Terminator Future Thread

[Ryan Naismith]

"Right... Well, consider this your trial to join Barrett's badasses. If we blow up that house, you and your buddies are in." He gave a sigh "Martinez, come with me. Rest of ya, get the civvies out. Got it?" When he said Martinez, a grizzled looking shepherd, in all black gear, stepped forward

[Angder]

"Fine but... there is not anyone else... I am the last of my group" Once again Angder looked mournfully at Fulton then perked up again. "So what explosives have ya got?" he said cheerfully "Also what weaponry have you got that can be carried. Actually scrap that, just give me my gun back, I will leave when your ready."
 
Angder smiled a bitter smile, some part of him wondered if he had just sent another batch of recruits to their deaths, he ignored it, if their sacrifice weakens the robots it was worth it. In fact ANY price was worth paying, as long as it hurt those metal monsters...

[Ryan Naismith]

"Ah. Well, my offer still holds. Sorry."By no means were Barrett and his men recruits. Especially him and Martinez, some of the most hardened men in Arizona. He had even killed an HK once.
"We've got a pound of C4, some plugs, and a detonator. Should do." He nodded, gesturing a hand. A man returned angder's rifle to him "We leave once the civilians are gone, feel free to talk to em, et-cetra. There's a girl who's willing to go down on ya for a can of food, I think. I mean , your choice. Her choice. So... Yeah." He gave an awkward sigh "just try not to get me killed, yeah? I've been fighting the tin cans for five years, killed seventy eight T-models. One HK."

[Ryan Naismith]

((Sorry if it's bad, I'm tired :p

[Angder]

Angder smiled broadly "the combat record for this group is almost as good as mine" Angder checked his gun, fully loaded, as he had left it. Angder glanced at the group, about time he had some proper soldiers to work with...

"I just want to go out there and do some damage, unless one of your civilian friends has information we need, I am not interested. " He said flatly


((Don't worry too much, my writing isn't exactly Shakespeare over here. ))

[Ryan Naismith]

"Understood. In which case, we'll be leaving immediately, come." He waved him over, taking inventory of his gear. He had several magazines for his AR, a day's worth of food and water, a few grenades, his pack of cigarettes, and a cool looking curved survival lkife that he had found recently "hey, I need the C4 here." He said, leaning into a wall

[Angder]

Angder glanced at the supplies provided, and took some plasma rounds and some AR rounds, Then took a few steps back, and started to apparently dismantle one of the Plasma rounds, looking closely it was evident that his paws were once white, but now seemed to be dyed an inky black...

"Dont worry, I have done this before" He said "normal bullets don't cut it..." he paused, and moved his paws as if trying to unscrew something "...But neither do..." Something came loose on the plasma round he was holding "...Plasma bullets..." Angder grabbed one of the AR round and seemed to plunge it into the plasma round, sparks flew from the result and for a split second the plasma Round seems to light up, then the light dies again. "This baby on the other hand..." He grinned lifting the modified plasma round "This baby is custom built to get the both of both worlds, the physical force of a bullet AND the explosion of fiery plasma"

Angder grabbed a second Plasma round, and got to work on that one in the same way...

[Ryan Naismith]

"Huh... Well, has it worked?" He asked "cos my techs told me that plasma stuff works by firing a jet of fiery hot ionized plasma gas. I'm pretty sure you'd need to modify the barrel. But so far, these work, at least decently."

((I'm thinking this is gonna be our own timeline, where plasma stuff is all bulky and only used by terminators, and crew served weapons (ie, helicopter guns, and the guns in my humvees) Just a thought.

[Angder]

Angder tapped his gun "Modifications already done on this one" he gestured at the barrel, it had several tiny holes punched in the side, and the end of the barrel seemed to get wider towards the end "And the barrel isn't the problem anyway, it's the firing mechanism that's apparently the problem,  though don't ask me how it works, someone else built it, I just use it." Angder loaded one of the Rounds into his gun, "Only downside is that the modified rounds are somewhat bigger than normal rounds, so less shots in a clip..."

Angder counted his rounds : 84 for his Assault rifle (6 clips, only 14 bullets each, All modified) and 49 for his pistol (7 clips).

((If that's the case then Ammo for my gun is going to be scarce, so the actual effectiveness is probably going to go from 'Above Average' to 'can take out Terminators in a few hits', I should probably keep track of how many Rounds I have if this is the case...))

((Also note I know nothing of guns, so If the numbers I just gave are dumb please feel free to correct me))

[Jacob Hail]

(Im just going to continue where I left off in the other thread.)

Blurred movements.  Thats all that Jacob could see. Formless shapes shifting infront of him, muffled booms echoing beneath the ring in his ears. From what he could tell he was upside down, a deflated airbag hanging limply infront of him, scrapes of metal littering the ground under him. "SIR"

And suddenly, just like that, he was back. His thoughts came together as his vision and hearing returned, the sound of gunfire beside the truck. Quickly, the fox grabbed his knife and cut the seatbelt,  kicking the door open and crawling out. Immediately he was met by one of his men, Pavin. "Sir we need to go, that gunship is closing in fast! Holender and Vasquez are injured, Hardy is dead." Jacob didnt have time to process this, only time to act. He looked over the remaining 5 members of his team before ordering a retreat into one of sky scrapers. Coming to Phoenix was a bad idea.

[Ryan Naismith]

((Clips typically have 30 rounds nowadays. Typical soldiers Cary about eight clips, that's what I've on my vest. About 240 rounds. Pistol mag count is good.))
"Shit, gunshots!" He cursed "badasses, we gotta help em! Let's move!" He made a gesture, moving his men into action "Esposito, Johnson, stay here, guard the civilians. Rest of you! On me!" He grunted, quickly hopping in the driver's seat of his lead Humvee, and starting off towards the fighting. If anything, they could make a distraction, let them et out of there. They may loose the hungers, but human life, he believes, is much more important than any equipment. So, he rushed headlong into battle, teeth barred, guns loaded, car ready. Within a few minutes, he slammed his car into a T-model, sending it across the street. Martinez, his gunner, hit it as it flew.

[Jacob Hail]

His squad hunkered down in a ruined store,  staying in the back and away from the windows. "Pavin,  secure the upstairs.  I dont want any surprises."

"Yes sir." He said, and scurried up the stairs.

"Collins, how are our wounded holding up?"

"Holender is stable sir but Vasquez isnt look so good. She is loosing a lot of blood." She replied.

Jacob rubbed the bridge of his nose, listening to the gunship hover above. They needed help and soon.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Oh Sh!t!" his gunner shouted " HK, up above!" Barrett let out a small curse, swerving as best he could in the confined streets "Shoot the engines!" he went, as the gunship floated above "preferably before he shoots us!" He grunted as he swerved around an overturned car in the middle of the road "We can't help people if we're dead, can we?"

[Angder]

Angder followed the soldiers, one of them offered him a chance to ride in one of the vehicles, but Angder rejected the offer, instead he headed over on foot.

When he arrived, the first thing he noticed was the Gunship overhead, firing down on the lead Humvee. He grimaced, those things were nasty, unfortunately he had no weaponry effective against them. The second thing he noticed was a T-model coming out of a building just ahead of him, Angder unloaded 6 rounds into it, and watched it collapse. Too easy. he ran to the fallen machine and shot it 3 more times in the chest at point blank, you never quite knew how many shots these things needed before they stayed dead...


((Changed how many rounds I had in the previous post))

[Jacob Hail]

Jacob heared fighting and shooting outside, the sound of bullets hitting  something metal. He heard the gunship overhead begin to turn away from the store, obviously focused on something more of a threat. Knowing this was the time to prepare, he gave orders. "Moore!" The fox said to a panther with a sniper rifle. "Get upstairs and send Pavin down, I want eyes and a scope on whats going on out there. Collins, drag Holender and Vasquez behind that counter and take up position. If anything metal comes through that door I want you to fill it with plasma." Jacob ran behind a ruined desk and flipped it, crouching behind it and aiming his shotgun at the door as Pavin appeared behind him. "Jax, I want you to get the last few gernades we have and set up at the top of the steps. That will be our retreat point if we need one."

With all orders given,  he sat and waited.