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Boot Swat 3 the fuck out?

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Author Topic: When in Jerusalem // Israeli Conflict  (Read 12456 times)

I nod, tossing the ropes down, "Get ready!" I shout, preparing myself to repel down the side.
« Last Edit: November 23, 2012, 03:07:04 PM by blazerblock2 »

I prepare to repel myself down the side, "Ready for ever, Brian!" I repel myself down the rope.
« Last Edit: November 23, 2012, 03:10:54 PM by Swat 3 »

only leaders have radios

only leaders have radios
Even if he is the leader, I am a Sargent I guess that didn't make the cut :3.

I hit the ground, getting a good fighting stance.

I repel down, and hit the ground hard.  I let out a subtle grunt, and bring my SCAR around, placing the butt of the rifle against my shoulder.  I do a quick sweep of the area, "All clear," I sa to myself.

"Command, this is Super 1-3, boots on the ground, resuming overwatch." My crewmembers nod and drop the ropes on the ground as I pull the power lever up, creating even more dust around the convoy.

"Super 1-3, see if you can get eyes on that RPG."

"Super 1-3, see if you can get eyes on that RPG."

did you read, lol
the convoys under heavy fire from HMGs, infantry and RPGs

I creep slowly over Third squad, scanning the rooftops. My gunners fire, raining hundreds of shells on the squad. "That's the littlebirds' job third squad, not mine." I say over the miniguns.

hhey
i didn't drop
miko u cigaretteet

I check around the perimeter, and I get behind cover. "Your call Brian!" I scream over the miniguns. "I suggest we go into one of the buildings we aren't shooting at."

hhey
i didn't drop
miko u cigaretteet
take it ic
did you read, lol
the convoys under heavy fire from HMGs, infantry and RPGs
The RPG's are more dangerous to the vehicles then the HMG's are, you know, because they loving explode.
I check around the perimeter, and I get behind cover. "Your call Brian!" I scream over the miniguns. "I suggest we go into one of the buildings we aren't shooting at."
"Wow, what a great loving idea!" I shout back sarcastically, running toward cover and sliding behind it.  I peaks over the cover, scanning the buildings and rooftops.  A man stands up on the rooftop, bearing an assault rifle.  He aims directly at mine and Franc's cover after doing a bit of scanning himself, and begins taking pot shots.  I quickly duck back down, "forget, rooftop."

Name: Bernard Rounds
Rank: WO1 (Warrant Officer)
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Combat Role: AH-6 Little Bird pilot
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 142
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black



The monotonous whirring of the helicopter rotor seemed distant as I strained to listen for any activity on the radio channel connecting us to the convoy below. So far, we've yet to hear anything apart from the norm.

We were orbiting the convoy about two hundred feet high when I suddenly see one of the humvees explode. The channel comes alive with shouts and orders, and I begin tracing the smoke trail from the projectile to a group of jeeps some distance away.

"Command, this is Gunfighter 1-1, I understand one of your vehicles has been hit?"

Whatever response I got over the radio was suddenly lost as the copilot shouted into my ear.

"Machine gun fire coming from the left, break right!"

I spot the stream of gunfire and banked right to evade, applying a touch of rudder input in the opposite direction to keep an eye on the enemy gunner. As the burst ended I righted the helo and pitched forward in preparation to counter.

"Gunfighter 1-1, returning fire, engaging enemy UAZ!"

As the enemy gunner followed up with another burst, I started banking again, this time pitched towards the enemy. Making sure to apply negative lead, I open fire with the miniguns mounted on the sides of the helicopter. The vehicle explodes and goes up in smoke. "Good hit," my copilot confirms. I check the status of the other AH-6 pilots to find that they are preoccupied with eliminating other threats. I give a directive to the rest of the flight and shift my attention to ground command.

"Command, this is Gunfighter 1-1, available for tasking."

I hover, slowly moving forward when my crew chief notices something, "Hey watch out man there's 3 hostiles with an RPG at 3 o'clock!" I look at them right when the rocket is fired. The warhead slams into my tailrotor, severely damaging it. "Come on stay with it!" my co-pilot says as our hands go in a fury of pulling lever and flipping switches, the helicopter in a spin the whole while.
« Last Edit: November 23, 2012, 06:45:36 PM by Mikoyan »

Do we have enough Helicopter pilots?