Post by TrueRonin on May 1, 2011 8:43:49 GMT -5
This fluff text is the introduction to my brit paras and their affiliated occult and supernatural support. I intend to get the outline of the whole list on paper, with a short introduction to each unit. So far only the two main characters are written up. Anyways, I hope you like it.
A small tale.
John took a deep breath, and looked up. The faces of his men, determined and calm as they were right before a jump looked at him, the red lamp was flashing. John stood up, and signaled to the boys, hands turned outward. He turned his wrists raising his arms while turning the palms of his hands upwards, signaling the stand up command, his voice muffled so much by the rumling of the C-47s twin engines, he could barely hear himself. The men rose to their feet, faces towards him. John raised his hands and hooked both of his index fingers, while yelling.
”Hook up."
The command was quickly followed by the check equipment and the sound off orders. The men counted their way up the row tapping the man in front on the shoulder. They were ready for the jump, everyone except John was looking to the jump lights on the panel next to the doorway. John didn't hook up his jumpline, instead he proceded down the fuselage past his men and went into the tail section of the plane.
A smaller and much slimmer person was at the back adjusting some big cables, attached to a pair of lug bolts bolted to the floor superstructure. At the other end of these cables was tied a big crate with two cargo parachutes wrapped to it. The crate itself was resting on top of a large hatch in the floor tied into a mechanism in the co-ckpit for easy release. John knew that the release mechanism was of the same type that the americans also used in their B-17 bombers.
He put his hand on the persons shoulder and yelled out. ”It's going to be fine, don't worry. Unlock the hatch and hook yourself up.”
The smaller, person turned around smiling, she nodded at him. The young girl, only twentyone but already a fully trained MoAA operative, co-cked her head sideways in such a way, that a lock of her blonde hair came out from under the jumphelmet and with a big grin said to him.
”I'm not worried, you do know I've done this before, right.” She asked.
Not waiting for a response she contiued. ”The bloody lugs came off the last time, the sodding thing crashed to the ground and the Golem was smashed into a thousand pieces. I don't want to see that happen again. We'll need him for this one.”
She said the last sentence with a grim frown on her face, while padding the side of the big crate.
John nodded, then checked her equipment and went back up front. He hooked up just in time to see the light begin to flash green. He stood in the door and jumped the instant the green light stopped flashing.
The wind hit him hard in the face as he tumbled past the plane and into the dark sky, the propblast catching his chute thowing him sideways by atleast fifty, fiftyfive feet. When John got his chute back under control he looked around. The moon was out, perfect for a night time jump, but this also worried him. They were sitting ducks up here and their sillouettes could be seen from far away in the moonlight. It only takes one Jerry to look up at the wrong time and they'd be done for.
”Quack-quack”. He muttered under his breath.
Hoping his childish outburst would take the edge of his nervousness, but it didn't. Something big and square suddenly rushed past him, while he glided to the ground. The camouflage silk of a pair of parachutes quickly followed. The wind pulling loudly at a flapping parachute that hadn't opened correctly.
”Bloody hell!” He gasped, as he realised that only one of the parachutes had opened properly. The crate with the Golem inside was going too fast, it would certainly be destroyed upon impact.
A second later another but much smaller thing, this time without a chute raced past him. He thought for a moment he saw a shimmer of white but that couldn't be. He looked down, tried to follow the crates rapid descent. When he finally spotted it, he saw that a faint bluish light engulfed the whole thing. It was amazing, the girl was standing on top of the crate, she had tied her own reserve parachute to it and was guiding it to the ground. The faint bluish light was her doing. It streamed out from her palms. Her magicks seemed to help slow the fall.
John landed perfectly, and rolled out from under the silk canopy, gathering up the lines with steady and trained hands. As soon as he was done he ran over to the crate at the far end of their landing zone. It was quiet, except from the muffled sounds from his men gathering up their gear. They had chosen this place as their landing zone because of the seclusion and relative safety it offered them. The area was a small grove surrounded by pines on all sides some fifteen kilometres from their objective.
He looked around, his men were all accounted for and were all safely on the ground, getting into position securing the landing site. As John reached the crate the girl was already breaking it open.
”I told you we'd need him, Major.” She said.
John nodded. He then unbuttoned the top two buttons in his jumpsmocks revealing the black shirt and white collar underneath.
”I know, Susan, God knows that I know. But we also need you if we're going to stop Herr Knobelsdorf and his abominations.”
He made the sign of the cross in front of her, whispering a small prayer in an attempt to shield the utterly and completely reckless young woman under his command from harm. Thinking it would take the Almighty's full attention getting her safely through this mission.
[New]
In a small shack about two kilometres away, three men were waiting. One was tall and scrawny, the other low and broad shouldered and the third was lean and athletic. The two first huddled over a table in the centre of the shacks single room, and the third man was staring at the darkness outside through a peephole in the blackout curtains. A small lanterns faint yellow glow illuminating their faces. The two at the table were both wearing rural clothing common to the french countryside and the only thing revealing their true nature, were the webbing of the military grade equipment and pouches they wore, and of course the two Stenguns next to the table. The third man was wearing a british uniform, a small patch on his right upper arm in black and red letters said Lovat Scout, marking him out as an excellent marksman and sniper. He carried a scoped Lee Enfield rifle slung over his shoulder.
”Look lively boys.” Said the man at the window, as the rumbling of a two engined airplane flew over them high above. ”They'll be here soon.” He then continued.
” I'm so tired of smokin' these french fags an'ways, they taste like bloody cardboard.” Said the taller of the two men with his back turned towards the Lovat Scout at the window. ”I'd give me left indexfinger for a proper smoke.” The scottish accent of the man was profound. All three men looked to the blue Gaulloise cigarette pack on the table next to the map they were looking at.
The man at the window turned around and with a grin on his face, said. ”You know chaps, some day they'll claim that smoking is bad for your health and that smoking will kill you.”
The three men chuckled quietly under their breaths. The smaller soldier, suddenly looked up with a bright smile on his face.
”Oi lads, you think she's with 'em on this one, eh?” All three men smiled as pleasant memories seemed to wash over them.
”Hard to say Will. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the Major would try his best to keep her away from this one, eh? But knowing her, she'd probably just sneak on board anyways. So yeah, I think she's here.” Said the tall soldier.
Will turned around and looked at the Scout. ”What do you think, S'ar'nt?”
The Sergeant stepped away from the window. The name tag on the chest of his uniform said P. Dane.
”It's probably, just like Angus described. I can envision the scene Susan'd cause at the airfield when he told her to stay behind.” All three men chuckled again.
”We'll find out soon enough.” Said Will and turned his attention back to the map again. Sergeant Dane turned back to staring out the window. The three men fell silent for a time.
Ten minutes later, Dane stepped away from the window and turned towards the entrance. ”They're here.” He said, picking up the lantern on his way out the door.
A small tale.
John took a deep breath, and looked up. The faces of his men, determined and calm as they were right before a jump looked at him, the red lamp was flashing. John stood up, and signaled to the boys, hands turned outward. He turned his wrists raising his arms while turning the palms of his hands upwards, signaling the stand up command, his voice muffled so much by the rumling of the C-47s twin engines, he could barely hear himself. The men rose to their feet, faces towards him. John raised his hands and hooked both of his index fingers, while yelling.
”Hook up."
The command was quickly followed by the check equipment and the sound off orders. The men counted their way up the row tapping the man in front on the shoulder. They were ready for the jump, everyone except John was looking to the jump lights on the panel next to the doorway. John didn't hook up his jumpline, instead he proceded down the fuselage past his men and went into the tail section of the plane.
A smaller and much slimmer person was at the back adjusting some big cables, attached to a pair of lug bolts bolted to the floor superstructure. At the other end of these cables was tied a big crate with two cargo parachutes wrapped to it. The crate itself was resting on top of a large hatch in the floor tied into a mechanism in the co-ckpit for easy release. John knew that the release mechanism was of the same type that the americans also used in their B-17 bombers.
He put his hand on the persons shoulder and yelled out. ”It's going to be fine, don't worry. Unlock the hatch and hook yourself up.”
The smaller, person turned around smiling, she nodded at him. The young girl, only twentyone but already a fully trained MoAA operative, co-cked her head sideways in such a way, that a lock of her blonde hair came out from under the jumphelmet and with a big grin said to him.
”I'm not worried, you do know I've done this before, right.” She asked.
Not waiting for a response she contiued. ”The bloody lugs came off the last time, the sodding thing crashed to the ground and the Golem was smashed into a thousand pieces. I don't want to see that happen again. We'll need him for this one.”
She said the last sentence with a grim frown on her face, while padding the side of the big crate.
John nodded, then checked her equipment and went back up front. He hooked up just in time to see the light begin to flash green. He stood in the door and jumped the instant the green light stopped flashing.
The wind hit him hard in the face as he tumbled past the plane and into the dark sky, the propblast catching his chute thowing him sideways by atleast fifty, fiftyfive feet. When John got his chute back under control he looked around. The moon was out, perfect for a night time jump, but this also worried him. They were sitting ducks up here and their sillouettes could be seen from far away in the moonlight. It only takes one Jerry to look up at the wrong time and they'd be done for.
”Quack-quack”. He muttered under his breath.
Hoping his childish outburst would take the edge of his nervousness, but it didn't. Something big and square suddenly rushed past him, while he glided to the ground. The camouflage silk of a pair of parachutes quickly followed. The wind pulling loudly at a flapping parachute that hadn't opened correctly.
”Bloody hell!” He gasped, as he realised that only one of the parachutes had opened properly. The crate with the Golem inside was going too fast, it would certainly be destroyed upon impact.
A second later another but much smaller thing, this time without a chute raced past him. He thought for a moment he saw a shimmer of white but that couldn't be. He looked down, tried to follow the crates rapid descent. When he finally spotted it, he saw that a faint bluish light engulfed the whole thing. It was amazing, the girl was standing on top of the crate, she had tied her own reserve parachute to it and was guiding it to the ground. The faint bluish light was her doing. It streamed out from her palms. Her magicks seemed to help slow the fall.
John landed perfectly, and rolled out from under the silk canopy, gathering up the lines with steady and trained hands. As soon as he was done he ran over to the crate at the far end of their landing zone. It was quiet, except from the muffled sounds from his men gathering up their gear. They had chosen this place as their landing zone because of the seclusion and relative safety it offered them. The area was a small grove surrounded by pines on all sides some fifteen kilometres from their objective.
He looked around, his men were all accounted for and were all safely on the ground, getting into position securing the landing site. As John reached the crate the girl was already breaking it open.
”I told you we'd need him, Major.” She said.
John nodded. He then unbuttoned the top two buttons in his jumpsmocks revealing the black shirt and white collar underneath.
”I know, Susan, God knows that I know. But we also need you if we're going to stop Herr Knobelsdorf and his abominations.”
He made the sign of the cross in front of her, whispering a small prayer in an attempt to shield the utterly and completely reckless young woman under his command from harm. Thinking it would take the Almighty's full attention getting her safely through this mission.
[New]
In a small shack about two kilometres away, three men were waiting. One was tall and scrawny, the other low and broad shouldered and the third was lean and athletic. The two first huddled over a table in the centre of the shacks single room, and the third man was staring at the darkness outside through a peephole in the blackout curtains. A small lanterns faint yellow glow illuminating their faces. The two at the table were both wearing rural clothing common to the french countryside and the only thing revealing their true nature, were the webbing of the military grade equipment and pouches they wore, and of course the two Stenguns next to the table. The third man was wearing a british uniform, a small patch on his right upper arm in black and red letters said Lovat Scout, marking him out as an excellent marksman and sniper. He carried a scoped Lee Enfield rifle slung over his shoulder.
”Look lively boys.” Said the man at the window, as the rumbling of a two engined airplane flew over them high above. ”They'll be here soon.” He then continued.
” I'm so tired of smokin' these french fags an'ways, they taste like bloody cardboard.” Said the taller of the two men with his back turned towards the Lovat Scout at the window. ”I'd give me left indexfinger for a proper smoke.” The scottish accent of the man was profound. All three men looked to the blue Gaulloise cigarette pack on the table next to the map they were looking at.
The man at the window turned around and with a grin on his face, said. ”You know chaps, some day they'll claim that smoking is bad for your health and that smoking will kill you.”
The three men chuckled quietly under their breaths. The smaller soldier, suddenly looked up with a bright smile on his face.
”Oi lads, you think she's with 'em on this one, eh?” All three men smiled as pleasant memories seemed to wash over them.
”Hard to say Will. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the Major would try his best to keep her away from this one, eh? But knowing her, she'd probably just sneak on board anyways. So yeah, I think she's here.” Said the tall soldier.
Will turned around and looked at the Scout. ”What do you think, S'ar'nt?”
The Sergeant stepped away from the window. The name tag on the chest of his uniform said P. Dane.
”It's probably, just like Angus described. I can envision the scene Susan'd cause at the airfield when he told her to stay behind.” All three men chuckled again.
”We'll find out soon enough.” Said Will and turned his attention back to the map again. Sergeant Dane turned back to staring out the window. The three men fell silent for a time.
Ten minutes later, Dane stepped away from the window and turned towards the entrance. ”They're here.” He said, picking up the lantern on his way out the door.
Sorry about the delay, but I've updated the story with a little more to it above... I haven't got the best of time atm but I'll try and finish this up as soon as possible.