RPG:Freedom Fighters (Page 3 of 5)

As Boris rounded the corner to the base, Viktor saw it was a mess.  Smoke was rising from inside compound.  Viktor looked and saw a man raise a gun at them.  He instinctively ducked.  Gun shots and shattered glass reached his ears.  He looked up and saw Boris slumped over the wheel.  The body had pressed down on the gas and gunned the car straight for a building.  Viktor shoved open the car door and rolled out with his weapon.  The car smashed into a building and sat burning.  Viktor scrambled out of there as the car exploded. 

A truck had just pulled up and more komrads were getting out.  They missed the rebels streaking for an alley.  Viktor ran to the alley and realized that following them in this was no use.  Viktor looked around and saw a fire escape.  He hopped up to it and clambered up.  Smashing the window he dived into the apartment and kicked open the door outside into the hall.  He saw the door to roof access. 

He made his way outside and quickly positioned himself where he could get a good view of the main street and all it's side streets.  A helicopter was overhead and was searching for the rebels.  Out of the corner of his eye Viktor saw the muzzle flash of a Dragunov.  He whipped his own Dragunov to the area and saw the group quickly walking out of sight.  He quickly lined up and fired a shot into the mix of people.  Blood splattered the wall and someone spun to the ground.  Alarmed, the others dragged this person off.  He cursed.  It only was an arm shot.  Dejectedly he packed up and quickly made his way off the roof.  He came back to chaos.  The commanders were not happy.

((I hope you didn't plan on getting out of a compound full of Reds without a single scratch.    You can decide who I hit.))

im sorry its a bit late
but i've been on holiday and this RPG sounds like another legendary one

here's my character

Name: Neil Griffin

Age: 23

Affiliation: Freedom Fighters

Rank/Position: 1st lieutenant

Appearance: a young man, short brown hair, blue eyes, quite muscular but skinny also.
he wears a kevlar helmet with NVG attachment, urban 'digital' camo with a blue/black 3rd generation 'dragonskin' body armor with reinforced ceramic plates in the front and back pouches and wears black goretex boots.
has a faint scar running down his left eye. has a holster on his right leg.

History: When he was was the age of 16 he joined the 'communist' british army, the russians had left the british to train there army, simply as it was known to be the best training in the world, but under russian supervision and rules. he enlisted as an officer, attending the royal army academy sandhurst, then he joined the Parachute regiment, where he became a well known and trusted 2nd LT. when the russians invaded iran for the oil reserves. Griffin was among the first to go in. allthough his platoon commander was shot on the initial landing, due to iran special forces where waiting for them. thus Griffin took up the platoon commander's position and led his men against the special forces. winning vital ground and seizing an iranian airbase. he was in iran for 16 months. when he got back he had found out that the americans where being sieged by the USSR, in spite of the only nation who had not turned to communism he traveled to america, new york. with the russians, pretending to be one of them. he then later snuck out of the camp to find the freedom fighters he had heard of.

Personality: A strong willed leader. a great tactician and expert in covert operations and airbourne assaults. specializing in urban combat and CQC action. loyal to the ideals of a free world. he will do anything to make it free. quiet by nature but loud on the field.

Weapons:

L85a2 with 4x SUSAT  (SA80)

an L96a1 on a 3 point sling:

USP .45 with flashlight attachment (also silenced but rarely used):

Skills: A marksman with the rifle, also has knowledge of Light support weapons, sniper frifles (Trained by the royal marines) heavy machine guns and anti tank weaponary. can also drive Vehicles (tanks including) and has basic knowlege of piloting helicopters.

LT. Griffin arrived in new york city 3 days ago. he had put together a plan to leave the fortified base and look for the freedom fighters.
he stood in his barracks, cleaning his carbine, he removed his maroon beret and replaced it with his kevlar helmet. putting his beret in his pocket, he slung his rifle and let it hang around his waste. he thought to himself he had little ammo on him and he wouldnt be able to get any from the ammo dump. he had
5 magazines of 30 for his rifle, in his webbing ammo pouches.
2 clips for his USP

he would have to locate the freedom fighters soon, and hoped they had a large reserve of 5.56mm nato rounds, he couldnt live without his L85.

it was midnight and time to move. he crouched outside the mess hall, and attached his night vision goggles [NVG's] to his helmet. with his USP silenced he now moved to escape the base. if he just left it would be suspicious but he had set it up to look as though he was kidnapped. he took out his bayonet, and attached the bayonet itself to the scabbard to make the wire cutters. he cut threw the wire mesh. and crawled under the fence.

'Now to get over that wall' Griffin sighed as he approached the 50 foot concrete steel wall.
then he caught something in the corner of his eye, a Hind D landing about 120 feet away, Griffin crawled back under the fence and approached the Hind. The pilot jumped out of the cockpit and looked at griffin.

"Sorry LT. flights shut for tonight, wait till morning" the pilot said, with a very heavy russian accent.
the navigator looked at griffin, and noticed that griffin had his hand on his pistol, the navigator scrambled for his makarov in his flight suit but Griffin drew his USP and shot the pilot in the neck....twice.

"Hey, i guess the flights just reopened!" Griffin said as he shot the pilot 4 times in the chest.
Griffins stepped up to the pilot and took off this helmet, removing his own helmet and placing it on his webbing belt. he placed the pilots helmet on. he dragged the bodies into the troop holding compartment and left there bodies. dusting himself down he climbed into the cockpit. without a navigator he wouldnt have access to the heavy weapons, just the unguided rockets and the twin 20mm cannon.

"Victor 2-4 you are not authorized for take off, shut down your engines"

Griffin ignored the call
and raised the hind....

"Victor 2-4! this is comrad general Yulenski, stand down or i will launch Ground to air missiles at you, i repeat Victor 2-4......." he noticed the hind had gone. it was now into the sky, only the lights bleeping.

"This is general Yulenski, I want Harriers scrambled now to take down Victor 2-4...and i mean NOW!" the russian general said to the control tower controller

"Foxtrot 6, this is command, Alert, alert. scramble to search and eliminate call sign Victor 2-4, subject is a Hind D. i repeat, alert alert, destroy Victor 2-4!"

"This is foxtrot 6, scrambling Harrier 2's now. ETA 12 minutes. confirmed, target Victor 2-4, subject Hind D" The captain pilot replied.

the airbase was set up on liberty island. the russians used the statue itself as a long range radio post and observation tower. it was only a small improvised runway, only suitable for STOL/VTOL aircraft. the russians though had there supreme navy a short distance away from new york, where they had over 12 aircraft carriers.

"Victor 2-4, i suggest you return to base within the next 12 minutes or you will have some...'company'......(he then turned the comms to the Hind off)....Captain, do we have a idea of whom this rogue soldier may be?"

"Yes General! we do! we have reason to believe that he is Liuetanet Neil Griffin, 1st British para regiment sir. he's in charge of A companys' alpha platoon"

The general cursed and slammed his fist into the table

"Kill him...NOW!" he screamed

Nigzy, theres been not attack on any base of any decent size, and not with said weapons. You might want to edit your story for a more subtle approach--we haven't attacked a large base.

Thanks, WV.

As Richelle led the people back towards the hidden base a shot rang out and hit a woman in the arm. It wasn't a death shot thankfully enough, but it was begining to bleed heavly. She pulled the woman to her feet and made sure she would make it back alive.

Even with the helicopter that came in low, and almost out of no where, Richelle managed to get the people to safety, and the woman into the medical bay. She looked horribly pale at this point, and she began to doubt if the woman was going to make it. "Please not again." She muttered under her breath.  She talked fast to the two freedom fighters that were actually doctors, more than fighters. Dr. Juinquera was a good doctor and surely would help the woman. Richelle left her in his hands and went to tend to the others.

This was too big of a group to stay here for long and began to wonder what "the boss" would do about them. They were mostly families, those that had too much to lose to join the cause. Perhaps they would be alowed to just leave, get out of the city where the Red presence was really at its heavest and strongest. Richelle was doing all she could to keep it from taking over everthing. Hopefully they would go and get to lead some form of normal and happy lives. Free lives.

It took Richelle some time before she realized that she was drty, and covered in the other woman's blood. So she went to go get cleaned up, change and get ready for the next mission that was asked of her.

Mitch and Alex strode into one of the main chambers of the group’s subterranean lair.  Seeing Richelle walk out of the medical room covered in blood, Mitch ran over.

“You ok??”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine….  One of the girls we freed was hit though.  Juninquera is working on her now; she’s in rough shape.”

Mitch’s lip curled in hate.  “Was that bastard who jumped from the car.  I got his buddie, I'll get him next time....  Get some rest, both of you” Mitch said to Richelle and Alex both.  “You’ll need it.  The major’s got something cooking for tomorrow.  That supply depot we’ve been eyeing I think.  Should be a wild show.”

The others nodded and walked off, while Mitch went to his lonely corner and added the newest marks to his kill sheet….

Mitch grinned at the idea of splattering some Red officers.

"Sounds good boss.  I'll keep it under my hat about the next raid; we got those new civies and some other new recruits.  Can't be too carefull."

The Major nodded in aggreement.  "Get some rest.  Gonna get interesting tomorrow," he said with a pat on Mitch's shoulder.

"Very," Mitch said with a grin.  "Can't wait..."

Patrick stood outside the base smoking a cigarette brooding over the attack that was to be stage the next night. He wondered if there was any hope for the rebellion. Whether they'd ever get rid of the Russians or if they'd just get overwhelmed by their huge forces. Patrick sighed and dropped his cigarette, slightly depressed. He turned to go in when he heard heavy gunfire. He estimated that it was eight blocks away. He rushed into the base and geared up. He put on his black stealth gear and picked up his MP-5 and put it's silencer on. He grabbed two satchel bombs, two smoke grenades, two flashbangs, three clips and his silenced Beretta. He hoped he would be able to get their in time. He rushed out the door and headed down side streets and back alleys until he came upon a group of Russian soldiers and heavy armor. Patrick cursed. "I didn't think they'd have this many troops, but that never stopped me." Patrick opened fire on three soldiers standing behind the armor. He took two out with a head shot and the last with a shot to the chest. The other troops hadn't noticed and continued firing into the building. He tossed a smoke grenade and waited as he heard bewildered yells from the Russians. He rushed into the smoke and primed one of the bombs. He threw it under the closest tank and retreated. The bomb exploded and destroyed the armor. "One down, one to go," Patrick said as he took cover from the Russian troops.

"Very," Mitch said with a grin.  "Can't wait..."

As Mitch walked away, Captain Blackmoon stepped from the shadows, startling Major Kados.

"You think the kid's got what it's gonna take to pull this off tomorrow night?" He asked as he lit his Cuban cigar.

The captain took another moment to enjoy his fine Cuban import, made even more rare in these turbulent times.

"Always up for a little asset denial, Major. It's why I get all the action..." he breathed out a large fragrant cloud.

"...and none of the glory, eh?" asked Major Kados mockingly.

"Glory? Hell, kid...I kill people just so you can drink yer Starbucks every mornin'...Where's the glory in that?"

Both men chuckeled as they walked down the hall.

I'll wait for a person or two to go before I go again, heres something though--a potential FF logo.

The part at the top is Latin for, "For Freedom". Did it in paint, but if anyone wants to do a better version, or suggest a better motto, I'm fine for that.

Dimitry turned around quickly, he was actually angry, and he almost spoke in Russian, fortunately he caught himself. "I don't care what hes telling you. We don't have enough to go after that depot, even with sniper support, hell even with air support, that depot is vital. they will probably have their own snipers. They will have guard dogs, if were lucky they will have a tank. A single tank. If were lucky. Chances are that they will have more."

"How do you know?" Mitch asked calmly.

"I don't, but if I were forced to defend an area there would definitely be snipers, and dogs, and anti-personal turrets. You know you would do exactly the same thing."

"The snipers wouldn't be that big of a problem. This is New York City, there is definitely cover."

Dimitry looked over at the woman on the hospital bed."Look at her. A single shot did that to her, while we were retreating. The sniper was in the open, it was a quick shot, he probably brought up his scope and fired that second. Imagine what he could do if he had time to pick his shot, and he wasn't being shot at. If he had a good range, he could kill or wound almost all of us. I know he could, because I could. Never underestimate what a skilled sniper can do."

"Come on. I'll introduce you to some people and then show you a map of the depot. Just a minute though, I need to do something."

Kados walked over to where Alex and Mitch were arguing. "Hey, settle down, you two. We don't have much of a choice--that depot is vital, we've got to take it out. But speaking of skilled snipers, meet Staff Sergeant Robert Price, US Army Rangers." Kados beaconed Price over."Price, meet Mitch and Alex". They shook hands with him.

"Price is a sniper--he'll give us covering fire. Between a small team of snipers, and some of the heavier stuff we've got in deep storage, we'll be set to take on their tanks and snipers."

"It won't be easy, I'll give you that. But though its a vital spot, they won't be expecting a hit there. Its outside of our standard operating zone, and we've not had a hit this big in a while. Anyways, we've got to hit somewhere--and the depots the best spot. We're taking it out.