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A Mordo and Shroud Production

The Past
It's been 20 years since NI Day, since the UN was smashed by the alien invaders. The N'ss left after ensuring we would never be able to mount a counterattack. They bombed cities, left entire nations as piles of dust. What followed was worse than what anyone could have ever imagined. The remaining UN outposts were brutally smashed by a faction known as the Conclave, led by a megalomaniac known as the Voice. The Conclave wasted no time in consolidating it's power and bringing the populace under control. The next few years were marked by a violent pogrom against free thinkers and any that refused to bow to the Voice. In the end, the Conclave had killed more than the N'ss and the Terran Civil War combined. It only got worse when they found out about Project Lazarus. The UN had set up a contingency plan in case they lost the war. They intended to find a way to raise the dead, negating the damage the N'ss had wreaked on Earth. 2 years ago, something whent wrong, and flesh eating monsters roamed the Canadian plain. Now the Conclave wants the power to create undying soldiers, so they headed for the Lazarus Facility in Canada. The Lazarus Guard and a group of resistance fighters from the states drove them off, but not after discovering something much, much worse than zombies and ghouls... They found Vault 17, and unleashed the horrors within. The resistance fighters managed to kill the Hive Mind that was controlling the Mycomorphs in the Vault, and the facility was thought secure. Now, both the Conclave and the UN Remnant are seeking it out. The UN to fix their mistakes and create true life, and he Conclave to create a new breed of super-soldier.

The Present

Two years have passed since the Lazarus Affair, a bid by both the UN and the Conclave to secure the Lazarus Facility, a massive science station attempting to reanimate dead tissue to mitigate the losses suffered during the N'ss War. Project Lazarus was a failure, all those within were either killed or became something far more than human, and something far less. During the initial attack, the UN and Conclave forces suffered near total losses, with a single squad of UN soldiers making it out alive. During the evacuation, the UN lifted Herbert West and Strelok Tauben, two Lazarus scientists and components of the Lazarus Guard. Rather than see the Facility fall to the Conclave, the UN called down an orbital strike, blasting it to rubble even as the Conclave arrived.

UN Briefing
Operation Anvil will provide a suitable distraction for this operation. This will be taking place in Kentucky resource gathering sector. Our primary goal is to investigate possible Conclave activity. Also recon reports have brought up the possibility of possible mutation in the area. No word on confirmation but the area is in turmoil for unknown reasons. We need to secure a trust with any locals and burn out the mutation.

Conclave Briefing
You've been assigned to Hel Point. A resource collection base with some minor R&D labs. You are expected to guard the entrances at the Coal mine entrance and baracks 12.AB7. The temperature within the barracks must stay at 68.9 Fahrenheit, failure at keeping level will result in termination. A word on local subhumans, a regional mutation has turned the non standards in the surrounding area to be more durable to Standardize domestication techniques. Current removal process involves limb detachment, intense cerebral damage, and of course internal bleeding. Please be alert for the so called "UN Remnant Forces" their removal process just requires bullets. That is all.


Conclave
The Conclave is the current reigning faction in the remains of Earth, crushing any resistance with an iron fist. Their populace is composed of emotionless dull-eyed drones, who trudge about seeking to please the Voice with their labors. Their soldiers are distinctive in their gas masks and black uniforms. Original thought is a crime in the Conclave, and the law is enforced brutally by shotgun toting Enforcers.

Soldier- The basic footman of the Conclave's endless army.
Starting Equipment: Machine Gun, body armor, medikit, pistol, 5 grenades
Enforcer- The de facto gestapo of the Conclave, Enforcers prowl the streets with their shotguns, meeting out punishment on free thinkers and non-conformists alike.
Starting Equipment: Shotgun, medikit, riot armor, 3 nerve gas grenades, riot shield
Thought Policeman- These psychics patrol the streets, hunting down thought criminals and resistance members.
Starting Equipment: Reaper Pistol, flack vest
Special Rules: Psychic (see below)
Ghost- Cloaking snipers that can kill whole squads before they even know he's there.
Starting Equipment: Sniper Rifle, flack vest, cloaking device, combat knife, pistol
Phantom- The utterly lethal Phantoms trail their prey under the cover of a powerful cloaking device, tearing into them with wicked neural-scythes.
Starting Equipment: Reaper Pistol, flack vest, neural-scythe, cloaking device
Engineer- The technicians of the Conclave are unique, as they are allowed to develop personalities to help them come up with creative solutions to problems.
Starting Equipment- Flack vest, pistol, multi-tool, servo-arm, 3 demo charges

UN Remnant
The Remnant has fallen on hard times, the Conclave constantly hammers them in combat, and recruitment has dropped to near nothing in the past months. They fight a desperate war against a seemingly unstoppable foe.

Soldier- The basic footman in the UN army.
Starting Equipment: Machine Gun, body armor, medikit, pistol, 5 grenades
Heavy Assault Trooper- The heavy assault trooper is the shock and awe unit of the Remnant, dropping down on enemy positions and dealing incredible damage with their Ripsaw guns.
Starting Equipment: Ripsaw Machine Gun, PLEX armor, medikit, pistol, 5 grenades, 2 det packs
Sniper- Marksmen renowned for their ability to pick off foes at insane distances with their long rifles.
Starting Equipment: Sniper Rifle, pistol, flack vest, 3 nerve gas grenades
Psych- UN psychics that are trained to root out traitors in their ranks.
Starting Equipment: Reaper pistol, flack vest
Special Rules: Psychic (see below)
Jump Trooper-Using experimental jet-packs, the jump troopers take to the skies, bringing death from above.
Starting Equipment: Assault Rifle, body armor, medikit, pistol, jet-pack
Engineer- When a bridge needs to be built, or a factory bombed, the UN calls in an engineer.
Starting Equipment- Flack vest, pistol, multi-tool, servo-arm, 3 demo charges

RULES
To perform an action, simply state what you want to do. The game is played In Character, and everything you do or say will apply directly to your character. If you are speaking out of character, be sure to write OOC before you post. To perform an action, you will be given a Challenge Threshold (CT, often 1-10). In order to successfully pull off your action, you must pick a number within that range. If you are within 2 units of that number (EX: Target number is 6, you choose 4. Your action is a success because 4 is two numbers away from 6). The GM (me) always picks the target number. Equipment and circumstance may change the target number and CT of a task. This a casual RP, and long-from posts are discouraged, as Lazarus is all about stark terror and quick actions. That is not to say you can post your actions in less than three or more sentences, however. Be descriptive, don't just say, "Varz goes through the door," say, "Varz peers into the blood-soaked chamber before him, smelling the coppery tang of crimson fluid as he hesitantly steps through the threshold."
WARNING: THIS GAME IS LETHAL!
Chances are, a couple of you are going to die over the course of the RP, whether another player hits you with nerve gas or a Vivisector cuts you into your component pieces. When your character dies, you can make a new one, and I'll fill in how they enter into the current scene.
I must ask that everyone use the format below for their character.
BASE STATS
(Rules written by BerserkSteve)
You have 20 points to divide among your stats, but you must have a minimum of 1 in each stat. The maximum point value for any stat is 6, but can be raised higher by mutagens or other effects.
Strength, The ability to carry heavy objects and inflict more damage with your strikes.
Agility: A person's speed and dexterity. This is how well they can dodge and hit an enemy.
Toughness: How healthy and fit you are. This is for resisting damage.
Will Power: Your ability to reason. This will help you use psychic powers and your ability to find and notice things.
Intelligence: This is knowledge. This is how much you know and how well you know it. This is for performing complex skill tasks like computers, history, math, writing and medical.
Charisma: This how well you can communicate with and lead people. This will help with leading and persuading people. Clearly only works on NPCs.
PSYCHIC POWERS
Both the Conclave Thought Police Officer and the UN Psych are psychic, allowing them to use psychic powers. All powers are subject to the standard rules for all tests. As a psychic, you can perform both telepathic and telekinetic feats. Describe in detail what you intend to do before you do it, allowing me to set a difficulty for the test.

Name: (Conclave players keep in mind that a serial number is customary.)
Personality:
Faction:
Class:
Personal History:
Family:
Worst Fear:
Hopes For The Future:
Motivation:
Scars of Lazarus (if applicable):
Strength:
Agility:
Toughness:
Will Power:
Intelligence:
Charisma:
Also, if you can include a head shot of your character, that would be great.

Alright, once I get a few players, we can get this thing started!
On a final note, I'd like to thank ChaosUK and BerserkSteve for helping play test this game.

Conclave

Conclave Players:
Conclave Fatalities:

Soldiers -
Enforcers -
Thought Policemen -
Ghosts -
Phantoms -
Engineers -

UN Remnant

UN Remnant Players:
UN Remnant Fatalities:

Soldiers -
Heavy Assault Troopers -
Snipers -
Psychs -
Jump Troopers -
Engineers -




New Classes For both factions

Screamers: Psychic jammers, the average soldier’s vision may blur but pyschs and thought police will experience false sensory information like illusions and noises and smells that aren’t there.
Equipment: reaper pistol, flak vest

Phalanx: Heavy shock trooper equipped with a massive riot shield and LMG. They are mainly used to plaint defensive positions and fire back at enemy forces while squishier forces move on ahead.
heavy riot shield, Razor wire rifle, flex armor.




A word on setting:


Everything changed on NI Day. The alien N'ss brutally crushed the UN forces across the Sol System in a matter of months, obliterating all resistance with waves of mutated slave soldiers and almost magical technology. Then came NI Day, N'ss Invasion Day, when the aliens laid waste to Earth herself, turning most of the planet-wide urban sprawl into a twisted ruin of jagged glass and molten metal.

The Goliath Project, an attempt to build a war vessel capable of taking on the N'ss fleet and coming out victorious, was a failure. Just a day before the invasion, the Goliath herself had been sent crashing back to Earth, Humanity's greatest weapon tossed aside like a child's toy. Billions watched in mute horror as the noble vessel smashed back into the planet, their last desperate hope as broken as the ship. The 'war' on Earth lasted a scant two weeks as the UN army was ripped apart by the bizarre N'ss war machines, leaving Humanity at the mercy of the invaders. Strangely, the N'ss departed after crushing the UN's forces, leaving Mankind to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.

Without the UN to lead and keep order, Earth descended into anarchy, with thousands of small factions and warlords vying for control of the global city. The UN itself recovered what forces it could and established their HQ in Washington DC, attempting to salvage the situation as best they could. Project Lazarus was put into action, a contingency plan focussed on the reanimation of dead tissue. If successful, Humanity could recover from its losses, and perhaps venture back out into the stars.

A scant month after NI Day, a man known only as the Voice and leading an army of black-clad, gas-masked soldiers known as the Conclave, took control of the relatively undamaged district of Chicago, and announced his intentions to unite all of Humanity under his banner. Believing in a radical code of totalitarian legalism, the Conclave brutally oppressed its citizens, forcefully capturing and 'reeducating' any who crossed their path. It has been suggested that the Voice may have made a deal with the N'ss, which would explain his meteoritic rise to power, and his seemingly endless armies of cloned soldiers. A year after their appearance, the Conclave had laid claim to all large population centers and enforced that claim with an iron fist.

In the wreckage of the global city betwixt Conclave-held areas are filled with scavengers, raiders, mutants, cultists, nomads, and the rare man or woman seeking to earn an honest living in the unforgiving city-scape. Death is the fate of those foolish enough to wander into these ruins without a weapons, for bandits or mutants are sure to make short work of the ill-prepare.

It is the year 2150, and Humanity's throat is slowly being crushed by the Conclave's jackboot, the wailing of starving children is drowned out by the sound of gunfire and the endless broadcast of propaganda. Welcome to Dystopia.

This sounds interesting, I'll try get a character up later.

I have arrived.

I think I'll be an enforcer, riot shields and Nerve gas are often rather useful.

Name: Daniel Howard
Personality: Daniel is an optimist at heart, always eager to see the silver-lining in every situation.
Faction: UN Remnant
Class: Soldier
Personal History: Born mere months before the devastation of NI Day, Daniel is truly a child of the post-apocalypse. Growing up in District 11C (directly within the Warlord Belt) taught Daniel to think on his feet and sleep with one eye open. Life tends to be erratic in the Warlord Belt, with various bands of self-appointed 'presidents' and 'emperors' battling for dominance, leadership of the Belt can change on a dime, with one warlord or another killing enough of his rivals to briefly ascend to rulership. In time (a month, tops) a new warlord takes control, toppling the current ruler and shifting the scales of power. Hundreds die in the streets every day in the Belt, and factions are created and destroyed in an eyeblink.
Daniel survived by his wits alone, cannily refusing to take any side in the brutal clashes that constantly raged throughout the Belt, choosing instead to keep his head down and eke out a meager living in the shattered ruins of the Grand Hotel. Daniel made more than a few friends in the Grand, men and women who, like him, chose to stay out of the factionalized society of the Belt. Despite of this neutrality (or because of it), Daniel made more than a few enemies, brutal men who hated him for his perceived cowardice. It was these same men who cornered Daniel one night (after he had returned from foraging) and beat him bloody. Fearing what might happen if he stuck around much longer, Daniel and a few of his Grand companions left the Belt and signed up with a local Free Corps contract called Dragon Company, from which he learned how to fire a rifle and kill a man with nothing but his fists.
Life in Dragon Company has only a slight cut above life in the Belt, and Daniel found himself in increasingly dangerous situations. After losing his entire squad to the Cremator cult in District 13N, Daniel turned in his contract and hoping to find a far better life, signed up with Remnant.
Family: Daniel has little remembrance of any family he may have possessed before the invasion, and often wonders what became of them.
Worst Fear: Failure through inaction.
Hopes For The Future: Settle down, embrace peace.
Motivation: Daniel likes to think that beyond the darkness of the Conclave, a brighter dawn awaits.
Strength: 3
Agility: 4
Toughness: 4
Will Power: 3
Intelligence: 3
Charisma: 2

Name: Unit 8-8
Personality: quiet, has a open mind, warm hearted.
Faction: Conclave
Class: Ghost
Personal History: His family have been members of the Conclave ever since it was formed, his father and mother are civillians, his brother is an Enforcer and his sister is an Phantom. Unit 8-8 saw it in his family to join the force and slay in the conclaves name, his brother had strength, his sister the charm but unit 8-8 had the skill and the Agility so he become a snier in the force. After years of battle and assassinating UN commanders Unit 8-8 has become one of the Conclave's top assassion. But on one mission he was based in a city laid to waste during the NI, the smell of death filled the city and whispers from the past still echoed, the city was beging used as a base of operations for the UN forces durning this mission Unit 8-8 was waiting in a old office building waiting for the UN commander. While waiting he heard metal tins rolling along the floor, he left his position to investigate as he searched the floor he heard foot steps running up the stairs, Unit 8-8 followed. He made it up to the next floor, the whole room was dark so unit 8-8 activited his flashlight to search, as he done so he heard whimpers coming from a office cubical he readied his weaon and walked around the corner and saw a family of outcasts huddiling around a little girl, Unit 8-8 kneeled down to talk to them but he saw something out the corner of his eye it was a mutant that was why the family was hidding, Unit 8-8 tried to get the family out but it was to late the creature lept on them and began to tear the family apart Unit 8-8 did nothing and ran due to this he lost his target and was punished both physical and mentally by Enforcers including his brother. He has been given another chance and now he must not fail.
Family: Mother, Father, Brother and Sister
Worst Fear: Going through the torture of failure again
Hopes For The Future: To Crush the UN and protect the weak.
Motivation: He must not fail
Strength: 2
Agility: 6
Toughness:4
Will Power: 2
Intelligence: 5
Charisma: 1

Yet another of these things? Well it seems okay but I will need large amounts of convincing to back this one up.

 Trondheim wrote:
Yet another of these things? Well it seems okay but I will need large amounts of convincing to back this one up.

I'm in this is that a good reason.

 Trondheim wrote:
Yet another of these things? Well it seems okay but I will need large amounts of convincing to back this one up.

Clarify, if you would. I don't recall seeing you at a Lazarus game before.

Name: Unit 7G-28 designation 'Snake eyes'
Personality: Violent, arrogant, informal.
Faction: Conclave
Class: Enforcer
Personal History: 7G-28 became a member of the Conclave soon after it's formation, having seen it would be better to be the Iron fist, than one of those crushed by it. As strength was one of his strong points, he naturally turned to the role of Enforcer after his joining of the Conclave. As the time has gone by, 7G-28 felt less and less sympathy for those he intimidated and beat for disobeying the Conclave's laws, more and more he enjoyed the kick of a shotgun and the feeling of crashing into someone shield first.
Family: None known.
Worst Fear: Being beaten by someone he perceives weaker.
Hopes For The Future: To stamp out the UN.
Motivation: Personal gain and victory.
Strength: 5
Agility: 4
Toughness: 5
Will Power: 2
Intelligence: 3
Charisma: 1

Welcome Robot.

Has this died.

well There are only three players as of now. Mordo's attention has swung from this to another game and there has been several discussions about bringing back Uriah instead. Although if Robot is good and Mordo willing I be up to running this.

I think we should start send them a PM telling them.

Is it too late to join?

Nope, But I'm happy with the number of players now so its about to start.

So I can join?

Yeah go ahead.d Write a character sheet and I'll post the intros

Name: Reginald St. Todd
Personality: Arrogant, Brutal, Cunning
Faction: UN
Class: Heavy Assault Trooper
Personal History: Born only a year before NI day, Reginald St. Todd should have had it all. A rich family, an upper-class education in Britain's best private school, a stint at Cambridge and then inheriting the family estate from his father. As luck would have it, however, his life played out rather differently. The invasion saw his families home destroyed, the fortune gone. They fled with the commoners, evacuated by the army, rather than being given the preferential treatment they had expected. By the time the Conclave began to rise, they were just more refugees in a camp. Gone were the privileges, the wealth and the status; all that remained was the human need to survive. It was in this environment that Reginald was truly raised - a wallowing pit of human filth. His father, though, still held a burning contempt for the commoners around him, a contempt that Reginald picked up. It was many a dark night that the once mighty man the mighty man he called "Father" would regale him with tales of what could have - should have - been his. As Reginald's hatred of the perceived lower class grew, so did his drive to excel. He was better than them, and he needed to prove it. He could red and write before the others. He was better at fighting, better at taking what he wanted and better at making others pay. He was stronger and faster. He was the best, the top of the pile. He bullied children older than him, and his father encouraged him. By the time he was ten, he could almost always procure as much of the medicine as his sickly mother needed. His father sat back and continued to manipulate the others in the camp. The two of them gained power, bought soldiers. And then came the inevitable. On the eve of his eleventh birthday, the Conclave found the camp and attacked without mercy. It was chaos. People and tents burnt as the Conclave troops ran rampant, destroying all in their path. When they came to his tent, Reginald fought back. He had managed to acquire a knife from one of the guards some weeks before and put it to use, stabbing one of the faceless monsters repeatedly, to no avail, as the dull blade glanced harmlessly from the well armoured trooper. He could not have hoped to have survived, were it not for the fact that UN forces had moved to intercept the Conclave task force. The forces evacuated refugees with a heroic speed and drive, and Reginald, his father and his mother soon found themselves aboard trucks, on route to a secure location. Reginald had been placed on a different transport, one for children, and this was to save his life. For the Conclave do not lightly ignore an attack, and aerial drones moved to attack the convoy. As the second battle was fought, losses were taken by both sides. Though the drones were destroyed, it was at a terrible cost. Of the 30 trucks that had set out from the camp, 4 remained. Reginald's parents were not among the survivors. So it was that he swore an oath, an oath to destroy the barbaric Conclave, to avenge his parents and to become the best once more. He trained. His anger gave him strength, and for eight years, he trained. Now he is an elite heavy assault trooper. He shows no mercy, no compassion to friend or foe - if someone dies, it is their own fault. He has only anger and cunning drive him across battlefields, killing those who do not deserve the power they hold. They have no claim to it. Reginald does. His is the blood of generals and conquerors, and he is determined to become the best once more.
Family: All deceased
Worst Fear: Being Overpowered
Hopes For The Future: The destruction of the Conclave. After that, wealth, status and power.
Motivation: Hatred of those who are beneath him, and an oath to avenge his parents
Strength: 5
Agility: 2
Toughness: 4
Will Power: 3
Intelligence: 4
Charisma: 2

Room for one more?

The more the merier.

Name: 188NGR
Personality: Complex, like a winding cave of thoughts, he can make an important decision in seconds, and make it good, cold, and calculating, does things for the good of the conclave.
Faction: Conclave
Class: Engineer
Personal History: He was Born into service, but even if he hadn't been he would have enlisted into the enclave. His personal history is fairly mundane, and his parents recently perished in a bombing.
Family: None, dead
Worst Fear: Failure
Hopes For The Future: Total destruction of the UN, and the pleasure of the voice
Motivation: Destroying the UN
Scars of Lazarus (if applicable):
Strength:1
Agility: 3
Toughness:3
Will Power: 4
Intelligence: 6
Charisma: 3

Glad to have you this is going to be a very good war.

We can only hope.

GAME IS UNDERWAY
UN (Mordo and Rabtorain)
The armored transport rocked with the rubble that was once called a road. The area was usually patrol by the conclave but the invasion on Chicago has drawn all the unneeded troops away into that distant meat grinder. The U.N. has been waiting patiently to get a foot hold in the area. The resources here were needed but the populace was needed more. This mission was little more than a hearts and minds effort but hopefully it would spark some aggression against the emotionless conclave. The area was once rural Kentucky where only a few thousand people lived to mine coal out of the nearby mountain. Rumor suggest the descendants still live in the nearby hills as clans, more beast than man. Hopefully the U.N. could convince these people to fight with them except against everyone.
"Ariel Patrol, all tech off!" The driver shouted back as he disengaged the engine.
"You heard him, all tech off." Jeffry Whites, the commanding officer of the mission. Lights were turned off, sensors as well. Anything that could juice a light bulb was unplugged. The roar of two conclave sky terrors came by and after a minute they were clear. "We don't have to worry about another patrol for three hours men. Get in and get out. We don't want eyes on us." Another stern shout came form the C.O. he had black hair buzz short with a week's worth of stubble and a black baseball cap on his head that seen more action than most veterans.
The engine roared again and began moving forward, twenty minutes later the back door lowered and the squad piled out. The two other armored transport were behind Jeff's. There was another squad somewhere to the east past a few hills.
"Alright men I know there is a Conclave scouting position on those hills, the tree line protects us from their sight but if they get curious then we're screwed I want Dan and Reginald to check it out it and take it over." Jeff spurled more orders about securing the area before going into the meeting point.
The woods were thick at the bottom but thinner at the top of the hill, the listening post was a some trench with logs as walls. It had a small antennae up.

CONCLAVE (THEROBOTLOL, Black Templar, Wild Host)
The Sky Terrors rolled out of site behind some large hills. The mining town that was once called Darwin's Chapel was now fenced off and in total control of the conclave. It wasn't just a backwater outpost meant to report on U.N. movements but something else. Most grunts that were stationed at Darwin didn't know. They were too apathetic about their lives to even care. Though there were some strange individuals that wore Conclave uniforms who showed emotion once or twice but they weren't station at Darwin no they were stationed somewhere else. Three drones were up to be examine for possible maintenance and maybe even transfer to this mysterious group.
Light armor vehicles tore tracks in the loose mud as they veered by with several men on them. One was carrying the watched Drones "8-8, Snake Eyes,188NGR". The short range radio buzzed with the voice of an accented woman.
"Troops the majority of this convey is flash and distraction. Your firetream is to unload at these coordinates and trek up to an old house overlooking the old manor ruins. the convey will launch an attack on the irregular's village down below while you capture priority 1. Its a young girl with minor physical mutations, research suggest she is stronger than any girl her age and is highly Antithetic but more importantly she isn't as unintelligent as her kin. Cypher will be leading this team he will meet you at the coordinates.
The dark night was light up by the transports lights as the three home wreckers dislodged from their seats. The tires spun into the mud creating a dirty cascade of mud and launch itself screaming after the convoy. No one was to be seen in the words Then a twig snapped, the twig to be question was floating five feet off the ground and the man holding it was invisible. Guns were snugged against shoulders while their leader became visible showing a slightly different uniform and a different patch that showed a Salene triangle with a curve on the top side with the letters H.I. below.
"Come on pups, we have an orphan to make. he began moving up a hill, "Oh also do you any of you want to volunteer to be the first one through that door?"

I move up the hill in short sprints between trees, taking care not to leave myself open to the post, in case it is still being manned.

(OOC) Are we posting in 1st or 3rd person? I'll just go with first I guess (/OOC)
" I recommend the enforcer go first, ghost, you should provide cover from a strategic point, I have not seen one yet, however" I say as I ready my pistol, the mechanism giving a satisfying Click

Dan jogged off towards the tree line at a crouch, taking care to keep low and present a small target. Flicking his eyes about to scan the area for hostiles, Dan crouched up against the brown bark of a tree, his rifle raised to obscure it from Blank eyes. Taking a moment to glance at Reginald, Dan nodded his head towards the listening post, then proceeded to enter a low crouch, stalking slowly through the foliage and motioning for the heavy assault trooper to do the same.

Reginald followed, looking to overtake the less well armoured soldier.

8-8 moved deeper into the tree line and activated his night vision. He attached a silencer on his sniper and then looked over the village.
"8-8 in postion, I've located one UN troop looks like a troop who lost his group plus 2 civillians armed with small arms."
8-8 followed the UN troop untill he walked into a small home, 8-8 switch to thermal and followed him inside the house. 8-8 sqeesed the trigger and a solid metal round exploded from the barrel, smashed right through the mud and clay house, then smashed into the the UN troops head spraying his brains against the wall.
"One target eliminated get ready to get the package." 8-8 said.