Futuristic The Platoon

[Axel The Englishman]

THE PLATOON

Ahem..

Welcome, specially selected individuals! You're probably wondering why you've woken up in this underground facility after being drugged only moments ago. Well, you see my lucky acquaintances, you have been selected to become part of the Specialised Covert Global Operations Unit! Why? Well, my pay check isn't high enough for info like that.

You're probably confused on what you'll be doing now that you're with us. Only going on the most dangerous of missions that we can offer!

Now, you'll be wondering if you can just call it quits. You could, but you'd be leaving in a body bag.
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• Barracks
• Private Communications

• https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-platoon-barracks.316680/
• https://www.rpnation.com/threads/the-platoon-private-communications.316676/

 

[Axel The Englishman]

A rat a tat tat.

A rat a tat tat.

A rat a ta...

Oh, right. Only recurring thoughts. Thoughts within a shattered mind. Thoughts within a psychotic head. Thoughts within... Smiley!

Wait, that may have been the sound of birds smacking against the Atmospheric Troop Carrier. Collateral damage, in all fairness.

Everything seemed blank at this very moment. A quick scan from left to right and front to nothing showed about a company's worth of South African Army personnel dotted around, uncomfortable in the minuet spaces called, "seats". Quotations included.

Why were they here? Something about a tribal uprising against South African city folk. Strange, considering how well equipped and organised these tribals were. Apparently enough firepower to gun down this ATC. Well, to presume at least. Normally these things don't fly with a platoon of Challenger 4s - a gift from the British, of course. So there ought to be something that needs to be extra damaged today.

Might as well get to it. This Smiley figure just walked right up to the cargo bay door. No one objected. Probably because objection normally leads to execution.

Tap tap. One open door. It was about time to get into the heat of battle, and luckily this ATC here was just located right above the battlefield. And soon, this Smiley lad is descending through the clouds. Well, if there were clouds at all.

The use of the Emergency Parachute Unit tucked nice away in this psycho's jump pack made for an excellent and comfortable landing. That, and the bloody debris just right beneath him.

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

Tex was standing just in front of the opening above the battlefield, waiting for a group of soldiers to walk just under him. There! He jumped and fell, gaining momentum, needing no parachute or jet pack, so that the soldiers he fell on were reduced to paste, a crater in the ground marked where he fell. His torso swiveled around to shred the remaining soldiers with his twin firearms as his legs continued onwards. He had a vague idea of where he was supposed to go, but wasn't quite sure where the objective was.

 

[Axel The Englishman]

A 'face' of autonomous properties gazed at the lot jumping out of the cargo bay. An action, unauthorised by the commanding officer of the ATC. Though one should not expect as much as a simple complaint to take place. These were suppose to be the top brass. Hot stuff, so to say.

The mash of circuitry and alloys took up position behind his fellow mechanical brethren. About seven others in total, to be exact. One squad when considering the military organisation of it.

Each began to take a suicidal leap out of vessel they found themselves placed within. Each dispersing in separate directions to take on separate groups of tribal raiding parties.

The next thing that this prestigious piece of mechanical engineering found itself was above the corpse of a mangled raider.

 

[Axel The Englishman]

Sudden shock to the cranium was most undeniably, without a doubt, an exquisite reminder that you're still alive. That is if it's not something a little bit more lethal smashing into it.

This Smiley figure here. Dazed. Stunned. Paralysed. This sudden influx of pain was accompanied with a climax of excitement. Soon this psycho soldier shot up like a toddler catching eye on a plate of cookies.

One guy stepped in front. One corpse dropped to the floor. The gaping wound around his throats was made it clear why this bloke was no longer with us.

Another unfortunate man, daring to step in front of him. Soon to be met with a hefty swing to the jaw. Well, certainly there was no jaw left now.

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

Tex gunned down countless soldiers with pinpoint precision. He walked towards his goal while swiveling around to fire on these poor humans. This is why it's better to be an robot than a human. Tanks were approaching now; Tex activated his shoulder cannon and fired, destroying several.

 

[Axel The Englishman]

A collaboration of alloys and wiring began posturing itself - taking on a stance prepared for the heat of battle. A tactical move, considering the several doz - never mind. Each body had been rendered and shredded by a hailstorm launched by such fine military munitions.

One quick glance to the right and standing there was a hulk of autonomous engineering. A polite thumbs up to show some gratitude towards this tower, of course.

 

[Axel The Englishman]

One shot. Two shot. Three shot. Four. How many shots have been fired before? Of course, five now. And to accompany those five shots were five corpses limp and contorted.

Still, many insurgents continue to press on their assault against the South African Army. Their reinforcements yet to arrive. Fortunately, they just got a sample of what was to offer.

This mess of a human took a leap to the ground below. First step - approach the soldiers and offer assistance. Second step - take up cover and ready yourself. Third step - kill them all!

 

[FabulousTrash]

In darkness, there was only one light shining. The holographic screen was blue, displaying only but a terminal, the character line blinking as it waited for a human input. The girl sitting in front of the screen took a breath, opening her left hand and projected a smaller screen. The smaller screen displayed the job details.

- Sabotage all the monitoring systems
- Create a backdoor in their central network

The smaller holo-screen disappeared as the girl closed her hand, turning her attention back to the terminal. She reached over to the holographic keyboard and her fingers were soon a blur as many lines appeared on the screen in almost a few seconds