less green and a little more brown coupled with a "chicken suit" to break up her profile. On her head was a marine's 8-point cap. She had a subdued marine combat swimmer's insignia, and naval jump wings. If Tori looked like a naval commando, everything about Janxi screamed recon landing team from Naval Infantry.
Being bigger, she could carry a bit more than Tori. She carried a big JA-12 rifle, a Benelli shotgun on her back. Grenades, and what looked like a massive cannon in a long gun case strapped to her pack. She had ample knives, bombs, tools, grenades and whatever else might be needed. On her arm was a juicer claw that was even bigger than her natural claws.
"Howdy... Cpl. Janxi, late of Second Force Recon. Weapons and DM..."
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Post by foxx on Jun 15, 2012 13:43:48 GMT -5
Kain regarded the introducing cats with a welcoming nod, "Corporal Kain, Specfore Engineer. If its broke and you need it fixed I'm the guy to go too, likewise if you need it broke, modified, or otherwise have the item working beyond its intended function. I'm also the scrounger, so if we're out in the field long enough and you need it, just ask me to find it."
Nothing stood out about Kain at the moment since he was wear Special Forces armor, number 8 stenciled where it should be. He was arm with the issue CP-50 and 30, with enough gear for light travel. The took bag look well use and seen a little action already.
"Shall we get started? I hear we have a mobile base to detonate." With that Kain pulls himself inside to find himself a seat. Once sitting he pulls off the helmet and rolls his neck to loosen the muscles. He sports a three week old beard and his hair is grown out from the military cut from before. A sure sign he's been working already.
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Post by Tori on Jun 15, 2012 22:39:33 GMT -5
Tori laughed, with a wheezy animal sound that would remind Kain of the old cartoon character Muttley, only slightly more feminine. "I reckon we're all pretty good at breakin' things, but between tha two-uv-us, Det, an' now a sapper like you, we'll make that kraut tank stop tickin..."
She followed Kain and took a seat beside him. He seemed like a good enough human. At least he wasn't laying down game on a female, and knew how to wear his armor. She expected as much from Specforce, but the last mission left her distrustful of strange humans.
Her gaze fell on the doberman, making eye contact, as she boarded. She said nothing, but the gaze said this: "Yeah, I can take you."
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Post by Janxi on Jun 16, 2012 10:54:45 GMT -5
Janxi looked like a big jaguar. She had brown fur with even browner rosettes, and tawny flecks here and there.
She watched Tori stinkeye the Doberman and chuffed. "Mebbe he'll build a fahr in tha heart of rat country...
She looked back to Kain and licked her nose twice, showing off massive canine teeth that seemed even whiter against her dark coat. "Me an' T-Bone over there were part of Team Shagcat."
The Shagcat program was a collection of female battlecats and kill cats. They were usually divided into pairs, a kill-cat with a battlecat, who shared the same environmental specializations. Some desert, some jungle, some mountain, some cold and some swamp. Most had battle and kill cat training, which was akin to ninja school. Some were trained as commandos. A few came from other branches like the Naval Commandos or Naval Infantry. A pair of shags could be assigned to a SOG team to provide environmental specialization, additional stealth and a lot of extra oomph for two more mouths to feed.
She sat across from Tori and watched for Takota to enter the helo. "How long you been in Kain?"
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