|
Community Links |
Social Groups |
Pictures & Albums |
Members List |
Search Forums |
Advanced Search |
Go to Page... |
|
Thread Tools |
12-15-2009, 02:33 AM | #3351 |
Cobra puppet therapist
Join Date: May 2009
Location: Area 51, Nevada
Posts: 10,127
|
Game Over The G.I. Joe team wins the game! Congratulations to the Joe team on your victory! Cobra team, be proud! You guys played a damn good game. Your team is starting to look and perform like the Cobra I remember, the team that always dominated. Keep up the momentum and keep moving forward. I want to thank everyone for all of the time and effort you guys and gals put into this game. I was really blown away by the fact that so many of you have the game rules down pat, both Cobras and Joes. Being the GM has given me a whole new perspective on this game; I don’t see it as Joe and Cobra, I see it as a bunch of friends all getting together and playing a game based on something we love. This game gives me that same feeling of fun and role play I had as a kid and I hope that you guys enjoy this as much as I do. I look forward to seeing you all back next game! I have much in store for us and I will be keeping you all informed over the next few weeks. Also, I have read some of the suggestions in the War council thread and I am really excited about putting that stuff in the game ASAP. Keep the ideas coming! Thank you!
|
12-15-2009, 02:35 AM | #3352 |
Mortal Enemy
Join Date: Nov 2008
Location: Site B
Posts: 32,666
|
To be continued.
MUHAHAHA!
__________________
|
12-15-2009, 03:17 AM | #3353 |
Hisstank.Com General
Join Date: Feb 2008
Location: Charlotte, NC
Posts: 12,521
|
Closed till the next round
|
01-19-2010, 01:00 AM | #3354 |
Cobra Viper
Join Date: Jul 2009
Location: SANTANA CA
Posts: 220
|
Cobra Viper
Move +4 "West Coast Killa COOOOOOOOOBRA!!!!"
__________________
|
01-19-2010, 01:01 AM | #3355 |
I come from the Net.
Join Date: Aug 2008
Location: Montreal, Canada
Posts: 4,262
|
New round ready? Let's rock.
G.I. Joe Soldier Move +2
__________________
Ages 25 & Up thread, blog, facebook page, and twitter feed. Visit the beautiful Arbco Islands! |
01-19-2010, 01:16 AM | #3356 |
Cobra puppet therapist
Join Date: May 2009
Location: Area 51, Nevada
Posts: 10,127
|
Chapter 5: Hostile takeover Prologue January 9th, 09:00 Kyushu Japan, Nagasaki Prefecture; Lord Nobunaga's private compound: On a picturesque mountain several miles outside of the city of Nagasaki, sat the Kumamoto. The castle and the winding road leading up to it had been built centuries ago by a Samurai lord. A large white sedan followed by a black sedan, slowly made its way up the beautiful forested road and was now approaching the main gate of the large estate. Inside the compound, security teams and servants buzzed into action. The head of security spoke into his cufflink, "Lord Nobunaga is approaching, all teams into position". As the small convoy passed the main gate and entered the courtyard, they were met by a security team standing at attention. They bowed deeply as Lord Nobunaga exited the vehicle. Nobunaga was a tall and powerfully built Japanese man in his fifties, but he wore his salt and pepper hair in a short modern style which made him look younger. He was dressed from head to toe in a finely tailored white golfing outfit. He was old money, the direct descendant of a Samurai family and all that that implied. He was born to wealth, power and above all, respect. The kind that comes from a people who had been under Samurai rule for so long that even now, hundreds of years later, remnants of it still remained in their genes, like a whispered memory. The Samurai in the modern age had traded their Armor and bows for three piece suits and golf clubs. Golf was Japan's blood sport, it was where all major deals were done, and Nobunaga had just returned from a major deal. "My lord, your lunch awaits and at your discretion, we will prepare your video conference with Lord McCullen" said the chief of security. "I will take the conference now". Even with his wealth and power, he felt uneasy at the prospect of keeping James McMullen waiting, especially considering the nature of the discussion at hand. Nobunaga went to his wardrobe room and changed into a pair of Hakama and a dark robe. He made his way to his office, overlooking the valley and the distant city beyond. He sat at his chair and waited. After a few moments, the large screen in his office came to life. Nobunaga was taken aback by Lord McCullen's appearance; in the past, James McCullen had always worn a modern business suit or a casual outfit. The James McCullen that stood before him now wore what appeared to be a suit of leather studded battle armor, adorned with gold shoulder plates and a blood red cape. He looked like a man prepared for war and his grim expression matched his attire. James McCullen's deep and powerful voice boomed through the speakers, "Lord Nobunaga" Nobunaga answered, "Good morning to you lord McCullen" James McCullen, A.K.A Destro, was in no mood for pleasantries “Have you discussed the terms of settlement with Extensive Enterprises?” M.A.R.S Industries, together with the Japanese electronics conglomerate Matsushita had attempted a hostile take over of Extensive Enterprises, which despite great effort, had failed miserably. Extensive Enterprises had spent a great deal of money fighting off the takeover and were now threatening to sue both companies in international court. Lord Nobunaga was an expert in making large backroom financial deals and had taken it upon himself to placate EE with certain concessions. Matsushita was the world’s largest electronics manufacturing conglomerate in the world; when someone went into a store to buy a cordless phone, chances were that four of the eight brands available were subsidiaries of Matsushita. Indeed, Matsushita was so huge that it competed with itself. “An agreement has been reached; I will reduce my market presence in Western Europe and give EE exclusive access to joint ventures for the next ten years. James, this deal will cost me billions of dollars, I humbly remind you that you did agreed to help me shoulder this burden.” Destro leaned forward with a gleam in his eye, “I need not be reminded of my obligations, Akira. Nor do I abandon my allies in their time of need! I shall transfer three billion in liquid assets to you by April, and another two billion in the following year. Now is not the time for allies to doubt one another. Now then, let us forget these petty financial matters and get on to our real business. Have your men finished testing my new targeting system?” “The helmet works perfectly James, and with my operating systems, electronics, and circuits, which are all at least ten years ahead of everyone else, your aircraft will dominate the skies.” Destro gave a faint smile, “Those fools! Did they think that I would develop the world’s most advanced targeting system and only produce ONE prototype? It will take the Americans at least five years to reverse engineer my design, and by then it will be obsolete.” Akira gave a grunt of approval, “Of course, your design is truly genius. My only question is who will you sell them to? The Chinese have already signed with Dassault aviation, and the Americans are firmly engaged with both Lockheed and Boeing.” Destro laughed a deep and rich laugh, “Akira, selling weapons is my business, and you let me worry about finding customers. When the world sees how effective my next generation weapons are, they will come to me begging! But first, we must have a field test and I have just the right target in mind.” “Eh? James, you intrigue me, I must know what you have in mind” “I will say only this Akira, for every cent that Extensive Enterprises has cost me, they shall pay tenfold in blood and tears. The time for lawyers has ended friend, the time for war has begun!” January 12th, 19:30 New York, New York; Extensive Enterprises, U.S. Headquarters: It was sundown over New York City, the city that never sleeps. The sky was a blood red blanket lain over the cold blue haze of smog that passed for air. A black helicopter cut through a bank of fog as it approached Extensive Enterprises tower, “Extensive six coming in for landing” “Copy that Extensive six, helipad is lit, you are clear for landing.” On the roof of the tower, three men in suits stood near the brightly lit helipad and awaited the arrival of the CEO and CFO. The Black helicopter was a modified Westland Lynx ZB-500, the worlds fastest helicopter, capable of doing over 200 mph. It was coming in hot, and the three men on the roof instinctively began to run for cover as it approached the pad. The Lynx circled around the tower a few times, slowing down, and landed like a feather on the helipad. As the helicopter powered down, the pilot and co-pilot got out of the chopper and approached the men in suits. One of the men, dressed in Grey, asked the pilot, “Where are Tomax and Xamot? The pilots removed their helmets; they were twins, one with a scar on his face. “Don’t look so shocked Johnson, you should be glad to see us.” “Forgive me sirs, where, where are the corporate pilots?” Johnson asked. Xamot answered, “When you can find a corporate pilot that can fly that Lynx better than us, we will let them, but until then we prefer to fly ourselves, would you agree brother?” Tomax clapped his brother on the shoulder, “Ha-ha, most certainly brother! Now then, Johnson, we mustn’t keep our guest waiting!” The three men sobered at the mention of their guest. They immediately stood aside and let the brothers take the lead as they all made their way to the elevator. The first stop was the 88th floor, the penthouse. Here, in this ten thousand square foot palace, the twins changed out of their flight suits and into matching dark grey dress suits. The next stop was down 98 floors, nearly 100 feet below ground, to what the brothers liked to call “The recreation room”. Besides housing all types of training facilities and a few bunkers, it housed a room where secrets where kept. On the way down, during the long elevator ride, the brothers where briefed. “Sirs, as I stated in my previous report, the man in question is Herman Walters. Our internal control department has been watching this man for quit some time, ever since he was red flagged by the I.E. Unit. After several months of surveillance, our patience paid off. We tracked several phone calls and emails to a man we believe is his handler. After analyzing the content of these communiqués, we know for certain that he was feeding information to M.A.R.S. We believe that he is in fact a Mars operative, planted here about 18 months ago. We are still assessing the extent of our exposure, but until we can debrief him, we can’t know for certain.” The brothers took a deep breath in unison and looked at each other, they burst out laughing, Tomax put his hand on Johnson’s shoulder “I’m sorry, forgive us Johnson, we really were listening to you. It’s just that…” Xamot intervened, “What my brother means to say is that we deeply appreciate all of the trouble you have gone to and your great attention to detail, its just that we enjoy this type of thing, call it a character flaw.” Johnson was at a loss for words, he suddenly felt afraid being alone with these two. The elevator came to a stop and opened. Tomax and Xamot stepped out and turned to Johnson, “We’ll take it from here, do get some rest Johnson and take a load off, read a good book”. The elevator door closed. The brothers walked down a brightly lit hall to a darkly lit room guarded by a man in a crimson combat uniform. The man stood at sharp attention “Hail Cobra!” The man stood aside, and the twins entered. Herman Walter’s talents relied on the fact that he was an unremarkable man, average height and build, and not particularly handsome. His misfortune was getting caught in a power struggle between the most dangerous men in the world. He had been stripped down to his underwear and was chained to the ceiling by his wrists. The chains were just long enough to allow his toes to reach the ground. It was obvious that he had been badly beaten and was malnourished. The twins turned on the lights as they entered the room and took off their jackets, draping them over a pair of chairs by a nearby desk. As requested, the desk contained a wide assortment of strange and random objects and two bottles of Perrier drinking water, in case they got thirsty. Xamot approached the hanging man, “Herman, Herman, Herman….is there a short version for that? Herm, or maybe Hermie?” He removed his tie and began rolling up his sleeves. Tomax said, “Let’s see, Hermie, Hermie, Hermie, hmmmm, doesn’t really roll of the tongue does it? Oh well.” Tomax removed his tie as well, “Listen Herman, Right now, you do of course know that no matter what you say, your going to die here in this room. And yet, somewhere deep inside, you are hoping against hope, that if you can only say the right thing, only give us the right information, presented just the right way, that you might somehow survive this. I’ll tell you now, you won’t.” Xamot cut in, “You see Herman, my brother and I have a vested interest in the outcome of this situation. To put it bluntly, we take this sort of thing very personally!” Xamot punched Herman hard in the gut. Herman gasped for air. “Brother, brother, brother, lets not be so harsh. This man has already had a bad day. How about a story? Would you like to hear a story?” Tomax grabbed the man roughly by his jaw and forced him to look up at Xamot, “You had better answer me quickly next time! Do you see my brother’s scar!?” “Ye, ye, yes, I see it, I see it!” “Good. I’m going to tell you a story about how he got that scar. Would you like to hear it?” Herman answered weakly, “Yes.” “Good! This story is germane to the issue at hand, so I expect you to listen closely. I would ask you to never repeat this, but I know you won’t.” Xamot stood silently as Tomax told the tale, it had been twenty years since he had thought of that day and it shocked him now to hear it told. “My brother and I are the sons of a nobleman. Our family was once very powerful and wealthy. After World War II, our grandfather fell from grace and was stripped of much of his wealth and his lands, only his title and a small piece of land remained. Our father had a hard time adjusting to the shame of our family’s misfortune, but he did his best to provide for us. Eventually, he could no longer bear the shame of his misfortune, and he took his own life. Shortly afterwards, when our dear mother died of illness, all we had left was each other, the sons of Corsica. We were twelve then.” Tomax slapped Herman hard in the mouth, “Look at me when I talk to you!” Herman struggled to lift his head. “We worked shit jobs just to survive and hustled in the back alleys of Corsica, gambling, stealing, running small cons, doing whatever we had to do to eat. By the time we were teenagers, we had become experts in survival. One day, while I was off on my own, I received word that my brother was in the hospital, he had been attacked by a group of men and had been badly wounded. Obviously he survived, but it left him scarred. I had almost lost the only family I had left, and it was at that point that I swore an oath to him, that we would rebuild our fortune and our family would once again rise to power! I swore also, that when that day came, we would return to Corsica and buy the whole damn island, and we would make our old enemies pay dearly. Everyone who laughed at us, everyone who made us suffer, they would all pay.” Xamot was deeply moved to hear his brother recount the event. Struggling to hold back his tears, he remembered all they had suffered through. The pain and fear of poverty, the pain of knowing that their Father had killed himself out of shame, and that their mother had fallen deathly ill from working so hard to support them. Tomax continued, “After we had achieved our wealth, my brother could have removed that scar easily through plastic surgery. He chose to keep the scar as a reminder, that we should never forget what we went through. My brother and I swore long ago that we would destroy anyone who got in our way!” Xamot stepped forward and grabbed Herman by his hair, jerking his head back, “Herman, do you think that after everything that we have gone through, that we would let an insignificant worm like you destroy all that we have built? You are a fool! Tell us everything, don’t leave out even the smallest detail, and I promise that we will make this quick and painless for you. However, if you insist on playing games, I have a game we can play called ‘You choose which bone I break next’, and you will not enjoy it.” January 15th, 23:00 Kyushu Japan, Fukuoka Prefecture; Downtown Fukuoka: In a small one bedroom apartment, deep in the heart of Fukuoka, the largest city on Kyushu Island, an alarm clock went off. Masa rose from his sleep. It was 11pm, time to go to work. Masa stepped out onto the balcony of his 9th floor pad and lit a cigarette. He looked out over a sea of lights in the darkness. It was freezing out there in his shorts and t-shirt, but the dark of night gave him comfort. It was like a blanket of calm that hid the ugly truth of his existence from the world and even himself. But the lights of the city called out to him, promising distraction and release. He finished his smoke hit the shower. Twenty minutes later, he was dressed from head to toe in a blood red motorcycle outfit. He put on his thick black boots, checked his firearm one last time and stepped out into the night. Masa’s bike was waiting for him cloaked under black canvas. He threw back the cover to reveal a work of art. The most beautiful piece of singe track ordinance even seen on the streets of Fukuoka, painted blood red with black highlights. He pushed the bike down to the end of street to not wake his neighbors, and then brought it to life with a push of a button. The biked roared with a mixture of rage, pain and pleasure. He lowered his visor and gunned the throttle. He was a Bosozoku, a member of one of Japan’s many motorcycle gangs, the old people called them “Thunder tribes”. In a country where owning a gun had a stiffer penalty than actually killing someone, you had to know how to handle yourself in a street fight, and in a country known for having tough fighters, Kyushu had the toughest. Masa’s gang, the Red demons, was no exception, and as the gang leader, he had earned his scars. But, the mission tonight was a special job, this was no joy ride. His Yakuza handler had given him very specific instructions and had insisted that Masa come fully armed. The Yakuza used their local Bosozoku gangs as henchmen, for the dirty jobs that they didn’t want to be directly involved with. The Bosozoku that proved themselves to be highly resourceful, intelligent and ruthless, would eventually be chosen to step up and become full fledged Yakuza. Like college football players striving to get drafted by the NFL, these young Gangsters tried hard to prove themselves and earn a reputation in the hopes that they would one day get their tattoos. The local Yakuza group, the Brotherhood of the white lotus, had a close eye on Masa; he was a very promising young man and had upper management written all over him. Masa arrived downtown and pulled into a dark alley. He lifted his visor and opened his cell phone, “Masa here, are you guys ready?” His Red Demons were already in position both inside and behind the city’s hottest night club. “We’re here man, how long do we have to wait for this bitch?” “Until I tell you, so shut your mouth.” Masa had one last call to make, “Masa here, my men are ready.” The Yakuza Handler was called “Killer”, he was the kind of guy that would punch you in the mouth just for looking at him. “The package is on the way, she will be pulling up in a silver Ferrari. Listen Masa, don’t mess this up. I like you kid, but this will be out of my hands if you screw this up, understand?” “I understand, I will not fail.” Masa folded his cell phone and put it away. The poor bastard had no idea that the Yakuza were doing this job for a deadly and high paying client. Nearby, a silver Ferrari was flying down the road driven by Reiko Nobunaga, daughter of Akira Nobunaga, billionaire president of the Matshushita conglomerate. Reiko was as intelligent as she was beautiful, she had graduated top of her class from Tokyo University. In her younger years, she and her group of friends, all of them the children of ultra wealthy Japanese, had redefined the word “party”. Their lavish habits, decadence and depravity were the talk of every police station on Kyushu. Her father had paid a small fortune to keep the police silent. However, that was the past, Reiko was now a highly educated philanthropist, traveling the world and taking part in various projects to help the poverty stricken. This did not mean, however, that she didn’t still enjoy a good time now and then. She pulled up to the night club valet and was ushered straight past the large crowds and right through the door. “I’ll be fine from here, thank you.” Inside the club, the D.J. was bumping a strange mix of late 90’s era J-pop, and 80’s era Gangster rap, he was currently playing Easy-E over Ayumi Hamasaki. In the V.I.P. section, a man sat alone at a table off to the side. He was a Gaijin, a foreigner. Americans were not an uncommon site in a Tokyo nightclub, but here in Fukuoka, at twelve midnight in the downtown district, this man stuck out like a sore thumb. He was a well built man with thick locks of blonde hair and a vintage 1960’s era Hawaiian shirt. On anyone else, the shirt would have looked silly, but with his rugged good looks and perfect build, he pulled it off nicely. He heard a voice over his com unit, the com unit was implanted in his right molar and the sound traveled directly through his jaw bone to his eardrum. He sometimes wondered whether it was a teammate or his subconscious that was really talking to him, he wondered if he was losing his mind, but he never wondered too long because he didn’t have the time. “Chuckles, heads up, she’s entering the club now.” The voice was coming from his teammate, a good looking Asian man dressed in all black who was casually leaning against the wall near the bathrooms. “I see her quick kick, any problems?” “Well, ya know that table of rough looking guys that have been watching you all night? Don’t look now, but one of the guys just made a phone call, I don’t think he’s ordering pizza.” “Keep an eye out Quick kick” He waved to Reiko as she approached the table, and greeted her, switching over to perfect Japanese, “Reiko, so good to see you, have a seat.” “Philip, thank you so much for coming out so late, I was thrilled to hear that you decided to stay another week! So, you aren’t going to Thailand for your business meeting?” “Well, my investors said they needed more time, so I decided to stay here with my favorite Client.” Chuckles had been spending a lot of time with Reiko over the last few weeks. They had met at a charity art auction and hit it off. “What’s wrong babe, you look a bit nervous?” “Philip, I feel silly telling you this,” She laughed nervously and leaned in close “but, I think that I was followed here.” She turned her head slightly to look behind her. “When I left the house, there was a car following me, at first I thought it was my father’s men, he sometimes worries about me, but then I wasn’t so sure.” Chuckles set his drink down and leaned forward, “Is there any reason why you would feel that you’re in danger?” He asked. “Well, my father has been acting strange lately, the other day I overheard some things that made me a bit worried, so I snuck into his office. Listen Philip, you must think I’m crazy, let’s just forget this and enjoy our night.” She turned to signal the cocktail waitress Quick kick’s voice came over the com, “Heads up! Table six is on the move, four bogies, moving to intercept.” Chuckles looked past Reiko to see four men walking towards his table with grim expressions. “Don’t turn around Reiko, just look at me, we have to move now, your life is in danger.” Reiko suddenly felt scared, “Phil, your scaring me, what’s wrong?” “Reiko, please trust me, just move when I tell you.” The young men, all members of Masa’s Red Demons, took the most direct route, straight across the dance floor, rudely pushing past the dancers. Quick kick hopped over the railing and down onto the lower level with catlike grace, landing lightly. He rushed onto the crowded dance floor, moving quickly and easily through the crowd with a smooth flow, hardly giving anyone more than a light brush. He came at the Bosozoku from the left, grabbing the lead man in a half nelson and driving the man's head down into his right knee, one down, three to go. Across the room, Chuckles and Reiko got up from the table and ran into two more of Masa's guys. Chuckles punched the first man in the throat and was quickly tackled by the second. Meanwhile, in the alley behind the club, three men in a black van were impatiently waiting. Masa had hidden his bike up the street and walked down to the van. He banged on the side of the van as he approached, "Urra Urra, wake up assholes! We have a job to do!" Masa's guys in the van almost had a Heart attack, they were already wound up tight, "Damn man, what's wrong with you!! Damn Masa, always messing around, one of these days man." One of these days what idiot, get out of the damn van and get ready!" The three men got out and stood in the alley with Masa, he lit a cigarette. A Japanese man looking like he had slept in his clothes stumbled down the alley towards them; he appeared drunk, "Hey, you guys got a smoke?" Masa's right hand man casually spit on the ground, "Beat it clown, before I kick the shit out of you" The other men laughed, Masa looked away, he had more pressing matters, he kept his eye on the backdoor of the Nightclub. A moment later, there was a commotion behind him, he turned to see two of his men on the ground and the third flying through the air slamming hard against the far wall of the alley. Masa grabbed his gun and pulled it out, it was not a move he was used to, he was accustomed to fighting with his fists or his favorite weapon, a bokken, but his instincts never failed him, and now they told him that he was way out of his league. This whole thought process had taken place in as long as it took him to draw his gun. In that same amount of time, the ragged looking Japanese man in the alley moved into his right flank, disarmed him and brought an elbow to his temple knocking him out cold. For the moment, Masa's troubles were but a dream as the comfort of darkness overtook him. Back inside, the music stopped and the club was full of screams and people looking for an exit. The dance floor was now deserted except for the four gangsters and a few bouncers lying on the floor, some unconscious, others groaning with the pain of compound fractures and dislocated joints. Quick Kick ran to the back of the club and saw Chuckles picking himself up off the ground and two unconscious gangsters at his feet dressed in motorcycle gear. Quick kick urged Chuckles and Reiko forward, “Guys we have to go, now” Chuckles groaned and spoke into his com unit, “Budo, this is Chuckles, we are coming to you now, code red, is the alley clear?” “Yeah, its cool, well, it was… then it wasn’t, but its cool now anyway.” “What?! Is the alley clear or not?” Chuckles yelled. “Yeah, yeah, its clear, but you should hurry anyway”. Chuckles, Quick Kick and Reiko burst through the back door of the club and into the chill night of the alley. There was a black van waiting, the headlights flashed and an arm waved out of the driver side window. “That’s Budo, let’s go!” They ran to the van. Quick Kick yelled, “Shotgun! I called it!” He got into the passenger seat and Chuckles and Reiko piled into the back. Chuckles slid the door shut as Budo floored the gas pedal and peeled out of the alley. A moment later, Quick kick asked casually, “Where’d you get the van dude?” Budo answered with a grim expression, “I borrowed it, your dad said to fill up the tank before we bring it back.” He looked at Quick Kick “What?” “Dude, you don’t have to be a smart ass, I was just asking were you got the van.” “What? I don’t know, its one AM man, you think I went to gangster vans R us, who cares where I got the damn van!” “Both of you shut the hell up!” Chuckles was sitting in the back nursing a loose tooth. Reiko, now somewhat safe, began to absorb what just went down, “Who the hell are you! What the hell is going on Philip!?” Chuckles looked at Reiko; he knew that it was over, just like every time, and like every time, he had promised himself that he wouldn’t fall in love. The pain never gets easier, you just get used to it after a while. “I’m sorry Reiko, we are U.S. Government agents, our job was to watch you and if necessary, protect you.” He looked deep into her eyes, searching for a hint of fire, hoping, but it was dead. “So, this was all bullshit. I see now.” Her panic had now subsided. She was suddenly calm and ready to face whatever came her way, “Why are they after me?” “These gangsters were just the hired muscle; your problems are much bigger than that. Your father has made enemies with a powerful terrorist organization. They want to use you in order to get to him. We can help him and you, but we need you to cooperate with us and allow us to protect you. I won’t force you to come with us.” Reiko looked at Chuckles with an ice cold stare, “I’ll go with you, but only to help my father.” “Your making the right choice Reiko, believe it or not, we’re the good guys. Quick kick, radio for pickup ASAP.” “Gotcha boss” Krrch~ “Covert six to Big bird, requesting immediate evac, uploading our position to you now. Repeat, need immediate evac, package is secure.” “Roger that, Covert six, intercept in fifteen, Big bird is coming down.” |
01-19-2010, 01:16 AM | #3357 |
Cobra puppet therapist
Join Date: May 2009
Location: Area 51, Nevada
Posts: 10,127
|
mission briefing: January 19th, 22:00 North East Scotland, Near Stonehaven; Castle Destro: Dunnottar castle sat on the coast of North East Scotland. Historically, it was the most impregnable fortress ever built in Scotland. The rock it sat on was nearly half a mile high and three acres wide, and seemed to be designed for its purpose. In ancient times, there was only two ways in or out of Dunnottar; the first was a narrow cleft in the rock which connected it to the plateau, and the other, by boat through a marine cave which ran deep under the rock, and from there, a narrow, steep trail leading to the well guarded Postern gate. The castle lay in ruins for centuries, until it was purchased by Lord James McCullen. There, he built a new castle, designed after the McCullen clan's ancestral home in the North Highlands, dubbing it "Castle Destro" The new castle took up the entire surface of the rock and was as tall as it was wide, with battlements and a spiraling tower. Below the castle, McCullen had hollowed the rock, cored it like an apple, and built an elaborate reinforced facility which went all the way down to the bedrock of the North Sea. The ancient sea cave passage had been redesigned as a hidden underwater dock complete with submarine bays. The thin strip of land which connected Dunnottar to the mainland was removed altogether. Instead, the castle now had a retractable bridge which could be deployed quickly, connecting it to the mainland. The castle looked for the entire world like a medieval stronghold, but beneath its sixteenth century architecture and antique tapestries beat the heart of a technological powerhouse. Every square inch of the castle contained the most sophisticated electronics systems in the world. Destro was in his private quarters. It was late in the evening and there was much to be done in preparation for the early morning assault of extensive enterprise’s international headquarters. As he donned his silver mask, he thought to himself how fitting it was that EE's headquarters was in France, the nation he held responsible for the downfall of his clan. Destro left his quarters and was met by one of his lieutenants in the hall. They walked together to the high speed lift. Moments later, they were speeding down to the lower levels. Destro valued efficiency above all else, even at the expense of personal comfort. The lieutenant had to braced himself for the maniacal free fall to the lower levels, while Destro as always, seemed completely unaffected, standing there with his arms crossed, tapping his right foot casually. Within seconds, the lift doors opened and they stepped out onto the upper level of a massive hanger. At least two hundred men were working like ants, fueling various combat aircraft, loading arrays of missiles onto heavily armored ground vehicles, moving pallets loaded with various weapons systems. On the left side of the hanger, a platoon of heavily armored men stood in perfect formation while a commander performed a uniform and equipment inspection. Destro walked down the metal stairs to the lower level. His commander stood at sharp attention and saluted, “Lord Destro, the men are ready and all vehicles are undergoing final preparations, we are ahead of schedule.” “Which means, you are right on time. Excellent Voltar, I am pleased. Remember what we discussed, no prisoners, and as for the twins, I want you to bring me their heads.” Destro replied. Voltar saluted again, “Of course my lord, it is understood, my only regret is that you will not personally be leading us to victory.” Destro looked at the squad standing before him, “It is regrettable, I would love to crush those Cobra cretins with my bare hands, but, it is not the right time to reveal myself. The time will come soon Voltar, but for now, you get to have all the fun.” He clapped Voltar on the shoulder with heavy and hard hand. “Thank you my Lord.” said Voltar. Destro stepped forward and stood before the neat rows of soldiers. “My Grenadiers, after years of training and preparation, the time has come for you to exercise your superiority. You were chosen as Grenadiers because you met with my highest standards of excellence! You will go forward now and dominate the battlefield, destroying all who stand before you! Our enemies will soon learn that to oppose us, means death.” “If you should fall in battle, remember that you are grenadiers and die with honor! Fir the Clan!” The Iron Grenadiers could barely contain their rage and fervor, but they did not twitch a single muscle. Instead, they raised their arms in salute and shouted in unison, “HAIL DESRO!!” Destro returned the salute, turned sharply and left the hanger. Voltar stepped forward and cleared his throat, “Inside your visor’s heads up display, you will see a diagram of Extensive Enterprises international headquarters, location, Paris France. As you can see, it is a large sprawling complex of office buildings. Our main targets are buildings B, and E, both are highlighted in your diagrams, red and yellow, respectively.” We will assault the complex at O’ four hundred hours. Satellite scans of the complex have shown no indication of heavy weapons systems, however, there may be smaller defense systems that our satellites were unable to detect. The complex will be guarded by a small but experienced security team, Cobra mercenaries. Do not underestimate them. Our first priority will be to secure the area before we advance on the main structures. Our armor and aircraft will provide heavy fire support and maintain our perimeter. “Red team, you will move into Building A, this is the data storage facility. You will extract all encoded files, do not try to decode them, they will only self destruct. Just bring them to me. Annihilators will provide fire support. After all files have been removed, signal Detonator and he will destroy the building.” “A word of caution, the Iron B.A.T.S will be performing a random sweep pattern, eliminating any EE staff that they encounter, stay out of their way.” “Hellfire, you and the Gold team will stay with me. We will move directly to Building E, this is the executive housing facility. It is designed for luxury housing of the top EE staff, mostly penthouses. Our intelligence informs us that our primaries; Tomax and Xamot, will most likely be on the 88th floor, our source tells us that they have a preoccupation with this number. Your orders are to kill them on sight! One million dollars will be given to any man who kills one of the brothers.” “If our window expires before we have found them, we will detonate the entire building before we evacuate the complex. Understand that the Crimson twins, as they are sometimes called, are themselves highly trained soldiers, proceed with caution and immediately call for backup if you obtain a visual on them.” “I wish you all success on your mission! HAIL DESTRO!” The Iron Grenadiers saluted, “HAIL DESTRO!” January 20th, 02:45 Aquitaine, Southern France; G.I. Joe mobile command: In the dead of night, a squadron of Tomahawks and various assault and support aircraft sat on a small airfield located in the quiet French country side. The air field was on loan from French military Intelligence. In a small hanger, the G.I. Joe special missions’ force was preparing for war. This was to be a bare bones operation; no large banks of computers, no fifty man team of support staff, just a room full of the most highly trained men and women in the world, committed to a single mission and ready to do whatever was needed to accomplish it. Each member knew their role, each man and woman knew the strengths and weaknesses of the soldier standing next to them, and was ready to die for them if necessary. Flint had just gotten off the Com with G.I. Joe High command. He walked to the center of the hanger, his strike team took notice and formed a circle around him. Chuckles was standing at the fore front of the circle dressed in dark Grey tactical gear. “Listen up Joes, we just received confirmation, we are go for mission launch. According to intelligence gathered by Chuckles’ Covert Ops team, Destro is planning to attack Extensive Enterprises headquarters here in France. We believe that this attack will occur this morning. Joe Satcom recently tracked a group of unidentified aircraft traveling at speed across the North Sea, they are on a direct course for EE headquarters, and their E.T.A is about 45 minutes. Now, we’ve never seen Detsro’s private army in action, but you can be damn sure that they will be highly trained and heavily armed. I want everyone on their toes.” “Everyone take a look at the holoprojector, this is a map of the EE complex, we don’t know what their plan is, but they will most likely go for the Data storage, located here. Chuckles contact, thinks that they are going after EE’s top brass, the Crimson twins, so they might decide to hit this building, which appears to be some type of housing facility. We don’t know for sure, so we’ll have to take them out fast and hard before they have a chance to do any real damage. These other buildings don’t seem to contain anything valuable, so we can safely count them out.” “Our second problem is Cobra. We know that EE is a front company for old chrome dome, so we must assume that the snakes will be there. If the Crimson Twins are in fact in the complex, capturing them alive will be a high priority objective, so be alert. Chuckles has volunteered to take part in this mission and we are glad to have him, if it wasn’t for his Intel, we wouldn’t have known about this attack until it was too late.” Chuckles gave a nod to Flint. His grim expression gave no sign of any emotion. Flint turned off the holoprojector and continued with the briefing, “We roll in fifteen minutes! Breaker, you will head strike team Delta, Sci Fi and Barbeque will provide you with support, take the data storage building. Your first priority will be to gather any Intel that you can, your second priority will be to intercept any of Destro’s goons that make a move for the data. I will lead strike team Bravo, Chuckles and Barricade, you’re with me. We will cover the housing building and if possible, capture Tomax and Xamot. We will rendezvous for extraction at O’ five hundred. Check your gear and mount up! YOOOOOO JOE!!!” The Joe team shouted back, “YOOOOOOO JOE!!” January 20th, 03:35 Paris France; Extensive Enterprises International headquarters: EE headquarters, the local Parisians called it “Enterprise city”. The sprawling ten acre compound was located on the outskirts of the city. Just to get to it required driving out past the suburbs and through a small forest, and even then, you would invariably run into a security checkpoint manned my tough looking security guards. Unless you were an employee, or you had an invitation, they would politely tell you to go back the way you came. Even the non essential staff, who knew nothing of the company’s involvement with Cobra, felt an underlying aura of oppression and control. Deep within “Enterprise city”, the employees had clocked out long ago, the coffee machines were cold and all non essential systems were shut down. However, in the large and luxurious central housing building, near the center of the complex, some employees were putting in some serious over time. A Crimson guard officer stood in the center of the main lobby directing his men. “I want those explosive charges set on either side of the main entrance immediately!” he activated his com unit, *krrch~ “Fred VII to Viper team, are your men in position?” “Viper team here, we are in good to go commander.” Just then, a second transmission came in over his com, “This is Strato Viper command, come in Crimson.” “Crimson here, over.” “Be advised, you have multiple bogies coming in on two different approach vectors, group 1; Due North approach, E.T.A. 25 minutes, Group 2, South east approach E.T.A. 20 minutes. We have Rattlers on route, hold tight Crimson.” “Negative on the Rattlers, Strato Viper, we have the situation under control. Cobra Command wants to throw a party for these clowns and these skirts.” “Hahaha, Roger that Crimson, the Rattlers are on standby if you need us, Hail Cobra!” “Hail Cobra!” Fred VII turned of his com in time to see the Twins enter the Chamber. The twin Brothers were dressed in Blood red Battle armor, flanked by a Laser Viper, an Incinerator, and a squad of Crimson Vipers. Fred gave a sharp salute, “Hail Cobra!” The twins both smiled, they hadn’t had this much fun since their time in Algeria. Tomax spoke with a tone of excitement, “Officer, are your men ready?” “Yes sir, our armor and air support have taken up hidden positions on the Southern flank. My men are dug here at the Tower, and all remote defense systems are active. The crimson Vipers have set up an ambush at the Data storage center, and are ready to go. Cobra air has informed us that we have immediate incoming and are prepared to give us close air support if needed.” Xamot clapped his brother on the back, “Excellent, Brother, we should make haste and prepare for our guests. Laser viper, take your squad to the data storage facility. Heat Viper, you will stay here with us and the Crimson Guard battalion.” Heat Viper spoke through his elaborate face mask, “Yes sir, Hail Cobra!” The crimson Guardsmen in the room, being the zealots that they were could never resist the call, they howled in unison, “Hail Cobra!” Xamot took a deep breath and exchanged a glance with Tomax. There was no need for words, the two brothers had been breathing the same air since they were born, and both men knew what the other was thinking just by a glance. Xamot always got nervous before a battle, it was just the waiting that bothered him. But, once the fighting began, all stress was forgotten, there was only the thrill of the hunt. Tomax, in contrast, enjoyed every step of the process, but his only fear was losing his brother. To kill Xamot, they would first have to kill Tomax. They fought as one, and if defeated, would die as one. The Crimson Guard commander, with his troops now behind him, gave a salute, “We will not fail you sirs.” His troops gave the cry, “HAIL COBRA!” |
01-19-2010, 01:17 AM | #3358 |
Cobra puppet therapist
Join Date: May 2009
Location: Area 51, Nevada
Posts: 10,127
|
Scenario chapter 5: Hostile Takeover Red Zone: All Red zone objectives must be completed in their numbered order, 1 through 4. Once all objectives are complete, you will be in the Green zone. Green Zone: Each team has three objectives in the Green zone; a Move objective, an Action objective and a Bonus objective. They can be done in any order. You may ignore these objectives or complete them. The more objectives you complete the less hurt you have to inflict to win the game. Good luck! Range 7----6----5----4----3----2----1 {-Long--||-----Mid-----||--Close-} -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ************************************************** ************************************ Event meter: 0 ************************************************** ************************************ Cobra: HP: 405 - Vehicle Group: Crimson Hiss (Crimson Hiss driver) -75hp Crimson attack Copter (Crimson pilot) -55hp - Character Group: named characters max hp-45 Tomax -30hp Xamot -25hp H.E.A.T. Viper -25hp Laser Viper -25hp Incinerator -25hp Crimson Guard Officer -25hp - Trooper Group: troop builders max hp-35 Fred II -15 Fred X -15hp Fred IV -15hp Fred V -15hp Crimson Viper Finn -15hp Crimson Viper Juno -15hp Crimson Viper Klaus -15hp Crimson Viper Hicks -15hp Warlock -20hp-bonus objective Move points: 0 Action points: 0 Item points: 0 Available items: 2 *Combat Maneuver: “All units attack” *Combat Maneuver: “Regroup” 4 Action Commands available Red zone; Central hub of EE compound Objectives: #1. The unexpected arrival of the G.I. Joe team is a major threat, eliminate the intruders= K.O. one G.I. Joe target. #2. Action: Barricade the main tower while your laser defense systems provide a distraction= 20 action points. #3. Slow down the Iron Grenadiers assault= K.O. one I.G. Target target. #4. Move: Extensive Enterprises is under siege, Deploy all assault teams= 20 move points. Green zone; Data storage and housing facilities. Objectives: Move: Tomax and Xamot have requested addition support, send in a fire team= 30 Move points Action: Erase the data files before they can be taken by any enemies.= 30 Action points Bonus: Destro has sent an elite Mercenary to perform a covert mission, take him down= Warlock -20hp Complete the bonus objective and gain an item from the armory which can be used immediately! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- G.I. Joe: HP: 405 - Vehicle Group: Mobat (Steeler) -75hp Dragonfly (Major Altitude) -55hp - Character Group: -Named characters max hp: 45 Flint -30hp Chuckles -25hp Barricade -25hp Breaker -25hp Sci Fi -25hp Barbecue -25hp - Trooper Group: -Troop builders max hp: 35 Delta team Emery -15hp Delta team Wood -15 Delta team Rocco -15hp Delta team Ivanovitch -15hp Bravo team Kuntasorn -15hp Bravo team Tan -15hp Bravo team Bronson -15hp Bravo team Encivino -15hp Cobra Sniper -20hp-bonus objective Move points: 0 Action points: 0 Item points: 0 Available items: 1 *Combat Maneuver: “All units attack” *Combat Maneuver: “Regroup” 4 Action Commands available Red zone; Central hub of EE compound Objectives: #1: The Iron Grenadiers have arrived on the scene, you must slow them down= K.O. One I.G. target. #2. Action: Take out Cobra's automated laser defense systems= 20 action points. #3. Cobra's Crimson assault force has set up an ambush, engage Cobra= K.O. one Cobra target. #4. Move: Delta and Bravo teams must get to their objective points= 20 move points. Green zone; Data storage and housing facilities. Objectives: Move: Locate Tomax and Xamot and capture them alive= 30 move points Action: Locate the data storage hard drives and obtain sensitive files, prevent Detonator from destroying the building= 30 action points. Bonus objective: There is a Cobra sniper targeting your troops, take him out= Cobra Sniper -20hp Complete the bonus objective and gain an item from the armory which can be used immediately! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Iron Grenadiers: HP: 405 - Vehicle Group: D.E.M.O.N. (Ferret) -75hp Banshee assault copter (I.G. Pilot) -55hp - Character Group: -Named characters max hp: 45 Voltar -30hp Annihilator -25hp Hellfire -25hp Detonator -25hp I.G. Shock trooper -25hp Iron Grenadier Officer -25hp - Trooper Group: -Troop builders max hp: 35 Red team Fokker -15hp Red team Hunter -15 Red team Dixon -15hp Red team Sterling -15hp Gold team Hayes -15hp Gold team Grant -15hp Gold team Bernard -15hp Gold team Satori -15hp Renegade Iron B.A.T. -20hp-bonus objective Move points: 0 Action points: 0 Item points: 0 Available items: 2 *Combat Maneuver: “All units attack” *Combat Maneuver: “Regroup” 4 Action Commands available Red zone; Central hub of EE compound Objectives: #1: Engage Cobra's Crimson assault force= K.O. one Cobra target. #2. Action: Take out Cobra's automated laser defense systems= 20 action points. #3. You did not anticipate the G.I. Joe team's presence, launch a counter offensive= K.O. one G.I. Joe target. #4. Move: Grenadier Red and Gold teams must get to their objective points= 20 move points. Green zone; Data storage and housing facilities. Objectives: Move objective: Find and eliminate Tomax and Xamot= 30 move points. Action: locate the data storage hard drives and obtain any sensitive files, then signal Detonator to destroy the building= 30 action points. Bonus objective: One of your Iron B.A.T.S. has malfunctioned and is attacking your own forces, destroy it = Renegade B.A.T. -20hp Complete the bonus objective and gain an item from the armory which can be used immediately! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Conditions of victory: 0 objectives: Get the other team to 0hp 1 objective: Get the other team to 30hp 2 objectives: Get the other team to 60hp 3 objectives: Get the other team to 90hp -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Misfire: None Reposts: None K.O.s:
__________________
Last edited by cobralalalala!; 01-22-2010 at 04:16 AM.. |
01-19-2010, 01:18 AM | #3359 |
Cobra puppet therapist
Join Date: May 2009
Location: Area 51, Nevada
Posts: 10,127
|
Team Challenge #4 the Cobra Island 500 It’s a race to the finish line between the three teams! Cobra has invited Destro and the G.I. Joe team to Cobra Island for a high-speed Cross country race across the massive island. The race will take you from the Terrordrome, to the beach, through the Jungles, up into the mountains and finally underground, into the volcano itself! I wish you all the best of luck! Rules: 1. Move only, no Action, Hurt or Heal 2. Players will move according to what class they will be playing in the main Game. 3. First team to post 40 Move points gets their car across the finish line. 4. First team across the finish line gets to choose an Item worth one point from Vader’s Armory. Start your engines, and good luck! Cobra Car: 0 G.I. Joe car: 0 Iron Grenadier car: 0
__________________
Last edited by cobralalalala!; 01-19-2010 at 02:45 AM.. |
01-19-2010, 01:19 AM | #3360 |
Cobra puppet therapist
Join Date: May 2009
Location: Area 51, Nevada
Posts: 10,127
|
Attention players, the game has been delayed until next reset, Tuesday night / Wednesday morning. I look forward to seeing all of you back here tomorrow night
Thank you!
__________________
Last edited by cobralalalala!; 01-19-2010 at 02:48 AM.. |
Similar Threads | ||||
Thread | Thread Starter | Forum | Replies | Last Post |
Battlefield Heroes The Official Free Video Game Of HISS Tank.com | DESTRO | Video Games | 25 | 05-25-2011 03:02 AM |
Official HISSTANK G.I.Joe vs. Cobra Forum Game - Rules and Regulations | rob0213 | G.I. Joe General Discussion | 2 | 08-16-2009 08:20 PM |
|
|