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TFRC (Squad A)

Dust and echoes

Dust and echoes

Ghost of Shitposts Past
Location
Fortuna Penal Colony
Grey clouds had once more obscured the sky above New Jericho, rendering everything in a grey hue. A group of five cadets, four men and one woman, stand in a windy courtyard, the imposing side of Residential District B Police station Beta, one of the few stations in the city to have its own building instead of burrowing into a previous house or business like a parasite. A slight breeze chills the air and brings with it the stink of refuse from the nearby gutter. Without warning, one of the two doors of the concrete building opens and out strides an imposing man onto the stone clearing. Square jaw and block-like build and features. He walks in near lock-step until he stops in front of the group. After taking a moment to study them, the man lets out a sigh and mutters under his breath.
"Cadets. Why do they always send me the damn cadets..." He then straightens.
"Alright men." He looks at Sancha just long enough to convey that he acknowledges her gender, but doesn't feel like elaborating on his previous statement. "Lucky you, command has assigned me, to your squad as a sort of "live fire instructor". You are to refer to me as sergeant. No exceptions. We're currently being called to respond to a possible hostage situation near here. We don't have time to mess around. I'll brief you on the way."
He gives another quick look over of the group.
"There's a transport idling out front. Go grab your gear from inside the station and get in it ASAP. No need to waste gas." He turns around abruptly. waving a hand casually behind his shoulder, he strides back towards the building.
"Dismissed."

In the locker room, the stark light from the florescent bulbs illuminate the space greatly, yet offer no heat. A small group of weapon and armor lockers are shoved up against one wall, and a few benches break up the large, empty space.
A man, probably the quartermaster, leans up against one wall and gives a start as you walk in. Apparently he wasn't expecting anyone.
Or he was sleeping.
"Ah. Cadets! Yes...um... We just got some new gear from central, as well as some of that fancy bulldozer heavy armor. It's...over there." He mentions nervously at the lockers. "Just...just ask me if you need anything that's not there. I-I can probably scrounge it up from somewhere." He shrugs.

ITEM POOL

5x Heavy combat vest
3x Tactical Combat armor
5x Combat Vest
5x riot helmet
5x gas masks
1x Bulldozer armor
5x buzzer submachine gun
5x Arlington shotgun
2x guardian shotgun
2x Si-r-44 assault rifle
5x Baton
1x hammer
1x shield
1x canister launcher
W/ 2 flash grenades
1 tear gas
1 smoke
10x hand restraints
 
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(Polozkov salutes.) Cadet Polozkov reporting for duty, Sir! Sir, I wish to requisition a heavy combat vest, two pairs of hand restraints, and a baton. I believe my sidearm is sufficient, Sir. Sir, If at all possible, could we be issued a remote communications device? I believe it would significantly ease a potential hostage situation, Sir. I understand if you are unavailable to procure a device on such short notice, Sir. After all, the Emperor would not provide less than is needed to complete our task, Sir.
 
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@BCK233
The quartermaster seems surprised at the cadets enthusiasm.
"Eh...t-there's radios in the transport. Each is tuned to both squad and command frequency. If you need any other channels ask m-me or maybe the sergeant?"

He writes something on a nearby clipboard.
"Alright cadet. Y-you can get your requisition f-from the lockers over there." He looks at the others.
"Who's n-next?"
 
"Cadet Klemnko Sir. I request a Buzzer sub-machine gun, tactical armor and a combat helmet. A gas mas, baton, two and two restraints as well." He looks over the lockers. "I would also appreciate a field medical kit if at all possible." He speaks in a soft, polite voice.
 
@IcePickLobotomy

The quarter master scratches a few things down on the clipboard, then stops, taps the board a few times as if thinking, then-
"I'm ve-very sorry cadet. We're stil mov-moving into the new building. We haven't yet acquired our stock of first aid kits." His brow furrows. Obviously this point troubles him, though it soon clears.
"The r-rest of your equipment is in the lockers over there, your sub machine gun will be in the weapons locker b-beside it." He scratches a few more notes then looks at the remaining cadets.
 
Yefim frowns but makes no further argument. "I understand sir." He retrieves his gear, clearly unhappy at the lack of medical supplies. Hopefully no one gets shot up too badly today.
 
I give a salute "Sir, I would like to request a Riot Helmet, a set of Tactical Combat armor, a Gas Mask, a Baton, and as designated marksmen either a Karbine Designated Marksmen Rifle or an AK-62 Militant Rifle. If either of them are available at this time." I keep a calm expression, with a picture perfect stance.
 
@erlking

The quarter master scribbles a few things down then shrugs.
"We m-might have a few. Still unpacking. Go ahead and grab your gear w-while I check the..um..back." He hands the clipboard to the next cadet. "J-just mark down what you need off what's listed t-there. I-I'll be right back."
The quartermaster vanishes through a nearby door.
 
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@erlking

The quarter master scribbles a few things down then shrugs.
"We m-might have a few. Still unpacking. Go ahead and grab your gear w-while I check the..um..back." He hands the clipboard to the next cadet. "J-just mark down what you need off what's listed t-there. I-I'll be right back."
The quartermaster vanishes through a nearby door.
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"Yes sir!" I give another salute and head over to the lockers to grab what I needed., pulling it on quickly an efficiently. My pistol holstered on my right side and the Baton in the left, with the Gas Mask hanging at my neck.
 
Hugo approached the quartermaster, his massive form towering over the smaller man.

"Cadet Ritschel, sir. I request a Heavy Armor, a riot shield, a Guardian and an Arlington, a riot helmet with blast shield, a gas mask, and a pair of restraint, if you will."
 
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Sancha'd waited for the others to get their gear before stepping up.

"Cadet Sforza, sir. Heavy combat vest, riot helmet, gas mask, Buzzer SMG, baton, two sets of restraints, canister launcher and grenades. Sir."
 
The quarter master returns just in time time to hear the last two cadets requests.
"Ah, ok go ahead a-and grab your requisition, I-I'll mark it down in just a second." He then places a Karbine on one of the bench's.
"F-found a few of these in a crate downstairs. Lucky f-for us it was open."
He then returns to his clipboard and marks down the last two cadets requisition.
"Th-that should be all yes? Then head out that d-door there. The sergeant will be w-waiting for you in the transport."
 
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The quarter master returns just in time time to hear the last two cadets requests.
"Ah, ok go ahead a-and grab your requisition, I-I'll mark it down in just a second." He then places a Karbine on one of the bench's.
"F-found a few of these in a crate downstairs. Lucky f-for us it was open."
He then returns to his clipboard and marks down the last two cadets requisition.
"Th-that should be all yes? Then head out that d-door there. The sergeant will be w-waiting for you in the transport."
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With a final salute, Polozkov grabs his gear and walks to the transport.
 
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The quarter master returns just in time time to hear the last two cadets requests.
"Ah, ok go ahead a-and grab your requisition, I-I'll mark it down in just a second." He then places a Karbine on one of the bench's.
"F-found a few of these in a crate downstairs. Lucky f-for us it was open."
He then returns to his clipboard and marks down the last two cadets requisition.
"Th-that should be all yes? Then head out that d-door there. The sergeant will be w-waiting for you in the transport."
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"Thank you sir." I give him a nod and grab the Karbine of the bench, walking off towards the transport a second after Polozkov. As I walk I begin to adjust the straps on my armor, making sure that they would not interfere with my movement or shooting.
 
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The quarter master returns just in time time to hear the last two cadets requests.
"Ah, ok go ahead a-and grab your requisition, I-I'll mark it down in just a second." He then places a Karbine on one of the bench's.
"F-found a few of these in a crate downstairs. Lucky f-for us it was open."
He then returns to his clipboard and marks down the last two cadets requisition.
"Th-that should be all yes? Then head out that d-door there. The sergeant will be w-waiting for you in the transport."
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"Thank you, sir" Hugo said as he grabbed his equipment and head for the transport
 
The transport outside is not a very fancy vehicle. Utilitarian as it is, some might even call it ugly. Aside from the wheels it was all sharp angles and geometric shapes. It was painted a dark grey, and rumbled sullenly in the lot beside the station.

The step into the vehicle through the side door was a large one, but manageable otherwise. Inside the truck the walls and ceiling crowded the two compacted rows of chairs. It was not helped by the amount of spare ammunition and supplies hanging on the walls. The Sergeant was already sitting on one of the benches, one leg crossed over the other.
"That was too long cadets! Faster next time, we have lives at stake dammit!" He pounds his fist on the metal wall connecting to the drivers cabin and the truck begins to move, in most cases before you can sit down.
 
Yefim nods. "Apologizes Sergeant." He takes a seat, slumping into it as best can be managed.

He's a older man, with a tired weathered face. His angular features are rounded out by a short beard, a few flecks of gray standing out against the black hairs. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of glasses, and the armor seems to be a tad large on him. He inspects his sub-machine gun, gas mask hanging off his neck.
 
"Won't happen again sir" Hugo said as he took his seat.

He's a middle aged giant covered in scars, a simgle thick patch of goatee covered his chin. The heavy armor seem a bit small for some one of his size. He settled his shield across his lap as he inspect his Guardian, his was gask mask hung from his belt along with his restraints.
 
Alexander Romonov

"Next time I will be faster, sir." Alexander fires off a quick salute and takes his seat.

He is a young and handsome man with pretty blonde hair and blue eyes, the kind of pretty that people think only exist as propaganda. His lean body, though toned and beutiful, is only just enough to fill out his armor. A gasmask lies around his neck and on his left thigh is a police baton, chosen only due to it being an iconic weapon rather than due to the weilder having any skill with it. His right thigh holds a standard issue pistol, this time the weapon serves an actual perpose. Finally Alexander holds a Karbine rifle, currently pointed down at the ground. he adjusts several knobs on the guns scope and looks through it every few seconds, clearly adjusting something on the rifle.
 
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Sancha gave the sergeant a quick nod. "Sir," she said, giving the r a characteristic Gutter growl. It made her sound almost as if she were snarling at him.

The tall young woman slid into her seat as the truck lurched forward, banging her helmet on the low ceiling. Her thin lips were set tight as she checked the canister launcher, then tucked a selection of grenades into the pouches on her web gear. She had her baton on her right hip, ahead of her pistol, and her combat knife was strapped into a sheath on her left collar for quick cross-draw, a trick she'd learned on the streets of the Gutter and that hadn't been allowed in the Academy. Well, she was back on the streets now, and there would be things she did that were frowned on by the stuffed shirts but worked when the pedal hit the metal.
 
The transport rumbles on for a few more minutes, before finnaly slowing and stopping, the engine chugging to a halt.
The Sergeant looks at each of the cadets.
"All right squad, start your final gear checks, were on standby until command gives us the all clear to move in."
He pulls out a piece of paper from a pouch on his vest and unrolls it, then holds it out to the group:

"Speaking of which, this is the layout of the house that we're raiding. Simple layout, pretty standard for district B."
He points a finger towards the center of the diagram.
"At least two hostages here, might be more elsewhere so keep an eye out and watch you fire. We know of at least 4 hostiles in there, though again there might be more."
He points towards the garage.
"That car in there is what we're waiting on. It's out of the house right now, but we have a tail on it that says it's coming back. Two left in it, but we don't know if the left to get reinforcements, or more weapons. In the garage also is the power switch, which could be used to your advantage."
He passes the diagram off.
"These people are theorized to be working with the Crimson Thunder, so their probably just thugs. Some peacekeepers caught them smuggling weapons and drugs to this house. Evidently they got suspicious so grabbed some hostages off the street and started making demands. What we've got right now is a standoff. Peacekeepers won't shoot for the hostages sake, thugs won't shoot for their own sake.
That's where we come in. We strike hard and fast before they can kill the hostages, eliminate or incapacitate any and all threats, and safely retrieve the hostages.
I'll take the front door with you," he points at Sancha, "and you." He points at Hugo. "We go in, shield leads while Cadet Sancha gasses the doorway and kitchen. You other cadets can accompany us or head in a different way, I'll leave that up to you, though I would much prefer you told me so here.
Any questions?"
 
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