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| Second Red Revolution; A new storm begins... | |
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| Konosha | Oct 12 2007, 02:15 AM Post #51 |
The Maui Boy
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July 1 of 20XX Cape Dyer, 3:30 PM Retreat? We're Advancing In Another Direction! Tericho watched as the brilliant dogfights in the sky between the Federalist and Eleytherian forces made what seemed like deadly dogfights a harmless silhouette of drama arcing over the horizon. Tericho did not envy them though, the dogfights in the sky were becoming more and more a testiment to the pilots machine, not the pilot's skill. He thrived for the glory of battle when it was mearly one man against another, letting skill and discipline take the course of battle. Perichov interupted his train of thought. "Sir, we have something on thermals, looks like a large contingent of Socialist forces." "How large?" Tericho questioned, a bit aggrivated by Perichov's interuption. "Probably 450-525 enemy forces. Doesnt look like they have any armor or vehicles" Perichov said, extending a hand to pull Tericho up. "Looks like they are heading right for us." "Alright." Tericho grunted as he got to his feet. "Get the Eleytherian airforce on the horn, give them the coordinates of the Socialist's and tell him to light em' up when we say." "Right, granted it may be some time before they can help." Perichov reminded. "We'll be in for a fight, thats for sure." "Looks like it." Tericho sighed. "Oh well." Both men headed down stairs, neither was going to allow the small Konoshian force to be ambushed again, this time, they would be doing the ambushing. 10 Minutes later... "We have enough explosive's, so that once they pass through this intersection we'll blow a good part of their offense to microscopic dust." One of the soldiers said. "Good, good..." Perichov nodded. "So its been decided, we engage them here." It was the same intersection that they had assaulted the Socialists at first. The only difference was that they were now defending, literally with their backs to the wall. Their defense would mainly be centered in a long condo-complexe with a field to the rear, and destroyed rubble on either side to prevent flanking. The Shadow's would then flank the advances of the intersection, that would be turned into a fork after explosive's were detonated, with the Konoshian forces covering the one way road at the end of the fork, and with no reliable cover the advancing Socialist's would be caught in a killzone. The only catch was that their evac was twenty-five minutes away, and their enemy was less then five... Machine-gun emplacements had also been set up to support the flanks of the Shadow's as their enemy would most likely try to flank the Shadow's mini-gun's. It was a good plan on paper, now they just had to hope that it was good when executed... "We're ready sir." Perichov said. "I hope so---" Tericho was side-tracked by one of his men waving to him at the top of the condo. "What is?" He contiuned over the radio. "Looks like we got five-hundred infantry, they are trying to circle around us. But they wont be able to go very far, everything to their left and right is streets that would lead them away." The soldier reported. "Looks like they are moving towards us clumsily, but rapidly." "We have them boxed in?" Tericho said, more matter-of-factly then questioning. "Thats better then what we though! How much time do we have left before our birds get here to pick us up?" "A good 23 Minutes, sir." "Alright, tell the Eleytherian fly-boy's they can pound the living Christ out of those Socialist bastards!" Tericho ordered. "Hopefully we can show those Socialist's how Konoshian's can really fight." |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Oct 12 2007, 03:09 AM Post #52 |
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July 1 of 20XX Cape Dyer, 3:43 PM Fire from the Skies "This is Perichov of the Konoshan Armed Forces contacting Available Eleytherian Air Force. Socialists inbound to our location. Engage them at will. Out." "Roger, this is Pheonix Squadron WL. When you arrived in Eleytheria-Duo you undoubtedly were issued small cylindrical devices by our Government. They are a transmitter beacon that will display your friendly locations on our HUD. Activate them now so we can track friendly movements." The Konoshians looked at each other before quickly reaching into their backpacks, pulling out a small device exactly as the Pilot had described, cylindrical with a switch and a small light. Pushing upwards on the switch, like a flashlight, activated the small green light. They quickly stashed it back into their backpacks and readied themselves. "All right, I have a visual. Phoenix Squad, on my lead." On the ground, the Konoshians heard the roar of the FS-1's engines throttle up, then ... Silence. For a few seconds all was completely still, silent, then suddenly eight fighters fully laden with weapons squalled over their heads, so low that the very markings on their missiles could be seen, clear down to the manufacturers insignia. The sound of 30mm cannon fire soon ensued, screams and shouts soon grasped the thunder filled air. Socialists rushed the streets all around the Konoshians, but the Eleytherian pilots were quick to take notice, Tericho noticed a stream of white plumes shoot across the sky and explode in rapid succession into the Socialist lines. Another fired a volley of rounds before slamming on his air brakes, exposing his turbofans to the ground only a few dozen feet below before slamming his afterburners on in a deafening *BOOM*, igniting the clothing of the Reds and setting their skin ablaze. With the air brakes released, the aircraft rocketed back into the sky. The Socialist Sergeant had finally had enough, he radioed for artillery. "BOMB THESE BASTARDS!" he shouted, "Coordinates 022 by 194. Fire for effect!" Just as the man was turning to reface the Konoshians several hundred meters ahead of him, an Eleytherian plane with the Serial Number "PHNX-1" dropped a horrific payload... The last thing he bore witness to with his human eyes were two cluster bombs exploding in his face. Shockwaves pounded into both Socialist and Konoshian positions from the Cluster bombs, showering the entire city block with hundreds of thousands of flaming sparks and chunks of debris. Moments later, like a banshee from hell, the wails of incoming artillery shells could be heard... OOC: Take it away, Kono. |
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| Konosha | Oct 12 2007, 04:45 AM Post #53 |
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The Maui Boy
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The sound of falling Eleytherian bomb's was soon replaced by the concussion of incomming Artillery. His eyes went wide, he knew they had planned for Artillery, but they weren't ready for it. He ran inside the concrete Condo-Complexe, it was his and his soldier's only hope of survival. "Get into the Condominium!" Tericho tried to shout over the blast's of Artillery. He knew it was directly on their position, but if he stayed out there, and the Socialist's saw him out there, they would bring it down right between his eyes. "First Sergeant, are you in the Condo?" "I will be momentarily, sir." Perichov panted. Tericho knew the Shadow's would be fine, they were built to withstand Artillery attacks, hence their design, the two machinegun positions would probably be okay, since they were under atiquit cover, and the Condo would be absolutly fine since it was a few layers of concrete. Just as Tericho hopped in through the front door's, he saw Perichov and his accompanying soldier's run through right behind him. "The bomb's set up First Sergeant?" "Yes, sir. Any remaining Socialist's are gonna have a tough time getting at us." Perichov replied. "Good, when's the Pelican's gonna get here?" "Fifteen minutes." Fifteen minutes would be all they needed to finish up these remaining lot, Tericho thought to himself jokingly. The Artillery bombardment lifted soon after they got inside. It was quiet, only for a short moment but still quiet. The Shadow's were fine, no damage, the machinegun positions were also unharmed, and the Condo-Complexe had recieved minimal damage. Now the only thing left to do was wait, wait for the enemy. "Sir..." A voice on the radio whispered. "I see a column of enemy tango's. About sixteen." "Shit, really?" Tericho said astonished. "They sure didn't wait, alright, once they trip the bomb's, open fire on the remaining forces." "Roger." Tericho, exited the Condo again, and took cover behind a small, half scorched car, to see the awaiting ambush. Just as his soldier said, a column of enemy soldier of nearly sixteen was advancing, not for long however, for in only a few short second's each would be reduced to nothing more then a hamburger patty... Boom The soldier that said they would be blasted into microscopic dust wasn't kiding, it reduced the entire street and surronding building's into a mountain of unclimbable rubble. Undoubtably the Socialist's soldier's caught in the explosion were killed instantly, a quick painless death... Soon Tericho heard the whine of one of the Shadow's mini-gun's begin to spin. He looked over to see a unending stream of red traser's tear apart another advancing column of Socialist soldiers. The Socialist's seemed to be caught by surprise, they had intended to quickly move in and clean up the Konoshian soldier's, but it seemed that the Socialists were looking down the barrel of the Konoshian gun. Machinegun fire from the Bianchi's suggested that the Socialist's were already trying to flank the Shadow's, unsuccessfully. Their attempt's at silencing the Shadow's was met with fierce resistance, mainly in the form of explosive tipped bullet's that ripped limb's away from their bodies with a single punch. Soon the wave's of enemies ceased, not a single moan, groan, and word was uttered by the pile of bodies that had stacked up in the middle and left side of the road. Steam rose from the heated barrel of the minigun, the gunner used this time to quickly replace the depleted box of ammunition. "Charlie 3, do you read me?" Tericho asked over the radio. "I read ya'." The pilot's voice said, slightly scrambled. "We're just about ten minutes out, why whats that matter?" "Just get here, we have a good 350 some odd Socialist's on our ass and we need evac." "Awww, damnit! Okay, we'll hit the after burner's just make sure to jump into the Pelican once we land." "Dont have to tell me twice." An RPG rocket cut Tericho's conversation short. It landed next to the Right Shadow, the gunner quickly retaliated and fired off a stream of lead at the Socialist, completely making his body disappear. That was the last of the enemy soldier's, they attacked in mass this time. What seemed like a life-time, occured in a second, every Konoshian soldier who held a weapon fired it. Whether it be a burst from a Battle Rifle, volley from a Machinegun, or fire from a Voss they all let the Socialist's have it. The first ones to get hit was the Shadow on the Left, an RPG managed to punch through all four layers of armor, killing the two inside, and seroiusly wounding the minigunner. "No!" Tericho shouted, as he ran over to the Shadow pulling the turret gunner out. He was lucky, his Kevlar padded boot's protected his legs from the blast, if he had been wearing different boots, his legs would surely be gone. The machinegun emplacement covering Tericho and the turretgunner, which was under heavy fire, quickly began to change position. Tericho dragged the wounded soldier into the Condo, which was now filled with paper's freshly hit by a Socialist RPG, up into the second story. Perichov was precisely shooting at enemy soldier's when Tericho dragged the wounded soldier to his side. "Shadow got hit." Tericho said. "Saw." Perichov said, concentrating on his shooting. The Machinegun team that had been supporting the Shadow quickly set up another position next to Perichov on the second story, opening fire as soon as they were ready to go. It was also becoming plainly obvoius to Tericho how out numbered they were as another RPG exploded in the front of the second Shadow. The Shadow backed up quickly to avoid another rocket, but failed as a second RPG slammed into the front bumper. "Not another!" Tericho said worried. The two soldier's inside of the Shadow quickly hopped out and covered the turretgunner as he removed himself from the minigun. They quickly ducked away from the Shadow as a Third rocket blasted it back and set it ablaze upside-down. The three soldier's quickly ran into the Condo. The Machinegun emplacement supporting the Shadow had already began to fallback when the first rocket hit. "Cover them!" Tericho ordered the LMG next to Perichov. The roar from the Bianchi quickly turned to the right, laying a lethal dose of metal down toward's the opposing Socialist's trying to gun down the retreating Konoshian Machinegunners. A White mist from the back of the assistant Machinegunner indicated that he had been hit, he rolled onto his stomach but quickly got back up and followed his machinegunner back into the Condo. "Damn, lucky it didnt go through the Kevlar!" Tericho sighed in relief. "Our evac sir?" Perichov reminded Tericho in the heat of battle. "Oh!" Tericho said clumsily. "Charlie 3, where are you?" "Closing in Liuetenant, looks like you Army boy's have quite the battle going on." The Pelican pilot said. "Hold on, I see a green field to your backside, Im gonna try to land it there." "Okay, but be careful. Might have some Socialist's going around our backside." "Roger that." The roar of the Pellican jet's quickly made their presence, as the two Pellican's hovered their way around to the backside of the Condo-complexe. "Alright, MOVE!" Tericho shouted over the radio. Each of the soldier's didn't need to be told, they were already prepared to run when they heard the Pellican's presence. The Konoshian soldier's quickly charged out the back side and jumpped into the Pellican's and awaited to be taken home. "Is that everyone?" Charlie 3 asked. "Yeah, now go!" "Rig--" A burst of PKM first hit the cockpit glass, but did not go through. "You son-of-a..." 30mm autocannon's, attatched to the front nose of the Pellican, opened fire on the PKM machinegunner. "Got ya, bitch!" The pilot confidently said, as he closed to back crew door bay and fired the afterburner's, propelling the Pellican out of the combat zone. Coral Harbour, 3:50 PM "It has become evident, General that the Nisi Baffin province is being over-run by Socialist forces. I beleive we should remove our ground forces from the South part of the island, and move them North to a more Federalist controlled area." Colonel Retinrr spoke. "I see, Colonel." General Zaroff said over the Video communicator. "We will of course contiune aerial operations." "Indeed, though I dont see the point." Retinrr said objectively. "The FS-1 is just so advanced, even our SF-29 isnt up to par with the Federalist airforce, and is just bearly competent to engage the Socialist pilots. Not that it matter's, the Federalist airforce and ground Anti-Air equipment is very sophisiticated so I wouldnt worry about sending more fighters to control the skies." "Alright Colonel. We're sending over the new A8A3 Tiger too, its a vast upgrade to the A2." "An upgrade. Why, the tank is a beast anyways, why an upgrade?" "We decided that being a beast wasn't good enough, it had to be a Bear." "The Konosk bear?" Retinrr laughed. "Now the Sociaist's really dont stand a chance on the ground." |
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| Menhad | Oct 13 2007, 12:49 AM Post #54 |
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OOC: I guess I have the okay from ED... IC: A large Menhadien plane touched down in Nanisivik with a shreak of rubber on cement and quickly taxied off the runway to leave room for the rest to land. Three weeks earlier, a plane landed in Nanisivik, containing engineers who rushed off the plane and quickly drove to the nearest empty field and began setting up shelters and buildings. But now tanks started to roll off the newest bunch of planes, the Type II elephant with its two cannons and thick armor, 1,000 of the heavy tanks were deployed. Behind the tanks came the Infantry, 2,000 Raiders, 3,000 battle hardened infantry and the 200 beserkers. 1,500 artillery units were delivered the week before. Brian Anderson stood on the side of the runway with a smile on his normally emontionless face, and watched the blackhawks unload from the planes. Edward McCandles quitely walked up and watched the choppers along with Brian Anderson. The two where going back to war. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Oct 15 2007, 01:22 AM Post #55 |
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OOC: Yes you have permission. I was going to RP a response yesterday but got my hands tied. Do you mind sending me a PM of all the equipment your sending so I can update the Battle Report? Sending me an image to use for your Battle Insignia would be nice, too. Other than that, have fun RP'ing. ^_^ IC: July 4, 20XX; 2:17 AM Off the East coast of Baffin Island, Love Letters I Instruments hummed, and the lighting was low. A few days had passed since battles had taken place in and around Cape Dyer, but the situation was growing very serious for the Socialists at an alarming pace. The Konoshian Government was sending more forces in to combat their movements, the Menhadiens were preparing forces of their own for war, it seemed as if their slow advances would be completely halted, or worse ... The Federal Forces were now fully mobilized, and the latest intelligence indicated that a one and a half million strong army was marching straight for them, with hundreds of armored vehicles to boot. This force threatened to drive the Socialist forces back into the ocean. If there was any chance for victory now, they needed to rush reinforcements in as quickly as possible, and use their Chemical Weapons liberally. The Eleytherian Air Force was not helping matters, either. The Federalist pilots were shooting down Socialist planes four to one, despite the fact that they were both relying on the same aircraft and the same weapons. Something had to be done about the situation -- now. Red General Alexander Voronov, supreme commander of Socialist Forces within the region at this time, ordered another massive invasion along the Baffin Coast. This time, at night. When in uniform, these men that call themselves Socialists seemed less than Human, evil beasts that cared for nothing. But when given time to express their emotions and feelings, they were just as moral as anyone else. Peasants and Emperors, Presidents and Factory Workers. Voronov and his men were no exception. After the orders of the night were given, he walked back to his quarters. Thought racing through his mind; "Why do we even fight this war? What is in it for us? We are already a Nation of our own, what does Eleytheria-Duo have to do with anything? Is Andrey Mad? Is Catherine Mad? How the hell should I know..." Closing the door behind him, he shook his head. So much thought, and this war had just begun. Nobody had ever questioned his loyalty, yet he was questioning his own. He had a family, children, just like many of those under his command did. None of them could afford to loose this war. He knew the same was true for the Federalists, who were undoubtedly thinking the same thing. Grabbing pen and paper, he sat down to write a letter to his Wife. He knew that the Cargo Fleet that accompanied them would be heading back to Socialist Eleytheria within the week, mail would be included. "Dear Anna, I write to let you know that I am safe and doing well. The glaciers on Baffin Island and Greenland are a beautiful sight, I wish you could see them, and I wish I could be here under better circumstances. Eleytheria-Duo is such a beautiful country, albeit a cold one. Instead of sand and dirt, there is vast and open plains of grasslands and snow. Instead of dry, rocky mountains there are towering monoliths covered in moss and winter ivy. The fishing is great, too. So far things look great, but feel terrible. I am hoping the freak June-July storms lift and warmer weather thaw out the thick ice that now covers much of Eleytheria-Duo. When Portryn told me that weather could get worse, I could scarce believe it, but evidently, if it were not for a shift in the direction of the continual storm cells that had been passing overhead, this whole part of the ocean would have been covered in thick ice, making sea passage next to impossible. From what he said, it is the reason why the Federal Government hires private Ice Breakers during the winter to plow sea roads along the Hudson Strait and Foxe Basin, to keep shipping channels open for trade. Perhaps one day, you could come to these lands once we can call it our home. A united Eleytheria. For now, all I can do is take what photographs I can to send back to you and the children. It is an amazing place, more wonders than Australia could ever give us or our children. Maybe we will have a home, a home in Kugaaruk -- But until the day comes when the Red Banner flies over Republic Headquarters, we must keep pushing for that glorious day when Socialism will triumph over Barbarism. Kiss the children for me, my dear. Love, Alexander." ____________________________________________________________ July 4, 20XX; 2:32 AM East coast of Baffin Island, Red Lightning Cold gusts blew across Davis Strait, the temperatures were a staggering thirty below, and ice slush floated upon the North Atlantic. Another landing force, 200,000 strong, moved to mount a massive invasion across the Cumberland Peninsula, and to assist their comrades in the Siege of Cape Dyer, which simply refused to fall to the righteous warriors of freedom. The warriors of Socialism. Many of the young fighters were worried at the thought of being severely outnumbered by the Federalist Army. They knew all too well that their adversaries were more than a match, and being driven back into the sea now would spell disaster for the entire invasion. With the minutes ticking by, the coast drew closer, in view for all to see. With the Federalists retreating from the coast to rally with their Million man army, landing would be the easy part, advancing would be a whole new story altogether... It was very clear that both sides had only one desire; The total annihilation of their adversaries... Gliding gently across the strait, each landing craft gently kissed the shores without harassment from Federalist Forces. Another Socialist Landing Party had successfully touched down, seemingly undetected from the "Kugaans" as the Federalists were being nicknamed by their Socialist Counterparts. Finally on solid ground, they would have to make up for lost time and reinforce the siege of Cape Dyer, as well as fan out across Cumberland to secure as much land as possible to slow down any hostile armies threatening to overrun their positions. ____________________________________________________________ July 4, 20XX; 2:48 AM East coast of Baffin Island, 100,000 Feet Flying slow and high, Stanley Hagner was at it again. After his first close call with a Socialist pilot and six confirmed kills in two air-to-air battles, he was officially a Flying Ace. Despite the fact that he was still flying recon across the country, he was more than content with his role. To serve his country was one of the greatest honors he had ever been given, and he had survived events that few others would have, even the Phoenix Squadron had their eye on him. Regardless of who took interest, he only cared about his country and its people, and he would die for any of them. "Command, this is Shikra Two, I am reading massive heat signatures on the ground all along the Cumberland coast, there are also heat signatures from large landing craft visible on my screen. This is undoubtedly another hostile incursion, out." "Roger, Shikra Two. Figures are?" "Uhh, unknown. I'd estimate 150,000 or more infantry, some ground vehicles and several hundred landing craft, big and small." "Copy that, Shikra Two. Return to base for debriefing." "Roger that." ____________________________________________________________ July 4, 20XX; 4:04 AM Cape Dyer, A Red Flag Electricity was out all over the City, Federalist troops simply couldn't use their long-range radios or cell phones to contact friendly forces. The Socialists had shut down relay and communication towers to prevent them from calling for help. This lingered on the mind of Colonel Adropok, who knew any minute could be their last moments on Earth. Completely surrounded by Andrey's bloodthirsty soldiers, it was very unlikely that they were to make it out of this alive. He seriously considered surrender, but knew all too well that it would simply mean death for both him and his men. If it came down to failure, there was no plan but to scatter across the city and hope their guerilla training would pay off in scoring hits against the bastards. A map laid out before him of Cape Dyer was grim, areas highlighted in red were confirmed to be under socialist control; It was the entire map excluding the city core, and he still had no idea that another 200,000 hostile soldiers only recently landed across the entire peninsula, 50,000 out of those were marching straight for him to finish the siege and capture the city. He wouldn't remain ignorant to their presence for long. Dawn was approaching, and it would be about this time that the Reds would attempt another push into the heart of Cape Dyer... The hiss of incoming artillery confirmed his worst nightmares were coming true, they were attacking -- now. Thuds echoed across the city streets, continual volleys of coastal shells continued to rain down upon federal positions. The colonel, as well as his men, made all haste to make their final stand, the city would either remain free or fall. They already knew the answer to that question, but they would make the traitorous dogs bleed before meeting their untimely fates. The howling bombardment went silent, and a new sound could be heard ... Rushing footsteps. "Here they come!" a Corporal shouted, "There they are..." the Colonel said in a low voice. An explosion of gunfire thundered, pops and fizzes splotched around the head and feet of the soldiers who fought courageously to hold on to their dear homes, lands and lives. One such soldier fed a belt of fresh ammunition into his M240 Machine-gun, he was not going to die without taking at least one commie down with him. "Take this you MOTHER fuckers!" he shouted raising up against a window and clinching his weapon tight, sighting down the barrel he had several soldiers in his crosshairs, he fired... Bullets tore through their bodies as he swung his firearm to the left and to the right to mop up anyone foolish enough to charge into the open. Suddenly, a flash from a window across the street put an end to his gunfire, he fell backwards before slamming into the floor, his eyes rolled back in his head as blood trickled down his forehead. Another victim of a hellish war brought to their home soil, a war they never asked for... "Dammit!" Adropok shouted, the sight of his comrades dying around him was pissing him off, he lifted himself off of the ground, sprinting across the rubble-filled streets. Pops, crackles and puffs of dust danced around his feet and around abandoned cars he rushed passed, he was clearly under fire, but not a single round struck him. In a new position to fire his weapon, he had a good vantage point of the streets, and concealed by shadows and rubble. He braced his AK-107 to his shoulder and sighted, his first victim drifting into his muzzle, he pulled the trigger, sending a stream of armor piercing bullets howling into the Communists body, one by one he dropped the fools as they tried to rush Federalist positions to what seemed like no avail. Eventually, however, their numbers were just too great... The South lines had utterly collapsed, the retreating soldiers were mercilessly gunned down by the advancing army. The end was truly nigh, and the Colonel knew it, he radioed all of his forces; "Men, soldiers, this is it... We've lost, those of you whom wish to fight to the end, join me in the Mayors Office. Those of you who believe your skills are better served fighting from the shadows, flee while there is still time. I am sorry my brothers, it is over..." He rushed up the steps of the large Government building, covering those who decided to join him in their last stand. When all were inside, he closed what was left of the hole-riddled door and barricaded themselves in. Gunfire ceased for several minutes as the socialists completely surrounded the complex. "Come out! Those who surrender peacefully will be spared. Those who fight ... Die!" a Socialist Lieutenant said. The Colonel looked at his men who were returning the blank stare, they all knew that they were dead either way. His men awaited him to taunt the Red. And he did so; "Then come and get us! We're ready for you, you bastards!" he shouted in defiance. Socialist soldiers were in disbelief, why did they simply not surrender? The battle was over, the Reds had won. Socialist Lieutenant Viktor merely shook his head. "Kill them. All of them." Once more, gunfire filled the cold dawn air. Federalist soldiers rushed to the windows to retaliate against their assailants, many being shot down where they stood. Adropok jumped to the rear window and emptied out his AK-107, after realizing he was out of ammunition, he pulled out his trusty sidearm and began going to work. It was just as good as his rifle, and its heavy, powerful bullets were even more deadly at the range they were firing at. He spent several magazines quickly, already killing over 20 socialists in total, just in the barricaded building alone. The last soldier under his command informed him that he had used his last magazine when a snipers bullet tore through his head, leaving a stream of blood spurting out either direction as his lifeless body plumped to the floor. The Colonel stood in shock as he too realized his ammunition was exhausted. Pulling out his combat knife, he rushed behind the door and awaited someone stupid enough to charge in. His first victim barged through the front door, Adropok grabbed him and slammed him into the wall, sinking his blade into his heart. The look on the Socialists face was that of fear and agony, he moaned before collapsing. Jerking the knife from the dead mans body, he stabbed the abdomen of the next soldier to charge in before slashing his throat, leaving him vomiting blood on the floor. However, the next to rush through the door was not as young or inexperienced as the other two, he grabbed the Colonels arm and jerked it violently upwards, breaking his arm at the elbow. He dropped his knife and yelled in pain. In a quick move, a knee met his groin before an uppercut by the invader slammed a fist into his throat. Adropok immediately fell backwards breathless, choking and coughing, he was now helpless before his stone hearted foe. The communist man drew his sidearm, spit in the face of the Colonel, and put a bullet between his eyes. The last stand was ferocious, but heroism was no match for sheer overwhelming numbers. The soldiers who survived the siege fled for whatever cover they could find, those unfortunate enough to be captured were immediately executed. As light arose over the city, a Red Flag bearing the Hammer & Sickle slowly began to rise over the highest point in the City ... Cape Dyer, had fallen... ____________________________________________________________ July 4, 20XX; 8:02 AM Coral Harbor, Sniper Situation Catherine was no strategist, she was a politician. Regardless, she felt it her moral duty to ensure that those serving under her administration were well prepared for whatever was thrown at them. She was going from one Federal controlled city to the next, ensuring that both Governor and Generals had what they needed to keep the City safe from Andrey's forces. Today, the Governor of Coral Harbor was to give a speech at the City Square, and invited the President to speak. She agreed. The Security was tight, and the Presidential Shadow Guard was everywhere. They were needed as thousands of people came to the meeting, even the Konoshian troops stationed there came to behold the spectacle. The Governor was the first to take the podium. "Thank you for being here, and I especially thank you for not emigrating through this hideous weather we've been having," the crowd chuckled, "I have called this meeting today, to discuss emergency evacuation plans should the Socialist scourge threaten the City. I know some of you do not wish to move, but we have received word today that Cape Dyer has fallen to the Reds. Unfortunately, 200,000 people are still trapped inside. I would not want the same thing to happen to you. I've been your Governor for five years, I've been reelected twice. I swore to look after the well being of the City and those who call it home, and I vow to uphold my oath." As the Governor continued, a man, certainly not here to listen in, took an overwatch position on a rooftop several blocks away, he looked behind him to see the sun right where he wanted it to be. On his back was an M40 Sniper Rifle. Unfolding the Tripod and bracing himself against the railing, he took sight at the Governor, watching him through the crosshairs. He waited patiently... "... but I do not have all the information regarding that. To clarify any questions you may have, I bring you someone more qualified to do so. Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to Madam President Catherine Nerdinskaya." The crowd applauded as a tall blond woman walked up the podium to where the Governor was standing. The would-be assassin was quick to zero in on her position. He lined up the crosshairs with her head, but he was nervous and shaky, breathing hard. Instead he moved the crosshairs to her chest, and pulled the trigger... "Thank you Governor, as Greg was sa---Aghhh!" A mist of blood splattered from Catherine's chest, she went down holding her side with the look of agony on her face as the Presidential shadow guard immediately converged on her position in an instant. Everybody was in shock, instead of running from the scene, the people instead began splitting up across the city in search parties to look for the culprit, despite pleas from Authorities to return to their homes. The thought of a traitor shooting their President during wartime was unthinkable to many. But the culprit had already fled the rooftop and was making his exit from the city. Up on the deck of the podium, paramedics rushed in to attend to the wounded President. When the Shadow Guard cleared just enough to let the Paramedics in, they were greeted by a profusely bleeding woman who's chest was soaked in blood, a pool gathering around her and seeping between the wood planks. Catherine gagged and gasped for air. "Aww Christ," one of the EMS Staff said, "We need to get her to a hospital immediately." Put on a stretcher and whisked down the stairs to a nearby helicopter, the Shadow Guard still surrounded the stretcher, attempting to prevent any more moves to assassinate the President... ____________________________________________________________ July 4, 20XX; 8:33 AM Kugaaruk City, Kevin takes power Vice-president Kevin Lowas was managing the day-to-day operations of the Capitol during her absence, just as he sat down to take a break, his phone rang. "God dammit..." he said to himself. "Hello?" "Mr. Vice-president, Catherine Nerdinskaya has been injured." "What?! When?!" "Moments ago, she has been taken to the Hospital in Coral Harbor." "Christ... Is she all right?" "We don't know yet, but as Vice-president you will have to exercise powers of the Presidency until she can recover." "My God ... For the love of God, keep me informed. I have a call to make." "Understood, Sir." Kevin hung up and went into deep thought. Every cruel emotion a human could feel crossed his mind. Rage, Hate, Anger, Destruction, Malice ... He wanted the Socialists asses on a silver platter. But first he had to inform the Kasnyians that there would be no aid coming to them. Not with the threat that Eleytheria was facing. He leaped from his chair and found his way to the Communications Room of Republic Headquarters. "I need a transmission sent to the Empire of Kasnyia immediately." "Yes, Sir." his aide replied. --- Top Secret Transmission --- To: Authorities of the Empire of Kasnyia From: Kevin Lowas, Federal Republic of Eleytheria-Duo "I come bearing grave news. Our agreement to send troops in the aid of defeating the threat of Gassel's armies cannot be met. Andrey's forces grow stronger by the hour, Cape Dyer has fallen to the Reds, and more soldiers are en-route to the country as we speak. We need all we have to combat our own enemies here. More disturbing still, our President, Catherine Nerdinskaya, has been severely injured by an Assassination attempt during a security speech in Coral Harbor. As the Vice-president, I will be responsible for overseeing the Nations defenses and policies until the return of our leader. We apologize for our ignorance. All we can do is wish you luck. We'll both need it." ____________________________________________________________ July 4, 20XX; 1:20 PM Cumberland Peninsula, Baffin Island The Battlefield Awaits Socialist Forces were invigorated by their Victory over Federalists in Cape Dyer, and were swiftly moving inland, covering large spans of land at an alarming rate. Little did they know that the Federalists too were gaining incredible ground, inevitable to smash into one another in a bloody fury. Patrick Edarmi, Shadow Guard of the Eleytherian Federal Army, lead the largest invasion force into Socialist Controlled Territory. 150,000 strong, with 300 ground vehicles and over 400 aircraft on standby, the first Federal Offensive was about to begin. The Socialists too, were making their advance, albeit severely outnumbered in total, the two sides marched in groups rather than one large attack force. A socialist force 200,000 strong was marching straight for Edarmi's Army. As the two sides covered substantial ground, it would only be a matter of moments before the two sides met face to face in a massive meeting engagement. Each with armored vehicles, each with air support, each with massive numbers of foot soldiers. The two titans were about to clash for their kingdom... Edarmi walked with his troops, the wind was strong and cold, but it stopped neither him nor his forces from advancing, this was their home ... Not the socialists, and the invaders would die like the fools that they were, for this was his home, and the home of his people, it belonged to no one else. And he would see to it through victory or death... The ground began to shake violently, and soon the two sides emerged on opposite ends of a great flat valley, a black line of vehicles and infantry dotted the entire horizon from either perspective. Over 350,000 soldiers on either side stood on what would soon become a blood soaked battlefield in a matter of moments, the meeting engagement took both sides by surprise, and for a moment, they merely gazed at one another off in the distance. The sight terrified the younger soldiers, but the older soldiers merely smiled with battle fervered joy... The socialists were the first to open fire, large plumes of smoke and flashes of light filled the horizon, explosions began ripping around the Federalists in a furious storm of iron and steel. Edarmi gave the order to attack, with the heavier, slower vehicles pushing headlong into the fight while the faster, more mobile vehicles flanked to the sides. They moved as soon as the orders came through, moving across the plains straight into their foes line of fire, heavy armor exchanged fire, viciously pounding one another into the snow, deafening clangs and clashes smashed into the hulls of vehicles, shells exploding and deflecting off of armor. Edarmi surveyed the situation when he seen the Socialist Infantry rushing forward at full charge. He grabbed his radio; "Unleash the Artillery and MRL Fire at the center of mass! Concentrate more fire to the North side of their lines rather than the South." Just then, the turrets of the mobile artillery behind him aimed their barrels skyward, massive fireballs shot from their muzzles as they each took turns firing and loading. Only seconds later, several BM-21 Grad's began blasting salvo after salvo of missiles into the air, filling the skies with smoke and fire. Massive arms of dirt and soil were blasted into the sky on either side of the battlefield, missiles and artillery shells hurling several tons of soil through the air, raining it down upon the unsuspecting foot soldiers. The South line of the Socialists were drawing dangerously close to Eleytherian Positions, Edarmi decided not to let them draw one foot closer. "Bring in Phoenix Squadron! Have them provide close-in air support on the South edge of the Socialist Lines. Pulverize the bastards." "Yes, Sir!" "Is that all you've got Andrey...?" Patrick said in a low voice, surprised by the sheer stupidity of the advancing -- and loosing -- Socialist forces. Phoenix Squadron ... Their arrival in this battle would be enough to turn the tides right there, the most elite aviators in the skies, the Socialists were about to wish they had never set foot on Federal soil. Only minutes later, the skies roared to life in a terrifying thunder, torrential showers of cannon fire and bombs from the skies ravaged through the Socialist lines, the screams of men suffering and dying could be heard over five miles away, even over the explosions. Death and suffering had gripped this once peaceful countryside, and it was far from over. A fleet of MI-28 Havocs soared over the Soldiers and Edarmi's head, opening up with barrages of rockets and anti-tank missiles upon the now terrified Socialists, they were being cut down by the droves, and it seemed far from over. To Edarmi's surprise, several Konoshian Pelicans were circling the site of the conflict, but were clearly surveying the situation, as they were neither firing nor landing. As he was observing the skies above, the whine of a tanks engine wide open screamed to his right, glancing over, a Socialist tank platoon had managed to somehow go undetected to their South, and were sweeping across the front lines of his army, cutting down soldiers with their Coax machine-guns and HEAT Rounds. "Take that Son of a Bitch out!" he shouted through his radio. Men took no time to respond to his call; Nine RPG-29 rockets slammed into the tanks, the hatches opened, but all that emerged was fire and smoke. Socialist Infantry were now beginning to route. "Call back our armored divisions, bring in the Tupolevs. Lets finish it," Patrick said with a grin. Five minutes later, just as the Eleytherian Tanks were returning to formation and the Socialists were barely in view, three massive Blackjack aircraft thundered overhead, dropping large devices over the retreating Socialist Forces before turning away from the drop zone. Seconds later, bright flashes consumed the horizon, shockwaves emanated in all directions, melting snow in an instant and knocking some of the Federalist soldiers to the ground with a horrific bang, three massive mushroom clouds arose into the air, while three craters were all that remained of the blast sites. The Socialists had fallen victim to the Eleytherian Thermobaric Weapons Program. With the few survivors retreating, and the bulk of Edarmi's army barely scathed, he decided not to pursue the retreating army but instead to rally any of his forces that were separated during the battle and to count the dead and wounded... ____________________________________________________________ July 4, 20XX; 2:15 PM Cumberland Peninsula, Baffin Island The Aftermath The site of the battle was a blood soaked mess, body parts and mangled steel littered the battlefield. Edarmi was attending to his injured soldiers when one of his lieutenants walked up to him. "Sir, here is the battle report." the man said. "Ah, thank you." Edarmi replied. "Casualty reports are severe for the Socialists, Reconnaissance indicated that at least 200,000 Socialist Forces participated in the conflict, but only 80,000 were seen fleeing the battlefield. 120,000 Socialist Deaths are estimated. Several of their armored vehicles were destroyed in the air strikes, but several also managed to escape during their retreat. Expect heavy resistance as your forces advance. On the Eleytherian Side, 17,000 confirmed deaths, mostly from hostile artillery and shrapnel, another 50,000 were injured in some way. Not all are expected to survive." Soon, two Regional Guards carrying a body approached Edarmi before plopping the corpse in front of him. "And this is...?" he asked. "The officer in command of the Socialist Army." they replied. "He had an aggression problem. We used it against them, and it cost him not only his own life but the lives of many good men today." Edarmi said plainly. "We got lucky today..." he added. His lieutenant looked at him awkwardly for a moment, "Sir, there is something you should be aware of." "Well, go on, what is it?" "Our President, Catherine Nerdinskaya, was victim of an assassination attempt." Edarmi's face went pale, "Is ... Is she..." he stuttered. "She is in Serious condition, but last we checked she is still alive." He turned his head away for a moment, fighting back his emotions. He had known Catherine for years, they had been good friends since before the Socialist Threat. The thought that she might die was a hard reality for him to accept. He choked trying to keep his composure. "Does ... Does Gregory know?" he asked in a shaky and low voice. "I do not know, Sir. Come on, we should get back to work." "Yeah. I'll be right with you..." ____________________________________________________________ July 4, 20XX; 12:37 PM The South Atlantic, Andrey calls for Aid --- Top Secret Transmission --- To: Topaz Faction From: Andrey Puzankov, Socialist Eleytheria "The Federalists acted sooner than anticipated. We cannot reinforce the battle fronts fast enough and are threatened with being driven back into the sea. We need immediate transports to begin airlifting additional troops to the Cumberland Peninsula. The sooner Eleytheria-Duo falls, the sooner we can help you in return for your gesture of good will and in the spirit of our alliance. The bulk of our forces still resides in Socialist Eleytheria, an immediate airlift from there to North America would be of critical strategic value to our war efforts. We will of course repay our debts to you as soon as possible. Together, let us crush our greatest foes. Reply ASAP, Andrey A. Puzankov." MAPS OUTDATED |
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| Kasnyia | Oct 15 2007, 01:46 AM Post #56 |
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-Encrypted Transmission- From- Office of the Prime Minister of Kasnyia To- Office of the Acting President of the Federal Republic of Eleytheria "We understand your situation and shall not hold it against you that you cannot come to our assistance. I will order our forces in Pacifica to send you whatever supplies you need to hold your positions. However, by standing order of the Prime Minister, all Kasnyian military forces are to hold their ground until the Topaz insurrection has been dealt with. May God have mercy on your people in this trying time." ----------------------------- -Encrypted Transmission- From- General Martin Delinz, Political Attache to the Supreme Commander of the Armies of the Republic To- Premier Puzhankov of the Socialist People's Republic of Eleytheria The General has entrusted you with a small fleet of Objekt-908b Mammoth transport aircraft. I will order the pilots to load your men up at once and take care of your logistics problems. Give them 48 hours and you will be recieving reinforcements every 4 hours as long as the supplies in the Socialist Republic last. |
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| Konosha | Oct 15 2007, 03:41 AM Post #57 |
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July 4 of 20XX 10 Miles West of Cape Dyer Renewed Initiative Colonel Retinrr stood by the end of the Pelican, looking out the open crewbay door onto the blood soaked surface below. Down there lay the bodies nearly 137,000 dead Federalist and Socialist forces, the sight was mind-boggling. Retinrr had seen battles that had extinguished over 400,000 lives, even 750,000 lives, but that was back in Asia, back where the only population control was war. But this wasn't population control, this was murder on a scale that would frighten the children of generations to come. "Colonel, we'll be arriving at the fort in five minutes." The pilot said. "Understood." Retinrr said simply. The Retinrr's Pelican came down smoothly. The said 'fort' was nothing but the staging point for nearly 100,000 Konoshian soldiers directly from Konosha itself. Retinrr was the commander of these forces, he wondered why though, he was a Colonel doing a General's job! Was the conflict so insignificant for the Konoshian Command that they couldnt send a General to lead their best forces into battle? They were fighting Socialist's, the same form of government that governed Konosha with an Iron fist and condemned more than 60,000,000 Konoshian's to their death, perhaps he was just over-reacting... Perhaps there was more to worry about then just Andrey. "Sir?" A voice said. "Wha-huh?" Retinrr said taken by surprise. "Your Battlion Commanders are waiting for you?" "Ah, yes. Take me to them..." Retinrr looked at the soldier's name tag and rank. "... Sergeant Brofinna" "Right away." Retinnr was greated by his Battalion Commanders as he entered the small tent, most of them ranked almost as high as him. He walked to the end of the tent, which featured a large screen monitor, and turned it on. The screen that blinked on was one of the 100,000 Konoshian forces, and advancing 150,000 Socialist forces heading directly for them. "As you can plainly see, the Socialist's are making a move toward's our position. Satelite's have only been able to get a clear view of a fraction of the Socialist force, but heat imagry has estimated a possible 150,000 Socialist forces with limit or no aircover, armor, or Artillery. They are marching blind right into the belly of the beast." Retinnr paused to zoom in on the Socialist advance. "Artillery will be the first volley of our attack, followed by aerial bombardment, and finally ground attack..." The small tent seemed optimistic, they saw their names on the monitor and what they would be doing, it seemed to Retinnr's satisfaction that the monitor had given the order's, not him. "Good hunting, and bring me back the head of the Socialist commander." Retinnr said coldly. "You all understand what must be done, dismissed." None of his commander's were surprised by his 'special' order, Communism was depised in Konosha and bringing back the head of the Commander would not be barbaric it would be just. Retinnr sighed as he Commander's left, in only a few short moment's, 10 pound artillery shell's would begin to pummle the advancing Socialist forces. In a few short moment's nearly 100 lives would blink out of- Pow, pow, pow, pow. The sound shook the earth, it was the out-going artillery, Retinnr waited for the feint whistling and subsiquient explosions. Pow, pow, pow, pow. The barrage lasted for nearly a five minutes, after it had stopped the roar of the Konoshian A8 Tiger tank roared to life. Nearly 50 tanks quickly sped out to their desired battle, the chanting of nearly 100,000 Konoshian soldier's then filled the air, as hundred's of APC's and Shadow's left the camp. The Battlefield, 5 Minutes later All was quiet now for the Socialist forces. Many lay dead, many groan's and yelp's of agony echoed across the flat plain's of snow as they slowly died from missing limb's or irrepair able damage to their body soaked the ground with blood. The other, unharmed, Socialist forces slowly advanced, wary of anymore Artillery. It was quiet, nearly too quiet. Mist began to fill the air, almost nothing could be seen... Suddenly the ground began to shake, lightly at first, but then more violently. The eyes of the Socialist soldier's began to widden, until the sound of a tank's turret adjusting it sight's made itself clear. A large plume of smoke rose out of the ground, sending dirt and melted snow cascading up into the air. The sound was followed by the chatter of machinegun fire ripping through the mist and into the bodies of the Socialist soldiers. Immidiently the Socialist's fired back, taking aim for the soft Konoshian APC's trying to unload their infantry. The sight of the battlefield was unforgiving, for it was flat, the only cover being vehicles and pre-created creator's from the Artillery fire. Konoshian SF-29's quickly entered the airspace to engage the Socialist FS-1's, like Ballerina's in the sky they danced majestically up to the point where one of them burst into flames and came falling down to earth, sometimes harmlessly into the snow or sometimes onto the infantry fighting bellow. "Jesus." Retinnr said, peaking out of his Shadow. "Its a bloodbath." The boom of the Konoshian Artillery emplacement's made itself known again as the Konoshian soldier's frantically called for more Artillery support. Massive amounts of soil and dirt painted red was ejected high into the air on the Socialist side, it was clear they had not pooled together enough support vehicles after the last battle with the Federalist forces to even combat the Konoshian forces this time around. None the less, because of the open battlefield both the Socialist and Konoshian forces would take great casulties. Retinnr got his radio. "How we doing up there, Hetrin." The voice that came back wasn't Lt. Colonel Hetrin, but his second Officer in command, Major Trenvip. "Colonel Hetrin is dead sir, I have assumed command." Retinnr bit his lip, hard. "I see, can you tell me how we're doing?" "The Socialist forces are being routed sir. It's a victory." It gave Retinnr slight joy that they had won, but at what price? "Oh, and we found someone you might like, the Socialist commander." "You did?!" Retinnr was filled with anger, revulsion, and rage. "I-Is, he dead, son?" "No sir." "Bring him to me." July 4 of 20XX Cape Dyer Payback A single Shadow sped toward's the Socialist held city of Cape Dyer. The smell of burning sulfur, flesh, and gas lingered heavily in the air. The road in front of the Shadow was empty, aside from a small pothole here and there, until the large stone wall's of Cape Dyer came into view. The Shadow pulled up to the gates, no doubt being closely watched by the surprised Socialist soldiers. A single man stepped out of the passenger side door of the Shadow, it was Colonel Retinnr. He walked to the damaged gates of the city wall, carrying a weighted bag. He had a large grin on his face as he walked to the gate. As he neared it he stopped, looked up at the Socialist soldiers and spoke. "This is yours." He yelled, throwing the sack up at the Socialist guards. The sack bearly made it to the top of the wall, and rolled toward's the Socialist guard's with a sickening crack. To their horror, a head rolled out of the bag, it was the Socialist Commander. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Oct 15 2007, 04:18 AM Post #58 |
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July 4 of 20XX Cape Dyer Gruesome Discovery The sight of their headless commander was appalling to the young Socialist Soldiers. One of them called out to their commanding officer. A tall black haired man with a thin beard walked from the gatehouse to be greeted by a head laying on the walls battlements. "What in Gods name is that?" he asked. "Ask them, Sir..." a Soldier arrogantly replied. Below was a lonely shadow, and a Konoshian officer walking back to his vehicle. The Socialist commander called out to him; "You bastard! When I heard about the arrogance of the Konoshians I could not believe anybody could be so backwards, but I guess it was I that was arrogant. You people sicken me. My name is Vsevolod Zuyev, and to restore the honor of the man you murdered this day, I challenge you in hand to hand combat, right here at the City gates. Do you accept, barbarian? And before you say yes, let it be known that over forty-nine enemies of Socialism have already tasted my blade, shall you be the fiftieth?" |
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| Konosha | Oct 15 2007, 05:11 AM Post #59 |
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Retinnr stopped, dead in his tracks. The word of the Socialist scum stuck in his back like the blade of a thousand swords. There was nothing more he hated then Socialist's. "Do, I dare sully my hand's with the blood of a Socialist? A race far apart from my superoir Konosk blood?" Retinnr stood, palm's out. "Come down here and I shall fight you pig, but be warned I will kill you like I have killed others of your kind." The word's rolled out of his mouth, anger raged inside of him like a fire out of control in the Siberian wilderness. The Socialist commander smirked, and quickly hurried down to his Konoshian adversary. Vsevolod Zuyev walked through the Portcullis gates and up to Retinnr. Their faces bearly touched, but they were close enough to smell each other's odor, both smelled of battle. Both men removed their beret's, Vsevolod tossing it against the gates, and Retinnr throwing his on top of the Shadow. Both men starred at each other for a long peroid of time, the entire city of Cape Dyer was quiet, as if watching the two warrior's with silent anticipation. A cold breeze smoothly waved by both men, howling against the two figures. As the breeze slowed, the two men's hand reached for their knives just as slowly as the breeze carressed their faces. By the time the breeze stopped, both men firmly had their hand's on the handles of their knives. Time stopped for a second, and as it resumed the sound of unsheethed knives cut through the soundless air. Vsevolod was the first to attack, gracefully slashing at Retinnr's body. Retinnr counted by jumping back two steps and lunging right arm extended toward's Vsevolod. Vsevolod stepped aside from the attack, stabbing Retinnr in the shoulder. Retinnr gave a quick yelp of pain but didn't stop his attack and he turned toward's Vsevolod and thrust his knife into Vsevolod's collarbone. Both stumbled back for a moment, having the other's knife planted firmly on the other. Retinnr smiled at his opponent, though he hated Communism, a fight no matter who it was against gave him joy. Retinnr was first to pull Vsevolod's 9 inch combat knife from his shoulder, again lunging at Vsevolod and tackling him to the ground. Vsevolod was quick to kick Retinnr in the grion, breathlessly sending Retinnr onto his side, forcing him to roll off of Vsevolod. Vsevolod pulled Retinnr's knife out from his collarbone, and jumped to his feet just as Retinnr, red-faced, stumbled back to his. Vsevolod made the next move, sending a volley of slashes and stabs at Retinnr who parried them with execellent efficiency. It seemed as if the match was a stalemate, neither could do damage to the other without recieving damage in return. Both combatants realized this, however it made no difference they were both determined to kill. Retinnr quickly grabbed Vsevolod's arm as he made another stabbing attack, countering by slashing his stomach open. Vsevolod spat blood on Retinnr's face, which quickly made him reel back, this gave Vsevolod time to grab Retinnr's free hand, place it on his stomach, and stab through the hand and into Retinnr's stomach, grabbing his knife in the process. Retinnr stumbled back in pain, quickly feeling for the hilt of his knife and painfully pulling it out of his stomach and through his hand. Both men again locked eyes, blood pouring out of each others mouth. Vsevolod held the wound he had recieved at his collarbone, and Retinnr's left hand simply lay limp, both bleeding profusely. Retinnr staggered toward's Vsevolod who, despite having his stomach slashed open, put up a hasty defense as Retinnr jumped at him with his knife thrusting low. Retinnr's knife dug into Vsevolod's upper left leg, causing Vsevolod to screech in agony. He quickly retaliated by swinging his knife around into Retinnr's shoulder and contiunuously stabbing, making Retinnr pull his knife out of Vsevolod's leg and walk backward's slightly. By this point both were suffering from blood loss and sheer intensity from their wounds. Retinnr smiled at Vsevolod, an evil grin if he had ever given one. Vsevolod contiuned his unforgiving stare, truely these two men were on a completely different playing field then normal human beings, but even they had their limits. Both fell forward, exhausted, and landed on the ground with a loud thud. A gasp overtook the silence that followed soon after. A Konoshian soldier quickly popped out of the Driver's side of the Shadow and picked Retinnr up. Simularly a two Socialist soldier's had rushed to Vsevolod's aid, pulling him back up. Their eyes locked, for a final time, as both bore deep into the mind's of the other trying to understand the other warrior. "Do svidaniya." The word remained unsaid, but was communicated to the other mutually as both were dragged away, away from their new adversary. |
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| Kasnyia | Oct 15 2007, 06:45 AM Post #60 |
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Topaz-held waters, off the coast of Australia- "...before they ask for it, send a few Mammoth bombers to go along with the transports..." "Yes sir, General Delinz." "And make sure those bombs won't be something the enemy can walk away from." "Of course, sir." At that, the soldier Delinz was talking to left. ...You will now see why it pays to be an ally of the Topaz Army... -------------------------------- While the first of the Objekt-908b transports had lifted off full of troops 12 hours before, the first of the Objekt-908a bombers started taking off from Topaz bases in Australia, filled with only the most potent of chemical warfare agents, the Shadow Draught, along with conventional and some minor biological weapons. Hopefully, the socialists could put it to excellent use, but if not, the Topaz soldiers piloting the Mammoths would make sure to make due and do it for them... |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Oct 20 2007, 07:12 AM Post #61 |
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July 4 of 20XX Coral Harbor, Soon after the Shooting Blood of a Leader Paramedics quickly rushed to bring Catherine's severe injuries under control, her blood loss was significant and she was drifting in and out of consciousness. From her point of view, the world seemed to be fuzzy, blurred. The pain was nearly nonexistent at this point, but breathing was very difficult, and the urge to cough resulted in the expulsion of blood from her punctured lung. At the hospital, they were swift to move her through the halls and into an emergency room for immediate surgery to prevent further bleeding, save the lung, and remove the bullet and its respective fragments. "Catherine. Catherine, can you hear me?" There was no response whatsoever, total unconsciousness began to set in as blood loss combined with lower blood oxygen became a serious threat to the Presidents life. They prepared for surgery. It was going to be one very long day for the staff at Coral Harbor Emergency Trauma Center... ____________________________________________________________ July 4 of 20XX Cumberland Peninsula, Present Time A call to Arms A young breathless Private rushed into a small command tent which resided only a few miles East of the First major battle of the war. It was a rather plain environment with a dirt floor, a thin sandbag wall around the sides both exterior and interior, and a small metal table in the middle with a map of Eleytheria-Duo sprawled across it. Patrick was on a radio phone when the soldier rushed into the tent. "One moment, Soldier," he said glancing at him "Yes. Yes, I'll get back to you, Kevin. Yes, Sir. Will do." Edarmi, now off of the phone and approaching the gasping boy, realized the Soldier had something important to say. "What is it, Soldier? News?" "Yes,Sir. We've just got word form Konosar, their satellites have picked up massive transports landing near Cape Dyer. We've never seen anything like them, and from the looks of it, they aren't Eleytherian, thats for damn sure." "Gassel..." Patrick said in a low breath, "Statistics?" "Almost half a million, Sir. Heavily armed, and with vehicular support. We've spotted some trucks, very large with an angled missile launching platform on its back. One missile on the trailer per vehicle." "Scarabs ... Dammit. How many?" "At least twenty." "Are the Socialists coming this way?" "Yes, Sir. And in strength, we've observed their carrier group preparing for a massive aerial assault, and we can assume even more of Andrey's Forces are on their way." A moment of silence gripped the tent as Edarmi slowly paced in deep thought. "Your orders, Sir?" the Private asked. "If we engage, our losses will be high, if we retreat, they gain more ground and they are taken one step closer to capturing Kivitoo or Pangnirtung. As soldiers, it is our duty to protect Citizens of this Republic. Contact t-th...the Acting President, and press for evacuation orders of the two Cities. I'll get the Konoshians on the line and see if our allies are willing to throw some bullets into the fray. Dismissed." ____________________________________________________________ July 4 of 20XX Cumberland Peninsula Brothers in Arms "What?" a gruff-sounding Konoshian officer said over the phone, "Of course, of course, ready the troops." It only took a matter of minutes for almost 100,000 Konoshian troops to stand in almost perfect formation in front of their command officer. The day had come when differences would be put aside, when prejudices would be dropped and two allies would fight side-by-side not as allies by circumstance, but as warriors fighting for freedom with a common cause. Innocent lives were in jeopardy, both sides knew it all too well and this battle would decide whether or not the Civilians in Kivitoo and Pangnirtung would have enough time to escape the once more rapidly advancing Red Army. Tericho walked in front of the swarms of men that stood before him, they were here to fight, even if they did not know why. Konosha had proven themselves to be fierce in battle, and even more fierce in the face of their most hated enemy -- the Socialist scourge... "Konoshians," he began, "Soldiers of your Country and Honor, I come before you today to announce that we will rally with over a million Eleytherian soldiers to take the fight to the Advancing Red Army to buy time for the Civilians in Kivitoo and Pangnirtung to evacuate. Millions of lives rest in our hands and the fate of the next Generation of Children depend upon us delaying the socialist scum. I ask that you show no fear, no mercy, and no pity to the murderous scum that marches under the red banner. They are killers of women and children, and they must be stopped. We will be participating in the largest battle in the history of our people in North America, and the same will be true for the Eleytherians. This day we may rejoice, for it is the day when we can stare our Socialist foes into the eyes and say to THEM that we will not take one step back, that we may summon the spirit of courage in our hearts and send a clear message, that the only place Socialists here in Eleytheria-Duo and around the globe will ever find peace, is in their graves!!" Konoshian soldier from Private to Sergeant cheered loudly at their commanders speech, there was only one thing awaiting the Communist bastards ... Death. The massive battle column, eager to fight and fierce in courage, shook the very ground upon which they marched. It was to war, the battlefield was calling, and the dawn of Konoshian heroism to which the likes of humanity had never seen before, awaited them... ____________________________________________________________ July 4 of 20XX Cumberland Peninsula Tertiary-sided conflict Patrick and his army stood upon the highest hill in a vast plain of white, the land was beginning to slowly thaw out from the freak storms that had passed overhead in the previous weeks, but snow still lay thick on the ground. In the distance in either direction, two armies marched. To his front, over 800,000 Socialists with Armor, Artillery, Air and Missile support. To his rear he had 100,000 fearless Konoshian soldiers hell-bent for socialist blood. He prayed a silent prayer and loaded his rifle, the battle was on. Tericho was shocked at the sight upon the hill, over a million Eleytherian Soldiers ... They spanned the entire horizon from North to South as far as he could see, such a relatively small nation yet such a committed people. He knew that their adversaries would be little different, a conflict of the ages was moments away from beginning... Slogging up the hill, the Konoshians were now firmly rallied with their Federal allies. Tericho approached the Eleytherian commander. "Kostya Tericho, acting commander of Konoshian forces in Eleytheria-Duo." "Patrick Edarmi, Presidential shadow guard of the Republic. Great as hell to have you here." "Ahh, its good to be here," the Konoshian said looking out at the approaching Socialist army. "So that's them." "Angertok." Patrick replied, surprising the Konoshian with an Inuktitut response. He knew enough about Eleytheria-Duo and its native peoples to understand that Patrick was in agreement. "Well, we had better ready ourselves, then..." "Of course." Several Minutes Later... The two sides stared one another down, both were in large battle formations on either end of the valley, but neither side was advancing as the minutes ticked away. Suddenly, Patrick's field radio began to chime. "Yes, Patrick Edarmi on the air. Thank you for the update." Edarmi's face began to sink as he turned to Tericho. "The Socialists are scrambling their fighters and satellite imagery shows the Reds are going to attempt to flank us with Light armor when the air show begins. We'll need to lay the first blow if we'll have any chance to delay the Socialists long enough for Kivitoo and Pangnirtung to be evacuated." Tericho did not entirely like what he was hearing, but he realized that millions of innocent lives were at stake if it was not carried through; "Who will lead the charge?" "We'll lead the charge." Patrick said plainly. "With all due respect, I believe Konoshians should lead this charge. This war has become just as much our own as it is yours. These socialists spit in the eyes of both our peoples. Please, grant us this honor." Patrick nodded. "If that is what you wish, we'll follow right behind." "The socialists will rue the day that they clashed steel with us," Tericho said with a smile. With one motion of his hand, the Konosk troops moved to the front of the battle lines. Tericho looked to his right, Patrick and his men standing firm, awaiting to charge behind the Konosk forces. "Whew..." Kostya sighed, staring into the massive Socialist lines dead ahead ... "Lets do this..." he whispered. Moments later he led the charge down the hill and straight towards the Red horde, the battlefield began to quake with heavy footsteps, as the Konosk Forces advanced, soon too did the Eleytherian's. Thunder from their charge quaked the ground, but the Socialists stood firm. Gunfire erupted between the two battle formations, but the charge was far from over. While many dived to the ground for cover and return fire, many more still continued to charge forward, Eleytherian Armor took up the flanks and began a fast approach on either side of the battlefield whilst the Konosk heavy artillery could be heard firing off in the distance, the shells would undoubtedly arrive any moment. Indeed, tremendous explosions riddled the Socialists lines. Now far beyond the point of no return, it was the Socialists that began to charge in a human wave of 800,000 men. Like two waves of burning hatred, flesh and steel slammed into one another as a firefight became a brutal melee. Konosk, Eleytherian and Socialists alike smashed one another's skulls with the stocks of their rifles, soldiers began turning to their knives and bayonet's as foes tore their adversaries flesh into rivets. The Socialists jumped back from the shock and superior hand-to-hand combat skills of both the Konoshian and Eleytherian soldiers, and the gunfire ensued at point blank range. Men fell and dropped to the ground in a massive blood bath, war had become pandemonium, and pandemonium had become hells own battlefield. Konoshian Artillery was forced to stop firing lest they risk friendly casualties, with both sides too dangerously close to one another to safely use their long range support, it appeared that the Federalists were to win another victory. The thunder of FS-1's, both Socialist and Federalist, as well as SF-29's began to fill the horizon, turning the air into a fiery deathtrap. Aircraft fell from the skies like flies, but it did not stop the Socialist planes from making desperate strafing runs through Federal and Konosk battle lines to provide whatever support they could to the infantry on the ground. Just as the Socialists began to route, the whistles of artillery shells -- coming from the east -- trumpeted down upon the seemingly victorious Konosk and Feds, but victory was not to be... Socialist Tanks moving at such a speed that they temporarily went airborne flying over the hill began mowing down the Allies, and their cannons pounded their own armored divisions mercilessly. At the same moment, large yellow streaks and plumes of smoke hurdled into the sky as Tunguska Anti-Air Defenses bearing a red star shot down SF-29's and FS-1 fighter planes struggling to gain air superiority over their Communist foes. "God Dammit!" Patrick shouted in fury at the appalling sight unfolding before him, he radioed Tericho; "Situation critical, we won't be able to delay anything if we continue to be massacred. It is time to fall back immediately, the Socialists have too much support, we're being ground into hamburger!" Tericho did not want to admit it, but he knew Patrick was right on this one, their efforts would be in vain if they squandered their lives now, as the Socialists would have nothing between them and two major Cities. "Roger... I am giving the order to fall back to all Konosk Troops." The brunt of the Socialist forces was simply too much, and the Konoshians & Federals simply had too little. Both sides knew it was time to retreat as bodies littered the valley floor around them the snows literally stained red in blood. Turning to retreat, Konosk and Federal soldiers rushed to leave the battlefield, the Socialists simply stopped advancing, as if calling it the day, all of their armor halted in a line, their machine-guns stopped roaring, and their cannons went silent... It was very unusual behavior of the Socialists, they were up to something, but neither the Konosk Army nor the Federal Army knew if it would be better to turn back and re-engage or continue to retreat. They both continued to fall back. Meanwhile... Thirty miles away, the Socialist Missile Batteries aimed their missiles to the skies. A billowing cloud of smoke poured from under them and fire consumed the back of the trailers as several metric tons of solid steel hurdled towards the unsuspecting Federal and Konosk soldiers fleeing for their lives... At 1500 miles per hour (2,414 Kph,) it took just over one minute for the missiles to descend on their targets. Patrick was to the rear of his retreating army, ensuring that nobody alive was left behind, a bone chilling sonic howl burst over his head... As he looked to the skies, a large black object flying at alarming speed moved to the front of his retreating infantries columns. "Oh shit..." he said to himself as he watched the weapon descend... The missile seemingly tore itself apart as six small canisters blew out over the area before they too exploded, releasing a large white cloud of descending material coming down upon the men. Shortly thereafter, the white mist ignited in a gigantic glowing fireball. Patrick shouted in terror at watching his soldiers vaporize before his eyes as a Thermobaric bomb unleashed its horror upon them, a wave of snow rushed towards him, hurling everyone it reached through the air. The shock wave was heading straight for him. As it blew passed him, he was lifted off of his feet over a meter into the air in a deafening eruption; "Ohhh, Christ!" he screamed as he was slammed into the ground. Meanwhile, Tericho who was overseeing the withdraw of his own forces from the field of battle when he witnessed the event. He was horrified to see hundreds of soldiers blown off their feet, or simply killed outright. "Chort! Move it! There is bound to be one of these things with our name on it!" He couldn't have been more right, another howl clearly indicated that, indeed, Andrey had a missile with their name on it. Again, the missile converged down upon the Konosk Army, once more six canisters blew out over an area before saturating the air in a sick smelling odor, once more the fuel ignited, burning and scorching everything below it in a massive fireball. Tericho dived for the ground as the wall of snow picked up from the shock wave blasted towards him, steamrolling him and everyone around him, he was thrown back down the hill with terrific force, bashing and slamming him into rocks on the way to the bottom. Coughing and gagging, men lay dead and wounded all around him, wails and cries rang out as agony filled the air. He was in no perfect condition himself, he was badly bruised, and had difficulty breathing. Then the socialist army began moving again... Just as he thought they were all about to die, they veered off and began heading Northwest -- towards Kivitoo, and nothing stood in their way... OOC: RP your characters' reactions to the aftermath, Kono. |
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| NRE | Oct 20 2007, 10:40 AM Post #62 |
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OOC: I need to review my military stats before I can commit any real numbers. Also I'll be PMing you E about something I'm hoping to accomplish in this war. Inside the Kremlin of Moscow Russia.... The room was silent as personnel from all branches of the military, their second in commands, and several aids crowded around a long rectangular, oak table. A gold emblem hung on the wall just behind the only seat left open in the room. When the large wooden double-doors of the room open, every military Commander, vice-commander, and aid rose to their feet in salute. The Tsar then saluted back and then quickly made his way to his seat. After opening the folder provided to him the Tsar then looked over to Minister of Defense Ivan Rokotov who then rose from his seat, and walked over to the opposite side of the table from the Tsar where a blank screen filled up most of the wall space. Minister Rokotiv then pulled out a small remote, pressed a few button that dimmed the lights and turned on a projector. The image was of the nation of Eleytheria but it was different from most public maps as it also had position markers from different military groups as well as a red line along a small patch of coastline. Minister Rokotiv cleared his throat and then began. "Your majesty, it has recently come to our attention that the Socialists of the frm. Eleytherian Asian colony, allied with a terrorist faction known as Topaz Army(if the Topaz involvement isn't public knowledge yet then just omit it) are making a move for the Federal Republic. This conflict has come to a critical point with the recent assassination attempt of President Catherine Nerdinskaya. Our ambassador to Eleytheria has put in some inquiries but as of yet has received no word on the Presidents condition. As this panel very well knows Eleytheria has been an important partner to Russia in the development of new aircraft as well as promising other technologies for the purpose of national defense. Your grace it is our strong recommendation that Russia do something to help stop the spread of this red threat and save our allies in America." The room fell silent again as all eyes turned to the Tsar. Paul had flinched slightly as the mention of the assassination attempt. It wasn't that long ago when he himself had his life threatened and laid almost dead in a hospital room. This alone awoke a resolve in him that demanded these socialist pay. When joined in union with his deep friendship with Catherine, the answer was all to clear. "What does the Ministry of Defense suggest?" said Paul in a commanding tone. "You excellency" said Minister Rokotiv "What we suggest is having our Atlantic fleet come home to their base in the Caribbean. By the time they reach their bases in Jamaica we'll have several hundred thousand troops transported by air there from the Second Core. General Mikhail Miloradovicha has already gone over the situation and fills confident that he can help repress the Socialists. What he has suggested is sending in the Spetsnaz in first by air, landing them in a friendly air field in Eleytheria to assess and begin operations first. Once we have a clear picture of the situation then we will send in the regular troops in. We will also be using the Caribbean to refuel our long range bombers and aircraft to help win aerial superiority. The Atlantic fleet themselves will then cruise the coastline stopping when possible any enemy ships." The Tsar looked over the plan thoroughly before speaking. "It seems like a decisive plan Minister but I cannot act without the consent of the Federal Government. Have our ambassador send word to the government that we wish to help. Thank you gentlemen, this meeting is adjured..." _________________________________________- Public Transmission To: Vice President Kevin Lowas, Federal Republic of Eleytheria-Duo From: Russian Embassy of Eleytheria-Duo The recent events of your country have certainly not escaped the attention of Russia. We find in emmperative that we help in the defense of your country and formally request permission to land troops as soon as possible. Russia also offers any medical need that President Nerdinskaya and hopes to be kept advised of her situation. |
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| Menhad | Oct 20 2007, 03:18 PM Post #63 |
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July 4th of 20XX Cumberland Peninsula On the wings of an Angel The whirling sound of helicoptors was heard. Menhadien Blackhawks decended quickly apon the remaining Federals & Allies forces and quickly loaded the wounded and surviving into the Blackhawks. Medics weaved through the dead and dieing looking for those they could save and all around the dead lie burned and crushed by the power of the missles. "What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?" -Wilfred Owen July 4th of 20XX Kivitoo "Oh death was never an enemy of our!" To the Northwest, in Kivitoo, Menhadien Planes where dropping off men and equipment. The large Socialist army was heading towards Kivitoo, and the Menhadien forces that where pouring into Kivitoo were too few to hold the Socialist back. The artillery was in place, the tanks ready, the men armed and prepared. Beserkers where on the battlefield, their souless helments and the inhuman armor, they were there to bring hope to the soldiers, for the numbers grim. Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. -Horace |
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| Konosha | Oct 20 2007, 08:20 PM Post #64 |
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July 5 of 20XX Cumberland Peninsula Aftermath Tericho surveyed the aftermath of the battle atop a small hill that overlooked the battlefield. It was a Disaster, in only a few short minutes 47,000 of some of the finest troops in the world perished under the power of the Thermobaric bomb. Tericho gritted his teeth, the Socialist were now making headway into Eleytheria-Duo, alot of headway. Tericho could not help but think what was going on in Konosha right now, protest's, shock, nationalism, fear. He shuttered to think that the latter was true. Below him he could see a number of Pelican's loading the bewildered Konoshian soldier's into the crew bay's of the Pelican's, they were leaving the island. Since it seemed that the Socialist's had gained enough momentium from their recent victory to capture the island, it would be best for the Konoshian soldiers to leave instead of being killed. Turning tail from the war made Tericho angry, he wanted to contiune fighting, avenge all of his lost comrades. But he knew what the Konoshian command was thinking, fight another day, on a level playing field where the Socialist's didnt have any Thermobaric bomb's to throw around, when all the Socialist's had to their advantage was the amount of cover they would have after the first wave of their soldier's was cut down by the Konoshian forces. Hopefully that day would be soon. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Oct 24 2007, 05:49 AM Post #65 |
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OOC: To give everyone a heads up of major events that may concern them. To NRE: A reply is sent to Russia. To Menhad: Kivitoo will eventually fall, even if it isn't in this post. To Kas: If you get the time, RP the Topaz forces landing Socialist Troops (about 100,000) in the Spear of Eleytheria, near Craig Harbor. To Everyone else: Enjoy. IC: July 6 of 20XX; 06:15 Kugaaruk City, Republic Headquarters Friends Indeed - Part I The sun was just now kissing the windows of millions of Eleytherian's as a faint knock echoed around the small office in which the acting President of Eleytheria-Duo sat. At first, Kevin was unresponsive, he understood that he was in a situation where every decision he made could save -- or cost -- the lives of millions. Watching Catherine Svetlana Nerdinskaya make decisions under pressure was inspiring to him, but he had never found himself in her shoes until now, and he soon fully realized why Catherine was so continuously stressed, even when others helped her in any way possible. Now he was facing with a new set of problems; He could not help Catherine ... He, not unlike many other Politicians and even Generals, did not know what to do about the Socialist threat that was vastly stronger than both Eleytheria-Duo and all of their involved allies put together. The thought of people dying because of his decisions was hard for Kevin to accept, as it is with all new leaders. But he had a job to do, and he was not about to let philosophy stop him from doing it. After a moment of deep thought, he regained his composure... "Please, come in." A young woman in her early twenties walked through the door, her hair as black as a clear night sky and her skin as soft as the finest silks of Asia. Her name was Aliyana Nukilikatka, Inuit by blood and Eleytherian by Nationality, she was a newcomer to Eleytherian Politics, but incredibly gifted. Indeed, her Inuit name literally means "Strong Guardian Spirit." "Sir," she said in a soft and calming voice, "I've received word that Madam President Catherine Nerdinskaya is stable and under treatment in Coral Harbor. We'll be airlifting her to Kugaaruk as soon as possible for treatment further away from the zone of conflict." "That's good news. Any word on her exact condition and if she is conscious?" "Yes, Sir. The bullet pierced the right side of her chest and punctured her right lung resulting in Pneumothorax. They subsequently needed to insert a chest tube to remove the compressed air caught between the lung and the chest wall cavity. As far as I know, she has not been conscious since first entering surgery." Covering his face, and exhaling deeply, Lowas was only glad to hear that Catherine survived the assassination attempt. "I must say I am glad to hear that she is doing better, but keep me informed." "Speaking of being kept informed, the Russians request that you send them a reply, I have the message here," Aliyana said pulling a small folder from a pouch slinged across her side, "They are requesting to be updated on Catherine's status as it changes, as well as permission to enter the conflict." "I'll get right on it. By the way, Aliyana ... How would you like to run an Errand for me?" "... Sir...?" "Colonel Gavrikov will be returning from Sol Air Force Base to update me on the strategic situation in Baffin Island within two hours, I cannot leave Kugaaruk at all today. Since duties to the state require I stay here, I would like you to travel to Coral Harbor for me. Be my eyes and ears." "Are you sure about this, Sir?" "Of course. You've proven yourself to be exceptional at organization and management. And, unlike most others here, are actually competent in what it is you are doing. So, would you like to take a not-so-vacationy trip?" Aliyana stood as straight as a soldier; "I would be honored, Sir. What would you have me do?" "Nothing in particular, find out as much as you can about the sniper, make sure Catherine is no longer in immediate danger, and just listen in on popular opinion floating about the City. Essentially, Internal intelligence gathering, it don't take a detective to do what I've asked, but even if it did, I am sure you would do just fine." She smiled, "Yes, Sir. I'll make my way there as soon as I can." ____________________________________________________________ ---Secure Transmission--- To: The Russian Embassy of Eleytheria-Duo From: Vice-president Kevin Lowas Dear Ally, These times are the worst in history for Eleytheria-Duo and our people, already the total casualty count has reached over a million people, and this conflict has only just begun. Your assistance would be greatly appreciated in this matter, we could never thank you enough for being so kind to us. Be sure to land your military forces on the Mainland, as the Islands are becoming increasingly more dangerous with each passing minute. The Socialists are continuing to advance across Baffin Island at an increasingly alarming rate, and there is little we have been able to do about it. Be forewarned; we have confirmed Andrey's fleet has at least two medium range missiles tipped with Nuclear Warheads. Their yield is unknown, but plan accordingly, as none of us doubts that he would use them if provoked or cornered. We cannot risk inflaming an already hostile situation into one where Atomic Weapons will be detonated so close to Civilian populations. The request for Catherine's health updates are granted. So far her status said to be stable, though she has not yet regained consciousness and her injuries are severe. Her right lung was punctured by the injury, resulting in its collapse, however that has since been corrected and blood loss is currently the largest issue that our President faces. We will keep you informed of all changes to either the status of Catherine and/or any shifts in the direction of the War. ____________________________________________________________ July 6 of 20XX; 08:30 Thirty-eight miles Southeast of Nanisivik Fallen from Grace Konosk troops were loading up cargo to send back to the mainland. It seemed as if the Konoshians were withdrawing from Baffin Island. Either that or Command was planning on tricking the Socialists into believing that Konosk forces were no longer going to confront them in head to head battles. Either way, none of them were expecting a one on one dogfight to ever take place overhead... It began as a low roar on the horizon, but it soon became a looping thunder that was beginning to annoy the Konoshian soldiers, they could not see the two aircraft, but they could distinctly hear two aircraft. It wasn't until one of them pointed to the low horizon that the two aircraft had come into view. Flying only feet from the ground, a Socialist and Federalist were hell-bent on destroying one another. One of the aircraft slammed its afterburners on and rocketed into the sky, its adversary pursuing right behind. The two began engaging in aerobatics that astonished the ground troops, with complex twists, rolls and banks that tested the limit of each mans gut and pushed their machines to the limits of their capabilities. Soon it became apparent to those observing the spectacle that it was the Federalist trailing behind the Socialist, as evident by the Red Stars on the wing tips of the lead aircraft and a yellow twelve-rayed sun on the wings of the rear aircraft. The Konosk soldiers' jaws almost fell to the ground when they seen the Socialist make an incredibly brave move, seemingly cutting all thrust to his engines and turning the entire aircraft on its axis until the aircraft appeared to be flying backwards, sending a quick spray of golden rounds screaming into the face of the Federalist before spinning back around and igniting the afterburners. The Fed rolled wildly to avoid the incoming, but continued to blare straight towards his adversary. The maneuverability of the aircraft was astonishing, alarming, perhaps even frightening. However, everybody knew that these aircraft sacrificed armor for that maneuverability. If either managed to damage the other, the battle would be over. The Konoshians knew it, the Federalist knew it, and the Socialist knew it. Soon after both sides recovered from their aerobatic maneuvers, the fight was on once more. The socialist making the first move by slamming on his air brakes, a predictable move for the much more experienced Federalist Pilot. Flying passed him, the Red achieved a hasty radar lock on his adversary and pushed out a single Vympel R-27 Missile. With lightning reflexes, the Blue on the other hand began quick evasive maneuvers, the missile flying by only to be guided back to its target by the Socialist still sending tracking signals to the ordnance. Realizing that he cannot outmaneuver the weapon, the Blue decided to outsmart it and dive towards the ground rather than fruitlessly fly in zig zags until either he was shot down or the missile ran out of fuel. Making a quick split S, the missile flew passed him and was forced to one again receive tracking data from its progenitor aircraft to re-engage. When it did, it followed the Eleytherian towards the hard deck, the missile moving at 3,000 miles per hour, and the Eleytherian Aircraft at a still astonishing 2,087 mph. At the last split second, the Eleytherian angled his nose to the heavens, and rocketed back into the sky, but the missile was not so lucky. It impacted the ground in a small orange fireball only a few hundred yards from the Konoshian observers. Climbing back up at a safe altitude, the Federalist found the Socialist back on his tail -- again. He had enough of this bullshit, it was time to put the socialist in his place. Wooing the bastard in closer while maneuvering his aircraft in such a way to prevent a radar lock, he looked in his rear view mirror with a smile... Suddenly, he jerked forcefully back on his controls while throttling down, his aircraft continued to fly in an almost perfect horizontal position as the Socialist overshot. Immediately the nose of his aircraft went back down and his afterburners roared to life again, but there was no need to catch up, the socialist was right in his gun sights, and barely more than a few hundred feet in front of him ... A single burst of rounds sped from his cannon pods... From the spectators on the ground, several golden flashes enveloped the back of the Communist plane, beginning to billow with smoke. Falling to the ground with a deafening high pitch whistle, the Konoshians cheered as they watched their foe begin to loose control of his aircraft. It slammed belly first into the ground, and although it was forceful, the aircraft was still intact as it began to violently skid, its wings ripped off until it finally came to rest in a motionless heap of junk in the middle of a vast flat plain. The Federalist had just pulled off a perfectly successful Pugachev Cobra maneuver. Soon afterwards, the Federalist, a few hundred yards from the Konosk camp, began to rapidly slow down and brought the nose of his aircraft almost straight up, providing just enough thrust to literally hover in place. Ensuring that none of his comrades were harmed, he looked off to his right at the Konosk forces that were still waving and chanting. He saluted them before throttling back up and pitching his nose back down, disappearing into the horizon as quickly as he had appeared... "Lets inspect the wreck," one of the Konosk men said. "Indeed, if the bastard managed to survive something like that, we had better put him out of his worsened misery." ____________________________________________________________ July 6 of 20XX; 08:46 The crash site A captured foe The Konoshian troops that witnessed the dogfight were now converging on the crash remains, as they pulled up in their shadows, they were astonished to see the canopy still intact, and the pilot slowly moving around inside as if badly injured. "How the fuck did he survive that!" one of them exclaimed. "I don't know, but I am going to enjoy putting a cap in his ass," one of the older soldiers replied. Just as the Konosk forces came to a halt, to the other edge of the horizon was several Federal APC's with M168 GD Vulcan Gun Turrets moving fast towards the crash site. The Vehicles were in Green and White camouflage to blend with the thawing snow, and the front bared the insignia of an Eagle, like the one found on Aircraft and Armed Forces patches, but it was black, and the feathers were highlighted in gold and sapphire. The Konoshians had never seen the Emblem before, and had no clue what branch they represented, but all they needed to know is that they were friendlies. The eldest of the group charged forward towards the wreckage and began to pry open the canopy, just as the Federalist APC's came to a halt and several rough looking men jumped from the open crew bay doors wielding their AK-107's. It would seem as if they would be cold, as their uniform exposed their forearms. Their hands were protected only by a pair of gloves specifically designed to help them grip their weapon or adversary. The Konoshian jerked the pilot from the cockpit and violently slammed him against the hull, shouting in his face. "You sick, twisted sons of bitches! You bastards! You scum stole 50,000 Konoshian lives! I may not be able to avenge them all, but I can avenge one..." That said, he whipped out a sidearm and pressed it to the mans temple when one of the Eleytherians shouted to him "God Dammit, stop immediately!" He quickly looked to his left and stared the man in the eyes, a heavily built soldier who's entire face, save his nose, and cheeks were exposed, his eyes barely visible through the darkened goggles. "Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do!" "The person who WILL take this socialist into custody for interrogation. And there is little to stop us from doing so, unless it is you that you wish us to *interrogate,* the shadow guard replied, approaching almost nose to nose with the Konosk. Unable to contain his rage, "You are NOT my commanding officer!" he shouted into the Eleytherians face, "This man is to DIE!" looking back at the squirming Socialist and beginning to squeeze the trigger on his sidearm. With a lightning motion, the Federal Shadow Guard struck the arm of the Konosk man, the weapon discharging a round and missing the prisoners head by a mere inch. Grunting in pain, the Konoshian turned to face the Eleytherian, only to be struck in the throat so quickly that he had no time to react, he fell to his knees. The sound of safeties being switched off of AK-107's and GH-77 Rifles could be heard en-masse as the two sides were now staring down one another's gun muzzles, the small black hole aimed right between their eyes. The look on the face of the Shadow guard was that of shock "Oh for Christ sake, lower your weapons," he said to the men, but both sides stood firm. "LOWER YOUR FUCKING WEAPONS! ALL OF YOU!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, now angry that both sides were disobeying orders. "No!" a young Konoshian officer replied; "The prisoner is ours! We were the first to arrive at the crash site and we were the first to declare him our prisoner!" "That does not justify killing him! Your friend just mentioned that the Socialists killed nearly 50,000 Konoshian troops, but murdering this man will not bring them back, it will likely result in the deaths of even more Konoshians. He has information, information we need to gain insight into the Reds' next move." "What would you know about it?!" the Konosk arrogantly replied. Slowly, the man approached so close that the young soldiers rifle muzzle was sunk into his chest. He took off his goggles, and mask, revealing his face to be brutally scarred. "My name is Varuka Tornuaq. I don't expect you to recognize neither my name nor my face. There are few who could. As leader of the Presidential Shadow Guard of the Federal Republic of Eleytheria-Duo, I do not question my orders, I only obey them. And it is my duty to bring this prisoner back for interrogation so that we may indeed avenge the lives ... " here, Varuka's voice became excruciatingly loud "Of 330,000 Eleytherians as WELL as the 50,000 Konoshians. But if you are so blinded by your lust for revenge that you cannot see that the lives of millions may hang in the balance of this one man, than you two are not only enemies of Eleytheria-Duo and myself, but to your OWN soldiers. DESIST! The young Konosk began to shiver at the outburst of the tall Eleytherian, and at the sight of eight vulcan guns aimed directly at them. Tornuaq turned around only to see that the Federalists still had their weapons raised. "LOWER YOUR FUCKING WEAPONS!" he shouted at them. They complied, and slowly, their weapons went limp. Soon, the Konoshians followed suit. Federalist Shadow Guards jumped back in their APC's after stuffing their prisoner in the back. Varuka stood at the cargo door as it began to slowly raise, and said to the Konosk's "We will have our revenge, my friends. Of that I would steak my honor on." ____________________________________________________________ July 6 of 20XX; 10:15 Coral Harbor, Konoshian Center of Operations in Eleytheria-Duo Reflections of the Past - Part I With the Konosk forces withdrawn from Baffin Island, it appeared they were reducing their roles to largely defensive roles. After the Cumberland massacre, the Konosk survivors of the Thermobaric blast were quite traumatized by the ordeal. The casualties of the war were fast approaching one million combatant casualties, but combining combatants with civilians, that toll was already one and a half million. This war was chewing up men, women and children alike like never before in the history of the country. Patrick walked into the KCOED Headquarters where he was greeted by Tericho. "Can I help you, Patrick?" "I've some files that our Government thought strategically useful to your forces." "Ah, thank you." "Tericho ... I'd like to apologize. I should have foreseen that the bastards would have used their Scarab launchers, I have failed your people as well as my own. Barely 400,000 soldiers remain on Baffin Island to ward off the Socialist Threat." "You can't blame yourself, Patrick. The Socialists are evil scumbags that would do anything to win, even destroy an honor they never had to begin with." "Perhaps, but to think that millions will now live under Socialist occupation due to a strategic failure on my part is ... difficult to accept. I want revenge so badly, but I cannot let it blind me, either." "We're all in for a hell of a ride, that's all I know. 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| Konosha | Oct 25 2007, 01:32 AM Post #66 |
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The Maui Boy
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July 6 of 20XX Fort Groznyy, Tavani New Means Colonel Retinnr hobbled along a small freshly laden sidewalk of concrete. Fort Groznyy was an amazingly large base, considering it had been built from the ground up just a few miles North of the Eleytherian city, Tavani, overlooking a small lake the arched inland of the Eleytherian mainlain. Retinnr was simply in the middle of the Fort, recovering from the major wounds he had been inflicted a few days prior. He had been sullen for the first few days of his arrival but he had a chipper up-beat in his step today. He walked along the small path, avoiding the great number of Konoshian soldiers, vehicles, and aircraft as they busily went about their business. He was slowly making his way to the enourmous supply yard, of which was completely deserted, aside from one person. The Supply yard was more or less a gigantic warehouse locked tight with primitive padlock's and password accessed rooms. Retinnr walked to one of the door's, which was unlabeled, and punched in X0446. The door gave a convincing unlocking noise, and slid open to reveal a Konoshian Officer. Captain Alexi Polatsk sat on a large odd sized tarp. Retinnr skipped up to Alexi, who by this time was trying to contain laughter. Retinnr noticed this, and snapped back. "And What would you be smiling at, Captain?" Retinnr sneered. "Nothing, Colonel, I was just admiring this lavishly unorganized Supply yard, you know I was nearly crushed by a crate?" Alexi teased. "Enough, you asked me over here for a reason, out with it." Alexi's eyes lit up with surprise, he had been waiting in the supply yard for nearly fifteen minutes before Retinnr had crawled in. Alexi quickly pushed out a large cylinder canister from out under the securely tied down tarp, and caught it under his foot. Retinnr's eyes went wide. "Is that what I think it is?" Retinnr said astonished "Probably, but take a wild guess." Alexi replied. Retinnr skipped a few more feet to get a closer look, and finally kneeled down to observe the canister more accuratly. He put his hands on it, allowing Alexi to release it from under his foot, and nearly fell back when he read the label. "No..." Retinnr said shaking his head. "Retonace Detonators? They can't seroiusly expect us to use this on Eleytherian soil." "If it can kill, then its being shipped over for use, including the Retonance Detonators." "The Retonance Detonator doesnt just kill, it melts the skin off bones. This in no way is humane or orthodox." "Was the death of 50,000 Konoshian soldier's humane or orthodox? Hardly." Alexi said with a cold tone in his voice. Retinnr's entire face cringed at the thought of the 50,000 dead Konosk soldiers. It sickened him that the Konoshian forces were actually so idiotic without his presence to charge the numerically superoir Socialist forces head on. The plan wasnt tactically sound at all. But what was done, was done, and it would have happened anyways. "Do the Eleytherian's know about this?" Retinnr said, not wanting to know the answer "They are allowing Konosha to use any and all weapons, including the Retonance Gases." "You didn't answer me." Retinnr said shaking his head. "Do they know about the Retonance Detonators?" Alexi sighed, and then spoke. "No." ____________________________________________________________ July 6 of 20XX Konosar, Konosha Reaction The news of the 48,000 dead Konoshian's was a major shock to the people back in Konosha. To think that so many Konoshian's could actually die in a single battle was baffling, Konosha prided itself on his well-trained soldiers, to have so many be killed was a black mark on Konosha's permanent record. But never before had so many Konoshian flag's been flown, never before had so many people cheered the name of the Konoshian soldier, never before had so many son and fathers, mothers and daughters, brothers and sisters quell the Socialist Eleytherians. The battle was truely on. |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Oct 25 2007, 03:26 AM Post #67 |
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Resident Bystander
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July 6 of 20XX Somewhere over Cumberland Peninsula... Liquefied Flesh shake The sun was setting rapidly, and the zenith of the sky was turning dark once more. A single lonely Pelican carrying one of the ultimate weapons in the history of humanity. Its scanners detected at least 65,000 Socialist Soldiers down below, and Konoshian revenge for the loss of 50,000 of their soldiers was about to be rained down upon the unsuspecting Reds... The bay doors slowly opened, and suddenly a parachute blasted out of the rear end of the Pelican, a massive crate jerked from the bay doors and tilted, releasing a monstrosity of a bomb, over 30 feet long, a coal black chemical weapon quietly glided to the ground below... The bomb ripped apart in mid-air, and several dozen small, but long canisters dispersed over a mile across the valley before detonating in a small crackle. The socialists quickly dived to the ground at the sight of white sparks in the sky several hundred feet above them, but nothing happened... Feeling as if it was merely a false alarm, they got back up, and continued their march. One of the men began to cough, and it only got worse, finally he began coughing harder and harder, and began to spit up blood, soon almost all of them began coughing with a bitter burning feeling in their lungs and a tingle on their skin. It took little time before all of them began violently vomiting blood as their lungs were liquefied into jelly, some dropped dead on the spot, others were left to slowly melt from the incredibly powerful acidic chemical... Thousands were dead, and the few survivors that were left to tell the story, fled for the hills with horrific injuries. |
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| Konosha | Oct 25 2007, 04:13 AM Post #68 |
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The Maui Boy
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July 6 of 20XX Somewhere over Cumberland Peninsula... Revenge A Pelican slowly decended into the area where the first Retonance Detonator of the war had been used. The slowly fading sun light gave the small team of Konoshian soldier's little time to survey the work done by the Retonance gas. The area was still teeming with the deadly biochemical, the only thing protecting the Konoshian soldier's was they're combat uniform, and air-tight helmet. "Dear Jesus..." One of the Soldiers spoke. The bodies of the Socialist soldiers were rapidly desintergrating, the only part of the body that would not be affected by the Retonance gas would be the bone of the body, which lay bare on many of the dead soldiers. "These soldier's were unlucky, if they had been near one of the Canister's as it exploded they would have been vaporized instantly." Another soldier spoke. "Retonance Detonators... What have we become?" ______________________________________________ July 6 of 20XX Thirty-eight miles Southeast of Nanisivik Hostile Territory "This is unbeleivable!" An enraged Konoshian soldier yelled. "They take our prisoner, surely they are without honor!" "Oh come now, have some sence." An Airborne Soldier spoke. "Your a professional soldier, not a mindless barbarian." "This doesnt have to do with professionalism, this has to do with every last one of those sons-of-bitches." "But killing this, pilot may not be the best idea. I agree with the Eleytherian, we should interrogate him for information, once he has served his purpose we can lop his head off and send it back to his mother..." The Airborne soldier again spoke, lightening his tone. "What would we interrogate out of him? Where Andrey is?" The debating soldier inquired. "Hes in Asia, we just need to attack Derby!" The Airborne pilot stood up, obvoiusly frusturated with the audience he was given, and paced back and forth as if gathering up his thoughts. "Your not getting the point. I think we all remember that little Thermobaric bomb the Socialist's detonated on us. Well wouldnt it be nice to know how many were left, or where they are, or what they were fired out of?" The Airborne soldier paused to allow his words to sink in. "I sure as hell would like to destroy whatever shot those missiles at us." "You bring up a good point." A Konoshian Officer said. "While it is true, that the Socialist Pilot is our prisoner, it is also equally as true that the Eleytherian's have the right of way being this is they're war." "Excuse me, sir, but while I think the Eleytherian's our greatest friends, they shouldnt be allowed to take our prisoner." Another soldier spoke. "That was partially because a brain-fucked soldier put his pistol in the pilots mouth." The Airborne soldier chuckled. "Reguardless, this matter deems worthy the attention of the Command in Coral Harbour. He is our prisoner by law, and we should be allowed to captivate our prey..." The Officer shrewdly concluded. |
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| Kasnyia | Oct 25 2007, 06:30 AM Post #69 |
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Chairman of the Bank
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Craig Harbor, Eleytheria, 5:53 hrs The first of the Objekt-908b transports were just starting to arrive in visual range of Eleytherian territory. Each of the Mammoths were carrying 2500 tons worth of troops, equipment, and other logistics for whatever the socialists would need. The Topaz pilot of the lead aircraft of this thousand mile long supply chain activated his transmitter to the specified secure frequency. "Red Tower, Red Tower, this is Merchant, over," He called out, using the pre-specified code. After a few minutes of silence, his reciever ame to life, "Merchant, this is Red Tower, over. Any goods today?" Came the reply from the nearest socialist base. "Red Tower, I have handymen, spare parts, some tools and a little bit of candy, all from home, over. You want them?" the lead pilot replied. Handymen were the soldiers, spare parts were munnitions, tools were the tanks, and the candy were medical supplies and other miscellaneous material the soliders needed or wanted. "Thats an affirmative, Merchant. We could use those items. ETA?" the socialist operative on the other end delightfull exclaimed. The pilot chuckled a little. "Merchant wagons are entering the bazaar as we speak, over. Time left, about ten minutes." the pilot informed. "Roger that Merchant," Red Tower replied. At that he started transmitting drop coordinates, "We need the product out as fast as we can. We'll have you taken care of after that for further bussiness." "Copy that, Red Tower. Nice doing bussiness with you." ----------------------- A few minutes later, at the Spear of Eleytheria just a ways away from Craig Harbor, the first batch of Mammoths started landing wherever there was flat space to dispatch the troops and equipment. It would take a few hours to offload the specific number assigned to this area (about 100,000 soldiers), but the Topaz transport crews ensured a perfect delivery, and they weren't about to go back on their word. First in, first out...that was how the Kasnyian Airforce operated, and the Topaz Faction was no different. The crews landed, got out, and coordinated theor cargo out of the holds as quickly and efficiently as possible. By the end of the day, all 100,000 soldiers were on the ground, and the Topaz transports were refueled and off again back for Asia to resupply their holds, though a good fraction of the aircraft stayed behind in case the Socialists needed ready transports. OOC- Are you not gonna use my bombers, ED? Objekt-908a "Ghost" bombers are waiting for targets... |
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| NRE | Oct 26 2007, 09:57 PM Post #70 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Along the coast of Hall Beach, First Russian landing Posted Image As if a storm had come from the South, the Russian troops began to land. They were the special forces, the Spetsnaz and like the American Marines of old they were the first to go into battle and the last to leave. There were 200,000 soldiers in all and their mission was to guard the that patch of coast from the enemy forces as they were sure to begin a mainland attack once the islands were taken. Overhead about 30 XR-3 (variation of the FS-1) fighter jets screamed across the skies. They were on the watch and the prowl for enemy fighters that could be in the area of try to enter mainland Eleytherian airspace. As for the main forces of the Second Core, they were on board the ships of the Atlantic Fleet which was at this moment only 30 minutes outside the Hudson Bay. Admiral Grigory Smyslov sat confident in his command chair as he reviewed Eleytherian intelligence on enemy fleet movements. The Eleytherians had generously given over everything they had but that was to be expected given their friendship with Russia. The Admiral was cautious over the thought of the nuclear capabilities of the enemy. Though the fleet had a few nuclear capable submarines of its own, not to mention the nuclear ICBM back in the Caribbean, the Admiral certainly did not to provoke a nuclear holocaust. The fleet would in essence stay clear of enemy ships as best they could. The objective was to land soldiers in the mainland to balance out the Eleytherian defenses and keep the enemy out. With good planning the Admiral believed the Russians could do just that... |
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Oct 31 2007, 05:55 AM Post #71 |
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Resident Bystander
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July 7 of 20XX Kugaaruk City; 06:30 Back to Business The air was warm for Eleytheria-Duo's typical climate, with the freak storms over, the climate was now calm and commonly reached about 70/21 degrees Fahrenheit/Celsius. Despite such a beautiful calm, chirping birds, and white puffy clouds overhead, a shadow of fear, rather than joy, was clinging tightly unto the citizens. Despite the fear, people needed to carry on... The cobble, but modern smooth streets were as busy as ever, people were walking and driving to work, and everything in the public eye seemed well enough. But things were not well... The Socialists had been gaining ground at a frightening pace, and it was now clear that the Islands would soon be overwhelmed. It was time to withdraw Eleytherian forces from them as quickly as possible... --- Fifteen Minutes Later --- A black Limousine, bearing a small Eleytherian Flag on either side of the front, pulled up in front of Republic Headquarters. Kevin was quick about his business, climbing carefully but swiftly out of the vehicle and rushing up the stairs of the large structure. Navigating his way through the large structure, he soon arrived at his office. He glanced around the room, the smell of leather, wood, and a hint of incense permeating the air. He sighed heavily and slowly walked over to the wooden desk and plopping down in his chair. He gave his telephone stares for a long moment, finally, he reached over and gripped it firmly before calling Aliyana... ____________________________________________________________ July 7 of 20XX Coral Harbor; 06:57 A bleak call Aliyana Nukilikatka had not even reached the Hospital when her phone began to ring. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her small silver cell phone. "Hello?" she said with a puzzled look on her face, not sure who could be calling her this early. "Aliyana, its Kevin." "Mr. President, this line is not secure." "I am aware. Just get on with your task and spread the word to the Konosk's if they feel it necessary. You'll know what I am talking about when it happens." "Yes, Sir." Nikilikatka was confused, she did not fully understand what Patrick was talking about, what was going to happen? Well best wait and find out, she thought. But that did not stop her from continuing to the Hospital as instructed. ____________________________________________________________ July 7 of 20XX Coral Harbol; 07:21 Wakeup call The hospital stood before Aliyana, like a giant pillar of hope -- and suffering. Approaching its shiny glass doors, she paid no attention whatsoever to the front entry and instead went around to the side, normally where emergency teams bring patients for immediate treatment. Walking through the doors was no problem, as the doors were obviously not locked or obstructed in any way that might slow down EMS Teams. Once in, she was obviously spotted by the staff. The EMS Administrator was the first to approach. "Excuse me, miss. You can't..." "Yes, I can." Aliyana interrupted while discreetly showing a set of documents that bore the symbol of Republic Headquarters. The man had a slight look of shock on his face. "Follow me." The two walked into a small, plain room. Its walls white and small frames hung behind two small chairs and desk with degrees in medicine. "What can I do for you?" said the Administrator. "First thing I want you to do is verify that I am what my papers claim me to be. Are you the administrator who admitted your special guest?" she replied in a low voice. He only managed to say the words "You mean Cath..." before swiftly being told to go silent by Aliyana. "Yes, or no," she said in an extremely stern voice. "Yes." "Good. Then you have been given a *key* by the proper authorities. Use it." she said, handing him a small piece of paper. The mans fingers began to goto work on a nearby computer, what seemed to go on and on. The man began to bead sweat down his forehead as he looked back up at Nukilikatka returning a blank, cold scare. "All right," he began "Done. I see why you've come. Please, follow me." Shaking her head partially in disgust and partially in disbelief, she complied as she was lead down winding corridors unto an elevator, and then several more twisting halls and corridors. Finally, they stopped at a small door that was unguarded and not even locked. The administrator opened the door and the two walked inside. "This is the place," he said. "I can see that..." Aliyana replied coldly. Swiftly turning to meet the administrator face to face, she gave him a wrathful stare. "If you ever, EVER, neglect your duties like this again, I will have your head brought before the Republic Committee on a silver - fucking - platter... Do you understand me?!" she said, now nose to nose with the quivering man. "Y..y..yes, of...of course." In disbelief at the mans lack of self control, she was as furious as ever. "Get the hell out of my sight!" she shouted, sending him dashing for the door. Aliyana readjusted her posture and straightened her suit before turning to face the small white curtain. Slowly, she approached. As she looked around the corner, a battered woman came into view, laying motionless in bed with IV Drips and needles in her arms, and several cords leading to multiple machines. Catherine was barely recognizable, and to see a strong former leader be humbled to a hospital bed by one man was a wakeup call to leaders both in Eleytheria-Duo and around the world -- No matter what position of power, you are still mortal. Trying to keep composure at the appalling sight, Aliyana finally summoned the steel to call for the Shadow Guard, whom were not even present in the hospital. There was little she could do but wait, and soon she found herself pacing the floors around the room relentlessly, until finally what seemed like an eternity, several heavily armed men walked through the door dressed in a black uniform and carrying loaded weapons. The area began to be scoured as preparations were being made to move the President to Kugaaruk. Just then, a woman walked through the door holding a tray, a single syringe lay atop it. "I am sorry, did I miss something here?" the puzzled nurse asked. Aliyana uncrossed her arms and slowly approached; "I am sorry, but, may I ask what your business being here is?" "I was to give Lady Catherine her medication," the woman replied. Nukilikatka raised her eyebrow, "I was not aware she was to be recieving any futher medication this day. What is it?" "Just some pain killers to keep her comfortable." Aliyana nodded. "I would like to ask you for your hospital identification, please." The woman just stood there for a moment, and within a flash, the tray began to fall for the floor as the "nurse" fled from the room like nothing they had ever seen before. Aliyana's eyebrows raised in shock. "Stop her!" she screamed, pulling a sidearm from under her jacket. "Run her down!" Bursting through the door, the shadow guards as well as Aliyana charged into the hallway and began to charge the escaping woman. She was leading them through several corridors and hallways when she made a bolt to enter an elevator, but one of the shadow guards was right on her heels, he jumped through the doors and tackled her against the wall, her back pressing into the railing with a nauseating crack, fainting from the pain, they took her into custody only to realize she too needed medical treatment for a severe spinal injury. Walking back to Catherine's room, Aliyana grabbed a latex glove and a gauze, picking the syringe up, careful not to contaminate it with her prints before dropping it into the makeshift bag, tying the glove tightly and handing it to one of the Shadow guards. "Be sure to send that to a lab and have its contents examined carefully." "Yes, Ma'am," the large and bulky soldier said. Later that day, Catherine was put aboard an airplane to Kugaaruk. ____________________________________________________________ July 7 of 20XX Coral Harbol; 18:56 Unfinished business An order from Republic Headquarters was given to all the Islands of Eleytheria-Duo -- Evacuate. Coral Harbor was no different, despite the fact that the Socialists were not yet even on the Island. Civilians were quickly packing up whatever they could carry, only a few thousand refused to leave. The Antonov 124's and 225's began to slowly glide in to the airbase, people flocking to board the behemoths back to the mainland. The Konoshian and Eleytherian Soldiers stood atop the walls, slowly shaking their heads at the sight of trucks and cars leaving the city, stretched as far as the eye can see into the sunset. Aliyana stood atop the Hospital, witnessing the scene. Looking to her right, a lonely Eleytherian flag began to slowly sink out of view, obscured by rooftops. She let out a heavy sigh, scuffling around the rooftop for a moment to clear her thoughts, she now knew what Kevin asked of her. Walking across the structure and making her way down several flights of stairs, she made her exit from the now-abandoned hospital. Stepping through the ghostly streets was quite bone chilling, after a long walk, she found herself in front of the Konoshian Barracks. Without hesitation, she approached the large double doors as two Konosk guards stopped her. "Halt. Identify yourself and state your purpose here." "I am here to speak with the Garrison commander, I have orders from Republic Headquarters, and I must follow them just like everyone else," she said flashing her paperwork; The guards nodded and opened the doors. Slowly advancing into the moderately sized building, she seen Patrick and Tericho at a nearby table, discussing the evacuation operation. She approached, bringing herself to the attention of the two men. "Aliyana?" Patrick said surprised, "What are you doing here, I thought you were back at Kugaaruk?" "I was, but Kevin requested I come here. Catherine has been relocated to a Hospital back in the Capitol." "Ang'yertok, I heard that Command was taking action to relocate her to a more secure location. I also heard that there was a possible attempt against her life -- again." "Yes, we believe there was. The security in that place was apalling." "So what are you doing here, Aliyana?" "I am here to spread the word to our Konoshian allies and to relay a message to you, Coral Harbor is to be abandoned. Completely." "What...?" both Tericho and Patrick said at the same time. "Command wants this entire Island torched before the Socialists can gain another stronghold, we can't prevent the takeover of Baffin, but we can prevent the takeover here," she replied. "The entire Island?!" Tericho said, surprised. "Yes, once the evacuation is completed, the fuel is to be completely drained from every gas pump across the city and either transported, used, burned, or converted into weapons. The small 20 foot walls around the City are to be completely destroyed by controlled demolition, and as much food as possible is to be transported or destroyed. The order is also to move and/or destroy as many weapons, gunshops, tool factories, anything that can be used against us, it is to be completely eradicated." Both Patrick and Tericho could not believe what they were hearing. They looked at each other with a bit of confusion on their faces. "And what about garrisons?" Tericho asked. Aliyana nodded; "After the destruction, relocation or utilization of every item or structure named on this list," she replied, handing him a long piece of paper naming over 800 different items and buildings marked for targeting, "we are to then relocate our entire military force on the island to the mainland, and begin setting up a large defensive posture against airborne and seaborne assualts. Command feels it important to deny resources to the Adversary as well as conserve our strength." "My God..." Patrick said, looking at the floor and leaning back against the table, "Is this order being issued to all the Islands?" "Yes," Aliyana replied. "So, Tericho, will the Konoshians help us in this matter?" ____________________________________________________________ July 7 of 20XX Cape Dyer; 19:34 Vsevolod's Return Vsevolod Zuyev, the Socialist Colonel who tangled with a Konoshian Colonel by the name of "Retinrr," began to twitch in his hospital bed. Finally, he opened his eyes, squinting at the overhead lights on the ceiling. He was in a very pissy mood, glancing around, he tried to lift himself out of bed, but was met by an incredibly horrid ache in his gut. He tried again, swinging his legs out of the gurney. As he brought himself to his feet, the pain was next to unbearable. "Agh!" he cried out, quickly grabbing his belly. Several medical staff rushed to see what the commotion was about, and to their shock, a man who was near death was climbing out of bed only three days after nearly having his intestines cut out from an angry Konoshian. As he stumbled towards them, they panicked, urging him to climb back in bed. He merely gave them a loathsome stare and stumbled passed them, careful not to rip his stitches and loose his guts all over the freshly cleaned floor. It did not dawn on him that Retinrr may still be alive until he had left the trauma unit. Suddenly, his face filled red with anger. Slowly limping across the courtyard towards the Barracks, he knew what it was he would be doing after his recovery, and preliminary plans already began racing through his mind. Revenge would be had, this ... Retinrr would die by his blade, and his soldiers would bleed from their eyes by the time this war was through, he vowed it. Nearly busting the doors on the barracks down, several men at their desks were in disbelief, many jumping to their feet with a look of awe on their faces. He stared at them for a moment before pulling himself up the steps with a groan. "Colonel! You've returned!" a lieutenant said. Zuyev nodded, "What news?" "We are gaining ground all across Baffin Island, we are also beginning to pressure the Federalist bastards into surrendering key ground in the Spear. Reinforcements from home will be here tomorrow, and the Russians have declared war against us." The Colonel quickly focused his attention the man at the mentioning of the Russians before looking back at the rest of the men. "... Ch-rrrist!" he mumbled. "Oh, and Sir, you might be interested to know that we've captured an interesting Eleytherian soldier, we have been unable to crack him, but perhaps you could do better." Vsevolod began to slowly crack a smile at the thought of *dealing* with a Federalist. "Take me to him..." he said in an intrigued voice. "Right this way, Sir..." the Lieutenant replied, extending his hand out in the direction of the Prison yard. The walk was a long one for an injured Vsevolod, over half an hour had passed for him to stumble a distance that would take a healthy man only five. After entering the small shack, he was lead down a shadow-filled hall to a dank cell, where a brutally beaten man lay on the cold wet floors. "Sit him in a chair," Zuyev said, his smile returning once again. "And bring me my *tool* kit," he added. After the arrangements had been made, Zuyev stepped into the room with the young soldier, whom was bound to a small metal chair. One of Vsevolod's "Aides" walked to his side holding a pan full of cruel looking devices as well as common items. Picks, knives, saws, pliers, corkscrews, matches, scalpels, lighters, even magnifying glasses, toothpicks and scissors. "Your name," Zuyev began, asking the young man plainly. "Goto hell, you pig bastard." the cruelly bruised kid replied. Vsevolod began to finger the instruments, in a dilemma whether to start small or just get with it. He had very little patience after all that he had been though, but he decided to take it slow. Grabbing a knife, he smiled at the boy, "Are you left handed or right handed?" The soldier looked up at him, putting on a smile of his own, "Why, you going to cut off my fingers? Right handed, go ahead..." Suddenly, Vsevolod lost his smile and quickly rushed to the mans right side, placing the knife to the back edge of his elbow and slicing a gaping wound into his flesh. The sound of a human squeal filled the entire military base, leaving a grin on the Colonel's face and the soldier gasping to catch his breath. "Now ... your name..." "Corporal Joseph Manko..." "Good, good... Now, what can you tell me about the Yankee's troop movements?" Joseph began to laugh. "You'll have to do more than scratch my arm for that, you asshole." Vsevolod slowly walked behind the man and with another swift motion, put the blade between his arm and violently jerked upwards, slicing major nerves and leaving the man to violently convulse in pain once more, the screams becoming increasingly louder and more energetic. But Zuyev knew he was not ready to talk just quite yet, the torture session lasted for over an hour, squeezing all of the information he needed out of him, there was only one more question that he *wanted* from the Federalist bastard, who was now covered in blood and covered in cuts, bruises and burns. "Tell me, Joseph, we've become good friends this past sixty minutes, wouldn't you love to tell me where a Konoshian by the name of Retinrr is?" "Who?" Joseph asked. "Wrong answer..." the Colonel said. He quickly grabbed a small pick and jack and forced the mans mouth open, locking it with the jack. Quickly he took the pick and began violently ripping away at the gum line, working the pick up under the root of a tooth and ripping it from its socket, his unfortunate victim squealing in pain. "Ho-wee sschwit!" the Federalist tried to say, his tongue pinned between the jack and the bottom of his mouth, "I schware I don't know!" the answer was not good enough for the Colonel, and he quickly began working on other teeth, until he finally moved to the molars. But the man kept to his story. "Stand this fucking idiot up and take his pants off!" Vsevolod shouted, watching the guards strip the man to his underwear, "His underpants, too!" he shouted at them. The man was left standing naked, but soon the guards forced him back down into the chair. "Spread his legs!" the Colonel again shouted, grabbing a scalpel from the tray. Joseph squirmed wildly in a panic, crying in tears and screaming "No! No!" -- the Colonel looked the soldier in the eyes with the scalpel in his hand; "This will make you remember very quickly." In a lightning flash, cold steel met flesh as the razor sharp blade sliced through the left side of the soldiers scrotum, screams turning to deafening shrills, but the Colonel did not stop there, swinging the blade again he hit the right side, and slashed yet again in a horizontal motion. Gagging and gasping for air, and choking on his own blood, and saliva, the boy finally remembered something before being transported to Cape Dyer for defense duty. "I remember something!" he screamed "I remember! A Retinrr was based in Tavani! Please... Please stop...! Please........." Vsevolod smiled, "Okay, boy, Okay." In the blink of an eye, Vsevolod reached for the sidearm of his aide next to him, grabbing it and putting a bullet between the soldiers eyes. "Take photos of his bastards corpse, I will need them." ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Off the coast of Cumberland; 01:10 Andrey's approach Alexander Voronov, Red General of Socialist Forces in Eleytheria-Duo, was on the bridge looking at a map of Eleytheria-Duo, battle progress was going well, but he was disappointed with how slow headway was being made in Cumberland. Him and his staff were discussing the next battle plan when a woman dressed in a dark brown uniform and red collar bearing a hammer & sickle walked up to him and saluting him. "General, Sir." "Yes?" "Reinforcements have just arrived from the mainland, 200,000 strong." "Thank you. As you were." The woman walked off, and the crew went about their business while the officers plotted their next move. Fifteen minutes later, the door opened once more on the flagships bridge, but thiere was no messenger walking through the door this time. An average height man walked through the door, his hair and eyes as brown as tilled earth. Suddenly, the entire bridge quickly jumped to their feet and saluted the man, even the officers followed suit. The only one to hold his ground being Voronov. "Salute your Premier!" A man screamed angrily to Alexander. "That is all right, Son." Puzankov said, walking towards the large desk. "Premier Puzankov, it is a surprise to see you hear," Alexander said. "Yes, I thought I could lend my assistance rather than cower behind walls in Australia. I would be better put to use here." "We welcome all the assistance we can get, my Premier." "So what is the status?" Andrey asked the General as he began reviewing the maps. "We're gaining significant ground, but not as fast as I would have liked. The Federalists held their ground fiercely in the Cumberland peninsula, but rumor has it that they are retreating from the Islands." "Then what is stopping you from overrunning the Islands?" Andrey asked with a snap, slightly turning red at the cheeks. "We are meeting ... Resistance. They are not the regular army, most likely organized militias. Their IED's and traps are dangerous, but other than slowing our forces down, have done little to halt our progress." "I am disappointed," Andrey began to reply, "You've had over two weeks to take Baffin Island with superior forces, and you have not done so. The aircraft carriers are quiet, you should be launching sorties, not debating what brand of coffee to give the prisoners to drink in the morning." "I apologize, my Premier. I will begin making arrangements at once." "Don't trouble yourself, General. I will draw up a battle plan throughout the night. I only wish you to execute it. You should get rest, you will preform better once you do." "Yes, Sir." ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Kivitoo; 06:36 Siege at Kivitoo The morning sun began to rise once more, what was left of the Federalist and Menhadien troops lined the low walls of Kivitoo. Many yawned, shivering in the freezing morning arctic air. Just as they were getting comfortable, the ground began to rumble in a pattern that was very distinct with marching footsteps... *Thud* --*Thud* --*Thud* --*Thud* Moments later, a dark line appeared on the horizon. 500,000 Communist forces stood from one edge of the hill, to the other. The soldiers' faces became pale as the blood drained from their cheeks at the horrific sight, they were moments away from being sieged by an enemy that would love nothing more than to water the fields with their blood. The cities civilians were not entirely evacuated, either. They would have no choice but to hold their ground, and go down in history as those men who fought against all odds to save the lives of their brothers -- or die trying. But they were so few, only 20,000 men, against over half a million. Many said a silent prayer to their respective Gods, and made peace with the possibility of death. The Menhadiens began mounting machine-guns to the walls, as did the Eleytherians. But bullets would do no good against what would be coming at them on only moments time. War machines from the very pits of hell would soon begin to reign down weapons of death, destruction and chaos, and there wouldn't be a thing they could do about it. The commander of this massive army was Field General Illarion Golovin, responsible for leading Mercenary and Revolutionaries during the takeover in Australia. He was a ruthless commander that preferred raw brute strength over petty tactics. Looking across the small plain between the hill and the city, "This will be an easy victory," he thought to himself. He knew full well that the cities manpower was pathetic, and a success here should be without effort. Regardless, he was taking no chances... Socialist Allies, the Topaz, would be using their Objects to bomb the walls to the ground, while his own men used their 3,000 Katyusha rockets to blast the outskirts of the city into submission before unleashing the tidal wave of infantry to storm and capture the helpless city. The bombers were already in enroute, all he could do was wait. And he did so... Half an hour later, without a sound in the sky, a massive burst exploded against the walls, base stones over twenty tons were thrown through the sky like sticks, flames blew into the sky and what was left of bodies rained to the ground. Anybody unfortunate enough to stand upon the walls were instantly vaporized, survivors on either side of the breach were horrified, retreating from the battlements and began fleeing into the city. Illarion himself was shocked at the sight, he looked into the sky, but nothing was visible anywhere. Another explosion, this time twice the size of the first, shattered steel and pulverized stone, sending a shock wave that blew down entire structures around the blast zone, leaving a large crater in the ground where a once twenty-five foot high stone wall stood. Golovin grabbed his radio and ordered the Katyusha rockets to begin firing their barrages, missile batteries began emptying their entire salvos, and missiles leaped from their launchers with a loud hiss, golden trails of fire shooting from them. Peter Havgin, the Eleytherian commander in the city, quickly surveyed the breaches in the walls. "Somebody set up their machine-guns and watch them fucking breaches! Quickly!" he shouted. As he looked into the sky over the Socialists, a black cloud of smoke was all that was visible, his mouth dropped in horror. Soon the deafening roars typical of Katyusha rockets could be heard, everybody scrambled to find shelter behind anything they could, but it was too late... Thuds rang out throughout the city, rockets buried into the streets, exploding and hurling ball bearings as well as several hundred pound chunks of asphalt into surrounding structures and even people. Killing them on the spot. The barrage lasted an agonizing ten minutes. When all went quiet, the peace did not last for long, besides the wails and cries of the injured, the battle cries of half a million soldiers soon charged the gaping holes that once made up part of the cities defenses. Federal and Menhadien infantry quickly jumped into position with their weapons, watching the gaps closely, as the Reds jumped through the gaps, they put pressure on their triggers, sending hot lead slicing through the air, meeting their targets in the heads, chests, and abdomens of their victims, but the same was true for the Socialists, who wasted no time in returning fire with everything they had, rifles, grenade launchers, even RPG's. The skirmish raged for over an hour, however, there were simply too many communists, and a attempt breach was eventually successful. The Remnants of the Eleytherian and Menhadein troops, retreated as fast as they possibly could to escape through the gates on the opposite end of the City, which although probably being watched by socialist troops, would be only a fraction of what was attacking the east side. Even though it was not yet confirmed, Kivitoo was destined to fall. Citizens hid in their homes, or what was left of them, and prayed as soldiers in Red Uniforms marched through their streets, ate their food, drank their liqueur, and raised their flag... ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Cape Dyer; 08:12 A letter to Retinrr Vsevolod was done processing the photographs of the dead, mutilated body of the Eleytherian Soldier, as well as writing a letter to his greatest enemy -- Retinrr. He smiled inwardly as he placed it in its envelope and grabbed a common man of of the streets to deliver it, the reward; 100,000 Phi's. It was still hard to find someone willing to accept it, as many of the citizens were not happy with their occupiers. Regardless, he eventually found someone. They finally handed him the sealed letter. He was instructed not to open it, and to deliver it to the written address. So he made his trek, being given a car and instructions to find a way to cross the bay into Tavani. The journey took almost an entire day, but upon arriving at his destination, he walked up to the Konoshian fortress where he was told to halt. He explained that he had a letter from a Socialist Commander for one of their own, and was not allowed to open it. The Konoshians seemed to take it quite seriously. What they did not know was what the letter read;
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| Menhad | Oct 31 2007, 09:09 PM Post #72 |
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July 8 of 20XX Kivitoo; 09:42 The Steady Wave The Menhadien infantry had to pull back, the steady wave of Socialist troops were too many for the Menhadien troops. The Beserkers covered the retreating forces. The troops headed towards the heart of the city, in hopes that the inner defences could hold longer. "And the world did gaze with vast amaze at those fearless men, but few!" July 8 of 20XX Outside Kivitoo; 09:45 The Fury of the Guns On a hill over looking Kivitoo the Menhadien artillery opened fire on the advancing Socialist troops. The shreiking wail of the shells soon filled the ears of the Socialist forces. Raining shrapnel on the men, ripping gapping holes in them. High explosives destroying building and men. And the shells kept falling. July 8 of 20XX The Skies over Kivitoo; 10:04 The Skies rained blood "Alpha and Delta engage, Bravo stay back and wait for the signal" Pilot Hagen swiftly followed his flight leader towards the bombers over Kivitoo. His trained eyes glance around looking for the ambush, but the clear blue skies were empty of every but the bomber. Fear was in every man's heart, but for Hagen this was his first combat mission and all his hopes were placed on getting a kill. He nosed down and opened the throttle, the jet engine roared as he flew towards the bombers, he soon raced ahead a took aim at a bomber, who had taken notice of the F-22s and was trying to flee. "No you don't!" His sentence was marked with the sudden thrust of the afterbunner, the range was closing and the missile were locked on. The twin streaks of white raced out from under his wings and they met on the bomber's tail and wing. The explosion replaced the bomber with a cloud of red and black and the burning remains of the bomber rained down on the city like snow. July 8 of 20XX Kivitoo; 10:04 The Steady Wave The clatter of machine guns replaced the thuds of artillery as the infantry met and clashed in the city streets. The artillery had given the Menhadien and Federalist enough time to set up their defences but planned to make them fluid so they could be moved when the artillery began to target them. The Menhadien Raiders raced from weak spot to weak spot trying to hold the defences, the Menhadiens had deployed 100 Type II Elephants and these tanks, armed with twin cannons and .50 cal machine guns aided greatly in defence. But the numbers were too few to hold out for very long, much less win |
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| Konosha | Nov 1 2007, 10:38 PM Post #73 |
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July 7 of 20XX Coral Harbour Bugging Out "Will Konosha help in this matter? In Dismantling Coral Harbour down to the foundations?" Tericho said, astonished. Aliyana simply shook her head, yes. "Konoshian's are not ones to pack up camp and leave, dear Aliyana." Tericho said, slightly perturbed. "However the mainland is of far greater importance than the islands, the Konoshian forces here will regretfully help dismantle Coral Harbour..." There was no further need to contiune the conversation, there was a lot of work that needed to be done. The Konoshian soldiers began an immidiant break-down of every Konoshian and Eleytherian encampment in Coral Habour, by dismantling barracks, pillboxes, motor pools, and anything that wasnt bolted to the ground. Larger buildings, made out of concrete or far too large to be dismantled were either rigged with explosives, or set ablaze using the fuel siphoned from gas distributions. Eleytherians and Konoshians worked together, to set the very foundations from which they strived to defend to ash. It was clear that the Socialist's would gain nothing when they arrived in Coral Harbour, other than the satisfaction of being that much closer to the mainland of Eleytheria-Duo. There was no satisfaction to be gained by the Federalist's taking Coral Harbour apart, to them everything was being lost, for in the reflection in their eyes showed only what none of them thought they would ever see. Eleytheria-Duo burning. __________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Fort Groznyy Time and a Place Retinnr clenched the letter tightly in his hands. Retinnr's strain on the letter was so great that his finger's poked holes in the parchment, he wasnt angered about the note, but the fact that Vsevolod was still alive to write the note angered him. He should have died, but like cockroaches Socialists are robust, but they can be crushed all the same. This Vsevolod just needed a bit more stomping into the pavement, and Retinnr would be the one doing the stomping. Retinnr quickly spread the photo's of the mutalated Federalist soldier across the table, examining them closely. The body was completely stripped of honor and dignity, the Socialists didnt allow the poor boy even a dying wish. Though he could hardly feel sad, Retinnr had seen much worse than a soldier with his balls lopped off, he had seen things that made the worst attrocities man had ever seen, into small time homicides. Retinnr slide the photo's aside with his hand, grabbing the small trash can to his side over to the side of the table. He quickly swipped the photo's off the table and into the trash can, simultanouesly handing the trash can the nearest Konoshian soldier. "Pitch the trash can - and it contents - into the Incinerator, make sure none of the photo's survive." Retinnr said. "Yes, sir." The soldier obediently complided. Retinnr turned his attention back to the note, he had to take every word of it seroiusly, as the Socialists were keeping promise on their word to take over Eleytheria it could be as equally true they would try to take on Konosha. Retinnr knew what he had to do now, though. He needed to make a reply to the Socialist fiend, Vsevolod. Retinnr quickly made his way to the nearest computer, he was eager to make a reply, and even more eager to end this Socialist's life once and for all. __________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Three Thousand feet over Cape Dyer The Reponse A single Konoshian SF-29 flew low over the Socialist occupied territory of Nisi Baffin. The plane carried a single, empty, 2000 pound bomb filled with thousands of papers with only one note intended only for a special someone in Cape Dyer. The pilot looked at his GPS, he was nearing Cape Dyer, he looked out his canopy window and saw the fortress walls of the City. The pilot carefully dipped his nose to the left, and screeched a death-defying One hundred and fifty feet up from the ground. Most of the largest buildings in the city had been destroyed, and which ever ones were left were occupied by the Socialist forces, however one in particular was marked on the pilots GPS. It was where he would drop his payload. The pilot turned on his targeting system, which would enable him to drop the bomb right where he wanted, he choose right where the GPS system wanted him to drop it. His target was no further than 500 meters away when he forcefully jerked the trigger on his flight control. The plane wobbled upward slightly as the 2000 pound bomb left the plane and plumeted towards the target building. The pilot watched intently from his bomb camera as the bomb punched into the building with enourmous force. The pilot did not know whether or not the letter survived, but he was positive that whom ever was suppose to recieve it, definatly had their soul scared half way out of them as the bomb forcefully entered the Socialist Stronghold. The pilot inverted his plane, turned around, and quickly did another look-around to see the damage he had done. Thousands of papers fluttered out of a very cleanly punched hole in the side of the building, they all read as followed. "When, and Where, you Socialist rat?" |
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| NRE | Nov 5 2007, 01:55 PM Post #74 |
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July 8 of 20XX Coral Harbour Passing by The Russian Atlantic Fleet, an impressive 48 ship fleet cruised slowly as it was making its way to Hall Beach. Admiral Grigory Smyslov, a tall slender man in his late 40s with graying black hair and a beard kept well groomed. He was a regular smoker but preferred his pipe to cigarettes. His was on the balcony of his command ship, the RFS Moscow looking over the seascape of the area. The fleet was passing by Coral Harbour on their way to Hall Beach. They had heard chatter over friendly radio signals that the islands had been ordered to evacuate. Being so close the coast of Coral Harbour the Admiral could not help but feel that he should extend his hand to the natives of the island during this time. Entering back into the command deck of his ship he turned to his communications officer. "Send word to Eleytherian forces in Coral Harbour. Tell them who we are and ask if they need any assistance with their evacuation efforts" said Admiral Smyslov. "Aye Admiral" said the communications officer. Over a secure channel, this message was radioed to Coral Harbour:
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| Eleytheria-Duo | Nov 5 2007, 10:35 PM Post #75 |
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July 8 of 20XX Coral Harbour Russian Roulette --- Transmission --- To: Russian Atlantic Fleet From: Coral Harbor Military Command Negative. We've just received intelligence that a small group of Socialist ships are moving around Baffin Island and sneaking into the heart water of Eleytheria-Duo. Two destroyers and three frigates, to be exact. They must be stopped. Only two of our blue water naval vessels remain, neither are fit for combat at this time due to severe damage. We believe their target may be Nanisivik. If they fire upon the Cities defensive walls, their naval guns shells are too large for the masonry to withstand the pounding, they will fall within moments, leaving massive gaps for any future siege of the city to be far more successful. If you could ambush these ships they are en-route for us, we will not need to divert our Air Force away from bombing their supply lines and ammo dumps. We thank you for your understanding. God be with us all. ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Cape Dyer Vendetta Vsevolod was enraged as ever, he stumbled wildly across the barracks, almost knocking everyone over that he walked by. Holding his stitches, he looked at his men with an evil glare. "This bastard is to die. Send them a clear message, begin shelling every Konoshian outpost within range of the assets under my command." His lieutenant only nodded, there were only two in immediate range, both were only observation posts, but they still had minor military equipment that could prove to be a major threat to socialist advances. Minutes later, every artillery piece that was under Vsevolod's command began firing their 155mm shells into the sky, Konosha would pay for their insolence. When Vsevolod recovers, he vowed to bring the fight directly to this Konosk, Retinrr. ____________________________________________________________ July 8 of 20XX Kivitoo Hostile takeover Eleytherian and Menhadein troops slipped through the back gates, and were greeted by gunfire from Socialists laying siege from the opposite side of the city, but it was light compared to what was now marching through the streets right behind them. The berserker's were an inspiration, but also insane by Eleytherian standards. They were killing ten socialists to every one of theirs, but when you are outnumbered over 50 to 1, then suddenly the odds are no longer favorable. Even they too were forced to make a decision; Retreat with their comrades, or die from an angry mob. Firefights broke out along the ridge and the retreating forces, bullets ablazed across the cool air, but the socialist scouts decided to disperse rather than resist, allowing the Feds and Menhadiens to retreat. As the two armies fled to the top of the hill overlooking the City, the sight of a red flag being raised over town square was a demoralizing sight. Kivitoo was all but taken by the enemy, and only a few hundred stragglers that could not escape the city were left to fight the Reds. |
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