RP: What do you think?

[DX]

Lewis pulled up to the checkpoint. There were several dozen Expeditioners sitting in vehicles. One signaled for him to stop.

"Your name and reason for leaving Gallowsville?"

Lewis sat up taller and lowered his voice.

"Rex Newman. I am carrying out a private mission of which details I cannot divulge unless you have proper clearance."

"Sorry captain, just standard procedure. My I see your ID?"

Lewis took out Rex' ID card and handed it to the guard. He waited nervously for the game to be up, but the guard handed it back without giving any indication of doubt.

"You may proceed."

Lewis now pulled away and sped up to catch the small convoy. He could see a van escorted by 4 vehicles containing guards. Lewis had absolutely no idea how to pull this off, but an opportunity soon presented itself. There were police cars up ahead directing all traffic to stop - some kind of accident was blocking the highway. The convoy came to a stop. One of the drivers got out to inquire what was happening.

Lewis pumped up his 21K, WBL, and swung the truck around. He took aim at the back of the van and reached for the shooting tables.

"Dead ahead, 0 angle, no wind, oh what am I thinking?"

He put the sheet away and shot straight ahead.

BANG!

The bolt arm on the van doors rattled off.

"You in there, come with me if you want freedom!"

The doors flung open and a dozen unarmed water warriors of various ages poured out. They jumped into the bed of Lewis' truck and he sped off. Shouting from behind indicated that the guards had noticed.

"Hold on, this could get a bit rough!"

Lewis floored it as the guard vehicles appeared in his rearview. He wove through oncoming traffic as water balloons flew by. One of the pursuers swerved to avoid a car and ran into a side ditch. Lewis tossed the 21K, 1000, and WBL to the fighters. The oldest took the 21K and soaked the windshield of the car directly behind, resulting in it slowing down. A well-placed WBL shot several minutes later forced it off the road.

Lewis rapidly approached the checkpoint. Ignoring calls to stop, he plowed through the gate and rammed an Expeditioner truck out of the way. Unfortunately, those actions caused the WBL and 21K to be dropped on the road.

Now they just had the 1000 to defend with and at least 10 fresh vehicles in pursuit. It wasn't looking good, but Lewis kept the gas pedal on the floor. They had to make it through Gallowsville to Loucellberg. He fumbled with the radio while trying to keep hie eyes on the road.

"T1, T1, this is 00, what's your status?"

"This is AA, T1 has reached the designated position."

"Will, I need you to move to...F*ck what are the coords...umm...Route 10 where it crosses a rail line, about 25 miles northwest of Gallowsville."

"Give me a sec to look that up..."

*static*

"Ok, we can be there in roughly 45 minutes."

"Sounds good enough, floor it though, I've freed some local warriors, but lack weapons and am being pursued by a crapload of Expeditioners!"

"Moving with all possible speed now, good luck."

Suddenly, a water balloon hit the truck dead on and Lewis lost control. He aimed for a park which luckily happened to be on the right and yelled for everyone to bail on the grass. The truck hit a ditch and rolled over several times before coming to a stop.

Lewis opened his eyes, pushed the air bag away, and popped the mirror down. He was alive...a bit cut up...but not injured badly...very disoriented though.

He released the seat belt, pushed the broken door open, and rolled out. Expeditioner trucks pulled up around him. The local warriors had managed to run away, but he was surrounded by enemies and had no weapon. He lay on the grass and lost consciousness.

[JuchTurtles]

(OOC: Lewis, are you asking for the rest of the group to come to Loucellville? I misunderstood the post)

ANYWAY:

Shots were exchanged, even though none really connected when the collision happened. Shouts and yelling also happened at this time.

Luckily, Bobjoits hit three of them with shower nozzles from an MXL. They dropped quickly.

steelboot had disappeared from sight, probably upstairs getting other weapons.

After a little bit more confusion in the hallway, a hatch opened from the ceiling near the fighters and steelboot fired two WBLs and a Super Cannon at them, getting them surprised and knocked out.

But the fighters were not done yet....


Moon had just received Lewis' radio call and was trying to think about what to do. They would take the van, in the garage, to Gallowsville. Juch's jeep had been pushed down the driveway somehow and now was smashed inbetween two Expeditioner cars.

Fighters were in treches with WBLs all over fiering at the base. The only thing the group could do is to run.

"Everyone, in the garage, NOW!" steelboot yelled from the rafters. He jumped down with a grapple hooked to the ceiling and climbed down. He ran to the garage and pressed in the code, and waited for the others. Moon and the injured limped over first and then the others followed while being chased.

steelboot closed the door after everyone was in. Knocking was heard on the door.

"Let's get out of here!" he said, "EBA, you drive." EBA opened the door of the van and went in and turned the key to start the engine. It started with a roar. Everyone else pilled in to the van.

steelboot hit the back-garage opener and EBA backed out into the woods. The base would probably would be destroyed but at least all the warriors were safe. They began the trip to Gallowsville.

[DX]

OOC: That wasn't a call for the whole group, just to a strike team that was called in earlier. Was going to explain that in character, but I'll do it now -

Militia background:

After the Tempest wars, the militia was disbanded. However, several fighters did not want to return to civilian life, so they formed an organization called the Maritime Militia, co-led by militia captain Lewis Burke and captain William Post of T1. The initial members invested in a PVC company and gained enough in the commodities boom to take a controlling stake in the company. The militia also now owns a marina and some storage facilities that earn enough revenue to fund and arm the group for water warfare activity. There are about 200 people in the Militia, 100 in strike teams (20 per team, 5 teams), ~75 individual field fighters, and ~25 of noncombat or training roles. Each strike team has its own creatively placed and defended command post. Field fighters roam the world looking for action and are nomadic in nature.

On the radio:

T# references an amount of strike teams when used indirectly. With direct address, T# references a specific team.

Militiamen hail each other using call numbers or letters. Strike team members use 2 letters, starting with Captain Post at AA. Field members and others use 2 numbers, starting with Captain Burke at 00. Position of the letter indicates team and role (AA is the captain of T1, BC is the 3rd member of T2). Position of number indicates seniority (00 is the captain, 75 is fresh blood).

Weapons:
Strike team members carry Destroyer model homemades, essentially piston/air water cannons scaled down to soaker size with backpack reservoirs. Some members have WBLs.

Field team members carry modified CPS soakers, usually 10K, 12K, 15K, or 21K. They may be dual wielding, or carrying WBLs or water cannons.

And a new profile:

Name: William Post
Age: 27
Physical Appearance: 6'6", 225 lbs, black shirt, leather jacket, camo pants, short brown hair, heavily battle-scarred.
Mental Characteristics: extremely tough, experienced, intelligent
Physical Characteristics: oldest and most intimidating member of the militia, strong, high endurance
Weaknesses: doesn't know own limits, impatient, not very fast or agile, not diplomatic
Weapons: Destroyer homemade
Vehicles: Militia truck

[JuchTurtles]

Oh! Thanks for clearing that up, Lewis. Well, we'll just have everyone go to Gallowsville to regroup and then fight more.

I like that.

The fighters didn't know why the enemies had left until it occured to them that they really weren't enemies at all.

As the van drove into the woods, a few members of the Triple J chased after them yelling stop a lot until the van finally did.

"We're very sorry about the house," One of the men said in a scratchy voice, "because we mean to be friends. We hate Expeditioner and you're not Expeditioner so let's kill Expeditioner together!" "Alright," EBA said puzzled, "I hope this is not a trick." "It's not," the same man said. Maybe some of these didn't speak english, for they never opened their mouths.

EBA drove back to the house in the van and then he and the opposing leaders talked. The fighters got in their vechicles in the woods and drove off with the group by their side.

[JuchTurtles]

The group and the fighters traveled to Gallowsville and arrived there by night. They rented a base in the desert near two tributaries and the Hann river. It was called the War Zone.

It had two floors and a basement. It had a four car garage and a large parking area with a few large trees around for cover. The inside had 48 rooms and 40 bathrooms with other rooms as well. It was made of stucco and plaster.

After some trips to the dump to get supplies, they set up outposts out of cardboard and 2 by 4s outside the place, and set up small bases too. They built houses and huts and set up homemades on stands and turrets. SuperCannons were set up all around and up in windows.

They were ready and they waited for Lewis and his soldiers. Lewis arrived by morning after some complications.

[DX]

A question: assuming that no one dies in this RP, how are enemies determined to be "defeated" here?

Lewis awoke in some kind of holding area. He quickly assessed the situation...

It was a small cell with concrete walls and no windows. The bars were solid and the door had double locks. There were no fewer than ten heavily-armed guards standing by in the room, watching his every move. Several other water warriors were being held in nearby cells, though he was alone in his. He was also the only one handcuffed. Escape would be impossible for the moment, so he drifted back to sleep.

Some time later, he awoke again to the sound of footsteps. Several guards entered the cell, grabbed him, and whisked him away into an interrogation room.

The interrogator clearly looked a bit intimidated by Lewis, probably because he was still a bloody mess from that truck crash. Nevertheless, the interrogator looked like he meant business.

"I am Captain Andrew Wilson. I know you are some kind of hotshot. Don't even try anything funny, and you know EXACTLY what I mean. You are going to tell me everything I want to know. If I even suspect in the slightest that you're lying, Alex here (he gestured at the guard standing next to the table) will hit you with a tap shot from his CPS 2500 right from there. Is that understood?"

Although that would probably hurt quite a bit, Lewis did not change his facial expression. He flipped both middle fingers as a sign of recognition.

Andrew had him shot just for the gesture. Lewis recoiled, but showed no visible sign of pain. A series of questions were then asked, followed by a series of shots, as Lewis refused to do anything at all except flip the guy off. Alex eventually hit Lewis with a 20x blast, which sent him to the floor and almost knocked him out, but that still had no effect on his willingness to say anything at all.

Andrew whispered something to Alex, who left the room and returned with a WBL. He pumped it up to 150 PSI, dropped a balloon in, and held it just inches from Lewis' face.

Andrew now spoke, "Ok wise guy, I guess we're going to skip straight to the endgame since you won't talk." Andrew handed him a radio and a piece of paper. "You're going to call your friends and tell them to meet you at the location indicated on the paper. It's obviously a trap, but if you give them any warning, you won't be waking up anytime soon...if at all."

Lewis calmly turned on the radio. He would hail Will first, as the militia had a cryptic defense against just such a situation.

"T1, T1, this is 00, request 9"

Will did not respond immediately. He was surprised at a request 9...that was dispatcher lingo, not something for a team in the field...he had no idea what a request 9 even was...

"This is T1, AA speaking. Umm...V-rec please?"

This was exactly what Lewis hoped Will would ask for!

"Militia Captain Lewis Vincent Burke, ABCDE 12345, SC"

Again, Will held back. He was expecting "SN". SC? Status Compromised? That was a discreet emergency measure...in fact he'd never heard someone use it for real...Lewis must be in trouble...he'd better go along with it then...

"Accepted, Lewis, give me your request"

"Will, I want T1 to move from its current position to meet me at 37 Depot St. in Gallowsville tonight at 10 PM. It's an empty warehouse. I've made sure that the facility is secure"

"Alright, we'll be there"

"Good luck"

By protocol, Will was supposed to ignore everything after "SC". However, he immediately got his strike team on the road. He was going to that address and was going to be there well before 10. There was an opportunity to figure out what was happening if carefully played...

Andrew evidently did not know about the strike team, else he would have realized that Lewis had made no contact with Juch, Steelboot, or anyone of the original group.

"Prepare the prisoner. He's the bait for tonight's ambush."

"Oh how lovely!" Lewis remarked sarcastically, as the guards moved him back to the cell.

*****

It was time to move Lewis to the warehouse. No fewer than two dozen guards were present - the Expeditioners were taking no chances. The trip was uneventful, except for one moment when Lewis spotted the guard with the keys to his handcuffs. He carefully swiped them while the escort was waiting to cross the street and wasn't paying attention. In the dark, nobody noticed.

Will's team was already hiding in the building. The 20 members had taken up ambush positions well beyond where Will thought Expeditioner ambushers would hide.

The escort entered the building and turned on some lights. Lewis was cuffed to a chair in the center of the room, while about 30 Expeditioner troops hid. The lights were kept off and everything grew silent. Lewis soon got a feeling that the enemy wasn't alone in the room. However, it took him several minutes to realize that if there was a friendly ambush set up, he was the trigger.

He slowly took out the keys and worked the handcuffs while trying not to make any sound. He then quickly jumped up and threw the chair at a light control panel on a wall - several buttons were pushed and lights flew on. Streams flew from all over the place, but it was the Expeditioners hitting the ground.

Will had cornered Andrew near a stack of boxes.

"Back down!"

Andrew dropped his gun and stared at Lewis in surprise.

"There are...MORE...of you!?"

Will laughed at this, "Of course there are more. I'd like to introduce you to the Destroyers, the 1st strike team of the Maritime Militia. If you're lucky, you'll get to meet the Assassins, they're due to arrive tomorrow. The Contenders, Warlords, and Warmasters will be behind them."

"Please don't shoot me!"

"Don't worry, you're coming with us, we need someone to tell us what the Expeditioners are up to."

Lewis placed the handcuffs on Andrew. "This is so ironic!"

They then left the building, climbed into the strike team's modified trucks, and raced off for the rally point north of Gallowsville.

Lewis spotted the group base around early morning. "That's got to be it over there, the building with all the weapons sticking out of it."

Juch came out to greet them. "Hey Lewis, took you a while. Was everything alright?"

"Yeah, there were no problems at all."

[JuchTurtles]

I think a defeat would be A. injury, B. KO, C. disabled.

I'll post in a little while.

[JuchTurtles]

When Lewis arrived, even more setups, traps, and defenses were set up on the perimeter, and a large 10 foot tall fence was built out of an assortment of materials, including metals, lumber, and even lacrosse sticks and sports equitment.

On different parts of the fence, elevated outposts were built with WBLs, Cannons, and other homemades mounted on stands and turrets.

They were ready for any attack that could come their way. *More of Lewis' armies came on later dates. *The Expeditioner force hadn't found them yet, and wouldn't for several more days.

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"What?" Charles yelled when he found out Lewis had escaped, "That's impossible! *The whole warehouse was guarded!" "Sir, even we don't know what happened and it bothers us," a nervous guard answered.

Charles pulled out a mini-radio. *"Sent them to the dungeons and punish them," he whispered. *"Yes sir."

He put it back into his pocket. *"Thank you for your time," he said and then he pulled out an XP-220 and fired.

After the pain and horror, he was carried away. Charles, frowning, walked out of the room, and commanded for all Expeditioners to find, destroy, and eliminate the group who was fighting them.

[JuchTurtles]

Everything in the Expeditioner base was chaos. Modified trucks and vans that had been smuggled to Loucell took off down the mountain and tracks, some even wrecking into each other. Charles watched and looked over everything with a frowned gesture. He wasn't liking what was happening. The enemies were prevailing and growing in size and strength.

Since they were near Gallowsville, they found the location somewhat easily; in just two days. The information was confirmed, and then the base was attacked three days later. *More of Lewis' armies had arived.

The Battle

The new base had a lookout that stood eight stories tall. *Two soldiers there noticed the tanks and armies running across the plains first, yelling, "Get the army prepared. Enemies are near." An alarm system started and everybody manned or took a weapon.

About 40 WBLs went off from the third and second story, while large SuperCannon IIs (ten foot long pressure chambers) fired 110x blasts at guards nearby the tall fence.

More foot soldiers took hiding places behind bushes and crates. *Suddenly, an enormous BOOM! sounded from behing the fence, blowing a part of it open. *Expeditioners ran through and fired at anything they could. *But the hidden soldiers were prepared, and they jumped out from everywhere and shot the Expeditioners until they fell.

More launcher shots were exchanged, and more Expeditioners went through the opening in the fence. *The militia was doing fine until an Expeditioner tank went through the opening.

"Holy shoot!" Walter yelled, and he retreated back to the base to get a WBL. *A bunch of militia's people moved back, and the tanks' water balloons were doing more and more damage.

Meanwhile, Walter yelled, "FIRE!" on the third story and about 50 WBLs fired at the tank, finally disabling it.

Nothing was over yet, but both teams were weakening. *The militia already had lost about 60 soliders to injury or knock out mostly due to the tank. *But what if the Expeditioners sent in another tank?

The WBLs were reloaded. *The militia had a new nice hiding spot; the tank!

Even still, no tanks came. *Only more foot soldiers. *A quarter of the WBLs went off, and completely wiped that out.

The militia at the outposts at first just watched the traps make all Expeditioner fall and tumble, but soon they were near the fence. *Most of the time, militia was hidden or not noticed, but sometimes they had to fight, or fire WBLs or SuperCannons.

There was no problem there. *The problem was behind the base. *It wasn't as equiped, with about 50 people watching it. *Those fifty people was reduced to five in about five minutes, when the Expeditioners stormed through the fence without warning.

Even though, no alarms or help calls were sent out, and it seemed everything was for not. *The Expeditioners were breaking into the base and destroying it as well. *They were finally noticed at this point, and attacked. *But that distracted the front side, and when a tank rolled in, it did tons of damage while also taking far too long to destroy.

The militia was falling apart. *The tank fired water balloons now at the third story, and some militia men actually fell out of the open windows and crashed to the ground severly injured. *This war was getting out of hand!

The bad part ended when Lewis, Rex, and EBA blew up the tank by charging it with ridiculous (400 psi) WBLs fifty feet away. *Foot soldiers destroyed the guerilla Expeditioners inside the base, and the foot soldiers also took places to balance the back of the base and the front.

The miltia had about 100 people left. The Expeditioners' numbers estimated to be about 200 or so. *It was very win-able.

More launchers went off, but only about 20 this time. *Most of the WBL handlers had converted to foot soldier by now. *The launches hit Expeditioners just outside the fence without any warning.

Only about 100 Expeditioners remained. Juch, steelboot, Sun, and Moon all climbed up to the lookout with WBLs strapped to the backs. *When they reached the top, they all took aim and fired, and to the Expeditioner's dismay, all hit their marks, blowing up all the small vehicles and injuring people as well.

The Expeditioners now only had about 25 soldiers left, including the general Lance.

The foot soldiers charged forward beyond the fence, and after taking out some more guards, they captured Lance and his disciples.

They had beaten the Expeditioners, for now. *The injured militia were taken to a nearby hospital, and most were sent back quickly with just about no injury.

It was a happy time for the militia.

[JuchTurtles]

The militia thought they'd won. How wrong! Here's what happened:

They had just started a bonfire down in the desert. It was nighttime, and the prisioners were brought along in handcuffs. *Lance, Charles, a few soldiers and captians, and Charles' bodyguards were among those cuffed. Militia guards had CPSes ready for anything. *Over 200 people were at the bonfire. The chances were slim for the Expeditioner prisioners to escape.

But not slim enough, perhaps. *Lance proceded to slip away from the light. *Nobody was sure where he was, and the Expeditioners wouldn't speak. *It caused chaos, and nobody noticed when Lance took out the guard with the hand cuff keys with a stiff blow to the head. *He wasn't discovered until he'd opened up all thr Expeditioners' locks and they were getting away. *Soon, they'd vanished entirely.

The whole militia couldn't believe they'd gotten away. *Hopefully, if they had luck, the Expeditioners wouldn't have enough force to even be a problem in anyone's mind. *But, if they built up power and had a second wave of soldiers, it could be bad.

Didn't want to stop the RP dead! Hehe!

Btw, the name of the RP is now: Operation Expedition
The Expedition Begins
or Expeditioners' Works

[JuchTurtles]

The remaining Expeditioners arrived at their base by 3 am. They gathered supplies, blasters, and other things and got on a boat at the abandoned port. Unfortuanately, they departed from Loucell and traveled to another, uncharted island.

The whole militia was surprised at the loss of capture. Unfortunately, it looked like the war would continue at a later date.

Since this was no longer active, I've ended it for now. We can restart it at WWc later on this year.