Jackalyn gets to her bunk in a blink of an eye, and has gear on even faster than that. Once she gets to the deploying area, she asks, "Any secondary objectives and/or essential targets?"
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Jackalyn follows silently behind Jacob, listening in on the radio. Her Eagle is out, and her knife is within easy reach.
"Who says that they don't?"
Jackalyn shrugs. "We know that they have a mole in our organization. He talked, so they knew he was an unreliable asset. If he was captured again, he would likely break again, so they killed him both as punishment and as security."
Jackalyn moves forward to the security cams, reviewing the footage with a detached eye.
Jackalyn still looks somewhat haunted at the meeting, but immediately pulls it together and puts on her game face as the frantic report comes in. She follows the other's lead, letting the experts do their work.
As Borax is making his speech, Jackalyn quietly slips out the door. At first, she walks stiffly. Back arched, head up, eyes cold. But as she moves down the hallway, her eyes lose their freezing gleam and become dull and blank, and she doesn't so much walk as stagger to the bunks. Quickly turning into the bathroom, Jackalyn collapses, vomiting into the toilet, and remains there for a few minutes, before composing herself-if only slightly-enough to walk out of the restroom and slide into her bunk. She stares up at the ceiling, but doesn't see it.
Jackalyn nods curtly at this information. "Thank you for your cooperation. I will assure that no harm comes to your brother." She then walks stiffly back outside the interrogation room, then turns to the rest of the team. "I think that this is all he knows. He's broken."
"Give me a description of this 'Edwards,'" Jacqueline says calmly, before pausing. "And your righteous fury? It's pointless. We didn't destroy Basra, believe it or not. As much as you would like to believe it, the rest of the world isn't made up of complete monsters."
Jackalyn stares down dispassionately at him. "Very well. Now: purpose, capabilities, superiors, base, supply lines, mole."
Yeah. At first, I was toying with the idea that because of her loyalty trait, Jackalyn wouldn't actually carry out a threat on someone's family, but then I realized that because of recent events, she would've been brought back to the desert mentally, and reverted back to that state of giving absolutely no f!**s for anything but making those bastards pay.
That was what I was originally going for, but I decided that it was more IC for Jackalyn to ho after the second hostage. I figured that out too late after I posted, so I didn't get to change it. Sorry.
Jackalyn stares blankly at him, then nods. "Yes, sir. Understood, sir. Hold still," she says simply, before, as gently as she can, she cuts away 10 centimeters of skin.
"Belay that until I follow through with my threat, Jacob. We're going for maximum shock value here," she says calmly. Jackalyn takes a deep breath before barging into the room of the other man, and swiftly, violently, without a word, sinks the edge of her knife into what little exposed skin her has left, and peels away ten centimeters of skin, almost to the millimeter. It's almost terrifying how easily she does this, almost as if the soldier has had hours of practice. With a simple yank, she takes the length of skin, then, without a word, leaves the room. Resolutely, she stalks into the room of the first man, then slams the flayed skin onto the table. "That is the price of resistance. Now: purpose, capabilities, surperiors, base, supply lines, mole."
Jackalyn marches to the barracks alongside Jacob, her eyes fixed forward, her hands trembling. Once she gets to her bunk, she takes a deep breath before sitting down, rolling up her sleeve as she does so. "Listen carefully. I'm going to need you to hold my arm, tight as you can. Do you have any whisky?" she asks, as she unsheathes her knife.
Jackalyn nods, then swiftly yanks her knife out of the man's hand, brutally sawing with the serrated blade to deal as much damage as possible, then chops into his right forearm once, twice. "Your brother's skin is on you," she says quietly, before exiting. As soon as she leaves the room, Jackalyn starts shaking and breathing hard. "Jacob? With me. I'm going to need you to hold onto my arm." she says, somewhat tremulously.
Jackalyn nods, then violently wrenches her knife out of the man's hand, intentionally deepening the wound with the serrated blade. She allows him just a moment to recover before grabbing the uninjured hand, pinning it to the table, and then slamming her knife straight through the palm once more. "That's five centimeters of skin off of your brother's back," she says quietly, before turning away from him for a moment, towards the mirror. The team can see, past the cold, calculating icy surface of her eyes, a deep well of hatred, the kind of hatred that could not be born naturally, and could only be forcefully thrust out into the world, after an act of some other unthinkable hatred was forced on it's bearer. "You know," she begins, "The others were just like you, out in the desert. They didn't take me seriously. At least at first. Once the rest of the outpost found three of their men, gutted, entrails letting out steam up to that blue, blue sky, they got scared. They tried to hide it, a lot like you. They called me whore, they called me b$@!@, they called me &%!@. They tried to conceal their terror under all of that idiotic machismo. Every time, though, they'd eventually cave. They'd start sobbing, crying, praying. You'd think that after they realized that they were going to die, as religious men, they'd turn to belief first. But no. They always cried. I never understood it." She turns to look over her shoulder at the man. "Am I familiar to you now? I would think so. I survived two assassination attempts before I joined the Peacekeepers, so I believe that I've become rather infamous."
The crimson-haired woman then fully turns around and stares down imperiously at the man. "Now. Purpose, capabilities, superiors, base, supply lines. Everything.
So the +2 bonus doesn't apply to the Wild Die? Got it.
Yeesh. So that's two raises total on the roll to intimidate?
I forget if situational modifiers apply to the Wild Die. Should I add the +2 from "significant physical force" to both as well? And would Jackalyn's "experience" with this kind of thing add a modifier as well?
Oddly, Jackalyn isn't at Borax's briefing. Nor is she at her bunk, as she suggested earlier. The door of the interrogation room closes with nary a sound behind her as the young woman enters the chamber of the less wounded brother. Still dressed out in combat gear. Her slate-gray eyes are cold, calculating. Without a warning, she walks up to the man and pins his right hand to the table with her knife, piercing straight through the cartilage and the bone as the sharpened, serrated blade sinks into the wood of the table. She steps back, her hand bloody, and calmly asks a few questions. "This is how it's going to go. One, you're going to tell me what you're in Basra for. Two, you're going to tell me who your mole is. Three, you are going to tell me the exact capabilities of your unit. Numbers, discipline, equipment, everything. Four, you're going to tell me who your superiors are. Fifth, you will tell me where your base of operations of Basra is, and where your HQ is, if you have one. Every time you b@#$%@#% me, every time you refuse to answer, I will make a tallymark. Every hour, for every tallymark I've made, I will go and flay a five-centimeter piece of skin from the little your brother has left. Do you understand me?"
Jackalyn nods, then turns and goes back to whereever the bunks are.
Jackalyn nods. "Pleasure to meet you, good work back there," she says absently.
Jackalyn's voice crackles over the radio. "Do you want me on overwatch or scouting duties?"
In the cold, calculating part of her mind-probably the higher-functioning section still functioning-Jackalyn realizes that Gavril can't be separated from the team, or else he'll most likely be ambushed by the remaining terrorists. As such, Jackalyn sights down her target and pulls the trigger.
Yes, but it does Raise, which means an extra 1d6 damage. I still get confused by that, don't worry :P
Jackalyn breathes in and out, trying to clear her mind, before taking another shot.
Jackalyn, her face a mask, her eyes glassy, takes a shot at the terrorist leader from the rooftops.
The familiar surroundings, the heat, the death, brings images that Jackalyn has worked hard to erase to her mind unbidden, and, fighting off the shakes, the bullet goes wild.
"All visible snipers are down. Keep an eye out for more. Keep me appraised of any high-priority threats." Jackalyn says coldly into the radio. Pain and fire and blood pain and fire and blood pain and fire and blood and terror FOCUS. Jackalyn blinks. Upon hearing the grenades go off in the building below, Jackalyn turns her attention to the comms station.
Jackalyn lines up her shot once again. Her hands tremble. She breathes, stills her hands, and pulls the trigger.
Jackalyn hardly blinks as the grenade goes off, even as dust and debris flies all around her. "Group one, do we have wounded?" she calmly inquires into the radio as she lines up her second shot, at the other sniper.
I think it would be fair to say that Jackalyn would have a suppressor equipped to her Barrett.
"Thirty seconds until I start making noise, everybody. Mark." Jackalyn carefully lines up her shot with the enemy sniper while mentally counting down, and, at precisely thirty seconds, she pulls the trigger.
I think that, most likely, it would be a better idea to have actual human suppresors right now, and get full-on silencers when we start upgrading our gear with alien tech.
"I'm ready whenever you are. Be warned, though: as soon as the first sniper goes down, we're on a clock. My rifle isn't exactly the quietest. Do what you need to do and then get out ASAP. We don't want to be here when the SOBs come here in force."
I was actually invited back! Holiday rush was really overwhelming so, thank you Jon for inviting me back so easily.
Jacob's radio crackles to life. "Is the generator down? Over."
Apologies, guys, but I'm going to have to drop this game. Trying to juggle seven games at once is a bit of a pain, and although I love this game, it's just not as much of a priority as the others.
Jacqueline nods. "Can you show me the locations where they hit? What weapons did they use?"
"By cutting and cording it up to make it thick enough that unless we trap a particularly strong alien it'll hold. The original device was created from scavenged primitive perimeter defenses, but it is surprisingly effective. Especially when hooked up to a generator that can create electric currents. They make an effective interrogation device together or alone." Jacqueline's eyes appear distant.
"That's why I requested the razorwire and electric current generator, Rosa. They are surprisingly versatile."
Jackalyn nods. "Yes, sir. I would like to requisition a device that could generate an incapacitating electric current and some razor wire, sir."
Jackalyn raises an eyebrow. "I think you've automatically got me beat on that front, Bohan. And in light of that offhanded dramatic revelation, it seems that you are more qualified to lead for this mission."
"With all due respect, Bohan, have you spent three months out in the desert dismantling a terror cell by yourself, with almost no supplies, while taking care of two injured squadmates? I have experience with terrorists."
Jackalyn clears her throat. "Sir, I have prior experience in this area. Should I take the lead on this?"
Jackalyn's fists tighten slightly at the mention of terrorists, but she says nothing,
Jackalyn nods towards the man before looking at her bunk, up and down. As soon as he leaves, she spares no time in crashing into it, fully-clothed, snoring loudly before she even hits the bed.
Jackalyn nods along, remaining stoic as Central leads her and the rest of the squad through the base and all of the insanity within. She examines the barracks, and relaxes almost imperceptibly at the familiar surroundings. "Yes, sir. If I may, sir, may we get some rack time before rolling out? It's been a long day."
Jackalyn nods. "That will work, yes." She looks at the hovering, holographic globe of the planet. "So, where do we start?" |