Reyna sat alone on a crate of munitions next to a dropship.
Delta Squad had been ordered to show up at the hangar ASAP. And yet here she was, all alone. Where was everyone else?
Commander Reyna Itryarch
Experience
Served 4 years in the Emberwood Coast Special Forces (Commander)
Training
Graduated top of class in marksmanship, tactical strategy, and survivalism
Expertise
Long/Mid range combat, distractions, stealth
Who’s That Behind Her
Her snow fox Tamriel (Used to go hunting together in the northern mountains)
Weapon(s)
12mm Gauss Rifle (Effective up to 2000 meters), Quartzstone 9mm pistol, hunting knife [edit_reason]Story[/edit_reason]
Lieutenant Julian Kranz http://orig00.deviantart.net/2e6c/f/2011/125/1/6/soldier_by_1_kilometer-d3foqn0.png
Experience6 Years of service with SSOC (Setznan Special Operations Command) and NSWC (Nav. Spec. Warfare Command)
RankLieutenant [O-3]ExpertiseAmphibious combat, Short-Mid range engagements, Breach & Clear,TrainingBUD/s class 552, graduated from the Arcadia Naval Academy & SSOCTS with flying colors in surface warfare and survivalism.
WeaponryM4A3 MOD 1, SIG Sauer P220, Mk14 EBR Mod 2 (slung on back)
Julian got out of a Humvee, his Mk14 slung on his back and his M4A3 in his hands. He walked towards the Hangar, noticing the girl on the munitions crate.
“Lieutenant Julian Kranz, Setznan Maritime Defense Force, SSOC. Is this Delta Team?” he asked the girl on the crate, looking around at the hangar which only had the two of them inside.
“Hey, Julian. Have a seat, hopefully the rest of our squad will show up.” She turned to admire the dropship, then back to the guy. “Nice heat you’ve got there.”
“Aye ma’am, modified it myself. I assume your Commander Reyna?” Julian sat down on a crate beside her and rested his gun on the crate. He took off his helmet as well and put it down next to him.
“My god… Well our unit was almost wiped out in Luzen, one of those damn Viper’s dropped their cargo on us by accident and sent our guys and the fascist guys flying all over the place… I don’t know if thats worse than being attacked by dinosaurs and all that”
A Tretridian mercenary and former soldier, former First Lieutenant Steven White, reached the ammo pile. He was a veteran of the Tretridian-ForaTemeran War. (OOC: Yes, Emberwood Coast, that war.) He walked up to the two present members of Delta Squad. “Is this Delta Squad? You will have to pay me at least ¤916.67 an hour. However, I am very skilled, and my services are worth it.”
Julian turned to face the mercenary, “Yeah, this is Delta Squad, we’re still waiting for the rest of the members. She’s the Commander,” He said, pointing to Reyna.
[spoiler]Senior Lieutenant Aleksei Voloshin https://s16.postimg.org/m8ihtkqhx/Aleksei_Voloshin.jpg
Experience
Served 5 years in an elite Strataric kill squad
Official Strataric Rank
Stárshiy Leytenánt
Expertise
Eliminating targets from long distances, decent in hand-to-hand
Training
Graduated from Shkola Smerti 029 with full honors
Weapon(s)
P-SNR-5 Tactical Rifle (Effective range 2500 meters), M-NOO-7.5 Tactical Hand Gun, L-BN-22 Serrated Combat Short-Blade
Reputation
Known for long distance kills and almost never missing.
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A small armored car of Strataric design pulls up to the dropship. Aleksei Voloshin emerges, says a few words in Strataric to the driver, and walks toward the dropship as the car drives off.
“I apologize for my lateness,” he says in a slight but noticeable accent. “There was a pressing matter that needed to be dealt with.” He looks at three of them. “I’m glad,” he comments with a small smirk, “that I am not the only one who is late.”
He settles on one of the munition crates and turns to Reyna. “Commander, it is a pleasure.” He gives her a small nod of greeting, then looks around at the others. “I trust I did not miss much?”
