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Alavair Leah
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Civilian (GS-14)

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Nov 13, 2013 16:55:51 GMT -5

Post by Alavair Leah on Nov 13, 2013 16:55:51 GMT -5

1360 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Alavair was doing his best to maintain order, although this wasn't a situation that really assisted him in doing so. The combatants seemed to keep coming, and for each one that fell it felt like two more arrived. He watched in silence as Logan went for the access door, his focus on keeping all of the team members alive. Once the door was open however, he knew they would have to be directed, lest they get stuck in the defend your position mentality.

”Everyone out the door, now. I don't want anyone in this stairwell. Saint, take point and keep low. Hopefully they just planned to bottleneck us in here. Let's see how well they adapt, shall we?”

As his team filed through the door, he pulled another grenade from his vest. On numerous occasions he had been asked why he always carried so many of these damn things, and his answer had always been the same. They were one of the most versatile tools he could deploy, all the while still being non-lethal. His follow up question always seemed to be why they didn't carry just as many, a question that few were able to competently answer.

From where he stood now, he tried to map out their next move. A building seemed to be close enough on their right that they should be able to hop to the other roof. With luck, they could descend that stairwell unimpeded and make a quick getaway. He knew that wouldn't happen however, as the day one of their teams had good luck was the day Anubis came back from the dead with the dream of being a professional tap dancer. Alavair looked calmly over at Logan, even managing a smile through this hell. It was, after all, what professional soldiers were trained to do.

”Let's make something go boom, eh chap?”

<Tag: Hoover>

Lucas "Saint" Clark
Homeworld Command

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Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
Organization: United States Army

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Nov 13, 2013 18:56:19 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Nov 13, 2013 18:56:19 GMT -5

1401 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
They were getting overwhelmed from all sides and it was getting to the point where it was absolutely ridiculous. Lucas hadn't seen that many people that could pass as men such as the ones that were attacking them on his way up, so that begged to ask the question 'where are they all coming from?' Lucas was suddenly very glad that he had picked up the rifle from the dead militia member and as he fired off a few shots he could hear his commanding officer and xo through his earpiece. "Roger that." Was his simple response and he reached into his jacket to pull out a concussion grenade. He loved having them on him, but for this mission he had only brought a couple so he was trying not to use them unless he absolutely had to.

As Lucas moved back up the stairs to where his team was he tossed the grenade down the stairs behind him. If anyone were to follow then they would have a nasty surprise. Lucas quickly took point and as he moved into cover his blue eyes scanned the area for any signs of trouble. On the building across from them sat what appeared to be a sniper. "Get in cover! Sniper on our two!" He called out as he brought the rifle up and he tried to get the man into focus. It would be a long shot but he was hoping that he would be able to get the man. Lucas fired off a few shots once he had the man in focus and the sniper was down. He used the scope on his rifle to quickly scan the rest of the area in search of anyone else who had a position of advantage over them. "Clear."

The path to the vehicle was clear for the most part but Lucas knew that could change in the matter of a few moments. He wanted to get them to the SUV they had waiting and as much as he enjoyed the little firefight, he wanted to get the hell out of here. Lucas began to move down the steps that led to the access door they had just came out of and he kept his weapon up as his eyes scanned the area. Slow and steady would win this race, he guessed. He reached into his pocket and pulled his sunglasses out before pushing them on his face - the brightness of the day distorted his vision and that was the last thing he needed impaired.
< Tag: Alavair Leah, Logan Blackwood, Azalea "De" Andre, @alexknight, & Eric Ryan Donaldson >

"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Second Lieutenant (O-1)
Organization: United States Air Force

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Nov 13, 2013 20:39:14 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Nov 13, 2013 20:39:14 GMT -5

1402 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Bullets whizzed by as Azalea remained in front of the Azhar, who seemed to take this moment to pray to whatever god he believed in. The lieutenant rolled the eyes as well as shaking the head. "Don't see what good that will do you now! You got yourself into this mess, you idiot! This is what you get for making whatever deal you did! Religious people. They really didn't think things through. Weren't they suppose to rely on their god to get them through, not themselves? Looks like he didn't really read whatever religious text they had in this country. Hearing Alavair's orders, the brunette nodded, motioning to the man. "Move it buddy. Time to fly this coop." The man looked at the lieutenant as if she had two heads saying something in his native tongue. "I don't speak gibberish, but I sure you know MOVE! Unless you want to die, then that's completely on you, but seeing as I was ordered to keep you alive, get up!" The man continued to ramble on, confusing clear in the eyes. "Jesus christ you really are stupid. Okay everyone in some language understands this GO!" Azalea motioned towards the team heading for the exit. The man followed the hand as a light bulb finally seemed to go off. "Oh NOW you get it!" It would be a miracle if that one would make it out alive. The female stayed close behind the Azhar, making sure he didn't run off. Knowing her luck, the idiot would make a run for the hills or something, and sure enough. The moment the team reached outside, the man started trying to break free. Azalea pointed the gun by the man's feet, making sure to miss as she shot. The man let out a yelp, jumping and looking back at the brunette. "STAY! You want to be treated like a dog, I will do it!" The lieutenant walked quickly towards the man, point the gun at him and motioning him back closer to the team.

Azalea's eyes remained locked on the man while taking a few gulps of fresh air. From the corner of the eyes, she noticed a certain team member's face in their computer. Eyes narrowed in frustration. Really? "Excuse me everyone, but I'm going to hold up the team, take this moment and snap a picture. Might need it for evidence!" The lieutenant shouted, gaze locking on Donaldson. "Seriously Donaldson!? What can that gizmo tell you that you don't already know?! We made it out, no thanks to you. We know someone else is pulling the strings; obviously due to the fact this idiot over here couldn't be smart enough to pull all of this off, so what else could POSSIBLY be pulling your attention away from the fact we're trying to LIVE!?! You may have never fired a gun before, but at least LOOKING like you have is better than your nose in that computer! Blackwood is civilian. Alavair is a civilian. Sure they have military background, but still! That can't be your excuse! Did you think guns wouldn't be involved!?! I want to know exactly WHY you haven't done anything for this team while we were putting our butts on the line for your sorry arse. So tell me what exactly is your computer telling you, because I would LOVE to know how it's going to save our arses!" Yes Azalea was frustrated. Here the team was basically pulling all of weight, with this member barely doing anything but stating the obvious. Maybe this was the tension she was feeling from actually firing at a human being. Whatever it was, the lieutenant couldn't take it anymore. Yeah she was probably going to hear it from Alavair and Logan, but hey, someone had to state the obvious. Why not the lowest on the toedum pole.

< tag: Alavair Leah, Logan Blackwood, Lucas "Saint" Clark, @alexknight, Eric Ryan Donaldson >

Last Edit: Nov 13, 2013 20:49:12 GMT -5 by Azalea "De" Andre

Great things do not await me, because great things do not wait, but excellence is hidden everywhere, all around me, and I will find it.

Lucas "Saint" Clark
Homeworld Command

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Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
Organization: United States Army

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Nov 21, 2013 21:52:02 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Nov 21, 2013 21:52:02 GMT -5

1404 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
He really shouldn't have been as amused by Azalea yelling at the tech on their team but Lucas was. It was surprising that she snapped at the man but now wasn't the time to have any input in what happened. It was time to make a run for their vehicles so that they could get the hell out of here. Lucas' gaze went towards the road when the sound of cars speeding into the parking lot reached his ears. Well it looked like that their backup was finally arriving. He tightened his grip on his weapon as he moved down the stairs. It didn't take long to get from the third story exit they had taken to the ground floor. He was taking point now because he knew that if anyone should be up front while the CO was bringing it up the rear was him. He was the best shot of the group and if they were to get surprised, he'd be able to fire quickly and accurately.

"Let's go!" Lucas yelled as he scanned the area, his weapon moving with his vision as he jogged across the parking lot to the SUVs that pulled up. He opened the back door and grabbed Azhar by the arm before shoving him into the vehicle. "Contact secure!" He announced into the radio when he tapped his earpiece. He stood guard by the door and turned when hostiles caught his attention from the corner of his eye and he quickly dropped to a knee to fire off his weapon, successfully taking out the first man who exited the building. There were a few more men behind that man and he cursed slightly.

Before the team could climb into the SUV with Azhar the door was pulled closed and the sound of the doors locking could be heard. The front window rolled down a bit and a pair of sinister eyes glared out from the crack. His gaze was cool, calm, and had an air of evil to it as he looked at the team. "You made this far too easy for me." He spoke, his voice dripping with amusement as he revved the engine. Lucas only got a glimpse of the man's face before the window rolled up and the SUV peeled out of the parking lot, leaving Hoover to fend for themselves.
< Tag: Alavair Leah, Logan Blackwood, Azalea "De" Andre, @alexknight, & Eric Ryan Donaldson >

"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

Logan Blackwood
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Civilian (GS-13)

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Nov 22, 2013 17:23:12 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Nov 22, 2013 17:23:12 GMT -5

1404 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Lucas ran ahead, out the doors with Azhar in toe. Logan cursed under his breath as he broke into a jog to catch up, if he cleared the building too quickly he would be a sitting duck without the team on him. Logan burst through the doors of the tower, out into the bright sunlight. His mind was racing, Hopefully Lucas didn't get picked off, honestly it was likely he would be fine. Logan was expertly aware of how competent Lucas was. He had proved perfectly valuable so far in this mission, and was just as capable as Logan had come to expect. Crucially, not a single member had shown any real lacking in the effort department, except for perhaps the attache from Quantico. Logan banished the idle thoughts from his head as best he could - but it was never a silent beast.

Ahead, his fight or flight kicked in as he saw Lucas take a knee at the SUV. The team's white Excursion was a beast of a vehicle, and the speed at which it came around meant that it would have drawn attention. Lucas let out a shot to Logan's right, and he turned his body to face that direction, arms out, holding his pistol level and braced. A group of three men carrying M4's and wearing the same body armor as the other attackers had burst out an ancillary door. One of the men dropped to Lucas, while Logan fired two quick, lightning quick shots from his pistol. The other two men dropped, limp, to the ground, bullets firmly implanted in their brain pans. Logan had barely ever fired his pistol in combat as much as he had today, and he was admittedly proud of his performance. Of course he constantly trained, but training and real life were two entirely different subject matters.

He then spun around, facing the remaining elements of his team behind him. He motioned to his eyes, with two fingers, and pointed off curtly to his left and right, where the attackers had come from, and towards the ancillary doors on the opposite sides. He then spun on his heel, and jogged over towards where Lucas had taken up position beside the SUV. Logan had just arrived to see Lucas locking eyes with the driver through the cracked window. The look on Saint's face was not a happy one - which troubled Lucas excessively. They were home free, why was he suddenly looking like his dead grandma was driving the truck?

That was when Logan heard the words. "... far too easy for me."

That was all that Logan heard of the conversation. Still, it spoke volumes to his intuitive and trained mind. The words were harsh, sinister even, and Logan didn't recognize the name. They had been double-crossed. The SUV was definitely their white Excursion in which they had rode in on. How had someone taken advantage of them so well? Logan wasn't surprised - however - the whole operation stunk of bitterness. It was far too easy, and they launched the sortie with barely any viable intel. While not surprised, Logan was furious.

As the window rolled up, and the SUV barreled off, Logan emptied his clip into the sides and tires of it. It was a futile gesture, he knew. It was fitted with armored panels and run-flat tires. He turned quickly towards his team, and glared down Donaldson with a burning fire. "It's Load-Jacked, I don't care if you have to hack the pentagon, get a fix on that Excursion - YESTERDAY!" Logan barked, raising his voice and losing his temper for the first time in a long, long while. He knew it was probably a wasted effort, for the time it would take the agent to get a lock on the SUV, they'd most likely ditch it within minutes. In that time, the team would still be trying to procure a replacement vehicle. The local police would be less than helpful, he predicted, and the SUV had no identifiable or valid tags on it to post to them. The problem with the vehicle being simple. It was the most popular make and model used by Paramilitary and Covert operatives active in the entire middle-east.

Talk about your needle in a haystack. Logan dropped his clip and slid another home from his pocket, flicking the slide lock
The snap of his gun readying seemed like the loudest sound in the world in the silent parking lot.

<TAG: Lucas "Saint" Clark Alavair Leah Eric Ryan Donaldson Azalea "De" Andre @alexknight>

Last Edit: Nov 22, 2013 17:23:46 GMT -5 by Logan Blackwood

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Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Second Lieutenant (O-1)
Organization: United States Air Force

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Nov 22, 2013 19:19:52 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Nov 22, 2013 19:19:52 GMT -5

1405 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Azalea was still fuming at the dead weight the team was carrying. Of all the idiots in the world, they had to get stuck with this one. She ran behind Lucas, firing shots at the enemy that kept popping up out of no where. Where the heck were they all coming from? The anger from dealing with Donaldson coursed through the lieutenant, trying to pick off the ones that Lucas hadn't already gotten to. It was then a bullet whizzed back the brunette, slicing through the thin clothing, connecting with the skin enough to catch Andre off guard. "Are you KIDDING me?! He is a WIDE open target, just standing there, and I get grazed with a bullet?! Donaldson! Go jump in some f'en tar, roll in some feathers, then run around like a chicken. Maybe then you'll be an easier target! JESUS!" The lieutenant winced, fighting through the burning pain from where the bullet passed by the skin. Well this was going to leave some sort of a mark. Kicking off her shoe, Azalea quickly pulled off the sock before slipping the shoe back on. She wrapped the sock around wound, pressing it hard, letting the fabric soak up the bleeding. It was time for this mission to be over. They had the Azhar, they had a way out. It was time to hop in and go.

Hearing the voice, Azalea froze, standing there like an idiot. "You took the wrong idiot with you!!! Take this one too!" The brunette shouted out, before glaring over at Donaldson. It wasn't his fault, but it felt a little bit better putting the anger in his court. "Finally use for that stupid thing." The lieutenant muttered under the breath, shaking the head in frustration, kicking at the ground. All their hard work today and it was gone just like that. There was someone else pulling the strings, but who. The brunette, quickly whirled around the camera still hanging from the neck and frantically started snapping pictures. At least they would have something. Plus she could act faster than Donaldson ever could with his fingers. Andre didn't even notice the pain in the arm from being so angry. All that work, and basically comes out to nothing. Not only that, she got shot at and they didn't even come out on top. This really did suck.

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Last Edit: Nov 22, 2013 19:24:45 GMT -5 by Azalea "De" Andre

Great things do not await me, because great things do not wait, but excellence is hidden everywhere, all around me, and I will find it.

Eric Ryan Donaldson
Homeworld Command

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Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Nov 25, 2013 1:28:10 GMT -5

Post by Eric Ryan Donaldson on Nov 25, 2013 1:28:10 GMT -5

1405 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

He cringed at the shouts his ears were still ringing from the blast as he loaded up his gun, "Or maybe you can stop barking for a second and let me THINK!" he roared back before feeling a pang of guilt, but ignored it as he fired out at few targets, while he didn't cap then in the head, he made sure they weren't any good for chasing them. There was a reason he avoided Military folks for good while. Then had to run and hack in to a top secret site...joy.

Seeing what Andre was doing, Eric shook his head, and pulled out a bandage from his front pocket of his bag and handed it to her, "Use this." While he was aware that the anger wasn't directed at him, it still stung. then realised what she said, earlier, "Hey!" he croaked out, in defense, "what I do?"

Like a typical male he was clueless.

<<Tag: Hoover>>

((Blah post... >.< ))

Last Edit: Nov 25, 2013 1:28:47 GMT -5 by Eric Ryan Donaldson

Lucas "Saint" Clark
Homeworld Command

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Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
Organization: United States Army

Stargate Homeworld: Calling Card Nov 25, 2013 21:14:01 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Nov 25, 2013 21:14:01 GMT -5

1406 Hours
Al Faisaliyah Center
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
Lucas knew that there wasn't much time for this. They had to get going now. He clenched his teeth together as his hands tightened on his weapon and he whipped around to look at the other members of his team. "Knock it off, Lieutenant! You're out of line! Your anger should be at those bastards that just took our contact: not at a guy on our team!" He yelled at Azalea. He was more pissed off at what happened than he was at her but it was all the same at this moment. "Instead of yelling at Donaldson, try to think of a f**king way out of here!"

Lucas moved away from the rest of his team and his blue eyes scanned the area. It was then that he spotted a man moving to his car. He motioned for the rest of his team members to follow him and he made a break. It wasn't far away at all - no more than twenty feet and he grabbed the guy by the back of the shirt and tugged him away from the car. "I apologize for this inconvenience but we need this more than you do right now." He muttered out, assuming that the man spoke the same language that Azhar did and when the man nodded, his hands up in the air as he begged for his life.

Lucas took the keys from the guy and pushed him away before climbing into the car. "Let's go!" He yelled out, slamming the key into the ignition and revving the engine. The sound of sirens in the distance got his attention and they needed to get out of there fast. The last thing Command would want was for their people to get questioned by a foreign country who had started a firefight in such a crowded building. Once his team was piled in the car Lucas threw the car into drive and slammed his foot down on the pedal. The car lurched forward and he peeled out of the parking lot before turning onto the main road, in the opposite directions of where the sirens were coming from.

"I vote we stop for some KFC on the way home. Who's with me?"
END OF EPISODE

"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

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