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07-31-2014, 11:44 PM | #761 |
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Some new writing is up. But not for Heroes and Terrorists.
Some of you may have been following Bucky, Oreo Builder and and Dusty 79 as they revealed a mind-blowing set of customs under the G.I. Joe Resurgence banner. I was quite impressed with the series, and approached them with the interest of writing an introductory tale about these awesome new characters (and some old ones) And as part of their Finale, it is now up here: http://www.hisstank.com/forum/g-i-jo...feline_md.html Hopefully, you guys and others will enjoy it as much as I enjoyed seeing their customs. They have also very generously agreed to my request to use their characters in the Heroes and Terrorists universe, so expect some of them to pop up from time to time, and maybe even feature. |
02-25-2015, 09:27 PM | #762 |
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Finally NEW STUFF!!!!!! I am intending to have a little more regular output the next few months. Hopefully a few are still interested.
05/20/2034 - Istanbul - PART 1 Levent Business District - 0313h 05/20/2034 Schoolgirl stretched her back and cranked her head to either side to relieve the built-up tension. She’d been laying prone on the concrete rooftop for the last two hours, her eyes glued to a night-vision scope trained across the street and her breasts scrunched against the concrete ledge. It was her fourteenth mission, and so far the one with the most inconvenient location. Idly she wondered if the Joes provided massage coverage with their health plan. She’d always wanted to go to Istanbul since she was a kid. Her imagination had been filled with thoughts of the beach, sailing the Dardanelles, and touring the old city, preferably with a cute Turkish boy...or two. Laying on the roof a half-built warehouse, watching the back door of a dilapidated skyscraper scheduled for demolition, with a dozen fellow soldiers probably staring at her ass was not how she’d envisioned her romantic trip. Well, she’d gotten the trip, all expenses paid in fact. Now she just needed the someone special. One day, she told herself, and sighed. “Anything?” Mayday asked, interpreting her sigh as a sign of something. “Nothing.”Schoolgirl rolled over and arched her back, no longer caring if the rest of the team was looking, “Are we sure this is the right address?” A grunt came from the other direction, “ve’re sure.” This from Taurus. Schoolgirl glanced in his direction, and observed him slowly fingering the edge of his sword with his thumb, sharpening stone clutched between his other fingers. He spent more time polishing that sword than most people did sleeping. It fell strongly on the “creepy” side of things. She sighed, turning back to her scope. She sensed more than heard someone kneel down beside her. The slight scent of tooled leather filled her nostrils, doubtless Spirit’s boots, she reminded herself to ask him where he bought them after the mission was over. “No one around?” he asked quietly. “Just the same dude sitting in his same car in the same spot across the way. Same as the last three hours.” “What’s he doing?” “Um… drumming his fingers to whatever he’s listening to. Why?” “May I?” Spirit asked. She passed the monocle to him. Silence followed for a few seconds and he started tapping his fingers. “That’s not a beat. That’s morse code.” Schoolgirl rolled on her side, but didn’t have time to curse herself for missing it before he dropped the next bombshell. “We’re blown! Incoming!” Schoolgirl was only half way to her feet when the door to the stairs was blown from its hinges with a shaped charge. ----------------------------------------------------------- 12 hours earlier… Istanbul Ataturk Airport - 1530h 05/19/2034 The Cessna Citation X rolled to a stop beside the private hangar, a slight breeze off the Mediterranean ruffling the flags on their polls. Schoolgirl turned her seat to get a better look, still luxuriating that the plush leather seat moved. And vibrated, one could not forget the massage function. “Turkey,” she spoke out loud, mild excitement in her voice “we’re in Turkey?” In the seat across from her, Hardhead raised a bushy blonde eyebrow, “haven’t you been deployed before?” he teased her. “Of course I have!” she shot back, trying to sound as mature as an enlisted man twice her age. She didn’t elaborate that all her deployments had been in Great Britain for anti-terrorism units before she’d joined the Joe team, and in the few months since she’d only been across the pond. Or Stateside as the Americans called it. “We’ll all have time to look around,” Ice Cream Soldier cut in from the front of the plane, speaking for the first time since the mission briefing. “Remember your assignments. Giorgios, you and Jillian,” he nodded at Hardhead and Schoogirl, “are getting off here. You’re posing as a rich businessman and his...erm...mistress here for travel.” Schoolgirl had to admit that the way he blushed every time he used that word was kind of adorkable. Too bad he never really let loose with the others. “Allen and Julia,” Ice nodded to Takedown and Firing Pin, “you will follow shortly posing as Gio’s personal assistants. Take our tech with you.” Schoolgirl had managed to get Julia talking on the flight. Everyone had heard of Poveglia, but it had been her first chance to get to know anything first hand. Firing Pin had been as open as security would allow, but she’d gotten a good idea of why Takedown had his scars. She’d hoped to talk to him, but every time she tried she got the distinct impression that Firing Pin would murder her if she got too close, and she’d backed off. “Reymond,” he addressed the last member of the group, the big guy with the dark look in his eyes, “you’re with me. We’ll be bring our gear and weapons out as part of the maintenance crew once we’re in the hanger.” The big man nodded, not looking up from whatever he was holding. Ice rapped his knuckles twice on the door to the cockpit and a second later received two taps in reply. The pilot was a civilian, the plane’s regular pilot, on loan with the jet from Extensive Enterprises by way of a convoluted set of favours Schoolgirl didn’t know enough about. They hadn’t seen him and he wouldn’t see them, preserving operational security. “Questions?” Ice asked, and when no one spoke continued, “Code Names from here on out. We check in at the hotel in three hours, rooms are registered under your cover identities.” Hardhead stood and gestured for Schoolgirl to go ahead. She smiled, picking up her purse from the floor and heading to the front of the plane where Ice was lowering the stairs. As she passed, she glanced up, catching his eyes on her, but as she smiled back to wish him luck, he quickly glanced away and stepped back to let her out. She shrugged to herself, putting on her best ‘ditsy’ look, and loosening her hips as she took each step off the plane. “Isn’t the air here wonderful daddy?” she asked in an artificially high voice as Hardhead followed her down the stairs, noticing the waiting porter roll his eyes. He would have been cute, she observed to herself, if not for that wedding band on his left hand. ----------------------------------------------------------- Taya Hatun Mah - 1630h 05/19/2034 Takedown stepped off the airport transfer shuttle, his right hand testing the strap on the canvas bag over his shoulder to make sure it was securely in place and couldn’t be ripped off by a passing stranger or enemy agent. Casting his eyes around, he noticed nothing particularly out of the ordinary as Firing Pin followed him down the stairs. Still, he disliked being this close to the Grand Bazaar. Too many hiding places for dangers. “The Antik is apparently two stops away if we take transit, or a twenty minute walk,” Firing Pin said in a business-like tone as she stood beside him. “Walk or ride?” “Lets walk,” Takedown muttered, casting his eyes in all directions, “buses are a little to easy to seal up.” Firing pin smiled a little sadly, then nodded, “good plan, gives us a chance to look at some of the architecture. Come on, there’s a cart selling some very nice shawls. Lets try and fit in with the other tourists. Takedown pursed his lips, but followed reluctantly, not wanting to be in the open any more than they had to. |
02-25-2015, 10:15 PM | #763 |
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I like it so far can't wait for more plus it's nice to see some older characters pop up again
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02-26-2015, 10:14 PM | #764 |
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Loving the new characters. I don't remember you doing a story from a woman's perspective before.
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02-26-2015, 10:23 PM | #765 |
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Quote:
I like playing with our friends from Poveglia every now and again to see how they evolve. Quote:
Not in any length no. There were some snippets in "Scarlett", "New York" and "Scoop", but never more than a couple paragraphs, and little of their thoughts. Hoping to have part 2 up tomorrow at current writing pace, and another piece Sunday or Monday (related but not Istanbul) |
03-03-2015, 07:14 PM | #766 |
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05/20/2034 - Istanbul - PART 1
Unmarked Van - Kennedy Cb - 1645h 05/19/2034 Ice Cream Soldier glanced over his shoulder through the small slit window into the back of the truck. Fridge was carefully racking the weapons they’d brought on one side of the truck, while the monitors on the other side of the van showed a series of running diagnostics. He turned to the hulk beside him, the harsh cut of the man’s red beard, and bald head only the second most intimidating thing in the cab behind the gigantic scimitar wedged between their seats. “So…” he started, unsure of just what to say, “Taurus right?” “Da.” “You’re from around here I take it?” Ice asked, the accent painfully obvious from the moment they had met. “Da.” Ice paused, yes or no questions seemed the best way to go, “are Mayday and the rest of the team at the hotel already?” “Da.” “Any...er...changes in the situation.” “None. Still Looking for gun dealer. Still looking for ‘puter ‘ackers.” “Nothing yet?” “Maybe location from NIO,” Taurus replied, referring to Turkey’s National Intelligence Organization, “will look tonight.” “Ah. Good.” Ice resigned himself to waiting until they met up with Mayday and the others to ask any further questions. He turned to look out the window as they passed the ferry dock. Thousands of people we getting on and off the boats, and even more craft were in the water in all direction. The constant flux of people in and out made for great cover to insert the team, but of course also made great cover for any illegal activity to move themselves and anything else. That of course was the entire reason that they were there. The Turkish port authorities had come across several shipments of arms moving both in and out of the country, but every time they got close to the source, the trail went cold, or their investigation team was found dead. This itself was alarming enough, until one raid had turned up a Cobra Maggot being offloaded from a cargo ship out of Buenos Aires. The crew of the vessel had given their lives in a firefight before answering any questions. That was when the Joe team had been called in. Most of the team was hastily assembled from either Joes on vacation nearby, or those who lived in the area. Ice and his team had been flown out of The Rock to supplement them, bringing along the new girl, Schoolgirl, who was supposed to become their fifth man to replace Darion, Breach, after he’d been killed in New York last month. It seemed like Firing Pin and Takedown liked her enough, and Ice figured she’d be a good fit. Her presence was a good uplift for the team. They’d all seen far too much since their first deployment on Poveglia. But he did worry about Fridge. After Poveglia his best friend James had left the Joes, and the military altogether. They still kept in touch as far as he knew, and that probably would have been scaring enough. But then Breach had been gunned down in New York right in front of Fridge’s eyes. He’d never really gotten over that Ice knew. Unfortunately, none of them had really known what to do. Ice had tried, but he’d never been very good with people, and he knew that Fridge had always seen him as the one on the team most in need of protection. Firing Pin was too busy trying to keep Takedown from having a mental breakdown to deal with Fridge’s issues. Exorcist, the team’s psychiatrist, had advised splitting the team up at first after New York, but none of them had shown the ability to function well with any of their new fire-teams, so they’d been put back together with some new blood. Secretly, Ice suspected that Hardhead was there as much to keep an eye on all the ‘youngins’ as he liked to call them, as for his tactical planning. Both of which were good he supposed. He’d never be able to really be objective about the others, certainly not to their faces, but he doubted behind their backs either, and despite his rapid promotion to officer status, he really didn’t have a lot of front line experience yet. He hoped that that wouldn’t be changing anytime soon. But somehow he knew it would. ----------------------------------------------------------- The Antik Hotel - Istanbul - 1650h 05/19/2034 Mayday looked at her watch, the other team should be arriving soon. Rolling her neck, she finally got that last crick out of it from the boat-ride over. The sunburn on her back still hurt like the dickens though, and she knew the moment she strapped on her armor it would be chafing the middle of it for hours. Drawing in a deep breath and then letting it out she resigned herself to not finishing her snorkeling vacation. By the time she wrapped up here, her sisters would be headed back to Thunder Bay. At least they’d spent a few days together, but it still bothered her that her first leave in two years had been cut short so abruptly. Rolling her neck again she picked up the tablet again, looking over the files from Mainframe. The team from Istanbul that had found the Maggot, had done a thorough look-over of the vehicle before it had been packaged off and sent to the Joes. A couple of serial numbers for the weapons system had been the only notable discovery, but apparently they traced back to a company called War Gods International. In the back of her mind, Mayday knew there were some old Greek and Roman gods for that, but she couldn’t remember what they were. She doubted it mattered. The company was registered in London England, but had factories and sales centers across Europe, and was a supply contractor to most of the European Union. No official contact had been made with the company, but things didn’t look good for them. Although each of the weapons crates had been unmarked and unable to be traced to a source point, a cross-checking of the ships manifests showed that every single vessel that had been transporting a hidden weapons cache, had also been carrying at least one container from War Gods International or their subsidiaries. That alone was enough to warrant a visit from an investigative team, but if there was an active cobra presence in Istanbul, it would be better to shoot first and dig through the computers later. Of course, Mayday reminded herself, that was becoming Standard Operating Procedure for most of the Joe operation these days. She stretched, arching her sore back. Wherever they got their furniture from, it was most assuredly not ergonomic. She stood, walking towards the door to the adjoining room where the team would be assembling. Pausing to look at the tin on her bed Mayday shrugged, she wouldn’t be in a bikini again anytime soon, what did it matter if it went to her thigh. Might as well find out what Turkish, Turkish Delight tasted like. ----------------------------------------------------------- Outside The Antik Hotel - Istanbul - 1655h 05/19/2034 Firing Pin slowed her pace without even having to look at Takedown as they approached the hotel. Over the past few months she’d learned that he’d look at every possible entrance and escape root of any building before ever setting for in one. Unofficially, he’d become the team’s de-facto EOD, which was perfectly fine with her. Any time Lightfoot was around, it took two hours to go a mile, and she was pretty sure that the team had an unofficial pool on just how long it was before Tripwire accidentally set off ALL the explosives. “Weather is nice, isn’t it?” Firing Pin asked casually. There was a minute’s pause, “yeah. Nice and clear.” “Feel relaxed yet?” “No.” “Sky…” she started. “Terrorists…” “Surf…” “Weapons manufacturers…” “Sun,” she gave up. Takedown opened his mouth to reply, then closed it, then finally replied, “sun is nice.” She smiled, momentarily enjoying his improved mood. “At least there shouldn’t be any winged things with giant claw arms.” Firing Pin groaned, but followed him up the stairs shaking her head. They were just approaching the main doors when a blond man in sunglasses came through and walked right into Firing Pin, causing her to stumble slightly in surprise. “Hey man,” Takedown pushed the man away from her, “what’s your problem.” “Sorry duuuuuude” the man said, drawing out the word unnecessarily long “just heading out to Par-Tay!” he giggled. “Listen bub-” “Let him go,” Firing Pin put her hand on Takedown’s arm, taking in the slurred speech, aviator sunglasses, flowered Hawaiian shirt, and green Khakis. “Just a drunk tourist.” “Nah gurl”, he laughed again, and pointed his fingers at her like guns making a ‘bang-bang’ motion, “I’m a spy!” He hurried away down the stairs. “Come on,” Takedown harumphed. Firing Pin followed him, but made one last glance over her shoulder. Despite his garish outfit, the man had already somehow disappeared in the mostly empty plaza. Strange, she thought to herself, she’d only looked away for a second. And what kind of tourist wore leather gloves and carried a mail satchel in this heat? |
03-03-2015, 07:30 PM | #767 |
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Chuckles?
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03-03-2015, 07:49 PM | #768 |
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All I can say is 'he he he'
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03-04-2015, 11:30 AM | #769 |
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When was Ice-cream soldier promoted to Officer?
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03-05-2015, 11:46 PM | #770 |
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Reposted
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