Krizzel
First Post
September 2nd, 2015
0556 hours, Washington time
Pacific Ocean, 500 miles off the coast of Peru...
Thirty-thousand feet above the ground a C-130S heavy military hauler streamed past above the clouds. Advanced radar-deflecting skin had given the aging aircraft a fair modicum of stealthiness, which, when combined with its lofty altitude, made it quite hard to spot indeed. Which was fortunate, as officially the plane wasn’t there at all – even unofficially, only a scant handful of people knew it was there, and why.
And they would never admit it, if anyone ever thought to ask.
In the rear cargo bay of the aircraft several soldiers milled about, checking over the large parachute packs they each wore harnessed over black wetsuits. A couple of them made the final once over of four large, waterproof, buoyant equipment cases, each strapped with a parachute of its own.
An airman stood by the controls of the rear cargo ramp, small box above his head glowing a steady red as he watched the silent military men. Who they were he wasn’t sure – none of the crew was. Special forces, probably, but what they’d be doing out here, and on what mission, he had no idea. But orders were orders, whether they were official or not.
And then the light suddenly began to blink an urgent amber...
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Shadow Wolf, your first post if you please
Everyone else, hang on for a moment. But if you want to start writing up your posts offline, I'm going to need whatever your characters are doing at home, around midnight on your day off. Check the OOC thread for some info on the current situation.
0556 hours, Washington time
Pacific Ocean, 500 miles off the coast of Peru...
Thirty-thousand feet above the ground a C-130S heavy military hauler streamed past above the clouds. Advanced radar-deflecting skin had given the aging aircraft a fair modicum of stealthiness, which, when combined with its lofty altitude, made it quite hard to spot indeed. Which was fortunate, as officially the plane wasn’t there at all – even unofficially, only a scant handful of people knew it was there, and why.
And they would never admit it, if anyone ever thought to ask.
In the rear cargo bay of the aircraft several soldiers milled about, checking over the large parachute packs they each wore harnessed over black wetsuits. A couple of them made the final once over of four large, waterproof, buoyant equipment cases, each strapped with a parachute of its own.
An airman stood by the controls of the rear cargo ramp, small box above his head glowing a steady red as he watched the silent military men. Who they were he wasn’t sure – none of the crew was. Special forces, probably, but what they’d be doing out here, and on what mission, he had no idea. But orders were orders, whether they were official or not.
And then the light suddenly began to blink an urgent amber...
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OOC - This is the IC thread for Metal Joe. If you aren't a player, please don't post here - you can comment in the OOC thread. We'd love to hear from you there.
Shadow Wolf, your first post if you please
Everyone else, hang on for a moment. But if you want to start writing up your posts offline, I'm going to need whatever your characters are doing at home, around midnight on your day off. Check the OOC thread for some info on the current situation.
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