Pmc Stories

Official book of the Tf Community Au: "Aftermath Performances"!!

On 1991, after the dissolution (or by personified speaking, death) of the Soviet Union , the national personifications... more specifically, former Soviet countries created a Private Military Company to fend aganist their invaders, especially the one who opposed them.

"Si vis pacem, para bellum." "If you want peace, prepare for war." A man awakens in Terra with an incomplete recollection of the story and years of fighting experience. After working as a PMC that was neither good nor evil, he is given another chance at life. This time, he wants nothing more than to live peacefully. But he knows, Terra is not a world that allows people to remain uninvolved. Its nations are brutal, its roads are dangerous, and even ordinary civilians can become victims of war, disease, and persecution. He knows that simply wishing for peace will not be enough. If he wants to survive and protect the life he hopes to build, he will have to prepare for war.

After the fall of New Helios, the BAC (Bureau of Anomaly Control) brought themselves a person, named Zero, who has a strong anomaly perception, and also nullified the Class VII anomaly at the same time. Seeing the potential of Zero, they decided to send her to an Antique shop, and worked there off time, while helping the BAC investigating the Class VII anomaly in New Helios. Unknowingly, they also brought in the anonymous trio with nearly zero records and zero identify. They showed as heavily armed squad, but instead of causing havoc, they came searching for the new business. Warning: Amateur vocabulary, be patient when reading this. Very edgy and stupid. Please, enjoy the nonsense in this story

Quick adviser. I do NOT own Escape from tarkov or Rainbow six siege, the only thing I own is the fan fiction and the OC. You're part of the BEAR's aka. Battle Encounter Assault Regiment. The BEAR has allegedly been created by the russian government to uncover any evidence of the illegal activities of the Terragroup Labs inside the russian territory. Also a quick note: I made this fanfiction because I was bored, so don't expect this book to be finished. BUT, since I really like the idea of this book I'll try to release chapters as soon as possible. And well, I'm kind of new to the story writing thing so I'll try my best! Any improvement ideas or criticism is welcome!

"Ronin," who was an ex convict before the Novian civil wars, gets another chance at life helping rebuild society inside one of the Southern Island's autonomous zones, working as a Prospector and Scout searching for supplies and new territory in the "no man's land" the southern island has become after civil unrest and economic collapse. While trying to change, his past life and involvement with gangs and drugs haunt him, but skills honed on the vicious unforgiven streets make him the perfect protector against the numerous gangs, cartels, and warlords who operate throughout the different sections of the island outside of the autonomous zones. Ronin and his partner uncover a plot of the Northern Island's elite going hunting on the South Island. Their target? Humans. Rumors of war mongering and pharmaceutical testing on civilians run rampant as a new drug gets released onto the streets called "Boom," that turns users into super human maniacs with a flood of adrenaline and a hallucinatory high, offset by a derranged craving for the drug. I'll try to upload atleast one part everyday. Follow me.

A normal day turns for the worse for the crew of the SWS Endeavor, which sends the Carrier into another world, to fight against the sirens....

Based off of the events of a gmod PMCRP I helped create, staff, and play on. The companies name is Northstar and I (he) was stationed with Valkyrie. will be updated as I feel like to

Following the aftermath of the fall of the fictional Norvinsk region in Russia, a lone man does what he must to survive in the hostile environment that is Tarkov and its surrounding areas. With no resemblance of law and order in sight, B.E.A.R and U.S.E.C at each other's throats, scavs, cultists, rogue PMCs and other militant factions fighting for power, can he make it out of Tarkov? Especially when he gains the attention of some questionable individuals. This is my first story on Wattpad, I'd appreciate reader feedback. (All art is credited to their respective owners)

The title says it all... but Umbreon is an unwanted member of the eevee colony who is deemed as untrustworthy, is forced to find a love already regretting this whole process it changes. Umbreon finds love in the clear eyes of Sylveon who the colony claims is "trusting, beautiful, supportive and a loyal member to the colony" Others are questioning Sylveon decision about her love will Umbreon's total perspective change because of Sylveon's kindness or will it be sabotaged I clearly don't own Pokémon;)

(Book 1 of the "A PMC Operator's Multiverse Adventure!" Book Series) Plot: Meet Garry "Thomas" Johnson, an elite member of the PMC (Private Military Company) and was living a pretty normal life for a PMC Operator (And by normal life, I mean being a part of an most powerful Private Military Company in the whole world). However, he was somehow transported into a very and unusual different Universe, and he is also on a different planet that is known as "Chopper-9". Not only that he's on a different Universe and Planet, he also has to deal with some unusual enemies that call themselves: Murder Drones, (or Disassembly Drones). He then meets a Female Worker Drone that goes by the name of Uzi Doorman, (Yes, that is her actual name) and this is just a start of his Unexpected Multiverse Adventure! Murder Drones is owned by Glitch Productions. Garry "Thomas" Johnson belongs to me since he is my own OC.

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3 years after the attack On DC, Colonel Dimitri Pheonix Slovak of Ghost Recon, is tired of holding it in. He has tracked down the men who planned the attack, and their assets. Slovak goes off the radar, solo, to find them, and kill them. Although, Slovak isn't normal. He is filled with rage and anger. He will kill any that stand in his way. Slovak isn't a phsycopath, but sometimes you just gotta act like one. Welcome to Slovak's War.

It's the year 2062. Griffin&Kryuger, a british-soviet PMC, fights a brutal war against AI-controlled Sangvis Ferri. In its ranks, human commanders lead the fight commanding Griffin's tactical dolls (or T-Dolls) against the Sangvis hordes while the army dealt with bigger threats than a robot army adamant on wiping all of humanity. As weird as it was, it's the thing that gave them a job, was the humble opinion of many of said dolls working for Griffin. Area S12. One of the major sectors under Griffin jurisdiction, and one of the few allowed to have two commanders at its head simultaneously. Everyone carries on with their missions, trying to survive the war in which they're involve with... but to some, their commanders may have something more than meets the eye. As many put it after the initial inspection once they arrived... "Those two commanders... they're a bit weird, true, but they also feel like rather nice people... so why is there something unsettling about them...?"

3D BIM boosts design clarity, coordination, and efficiency. Discover how PMC's architectural BIM services improve construction and long-term building management.

Set during Modern Warfare's timeline in a different country... After a terrorist attack occurs in downtown Kyoto by an infamous terrorist group, RONIN PMC is hired by the Emperor & the Prime Minister to neutralize the threats to prevent a national economic crisis...and to protect their people. Activision owns Call Of Duty

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