#failed mission

[ace-apollo99]

What better to follow a silly\cute post... than with a sad\angst one?! :3

(kinda spoiler for my HC AU whenever I come to write it down :"3)

But yeah... not every rescue mission is going to be sucsessful :-:

And it's gonna be a hard pill to swallow (especially when you gave that creature a name and bounded with it x.x)

Hope you like this punch in the gut :3

[luitenantalbiemckinner]

Open rp!

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The bar bustles, men laughing loudly, and girls being flirted with all over, people talking and catching up over Martinis and beer.

Then there's Albie.

Albie sits at the bar, head dipped and a hand over his forehead, heavy sighs coming out as he sips his vodka cranberry, spinning the glass slowly while he sits alone.

Rushing head, he drops his head down and slouches, covering his glass with his palm as he lies his head down on his other arm. "Fuck..." he grumbles, eyes closing. The mission was gruelling, weeks with no contact to the outside world, not a clue where he or anyone else were, not even a single marker. Just stuck in this massive warehouse littered with enemies all through the building.

Albie gets up and puts a $10 bill under his cup, trying to drunkenly stumble out of the bar, huffing and tripping over his own feet with a flushed face. "Mfh-" he grunts, trying to wobble past the crowd.

In the focus of trying to walk while heavily drunk, he bumps -slams- into someone, grumbling out a rough sorry. "I- soz, mate." He mutters, leaning on them. "Y' wanna head back to base..?" He asks them, so drunk he thinks this random soldier is one of his teammates. He then adds on a random blabberer grunt "I'm wrecked.. Need Cap' to whack me over the back." He chuckles a little, looking up at this stranger.

[my-midlife-crisis]

This...

and this...

and this...

Meanwhile...

Iran denies ceasefire deal after Trump announces truce with Israel - The Tribune

Trump claimed that both nations had agreed to a phased truce following a 12-day escalation.

lies lies lies

[shadowreader07]

"I'm officially whelmed" By Dick Grayson aka robin aka nightwing aka the dictionary aka bird boy aka the eldest child aka Richard aka Bruce Wayne's ward aka no his son aka sneaky child aka hehehehehheheheh aka disappearing super child aka absolute god at getting hot magic chicks

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Once I set my mind to something I gotta see it through, that's why I spent so long looking for the mic. I don't even know why since I won't even talk. 😆

[autobot2001]

Day 7; Something Isn't Right

Teammate knows something is wron since Whumpee hadn't returned from their mission yet, but they didn't think they'd be saying goodbye to Whumpee.

Angstober; attacked Whumpober; radio silence, "can you hear me?" AI-lesstober; CPR OC-tober; with a pet Flufftober; porch swing Comfortober; aftermath

Whumpee volunteers to go on the mission. A simple recon mission. Whumpee was the best out of the team on these missions.

:: I'm close to the location. :: Whumpee tells teammates. :: Be careful. :: :: I'm always careful. ::

Whumpee walks a half mile in the woods before someone attacks them from behind.

"Something is wrong," Teammate A argues. "It's a recon mission. Any communication will blow their cover," Teammate B argues. "I don't think this mission should have taken ten hours," Teammate C argues, "you know Whumpee would let us know they're returning." Everyone agrees they must head to the location, hoping this doesn't become a rescue mission.

Whumpee feels their life fading away. They are too weak to move to see if they have their headset on to contact the team. Even if they could contact the team, the temporary base is three hours away. Whumpee knows they'll be dead, so it's pointless even if they could contact the team. "Whumpee?!" Whumpee hears a faint voice that fades.

"Call a medivac now!" Team leader orders. Teammate A hates they were right, as they watch Teammate B do CPR on Whumpee. They feel themselves being dragged away and then forced to the ground. "They're in shock," they hear, "watch them."

It's a blur from the time Teammate A passed out to being in the hospital. They don't remember if they were unconscious for hours or not. All they remember is seeing Whumpee seriously injured on the ground. The seam walks into their room, struggling to hide they have bad news. "What is it?" Teammate A asks. The teammates don't realize they're giving the bad news with their silence, "no, they can't be gone!" Teammate B hugs them as they cry. The only one who knew how much Teammate A loved Whumpee, but they were afraid to tell them.

Teammate A sits on the porch swing on the deck. Their cat lies on their lap. Teammate A can't believe it's been three days since Whumpee's funeral. They don't know how badly Whumpee was injured, and they don't want to know or what happened. How a simple mission ended like this. Teammate B insisted on staying with them for a while. Teammate B didn't think Teammate A would be this depressed already, hating they're telling the team leader that Teammate A doesn't eat much and has nightmares about that day. The team knows they'll need time but worry that this will become saying goodbye to another teammate. "It should have been me," Teammate A says as Teammate B sits beside them. "Don't say that." "They'd be alive if I went on the mission instead!" "And they'd be depressed knowing you're gone!" Teammate A doesn't know what to say. They hug Teammate B and cries.

[silverypurple-rosedlions]

Wen Junhui has gone offline.

All connections from him and The Purple Rose has been disconnected.

The Purple Rose has initiated new mission. Three members will be absent for long periods to fulfill mission until further notice.

New mission l o a d i n g . . .

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Wen Junhui

The Purple Rose Main Supplier and Top Spy

Number: 07017

Status: Disconnected

Reasoning: Failed mission - #849 Mafia Group Removal : Caught

Whereabouts: Presumed to have been moved from Mafia Base to desolate location

Mission: Retrieve captured member and remove Mafia Group

First group: Lee Seokmin, Jeon Wonwoo, and Kim Mingyu, accompanied by 10 other members of The Purple Rose.

Groups will be led by: Yoon Jeonghan and Lee Jihoon

Moderating: Xu Minghao and Hong Joshua Jisoo

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[goldenavenger02]

“You’ve got to calm down before I can fix you up, okay?” With Chase and Donald for the Drabble prompts? If that’s ok 😅 thank you 😊

Sorry this took so long! My sister has been sick all day and is finally on the mend.

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"Alright, Chase." Donald sighed once Bree was in her capsule, trying to sleep off the concussion she got on the failed mission. "Let's see the damage."

Once Donald had gotten her assessed and Adam had finished putting away their gear, there was one injury that still needed to be tended to, which was the dislocated shoulder that Chase was currently sporting. The teen was sitting at the main console, still in full mission mode.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" Chase asked quietly, not meeting Donald's eyes and choosing instead to look at his boots, trying to keep the tears of fear and anger at bay.

"Hey, eyes up here." Donald directed as he sat in front of Chase, meeting his brown eyes with the teary, hazel ones. "She's going to be fine. Yeah, super speeding with a concussion is a no, but give her a week or two and she'll be back to normal."

"I'm sorry. I gave her the signal too early. I should've paid more attention." Chase sniffled, wiping his eyes on his suit sleeve.

"Chase, you were trying to dismantle a bomb, and that part of the mission was a success." Donald explained. "Did I want my tropical facility to get blown up, no. Am I glad you three made it out of alive, absolutely. Buildings can be fixed, but you three are irreplaceable."

Chase nodded, unable to keep the tears of doubt and fear from rolling down his face and in return, looked back down at his boots.

"I'm gonna go grab a sling real quick. You’ve got to calm down before I can fix you up, okay?” Chase nodded, wiping his eyes against his sleeve again and took a shuddering breath.