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Rathlin Cress - August 19, 2012 05:15 AM (GMT) -ON- Holding Cell

Rathlin woke up but didn't move he was furious. "That rotten sod shot me! Four times! What a pansy" Rathlin thought.

"By the way, that was awesome, the way you tackled that man into the water!"

Rathlin snorted at that, finally sitting up. "Yeah it was, right up to the point where that bloody bloke shot me. Four times at that! I think i made he a tad upset." Rathlin said looking around the room and finally at Meghan.

Rathlin looked at the guards in the room, he figured he could take them out no problem. Only problem would be not killing them in the process. Rathlin finally dropped his gaze on the should be interrogator.

"So can i get a 1/2 pound hamburger Ketchup only on a wheat bun, medium, steak fries, cold coke and sour cream & onion Pringles?" Rathlin asked "Hey Meghan what would you like? I'm starved"

-OFF- TAG

Melinda Macintosh - August 19, 2012 10:17 PM (GMT) On:

"Never considered you a dog, Anne." Mel teased with a grin, "But if you're going to be my hound, you better catch them.".

She turned back to the list, "We still have about eight out in the field. Including Havenborn and his grunt. They're static so go get him." She stood up. "You know what, you're going to need a partner, and Jake's in the cells." She smiled and grabbed a vest from the locked in the cabin and strapped it on.

"So let's roll." She grinned widely, grabbing her M4 with Intar rounds, making sure the test-rounds are actually in the clips before taking them. The next thing she took was her SIG P229 DAK with Intar rounds. "Shall we?"

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Berge

Anne-Laure Berge - August 20, 2012 06:42 AM (GMT) ON

"Never considered you a dog, Anne. But if you're going to be my hound, you better catch them."

Anne-Laure shrugged as she grabbed a map and began looking over the master map and cross-checking it against the location of the trainees still on the grounds.

"Year and a half as a pathfinder and sniper with French Special Forces, so I think I should." She replied with a grin, "Or else some particularly nasty folks in Libya were stupid on top of overambitious. But they're also dead, so there's that."

We still have about eight out in the field. Including Havenborn and his grunt. They're static so go get him. You know what, you're going to need a partner, and Jake's in the cells."

"Yes, with the civilian and that other one that apparently beat up one of the Russians we brought in. Not a good idea, you know? Beating up one's instructors. Tends to come back to haunt them, and an American Green Beret and Russian paratrooper? I hope he doesn't try to add Jake to that list." Anne-Laure replied as she looked next at the best possible insertion point via beam-in.

"Looks like if we come in on the back side of this ridge here, it's not much in terms of elevation, but it will conceal our approach. The storm should help mask our beam-in as well. Just stay low, blend in with the environment, move only what you must, and take only shots you can make count, and I think we'll have more prisoners for Jake's little fun house." Anne-Laure explained.

The two were then beamed onto the grounds themselves, behind a ridge. Rain continued to pour down as Anne-Laure fell back into her skills, crouching down and moving carefully over to a cluster of rocks, her FAMAS up and at the ready, eyes scanning through the night and rain to find who still was left.

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Audie Mjolnir - August 24, 2012 03:33 AM (GMT) ON Holding Cell

Harmony grinned as Cress put in his order, then added, "Yeah, sweet potato fries and a veggie burger for me!" She laughed, then glanced at Cress. "Are you hurt at all? They can't deny us medical care, right?"

Struggling to her feet (she was more tired than she'd realized), she walked to the door and pounded on it. "Hey! I need a medical kit!" She glanced at Rethan as she stepped back from the door.

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Melinda Macintosh - August 28, 2012 05:56 PM (GMT) On:

Even though beaming was something she started to get used to, it never really caught on with her, she somehow always felt as if her stomach was shrunken and her heart was beamed about a mile above from where it should be. But that was beside the point.

Mel raised her M4, holding it at the grip and the extra grip, making a sweeping motion away from Anne-Laure to clear the area.

She followed Anne-Laure towards the rocks, continualy moving her M4 slowly so she could get eyes on target. "How about I move around the ridge and shake them up and you get on top so you can take them out from above?" She offered in hushed voices as she took a knee fr a moment.

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Alem Maruki - August 31, 2012 04:52 AM (GMT) ON Holding Cell

"Medical kit?" The guard glowered at them, then looked at his companion and spoke in a strange language, laughing. "No, you can suffer, unless you want to tell us why you are here."

Grinning, Harmony looked up at the man. "Well, because this is training and you put us here." She started to giggle but was caught short as the man grabbed her and shoved her against the wall.

"This isn't a joke, or a party," he snarled, looking at Cress. "So, how did you get here? And what is your mission?" He moved his arm up against Harmony's neck, cutting off her air.

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Rathlin Cress - September 4, 2012 06:07 AM (GMT) -ON- HOLDING CELL

. "Are you hurt at all? They can't deny us medical care, right?"

Struggling to her feet (she was more tired than she'd realized), she walked to the door and pounded on it. "Hey! I need a medical kit!" She glanced at Rethan as she stepped back from the door.

Rathlin rubbed his chest where the Russian shot him. "Naw, I'm fine enough, my pride is hurt tho." Rathlin said smiling, looking at the guards and the unknown man sitting in the room figuring out how he was going to take them out with out killing them. He repositioned him self so he could look at his bare feet handled the short fight and pop up and take any of the 3 hostiles in the room once he got his opening.

"Medical kit?" The guard glowered at them, then looked at his companion and spoke in a strange language, laughing. "No, you can suffer, unless you want to tell us why you are here."

Grinning, Harmony looked up at the man. "Well, because this is training and you put us here." She started to giggle but was caught short as the man grabbed her and shoved her against the wall.

"This isn't a joke, or a party," he snarled, looking at Cress. "So, how did you get here? And what is your mission?" He moved his arm up against Harmony's neck, cutting off her air.

"Oh joy it's still a hostile training mission and trying to throw us off?" Rathlin thought as he popped into a low dive to the guard trying to kill Meghan.

Rathlin move faster then the guard could react, grabbing the man's night-stick with one hand and the guards collar with the other and ripped the man off Meghan down to the floor and drove the captured nightstick into the man's diaphragm knocking the air out right of him.

The other guard was fast and trained but he was using his nightstick like a club and rushing like a amateur, club and arm above his head which was his biggest mistake.

Rathlin leaped and charged the guard catching the 2nd guards wrist holding the nightstick and drove his nightstick in the man's diaphragm dropping him like a sack of potatoes. Grabbing the 2nd nightstick and turned to the 3rd man who welcomed them, but he didn't get up from where he was sitting.

"Meghan are you alright?" Rathlin asked with out taking his gaze off the unknown man sitting across the room from him. "Look for a gun and cover the door while I talk to our guest here." Rathlin said with a predatory stare. "So I'm a assuming you're one of the trainers here, I have to ask how are we at Resisting in our training program? That guy should learn not to assault my comrades and ask questions politely. wouldn't agree?" Rathlin asked the man with out leaving his combat stance.

Rathlin really hoped Meghan would find a gun. He was starting to loose his energy.

-OFF- TAG Meghan, Powers.

Melinda Macintosh - September 4, 2012 08:34 AM (GMT) On:

At the moment that Cress moved agressively, alarms went off outside the simulation which triggered more people jacking in. One of them was Staff Sergeant Lucas Hayworth, commander of the guard.

His team flooded the interrogation room, six men or women with full combat gear, holding their MP7's all at Cress and Meghan. "Release the guard or be shot!" was Lucas' order, stepping out of the crowd, his baklava covering his face like all of his team mates. He swung his MP7 on his back in a fluent movement as he moved forward and kicked Cress straight in the back of his knee, forcing him down on one knee.

While standing back on two feet, Lucas pulled his side arm and pointed it at Cress' head. "Strap him down and call the boss!" he ordered towards one of his men as he kept his eyes on Cress. "Move and I will shoot you, and this isn't one of those training rounds, we're talking live ammo. Try your luck." Lucas said as he kept his eyes straight on Cress, his finger already halfway down the squeeze of the trigger, applying four of the neccesary 5,6 pounds of pressure the trigger on his Glock 17 needs.

"Want to see who's faster?" He challenged Cress, ready to execute him in-simulation.

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Powers Cress

Rathlin Cress - September 4, 2012 09:29 PM (GMT) -ON- HOLDING CELL

Rathlin was tapped out after that last burst. Then the guards back up came in way to fast to believe and there was no way to stop them all and make there break out now.

While standing back on two feet, Lucas pulled his side arm and pointed it at Cress' head. "Strap him down and call the boss!" he ordered towards one of his men as he kept his eyes on Cress. "Move and I will shoot you, and this isn't one of those training rounds, we're talking live ammo. Try your luck." Lucas said as he kept his eyes straight on Cress, his finger already halfway down the squeeze of the trigger, applying four of the neccesary 5,6 pounds of pressure the trigger on his Glock 17 needs.

"Want to see who's faster?" He challenged Cress, ready to execute him in-simulation.

"No, no, I think I'll keep what luck I still got." Rathlin said dropping his tonfa to the floor.

As the the guard was tying Rathlin up he couldn't resist the urge to twist the knife just a bit. He smiled looking at the guard with the gun pointed to his head.

"Hey bub I'm still waiting on that burger! I mean come on the serves in this joint is terrible just terrible." Rathlin said high horsedly "If this is how you treat all your customers then I don't know you stay in business." He turned his head to Meghan "Sorry for ruining our glamorous dinner plans, but when that server felt you up like that I couldn't let him get away with that." Rathlin said looking at Meghan with a butter wouldn't melt in his mouth look.

-OFF- TAG Meghan.

OOC: I been apprised to needing to pull back. I will, sorry!! i got carried away.

Anne-Laure Berge - September 4, 2012 11:25 PM (GMT) ON SERE Grounds

=^= Command Post to Macintosh and Berge. =^= The radio cackled in Berge's ear.

"Solid copy. Send it." Berge replied just above a whisper.

=^= Ah, we're having alot of trouble with one of the captives, and at this point, no one's sure yet what to do with him. Waiting on Petty Officer Fischer's recommendation, but at this point, we may need everyone here. And also, Chief, we may need a CID here if he has to be detained when we unplug him. It's just getting out of hand. =^= Command Post replied.

"...merde. What about the two we're tracking?" Berge asked.

^= Ah, seems Hansen made the pickup already, but his radio had a bad battery in it, so he couldn't call it in until we brought him in. They just dropped their markers when he dropped them. =^Edit

"Tell Hansen I intend to smack him upside his head when I see him again." Berge laughed, relaxing a bit, "Alright, standby."

Anne-Laure looked to Macintosh with a wry grin.

"Well, your call, Chief, shall we head back? I kind of want to just to give Fischer a hard time over this. I kind of want to see who's been assaulting the staff, if it's the same one. Maybe beating us up is a new form of training, and we didn't get the memo, eh?" She said.

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Melinda Macintosh - September 4, 2012 11:54 PM (GMT) On:

Mel stretched first. "First time out in the field in months and I don't even get to run a mile or two?" She asked, groaning as she flexed her muscles. "We'll beam back to Operations HQ and observe from there, if his flips out again we'll unplug him and string him up to the highest tree, teach him that there isn't a place here for hero's, only team players with a sane mind." She sighed.

"You know, I read the stories about O'Neill and his SG-1, I sometimes suspect our recruits think they're joining his team." she chuckled as she joined Berge.

^="Command, this is Macintosh, beam us to HQ."=^Edit

Tag Berge

Audie Mjolnir - September 6, 2012 01:54 AM (GMT) ON Holding Cell

Harmony glanced over at Cress and shrugged. She had been released as he fought, so that 'her' guard could join in. "Well, I just know I'm not booking this place again. The service sucks!"

Letting out a breath, she scooted back to sit against the wall, watching silently as the guards cleared out, leaving them alone. Even so, she figured they were being watched and wouldn't make an effort to try to release Rethan. "Thought they would have at least fed us by now," she murmured, after all, this was only training, right? "How'd you get into the military, anyway? Is it like a family tradition?"

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Rathlin Cress - September 8, 2012 04:57 AM (GMT) -ON- HOLDING CELL

Harmony glanced over at Cress and shrugged. She had been released as he fought, so that 'her' guard could join in. "Well, I just know I'm not booking this place again. The service sucks!"

"I'll say!" Rathlin said laying on the ground completely tied up.

Letting out a breath, she scooted back to sit against the wall, watching silently as the guards cleared out, leaving them alone. Even so, she figured they were being watched and wouldn't make an effort to try to release Rethan. "Thought they would have at least fed us by now," she murmured, after all, this was only training, right? "How'd you get into the military, anyway? Is it like a family tradition?"

Rathlin wormed his way over to the wall next to Meghan with great difficulty.

"I don't think they'll feed us as long as I'm trying to kick there butts." Ratlin said regret entering his tone. "How I got in? Yeah it's kind of a family tradition, there hasn't been a war since the Great war, a Cress hasn't been in fighting under the New Zealand flag for the crown. 4 Cress's fought in World war one, 6 in world war two, 2 in Korea an so on. My father didn't join up for a services since he was the only one to take over the family fishing boat. My mother and sister have taken over the family business so I could join after my father was lost in a storm." Rathlin said in a distant tone. "What about you Meghan? How did you get into the Stargate program?" Rathlin asked. "Funny story is I was volunteered to join the program by the Chief of Navy. Said prince Harry, Major Windsor was impressed with me after seeing me operate in Africa. Which meant he recommended me and I practically had no choice." Rathlin said shaking his head.

-OFF- Tag Meghan

Ghost01 - September 11, 2012 04:35 PM (GMT) ((OOC: Hope you all don't mind this enterence. Also I'm not sure if he's in a different cell or what so I left that detail semi open.))

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Holding Cell

Heh...well, this is rich.

Jason's head was filled with a number of what ifs. The current pickle he was in warranted that much. Hah Pickle, that was a new form of vocab for him, the slight thought on the subject brought his gaze up from the floor.

He was being lead, somewhat dragged through a dark corridor, hands secured behind his back. There was very little if any struggle at the moment. He would play this smart, bide his time and see where things ended when the dust settled. That said he wasn't exactly comfortable.

His face wasn't obscured by anyway. Where he would usually wear a mask or covering of some sort, he was bare. While not a huge psyche hit or anything. But he prefered to have it. Gave him charracter, or at least he thought so. So damn used to wearing it, but then again none of this was for his comfort. He felt the hands on his shoulders and arms tighten, the muscles tensing just slightly to shove him forward.

He stumbled, ducking his head durring his advance to keep from falling forward. But that almost resulted in him going head first into the wall. Quite a close call. Jason smiled and stood up, turning slightly and looking over his shoulder. There was little to say, the look in his eyes were even neutral...for the most part at least.

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Audie Mjolnir - September 14, 2012 11:15 PM (GMT) user posted image -ON- HOLDING CELL

"I don't think they'll feed us as long as I'm trying to kick there butts." Ratlin said regret entering his tone.

Harmony shrugged. "I'll survive, gone way longer than this before." She offered a game smile and a shrug. "Doesn't mean I can't dream, though, right?" Frankly, she had a headache that overrode any other discomfort at the moment, and she closed her eyes.

"How I got in? Yeah it's kind of a family tradition, there hasn't been a war since the Great war, a Cress hasn't been in fighting under the New Zealand flag for the crown. 4 Cress's fought in World war one, 6 in world war two, 2 in Korea an so on. My father didn't join up for a services since he was the only one to take over the family fishing boat. My mother and sister have taken over the family business so I could join after my father was lost in a storm." Rathlin said in a distant tone. "What about you Meghan? How did you get into the Stargate program?" Rathlin asked. "Funny story is I was volunteered to join the program by the Chief of Navy. Said prince Harry, Major Windsor was impressed with me after seeing me operate in Africa. Which meant he recommended me and I practically had no choice." Rathlin said shaking his head.

Meghan shrugged. "I applied...they were looking for people who were interested, and it sounded...different. Of course, I didn't know at the time what I was really getting into. It was all top secret until we got past all the prelim stuff. Only two of us made it this far." Tensing, she opened her eyes as the door opened and someone stumbled in, nearly falling, then standing against the far wall. In an instant, Harmony was on her feet, moving in front of Cress, who was still bound, not that she could do much to protect him. Of course, if the newcomer was a thread, she wouldn't hesitate to release Cress, who would be far more capable of dealing with him. At least the new guy was bound as well.

"Hey," she greeted with a smile, "I'm Harmony. You all right? What did you do to get stuck here?" Was he really a prisoner/trainee or someone sent in to trick them?

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Mission #1: "Familiaris Incendia" Chapters
Chapter #1: "New Cadre" | Chapter #2: "Rule 95" | Chapter #3: "Alpha and Bravo" | Chapter #4: "Assault!" | Chapter #5: "Aftershock" | Chapter #6: "General Involvement" | Chapter #7: "Your Only Friend" | Chapter #8: "Alone in the Dark" | Chapter #9: "Darkness & Silence Through the Night" | Chapter #10: "Through the Darkness" | Chapter #11: "Angels Run & Demons Rain" | Chapter #12: "Home Stretch" | Chapter #13: "Feathers or Lead?" | Chapter #14: "Oderint Dum Metuat"
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