[Kiai]

MUAHAHAHAHAHA! ITS THAT TIME AGAIN!

Here are the rules:
-This story will continue until it gets so convoluted we have to stop and reevaluate the course of events.
-Forum rules apply ie; no double posting
-NO FUCKING FLAMING!
-You will continue where the other author left off but continuity ends there
-HAVE FUN DOING IT!

And here we go again. This is a bgc 2042 story.



A woman clad in skin tight tactical armor peared out the dust covered tinted plastic of her goggles into the scene of a waste ridden city. It seemed like only yesterday that she had been window shopping on these same streets, her only care the amount of money she was budgeting for the week. What a contrast this was, the mammoth skyscrapers and ground level storefronts, all nearly destroyed. Burned out cars and boomer carcasses lined the majority of the streets they drove through, and in some cases so did the bodies of their unfortunate human prey.

"Looks like a nightmare I once had." The woman uttered before ducking down into the ADP armored personell carrier. The pungent stench of vomit and urine soaked through the fibers of her carbon filter face mask. The APC had been used to transport the wounded and dying, something that left a particular musk and stench behind. The woman pressed the outlet valve on the outside of her mask freeing her senses of the god awful smell. She sat in her usual corner near the exit ramp, crossing her arms and trying her best to look focused despite the severity of the situation.

The satellite platform previously inhabited by Galatea had been deactivated, but the platform itself rained debris down onto the earth in massively devastating storms of fire. That, coupled with the carnage left unchecked by the boomer plague led to the evacuation of all living people from the mega-city of Megatokyo. Outside armies and contractors were quick to jump in and help, huge plots of land for future business were at stake which led to the creation of "United Ground Forces Pacific".

"Water?" An American soldier, a Marine she noted offered her his cantine.

"No. Save it for yourself."

The four hour trek the convoy had to take every day should have only taken thirty minutes at the most, but road blocks, detours, and the horribly inaccurate intel of possible survivor locations kept them busy.

"Suit yourself, but we've still got a ways to go. You sure your good?" He offered his cantine again.

Lifting up her tinted goggles and pulling back the head covering she let him see the green eyes, bleach blond hair, and japanese features. His mouth fell open.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" She asked playfully.

"I just, well, I... Uh, I didn't think-"

"That I was a particularly attractive woman?"

"Sure."

"Hey Miran you hear that?" An ADP Special operator asked the dumbfounded man.

"Hear what?"

"That! It came from up ahead, sounds like-"

"GUNFIRE!" They all echoed.

Every body holding a weapon in the belly of the carrier tensed instinctively. A myriad of clicks, pops, slides and clinks filled the previously silent area as man and weapon became one. Spare belts and magazines of ammunition went into every nook and cranny available, large fifty caliber rounds being loaded into the twin cannons mounted above their heads.

"ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!" The ADP tank commander called out. "We're in the middle of Minato ward, about two clicks south of the old ADP HQ building. We've got reports of a stranded chopper crew near the fifth and sixth floors, the heliport and helipad. There's a roadblock up ahead so you'll be making your way on foot with two fire bees as air cover." He handed a clear piece of plastic to all thirty of the multinational team in the carrier. "These maps are your only lifelines in there. However they're based on the blue prints for the original building, and you all know how intel holds up around here."

There was a collective groan as the transparent GPS maps were handed out.

"Now, your section leader will be ADP SO Romanova. From what I hear you know the "lay of the land"."

Everyone glanced at the blond, her innocent look contrasting sharply with the gruff, rough and tumble attitude of the others around her.

"This isn't my first op as a Special Operative, so I don't wanna hear any stupid crap coming from your mouths when we're in there. Listen to my commands, keep the communications network clear and we'll all get out in one piece. Other then that, I'm ADP Special Operative Second Class Nene Romanova, pleased to frag with you."

She took a bow and let them all take her in.

The silence was interrupted by a distant high pitched screech and gunfire.

"ALRIGHT EVERYBODY LOCK AND LOAD, WE'RE GOIN IN!"

They all prepped to go sprint out the back, an action they rehearsed as a group over and over again. Ready to go in an instant and engage the enemy in quick and concise patterns of fire. That is, until the radioman shouted above the noise outside.

"FUCKING SHIT! ITS A GOD DAMN DOBERMAN!"

"This is lightning two-six to all, direct front, repeat direct front, two heavies, engage at will!" The commander ordered.

From the inside of the apc it sounded like someone had stuck a firecracker in a pop can. That is, until the back door dropped. Running out into the evening air, the woman dove for a concrete highway separator to the left of where the apc had come to a halt. Blue tracers from the opposite direction were streaming their way past her head the horrible roar of a plague infected Doberman cutting through the gunfire. Unslinging the short rifle, she let herself down into the prone. Sporadic cuffs of fire seemed to be coming from everywhere, but thank god those she was in charge of seemed to be drawing from their own experience.

She could see the tower through the smoke and fire, its large looming presence both reassuring and utterly stomach turning.

"EVERYBODY! FALL BACK AND REGROUP, WE'RE GOING TO FIND A WAY AROUND THIS THING!" She yelled.

They had begun to fall back, each covering the other, the APC's fifty caliber guns spitting fire. The mix of US, British, French and Australian army and Marines, thrown in with the Japanese self defense force and ADP Special Operatives made for a formidable team.

Nene stayed focused, her friends lives were at stake in that tower she had to get them out-

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

[Hawkeye]

-Whitehawk One SPLASH ONE- came the scream over the joint forces comm. equipment, as an explosion of a AGM-169 air to Ground missile blew up the first Doberman, the Firebee air support helicopter that had launched the missile started to make a long arch turn as it prepared to make another attack run.
-Whitehawk Two do you have a firing solution on the other Doberman?- the pilot asked as he made his turn. The other pilot didn’t respond as he took fire from the Doberman in question.
-Negative Whi….- suddenly his communication burst into static as the Firebee took a burst of Boomer fire into it’s rotor housing, the engine struggling to hold it together as it started to dive towards the ground. The Pilot managed to regain some control as it started to dive toward the ground. He had least managed to direct it away from the ground forces position and away from buildings. The craft managed to fly for a few more second before the engine stalled over a crossroad. The Pilot had tired to reach the ejection handle as it came crashing down, His friend and wingman watched in horror as his friend craft was engulfed in flames.
‘That Piece of Crap going to pay’ raced through his mind as he turned the control of his craft around.
-lightning two-six, this is WhiteHawk One, Hit the deck I’m going to mow the sucker down- he said over the radio as he flipped the choice of weapons over to the Firebee’s Chain gun. The craft made it final bank towards the Doberman boomer, the Pilot trained his Target Acquisition and Designation System onto the Target and pulled the Trigger as the crafts Chain gun ripped lose with 25mm M919 Armor-Piercing, Fin-Stabilized Discarding Sabot with Tracer shots. That ripped through the boomer like tracing paper, the power source of the Doberman was ripped apart and it engulfed itself in a small fireball as the Firebee flew over the Pilot smiled
-whitehawk one Splash one, lightning two-six do you copy Over?-

“This is Lighting two-sic we copy, Thanks for the assistance Over with the Doberman’s Over” replied the commander as she stared at the mess that had happened within minute, the Explosion of the boomer had pulled all the mutated Boomer out of the woodwork for miles around. “Looks like we got out work cut out” she muttered as he trained his rifle at the nearest boomer and let rip with a burst of fire.
“Sir We got wounded” shouted the American Marine as he pointed to two crumpled bodies’ feet away, The Commander nodded as he signaled to him to give her covering fire, she rushed over to the two bodies and kneeled down. Gripping her glove with her teeth she pulled her glove off.
Feeling the first body for a Pulse, it yielded no results so she moved onto the next one. This one was smaller then the usual grunt and was laying face down, a piece of shrapnel was embedded in the lower leg.
“Shit Romanova, Leon is going to kill me if your die on my shift” she said as she grabbed a hold of the Armored vest that Nene was wearing and rolled her onto her back. “Jackson get over here and help me move her” she said to the American who nodded and ran over to help her.
Suddenly Nene screamed out it pain as she awoke from being dragged along the ground roughly. The Shrapnel was causing her pain as her legs where dragged along the ground back toward the cover of the APC.

[Scar da Kookee]

Miles away in the downtown district, two adjacent concrete buildings, both what seemed to be looked a bit war-torn. between the two some two-hundred and forty feet up, zip lines crisscrossed between the two. It was silent on this part of the city. On top, were a contingent of the same multi-national group, camped up on the two flat-tops. They choice the site, not only because the bottom three floors were blown out, but also the view game them a tactical view of the city for about 4 blocks

They kept four small personnel carriers folded up and camouflaged under canopies in the top floor of one of the two buildings, the siding of one allowed a straight foreword takeoff despite the vehicle's ability for VTOL.

CAPT Adam Jenkins RM, this was his first time being honcho a multinational unit. His XO was LTJG Johnathon Hunson, a US Navy SEAL, experienced man whom brought with him eight of his own, namely Chief Gravina, a short philpino, mean bugger too.
With the US's SEALs, and the Royal Marine's that makes up of nearly twenty. The US also brought with them four Army warrents, each a pilot. The Aussies had a few airmen which a 2nd LT whom lead. They were mostly incharge of comms. All-in-all roughly 27 men.

Capt Jenkins noted it was quiet this nite, maybe his men will get some sleep tonite. He had two enlisted on the roof's of each building on look out, and two roving watches below. The two man groups kept a strict patrol, only to go down no more then four or five levels, taking no more then thrity to fourty minutes before checking back in with the personnel craft.

With that, his eight people on watch, he kept the watches on a rotation of six hours each. It was standard to keep watches around four to six hours, needed the men to stay rested and alert.

"Sir!" An Australian airman ran up to the Captain "We just intercepted from comm chatter, a skirmish roughly twelve clicks to the south, sir!"
"Right. Let's have a looksie here."
CAPT Jenkins takes out his small set of binoculars and races up to the roof, he peirs out towards the south, SGT Daniels points out in the direction "Sir got sight of a set of Firebee's, I don't see where the other one went to." "Whatta think?" The airman catches up behind "Sir, we can only get so much over there, seems like there's something causing some interference in that sector, sir. Prolly alright if it's closer, but shortwave isn't picking up too good on the Joint Forces net."

Capt sets let's go of his binoc's, letting them dangle on the leather strap around his neck, then he let's out a sigh. "Right. Get an open satillite uplink with command, see if you can get some intel on whats going on there. Maybe the good Colonel would be nice and send some pictures taken from orbit." The airman salutes and scurries off.

"Sarge, go ahead and get chief. And I need Ecks-O here too. Dont need to wake anyone else yet, don't know if there anything serious yet." Captain instructs his NCO before letting out another sigh and looks at his watch. 2300. Something tells him it's going to be a long bloody night.

[Analog]

What's BGC 2042?

[Chimasterwang]

Something after BGC 2040 events probibly XD

[Scar da Kookee]

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