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Africa / Re: Operation Iron Serpent - Phase I (Arrival & Briefing)
« on: July 12, 2017, 09:01:11 AM »
Air Force Base Makhado
Louis Trichardt, Limpopo Province, South Africa

With the briefing clearly concluded, Andrew tapped his pen on the tabletop a question attempting to formulate in his head. Colonel Bishop asked if there were any final questions, if there weren't they were released to their respective teams for whatever their pre-mission rituals were.  He turned in his seat, looking over his shoulder to locate the South African Special Forces Corporal that the Colonel had mentioned was tagged to his team for the bridges.

"Yes Sir, one last thing," Andrew said raising his hand slightly and rising from his seat.

"Is the Corporal attached to us as an individual operator or is there a team with him?" He looked over at the South African Special Forces Corporal, "No offense to the Corporal if he's alone." Andrew turned back towards the Colonel, "One other trigger puller plus me, versus whatever Zimbabwe might decide to throw at us across the bridge? Those aren't exactly odds I'd say are stacked in our favor for a successful go at this."

Spoiler: {No Team} • show

"Very well Sir, I'll take what I can get," Andrew grimaced slightly, nodding to both the Colonel and the Corporal. One additional body wouldn't break anything, and who knew it might just make it for them too if things went sideways - but one thing Andrew was not, was a profit or gifted with precognition. Who knew? Walking around the table, Andrew stuffed his notebook back into his cargo pocket and approached the Corporal extending his hand in greeting.

"Lieutenant Cannon, nice to meet you, Corporal?"

With the greetings out of the way, Andrew stepped towards the door with the Corporal. "Grab your kit and meet us in the hanger and we'll get you up to speed on our team and what not."

Spoiler: {Team} • show
"Awesome, five extra guns. That'll make the division of labor and provide cover for each bridge that much easier." Andrew said with a grin, a quick nod to Colonel Bishop before turning towards the South African Special Forces Corporal. Having an additional five shooters along with his team on the bridge would mean Alex and Graham could focus on doing their respective jobs quickly with Cameron and John assisting, leaving the overwatch and cover to Andrew and the South African Special Forces guys a much better set up.

Pocketing his notebook Andrew approached the Corporal extending his hand. "Glad to have you and your team with us this evening Corporal. My boys will be happy to have you along, easier for them to focus on defusing whatever is on the bridges. Instead of worrying about who is trying to shoot them... Anyways I'm Lieutenant Cannon," He said extending his hand for a handshake.

With the quick introduction over, Andrew motioned for the door, "Why don't you rally your team and meet us in the hanger, we'll mesh up and get ready for this operation. Sound good?"

Stepping out of the briefing tent into the waning daylight, Andrew took a second and his first opportunity to look at Air Force Base Makhado and breath in the South African air. Crouching down as he enjoyed the moment of peace and tranquility, Andrew dug a small plastic tub from a cargo pocket and cracked it open. Dragging it through the dirt, he quickly filled it and tapped it down so he could close the cap. Satisfied he stood and headed across the tarmac towards the hanger where it was obvious the teams were all preparing for the night's mission.

Stepping into the hanger Andrew quickly located his team, Alex already had them in full kit and ready to roll. Each of the EOD tech's were doing their respective pre-mission rituals, trying to escape the jitters that came with each step off. Seeing Andrew coming, Alex pulled the team in around a hard case container, "What's the word, Sir?"

Without looking, "Scarbro, I swear to Saint Mattis of Quantico, if you open your trap and say 'the bird is the word' I'm gonna kick your window-licking-crayon-eating ass up and down the god damned flight line till I'm tired. Am I clear?"

"Don't promise me a good time Sergeant First Class Reynolds!" Scarbro retorted with a hearty chuckle.

"I might just watch..." Graham chipped in, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"You are sick and twisted, you know that right? Both of you are," Cameron added shaking his head in mock disgust as he situated his weapon over his chest.

Stifling a hearty laugh and shaking his head, Andrew stepped up the container and makeshift table, laying his notebook down and pulling out a series of aerial images and an MGRS map. "Alright lock it up, stow the jokes - I need your thinking caps on and game faces, hooah?"

For the next 20 minutes, Andrew went through their night step-by-step. By the time he was finished each member of the team could walk him through the operation as a whole, the high-level CONOP for their forward, left, right and rear units as well as their respective missions on the bridge and what the contingencies were for a whole host of situations. The last piece of their puzzle was Corporal Meinertzhagen and his Special Forces Reece team to round them out. Satisfied with his team Andrew released them to their own devices and headed for his gear, it was his turn to get his shit together and be ready to go - they were getting close to go time.

Africa / Re: Operation Iron Serpent - Phase I (Arrival & Briefing)
« on: July 04, 2017, 08:48:31 AM »
Air Force Base Makhado
Louis Trichardt, Limpopo Province, South Africa

With a nod to the Colonel, Andrew stepped around the table to an open seat. It was a folding chair, one that had definitely seen better days. Nothing too fancy, but it worked. Lifting it up slightly by it's back, Andrew pulled it back far enough that he could slip into the seat. Seating himself, the briefing had already begun - his eyes jumped to the projector and speaker.

Digging into a cargo pocket on his pants, Andrew extracted his worn field book and a pen, flipping the book open to a fresh page Andrew began taking shorthand notes. The assignments broke down as he figured they would, the SAS and SASR teams doing counter-reconnaissance and his team tackling the bridge.

Nodding when the Colonel mentioned the unit that'd he'd liaise with, he scribbled it in his book. Examining his smaller copy of the map, as well as what appeared to be recent aerial reconnaissance images and ground level photos of the Beitbridge. It was a modern dual span, concrete bridge. The vertical support columns would be the obvious place for the charges to be placed, which would bring the bridge down or severely cripple the bridge - making it unable to bear any significant weight. And if he were doing the demo placement, Andrew would have run multiple smaller charges across the underside of the suspended sections of the roadway as well, which would make the bridge impassable even if the supports weren't removed - can't drive on a bridge with 10-12 foot diameter holes in it. Andrew quickly scribbled his thoughts onto the pictures and their likeliest locations.

He went to raise his hand, and inquire as to the timing of the operation, but the Colonel beat him to the punch. A night operation was the only way to do the job without putting his team and the operational as a whole at undue risk. The night wasn't exactly the most conducive to EOD operations, but it was what he and his team were trained and tasked to do.  Andrew's ears perked up as the brief was handed over to the SANDF Army Colonel.

As the Colonel covered their contingencies, Andrew in big block bold letters wrote down, underlined and circled the word, "Winter."

"Winter understood Sir." He replied back to Colonel Jordaan, not that it was necessary but it was always good to let the briefing officer know you were awake and paying attention.
Jordaan wrapped up the brief and asked if there were any questions, one of the SAS Officers chimed in. "What's Zimbabwe's kit looking like, sir?"

Andrew nodded to himself, it was a worthwhile question he supposed, best to know your enemy as to kill him easier.

Africa / Re: Operation Iron Serpent - Phase I (Arrival & Briefing)
« on: June 18, 2017, 06:43:27 AM »
Pope Field/Fort Bragg,
North Carolina, USA
April 2017

Andrew adjusted the shoulder straps to his duffle bag, the thing was damn heavy, for a reason of course. He’d packed enough socks and underwear to last him at least three weeks without reusing a pair… It was excessive yes, but having clean chonies and socks was a luxury, one he could afford in the field.
Looking over his shoulder, Andrew watched as the four other members of his EOD response team, Team 28-13 known by their nickname and callsign ‘Checkmate’. Each soldier went about their last minute equipment checks and inventories. He watched each member of the team for a few seconds, studying them as they went about their preop rituals: Sergeant First Class Alex Reynolds, Staff Sergeant Cameron Lenz, Sergeant John Scarbro and Specialist Graham Terrell.
Sergeant First Class Sergeant Alex Reynolds, Alaskan born and raised he was the senior Tech of the team and the team leader. Also by and far one of the best Tech’s, not only in the 28th EOD Company, but the EOD community as a whole - despite his short time as a Tech. At least the Army side of the wheel house, he’d come up as a Combat Engineer and tabbed Sapper before getting bored and taking a demotion to enter the Ranger Regiment, after a number of tours with the Regiment he again opted for a second demotion to move to EOD. Reynolds holds the unofficial and non existent record for “Oldest Graduate” and “Highest Ranking Candidate” to graduate from the EOD pipeline. Reynolds would deploy with 759th Ordnance Company (EOD) before selection and acceptance to the 28th EOD as a Platoon/Section Sergeant. 
Staff Sergeant Cameron Lenz, born in Detroit, Michigan and somehow escaped to Phoenix, Arizona before tripping and ending up in the hell of South Central LA. Lenz attended UC Davis where he earned his pre-law degree before attended UC Berkeley for his JD. After graduating and a fruitless year of searching for a law job of any kind, Lenz enlisted and attended basic as a 25 year old Specialist - he had to pay off his $100,000+ of student loan debt, somehow. Lenz would end up as a Military Intelligence, Human Intelligence Collector aka “Interrogator”. Seeing two deployments and a training rotation at the US Army Intelligence Center of Excellence before he decided he needed a career change, fast forward to present day and he is a tenured member of the EOD community and the 28th EOD Company. Lenz is also a civilian registered EMT-P, which he obtained by taking night classes while stationed at Fort Huachuca, Arizona.
Sergeant John Scarbro, born in Houston, Texas - a true and diehard Texan, Scarbro could have gone to college on a full ride Football scholarship, instead he enlisted in the USMC out of high school. Scarbro did six years in the Corps (2 combat tours) as an 0317 before ETS-ing and going to school at Caltech (who knew he was that smart), leaving Caltech with two Bachelor’s degrees in Computer Science (Programming/Coding) and Information/Communication Technology.  He could have easily landed a cushy job at any number of tech companies in Silicon Valley, instead he re-enlisted, this time in the US Army. He missed the adrenaline rush - so he says.  His recruiters pushed for him to go Cyber or Signal Corps, he refused and pushed for EOD; with Sergeant’s stripes he attended EOD AIT and is the newest member of EOD Response Team 13 and most junior Tech of the team.
Specialist Graham Terrell, a transplant from Dublin, Ireland to the United States. He grew up in Dublin but after his parents split (Mother was an American, Dad was Irish) he moved to the states with his mother, residing in Tampa, Florida. He enlisted at 17 and claimed full American citizenship, discarding his dual citizenship and therefore any attachments to his father. Terrell was the only member of the team to have started in the EOD community from his enlistment. It started as a running joke during training that the only reason he was so proficient at disarming ordnance, was because he’d been putting IED’s together since birth. He was Irish after all. Second only to the team’s Senior Sergeant, Terrell has seen the most deployments out of his team. He is not only the resident know it all of useless facts and information for Team 13 he is also a respected, brass balled EOD tech and skilled warfighter despite his small stature and soft looks.
It wasn’t necessary, as they’d PCC’d and PCI’d all of it before they’d left Bragg at least three times. They didn’t know much, but what they did know about their comming hop across the pond into AFRICOM’s area of responsibility was that it wasn’t going to be a normal (not that there ever was) EOD response mission. They were hopping into South Africa, not the sandbox of the Middle East, so there wasn’t a humvee to carry their bot, suit and other specialized equipment. This time it was all what they could hump in and hump out, which was both a blessing and a curse. As South Africa which wasn’t a hot spot for land mines, but had been a large producer and exporter there of during the mid to late 20th century; but UXO and IED’s were to be expected especially if South Africa and Zimbabwe were ramping up for a fight of some kind. All indicators pointed in the direction of a really nasty one too.
This mission they were doing what the 28th EOD did best, support US and ally special operations forces with SOF capable EOD techs.
Satisfied, Andrew turned back to his own gear and for the sake of it and to kill a little more time he dropped his duffle bag to the tarmac and pulled the zipper tab. Inside was not only his excessive collection of underwear and socks, but the rest of his kit. His armor and load bearing equipment was a dark coyote brown while his uniform which was the standard SOF uniform (the now famous Crye combat uniform) but instead of Multicam it was the old school ERDL camo. They were requested by the South African National Defense Force, however the South Africans really didn’t want to advertise the fact that they were utilizing outside help. Particularly from the United States. So their uniforms were bare, where on his normal ‘duty’ uniform would be skill badges and tabs there was bare velcro. But that’s what sterile meant, no outwardly identifiable markers.
An Air Force Staff Sergeant jogged out of the hanger they were standing in front of, slowing before he reached Andrew the Staff Sergeant flashed the universal ‘5-minutes’ hand signal. “Sir your ride is 5 minutes out, I need you and your team, along with your gear.” He said motioning to a cluster of pallets that were going with them, destined for not only Checkmate’s use but also their SANDF allies.
“Got it, thank you Staff Sergeant.” Andrew replied before looking back to his team, each of them were now staring at the Air Force NCO and their Lieutenant, with a sideways jerk of his head, in a come here movement Andrew summoned his team.
They were about to begin the first 4,990 mile leg of their almost 10,000 mile jaunt.
Air Force Base Makhado
Louis Trichardt, Limpopo Province, South Africa

The USSOCOM C-27J Spartan set down hard on the runway at the SANDF Air Force Base Makhado, the crew chief was already standing at the ramp. Manipulating the controls to lower the cargo door, the dark cargo bay was cut in half by the bright noonday sunlight that knifed through the door. That light caught Andrew square in the face, eliciting a groan and a curse..
“Fuck!... I’m up, i’m up…” He grumbled to himself, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He sat up groaning, the seats in the 27J were only slightly less worse than the old strap seats on the C-130’s - they didn’t exactly make for a comfortable sleep surface. Glancing around the cargo bay he watch his team ready themselves to disembark. The all swayed to one side as the C-27J turned quickly off the flight line and headed towards a line of other aircraft parked along the runway. Getting his thoughts together, he grabbed his duffle and a-bag pulling them towards him as the C-27J came to a halt.
The cargo door hit the tarmac and a team of US and SANDF troops swarmed into the bay, assisting the EOD team and aircrew with the palletized gear in the cargo bay. Andrew was singled out by a South African Flight Sergeant, who presented a quick salute. Returning the salute Andrew hefted his gear, “You won’t be needing those Sir, Colonel Bishop is waiting for you in the CP, I’ll have one of my men grab your gear! Follow me.”

Shrugging Andrew tossed his bags on top of one of the pallets and followed the Flight Sergeant into the CP, stepping into the room Andrew was clearly the last team leader to arrive. He found the Colonel and reporting in, “Sir, Lieutenant Cannon and EOD Response Team 28-13 reporting as ordered.”

Character Applications / Cannon, Logan Andrew [WIP]
« on: May 24, 2017, 09:55:11 PM »
Played By: YogiDaBearJew
Brian J. Smith
Full Name: Cannon, Logan Andrew

Age/ Birthday: 23 - November 2nd, 1993

Nationality: American

Rank, Title or Position: 2nd Lieutenant [P] (89E) - Platoon Leader, 2nd Platoon (EOD Response Teams 10-14), 28th Ordnance Company (EOD)(ABN) - Attached to USASOC/SOCAFRICA

Height: 5’11”

Build: Muscular - toned

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