|08-19-2010, 07:03 AM||#7871|
Cobra puppet therapist
Join Date: May 2009
Location: Area 51, Nevada
In the days leading up to our current battle......
Crocodiles & Comrades
The Joe team was sent to Area 51 to investigate a recently fallen Russian Satellite. The Satellite contained six highly advanced robots of unknown origin. The Russian Satellite's decent from the heavens did not go unnoticed, both Cobra and the Iron Grenadiers quickly assembled Strike teams to assault the Area 51 facility. During the ensuing battle, the six Cybernetic Assault Troops, or "Hell cats" as they called themselves, awoke from their slumber and began attacking anyone who got in their way.
The Hell C.A.T.s were formidable enemies and fought as a highly organized unit. The Joes, Cobras and I.G.s however, through solid tactics and superior numbers, were able to destroy three of the six robots. The Three remaining Hell Cats, now weakened by the loss of half their number, chose a tactical retreat. Going ballistic, they shot up into the night sky of the Nevada desert at sub-sonic speeds, and disappeared.
In the Chaos of battle, the Iron Grenadiers recovered one of the downed Hell Cats and withdrew back to Castle Destro. Cobra also managed to capture the remains of a Hell Cat, retreating to one of Cobra's many secret safe houses. The G.I. Joe team, after a long and bitter battle against three enemy forces, were left with the job of tending to the wounded and repairing the damaged Nevada base. The Joe team's only consolation was that they were still in possession of one of the fallen Hell Cats. After having fought two battles on their home turf, they were determined that the next battle would be in the enemies back yard.
One week earlier:
Bonita Springs, Florida; G.I. Joe temporary staging facility
The Mancuso estate, 20 miles inland from Barefoot beach, past the old 41 road. This ten thousand square foot villa sat on a fifteen acre private estate, and was once the private home of a drug kingpin with connections to the Headmaster. The Mancuso cartel had "Donated" the estate to the U.S. Government after a series of D.E.F. drug raids. For the moment, it was being used by the G.I. Joe Special Missions force as a temporary staging ground.
It was a hot summer day in South West Florida. Covergirl climbed out of the Olympic size pool, dripping wet. She approached Chuckles, who was barbecuing some vegetables on an outdoor gas grill. Quick kick was soaking up the sun and reading a magazine.
Covergirl~ "Vegetables? Don't they have any steaks in the fridge or something?"
Chuckles smiled without taking his eyes off of the grill, "This is a Government Owned estate darling, you might find some hot dogs in there if you're lucky" He turned to look at her, "Besides, you know how long meat sits in your intestines?"
Covergirl~ "Look, barbecued artichokes are a side dish, they are NOT a meal. You better find something that has a face, and make a real lunch, or I will have Quick Kick kick your ass!"
Just then, Budo came out of the house and stepped onto the patio. Looking down at Chuckles and Covergirl, he shouted, "Heads up, game time people! Strike team, E.T.A. four hours!"
Covergirl gave Chuckles a look of warning, "That gives you one hour to have lunch ready!".
Four hours and several Barbecued hamburgers later, Outback and his team had arrived and had unloaded their gear. Chuckles, Covergirl and the rest of the Covert Ops team were now dressed in casual summer outfits. The large main room of the villa had been converted into a war room. There were arrays of computer screens and communications gear, and a large, expensive looking dining table had an arsenal of combat rifles and ammunition laid out in an organized display.
The room was filled with a strange excitement. The two Joe teams were a stark contrast to each other; Covergirl's Covert Ops team looked the part of rich investors. They were young, well dressed and in shape. They had beautiful tans and bright white smiles, all except Chuckles, who always looked serious and rarely smiled.
Outback's Strike team on the other hand, could not be mistaken for anything other than hardened professional soldiers. They were dressed in Khaki BDUs and T-shirts. Their tans did not suggest a white sand beach, they suggested hours of tracking targets through sweltering hot Jungles. Still, both teams were Joes, and you didn't become a Joe unless you were tough and intelligent. Both teams shared many common qualities, and they shared the strong bond of being members of the Joe team.
The Covert team had worked with many of these Joes before, and had even fought side by side with a few of them. Outback on the other hand, was like a celebrity among the Joe team, often talked about, but rarely seen. Despite his status as a Joe legend, Outback was very humble and he commanded the room with a silent strength.
As everyone gathered, Covergirl took the stage, "Welcome to Bonita Springs Joes. Three weeks ago, a Russian Satellite crashed on U.S. soil and was taken to our Nevada R&D lab. The Satellite contained Hostile artificially Intelligent drones which attacked our facility. On the screen to your left, you will see some basic schematics of these Drones."
A few murmurs went across the room as the Joes looked at the schematics. Covergirl continued, "Three of these drones were destroyed, however the other three bugged out. They are still, as of yet, unaccounted for. Norad tracked them as far as Texas air space, then they just disappeared, that is, until two days ago. Our satellites picked up their signature heading southeast towards these coordinates."
Recondo cleared his throat, "Have we asked the Russians about this? Maybe they would like to explain why they sent us a Christmas present in July."
Covergirl answered, "The Russians have already contacted us. They claim that this was an unintentional incident, and they have promised to share all information they have on these drones. In fact, they are sending us one of their men to assist in this Op, he will be here by nightfall. The Russians think they know where these things are going to hit next and what they are after. Our target is going to be this decommissioned Soviet facility, built right here under our very noses during the beginning of the Cold war. The Russians are sending us a member of their Black Ops team, the Oktober guard. He will be able to lead us past the bases defense systems which they claim are still operational."
The Joe team was in a stunned silence. They hard a hard time wrapping their heads around the thought of a Soviet facility being built on U.S. soil. Outback was leaning against a table, and stood forward then, "O.K., sounds good. We're going to need some rest before we launch, my guys, hit the rack and get some shut eye! Covergirl, wake us up when our guest arrives."
Two weeks earlier:
Hollywood, CA; Little Russia
In a small Russian cafe on Santa Monica and Ogden, two men walked up a small set of stairs to a private studio apartment above the cafe. The small, one room apartment was well furnished and overlooked Santa Monica Blvd. The two men took seats at a small table set with a bottle of Vodka and two small glasses. The man on the left was a high ranking Cobra agent, a Crimson Guard or "Segie", the man on the right was Alex, a Local Russian gangster, with very high rank and deep connections to the Mob back in Russia, which was now run by former KGB operatives.
Alex was an American born Russian. His family, like many others, had come to the U.S. in the late 70's to escape from Communism and live the American dream. He grew up in L.A. in little Russia during the Reagan era. As a child, he sat on the carpet watching American cartoons, while his father and uncles played chess, smoked cigarettes and drank Vodka. He read Comic books, while his mother read Dostoevsky and Tolstoy. His family had traveled across the Atlantic to escape Socialism, but they had not gone far enough to escape from the influence of the Russian mob. Alex had been recruited when he was in his teens. He was the product of American Capitalism and Russian totalitarianism. He was equally skilled at chess and Poker, the perfect gangster.
Alex, poured a glass of Vodka for Fred. Fred raised a hand in protest, "I don't drink when I'm on duty, and I'm always on duty. Do you have the information I have requested?"
Alex~ "The kind of information you want, is hard to access, even with my connections."
Fred~ "So, you don't have it."
Alex~ "I didn't say that. I found a high ranking retired KGB Operative who had some valuable intel. However, I had to use a lot of favors, and fork out some major cash to get him to remember what he knows. Those old KGB guys don't respond to threats, they're used to calling the shots."
Fred~ "So, you want more money. I see... Alex, the people I work for are very....effective. My organization operates on a scale that makes the Russian Mafia look like school bullies. I will give you more money, just consider it a bonus. But, you have to tell me everything you know, and don't play any games with me."
Alex~ "Of course."
The Gangster handed Fred an Intel packet, "Florida is where you need to go. Back in the sixties, some military leaders in the USSR were convinced that a war with America was inevitable. They wanted to use Cuba as a platform for a main assault, if it came down to it. But they needed a forward position, somewhere close to Cuba, near the American South eastern coast."
Alex continued, "The KGB began a secret project to build a Forward command center on U.S. Soil, and they chose the most unlikely location; the Swamps of the Florida Everglades. The project had to be done very discreetly, so they sent in KGB agents posing as investors."
"To cover their tracks, they started a campaign of distraction, a network of Real estate scams. These swampland scams got everyone's attention, and as a result was, no one paid any real attention to the Everglades. It all got glazed over in the media. This packet contains everything you will need, now.... if you will excuse me, you know where to transfer the funds, Speciba Fred and Dosvedanya."
The two men shook hands and parted company. After careful analysis of the intel, Fred compiled a brief report for Cobra Commander;
Fred XXV; Authentication; FO156CG225Z
Intel Briefing: Your eyes only.
Have located target's most likely destination. Decommissioned soviet era facility, (coordinates of Facility encoded)
The Command Facility is buried under the Swamp itself. According to intel data, The U.S.S.R. Regularly maintained and upgraded the electronic systems, and defense systems as late as 1991.
The Facility, although dormant, is still fully operational, and has the ability access most if not all Soviet military Satellites, and computer databases.
We believe that this is what the Robot drones are after. For reasons unknown, they wish to gain access to the Russian spy satellites and computer networks.
Facility may prove valuable secondary objective.
Recommendations: dispatch forward recon team with fire support to investigate further.
M.A.R.S. Research facility, Tunisia.
Destro had just arrived in Tunisia in his private Stealth aircraft. The small craft traveled at mach 3 without straining a single bolt, and had the radar signature of a baseball. He landed on the private airstrip of the Mars facility, and exited his craft. Destro was dressed in civilian garb, a casual business suit. On the tarmac, there was a squad of M.A.R.S. security troopers waiting for him, as well as the facility's head supervisor. The Supervisor, Peter Wiggins, was one of the smartest men on the planet and somewhat of a sociopath. Unlike many of Destro's other subordinates, he exhibited complete calm in the presence of the world's most powerful arms dealer.
Wiggins~ "Lord Destro, great to have you here sir, I think you will be pleased with our progress."
Destro~ "I don't mix pleasure with business Wiggins, I will reserve any judgments until I see what you have for me."
Destro, and Wiggins, with the security team in tow, entered the main facility. Destro was escorted to the main laboratory. The Cybernetic drone captured by Destro's forces, had been brought here two weeks ago. The Lab Staff had wasted no time in taking it apart and figuring out what made it "Tick". Under the personal supervision of Wiggins, they made a great deal of progress in a short amount of time and were now ready to report their findings to Lord Destro.
The Drone was in a thousand pieces, displayed in a series of Clear Plexiglas cases. Wiggins gave Destro a detailed dissertation on the composition and design of the "Drone". He discussed the various metal alloys, that had the ability to change density and act as a conduit. The Units internal components used a network of synthetic fibers, which acted like living tissue, rebuilding themselves. The CPU and A.I. were based on holographic fragment technology, which was still considered science fiction by the computer industry.
Wiggins~ "My Lord, there is no way that the Russians built this Drone. Each component of this Drone represents a huge leap in several areas of technology, and we have here thousands of components. It will take us decades to reverse engineer every single technology represented here. Therefore, I have chosen to focus on the Drone's weapons systems, A.I., and power source. I felt that these would interest you the most. So far, we have managed to make some sense of the holographic data storage and processing."
Destro~ "I want to know where this technology originates. Where were they built? Have you managed to decode and translate the data?"
Wiggins~ "We have, though not completely. We will need more time for that. What we have learned so far, is that that this Drone belongs to a combat unit. There are seven Drones in this unit, but we don't know who built them. On another note, their power source is very interesting my Lord, this Drone draws it's power from the Earth's magnetic field. This explains what your troops reported regarding their ability to manipulate gravity and warp magnetic fields. It also explains why the Russians placed them in a satellite orbiting Earth, they wanted to distance the drones from their power source."
Destro~ "If that is true, then that means the Russians have already taken apart one of these drones and studied it. How else would they know that the Drones draw power from the Earth's magnetic field? This explains why there were only six drones in the Satellite and not seven. You have done well Peter, Continue your research and keep me informed. In the mean time, I want a full report of your present findings forwarded to my office at M.A.R.S. Headquarters."
Destro turned and left the facility. He had heard enough. He had a good idea of who had built these drones; not long ago his forces encountered similar technology in the ancient city of Cobra La, in the Himalayas. And now, thanks to the research done at the Tunisia facility, he knew that the Russians had somehow gotten their hands on these drones and had already studied one of them. There were three drones still at large, and Destro's main objective now was to track them down and take them for himself.
It did not take long for Destro's intelligence network to find the missing pieces and put it all together. Those pieces formed a clear image of the Florida everglades, and an abandoned Russian facility. Destro would send in the Hunters; a team of elite Iron Grenadier Operatives that were specialized Jungle/Swamp fighters. The Hunters could track down and destroy any and all enemies and were led by Osceola.
Osceola had chosen his somewhat odd codename after the famous Seminole Warrior chief, a master of Swamp warfare. Others in his unit followed suit and named themselves after other Seminole warriors. Their most deadly Sniper named himself after the Spirit of the Swamp, the Panther. The Hunters would complete their objective, or die trying.
The Battle rages on, both in the Swamp and within the Russian Base. The G.I. Joe team, Cobra and the Iron Grenadiers are locked in mortal Combat against each other, as well as the Base's defenses and the deadly Cybernetic Assault Drones....
Last edited by cobralalalala!; 08-20-2010 at 05:15 AM..
|08-19-2010, 07:20 AM||#7872|
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