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"Good. To get to the mountains, half will walk up, half will travel by Helicopter. I have those waiting. Elizabeth, pick ten people for your squad. Those are your command squadmen. Follow me!" Arik said, running to the helicopters. The others began moving up the side of the mountain, and Arik changed into his Snow gear. This would be very interesting. He and Elizabeth, and her squadron, got into the helicopter, and began making it's way over the city.

(( Link if you can't see: Snow Scout

Liz finished strapping herself into her armor on the helicopter ride. ((Look in her profile for a rough armor...)) She watched the city give way to valley and the valley give way to mountains before looking at her chosen teammates. She had obviously picked Kuro for her second in command, and the teacher was her third. "Sir, won't we miss lot's of school work?" Liz asked curiously, making sure her COM was working.

Arik stared out of the helicopter's doors, examining the place below. There was something... interesting about it. It was well organized, and had a certain eeriness about it. Sure, it was snowing, but it was quiet snow. Not anything. He slowly turned his head, his eyes still fixed on the valley below, then the mountains, and then to her.

"Hmm? Oh. Don't worry. They knew about this, and of course, they knew that you needed more... physical training. That and I told them I was offering the winners of my educational course a position in our Marine unit, which is researching new things. Very exciting," Arik said, holding his gun. He ordered the pilot to be ready for anything, and grabbed his radio, tuning in to the Artillery Company that was in the mountains.

"Aren't you going to be cold in that? Ahh. Here we go," Arik said, then lifted the radio to his head. "Sergeant, I need a thirty minute barrage on the city below. Fire Red. I repeat, use Red paint. Arik out,"

The guns fired, loud as the real thing, and plastic containers of red paint flew through the air, propelled by the artillery cannons. They whistled, then hit the ground, splashing paint everywhere. He red three hits, and one wound on his comms, and saw the people who he hit with his glasses.

"Did I tell you about heavy weapons? Oh you will love this,"

((You, my friend, are in for some fun. Very cold, if I recall. Here, try this:This help? Oh, I can do a few color schemes with those two types of armor, so if you need some, just ask. This is what my Marines are working on: This is it))

He walked into the Academy. He held his form in his hand as he approached the main office. The assistant looked up Alexander. He shrugged, "I know I am a bit old to be enrolling in a school, however I feel that I need to further my training." He gave a smile, "As you can see, the group I had once joined sent me here. They are of course a Mercenary Group and don't have proper funds. I have been in for some time, and I did schooling before. However, I am needed to be retrained and this is their only true option."

He ran his fingers through his thick, brown hair. "I promise not to cause harm. I will even be an aid if I can't take all the classes. I just think this is best however." Granted, he couldn't tell his truth. What he really was. Nor the real reason he was trying to be readmitted into a Military School. His lie rolled off his tongue beautifully. Not a single flaw.

After a moment he spoke again, "I am also hoping perhaps an isolated room? Solitary is I must." He spoke calm and relaxed. His tone held no true emotion or excitement. He shifted, adjusting the large bag on his shoulder. The tan and battered duffel bag seemed to weigh a good bit.

Ascrith thought it would be the perfect time to visit his old friend, Arik Taranis. He knew him from long ago, and knowing him, he probably was up to no good. Ascrith decided to bring along his Honour Guard of ten men, which were trained and enhanced as he was, though, not as good as Arik or the other Inquisitors. It was strange why Arik took this job. Perhaps he was searching for new recruits to take on the mission of becoming the worlds first Space Marines, or at least, the deadliest soldiers in the world.

Ascrith stood eight feet tall, a giant to most people. His guards were the same height, though, so it wasn't limited to just him. He had his helmet in his hands, and his sword in his sheath. He had his pistol in his holster, and was ready for just about anything. His hair was golden blonde, with blue eyes. He had no stubble, but his hair was somewhat long, but short enough to fit in the helmet. He approached the Visitor's desk.

"Hello, can I see a man of Arik, please?" Ascrith asked, waiting.

((Made this for Ascrith:. Oh, here is the second one I introduced: second one. First one I introduced.

BTW, do you need me to do anything?))

Liz looked at the red paint covering the city street. "Are we almost at the meeting point?" Liz asked curiously, checking her COM again.

"Yes. Two minutes. Don't worry, the Guard are already there," Arik said, waiting, and moving with the helicopter.

((OMFG!!! I ACTUALLY WROTE A ONE LINER!!!!))

Liz leaned back on the seat, happy that they were almost there. She hated heights almost as much as she hated snakes. Liz fiddled with the straps on her armor as they rounded the mountain crest for the last time.

The helicopter began it's descent into the blizzard that was the mountain, bouncing up and down a bit from the high winds. Snow began hitting the inside of the helicopter, and Arik enjoyed it. He was born in these weathers. Slowly, but surely, the Helicopter began making it's way to the HQ, passing by the AA guns and sentries, before landing in the runway. He jumped out, landing in the snow, and kept the door open for the rest of the Squadron to get out.

He breathed in the cool air, and it brought back memories of past wars, past injuries, everything from the past. It seemed it was endless, but he knew what he had to do. He began moving to the HQ itself, and opened the tent doors. It was warm inside, but he didn't care. He loved the cold. Inside there was some members of a Command Squadron, and Arik showed Elizabeth the command chair.

"Elizabeth, this is where I go to my place, alone. My ten member squad will be moving down the hill, and I will be covering them. If you want to go with them, be my guest," Arik said, and disappeared into the blizzard, everyone loosing sight of him. He went down the mountain around 80% of the way, and set up shop. He got the HMG out, and set it up, presighting it. He got his Sniper Rifle out, and also presighted it. Nothing would get him now.

((BTW, I am going to be going to summer camp for around a week. Won't be on.))

Liz sent her squad to their positions and equipped herself with a staff and both her guns. She quietly went to the small forest that surrounded their camp and climbed a tree. Liz sat on one of the middle branches, barley breathing, and waited for the other team. "Red Leader to Red 3rd. Do you hear me?" she spoke under her breath into her COM.
((Found a better snow uniform!! In her profile.))

((LOL! IM BACK! If I am red three, tell me.))

Arik, still a little tired, sort of, well, dosed off. He began staring into space, and bored from the lack of action, slowly began closing his eyes. He could still hear very well, but his basic idea was that there was nothing very noteworthy going on at the moment. Hell, all he could see was snow falling onto the already snowy ground.

Then he heard a twig snap. His instincts kicked in and his eyes shot open, and began searching. He lifted his sniper rifle to his eyes, and stared down the sights. He had something.

((Ya your red three.))
Liz heard slight rustling movements from her left side and aimed her gun. She waited for her target to enter the clearing when something hit her hard from behind, Knocking her out of the tree and to the ground, landing on her arm.

((Oh, bugger. Leave you alone for five minutes... Thanks, though. One thing, for Damian Fitch, on the other RP, you DO know that Ascrith's full title is [Inquisitor Lord Daemon Hunter Ascrith, Reichfuhrer of the 1st System, Field Marshal of the First and Only, Lord of the SS], right? Just asking. It IS a royal mouthful...))

Arik looked at his target. It was desperate, weak, and alone. He had only two seconds to move, otherwise, he was all Arik's. Which he did do. Arik fired off his shot, smacking the man in the head, and sending him flying. His score board read:

But it wasn't right. He never hit Elizabeth. Did he? No, that was out of the question. What was the question was how she got wounded. He then noticed then, that it was a critical wound to the arm, and a bleed to the head. He had to get there fast. Unfortunately, she was lower than him, and surrounded by enemies. He could see them all now.

What he was going to do was daring. He open fired with his HMG, blasting BB rounds into the enemy's bodies, scoring hits, wounds, bleeds, and kills. His points were racking up, and their man count going down. Unfortunately, so was his. There was an invasion going on, apparently, and it was affecting them greatly.

He ripped the bark off of a tree, and jumped on it, holding his HMG in his hands, and firing at will. He was speeding down the side of a mountain, blasting away. He reached them, and jumped off of the bark in such a way that it moved at an angle, and hit the person standing in front of Elizabeth. He unhooked his TAS-3, and shot the man in the head, scoring another kill. The rest fled. Arik now had 15 kills, ten critical wounds, and 13 wounds under his belt. And many more hits.

"Red three here, Elizabeth. What's your problem?" Arik asked, reloading his items, and calling a medic drop on his position. Soon, one medic would drop via Helicopter onto the group below.

"My arm, and head." Liz said reaching behind her pulling out a tranquilizer from her neck. "I thought we were only allowed to use guns and the environment." Liz said looking around and spotting no one. "I won't die right?" she asked in a shaky voice. "I will NOT fail this class." she said sternly taking her gun out. "Duck." she said to Arik as she shot over his ducked head and took out a guy sneaking up on them in the neck.