Sioux Wildcats, Who wants to kick some hoop? Options

[moosegod]

I'm just opening the thread right now for IC discussions. In a moment I will create the OOC thread.

More in a minute.

[moosegod]

It's 0500 hours and time for your mission breifing.
You have been living in a barracks seperate from the rest of the camp for the last three days, waiting for this moment. You are all dressed and are walking across base as a group. Any :talker: before the breifing?

[Grey]

Wolfbrother's voice booms through the barracks and its way too early for this crap, but thats life with the Wildcats...

"Alright girls! Time for breifing! Anyone not front and center, ready to roll in 30 seconds gets to stay behind and wash my dirty socks by hand! Come on boys, lets get moving!"

[Ol' Scratch]

Having already been up for nearly an hour, Joaquin was sitting on his bed writing his usual "if I shouldn't make it back" letter before a mission. When Wolfbrother came barreling into the barracks, he simply lifted his head in the sarge's direction before sliding the pen and paper into his footlocker.

Dusting his fatigues off, he stood up and assumed position at the foot of his cot, awaiting the others.

[HMHVV Hunter]

Jonathan Wildheart, having woken up 10 minutes earlier and gotten a quick five-minute shower, is just finishing getting his fatigues on when the announcement comes over the loudspeaker.

Moments after, he's ready, standing at attention, his trust Morrissey Alta at his side.

[Shadow]

Cub rolls out of bed slowly, the NCO's booming voice having awoke him from a sound sleep. His boots hit the concrete floor with a slapping noise. The large man sits in the bunk for a moment more, as if preparing himself to move. When he does, the rack creeks from his using it to stand. He is not fat, just, large. A barrel chest, broad shoulders and a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow make him a menacing figure to behold. He slips on his BDU tunic and belts on, the rarely used, Colt.

He moves to his place in line. Standing shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the squad. Heels together, feet 45 degrees apart, hands at his side, palm inward. The classic attention stand.

[TinkerGnome]

Nvwati yawns and stretches, just finishing pulling on his boots as the call is made. By the time the NCO is badgering him in that all-too-familiar manner, he is strapping on his sidearm and clamping his pocket secretary to his belt. He hustles out the door, but slings a medkit over his shoulder first. Better lugging an extra four kilos across base than not having a medkit when one is needed, after all.

[Grey]

With everyone in line, Wolfbrother leads everyone to the debriefing hall.

[Digital Heroin]

Sleep is a luxury. This is something Windtalker knew well before he had joined the military. Prison does that to a person. You learn to cherish what you've got, and work around what you don't. He had a reputation for waking up freakishly early, and when the NCO had come around for wakey wakey, he was already outside. Showered, uniform on, having a hand rolled smoke. He files in silently with the rest as they make for the briefing. For a communicator, he could be the quiet one some times.

[HMHVV Hunter]

Alright! Who's arse are we gonna kick today? Some dastardly megacorp? The UCAS? Or some underground conspiracy?

Wildheart, in accordance with his name, lets his thoughts run away with him as he falls in with the others walking towards the briefing

[Tanka]

John was sitting in his corner of the barracks, cleaning his Ares HVAR, completely unloaded and waiting to have everything re-attached. At the sharp sound of his NCO's voice, he jumped up and began cleaning off all the grime from his hands and face.

(Zoom forward...)

John followed, rank and file, with the rest of them, dressed in full combat fatigues with his Form-fitting Full Body Armor underneath the fatigues. Under his jacket in a Concealed Quick-Draw Holster was his trusty Savalette Guardian, silenced with APDS and ready to go.

[moosegod]

Standing at the front of the briefing room is Captain Raging Bision. He's a slight Lakota, with a long scar running over his left eye and down his face.

He waves off the formality of coming to attention and all of that and starts the briefing.

"Well, men, this is your first live-fire exercise. A large smuggler team got involved with the regular forces and holed up in a ghost town. The area's been cordoned off for the last week, with sporadic fire."

"I decided you guys needed something fairly simple to get you men used to working together in an actually combat situation. The OMI says that this should be more of less of a milk run."

He pauses for a moment and looks pensive.

"This is why I have a back-up team on alert for you. Use your discretion on calling them up. The local forces are instructed to hold the line while you work. Don't bother about interfacing with them. That's my business and where I'll be."

[Grey]

Joseph nods.

"Whats Intel have for us?"

[Ol' Scratch]

Laughing-Snow just stands quietly near the back of the unit, listening intently.

[HMHVV Hunter]

Wildheart stands, listening.

[Shadow]

Cub sits in the back, back strait and pencil in hand taking notes. He lifts his hand, when looked at he says,

"Are we doing a ground or air insertion, sir? Also are we looking to take prisoners or free hostages? Are we going in loud or quiet? Do we have any *humint or *satint available? Whats our departure time?"




*Hummint = Human Intelligence on the ground
*Satint = satellite intelligence

[moosegod]

Well, this is what we've go so far.

He pulls up a large-scale projection of the site on the screen.

map

This map is the only thing we could find on the location, annotated by some "gamer" or somesuch. Anyways, from what we can tell of the site, it should be accurate.

The surrounding area is rolling hills, with a number of ravines that run right up to the outer wall(marked in yellow). It appears to the result of busted drainage on the inside.

The roof is flat, but the smuggler team has SAM capabilities, so an aerial insertion is probably out.

Marked in red are a number of automated gun turrets that they've slapped up.

An artillery strike on the location has been considered, but vetoed by the higher-ups. We don't want this any larger than it already is.

As far as forces? We can't really be sure. At least 2 trolls have been sighted, along with an indeterminate number of humans and elves. No orcs or dwarves, however.

They did bring a large vehicle on site, but we have no idea where it went.

[TinkerGnome]

Nvwati nods silently, the content of his own questions already having been given voice. After a few seconds he does speak up. "Has an astral recon been performed yet, sir?"

[Tanka]

"What is their intel and recon like? How many personnel they have on-site at any one time?"

Johnny nervously twitched his trigger finger during the last question. He wanted to know just so he could figure out the best way to set everything up and start clearing a path for the rest of the team.

[moosegod]

"There have been major issues with the Astral. The area inside the building is a manawarp or somesuch and the man we sent in to peek around hasn't returned.

The numbers issues is still very much in the air. We think they may have an underground net or something- none of the injured have been seen fighting off raids or firing back."

[HMHVV Hunter]

"Do we know what kind of guns are mounted on those turrets?" Wildheart asks.

[Ol' Scratch]

Snow continues to remain silent, carefully paying attention to every detail of the briefing and commiting them to memory. He seems unusually quiet and reserved today.

[Grey]

Pointing to the yellow lines on the map, Joseph asks, "Do these ravines here go under the outer wall, or do they just lead up to it?"

[moosegod]

"We know that the northern guns appear to have LMGs of some sort mounted on them. The southern one appears to have a Panther mounted on it.

The ravine runs up to the wall. It is rather deep, so there is the possibility that it might even go under the wall."

[Grey]

"Ok, I'd like a drop of one mile south of the hot spot. We can hoof it in from there. Where are the current ground troops located?"