|Freedom| Storys/Notes/IC letters

[KillSlim]

'Freedom training.'
Sector 3, Freedom base, 12:40 pm.

Freedom rookies are standing in-line beside the warehouse. A newly promoted officer who goes by the name of 'Yurich', steps forth from the left side of the legendary Tenel and begins instructing the rookies on the day's planned training.
"I hope you're all fed and rested well!" Said Yurich. "Because you certainly have one hell of a day ahead of you."
The rookies stood still and remained silent, as the officer continued.
"Today will be an enjoyable day, for we have planned specialist weapons training for you all." Yurich announced.
Yurich turned and pointed to a salvaged M60 light machine gun mounted upon a tripod surrounded by drums and cannisters of ammunition which lay dormant upon the bar's roof.
"A beauty. This fell into our hands at the time of 'Operation Sleeping drunk', today you will all practice how to use it and use it well." Yurich announced to the Rookies.
Tenel, who stood silent whilest watching Yurich, spoke out before Yurich began his next sentance. "If that breaks, I'll have someone's head for it. Is that understood?" Tenel asked calmly.
"Yes sir!" The rookies shouted.
Tenel let out a small sigh. "Don't call me 'sir'."
"You shall all learn how to fire, correct a jam, load, mantle and dismantle this weapon as it will certainly be used in the future." Yurich announced. "Off you pop! Onto the roof!" Yurich shouted clearly to the rookies.
The Freedomers quickly scrambled up the wooden ladder and onto the roof of the bar, loosly scattered around the light machine gun. Yurich soon followed slowly and calmly; taking his time as Freedomers should.
"How many men would it take to operate this in the field?" The officer asked with a tone of concern.
"Five?" A rookie answered quietly.
"Five!? This isn't bloody world-war one! Guess again cup cake." Yurich replied.
"Two?" The same rookie answered once again.
"Bingo!" Yurich shouted. "One to carry the weapon, and another to carry the tri-pod and ammunition." The officer continued.
Yurich flowed into a prone position, in the firing position of the M60. "This is the prone position, take note of it, you won't always be sitting on your arses."
Yurich then rolled to his right, opened a drum of ammunition, fed it into the M60 and cocked it.
The Freedom officer loosly and lightly held the belt-fed ammunition close to the L.M.G.
"This is where the tri-pod carrier would sit, he will feed the ammunition as it is being fired, and would assist in reloading. This weapon can be operated by a single person, but the weapon can only remain stationary."
Yurich pointed at a Freedom rookie. "Shooter." He then pointed at another. "Feeder. Both of you get in prone position."
The two rookies hurried to their designated positions, following what Yurich had said to them word-for-word.
"That belt has sixty rounds, fire at the targets ahead of you." Yurich instructed.
The 'shooter' looked to his right at the 'feeder' and then aimed down the iron sights.
"Open fire." Yurich said, excitedly.
The shooter squeezed the trigger, the M60 fired round after round at an impressive rate with a loud sound after each shot.
Tracer rounds could be seen after every six or so rounds, illuminating the floor as the bullet hurtled towards the hay target.
As the belt neared emptiness the muzzle flashes turned an elegant purple. The belt was then void of bullets, and the firing stopped.
"Jesus Christ! Are you trying to make us all deaf!?" Is heard down all the Freedomer's radios as Tenel yells at Yurich. "I'd like to use my ears in a year or two if it's all the same!!" Tenel continues.
"Well done rookies, you did your job well. I believe it's time for a drink." Yurich said humerously, ignoring Tenel's comments.

End of part 1.

[Tunddruff]

Tenel began to wonder, What the HELL had happened to his PDA.
Being in his position, he send 2 rookies to go search the two earlier bases

(Id right more, but im warm and tired, it feel like 40?C)

And to this day, Tenel STILL doesnt know where his PDA is!

[Fluffy]

*A missile like projection appears out of the sky and plants right infront of the freedom's base, Seeming to be something related to a rocket. It opens up in prongs with a digital message that begins to play*

Hey guys, I'm back. It's me Tom, Sure Russia is quiet and good for studies. But that is driving me insane. I took all of the funding from their i could get and now I'm Back! With better and new tech! Be seeing you in a few days, with some new armor as well.

*The missile closes and opens up below the prongs, along with some weapons. A note is attached*

Have fun, and put a bullet in some of Duty's butts.

[KillSlim]

// Why doesn't Tenel just get a new PDA?

[Tunddruff]

// He thinks its somewhere... and not on Ganjas fat dead ass

//*Ganja Rises from the Dead as a zombie* DON'T CALL ME FAT *Shoots you*

// Cobra!! DONT EDIT ME POSTS

[Fluffy]

// HELLO!? ANYONE GONNA SAY ANYTHING BOUT ME!?

[ISPYUDIE]

// Uhh... Nice missile?

[Tunddruff]

// Fluffy's fur is looking very nice today and I want to rub his fur very much <3!

[Fluffy]

// Lawl

[Plunger]

Nikitin Grigorev was shot in the head by Tenel after forgetting the ban and leaving the base.

PK

[Tunddruff]

// Mr tea suggested I just hang both of you. Also, i did warn him that i would shoot

[Locke]

// Less OOC, more IC

[Moss]

// To let you all know i Haven't been able to get onto the SRP Server for awhile... My game keeps crashing , so im currently underway of deleting unnecessary files.