Na'vi and Concrete. (RP)

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Niwantaw

"Two hundred years ago Pandora was paradise. Deadly to the humans but beautiful. The humans came and brutalised it. They destroyed the forests to satisfy their greed, their need for money. They changed the air so they could breath it and we had to adapt to breath it ourselves. Now they oppress us. They brutalise us in the streets and restrict what we can do. We are trapped. We're fighting to be heard. Earth does not care. Not that anyone has heard from there in nearly a decade. Now the former RDA have a firm grip on Pandora they have moved to other planets. Moving their offices from Earth to the central spires of the capital district. High above the pollution that the factories have spewed out of their smokestacks. The air purifiers that once worked to convert the atmosphere to be non-toxic to humans now work tirelessly to clean the pollution from it but little of it reaches down here at ground level. In some places the pollution is so thick you can barely breath, but we have to. Because to live above the pollution in the floating cities or in the great towers you need money and to get money you need to not be a Na'vi. We're not just fighting to be heard. We are fighting to survive," the commander of the PLF looked at each and every one of the new recruits. Watching their eyes to see how they were taking it. "You all know that we are outgunned and outnumbered by the highly trained RDA army. But we have one thing they don't. We believe in what we are doing. We have the support of the people. We have people in the right places and for every one of us that falls we will take ten of them with us. And above all. We will prevail." With those words still echoing around the vast cavern which housed the main PLF camp Commander Peter Sully the direct descendant of Jake Sully turned and left.




"I don't care what it takes gentlemen. The PLF has been a thorn in this company's side for too long. I need you to scatter, demoralise and utterly crush them with such brutality that no one will ever question the RDA's rule again. You hear me? No one." The chairman of the RDA was pacing up and down in his office in the floating city A - 3. The most luxurious place on or above Pandora. "I'm going off world for a few years, I'll be in touch but I need to oversee the new projects personally as it seems the imbeciles in charge can only make mistakes unless I'm peering over their shoulders and I'm trusting the security of Pandora and the other RDA owned worlds to the people in this room. Most of you are have been personally chosen by me but several were chosen by others. Either way you're considered the best the RDA have. Do not disappoint me." The chairman stopped his pacing. "You are all dismissed, my aides have delivered the documentation with the details of your exact assignments to your offices."




OoC: If you are a raw recruit in the PLF feel free to use the intro as the point you start at and being inside during the event and likewise if it fits in with your RDA character to have been in that briefing then feel free.
Only mostly AWOL.

Emtokay

"Okay sir, you have my word that security will be doubled, even tripled just to make sure that the PLF won't continue to be a nuisance here".
The person who said this was the newly apointed head of security. Colonel Danny Grylls.
"Also, those Na'vi scum will not be able to assasinate me as easily as they took out the guy before me".

The chairman left the conference room

"Okay everybody listen up, I need a tighten of security in these areas just to begin with, this is only and intimidation thing for starters, that's why we are only doing it on a small scale. What needs to be done is security placed then doubled in sectors 45 throught 54, you got me"

"yes sir"
said the other RDA security personel

"when this is done I want you to personaly tell me yourself about this so then we can discuss our next move on flushing the PLF out of A-3."
Danny then left the conference room and went to his office
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Niwantaw

OoC: me and Eana wrote this up together.

Steve was on his second beer already. They'd just handed over one of the most wanted drug barons in the district, and all they had gotten was 50,000 credits. That was enough to pay off most of their debts, pay for their equipment and pay for the next months rent, not to mention put some aside for investment. Despite this, Steve and Rolo (more Steve that Rolo admittedly) had decided to celebrate in a dingy, run-down bar in the slums. Partly because it was cheap, but also because Steve 'enjoyed the atmosphere'. However, these dingy slum bars did tend to have very specific clientele, as the barman tried to explain to Steve in his own way.

"We don't see many new faces around here" The barman said, "The locals usually don't agree with them"
"Why not?" Steve asked nonchalantly, as he took another swig.
"Because they don't like new people." The barman said, before noticing the entrance of a gang of these locals, or what the locals counted as 'thugs'. He found an excuse to slip into the storage room. He could see where this was going. "Well well, if it ain't a merc...we don't want your type in here you filth" He said, spitting the words at Steve. "Get out."
"Can't I finish my beer first?" Steve asked, his face the very model of innocence.

"No, you can't" the leader said with arrogant authority. "Get out now." Steve looked at him menacingly... He finished his drink with one long draught, before standing up.
"How about you go off with your boyfriends and leave a guy to have his quiet drink in peace." The local's face flushed with anger.
"Think your tough, huh hotshot? Boys, Throw him out" He said to the others.  They moved forwards, trying to encircle Steve. All of them were cracking their knuckles, grinning and talking smack. Steve smiled and then punched the mouth one in the face without warning. He followed up by kicking a second in the stomach. The other ones abandoned any false pretences of removing this stranger, and mobbed Steve from all sides at once, fists flailing wildly. The sheer overwhelming violence of the attack (not to mention the sheer force of numbers) meant that even a hardened soldier such as Steve was struggling to hold his own. Just as they started beating the living daylight out of Steve, he called over to the Na'vi who had been sitting on the stool next to him.
"Hey Rolo, a little help wouldn't go amiss!"  Rolo stood up slowly, admiring the amber liquid in his shot glass.
"There's a special place in hell reserved for those who waste good whiskey." He said in a calm, even tone, by way of explanation. "But, I guess it can't be helped." He drained the the shot in one movement, savoured the taste, then placed the glass onto the table with such presence that he became the centre of attention. He whipped out his phone and dialed the emergency services.
"Yes hello, I need some ambulances down here immediately. 33rd street, you'll see where. How many?" Rolo looked up at the band of vagrants and pointed at them in turn. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 5 ambulances please." The hung up before placing the phone back in his pocket. Then, faster than the eye can blink, he flicked the shot glass off the table and into an attacker's face. The glass shattered, as did the assailant's nose. He then picked up a bar stool in each hand and batted the other punks aside. Ten minutes later the pair walked out of the bar, leaving it's stools all over the floor, the glasses on the counter shattered and a barman who was scarred for life.

"That was a Pretty fun fight" Steve said cheerfully "Best we've had in ages in fact."

"I didn't get to have my third shot, and we just blew our rent money on the damages and bribes, and all we got for the trouble was a brawl with some rowdy, untrained, ill-mannered punks who wouldn't know how to fight if their life depended on it." Rolo said evenly. "I suppose we better get back to looking for another mark. Bounty hunting always pays more than protection gigs or armed service. Come on, before some of those guys regain enough of their faculties to call the police. I'd rather avoid a trip to the station to round off tonight's little adventure."
Only mostly AWOL.

Emtokay

A young captin quickly ran through the office building and up into Colonel Grylls' offfice.
"Sir" he said as he was gasping for breath
"What is it captain?" replied Danny as he knew this was important since a captain cam running into his office.
The captain gained some more breath. "Sir, we've had some PLF members come out ans start protesting and attacking out security personel, we havn't opened fire since we didn't get orders to attack, only intimidate"
"Well now, I guess I should endeavour into this situation" said Danny as he swung back on his chair a little bit before he stretched out and slowly got out of his seat.

While Danny was getting out of his seat, the Captain was having a look around and he spotted numerous shooting trophies. He imediately knew these trophies were only given to the best of the best Shooters on Pandora and possibly Earth. He noticed a perfectly kept weapon which he did not recognise as it was over a century old. He walked over to it and had a closer look but was interupted by Danny.
"Do you know what that is Captin?"
Captain Vaughn was given a fright by this and jumped back a bit before answering "No sir I don't know what type of weapon that is, as I'm not familiar with ancient war weapons from Earth"
"Well now Captain, this right here is a perfectly kept Barret M82A3. This was presented to me as a trophy from a shooting contest I won not too long ago, earning this trophy has shown everyone that I am the best at shooting. This here weapon is back from Earths World War III. And I don't know if it works, I'm too scared to use it. Now enough about the weapon, lets get onto this PLF situation we've got"

Danny walked over to the weapons safe in his office and pulled on his Wasp and an XZ6. He follwed the captain to a Sampson down in the Hangar. They flew off to the site of the main protest

They arrived a short time later. They pulled up just hovering near the crowd. He picked up a microphone and spoke into the Sampsons PA.
"This is Colonel Grylls, new head of security, leave this area in an orderly fashion or else"
"We will kill you like we killed the last head of security, the PLF will rise again, We..." The anti RDA activist dropped to the ground in a pool of his own blood, which was trailing from a hole about 5.56mm wide between his eyes. Alot of the soldiers were shocked to see the Colonel Grylls had made the shot from a XZ6 rifle, and with open sights.
"This is Delta Golf 1 to Oscar Mike 5, your new rules of engagement are to open fire on those who protest against the RDA with agression and violence, we will fight fire with fire. Tell the other Commanders that too, Delta Golf 1 out." Danny finished this transmission then said to the pilot. "Take me back to my office"

As the sampson started to turn around all that was to be heard was a mass of semi and fully automatic weapons go off and killing all thos who opposed the RDA.
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Eyamsiyu

Elijah sat there in his apartment, slowly thinking of how he can support the PLF with security rising like crazy at the RDA.  Even more so, how he can do this without raising suspicion of his involvement with the PLF.  He knew he was one of the only reasons why the PLF was still having success, and he couldn't risk himself being discovered by the fellow RDA executives.  Even for a master strategist like himself, this was NOT going to easy at all.

"Of course, there are better people within the PLF for strategies... At the least, I can make sure I understand the security so they can infiltrate when needed..."

After a large sigh, he soon realized that his skills were quickly being reduced.  Even as his understanding of strategy was lowering, he still had value as the man who supplied the PLF with most of the weaponry for attacks and information from the inside of the RDA.

Getting up from his desk, he decided that he needed to go get a drink.  Grabbing his blazer and fedora, he went out and started walking to the bar: not a far walk at all.

Once there, he saw quite a few ambulances leaving from the bar.

"Another bar fight... guess I'm not drinking now..."

Elijah walked started walking back to his apartment, a bit sad he couldn't get the drink he so desperately needed.


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#5
As Peter Sully gave his speech, Stefan was in the armory, cleaning his rifle. Well, it looked like an armory, but not much. Then someone talked to him.

''Spook! Are you still cleaning your rifle?'' a laughing PLF member said.
''Yea, yea, I know. You know I'm not an expert at this.'' Stefan replied.
''I thought you were good at disarming enemies?'' the PLF member asked.
''Disarming them, yes. But taking their rifles apart and clean them, no.'' Stefan said with a smile.

After finishing cleaning his rifle, he started cleaning his pistol. That was an easier job so he was done quickly.
''There... done.....''
And then he let his mind drift away.

Some time later they got word of the protest.

''We need to help them! They are getting killed out there!'' Spook replied.
''If we send more people now, we have a risk of losing even more. The RDA has better weapons and are with more, remember that! They will see us coming if we attack now, the risk is too big!''
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#6
Robert- Having just got off work late afternoon smell of carbon monoxide clouding his airways, stares solemnly at the bar fight across the street, wondering how it started.  Working at a gunshop never makes him feel safe anymore, even with his conceal carry weapons permit, the though of having to use it again makes him sick, and he starts to shake, holding the grip of the gun, even though he's across the street. Robert goes back inside and grabs his Kevlar vest.

Having nowhere to stay but at a friends who was a former Marine, really doesn't talk to Henry anymore. Our pasts have nothing to say, but following orders, Henry, and Robert never discuss the things that they were ordered to do, the past is best left unsaid.  

"Thinking, I need a drink, maybe there is another bar in town, that doesn't have ppl picking fights..."  
"I wonder if Henry is home?" "I hope he has some 9mm ammo, cause the store had just ran out."  "I'll be sure to place an order for ammo tomorrow..."  "Way too tired today."

Robert- Starts to walk off 33rd St,& 9th Ave toward home, work was pretty close, but its a good walk.  Finally gets home, the sun has set, and the door was unlocked, "that's weird?"  "Henry usually locks the door, almost always..."  Rob, and Henry live in a two story apartment, and the rent is ridiculous, seeing how they are second rate citizens, taxes on almost everything are high for us Na'vi, even though they have fought for their rights to be first rate...  RDA can kiss my ass, I think Henry would agree.  Robert, going upstairs to get into bed, so tired... Reminiscing about that crazy costumer who kept blabbing about this PLF... "Maybe I should join,  I dont think Henry would want too, picking up a firearm just makes him freak out." "Hell, I'm surprised I can still shoot straight with all the shaking with my hands, I guess that's one way to deal with PTSD, overcoming the hell I was once in."
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#7
Stefan decided to take a walk, he left his rifle at the camp with a note on it saying: ''Out walking for a bit.'', he left his rifle at the camp because the risk of getting noticed was bigger then, so he only had his silenced pistol, pretty well hidden because of his coat.
After walking a bit he said.
"A few more blocks and then I'll go back."

He walked a few blocks and then he saw a few ambulances driving into a different direction.
"I better head back now."

He took a different way back, to make sure that he was not being followed. Just as he walked around the corner, he walked into 3 RDA soldiers that were having a routine patrol. They fell and hit the ground.
I should have known. Stefan thought.

As Stefan got up offered to help the soldiers up, trying to avoid being suspicouis. The soldiers refused the help of Stefan, a second class citizen to them.As one of the soldiers got up he said.
"You!.... Look out where you are walking! Next time you won't be so lucky. Consider this a warning."

And Stefan started walking away. The soldier spotted something.
''Hey! You! Stop! Stop now!''

Stefan stopped as he didn't wanted to attract any attention, so he avoided getting shot at. When the soldiers got to him they said.
''Show me what you have there....''

Stefan didn't replied.

''Answer the question.'' another soldier commanded.

Stefan checked the area.
''Okay, okay, what would you do when a clown would suddenly attack you?''

As the soldiers were confused, Stefan quickly pulled out his pistol and shot at all the three soldiers. One of them was able to pull the trigger of his weapon, he missed, but shot a few rounds in the ground.
''I better hide these bodies, they probably will be looking for them and if I leave them on the street, they are going to be suspicious.''

Stefan hid the bodies, one at a time. Then he took the rifles and took the magazines out and threw them away. Then he made sure that there wasn't a round chambered.
''Just to make sure nobody tries to do anything 'if' they spot me.''

Then he started walking back to the camp, making sure he wasn't being followed.
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#8
Robert- Blue
Henry- Black



Robert woke up in a sweat, remembering the smell of burnt flesh,  gasping for air, he quickly looked around in the apartment for suspicious movement, his side arm still in its conceal carry holster, Henry was sitting across the coffee table, watching the news on t.v.  

Henry, f*** man, cool it. You know your not the only one who has sleeping trouble, and I also have PTSD, so can it

What?! I cant hear you from the ringing in my ear, why do you have the tv on so early?  its like three am...
Look, I'm calling out sick today, I think I need to lay low, because one of those RDA guards at work kept talking about this PLF, I guess I'll join, if I'm already not a shoe in for being Blue that is...


Well, what are you going to do for work?  We have military training, and with us being second class civis now, nobody gives a s*** who, or what we fought for...
Its us, just us, and we need to look out for each other, and not try and do anything irrational, I'm saying its dangerous, but we can handle almost anything, we were Recon Marines man.
I'm ready for anything, I'll stand with you, but first we need to find ammo, and before you place that order at work, have some coffee, its stops the hands from shaking.

How did you know my hands shake when I reached for my side arm?

I was at the Bar, watching you man, your face was pale, and you looked sick.

How do you deal with yours?

I dont, I cant. Why do you think I'm out all the time, I spend all my money on ammo, to go shooting, I stopped my shaking when I got back into shooting it, the coffee help sometimes, its a stimulant, but it will only suppress the anxiety. I go to the shooting range all day, and I finally got used to shooting again, I feel like I never had the prob in the first place, although I still get nightmares as you do.

alright, I guess I'll get some trigger time in today, after I get some ammo, and I should call out, if they let me.  
Hey, did you see the fight?

yea, it was with these RDA guards, and one of us, and a suspicious sawtute named Steve.
You think he knows about the PLF?

IDK, maybe we should ask him.

Ok, hopefully he does, I'm sick of being shunned for my skin colour.
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#9
After I got back from calling out, Henry, and I are planning on going to the shooting range just south of town.  We have little too no ammo, I think we have only 100 rounds, that's two boxes of 50, 50 rounds of 9mm each, but I want to be sure to order more tomorrow. need to go shooting as much as possible.

Henry, damn man, come on, I cant wait any longer!  Lets go!

Alright, alright sheesh... Let me gather our things man, Do we have everything?  firearms, ammo, and of course we cant forget our issued Kevlar vest we swiped from our old military armory.  

Henry, Hahaha!  I remember that day, they didn't even know we had them on, all those layers of clothing, it was cold out anyway, so they didn't suspect us.

Do you have your Kabar man?  

Henry, yea, on my ankle holster.  

Alright lets go then, make sure to lock the doors this time, you have a bad habit of not locking it...  

We were halfway to the range when we heard someone yell at us,   "Hey you blue monkeys,I ORDER YOU TO STOP NOW!!!"

What are we doing wrong?  

Whats in the duffel bag you piece of crap?!  

We have permits to carry our issue sidearms, why do you care, are you here to humiliate us, or are you just flaunting that your a RDA grunt?

LET ME SEE THOSE PERMITS NOW!

Fine, have it your way, scumbag.

Robert looks at Henry, knowing all to well what is going to happen, Henry realizes that they left the permits on the coffee table. Henry nods in a sinister manner.   As Robert reaches down to open the duffel bag, the guard turns his attention away from Henry. Henry takes this valuable opportunity to dispatch the guard, practically like its second nature to him, as with breathing.

What are we going to do with the body?

Throw him in the garbage, where he belongs.    
I guess thats is our fate sealing in, we are in this for good... We are PLF now, no turning back.  
Well, we can go shooting now, and we only managed to waste about twenty minutes on this garbage.
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The next day while Danny was getting his coffee from the RDA cafeteria an admin personel walked up to him and said
"colonel, we have some news"
"Alright, follw me to my office"
Danny and the clerk got back to his office. Danny sat down behind his chair, drank some of his coffee then leant foward on his desk.
"What did you want to tell me?"
"Sir, we have not heard back from 4 of out street patrolmen"
"And this is relevant to me how?"
"Well, we didn't think nothing of it, but take a look at these images" The clerk puts down a few sheets of paper. "These images were taken very recently, as recent as the last 6 hours"
Danny looks foward and notices photos of an unknown Na'vi, the next photo shows him talking to 3 RDA guards, then the third one shows 2 guards on the ground dead, the 3rd one falling and the Na'vi holding a pistol.
"okay, is this all you have to show me?" Danny picks up the photos and looks at them closer
"Oh and sir, these are another set of photos" He puts more photos on Danny's desk
The first one shows two Na'vi with a duffle bag and a patrolman behind them, the second shows one of the Na'vi killing the patrolman with a knife and the last is one of the Na'vi disposing of the body.
"So these PLF bastards are starting to get some courage now. What sector is this?"
"Sector 12-A sir"
"Alright then, you may leave now"
The clerk turns around and leaves the room. Danny gets on the intercom and speaks to some people
"I'd like an increase of security in sectors 11-Alpha through to 13-Charlie, and don't take crap from these scum, if they hesitate to follow orders, hit them, if they attack, shoot them. And theres a pay bonus to whoever can bring me back a PLF member alive"
"roger that sir" said the voice on the other end of the intercom
Danny leans back more in his big black leather arm chair. He puts his feet on his desk then looks really carefully at the photo of the Na'vi that took out 3 guards.
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Tsuksìm atsawl (KaPTan)

#11
(first RP, give me a break if it sucks :P)

Sim was having a bad day.  Most days were bead for him.  He lived in what the RDA claimed was " sub section 12-b, sector 45"  and with this heightened security he wasn't getting any business.  Being a specialty tailor, he was used to good business and this security was ruining it.  Being a specialty tailor he made clothes for anyone who brought money, including Na'vi people.  Sim was very popular with Na'vi seeing as how he himself could speak na'vi, which, secretly, most Na'vi parents still passed on to their kids.to
There was a nock on the door "Well isn't this just swell." Sim went to go answer it.

"May I help you?" Sim said to a mean-looking RDA man.

"yea, hi shorty, get outa my way" the RDA grunt said as he barged into the workshop.

"hey whats this all about!  you need a reason o get come in here like this!" Sim said chasing after the man.  Sim was fortunate enough to own a two story place.  The first for his place of work and the second for his residence.  even though he did not live in one of the floating cities he was still sought after by the people who lived there.

"Is this reason enough?" the RDA grunt said as he upholsters his wasp.  "I'm here to search your place for the PLF and you WON'T get in my way now will you?"

Sim responded, "Whats this P-L-F you speak of, and what does it have to do with me?"  Sim new plenty well what the PLF was seeing as how he could speak na'vi.  one of their members had actually once come in and asked if he could get some stuff for free! for free! of the nerve.  Sim had just told him to get out before he reported him.

"its above you shorty.  now just get out of your place of residence for like, 20 minutes or something and nothing will go astray."

"daddy, what going on?" Silith said as she came downstairs, sleep still in her eyes.

"Get out of here!" the RDA grunt snarled at Sim, "and take your daughter with you".

"oh, just adult business sweetie, how bout we go take a walk in that new indoor park that opened up a mile or two down the street."

"Oh, ok"

As they walked out the door Sim saw other residences being searched. He knew exactly what he had to do.  He had friends in Very high places.  he was going to file an official complaint and send it to one of those friends.  Maybe Elijah.  Yea, Elijah wood be good to send it to.  he knew about this kinda stuff.  
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As Stefan returned they asked him
"Spook... where have you been?"

And Stefan replied.
"I was out walking and on the way I shot three RDA soldiers who were just moments away from shooting me."

"You should not be doing that, you could have lead them here and this would have turned into a bloodbath, just because you decided to take a walk. Think next time."

Stefan walked away towards his bed with a thought going through his head
'I need to keep a low-profile, its best if I stay hidden for a day or two.'
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#13
   Rob fell asleep, but only for a few hours.  During Rob, and Henry's boot camp first phase, receiving phase they were ordered to stay up for at least 3 days, even more Remembering the DIs pep talk... "If someone makes a mistake we will elongate your sleep deprivation training, if you cannot go without sleep for days on end, someone might find you dead, because you let your guard down"

Knowing that the RDA will eventually start to look for evidence, and start to hunt us down...
Rob looks up at the clock the alarm sound reminded him of the PA system back on base, we had a breach, remembering his first kill back when Henry, and him just got deployed.


Henry, Do you remember that man I killed on the roof top when we were ordered to Scout/ Recon the area for the FOB security forces?

My memory is fuzzy ever since I had taken flack from that grenade you pushed me from, I'm surprised your even here... Sometimes your so quiet Rob, that I forget your here now.  

Here, well, We were on the FOB, third floor, of the Helipad, and we had the PA system alarm sound off, we had orders to shoot on site. We had those M147s and We also had our standard issue MG-19s.
I remember you dialed in the dope, what was the range?

OH! I remember now, the range was about half a mile, the dense foilage was not helping either...

I have nightmares about him, I remember him gasping for air as the bullet ripped through his torso, and all his guts spilled out behind him... His face expression haunts me, war changes ppl, I find myself looking in the mirror, and I cannot recognize the person staring at me in the mirror... Once you've hunted a man, nothing compares. Nothing... .

Well, better him than you. Henry saw that Rob's hair stood up on the back of his neck.

How the hell can you sleep when you have such a messy conscience?


Believe me Rob, they replay in my mind too, why do you think I drink coffee so damn much?!

Ok, I made coffee, this early in the morning. 3am...  We need to find a new place to say Rob, we cant be here any longer.  Remember.   Survival, Evasion, and Recovery. We are Recon brother, we need to get back into our state of mind, being in this civilian world has made us soft.

Yea,  first we need ammo, I think I'll check work for the package, its a risk I'm willing to take.  

The armory back on our old FOB let me keep my weapons, you can have the M147, but I am keeping my MG-19, oh and make sure your sidearm is loaded always, and keep your Ka-Bar sharp.

How's that for mindset?  

Looks like you flipped your switch "ON" Hahaha!  

We need to get out of this sector asap, we are Oscar Mike at all times now, starting today. When I exit the gunshop, I need you to watch for RDA guards, ok?

OOHRAH! Hey, grab some Anti Armor .50BMG, and some M85Ball for the M147 will you?

Yea, no problem, we have plenty of tracers also, the Green tips?  I'll use FMJ, M88 for my MG-19, the tracers seem to warp the barrel, and it gets way to hot with that ammo running through it.

Hey, nvm going to look out for me, I need to go alone, less suspicious, and I wont turn heads. Do me a favor and break down your M147, and my MG-19 will you?  

Yea... I think I remember how to do it,  its been years man.  SEMPER FI!


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Stefan woke up...
..sat on his bed for a few minutes then went to eat.
As he looked at his food he thought.
'I should keep a low-profile, but I just need to get outside.'

After he finished his meal he stayed at the camp for a few more hours, then he went outside again.

"Spook, where you going?"
"Outside.....
..... But this time I will watch out."

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Danny got a thought, he wasn't just going to capture any PLF member, he was after an important member.  He pulled out a folder from his desk marked Top Secret, Delta 4-1 clearence. He opened the folder and pulled out various profile sheets. He gazed over which one would be the better one to hunt down and capture.
"ahh this is the one" He thought to himself as he gazed over the profile of Tom Logan who was a very well know PLF member but has disappered so the RDA hasn't bothered with tracking him down lately. Danny then sat there thinking of who would be the best person to take this PLFmember in. A bunch of mercenaries ran through his head so he decided to search the RDA database through his computer. He searched for about 10 minutes until 2 mercenary profiles caused him to stop. These 2 mercenaries had made it onto a join profile so.
Danny reached for his phone and called Steve (ooc: Tawteng, more involvment)
"Steve, I want you to listen very carefully, it's not often that I contact mercenaries personally like this. What I want you to do is track down and bring in a PLF member by the name of Tom Logan and to answer your first question, no he is not dead, he's just disappeared, that's where we'd like your and Rolo's expertise to come in handy. The RDA is willing to pay you 120 000 credits for bringing this person in alive, doesnt matter how badly beaten he is, we need him in to make him talk. If he arrives back here dead you will only be paid 60 000 credits, do you understand me? good. Now get to it, I'm not a patient man" Danny hung the phone up then went back to looking through security footage
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#16
As Stefan was walking he was thinking.
Maybe I should visit Tom.... Nah he probably doesn't to be botherd.

As he kept walking he thought
Like if he cares, I'm going to him.

After a while he got to Tom Logan's hideout.
"Open up, its the RDA...." then it was quiet for a moment
"......nah just kidding..."

"Pryce..... Spook... is that you."

"Of course its me man. Aren't you letting me in?"

"Yea yea, wait a sec. Let me disarm these doortraps, for if someone breaks in." when he disarmed the traps he let Stefan in and armed the traps again.

"Nice place you got here Tom."

"I build it myself, I need to stay low, so that the RDA can't find me."

"Tell me about it, yesterday I shot three RDA soldiers, so I also need to keep low."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I was bored and I couldn't wait any longer."

"Typical you Spook. You haven't changed since we used to operate together."

''Yea, those were some times......'' and his mind drifts away, then Tom asks him something

''Would you like something to drink?''

''Actually I do, do you have some water?''

''Jup......... here you go, one glass of water.''

''Thanks Tom.''

And they kept talking about their lives and what they have done so far. A bit later Spook that he glass of water finished and said.

''It was nice talking to you Tom, but I have to go now.''

''Do you really have to go, that's too bad, we were just getting along again. Well, you can come by anytime.'' and he disarmed the doortraps, he let Stefan out and Stefan said.

''Kìyevame ma tsmukan.''

''Kìyevame ma tsmukan.'' Tom said as he closed the door and armed the doortraps.

And Stefan goes back to a PLF camp close by, via a different route making sure nobody followed. He jumped through a hole, a hidden hole, when nobody was looking, so he was absolutely sure nobody followed him. Then he arrived at the PLF camp and he thought.
''Maybe I'll visit Selena tomorrow.''
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#17
Robert, and Henry were looking for a guy named Stefan,  Rob heard of him, but never met him, Henry was getting more, and more nervous as they walked along 33rd St.  

f*** where is this guy?!  Damnit...

Well, he must have connections whoever he is.  

I got the M80 for my MG-19, I found a box of M85 Anti Armor Tracers for your M147.
I also saw the giant ammo can of 9mm rounds, we have around a thousand now
.

That's great, but we look very suspcious walking around with Kevlar vests, combatboots, and two duffel bags man...  I'm getting nervous, we have to find this Stefan.

Btw, who is this Steve?

When the fight was in sesson, this tawtute was kicking these guys txim, and a na'vi helped him.

What the hell was that about?  

I don't know, maybe this Stefan knows about this Steve...

We need to get out of this sector asap, we need to find where this Stefan is, and we need to advoid all RDA patrols. They seemed to beef up security since the bar fight.
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Then another thought came through his mind.
''Pxasìk! I'm going now.''

As he went, again, out of a PLF camp he went to Selena's place, Stefan and Selena used to hang out a lot, but that has changed since Stefan began to specialize himself as a sniper.
''I hope she still isn't mad at me.'' Stefan thought.

As he was walking towards Selena's place he walked through 33rd St. It was quiet here so he could easily walk here. Then he spotted two Na'vi a small distance away, he noticed that they were armed. He slowly walked towards them, thinking they were PLF, because the were armed with heavy weapons.
''Are you two guys with the PLF, because I have never seen you before and I see most of all rookies that join the PLF.'' he said with his arm reaching for his pistol, since he wasn't sure.
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Last night on the news they posted your identity, you must be Stefan?

Henry, and I were stopped by a guard, we dispatched him yesterday, I guess we are with the PLF now, seeming how we got tied up in this mess, they are hunting us now as they are hunting you.


we need to get out of here pronto! Do you have a place to stay?

Hey do you know anything about this guy named Steve?
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