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get your rng on.
- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-6 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.
TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!
ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honor → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.
ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.
CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.
FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?
GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.
SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hate sex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knife play, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?
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Another week, another mission. Another sticky situation with terrorists, with bombs and hostages, this time in the city hall itself. An exceptionally daring move, but so it went that each new situation they managed to extinguish, the next one was worse in one way or another, as the world slowly descended into a war with no other but itself. When there was no common enemy for the humans, they turned on each other. A saddening realisation this was, but one that was best accepted rather than denied. Among all else, for his own safety, and the safety of those close to him. This was why Legolas was here, too, wasn't it? Perched on top of a roof across from the large building, with his long hair braided and tucked around his neck and into his uniform, and otherwise covered with a hood, so he did not sit here a shining beacon, a sniper begging to be made another sniper's target. Like this, in the slowly dimming light of the day, he was scarcely visible at all.
Dusk be a friend, but it could just as well and just as easily be an enemy. Visibility changed the same for everyone, after all, and as much as he was less visible now, so could others be, so could their enemies be. All colours slowly changed their hues, into yellows and reds, as the Sun set, then into greys. At the very least, it wasn't raining.
Legolas scanned the roof first, then the windows, from top to bottom, left to right. They still had no lead on where the hostages were held, or where the bomb was; too little intel all around, but they just had to move in and do their job, and do it well even on breadcrumbs. So he kept an eye out, still, for anything at all, the eyes and the cover fire for the ground team currently making their way to the tall walls and darkened windows. No movement, other than the team—
At least until a certain point in time.
"Do not be so impatient, Buck, there is someone awaiting your arrival," he murmured on the comms, observing that exact window where he saw a shadow move quick and vanish and not surface again. What he saw now was an inch or two of a shoulder — or so he assumed — was sticking out, not quite enough for a good shot that would do much else but graze and make a known situation into something uncomfortably chaotic. "I would wager they know you are coming. The bottom window to your right, they are hiding on the left."
Polite, a touch formal with his speech still, there were just some things that he did not manage (or, really, want to) weed out. Elves might not be incapable of change, but they changed slowly. It raised eyebrows at first, but he had learned to divert attention and before long, people grew used to the way he was speaking and after a while they stopped asking.
At least up here, there was none who could see that the sights were off on his rifle, and he was using nothing more but the iron sights.
( I can switch to brackets easily, if you prefer, just lmk! and feel free to PM if anything needs changing or explaining. )
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"With you watching my back, I don't need to be careful." He mused as he adjusted his rappel line, unshouldering his rifle to aim where he'd been instructed. He couldn't see the target from where he hanged, but if there was anything he learned from over the last dozen or so missions, Legolas was rarely wrong. No point in shooting, not when there was a chance to whiff, and that meant getting close and personal.
He hadn't always been so sure of his teammate in the past, regarding the stranger with typical Quebecois aloofness for the first few flashpoints until he'd grown accustomed to his uncannily good calls. Legolas spoke formally, but so did Buck, perhaps both by virtue of English being their less preferred language. In a way they worked as an efficient team, Buck on the ground, up close and personal, and Legolas as overwatch, always watchful.
He gave a hand signal to the recruits to hold and await further command; there was no time to watch and judge their performance when the proverbial adults had to take care of business first. He descended slowly on his line, mind-numblingly slow, until he was inches above the window Legolas had pointed out. Ah, and there was the telltale shadow, a figure hunched behind the safety of brick and mortar, waiting for an unsuspecting operator to burst through. The thanks go unsaid, and with little fanfare he drops through the window, meeting the terrorist with a boot to the face and quick slash of his knife. The stranger crumples and he catches the body before it drops, placing it gingerly against the wall to stop further noise.
The window breach was loud, certainly loud enough to alert anyone else on the floor, but what could one truly do in this situation? Ignore them, the rational voice in his head reasoned, but 'ignore' went against JTF2 and personal policy. Operators strike swift and leave no chance for retaliation, and the policy had never failed him in the past. Still, he wasn't stupid enough to stand around and wait to see if he'd roused any attention on the floor.
"Ah, quel dommage. You'll have to tell me if his friends overheard his unfortunate accident." Buck's tone rarely went further than dry or sardonic, but the request was a legitimate one wrapped in the cool facade of uncaring. Sight lines were terrible in the hallway, blocked by makeshift cover and barbed wire, and times like this he was glad to have overwatch. He motioned for their recruits to hit the ground and breach through the front door. Logically, it was easier for them to go for a pincher move and meet half way.
"Tell the children we're still watching their every move, even if I'm not there." Humor creeps into his voice, letting out a small in-joke about how Rainbow operated. No other alphabet agency would send its recruits through an operation before actual training, but Rainbow was anything but ordinary. He'd learned to trust Legolas, and it was time to learn if he could trust the rest of the team.
( lmk as well if you need clarification/changes! apologies for the slowness I got caught up in thanksgiving *_* )
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Legolas watched the scene only long enough to confirm that everything went smoothly, not because he didn’t trust Buck to be able to take out a sole terrorist in close quarters, but because while he was up here, it was his job. It went as expected. The take down quiet, even it the entrance was not. Though there seemed to be no immediate reaction, as far as Legolas could see, scanning again all the windows—
Nothing, as if the building was abandoned, which they knew perfectly well was not the case at all. Either they were preparing an ambush, or the roamers had to yet reveal themselves.
Still, for a while Legolas said nothing, and his only response to the quip was a chuckle offered to the comms. The children, and they were the parents. Two agents with experience and a litter of green faced recruits. At least, though, they were well trained in theory and as far as he could see right now, they were proving themselves.
One on watch for their flank, as just around the corner was the door to the basement, while the other two moved in as ordered. He addressed them briefly, that wordless confirmation that, indeed, they are still watching, still gauging their ability. No movements in that area, but do not let your guard down, check your corners and check for cameras. — and when one rookie decided to take it out with a shotgun, Legolas bit back a sigh. Reports and criticisms would come later, for now he had to make sure that none of the recruits would die. At least as much as he could. Keep watching that flank, the rest: move in, and please do it quietly.
Switching to a private channel briefly, Legolas just couldn’t help to comment, though, "That one takes after you, I think." That shotgun kid, and no doubt Buck heard it just as well. "Efficient, indeed, but with too little finesse."
But he was smiling and the mirth carried easily in his voice, at least until a point. A point in which he spotted a roamer, and this time he had a clear shot. Which Legolas took without hesitation. One bullet, one body, even with his rifle silenced. It took away some power, sure enough, but the comfort of being undetectable was worth it, and besides that, he knew how to find the weak spots in any armour.
"One roamer down, third floor, southern staircase—," he said to everyone, "Keep your eyes and ears open.
"I think it is safe to say they did hear, both of you."
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But even he would admit the shotgun was unnecessarily loud, loud enough that he'd glanced back and over his shoulder the moment he heard the it go off. He'd have choice words for the recruit later, but for now, he'd have to let it slide.
"Empty, they abandoned this floor in a hurry." He frowned as dug through the leftovers: sensationalist reading, blueprints, and random, hand scribbled notes in a language he couldn't decipher. Little of it was use. The one thing he could discern was that the bomb had been set up with a failsafe, and that there were two scattered through the building. Two bombs were an issue. They were exposed when defusing, and the enemy would expect them there, putting them at a major disadvantage.
"Colice de marde, ah shit." The expletives came out in a low hiss over comms, just around the same time he heard Legolas' warning that their presence was now compromised. He stood up and sped up, no longer worrying about keeping his noise level low, not when he could hear the footsteps that weren't his own below, and the echo of voices that didn't belong to his team. He gave the quick order for them to stay put, that he'd be meeting up with them through the southern staircase, and that if any of them shot at him, he'd have them scrubbing toilets for a year.
"I hope you aren't too comfortable." The next few words were cut short as Buck fired two quick shots into a runner in the stairway, catching the stranger right before he could phone his friends about the dead body Legolas had left. "The situation has... as they say, taken a turn for the worse. Two bombs, in separate locations, and I'd bet they're willing to die if it means taking us out with them. I may need your help down here."
To the teams credit none of them shot when he emerged from the stairwell, CAMRs drawn and at the ready, but there was visible shakeup, and the poor shotgun recruit was red in the face, almost as if the entire team had given him shit for his actions. "Is there a word stronger than shit?" He asked privately to Legolas, after instructing the team on how to spread and search the floor. "I think it'd be appropriate now, if you've got one to share."
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"Very well— I am already moving, and taking the path the children took," for the moment, Legolas dropped the banter, his focus on making sure he did not get picked off when he was at his most vulnerable. The microphone did pick up the sound of the line zipping as he slid down, but it did not pick up the landing, or the steps that followed, "I will meet you there to regroup."
And he could not move as freely, only creep along carefully, now. He had been the all seeing eyes for the team, while he had no one offering cover fire and overwatch for him. But nobody looked out, nobody saw or noticed him. A shadow darting silently across the emptied street, across the pavement and lawns towards the open front door. He paused only a few times on the way, to scan the building for enemies looking his way.
"You only wish to hear me swear nastily," he remarked during one such pit stop, turning the conversation back to some light teasing to ease the atmosphere a little. They were in worse, in their time, and they were good enough to get out of even this without losing a single teammate or a single hostage. His answer was not a no, though, it was not exactly a yes either, mind, but mostly because he was not in the habit of swearing — at least not in a language anyone around him understood — and so he didn't know too many to share. "I think calling it hell could be fitting," at least how humans understood hell and what happened there, "But I would compare it to sitting in the crater of awakening volcano just as well."
Finally, though, he was at the front entrance and he switched to the open channel to address everyone with a warning.
"I am coming in, check your targets before you shoot," and just to make sure he was easy to recognise, he pulled down his hood for those moments, revealing a head of pale golden hair. Easy enough to spot, even in the dim evening.
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Buck waited with his rifle laid across his chest, waiting with poorly disguised impatience. The recruits had set up formation, with two already on another floor as part of a short recon. "Just in time to join the action." He said with a raised eyebrow, gesturing to the action happening around him. They'd already confirmed the ground floor was empty, and according to the pointman, so was the top floor. "Basement's our best bet, and you know how much I adore floor breaches without a proper enemy count." He jabbed a finger in the direction he'd set up his charge, a small panel of flooring he judged to be thinner than the rest. "It will be a louder entrance than planned, but so was the rest of this op. I'll be leaving the team to watch our backs, and we'll be the ones at ground zero."
With the plan explained, he paused, pursing his lips into a thin line before shaking his head, letting out a rare show of annoyance while on mission. "This isn't a volcano as much as it is a minefield. Too much unknown, and too few of us to make sure everything goes properly to plan." It's a complaint, and he knows fully well how useless it was to gripe, but they were both professionals. Letting off a little frustration wouldn't hurt morale.
He passed the detonator to Legolas with a shrug of his shoulders. "But that's life. We're together for defusal, unless you think I'd only slow you down." Ayyyy. Before waiting for an answer, he gave a curt command over comms, telling them to set up for defense their mothers would be proud of.
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His smile lost the playful edge, but it stayed sharp with determination and encouragement. They needed to trust themselves and each other, with split second decisions, with their aim, and skills. This easy confidence — well deserved, in Legolas's opinion — had to return and overshadow the doubts.
"Ready?"
With the last pat, Legolas made sure the defuser was secured on his person, before taking position on one side of the panel about to be breached. He took cover behind a desk, a spot that would give him a good view of the bottom floor on the opposite side, should any terrorists hide just beneath them. Unlikely, but always better safe than sorry.
In position, he nodded to Buck and lifted his hood again, hiding his face in an even darker shadow.
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The way to go forward was clearly marked, wall fortifications and barbed wire being a clear sign of where to go. He gave a hand signal for direction, slowly making his way towards the barricaded door with rifle ready. The team followed slowly behind, their footsteps the only other noise he heard besides the hissing of broken pipes and dripping water. Years on the job had taught him to keep his cool, but even he had to work to keep his heart rate and scope steady as he continually scanned the hall.
He readied the skeleton key at the barricade before turning to signal the team he was about to enter. The attachment shotgun would blow a decent sized hole, and he'd have to improvise the rest. He opened fire, blowing a hole into the barricade before knocking the rest of the wood down with a well placed kick. The response was immediate, a volley of shots from every direction, and Buck ducked out, cursing a storm as he blindly fire back. "Three, perhaps four shooters." He guessed, falling into a crouch as the rest of the team scrambled to cover. "They're willing to die to protect their fucking bomb," He said with a snarl over comms, running over a list of options they had to continue. No fragmentation grenades, not unless they wanted to risk detonating the bomb. It came down to entrance with a ballistic shield, or a stun grenade.
"You'll have to shoot them before they shoot me," He said plainly to Legolas as he readied a stun, in hopes that it'd be enough to cover the few seconds where he'd be fully exposed. "I'll take the left, and then pray you'll handle the rest." He took in a deep breath, holding it for second before tossing the grenade out, and readying himself to go.
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There was one clear advantage of not using a sniper scope, or really, any other scope but the iron sights. It made the weapon as effective in close quarters as it was in long distance.
Nothing could be done about the sounds the humans made as they moved, but the bright side was their enemies were humans just as well, their senses not so sensitive at all. They knew they were coming, though, so it was a bit moot, but not from where and that was important.
Four potential targets, five bullets in his magazine. More than enough. And with the extra ten in his pistol, they should be fine if he was fast enough. But this was neither time nor place to sass Buck about that remark, and instead he simply nodded, before looking away when the stun grenade was tossed inside. He waited only a second after, to turn back and get inside— no fancy combat rolls that took too long, nothing of the sort, a brisk walk with his rifle ready and picking the targets.
One, two— in a quick succession, and nothing. He did not turn to look behind him, to see how Buck was faring, but instead quickly ran up to check behind a stack of boxes. Third. One who managed to avoid the worst of the stun and hoped to surprise them. Which he did, and he almost took out Legolas's ear. A second shot, however, he was never meant to take.
"Right clear," he called out dully, feeling the icy cold chill give way to heat again. The man's poor shooting and his own quick reflexes were the only things that saved him.
Not even waiting for confirmation, Legolas moved to unstrap the defuser and get to work. His motions felt sluggish and awkward to him, though not so much for the onlookers. The strange thing, however, was the silence.
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When the shots finally stopped he sighed, dropping his rifle down to a side, and running a hand back through his hair as he surveyed the aftermath. Legolas had already gotten a start on the first bomb, and he took the time to breathe, relax for a moment, change mags and count the supplies he had left he had left. A deep breath in, and then he returned back to alert, rifle at the ready in case stragglers came in to try and stop them.
"I need a drink after this, once we've dropped the children off and left them the paperwork." It was his usual dry tone, with almost no inflection or waver that would indicate he'd just been through a firefight. The ceramic had stopped the bullet, but the impact would still leave a bruise as the ache spread through his ribs and down his chest. "One down, and then another to go. You trust a FNG to handle it, or shall I take the lead?"
The rookies provided ample backup, placing down a deployable riot shield and watching the hallways. He had little complaints, nothing that couldn't be fixed with a few weeks of training and a few operations under each of their belts. "They're doing well, somme toute. We may have to start thinking up appropriate nicknames at this rate."
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There was no mention of that whatsoever, Legolas knew, but he shot Buck an impish grin all the same.
Finally, the defusing finished, the bomb neutralised for the time being. After the premises have been secured by them, another team would come to take it apart once and for all, so it would not pose a threat anymore. That would be later, after they secured the second bomb and exfiled the hostages.
Standing again, Legolas brought out a tablet and found the blueprints of the building that have been shared with them in debriefing. He found the basement, and swiped his fingers on the screen so the entire floor fit on the small screen. "We are here," he pointed to one room, "The next room over is clear, else we would have heard them by now," with the other floors clear as well, that left it with one room that would be large enough to hold not only a bomb, but a bunch of people inside. "I think this is the place. It is large enough and it is defensible.
"There is no better test than a situation as sticky as this, and if you trust them, so do I. Let them show what they learned."
There was a bit of a selfish motivation behind it all, though. Legolas was not too keen on testing if his luck had already ran out for the night.
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When it came to letting the recruits show their mettle, he was more than okay with the idea. His own test had been a bank heist gone wrong, broadcast on live television in case the team's anxiety wasn't already high enough. A simple secondary defusal and HVT rescue was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing but Rainbow's bread and butter. "We'll leave it to them," he said after a moment, rolling his shoulders back to release the built up tension. "It's a team effort, and we can't carry them all the way." The team chuckled at his remark, enjoying the levity of the moment until Buck cut it short with a quick call to attention.
He made it clear that like Selection, he'd be watching to see how each recruit lead and how they functioned as a unit without direction from superiors. He and Legolas would be around in case of a true fuck up, but he made it perfectly clear that if either of them had to intervene, certain careers would be cut extremely short. As far as motivational speeches came, it was harsher than necessary, but far less coarse than anything the SEALs could have spat out. If Frost met the stereotype for polite Canadian, Buck only ruined it. The downside of being Quebecois, apparently.
"Good job back there." He muttered privately to Legolas when the recruits huddled to plan, watching them cautiously out of the corner of his eye. His sardonic quips, often about his skill or the teams, were often just throwaway remarks, given as a reminder that no one was infallible. "I suppose a drink is the cheapest way of saying thanks." He fell silent for a few minutes, waiting for the newly appointed Romeo-Actual told them to move.
"Tout est bien qui finit bien," he muttered as he acknowledged at the order to move, giving a hand signal back to let the recruits know they'd bring up the rear. Playing as back up was a rare occurrence, but he wasn't complaining.
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Little by little, Legolas relaxed into the familiar motions. Reload, get ready. They came out last, the rear, the back-up, making sure that no one would sneak up on them from behind. Legolas kept his ears open, for any door opening or for steps. Though he couldn't help shooting back in a murmur, with a smile — genuine this time, warmer — scarcely visible from beneath the shadow cast by his hood. "I knew you had my back, so I could focus on my own task," he always gave credit where it was due, and this was most certainly one of such cases.
Then, the rest was said over the comms, their private channel, as they separated a little farther apart. Certainly farther than murmuring would reach. "But you will not hear me denying you that show of gratitude, or truly, any other," — was it even five minutes that he managed to go without teasing? — "And I promise not to complain."
He looked towards the recruits, gestured that the back was clear and quiet, and watched just long enough to see the next orders from the lead.
The cries and yelling were inevitable, and shots were fired, but only two— Legolas stayed put where he was, with a view of both the corridors down here, and the staircase leading up into the main building. He heard steps too, just before the hell broke loose momentarily, above them and beside them. The terrorists had the time to prepare, and now they were trying to flank them. Legolas glanced to Buck and motioned for him to watch the stairs, while he took position at the corridor.
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The change in position didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the team, and they moved into place to guard the defuser and dragged the HVTs into a safer place, hidden behind reenforced walls. Not bad, he thought, silently approving of their efficiency. The team lead was still working on the bomb without distraction, and the rest made sure it stayed that way.
The seconds felt like an eternity as he waited for the terrorists to move first. No need to give any indication the team had caught on to their plan, and he kept his rifle at eye level, one eye in ACOG and the other open in case of telltale movement. He didn't expect them to open with a smoke grenade, hearing the tell-tale sound of two metallic clinks as it tumbled down the stairs and started to hiss, filling the corridor with an near instantaneous smoke. It didn't stop Buck from hearing the sound of heavy boots and commands being exchanged, and even through the smoke he took his shots, aiming for anything that resembled a standing silhouette. The correct targets became obvious as they began to fire back, muzzle flash tearing through the smoke to at least give them a good indication of where to aim. and he took his shots haphazardly, continuing to cover until the magazine hit empty.
He switched to his sidearm, waiting for opportune moments before firing, face drawn into a hard line as he waited for the return fire to stop, or the smoke to clear. The rookies had cleverly fallen back into the room the moment they lost clear vision, leaving only the two of them in a precarious position.
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However that one single shot was enough to draw some fire to him as well. Their targets realising that there was two of them lying in wait.
Silently, he ducked behind cover which put him right beside the dead body. Still warm, still bleeding profusely, and some of that blood got on his uniform, but Legolas paid it no mind. It was shitty cover, he realised as the smoke cleared and the firing stopped, especially against someone with even slightly higher vantage point than his own. There was nothing for it now but to make himself as small as possible and as close to the stack of crates as he only could.
A single, small attempt to glance over the cover earned him a few more shots fired his way. That just wouldn't do.
He glanced at the body, and it didn't take much thought to move its leg into full view— predictably, it did draw fire again, the men thinking it was his own. Legolas used that momentary distraction to peek from above the crates instead. He had not known their positions, but this one single second was all he needed to find his target, aim and shoot, before he ducked down again.
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The team provided adequate suppression, making their job that much easier, and he waited for was the signal that the bomb was defused so they could concentrate on one job, not two. His skeleton key was perfectly capable of taking out any straggler who got too close, but it was a risk he didn't want to take, especially considering he had no idea how the team would react. He peeked his head out, nearly lost an ear for his trouble, before ducking back and blind firing from a shoulder.
The shout that the bomb had finished defusing finally came through, and he nodded to himself, knowing that at the very least, they'd finished the bulk of their mission. The smoke had cleared by now, revealing that there were still two left, looking more concerned about about escaping with their lives than defending their dud of a bomb any further.
"Shall we let them go?" He asked grimly over comms, knowing that soon the stragglers would either start a tactical retreat, or attempt to take down the rest of their team in one explosive final stand. As impractical as it was to chase down runners, it was tactically expedient, if old hearted. Being blacker than black meant the Geneva Convention was of an afterthought, and not a strict policy on rules of engagement.
Still, he doubted this particular terrorist cell would have any success in any further recruiting or takeovers, not when 90% of their members were dead in one single attempt. The team had gotten the hostages gathered and hard formed a barrier around them, in case any stray bullets went flying their way. A clean mission, even if things had gone completely awry. A few final shots went their way, each shot receiving twenty in reponse. He told the team to wait, to hold their position until they knew what the response would be.
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The recruits proved themselves to be softhearted. Unsurprisingly, it was their first. One that did not go as smoothly as it truly should, but no one of the team or the hostages died, no one was even injured. As far as first operations went, this was an easy one. A walk in the park, as they said.
"The majority has spoken," he said, finally. "I am uneasy with this decision, but so be it."
His was not a jaded outlook, mind. Had any single one of them surrendered without a fight, they would see mercy. They hadn't, and retreat did not necessarily mean a change of heart on any matter.
"They linger still, right above us, and so it is a waiting game now and their fate is in their hands."
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"Don't be surprised when they ambush us during exfil, then." He said with a shrug, waiting for them to move. It seemed their opponent was doing the same, falling silent as they plotted and talked amongst themselves. He kept his eye out for any who were curious enough to poke out their heads, taking a shot whenever he had opportunity. Turns out, mercy didn't mean ignoring prudence.
A few shots continued to be exchanged, with neither side feeling like they had much worth dying for. The echoes from upstairs grew louder as they ran over them, and Buck waited at the ready, but they didn't stop, as the enemy chose to run, to maybe fight another day. He wasn't too concerned; their follow up mission would be almost guaranteed to be a terrorist hunt, to find and eliminate the rest of the threat.
They waited for retaliation, but even the stragglers on their floor seemed to up and vanish, covering their retreat with a tactically placed claymore to deter any following. Buck sighed, loosening his ACUs by a button and letting the built up tension leave him. "You sound rather upset." He said privately to Legolas as he counted up his remaining mags, in an attempt to suss out how the team felt.
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Nothing happened for a good several minutes, and before long Legolas couldn't hear anything anymore. Last it was steps heading away from their position, the whispered voices unfortunately too distorted by the distance and layers of concrete and wood that he couldn't make out the words. So they were in the dark about whether they retreated for good, or only to prepare an ambush outside.
"In a firefight mirth and amusement are easily spooked beasts, my dear friend. There is a hole in my hood, I have been sitting in a pool of blood for the past several minutes—," he responded simply to Buck's non-question. Two things that should speak for themselves. One, a near miss straight to his face — how lucky for him that it was one of the few who did not pick a shotgun as his weapon of choice —, the other a simple discomfort and an annoyance. "Not my own, that is."
He sighed and pushed himself up to stand, now that it was safe to do so. His clothing, grey in any normal circumstance, was now stained pitch black along the outer thigh and knee. Neither was the fabric thick enough, nor did he wear enough layers, to not allow the dampness to seep through and make it stick to his leg unpleasantly.
"And I do not fancy walking out into a welcoming committee out there," he said, no longer over the comms, approaching his teammates, "But there is absolutely no certainty."
A few of the recruits close enough took it as a chiding remark, though they did not grumble openly, their expressions soured. Whether it was one or not, it was difficult to tell. Legolas spoke softly, as he always did, with some dry humour laced through the words. He took in the sight of his teammates, Buck and the recruits, and the hostages as well, but could see no visible injuries, nor did anyone seem to be in pain. A good sign.
"I will scout the area, hunker down here in the meantime and await my signal." No more parents and kids, only a team.
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He didn't like the idea of Legolas going ahead alone, even if he knew what Legolas could handle himself. Still, there was no argument from him, just a short grunt of acknowledgement and nod, before turning to the rest of the team and telling them to get a move on. They didn't need a second warning. The team gathered and took the time to look after each other, doing quick armor checks and triage for the hostages.
Everyone looked liked they'd just gone through hell and back. They were all covered in a grimy layer of dirt and gunpowder, and there was a tear where a bullet had gone through the fabric and caught on the ceramic plate. Fortunately the hostages looked none the worse for wear. They shivered and cried, but the more empathetic of the team was already busy comforting them, telling them that they were safe and in good hands.
For Buck, 'hunkering down' was never easy. He preferred to be on the move: either in the action, or scouting it out. Still, he couldn't just ignore a request (technically a command) just because he wanted to, so instead he busied himself with a quick report back to base, giving them the quick summary on a mission completed and requesting exfil. When asked where, and if immediately, he paused, turning on comms to ask.
"We clear to leave this trash can?" Some phrases were just lost in translation. Valkyrie would have given him pure shit for it, and he would have sighed and explained how you couldn't call something just trash in French. Linguistic faux pas aside, it was a legitimate question.
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The street was as abandoned as before, if not even more so now with the darkness falling fully. Everything was quiet and empty, though Legolas still changed his positions a few times to get a good look from different angles. He had to be absolutely sure there was no ambush awaiting them.
"Most certainly! Take the stairs and the main entrance to exit," he let the strange wording slide for now, focusing on the business side of things. "Request exfil on red smoke, parking lot on north-east side."
Soon they would be out of here, and they would be able to relax properly. A nice shower, a change of clothes, drinks and the inevitable teasing. Perhaps, too, he should ask Buck to teach him that funny dialect of his. French itself had no secrets from him, Québécois on the other hand could be quite amusing at times and not always very clear to him.
Legolas waited only long enough to get a confirmation, before he attached the rappel and slid down to the lawn beneath. He jogged to the parking lot, cracking a flare as he went to toss it smack dab in the middle. It was large and it was empty, about the only place where it was possible for a chopper to land in the vicinity.
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Extraction was swift, the chinook landing in a matter of minutes once the pilot spotted the signal. Buck gave the pilot his usual cursory greeting, and nodded blandly when asked about how the mission had gone. All bodies were present and accounted for, with several picked up along the way. A job well done, evident by the smiling faces, even if Buck's was permanently locked in a gruff look.
He liked his job, enjoyed the action and being around like minded people, but the usual post celebratory parties were something he always tried to avoid. It took time for him to warm up to the team, and while he could stand drinking with some, he couldn't shake his standoffish attitude towards newer members. It was a rite of passage in the special operations community; newcomers had to earn their place. So far, the recruits had earned a spot on the team, but not his friendship.
He said little on the ride back, busying himself with rifle maintenance, and texting the rest of Rainbow back at home, sending dry quips to Frost and inquiring if the GIGN felt they could have done better. All he received in return was a rude snapchat, captioned N'importe quoi!. The words were kinder than the image he got back from the Americans who'd send a quick video of a middle finger, telling him they could have done it in half the time.
"Looks like it's just us drinking tonight," he said conversationally, leaning over to show Legolas the slew of messages he'd gotten from the rest of the team back at home. There were enough swears to make even a sailor blush, but none of it contained any real venom— insults were how the team congratulated each other, and kept their egos grounded. "Reports aren't due until tomorrow morning, plenty of hours to drink until we regret our decisions."
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At least until Buck spoke up and leaned closer. Without a hitch or pause, Legolas shifted his gaze to him and pulled himself back to the here and now. It was his face and his voice that got all the attention first, and Legolas just shrugged in response, the playfulness and teasing returning full force to his voice and bearing, "Am I supposed to complain about having your charming presence all to myself tonight? I could, but to make me lie is one of the greatest cruelties."
Finally, his gaze dropped to the phone and the messages from their teammates back at the base. Halfway through, though, he leaned back suddenly, unable to keep looking at the sheer ugliness of the swears. He laughed, though, rolling his eyes theatrically.
"I think I will have to start carrying soap around, to offer you all to wash your mouth," he shot back with a sideways look at Buck, smiling and shaking his head both. Eyebrow arched, he questioned further, "Assuming your message to them was no better than what you got in return." Though he knew perfectly well that Buck was capable of exactly the same — and none of it serious, none of it with hatred or dislike or true malice, in the case of all of them.
Still.
"I will need plenty of drinks to clear my mind of what I just read."
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imagining him crossdressing, Buck, really 8')
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fin!