Futuristic Project Griffin: The RP (Official IC)

[DerUbermensch]

DISCLAIMER: The RP may contain intense violence, disturbing content (horror and/or jump scares), foul language, and suggestive themes. Discretion is advised.

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Mission 1: Operation Stone Gorge

February 9th, 2035. 2 PM local time.

"Excitement continues to build up across the planet in anticipation of the 13th anniversary of Unity Day!" A reporter was live on TV by a monument to the Emergence Entity. Unity Day was the holiday designated by the Emergence Entity government to celebrate the transition of its precursor, the Articles of Alliance, into the form Griffin knew and hated. The monument was at least a dozen meters/yards tall, a gold-colored statue representative of a human and a humanoid being holding hands together and side to side. "Thousands line up at the site of the Ebony and Ivory Concordat, celebrating the formation of the Emergence Entity!"

Another reporter was doing his job on the other side of the city. "Keeping their promises, the Emergence Entity built dozens of new Miracle Clinics in select cities despite attacks from fringe elements. Operations are thankfully remaining unaffected." The massive crowd cheered the arrival of Secretary Scarlett Sable, who acted as the voice of the Emergence Entity and thus the representative. She appeared as a youthfully gorgeous green-eyed redhead who used her features and charisma to charm the spectators. The male reporter announced her arrival, beaming with excitement. "Now here she comes, Secretary of the Emergence Entity...Scarlett Sable!"

She spoke in a smooth and clear manner, addressing the crowd. "A number of dissidents and malcontents repeat the mistakes of the old world. Striking our friends from the other side of existence, who only bring friendship and cooperation. Yet these tiny actions cannot break the bond between us and the Al'San. Your quality of life and safety matters to us the most! Not even I can understand why these malcontents keep attacking. Thus...I humbly ask that if you see something, say something!"

Applauds rang as a response to the last sentence. She blushed as she curtsied. The popularity wasn't without nuisance; her mailboxes, both electronic and physical, received floods of letters from adoring fans. After she left the audience, Sable wrote a note to herself on how to handle it. The note read: "Arrange a raffle by next month."

Half an hour later, meanwhile:

"Because of the celebration, the security guards are roaring drunk by now. There's only automated security at the moment, so that shouldn't be too big of an issue. Get ready to deploy." Lead tactician "John Doe" ensured that nothing would go to chance. Using a stealth VTOL drop-ship, operatives would be dropped into the field. All were unseen and unheard during the party. Everyone was in the shadows for now.

Calling the city big and shiny was equal to calling the ocean wet. Alleyways, buildings, and streets provided cover and concealment all the same. The objective was to sabotage the statue by placing detonating charges to blow it to kingdom come. That way, it signals that Griffin wasn't to be trifled with. It would be good to send a message to the world that nobody can stop the resistance. For now, the operatives were all together now freshly dropped from the craft. Whether or not they can split up into groups or stick together was up to them.

 

[Darktanion]

Gray stood front and center, her arms crossed over a loosely fitted jacket, the collar wrapped around her neck lightly. Her waist was braced with a belt of supplies, her causually spacious cargo pants filled with a variety of medical supplies hidden under closed pockets. She kept her hair pulled back into a tight pony, not one stand loose. She wore thick black gloves on her hands, similar to riding gloves but with an alternative purpose. Using the chemicals and medications she did was dangerous, it was the protection her hands needed from the work she did. Gray nodded calmly as John spoke, her eyes shifting to the outside alley as the roars of celebration continued. "The statue system is rather taxing over the celebration. What about casualties. We can't push aside the fact humans have joined this celebration too."


Gray spoke with a low tone, her eyes shifting to the sound of a soft snore. Abel laid just behind John, placed strategically on three boxes that held him in a upward position. His knees where folded upwards towards his chest with the rifle resting between them, pressed against his shoulder. His face was covered by a black hood allowing only a few strands of ginger hair to lay in view. The rest of his clothing blended in with the shadowed space of the alley, his head pressed into the barrel for support. It was rather surprising he was here for the debrief. Generally he arrived late to these events. Not surprisingly he was asleep, laying in a ridiculous space just behind John. Gray sighed at that, keeping her attention towards John.

 

[CharChar45]

"Casualty is apart of war." Wren spoke from the wall of the craft, her voice thick with a Russian accent, "Get used to it." Dynamite was strapped around her waist, along with other tools to create explosives on the fly. A heavy gun was strapped to her back as well, with a string of ammo wrapped around her chest. She was a rather muscular woman, her platinum blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, stern, dark eyes watching Gray. She was a cold woman, who showed a lack of emotion with any mission assigned to them. War had hardened her, and made her who she was today.

"Aw don't be so such a downer," Blades said with a chuckle, spinning two knives and tucking them into the sheaths at her side. She looked to Abel, grinning as she saw him fast asleep. "Oi!" She yelled, nudging him with her foot, "Time to get going sleeping beauty."

 

[Windsock]

Yensen rotated his head, and tightened the scavenged ballistic face-mask he requisitioned to cover his features during an operation. Then, clutching his assault rifle by the handle in his left hand, he checked the rest of his equipment. Medical supplies, check. Additional Ammo, check. Side-arm, check. Sufficiently pleased, he looked to the others and motioned to the sky.

"Quite strange, nobody notices the jet."

Looking to the alleyway, he activates the little radio in his ear. "Doe, Standard Operating Procedure for this mission? Will you designate a field captain?", he paused, glancing at the squad before continuing. "How far did we land from the target?"

He'd hate to walk a couple miles. He was getting old.

 

[BassJunkyLeader]

Gabriel sat a part from the group not very far off. Though he picked his current position at random, it was almost symbolic. He liked to things his way but knew that wasn't that a good option as of now. As mission orders were being issued, he tightened his rifle strap and walked back to the group, stepping out of the darkness.

Gabriel wore his black faceless helmet and his grey blue hoodie that had a large "01" on the left side. He wore it unzipped to reveal his blue shirt girded with Kevlar over top. Gabe jeans were some what battered, knee pads gripping to their place. His hands were concealed within black leather gloves.

He positioned himself within the group, crouching near Gray. As for the casualties; Gabe didn't speak his opinion on that. Putting a hand his one of his pistols, he spoke.

"We do what we need to tonight," Gabe said, rather reluctantly. He wasn't that fond of casualties either but he knew things had to be done to stop these entities from doing more harm. "Let's get this party really started. All good paranormal parties have fire."

 

[DerUbermensch]

Good news was that the monument wasn't too far from their position. No more than a kilometer and a half (IE no more than one mile) was the distance. John Doe took advantage of the drunkards to make the stealth landing. Bad news for the Emergence Entity was that Griffin picked a good time to strike.

The teams converged near the objective. However, wandering drone patrols were accompanied by humanoid robots. While they used electric and magnetic weapons such as tasers and slug throwers, they weren't bulletproof. The operatives were still hidden, though they could attack and get them out of the way. Or they can advance and close in once they move during patrol.

It was entirely up to the squads. "SOP for this operation is stealth first, then attack when we're compromised. Designating Gray for our field captain for this mission. She has abilities what would help out tremendously. We're not too far from the target, only a click away at most."

((Edited for clarity purposes))

 

[Darktanion]

Gray scowled at the responses, shifting her weight in annoyance. "Forgive me I thought the purpose of this damn team was to save the human race. Not kill it." She stepped forward, pulling an ear piece from her pocket and pressing it into her ear. "John. I find it might be more appropriate if Wren, Gabe and I take the first sweep. We don't need a repeat of the last missions incident."
Sanguivores had a habit of being almost indistinctive in comparison to human counter parts. They where also far more dangerous. Though it wasn't anticipated they would be here, she found herself weary. It was often unwise for the medic type to be in the fist wave, however her ability to tell the enemies apart would also be one of her greatest assets.

Abel was almost completely un-phased by the sudden hit to his foot, Gray's eyes drifting over to watch them as she waited for John's okay. "Wasting your time. He doesn't wake up for any of us." She muttered under her breath after she spoke, her words incoherent. She always felt having Abel as a sniper was a liability. This feeling only heightened when he feel asleep during a mission he was suppose to be overseeing her safety on. It didn't matter to her that he was narcoleptic. She felt strongly due to his history and obvious handicap he wasn't appropriate for the team. No matter how good his shot. A part of her theorized he was sleeping with John. Why else keep him around? Either way since his last hiccup she hasn't been to keen on his usefulness. "We should keep ourselves spread out. Inconspicuous.

 

[CharChar45]

Wren nodded in agreement. "Someone will need to pull any guards away from the statue, then I can go up and strap the bomb onto it."

"I can handle that," Blades responded, grinning as she patted the knives at her side. "I'm fairly good at causing a ruckus."

 

[BassJunkyLeader]

Gabe listened as the conversation went back and forth. Only half listening, he looked out over the gatherings edge. He eyed possible set backs and other obstacles, calculating the possible outcomes. As soon as orders were issued, Gabe snapped back into action. Gray as their field captain seemed extremely logical, though Gabe had only met her recently. He adjusted his helmet and then spoke.

"Perhaps I should cover Wren as she plants the charges." he suggested. "Just saying."

 

[DerUbermensch]

John Doe assessed the lay of the land. "Attacking robots with small knives is a little daft. Though a shotgun blast can make scrap out of them. Likewise with other firearms." His assessment was mainly directed towards Blades. "Our sharpshooters are a good choice in covering fire." Gabe was the best bet as he wasn't too vulnerable in close quarters.

Patrols of machines shifted away from the hidden squad, none the wiser of the potential ambush. The monument was free to sabotage. Though there were civilians, they were too drunk to sound the alarm. Drunkards were away from the monument, as it was deemed too valuable to puke or sleep on.

 

[CharChar45]

Blades grinned wickedly, pulling back her trench coat to reveal the shot gun hidden under the leather. "Don't worry Capt," she said cockily, "I got this." With that, she smoothly pulled up her hood to conceal her face and jumped out of the ship quietly and gracefully. She landed on the ground with barely a sound, standing and cracking her neck. With the combination of her knives and the shotgun, she had the machines covered. It was up to everyone else to do their part. Blades pulled out her small MP3 player out of her pocket, slipping on the earphones and pressing play. The music thrummed in her ears as she moved forward, keeping one hand rested on the hilt of her knife, the other ready to pull out the shotgun at any given moment.

Wren sighed and shook her head as Blades recklessly made her way towards the machines. Yes, the girl was talented, but very much a liability with her actions. Much to arrogant for Wren's taste. Refocusing on the mission at hand, Wren turned her attention to Gray. "Give the word whenever you're ready to depart," she stated in a professional manner as she pushed herself to her feet, her metal leg creaking from the effort. Sounded like she would need to oil it soon.

 

[IdeaLover]

Squad CKS separated from the other operatives soon after the ship landed. Ying made her way through the streets with a bottle of wine in hand. She looked the part of just another party-going celebrator of Unity Day. She made her way towards the Monument, taking care to stay in character while avoiding the harassment of drunkards. Stumbling slightly nearby one of the patrolling machines, she nicked it with her combat knife leaving the blade behind. It was slightly embedded, more so magnetized or stuck, in the machines exterior framing. As she neared the Monument she spoke into her ear piece. "One of the patrolling bots has a 'hack' in it. If someone can operate that bot and disperse any stragglers nearby, I'll set the charges." To another channel she asked, "C-K, how's my position?"

"You have a small window," Nun replied. From his position, atop one of the nearby building, he had a clear view of the square around the Monument. "Ying, make it fast. You're starting to stand out. There aren't many by the monument, so just set the charges and get out." Nun was starting to worry. A drunk security officer could easily make a call if they saw something suspicious. Serena hadn't hidden her face either. If she was noticed then her infiltration days would be at an end. The machines recorded everything they saw, even if their programming didn't denote something a crime, their memory could be searched to identify a suspect. Nun didn't like the style of this operation. He kept watch, observing the patrols and tagging them with his visor. "Hurry it up, we don't have time to wait it to be all clear..." Nun thought to himself. He nudged the one napping beside him. "Bakudan prepare several smoke grenades. Maybe a firework or two as a distraction."

Yawning, Bakudan rolled over to his anchored grenade launcher that was setup like a mortar. "Nine nades loaded, seven smokes and three fireworks. Ready to go anytime." He did his work quickly before lying back down and resting his head. "I don't see why we can't just shoot off a few rockets or something. I mean as long as it gets the job done, the method doesn't really matter." He wondered aloud. "To think there really was other life out there, first they were on our doorstep and now they've taken our home..."

 

[Darktanion]

Gray stepped forward, her hand touching her ear piece as the voices flowed through the soft booming speaker. "Ying. Hold back and keep a low position till Wren is able to get there. We aren't in a hurry. We need to do this right and minimalize unnecessary casualties." She moved into the crowd, tilting her head to gesture those around her to move into positions. "Stay alarm guys. CK, are there any human guards by the statue?"
She purposely left John and Abel behind, Abel slowly stirring as he pushed himself up, looking around sleepily. "... Did we win already?" He uttered, pushing himself up, pushing his sniper rifle to the back of his spine, held on by a long strap.

Gray slipped through the crowd, her eyes shifting from face to face. The majority of those attending were humans and androids. But she highly doubted that was all that hid in the crowd. The entities had such a rare ability to blend in. It was something he was weary over. "Take the east Wren, and Blades keep the cockiness under control."

 

[DerUbermensch]

The squads were now primed to set the charges. The good news was that no humans/humanoids have noticed their presence. They were either on break or too drunk to do anything. Surprisingly, Ying's knife tagging didn't set off the alarm as it the nick was soft enough for stealth. Cover wasn't blown for now.

After the charges were set:

However, there was a monkey wrench in the works. A rogue drone suddenly appeared. While it was alone, it had a good range of vision, spotting the group after they have planted the charges. The noise wasn't the reason for the cover to be blown. The drones themselves had bomb detection capabilities. "So much for stealth! Take down the bots!" The drones were moving to flank each of the operatives. Blades would now find herself staring down automatons with slug throwers. The automatons moved into cover, ready to fire. Two more automatons and two more drone arrived into the area surrounding the monument. The enemy number count was approximately nine, with five drones and four automatons. The operatives need to take down the machines and clear the area to provide for a clean getaway.

((OOC note: Even the best laid plans can go awry.))

 

[BassJunkyLeader]

Gabe's focus turned as the perfect cover for the team crumbled before his eyes. The automatons surrounded them quickly, and the drone eyed them from above. This was a pain, Gabe thought. He eyed the mechanical troops, calculating furiously. He spotted the sluggers easily, noting there possible ability to take out team members without fatally wounding them.

"Those ones get it first." he said swiping his pistols from their holster and tossing it into the air before grabbing it's hilt with skill. "It's game time metal heads!"

Gabe fired some what aimlessly into the sluggers direction, allowing him to escape to a nearby building. It wasn't a large one, but it was far enough for what Gabe wanted. He slid his pistols back into their holsters, and pulled out his sniper rifle. He took aim at a slugger machine and fired.

 

[CharChar45]

Blades narrowed her eyes as the automans appeared in front of her, tilting her head to the side as the music beat steadily in her ears. In one swift movement, she pulled out her small shotgun with one hand, and her throwing knives tucked into her belt with the other. There was no hesitation as she darted forward in a zig zag motion in order to avoid the slugs being thrown at her. Twisting, she flung one of her throwing knives straight into the core of one of the automans, not causing any damage, but hitting it with enough force to stagger it slightly. Blades followed up the strike with a quick blast from her shot gun, the automaton shattering from the shot. She quickly dove behind cover as more slug were fired at her, quickly scanning the area for a better strategy then facing a group of bots head on. Yes, she was skilled, but she wasn't stupid.

Wren growled as the bots appeared, pulling the gun from her back and gripping it in her hands. She eyed the bots warily, raising the machine gun and pulling down the trigger. Bullets flew out from the barrel, quickly tearing into the metal of the machines.

 

[Blitzer]

Jericho Melark grinned, as he checked his rifle, a modernized M-4 rifle. He'd never been a good Russian. Never could get with the AK rifle series. His silencer was on, colt .45 revolver checked, Jericho check, stun and smoke grenades check, Kevlar check. Hmm, his other implements a stiletto and a Bowie were ready to slid out. Beyond that were tools of his trade, Russia had trained him well. All of this was hidden under his trench coat as he briskly strode through the streets to the meet up point. It sounded like they'd started the party without him. Well he would be infiltrating deeper before engaging. No one questioned a boyish looking blonde haire bloke. Perhaps even 14, if you stretched it. No expected him to be packing weapons that was for sure.

He observed the team attacking the drones from a distance and skirted away from them. Compromise was imminent. Make a plan, Make plan B, Watch everything go to hell. He sighed slowly and drew his revolver. Even though it was a .45 the bullets were fitted with small EMP bullets. Once they hit a robot, they would be shut down. He set his feet and quickly started shooting. 15 shots he fired knocking out ten robots. He swiftly sheathe his Jericho and drew his M-4 and slammed in armor piercing rounds as he retreated into a building firing.

 

[IdeaLover]

"All clear Gray, just bots." Nun replied. He had been focusing on the ground units and hadn't noticed the drones. Ying held position as ordered. When Wren arrived they set the charges and were beginning to disperse, but the drones overhead alerted a few patrolling units. Nun noticed quickly. "There's four units moving towards the Monument. Wren, Ying, get out of there." He aimed for the closest bot to Ying and fired.

Ying had just finished setting the charges. "We're out in the open Wren! We need to move quick." She switched off the safety on her weapon and made a break for the buildings. The square around the Monument provided essentially no cover. Even if the bots were using non lethal rounds, those slugs packed some power. As far as she was aware, bots had perfect aim within the effective range of their weapon. The drones, however, worried her the most. "K! Pop those smoke grenades we need cover."

Hearing Nun shout about a patrol moving in, Bakudan shot up and readied his launcher. He took aim and fired each smoke to cover a maximum area. The square around the Monument would be quickly covered unless the drones intercepted his grenades. "Fireworks on stand by, did we ever get field data on the targeting system of these drones?"

 

[Darktanion]

Gray pulled out her pistol, keeping close to the others, her eyes shifting around to the bots. It wasn't ideal placement, but they had to hurry. She raised her guns firing, the echoes of bullets causing chaos in the ground. She grunted as people abruptly dispersed, smacking into her. With pedestrians it was nearly impossible to keep any distance or movement. "Wren! Ying, lets go. We need to get out of the streets."

A hand abruptly grabbed Nun, yanking him back. A long barrel slid to the side of his view, abruptly firing, the drone abruptly crashing to the ground. Abel smiled looking to him, pulling his eyes from the scope. "Your really open here." He spoke softly, his expression rather relaxed for the situation. "We should probably detonate and rally back.."
Gray looked over as the Abel's voice echoed in the ear sets. "When the charges are primed detonate it. You guys have till then to clear it."

 

[DerUbermensch]

Gabe slaughtered one of the bots with his sniper rifle (rolled a nine). While the pistol shot did set up the attack (rolled a six), it was the sniper rifle that did that machine in. Blades and Wren attacked their targets mercilessly, shredding them to scrap metal (two eights). The former did initiate the kill with a good throw (rolled a seven). Jericho missed (four) during his wild firing and when he attempted to fire his rifle, it jammed (1)! The M4 carbine was notoriously unreliable, meaning Jericho should have stuck to Russian guns. Nun grazed the robot in the arm (five). Ying was allowed to escape, but a drone was on her tail (three)! Bakudan did pop smoke grenades, but they were intercepted by the drones (two). There was a reason why they couldn't just fire missiles at the monument. Gray and Abel were effective on taking down a drone and maiming the remaining automaton (both eights).

The automaton saw Jericho as the main threat, firing the slug (rolled a seven) that didn't knock out cold, but merely gave disorientation (minus 1 or 2 at rolls depending on range) that should wear off over time or if he hunkers down. The pursuing drone after Ying attempted a stun with the taser, but only got a small jolt (rolled a five) that merely gave her a nasty shock of pain. Likewise with a drone on Gray, which saw her as the most vulnerable. It attempted to attack the medic with its taser, but it gave a mere jolt similarly to Ying (rolled a six). The third drone, unlike the others, attempted to go up close and personal (plus five for rolls). Because she was out in the open, the third drone chose Blades. What intended to knock out cold was just a mere disorientation (rolled a 2, plus five, seven overall). Though at such a close range, disorientation was rather pointless. The last drone then attempted to go for the low-hanging fruit with Abel, but gave a mere jolt (six) of pain.

 

[CharChar45]

Blades winced as she was hit, staggering back slightly from the impact. She quickly shook it off, narrowing her eyes and watching the automan in front of her carefully. She abruptly lunged forward, moving to strike her blade into the side of the machine, aiming her shotgun at another and pulling down on the trigger.

Wren seemed satisfied that her bullets did their job well, though her face still held the usual stern, emotionaless stare. Keeping her gun in her grip, she moved forward, her metal leg clanking against the ground. She was prepared to fire at any enemies that got in her way, and focused on getting away from the statue so the charges could be detonated.

 

[Blitzer]

Jericho growled slowly but his mind automatically did what it was prepared. He shook off the shock as quickly as he could slamming his hand into the wall using the shock to drive himself back into reality. He quickly unjammed his rifle in 2.5 seconds. Now he swiftly exited the building and moved up firing slowly. It wouldn't do to get pinned down as commando. He pulled out a grenade, a flash grenade to disorient the robots and yelled, "Flash Grenade!" before throwing.

 

[BassJunkyLeader]

Gabe wasn't a pro at the sniper rifle, but yet he wasn't unpracticed. There was a reason they called him Hornet. When he struck, he it struck where it stung. He loaded up another shot as he looked at the bots from his current post.

"Take that you bloody clankers!" he whooped, his accent thick and noticeable. He looked down the barrel and took another shot at a drone near Abel.

((OOC note: Just a heads up, try and use Hornet from now on, please. It fits his lore better. It's okay if you make a mistake.))

 

[Windsock]

Yensen, befitting a man who isn't actually experienced at the whole shoot-out thing, went into action a noticeably long time after the others. Instinctively getting into cover first, he soon realized he had a gun and actually had work to do as the medic. It's his job to keep people alive, after all.

Advancing from his coincidental position as the 'caboose', he moved closer to the monument, taking cover again next to a nearby metal bench. Watching as his team-mates get swarmed by robots, he 'walked' while crouching to his recently-zapped and prodded allies, trying not to be seen in the commotion of attacks and counter-attacks. Sneaking closer, he decided to reveal himself by popping off a few shots from his assault-rifle, aiming at none of the enemies in particular, but just firing in their general direction.

If he wasn't so focused, he'd be embarrassed that he had no idea what the fuck he was doing.

He crouched back into cover, reloading his assault rifle while talking into the radio. "This is Yensen! Who's injured?!"

 

[Darktanion]

-Gray winced, barking slightly in pain as she staggered back. A growl left her lips as she pulled up her weapon, firing again as she stepped back. "Jesus Yensen. Your screaming in the fucking mic. Keep doing that we'll all need our ears checked. Everyone pull back, our goal isn't to elimate the bots. Our goal is the monument. Everyone stay in pairs but keep spread out! You all have two minutes. Don't be that person." -She steps back fording at another, her back pushing up against Blades- "come on"

Abel grabs Nun, pulling him back with him smiling slightly. "Is it alright if I stick with you?" -He didn't wait for an answer, pushing him onto motorcycle sitting on the street edge, slipping onto the front- "Better hold on. I've been told I'm not very good."
-He presses the button, the bike roaring to life as he takes off with a sudden jolt-