RPG Rewind [M-LV]

[Raze_3103]

The captian looked over the ships bow at the troops that had gotten off of the ship. He gave them a salute, then turned to his second in comand.

"Rash, I want you to go with them. You will be their voices when they get to Washington. We know to head north, so I want you to be careful."

They two men looked down at the two Daysleeper choppers, one behind a C-J 9 jeep, and the other behind an A-12M tank. The younger Comander, turned around and began to walk down the stairway twards the ground.

"Oh, sir. Whats going to happen to this ship? Where are you and the rest of the crew going?"

The elderly Captian turned around and smiled,"We are going to be you comunication offshore. If we get any other weapon fixed, we shall send you coordinates so you can pick them up. We will meet you in Washington."

"Yes sir." The young Comander saluted and began his trip to the shore.

The Captian agian turned and looked over the bow of the ship at the very few troops that were to escort their only hope in making it in the capital.


ok thats the intro. For your first post, you can put what you are doing while you wait for Comander Rash to make it to the ground. Rexamillion, Rash will be traveling with you in your jeep. Well, have at it and have fun.

[Zhara]

[COLOR=Gray][FONT=Garamond]Standing on the deck, she worriedly twists the band of yellow gold on her left ring finger. Looking at the English galley, she sighs and walks off below decks to clean her rifle. Passing a few other crew members, she salutes half heartedly, unwilling to answer their questions. Upon reaching her quarters, she grabs her gun and puts it together slowly, lovingly polishing every piece.

She finishes and sets it on her tiny bed, her gaze catching on her engagement ring. Turning to her pillow, she reaches over and grabs it, moving it aside to get to the picture underneath. A smile tugs at her lips as she gazes at her fiancé, the man she was going home to, the man she was going to marry. "What's going on...?" She mumbles as she sets the photo down, sets aside her gun and walks to the bridge.

Passing a few other soldiers, she salutes like before. She sees a fellow sniper and grins, offering the only information she can muster. "It's those damn aliens, I'm telling you. They just won't give up!"[/FONT] [/COLOR]

[Lafleur]

[COLOR=DarkRed]"Into the Pillows, this is Tiger the Lion, come in." said Gord into the short-wave radio attatched to his chest. Into the Pillows, better known as Bobby Sinclair, was another member of JTF2 who had been aboard the US carrier. They had taken friendly fire while in Iraq and, due to the lack of Canadian Navy presence, were forced to hitch a ride on the Hemmingway. Bobby and Gord had both taken minor injuries, but it was enough to get them shipped home. Unfortunatly.

"Tiger the Lion, this is Into the Pillows, don't be so damn formal, eh?" Bobby's voice crackled over the com, followed by the large mans low, rolling laugh. "What is it this time?"

Gord looked down the optical scope attatched to his C7, fixing the cross hair on Bobby's head as he crept through the undergrowth below.
"Bang." Gord said gerringly, as the laser emmiter fixed to this muzzle of his gun lit up the receptor on Bobby's head.

Bobby let out a cry of stunned agony as his helmet sent a minor shockwave through his nervous system, painfully imobilizing him momentarily.

"Bastard, you get me everytime!" Bobby's voice crackeled loudly, disturbing a bird in the tree above Gord's head.

"Gotta do what your good at, eh? Not like there's anything else to do, it IS the 18th century, and we ARE in the middle of a band of Navy Yanks, Old-Time Yanks, and some British invasion is planned within the week. So, unless you've got a better idea, get your ass up here. I've got a surprise."

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"No fucking way." Was the only expression Bobby could muster, as Gord pulled out the two bottle of La Fin De Monde, a beer that was brewed in Gord's home town. They had been friends for a long time, and their drink of choice was and always had been La Fin De Monde, it held a special signifigance to the two friends.

"I had Jason put it on the Hemmingway for us back home. Four bottles got broken in the... thing, but these two survived. Drink up, friend, it's probably the last glimps of home we're gona get in a LONG time."

Gord twisted off the cap and sipped slowly. It's probably one of the only beer's on the entire continent, might as well savour it, Gord thought.

"Ya know, we could change the course of this, this revolution. Shame it wasn't 1812, but we could probably change the course of history drastically." Bobby said, taking a large swig of his beer bottle.

"I know what ya mean, I know what ya mean." Gord replied, leaning againts the large tree and downing the remainder of his bottle.

"Why don't we go, then. We know enough about geography, we can determine what year it is... Make some drastic changes, play hockey with history, eh? It's an empty net and your on a breakaway, why don't we take the shot?"

"Bobby, nice hockey analogy. Still, I think that we have a better chance if we stick with the yanks. They're probably going to DC anyway, let's hitch a ride and than raise some hell. The Dominian of Canada doesn't exist yet, but I think we could break into what is now Ruperts-land after we raise a bit of hell. For now, let's go see what those yankies are up to."

With that, Gord tucked the empty bottle into his backback for sentimental reasons, Bobby doing the same, and the two JTF2 officers turned away from the overhangig cliff back into the dense forest towards the beached Carrier.
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[Deadpool]

Kyle sat in the seat of the Daysleeper, twirling his comabt knife in between his fingers and puffed on a cigeratte. He looked down at Daiske who was sitting in a chair next to the other. It was just a week ago when he taught him how to fly one of these babys. He was a fast learner and only took him three days. Kyle leaned back as he remembered going in and signing up his student as his own parter. He smiled at the thought. Himself and his student were partners and the best flyers of these choppers. He opened his eyes and held out the pack of cigerattes to Diaske. "You want own?"

[Rexamillion]

Nick stuck his rifle into the jeep then went back and got everything else that he and the Commander would need. He mumbled to himself as he started cleaning the mini-gun. "Why do I have to take him. I mean he's gonna get sniped and I'm going to be blamed Then..." He reloaded the mini-gun and made sure he had gotten everything right. "I'm going to get court...." He saw somthine moving in the woods. He took out a pair of binoculars and saw a group of Indians wathing them. "My God, thier dressed in loin clothes. A shoot rung out as the Indians poured from the woods firing at them. "Shit" He turned the mini-gun around, turned off the safety, and started mowing them down. "They're everywhere"

[Raze_3103]

Daiske looked over where the shots were being fired,"Hey, looks like we have rebels. Can we?" He looked over at Kyle who shook his head.

"No. We don't have any orders to. Plus, I think Nick is taking care of them" He pointed at Nick who let go of the trigger to see if there were any more natives wandering around.

"You two. Make sure those choppers are secured. We are leaving now!" Rash said pointing at Daiske and Kyle. He then turned and watched the twenty or so people get on the tank, in the jeep, and in the platforms that the Daysleepers were on.

"I have a bad feeling that this is going to take a long time to get home." Daiske said as he leaned into the cockpit of his chopper.

[Deadpool]

Kyle hit the on switch with his foot. "Who knows. I wonder why they were dressed like that?" He looked around as he put on the ears phones. "There is still forest and little critters every where" He looked at Diaske and gave him the thumbs up as the choppers lifted off the ground. "What do you think. My theory is that we some how went back in time" He made sure the intercom was linked to every vehicle. He rose above Diaske and gave him room to finish getting in the air. "It is going to be nice to shoot somthing again" He ready the weapons as a bird flew straight into the choppers blades. "Damnit stupid bird" Bird parts flew out as the choppers blades cltore the bird up.

[alchemist2120]

Joan watched as Daiske and Kyle lifted off of the ground and flew ahead to see if there was anything dangerous.

"Wahoo, this is just great. I was going hom,e. Now I haveta shoot people wearing bearskin or something." She sighed agian as her tank let off two shells at the enamy.

"Well, that should put them bak a couple. When is it going to end?"

[Deadpool]

Kyle circled around and landed to pick up Sera and some other troops. AS Sera climbed into the co-pilot seat and the other four strapped in Kyle took back off in the air. "It is going to be tight quarters from here on out. So get used to it" He turned and looked at Sera who was checking her sniper rifle. "Just tell me when you want down and I'll give you a good vantage point, honey. It is nice and comfy up here" He let go of the stick and stretched. "Yep got the best seats in the whole military. Well beside the ones at the embassies or at D.C." He looked at her again. "So what else do you do, besides put holes in peoples heads. Tell me about yourself"

[Zhara]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][FONT=Garamond]She laughs lightheartedly and looks at him. "Well, I was planning on marrying my high school sweetheart when I got home." Showing off the ring, she bites her lip. "I hope we get figure out what the Hell happened and get back soon...This is just freaky." She drops her hand to her lap and absently checks her rifle, thinking of more serious things.

"This is actually my second deployment; I was shot the first time and spent months in a hospital in Germany before going back home for a few weeks. And then they shipped me overseas again." Turning to him, she shrugs. "But what can you do, right? At least I have a couple scars to show off when I get drunk, now. It went straight through my left thigh." Smiling wryly, she rubs the spot, remembering the searing agony. "Hurt like a son of a bitch, lemme tell you. I'll never forget that feeling. And what about you? Got any good stories to tell?"[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Deadpool]

Kyle laughed. "Plenty. Lets see. My shoulder has been reconsrtucted twice from being shot. I could go on and on but I'll make it short. I was in Iraq when this roit broke out. Only me and two other soldiers were there so we attempted to calm things down. They stated throwing rocks at us then I got shot in the shoulder for the second time destroying everything they had done. So naturally I was pissed, but thankfully it didn't really hurt because the surgery killed most of the nerves. Then we got permission to return fire on the crowd. So we did"

[Zhara]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][FONT=Garamond]Shaking her head, she points her gun out the side of the chopper and looks through the scope. "This shit's messed up. When I enlisted, I never thought I?d actually get shipped out...Let alone kill someone. Terrorist or not, I hate having to pull this trigger." She turns back to him and grins.

"But you have to admit, this job's got its perks. I mean, I don't even have to walk anywhere; I get carted around in this tin can. Unless things turn south...Then I have to run my ass to get to the rest of the soldiers and pray to whatever gods there are that I don't get shot...Again."[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Deadpool]

Kyle looked down below where the jeep and the tank were cruising along. He opened the intercom. "I'm going to scout ahead, Diaske cover them while I'm gone"

"Copy" Diaske's chopper fell a little behind.

Kyle increased the speed and began looking over the terrian to see if there was any resistance. He saw a little village in the distance with gunshots coming from it. "What the hell, It is all old stlye wood buildings. Something is really messed up" He saw a patch of red and as he came closer saw that it was Birtish troops in old military uniform. The fight and stopped and both sides where stareing at him and the chopper. "I better report this back" He angled the chopper back towards the group.

[Zhara]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][FONT=Garamond]"What the Hell's going on here? Why are they wearing those clothes, and what's with the buildings?" She shakes her head and looks over at Kyle. "You've seen that movie, Men in Black, right? Well, this is rating about a thirteen on my Weird-Shit-O-Meter...And that thing only goes up to ten." Smiling, she nervously twists her engagement ring around her finger.

"Let's just report this and get the Hell out of here, one way or another." Adjusting her seatbelt, she watches Daiske's chopper, flashing them the thumbs-up sign.

"Looks like some Renaissance freaks have set up camp over here." She says through the radio, resting her rifle across her knees, the muzzle pointing outside the chopper.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[Deadpool]

Kyle turned to Sera. "Ride with Nick" He watched her get out. Then lifted back off. "Alright men, we're doing things are own way from now on" He angled the helicopter and flew over the British troops. He opened the back hatch then spoke into the mic. "Give them hell soldiers" The men in the back opened fire on the British ranks, making them fall like crazy. In a couple minutes all of them were dead. "Objective complete"