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| The Slovenian Affair; East German Retaliation | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 16 2013, 03:17 PM (471 Views) | |
| Whal | Sep 16 2013, 03:17 PM Post #1 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Vienna, Austria "What the hell happened out there?" A worried intern muttered whilst looking outside his 3rd story window. The thick gray smoke was just beginning to flow down the street towards his building, the Ministry of Interior. Through the smoke and increasing sound of sirens, he could see figures slowly making their way down the street. Many of them were bleeding and severely injured. Suddenly the door to his room swung open. "All nonessential personnel not with the Interior Security Committee vacate this room!" an angry voice commanded. Soon the room was filled with men and woman with scared and worried looks. Although the terrorist attack on the capital had just happened half an hour previous to their meeting, the group were all prepped briefly on the situation. A man in charge stood to address the committee. "I'm not going to sugar coat this for us. We've majorly screwed up, people. There are four burning buildings and hundreds of casualties out there that are all on us! We let some psychopaths with the intention of mass murder slip straight through our fingers. For Christ sake, we are the Interior Security Committee!" "You can't put this on us!" A woman yelled from across the table. "The Abwehr should have seen this coming! Where was our warning, where wa-" "Nonsense!" the chairman interrupted. "It is our JOB to stop these kind of things from happening regardless of our foreign intelligence. Those innocent lives were looking towards us for their protection and we failed them. Dammit, we owe it to them and their families to figure this out. I want contingencies, who is responsible for this act?" "....Well, It could be anybody. There are 25 organizations just this month that have been linked to immediate national security threats. Al Qaeda, SLA, AIM, the list goes on." A man responded as he sifted through documents. "No one's taking credit for it." "I want a jumping off point by the end of the hour" The chairman ordered, "You, get a response from all our overseas feelers and contact all the Abwehr connections we have. You, contact the embassies and see if their intelligence services have picked up anything. We are going to figure this out. GO!" The entire 3rd floor soon became the intelligence hub for the debacle. Individuals were rushing in and out gathering information, contacting various departments, and organizing a response. Outside, the emergency departments were running rampant to restore order and begin the reconstruction process. _______________________ Beljak, Slovenia The small Slovenian village of Beljak was home to no fewer than 408 people. Since it's integration into the Venetian Empire in 1821, the area had been a hotbed for political dissenters, criminals, army deserters, and resistance fighters. After the recent decline of the Venetians in the region, the villagers were free to spread themselves throughout the region and Slovenia as a whole. Soon, the entire country became nothing more than a haven for crime and terrorism. Not too soon after the Venetians fled the region, the East German Federation began to slowly monitor the area in fear for it's own national security. Covertly, small teams from the Abwehr and the Jagdkommando (Army Special Forces) began setting up connections with the locals. One of the first places they infiltrated was the village of Beljak. "Shit, Puma, can you believe they're calling this shit an accident?" The agent said as he analyzed the radio traffic from the Austrian capital. His partner shrugged. "That's what you get for listening to the media, brother. Switch frequency back to those guys we bugged yesterday. This has SLA stink all over it." Jaeger nodded and adjusted the frequency. Soon the voices switched from their local German to several frantic voices speaking Slovene. The two men listened inventively as the voices became more excited. "Wait, shit, play that back" Puma asked, "You hear that? That's the 4th time he's mentioned a wedding." Both men sat in silence and listened again. "Yea, bro" Jaeger nodded, "This wedding has been pinging for months and only now have they actually said anything about the capital. Yea, definitely, he just said the Metro Junction was a success. Pull out and scan radio traffic; look for anything mentioning a wedding or the capital." The machine breezed through hundreds of recorded airwaves that the Abwehr had jammed or eavesdropped on. Suddenly multiple files were highlighted from inside Slovenia, Croatia, and Hungary. "That one. Where's this one coming in from?" Puma requested. "From a compound in northern Croatia" Jaeger replied, "They're orchestrating some activity on the border with Slovenia. Its definitely in response to the attack. Sounds like they're re-enforcing the border between them and home. Bastards know were gonna find out." Puma sighed a deep sigh. "Alright, at least we know now. Contact Command asap, we gotta be ready to move quick." Edited by Whal, Sep 16 2013, 03:20 PM.
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| Whal | Sep 20 2013, 04:30 PM Post #2 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Vienna, Austria The days following the events of 9/15 had exacted a heavy toll on the East German leadership. The Krupp/Schlesinger government had received its share of internal criticisms prior to "Black Sunday", but the irrefutable truth that the government had allowed armed terrorists with designs for mass murder walk idly into population centers left an almost unforgivable bad taste in the mouths of East Germans everywhere. Thus was the atmosphere which greeted the Chancellor when he stepped in the national spotlight to address a bitterly aggravated public. Needless to say, it ended much as one would expect - Schlesinger and the cabinet were inadvertent murderers. Overly critical? Perhaps, but Schlesinger felt responsible despite polite reassurances to the contrary. At least his government could take solace in that they had identified the true murderers. The Slovenian Liberation Army, the SLA, had fought a constant guerilla and terror campaign against their Venetian occupiers since their homeland was annexed by the Venetians long ago, and now they favored the East Germans who meddled in their country with even more contempt. For days the Abwehr, assisted by the Jagdkommando, had been efficiently gathering and analyzing intelligence on the organization. What they failed to analyze months prior to "Black Sunday" they treated with immense consideration. Not long after the attacks, Abwehr operators on the ground were able to provide the Oberkommando der Osterwehr with a viable course of action in Slovenia. So set the stage for Schlesinger as he walked briskly down the hallway of the 3rd floor of the Ministry of the Interior. "Everyone remain seated" the Chancellor ordered coldly as he entered the room, "I want updates. What's occurring on the ground?" "Wolfsrudel 2 and 3 are in position and awaiting orders, 1 and 4 are en route." A general responded quickly. "We estimate the majority of hostiles to be in the foothills approximately 10 miles outside Beljak. However, satellite imagery is picking up some unidentified traffic inside the village." "Possible HVTs?" Minister Brandt questioned. "Negative" an Abwer official responded, "Its more probable that they're SPA. Friendlies." Schlesinger leaned forward onto the table. "Regardless, inform the teams on the ground to be wary. The last thing we need is to run into an ambush on our first mission" He said, then turning to the Abwehr official, "Get into contact with the SPA asap and make sure all they're men are accounted for." "We have Wolfsrudel 1 on the line." An adjunct said, transferring the frequency. Schlesinger sighed, "Alright, lets go to work." ____________________ Beljak, Slovenia "Ah, fuck." Jaeger cursed as his pick up truck temporarily fish-tailed on the muddy Slovenian road. Puma chuckled at his partner's brief discomfort before looking back to make sure the rest of the team was managing alright on the truck's bed. They were holding on tight, as the pick-up sped down the rural dirt road towards the village. In front of them, Wolfsrudel 4's van wasn't fairing much better as the vehicle gained altitude at each section of damaged road. "Stop smirking and radio Command." Jaeger requested, his eyes never leaving the road. Puma complied and confirmed their location - 5 minutes out. "Wolfsrudel 1, be advised, there are multiple unidentified individuals who have entered the town. Check in with the SPA when you enter, but otherwise proceed with caution. Follow current objective and rendezvous with the VIP." The voice said into their headsets. "Probably nothing" Puma said to Jaeger, "but, we should probably contact Panther and the rest of Wolfsrudel 3 and see what's up" Jaeger grunted, but otherwise said nothing preferring to concentrate on the road. Soon enough both teams could see the village and were stopped by a friendly SPA gate checkpoint. "These Sasha's guys?" Jaeger asked as he pulled up to the checkpoint. Puma shook his head, "Nah, but they're friendly." Soon the armed men surrounded the operators and inspected the vehicles. "Its quiet here" Jaeger asked the guard in Slovenian, "Any sign of trouble?" "Nah, everything's good here." The man replied cooly, "No SLA for sometime now." Jaeger nodded and soon the vehicles were cleared to enter Beljak. They proceeded down the main city street and stopped occasionally to alter their current path. The village seemed eerily quiet and something still didn't sit right with Puma. Just as the thought began t leave his mind, the vehicles pulled down a side street flanked on both sides by high-rises and low hanging balconies. Both teams closed the gap slightly, and proceeded until they ran into another roadblock. These men, however, wore different uniforms and were speaking a foreign language - Croatian. Puma ordered both teams to remain cool and slowly turn the vehicles around, but it was too late; the Croatians were practically upon them and speaking frantically. Soon they appeared on the balconies and rooftops surrounding the convoy and they began raising they're weapons at the East German operators. Almost immediately, shots were fired and a Croatian fell dead. Not long after the street erupted into gunfire and the leading vehicle was knocked out by an RPG. Jaeger slammed on the reverse and backed out of the alley. Once at a safe distance, Wolfsrudel 1 dismounted the pick-up and proceeded to make their way to their comrades. "Tiger, you and the others hear me? You alright?!" Puma screamed into headset. Luckily, Tiger's voice answered and confirmed, miraculously, that all four of his team were still alright and actually gaining ground from the Croatians. Puma and the rest of Wolfsrudel 1 ran in the direction of the gun-fire, knocking down enemy insurgents as they attempted to engage Wolfsrudel 4 from the rear. However, the firefight continued to be situational and both teams reasoned that in order to reach their rendezvous point they would have to continue separated. "Shit, you think Sasha sold us out?" Jaeger asked as the team was running. "I dunno, but I still wanna find his ass" Puma growled, "C'mon we gotta reach that rendezvous point!" Both teams continued to engage target left and right; on each and every side street and alleyway in the village. Eventually, the two met at the rendezvous point - a huge walled compound where they were supposed to meet with the VIP. Wolfsrudel 1 breached the main gate, whilst their compatriots entered the compound from an adjacent rooftop. The firefight which ensued afterwards was the most brutal part of the night thus far, and despite the operators advanced training, one of Tiger's men was very badly injured by an RPG. However, the teams eventually secured the compound and prepared for the final assault on the locked garage. Both teams lined up behind one another as Jaeger prepared the breaching charge. Once the door was blasted from its hinges the brief ensuing engagement appeared to transcend in slow motion. The remaining Croatians put up a last ditch defense and a hooded and bound figure was desperately moved to a large truck. Recognizing that the captive might be Sasha, the VIP, Puma made his safety the upmost priority and he neutralized the threat. Soon the entire village was once again quiet. Once they had secured and ID'd the captive as their VIP, the teams exited Beljak for good, leaving clean-up duty to Panther and the rest of Wolfsrudel 2 and 3. "What the fuck was that back there!?!?" Jaeger questioned Sasha. "You set us up!" "That was the SLA" Sasha said begrudgingly, "They have spies and mercenaries everywhere. You must find them, find them and kill them all!" "Why should we trust you?" Puma asked, keeping a level head. "You really expect us to trust you after all that?" "Please, you must understand" Sasha pleaded, "The SLA torture collaborators, they extort the civilians who disagree with their views and consort with your government in any way. I have a family. I want them to be safe, to have a life. Do you NOT understand?!" "Ok, OK!" Puma said trying to calm Sasha down. "Where are the enemy?" "There" Sasha said pointing the mountains in the distance, "Dinarides. 500 hundred fighters, or more." "Shit, were gonna need a bigger boat." Tiger said lightheatedly. OOC: I adapted a large part of this story from the recent Medal of Honor game, specifically the Prologue mission. Just as a disclaimer :D Edited by Whal, Sep 20 2013, 04:41 PM.
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| Whal | Sep 25 2013, 10:54 PM Post #3 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Vienna, Austria Once the Jagdkommando had gathered all the necessary information they could find in Beljak, and transported it to their constituents in the Abwehr, the next phase of operations in Slovenia could begin. With the East German public's opinion garnered toward war and the intelligence provided by the VIP, military planners inside the Ministry of Interior were ready to push raising the military presence in Slovenia beyond just tier one operators. However, Parliament, fearing an international backlash to full scale invasion, decided to reject the notion in favor of closer reliance on the Jagdkommando teams and their advisement of the friendly SPA. The Slovene People's Army had been formed recently as a local opposition to the growing influence of the SLA. Better equipped, and supplied by the East German government, the SPA were nevertheless the weaker of the two despite their foreign backing. The SLA's terror campaign was not relegated solely to the East German public. However, back at the homefront, the Oberkommando der Osterwehr could take solace in that Parliament granted the Luftwaffe the ability to exercise air strikes in moderation to protect the limited special forces in country. It was Parliament's hope that the SPA could be relied upon to seize key locations and then guard them from SLA counter attacks. The result would be the procurement of various forward operating bases for which the SPA could resupply and cooperate with limited East German forces. Reeling from Parliament's decision, members of the military command were now forced to continue operations with the limited powers they were allowed. Chancellor Schlesinger arrived just in time for the next meeting. "Alright, you know the drill people", He said as he took his seat, "What are our options on the ground?" The consensus among the various politicians and generals in the room was that they were being strong armed by Parliament. How could they truly achieve supremacy on the ground when the only East German personnel in Slovenia amounted to a measly 300 men? The maximum amount allotted by Parliament, non negotiable. "Well, we've outlined multiple zones of importance all throughout the country based on economic, military, or transit importance and have run these by the SPA leadership", General Fromm, Commander of Operations in Slovenia, stated flatly, "As you can probably imagine, they had concerns." "Of course they did", Schlesinger responded visibly annoyed, "Gentlemen, I will continue to lobby Parliament on our behalf, but until then we are forced to work with the powers that be. What are the SPA's concerns, have they not received this month's shipment?" "No, they have", Fromm answered quickly, "They're just afraid to use it as always." A light chuckle from throughout the room. "They are concerned with the high chance of multiple casualties and the drop in public support. The SPA doesn't usually initiate offensive actions." "My god", Schlesinger said in disgust, "How do they expect to win a war? No matter, if they wish to resume receiving Federal aide and assistance then they're going to have to fight for it. We need those airfields and shipyards if were going to do this cleanly, and the SPA are all we've got. Explain to them they'll be working with the Jagdkommando teams and even throw in the promise of our air support. I want Maribor International and Izola taken immediately. Call Panther and the rest of Task-force Mitternacht and get them up to speed asap. Dismissed." With that the room was vacated and the forces were put in motion. ___________________________ Maribor International Airport, Slovenia An RPG exploded not 25 feet from the left side of Jaeger's vehicle sending debris and fragments whizzing past his head. He ducked slightly to avoid the shrapnel, but a miniscule piece flew through the driver's side window, shattering the glass, and cutting him slightly on the cheek. Jaeger curst, but Puma placed his hand on the wheel to stabilize the vehicles course. "Nothing but a scratch, brother", Puma reassured him, "Let's get the fuck outa of this kill zone." Jaeger punched on the gas and the vehicle accelerated to a staggering 85 mph, well beyond what the operative assumed the old truck could do. The other trucks in the attacking SPA column followed suit, and the infantry struggled to keep pace with them. Soon Puma and the other SPA trucks were in an appropriate range to open up with their DShKs and their mounted gunner took advantage of the opportunity. "I fucking hope Sasha's intel on this place was solid", Jaeger scowled, bullets smacking the top of the truck. Then a loud thud. "Shit, Yuri's hit!!" He said, finally pulling the truck off open ground and in front of the gate. "Sturm, get on that gun and shread these bastards!" Puma ordered as he shot his M416 out the window. Soon the SPA's infantry caught up to the stationary vehicles and were able to support the main assault through the gate. With SPA forces holding back the majority of the incoming insurgent fire, Wolfsrudel 1 and 4 dismounted their vehicles and prepared to flank through some auxiliary hangers to reach their main objective - the air control tower. For what felt like hours, Jaeger, Puma, Tiger and the rest of their team fought through every aspect of the airfield, even retracting once to assist SPA forces in breaking through the gate. Eventually, the operators managed to fight their way to the outskirts of the control tower. There they were pinned by heavy sniper and RPG fire. "Bastards got us pinned down good", Tiger spat as he huddled behind a large truck, "Hey Jaeger, wanna help us out here?" His thumb pointing towards the tower. Jaeger grabbed his PSG-1 sniper rifle and laid prone underneath the truck. The tower was several hundred feet away, so Jaeger adjusted accordingly and waited for the mussel flashes. He opened fire in slow, calculated shots until every last insurgent was no longer moving. They never even saw him. With the long range threat neutralized Wolfsrudel 1 and 4 moved up to enter the tower. Once inside, the operators faced a determined resistance with close quarters fighting from room to room. Each and every room held maps and information of troop movements, but they couldn't stop now and risk losing any momentum. They continued to press on, getting higher up the tower through a spiral staircase. In the lead, Puma rounded the corner only to be ambushed by an insurgent with a knife. He quickly and expertly disarmed the man by breaking his arm and then flipping him over his shoulder and onto the ground. He finished with a coup'de'gras - a tomahawk to the man's head. "Goodnight", he said before continuing up the stairs to the control room. Puma kicked the door in, threw a flash bang, and then entered with his comrades only to find the room empty. However, they were far from in the clear, and soon a transmission was broadcast through their headset. "Task Force Mitternacht, be advised, you have a serious concentration of hostile infantry and armor approaching from the foothills in the northeast", the voice said, "Request that you move to over watch and provide eyes for CAS." Puma ran to the partially destroyed window and looked beyond the foothills with his binoculars. Sure enough, multiple insurgents appeared through the mountain pass accompanied by technicals and several T-72 tanks. The overwhelming power of the counter attack was poised to recapture the airfields and overrun the SPA defenders engaging the enemy on the outskirts. "Ok, Jaeger, get on that module and laze some of those vehicles for straffing and bombing runs", Puma ordered, "SPA won't be able to hold the perimeter without it." Jaeger complied and soon the skies were packed with Panavia Tornado's and Eurofighter Typhoons of the East German Luftwaffe. Heavy cannons and self guided missiles soon rocked the enemy forces, and sent man and material in all directions. The entire counter attack was annihilated in little less than 15 minutes, and soon the voice returned confirming no more enemy movement. In fact, multiple success stories were being reported all across the board as multiple important areas were successfully seized by the SPA and their Jagdkommando advisers. "Good job guys, we just took an airfield", Tiger said rather unenthusiastically. His team mainly nodded and patted each other on the back. "Great, can we go home now?", Sturm joked taking a moments rest. All of the men knew it was probably unlikely. 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| Whal | Sep 30 2013, 05:46 PM Post #4 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Kucja Valley, Slovenia With Maribor secured, and East German advisors and supplies being airlifted into the region almost daily, the Oberkommando der Osterwehr was ready to begin escalating offensives all across Slovenia. Much to their delight, Parliament had finally approved of increased military presence, and the leadership was determined to take the fight to the heart of the SLA's stranglehold over the entire country - the Dinarides Mountains. Held up in thousands of cavernous networks, and supplied by convoys travelling through the Kucja Valley, the SLA were still firmly entrenched in the region. In response, military commanders set up in the newly captured base at Maribor sent in tier 1 Jagdkommando teams to track and mark the enemy convoys for the newly operational AC130 Gunship sent from Austria. Task Force Mitternacht, travelling light and covertly on ATVs, were implanted into the region to accomplish the task. The terrain was rough and highly mountainous in the Kucja Valley, and Panther questioned why so many Slovenians chose to live in the small hamlets which Wolfsrudel 2 passed through so frequently. His ATV had almost taken a spill twice tonight rounding the practically 90 degree turns on the side of these cliff sides. He would try to remember that as Wolfsrudel 2 snuck into the SLA's compounds to place IR beacons on the weapon's trucks. Fleeing down these roads under fire would be twice as dangerous as the SLA. Soon the first Hamlet was within view. "Go dark, boys", Panther said, dimming the ATVs lights and cutting the engine. Wolfsrudel 2 was practically alone tonight, as the rest of Mitternacht was dispersed too far to deliver any assistance, so Panther entered each hamlet with caution. He split the four man team into two fire groups; himself and Blitz would enter head on, whilst Jaguar and Lowe would flank the village from the rear. The teams entered silently, executing the SLA guards without ever alerting a soul, but they arrived just as the trucks were leaving. The teams reconnected and cut through a seemingly ordinary building. However, once inside Wolfsrudel 2 uncovered valuable intelligence. "Whoa, you seeing this Panther?", Blitz said examining an SLA map of the region, "If these are enemy positions then were gonna have our hands full." Panther looked closely at the map and radioed Maribor. "Basecamp, its Panther. The enemy's almost exclusively in the mountains, and there's about twice as many as previous intell had reason to believe." "Roger, copy that W2", the voice answered, "Listen, General Fromm wants to send in the Gerbilsjaeger and the ground troops ahead of schedule." Panther frowned. "Not advisable, Arty, situations' different now, plus the SPA's moving in tonight. That general is hundreds of miles away and is making calls based on gun'ho instincts. He's gonna screw up everything we've worked on thus far." "He doesn't want the SPA", the voice replied, "He wants our boots on the ground." "He needs to listen to the guys on the ground" Panther replied annoyed, "Its called search and destroy for a reason and it doesn't work so well in reverse. Stall him." "Roger, W2, I'll do what I can", The voice replied. With the intelligence gathered and relayed back to base, Wolfsrudel 2 went back to their ATVs and cut around to the next hamlet. This time the trucks hadn't even arrived, and the operators got into their positions. This time Panther and Blitz took the high ground and provided sniper support, whilst Jaguar and Lowe infiltrated the hamlet and waited for the trucks. In a short while, they arrived and stopped to refuel. Careful not to alert the whole hamlet, Jaguar and Lowe silently killed the men they could get away with, whilst Blitz knocked out some of the insurgents in the watchtowers. Quickly and expertly the beacons were planted on the trucks, and they continued on their paths. Once they were gone, Wolfsrudel 2 finished off the remaining men. "Nicely done, boys", Panther radioed, "Now lets move, we've got some more trucks to find." ______________________ Maribor Forward Command Center, Slovenia Maribor International Airport had been quickly altered from a civilian airstrip to a military command center encompassing all the necessary amenities. It was Maribor which would receive all orders incoming from Vienna, and it would be Maribor which would be the nexus for all East German and SPA operations. Just arrived from Vienna was TF Mitternacht's CO Colonel Arnold Klein or, as he was affectionately know by his men, "Arty". Current acting commander of all East German personnel, Colonel Klein was responsible for all immediate military decisions, unless contacted by his superiors in Vienna. Quite often, General Fromm would check in, make unreasonable or unpractical demands, then cut transmission immediately. This made Klein's mission extremely difficult and put his men is difficult positions to which results were usually minimal. Colonel Klein had just switched to the thermal imagery from the single AC130 gunship overlooking the Kucja Valley when General Fromm appeared on the big screen. "Sir, Wolfsrudel 2 has just reported all trucks have been marked and are ready for tracking", Klein said turning to face Fromm. "Excellent, but did I not order you to send in the ground troops?", General Fromm said annoyed, "What's the status on our infantry units?" "Were sending in the SPA now, Sir. The ground troops are still being unloaded and garrisoned and won't be active until 08:00 tomorrow.", Klein replied. General Fromm scoffed, "Well were appreciative of the SPA's contributions, but you have 4 whole regiments ready to bring the fight to the SLA's doorstep. I want those men fighting ASAP, Colonel." Just as the general finished his statement, G557, the AC130 on standby over the Kucja Valley switched its sights to a convoy of vehicles rounding a rocky mountain road. Colonel Klein's focus shifted. "G557, are those vehicles ours?", Klein requested. "Not sure, Sir, they're not responding to our glint and they appear to be registering weapons.", the operator responded. "Well, are they friendly?", General Fromm inquired, "We've had reports of ambushes in that area and they're allegiance is paramount." "Still no response, Sir", the operator responded. "Well, you have unidentified vehicles in a hostile area registering weapons", Fromm clarified, "G557, you are cleared to engage those vehicles." "Wait, Sir, we don't have positive ID's on those veh-", Klein tried to protest. "G557, that is a direct order", Fromm repeated, "I repeat, you are cleared to fire on those vehicles." The AC130 gunship opened fire on the convoy with its low caliber weapons, sending the vehicles in the convoy into a dead stop and then a frantic panic. Soon a transmission was picked up from TF Mitternacht. "Basecamp, The SPA convoy is taking direct fire!", Puma recorded, "Requesting immediate assistance, I repeat, requesting immediate assistance on grid 230619!" "Shit, ceasefire, CEASEFIRE!", Panther yelled, "G557, you are engaging the SPA convoy! Shit, the SPA are bugging out! I repeat CEASEFIRE!" Colonel Klein went white. "G557, Stand down. I repeat, stand down, you are engaging friendlies!" He ordered frantically, but the transmission from G557 showed the trucks turning around and retreating. "Sir, we've lost the SPA convoy. They're pulling back to Beljac", Klein said shaking his head. "The SPA don't make or break this, Colonel" Fromm said detached from his blunder, "Once the Gerbilsjaeger are outfitted send them into the valley. With the Wolfsrudel teams in support, calling in airstrikes, there will be hardly any resistance." "Sir, we should wait for the SPA and TF Mitternacht to better survey the area before we go in 100%", Klein said trying to regain control in someway. "Colonel, your not hearing me", Fromm said condescendingly, "Send in the ground troops! Are we clear?" "Crystal, Sir" Klein said distraught. Fromm disconnected the feed directly after. "Fuck, send in the Gerbilsjaeger", Klein said in an irate manner as he stormed out of the room. |
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| Whal | Oct 4 2013, 04:48 PM Post #5 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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In the shadow of the Triglav Peak, Slovenia Posted Image A heavy snowstorm the previous night had blanketed the valley in a thick coat of white. However, it wasn't the cold wind which bothered Corporal Hans Freisling and the rest of his company, but the eerily quiet atmosphere which greeted them upon their aerial deployment into the valley. Indeed, the introduction of the 104th Grenadier and 57th Gerbilsjaeger Divisions into the valley had definitely not gone unnoticed by the SLA, so where were they? Strangely, the company's radio operator was reporting a similar story across the entire eastern side of the country - no contact! After a brief moment of astonishment, Freisling's CO garnered the men's attention and they began to proceed to their objective - the Triglav Summit Basin. There they would link up with the 10th Armored Division and clear the area for the 57th who would be trekking up Triglav itself. "On me, people!", the CO screamed, as he began jogging towards the distant basin. The walk would not be a quick or easy one, and it took the 104th 12 hours to reach the outer perimeter of the basin. By the time the Grenadiers reached their desired resting spot they were exhausted, sweating, and soaking wet in melted snow. Freisling and the other members of his company decided the moment was perfect for a quick nap, and they allowed themselves to relax in the deep snow. Their CO looked feverishly through his binoculars for the smoke trails of the vehicles of the 10th Armored - they were nowhere in sight. Taking their moment of rest in stride, Freisling and the rest of the company played a friendly game of football. Here they were, the main thrust of the East German invasion of Slovenia, playing football in the snow. The CO soon put a stop to that. "Hey, you men!", The CO yelled to them, "Cut that shit out! There's a war on her-" CRACK! His words were cut short by a sniper's bullet. The CO's lifeless body dropped dead, his blood soaking the snow in a dark crimson. The remaining Grenadiers scattered for hard cover as incoming fire rained down on them from mountain's edge. The once quiet valley now became an inferno of concentrated small fire. The Grenadiers, relying on their superior training, took calculated shots at the insurgents exposing themselves to fire down at them. Possessing superior fire support, the 104th managed to kill enough of the SLA to cause a general retreat. With the insurgents properly dealt with, Freisling and the other soldiers called in CASEVAC for their wounded and injured. They had sustained only one casualty - the unlucky CO. Shortly after, the Grenadiers welcomed by the sight of the 10th Armored, who had conveniently just missed the engagement. The next few days were characterized by small engagements with SLA forces as the Osterwehr attempted to gain complete control over the Kucja Valley. With the help of friendly SPA militia and over watch provided by the Wolfsrudel teams, the ground forces were eventually able to label the entire valley as secure. Once the 57th had been airlifted into the foot of the basin, operations into the heart of the SLA strongholds in the Dinnarides could begin. Within a few days the Gerbilsjaeger, with assistance from the Wolfsrudel teams, would begin assaulting the Dinnarides and ridding the SLA from the region as whole. Their first stop would be assaulting the mighty Triglav Peak, a.k.a "the Pride of the Slovenes". The Osterwehr and, ultimately, the East German leadership, were in high hopes to end military operations in the region within 2 months. Posted Image |
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| Whal | Oct 13 2013, 07:46 PM Post #6 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Upon Triglav Peak, Slovenia The past few weeks upon "The Pride of the Slovenes" had been an arduous undertaking for the 57th Gerbilsjaegar and their Jagdkommando compatriots. The initial journey up the mountain had been simple enough, with little to no resistance and only terrible weather conditions, however, as they traveled farther up the mountain they were met with a determined resistance from the remainder of the SLA insurgents who defended the region's last major outpost. An intricate tunnel system, accompanying machinegun nests, and booby-trapped sections within Triglav itself were ever increasing examples of the SLA's determination to hold the peak. The reality of the situation, at least to the men battling within Triglav, was that the Dinnarides were far more infested with enemy personnel than previously believed. Taskforce Mitternacht, having been in the region for months, had warned the Oberkommando of this ever since the early raids in the surrounding Kucja Valley, yet their advice had largely been ignored by commanders in Vienna. Now, waist deep in snow and surrounded by hostiles, the Wolfsrudel teams were constantly reminded of the ignorance of their leaders. All they could rely on now was each other, as well as the god send that was the Luftwaffe. More than once an AC130 or Tiger pilot had saved their asses; dropping CAS on enemy emplacements or preventing them from being encircled. Puma resolved that he would thank those men personally when he got off the mountain. If he got off the mountain. Each day brought with it a new and difficult assignment. Move up the mountain, kill the enemy, gather intelligence, provide CAS for the 57th, and sneak around SLA encampments which were far too large - even for Taskforce Mitternacht. This particular day was no different. The Jagdkommando operator thought as he hiked up a steep ridge with the rest of Wolfsrudel 1 and a contingent from the 57th. Somewhere ahead of them would no doubt be an enemy sniper, mine, or HMG emplacement, and the men proceeded with caution. "Maybe, just maybe, we'll have a quiet day", Sturm muttered in jest, as the soldiers entered a small clearing. "Shut up, man", Puma responded angrily. "The more you run your mouth the greater chance the SLA will blow it off." Just like clockwork one of the Gerbilsjaeger squad stepped on an old shoe mine, blowing his entire leg off under the knee cap. The explosion was overpowered only by the young man's screams of agony. His buddies quickly ran over to his side to check on his vitals - no other injuries. As the medic attempted to treat the injured man, small arms and RPG fire erupted from the surrounding ridges directly at the East German soldiers. The men quickly dragged their injured friend behind cover and proceeded to return fire at the SLA insurgents. Puma and the rest of his team quickly surveyed the surroundings and returned fire themselves. "Motherfuckers! I'm sick of this shit!", Jaeger cursed, as he fired his MG4 LMG. "Fight us head on you cowards!" Puma quickly turned to his left, noticed a camouflaged spider hole, and waved the rest of the team over. The rest of the Gerbilsjaeger covered them, but they were becoming pinned as the SLA opened up on them with an emplaced DShK. Chunks of rocks chipped off their cover as the incoming fire plastered the position with heavy, but erratic bursts. "I wonder if this goes anywhere useful?", Sturm questioned, looking at the tunnel entrance. Presuming it led to a flanking position. "Doesn't matter, we're going!", Puma ordered, as he bashed the lock off the door. He quickly chucked a grenade into the opening and closed the door. "Alright, eyes open in there. Check your corners and watch each other's back, understood?", Puma commanded, as the team nodded. "Tell that G-squad were going to try to flank these bastards." Wolfsrudel 1 entered the tunnel carefully, but it was pitch black. Puma quickly activated his NOD's in time to witness a confused SLA insurgent reach for a weapon. Puma raised his weapon to fire, but it jammed suddenly. Reacting quickly, he charged the insurgent and knocked him to the ground. With the rest of the team scrambling to find an opening for a shot. Puma, without any light, groped for his tomahawk and upon finding it, drove it through the base of the man's skull. With his teams assistance, he rose to his feet and continued down the tunnel. Not long after, the team emerged on the other side directly to the flank of the DShK emplacement. The insurgents noticed their sudden appearance, and danger to their position and quickly turned the gun to fire on them instead of the Gerbilsjaeger. The team scrambled for cover as the heavy fire from the gun began shifting in their direction. With the focus on Wolfsrudel 1, the Gerbilsjaeger advanced on the gun from their positions. With enemies on both sides, the emplacement was conflicted and it allowed both sides to advance and eventually suppress the gun. Jaeger threw a signal beacon into the gun's cupola and quickly retreated to cover. Seconds later, a Typhoon attack aircraft streamed by and dropped a small sized bomb on the emplacement; obliterating the gun and its inhabitants. Once again the clearing was silent. "Shit, how's that for close air support!", Sturm exclaimed. The team quickly linked back up with the Gerbilsjaeger and took some time to investigate. As some of the 57th called in CASEVAC for their wounded friend, Puma surveyed the battlefield. He had noticed something odd about his close encounter with the insurgent in the tunnel and he had noticed that these men were better equipped, better trained, and dressed slightly differently. Plus, the man in the tunnel was cursing in a language he was unfamiliar with. It was only until he gathered items from the dead men that he surmised they weren't all typical SLA soldiers, not even common Croatian mercenaries. These men were from another organization entirely, and they're dead were ominously laying next to SLA insurgents. Puma didn't have long to rationalize, and soon Panther's voice was rigging in his ear from his head set. "Puma, be advised, I'm picking up serious foot traffic from a few clicks from your position", Panther stated. "They're coming in to investigate after that little party you boys just had. Prepare for another fight." Puma quickly ordered the men to place trip wire mines on some of the dead bodies, and then to find positions overlooking the clearing. Just as the enemy entered the valley, the last of the East German soldiers had found their positions. The enemy group consisted of the standard SLA insurgents and Croatian mercenaries, yet they were also accompanied by the new unknown soldiers. Puma ordered the men to remain calm as the enemy soldiers investigated the scene. One of them, an SLA insurgent, moved a dead comrade only to be blow up by a trip wire mine. It was just deserved karma, but still the East Germans remained quiet, as the insurgents closed in to help their comrade. The men were speaking frantically and in many languages: Slovenian, Croatian, and two knew languages. Puma then realized what they were - Hungarian and Serbian. He then knew they must be dealing with a trans regional organization. Once they were congregated around the injured man, Puma and the rest opened fire. The enemy soldiers were caught off guard and quickly dispatched. Puma and the rest soon emerged to check the bodies. Jaeger was amused for delivering an ambush instead of being part of one, until he saw Puma's expressions. "What's up?", He asked concerned. "These aren't average SLA trash", Puma said sternly, "These bastards are Hungarian. This guy here is Serbian. What the hell are all these guys doing here in Slovenia?" "Wait, all these fuckers don't even like each other. Aren't Croats and Serbs ethnic rivals? Slovenes and Hungarians hate each other too", Jaeger asked, confused. "What the hell is going on?" Puma looked away in a mixture of confusion and frustration. "I don't know, brother", he said. "But, I don't like it" Edited by Whal, Oct 13 2013, 07:48 PM.
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| Whal | Oct 18 2013, 03:39 PM Post #7 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Deeper Within Triglav Peak, Slovenia Posted Image The wind was howling louder now, and Puma was afraid the next gust would send him spiraling the several thousand feet they had ascended the past few weeks. Trudging forward, he braced himself upon the massive rock face beside him and kicked his spiked climbing boot into the icy permafrost below him. Jaeger, Sturm, Tiger, and the rest of Wolfsrudels 1 and 4 were behind him, edging closer slowly inch by inch, as the tier one operators moved up towards the sound of heavy battery fire. "Whoa, hello big guns!", Puma exclaimed in astonishment, as he peered above the snow and into the huge clearing on the other side of the ridge. There, arranged uniformly in a line down the ridge, were multiple SLA artillery, ant-air, and mortar emplacements firing wildly at the valley below. Less than an hour ago, the 57th Gerbilsjaeger had began a determined assault across the valley, and were now being harangued by concentrated barrages from the ridge-line above. Taskforce Mitternacht, tasked with neutralizing the emplacements, had scaled the hidden side of the cliff-face for several hours and was now poised to strike back against the insurgents. "G557, this is W1", Puma radioed the AC130 flying above. "Requesting immediate close air support on multiple targets occupying firing positions on grid 227648, over." "Negative, W1", the pilot responded, "those positions are danger close. Requesting you mark those targets with strobes, over." Puma sighed, and turning to the rest of the team, made an offensive gesture towards the sky. With a smirk the rest of the team nodded and shook their heads. When had they ever had an easy day in the Jagdkommando?, they thought. Before moving, Puma radioed Wolfsrudels 2 and 3 to make sure they had eyes on the targets as well as his own teams. Once Panther had confirmed sniper support from the adjacent ridgeline, they quietly descended down the other side of the cliff-face and took up positions a few meters away from the first SLA emplacement - a mortar team. Jaeger and Sturm cooked their grenades and threw them into the mortar emplacement. The explosion knocked out the tube as well as its operators, but alerted the adjacent enemy positions to their presence. Soon AA guns were grounded and turned towards the Austrians, and insurgents moved to defend their artillery from infiltration. Almost immediately, Panther, Blitz, and the rest of their team opened up with their PSG-1s from afar providing sniper support. The suppression of the AA guns allowed Puma and his team to place or throw strobes on the remaining artillery positions. One by one the various operators retreated to a safe distance whilst their buddies provided covering fire. Once behind hard cover, Puma radioed the AC130. "G557, targets marked. Happy hunting", he stated. Soon the distant sounds of large caliber guns were heard echoing through the air. Within several seconds the ordinance from the AC130 rained down upon the SLA's positions causing huge explosions and the complete devastation of the enemy. Sighs of relief were emulated from the group as they assessed the situation. "57th, this is Mitternacht", Puma radioed to the assaulting force in the valley, "Enemy positions on the ridge neutralized. You should be clear to advance." "Thank you, Mitternacht. You guys are a God send", came the reply. Puma took a moment to relax, and he sat down on a rock to rest his legs. The eerie quiet was soon broken by the snap and whizzing of bullets flying dangerously close to the operators. The team immediately snapped to attention and began searching for targets. Soon the ridgeline was overflowing with enemy insurgents pouring in from multiple directions and surrounding the operators. "Panther, do you have eyes on this foot traffic?", Puma radioed across the valley. "Roger, Puma", Panther replied. "Blitz, Lowe, Jaguar get on your guns and provide sniper support!", He ordered to his men. The incoming fire from their fellow operators was commendable, but was unable to stem the flow of enemy insurgents from closing on their position. Puma immediately ordered his team to begin a steady retreat down the only viable stretch of land they could travel safely - a small crevice leading to parts unknown. Wolfsrudels 1 and 4 fought their way through the opening and began a fighting withdrawal in search of an defensible position. They set up defensive operations within a small mountain hamlet they had stumbled upon after exiting the crevice. Now they were without sniper support and were desperately in need of assistance. "G557, this is W1", Puma radioed to the AC130 again, "We are being overwhelmed by a massive enemy force and are in need of CAS, over." "Roger that, W1. Be advised, this is our last pass before we need to re-arm. Make it count, over", the pilot responded. Puma cursed and threw several strobes at the incoming insurgents. The incoming fire from the AC130 would be danger close and he told his team to prepare for anything. Soon after, incoming fire from the AC130 shook the ground as insurgents were flung into the air or obliterated outright. However, after the barrage subsided, Puma was horrified to observe that the SLA were still coming en masse! The barrage had done little to stem their advance. "Fuck, were gonna need an immediate evac", He yelled, as he continuously fired his M416 at the swarming SLA. "Command, this is W4!" Tiger yelled into his headset, "Requesting immediate evacuation from grid 227648! We've passed through an opening in the ridge and are held up inside a small hamlet. Enemy insurgents are closing in!" "Negative, W4. Your current position is unreachable by air support at this time. Proceed 4 clicks to your left to a tertiary LZ for extraction", a voice responded. "Shit, we gotta move!", Tiger yelled, as the rest of the team began exiting the hamlet. Puma, Tiger, Sturm, Jaeger and the rest of the 8 man team continued their fighting withdrawal towards the new LZ. The SLA and other enemy soldiers continued to knip at their heels the whole time. By the time Wolfrudels 1 and 4 reached the LZ the sun was already beginning to set and visibility was low. However, the men reached the small clearing and began organizing its defense until the helicopter arrived. The operators had racked up an impressive kill count, but their luck was beginning to run dry as two men were wounded defending the perimeter. By the time the helicopter arrived at the end of clearing, the perimeter had just barely managed to remain within their control. Indeed, even the wounded men were putting up a tenacious defense with their pistols as their comrades dragged or assisted them from rock to rock. Finally, the teams reached the edge where the helicopter hovered in place to receive the beleaguered men. Throwing the wounded men to the helicopter's crewmen first, some of the able bodied members desperately attempted to prevent the enemy from damaging the helicopter. One by one, they leapt into the open compartment until only Puma and Sturm remained holding the perimeter. "Come on!", Tiger yelled, his hand outstretched. Puma signaled for Sturm to go first, but just as he ran towards the helicopter, an RPG managed to clip the aircraft's second engine. As a result, the helicopter veered away from the cliffs edge to stabilize leaving both Puma and Sturm stranded. Jaeger got on the vehicles tail gun and began providing covering fire for his friends on the ground, but the pilot began screaming over his comms. "Shit, engine 2 is failing!", he screamed, "I can't maintain this altitude!" "Fuck, covering fire!" Tiger yelled, "Puma, find a rally point! We're coming back for you!" "Get out of here!" Puma replied, still engaging targets. "Keep radio contact, we'll see you soon!" "Fuck, were coming back for you! Do you hear me? Were coming back!", Jaeger yelled as the helicopter pulled off into the distance. |
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| Porcu | Oct 24 2013, 06:19 PM Post #8 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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The newly built parliamentary complex in Ariminae was a series of connected buildings atop an artificial hill in the middle of the metropolis, whose most impressive feature was the parliament building itself. The President's official residence was one of the connected buildings, a modest setup that provided a beautiful view of the city and some of the coast and sea that stretched out just beyond. Porcuian leadership, the praetors and consuls of the cursus honorum, were privy to the intelligence gathered by SSR and provided to the President. Some, like Cornelius Scipio, had immediately pushed for the Republic to take an active part in Vienna's actions in Illyria, while others, including Gularis and Aurelius Cotta, wanted nothing to do with the East German expansion. In the end, President Atratinus was the one to set the tone - sending a private message to Vienna to clarify the Republic's position.
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| Whal | Oct 25 2013, 07:54 PM Post #9 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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The initial reaction to the Porcuian president's communique was an even mixture of excitement and hesitation. There were several within the Osterstag who wished for nothing more than outside assistance and, therefore, international acceptance in/of the operation in Slovenia. However, there was also opposition to such in fear that the international community may perceive the Federation's military as incapable or inept should it agree to Porcuian assistance. As per usual in East German politics, the deciding factor would be the immense clout of the Chancellor, and Schlesinger decided upon a type of "middle ground" between both options. In his mind, the Federation could benefit from some assistance, but not appear that it was "in need" of it. As a result, parliament adhered to the response proposed by the Chancellor.
_________________________________________________________________________________ Upon Triglav Peak, Slovenia Sweat was rapidly accumulating in Puma's armpits, abdomen, and the tip of his forehead despite his being submerged fully in several feet of fresh snow. Under normal circumstances he would have adjusted his position in response, but the rapidly advancing SLA insurgents in front of his position caused the operator to remain painfully still. He slowly put his hand on Sturm's shoulder to reassure his partner not to move. The insurgents appeared to be searching every possible location for the East German operators, and Puma had to fight the irritation from the stress, sweat, and cold snow. It didn't take long for an insurgent to approach their snow constructed hiding place. The man approached slowly, the midsection of his combat boots at eye level of the operators, as he inspected his surroundings. Only a few seconds had passed, but each one dragged on as if lingering 10x their actual length. The insurgent began to crouch; a move which would surely put him face to face with the East Germans. Puma closed his eyes and tightened his hold on Sturm. However, the man did not complete his descent. Suddenly, angry voices beckoned him to return to his group. The man reluctantly complied, leaving the hidden operators behind. Puma opened his eyes and sighed. They had been through similar encounters to this one (and many worse ones, as well) since they're extraction from the mountain was interrupted not 24 hours ago. They had managed to remain alive and hidden for several hours, but their region of the mountain was still heavily infested with enemy personnel. However, the twilight was vastly upon them and the dark would be a powerful ally. Once the coast was clear, Puma and Sturm exited their positions and began their search for a suitable and secured LZ. The wind was blowing harshly now, and the operators would need to keep moving to survive the night. "Fuck, this storm is getting worse", Sturm cursed, pulling his shemagh up over his lower face. "Come on", Puma replied exhausted, "We need to find some shelter soon. Maybe there's a cave around here somewhere." The two men walked several meters before reaching the end of a ledge overlooking a small clearing below. There, sprawled about the tiny flat ground, was a small SLA contingent gathered around a fire. Puma gestured for Sturm to take the opposite side so the operators could neutralize the threat and continue on. 1. 2. 3. Fire! The operators unleashed a silenced barrage of small arms fire which took the insurgents completely by surprise. They hadn't even managed to fire a single round, and both men jumped into the clearing to hide the bodies. "Can't we just stay here?", Sturm asked, weary from the cold and constant travel. "No, this is an outpost. More will surely be back to rest or check in", Puma replied. "Lets keep moving". Sturm cursed, but followed his superior down the corridor leading out of the walled clearing. The men exited into a much larger space flanked by tall ridges on both sides, with only forwards to continue. Slowly and carefully the operators came upon a small wooden shack in the center of the space. Checking its relative safety, and whether or not it had occupants, Puma and Sturm surrounded the building. Puma opened the door quietly with his M416 pointed ahead to execute any targets. However, the building appeared to be disserted and the two men took a moment to relax. Puma looked at the table before him and began sifting through some documents, while Sturm attempted to start a fire. Puma studied the documents closely. Enemy emplacements, a map of the peak, weapon and troop inventory, and several letters of correspondence with individuals inside Hungary, Croatia, and Serbia. Much to Puma's dismay, no concrete evidence as to the mystery organization they had been tracking for the past fortnight. Upon closer analysis of a regional map, Puma froze. Their location put them several meters from an entrance to the SLA's main base within the mountain. Puma quickly ran over to Sturm and stomped out the fire. "We need to go, now!", He stated sternly, his gaze gradually shifting out the window. "What? No, fuck that", Sturm replied, "We just found this place, and its got hay to sleep on". "This is SLA grand fucking central, Sturm!", Puma responded forcefully, picking Sturm up by his rigging. "Get the fuck up!" Suddenly, their voices were joined by concerned whispers coming from outside the shack. Hostile, foreign voices. Immediately, both operators took positions behind the two windows. The door knob to the shack's front began to move, and with it the door opened slightly. Acted upon his training, Puma rushed the door, crushing an insurgent's arm and halfway closing the door. Puma then followed up by bracing the door and firing his weapon through the opening at the insurgent. He flung the door open, and began picking targets through the flurries whizzing around the night air. Sturm followed suit through the window, and soon the mountain was ablaze once again with gunfire. "Fuck, RPG!", Sturm screamed, as an insurgent's rocket flew through the door frame and shook the shack. The blast sent him flying backwards and the concussion from the shockwave disoriented the operator. Acting immediately, Puma raced to his partner, grabbed his harness, and began pulling him back towards the rear door of the shack. "Cover me, dammit!", Puma screamed, as he pulled is dazed comrade. Sturm slowly and clumsily drew his pistol and watched the door frame. As the enemy entered, he dispatched them with .45 caliber rounds to their heads and chest. Even dazed and in pain, Sturm was still Jagdkommando and he executed his role like an expert. Puma, still carrying his M416 in one hand, executed the insurgents who greeted them on the shack's rear entrance. He propped Sturm up and commanded him to follow. Luckily, the rear entry of the shack led to a clear path blocked completely on one side by Triglav itself. Puma knew they could not afford to rest and he continued down the path with Sturm in tow. The two operators travelled the length of the path until they reached its end - the edge of a steep cliffside. With hostile insurgents quickly approaching from their rear, Puma had to consider his options. Looking off the edge of the cliff, he turned to Sturm. "Broken bones heal much quicker than bullet holes", he stated, rather cheekily. Sturm shook his head, but his mind slowly began to see that decent alternatives weren't present. Puma patted Sturm on the shoulder before both men jumped off the edge and plunged the 40 or so feet to the snowy ground below. They landed hard despite the slight cushion created by the deep snow, and Puma could barely feel his feet. His eyes slowly opened and closed, revealing that Sturm had landed a few feet in front of him. To his horror, Sturm wasn't moving and multiple insurgents were approaching from every direction. With his partner unresponsive, his own body possibly crippled, and his weapon nowhere to be found, Puma simply closed his eyes. His last image before he passed out was an SLA insurgent approaching him at gunpoint. It was over. They were captured. Edited by Whal, Oct 25 2013, 08:17 PM.
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| Whal | Nov 1 2013, 04:56 PM Post #10 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Upon Triglav Peak, Slovenia It had been roughly 36 hours since Puma and Sturm had been left to fend for themselves on Triglav. For the majority of their struggle they were under the surveillance of the Luftwaffe's AC130 gunship on station, however as dawn slowly crept in, the gunship was forced to land in avoidance of AA fire from the ground. Unfortunately, it was during this period of isolation that the two men were captured having stumbled upon the SLA's main headquarters on the mountain. Back at Maribor the air was thick with tension and the men of Taskforce Mitternacht desperately attempted to organize a rescue mission. They were consistently met with "thumb sitting" and the general ineptitude of their commanders in Vienna, who were hesitant to risk the loss of their aerial equipment in a brazen daytime mission. Having become disillusioned with his superiors and empathizing with the sorrow of his men, Colonel Klein faced a court marshal and gave the order to mobilize a rescue effort. Unable to react in time, the Oberkommando der Osterwehr was impotent in negating the order, and thus the remainder of Taskforce Mitternacht and a few hundred men from the 57th Gerbisjaeger were loaded into helicopters and sent to retrieve their captured comrades. The rescue mission would soon become strengthened by the integration of the rest of the 57th and the assistance of large host of attack aircraft. Maribor Command was determined to conclude operations on Triglav once and for all. Inside his helicopter, Jaeger meticulously stripped and cleaned his weapon. As he looked up from his task, his gaze was met with the comforting looks of his fellow operators - his brothers in arms. Tiger pated his brother's shoulder and nodded his head in an unspoken agreement. They were going to get them back; dead or alive they were coming home. Over the intercom the pilot radioed that they were entering the kill zone. "Ok people, listen up", Panther stated, standing in the center aisle. "The whole of the 57th is going in to clean up house once and for all. This is not our mission; TF Mitternacht is undertaking the rescue operation to get Puma and Sturm. This is likely to be the most brutal fight yet, boys, so don't hold back. Intel states they're being held in a cave complex in grid 55678890, and were getting dropped in right on their doorstep. Lets go get our boys!" The helicopter's cabin erupted in an enthusiastic "Jawohl" as the 30 operators and Gerbilsjaeger stood and prepped for touchdown. Almost immediately, their helicopter began taking heavy small arms and RPG fire from the mountain below. The pilot dodged and weaved as best he could, but his tail rotor was struck with an RPG as he descended for the drop off. Jaeger watched in slow motion as his fellow soldiers were thrown about the cabin. The helicopter made contact with the ground violently and with a large THUD! Jaeger blinked his eyes and checked to see if his limbs were working - no permanent damage. Some of the Gerbilsjaeger were not so lucky, and Jaeger watched as a medic checked some of the immobile soldiers inside the cabin. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder. "Come on, man. Move your ass!", Panther yelled, pulling him up. "We have contacts at our 12. Get out of the bird and engage these bastards!" Jaeger complied, ducking as he exited the damaged helicopter, and pointed his MG4 at the enemy. They were advancing quickly and possessed vastly superior numbers. Switching of his safety, Jaeger let loose his LMG in quick calculated bursts to suppress the advancing SLA insurgents. He looked around himself between bursts and observed a rapidly worsening situation. The SLA had them pinned down from three sides and soon they were opening up on them with heavy DShK emplacements from within the mountain. It was at this moment that Jaeger realized how close they really were to the enemy's last stand, which only enflamed his desire to end it all. "We need to un-fuck this situation before we can find Puma and Sturm", Tiger yelled, looking back to take pot shots. "We can't stay here!" "Agreed. On my go, we push up to that tree line and then call CAS on those DShKs!", Panther yelled, explaining the plan of action. "Ready? GO!" On Panther's order, the soldiers charged up the small hill and towards the enemy stronghold. With covering fire from Jaeger's MG4 and some of Wolfsrudel 2's snipers, the rest of the men were able to reach their destination. Tiger and Panther threw some strobes under the emplacements and took cover as the "fast movers" arrived with their payloads. The Tornados dropped their ordinance on the stronghold's outer defenses, blasting the SLA's primary edge over the assaulting East German forces. Within the hour, TF Mitternacht and their comrades from the 57th had fought their way up to the very front entrances of the subterranean compound. "Fuck, I hate caves", Tiger cursed, as he switched on his NODs. Using their ability to see in the dark to their advantage, the East German solders entered the cave and scanned for targets. Coming to large intersections, the large groups split up into smaller teams to search for their comrades. They maintained radio contact to stay connected, but inevitably some groups would face an easier time than others. Unfortunately for Jaeger, Panther, Blitz, Lowe, and Jaguar their route would take them into the thick of a close quarters brawl with SLA insurgents. Leaving a narrow tunnel, the operators were amazed to enter a large spacious room filled with dummy train stations, airport terminals, and other mock public spaces. Panther was immediately alarmed; the SLA appeared to be training for an aggressive terror campaign aimed at public networks. He turned to speak to the team when SLA insurgents appeared from multiple directions. The team took cover and began fighting through the mock facilities. Jaeger almost smiled at the irony of the firefight. Now the bastards are getting proper training, he thought. It didn't take long for the Jagdkommando to gain the upper hand despite their smaller numbers, and eventually they cleared through the entire chamber. Panther walked up to a large table inside a side room. All around the room, as well as on the table, were data sheets and documents in multiple languages. Taking a minor break to peruse the enemy intell, Panther scanned the first pages to gain some advanced knowledge. Many of the documents were stamped with the moniker of an unknown organization - Translava. Panther surmised this unknown group was responsible for the multinational and ethnic fighters the East German forces had encountered the past few weeks. Suddenly, the SLA seemed a minor threat in parallel to this new organization which seemed to be composed of foreign fighters from multiple countries: Hungary, Croatia, Serbia, Romania, and Bosnia. He quickly stashed the documents in his rucksack and rejoined the team. They still had a job to do and time was of the essence. The teams continued deeper into the mountain, and still no one had discovered a trace of Puma or Sturm. Panther's group eventually located a padlocked door at the end of a long hallway. Fighting room by room, narrow crevice by narrow crevice, the operators finally made it to the door. They stacked up on both sides and prepared to breach. "They gotta be in here", Jaeger said, standing in front of the door. With a powerful kick, Jaeger ripped the door off its hinges and sent it flying into the dark room. The team entered the room, weapons at the ready for targets, but were met instead with a much worse sight. Puma and Sturm were inside the room, but their conditions almost brought their comrade's to tears. They had been strapped to two chairs and had been tortured ruthlessly. Sturm's head drooped to the side and blood dripped from a fresh wound across his neckline - he was dead. Next to him, Puma was motionless and his face was ghostly white. Miraculously, however, his head raised to greet his comrades. Jaeger rushed to him and fervently began untying his bounds whilst the rest of the team attended to Sturm's body. "I've got you, brother", Jaeger said comfortingly, propping Puma to his feet. He immediately fell forward. "Fuck, he can't walk. He's lost a lot of blood", Jaeger cried. "Someone help me!". Panther propped up Puma's other side as the team desperately attempted to move their comrade out of the cave. Behind them, the rest of the group secured Sturm's body in a body bag. "W-where is Sturm?", Puma questioned weakly, his life draining after each syllable. Jaeger turned to his dying friend, "Its ok, man. We've got him. We gotta keep going." The looks from the rest of the group were grim. Eventually, the group emerged from the caves and back outside to the former kill zone. Puma was close to death and Jaeger knew they would have to call in CASEVAC immediately If they were to save his life. "Maribor? This is Panther", Panther radioed. "We need CASEVAC in our grid immediately. Puma's lost a lot of blood." Colonel Klein responded quickly, "Roger that, Panther. Birds are on their way, but they're coming from the airfield." "Fuck that, Arty", Panther cursed. "That's too fucking far. If we don't get Puma off this mountain now he's gonna die." Puma dazed off multiple times throughout his buddies' efforts to keep him awake and alert. He was slipping closer and closer out of consciousness and his friends watched helplessly. All they could do was to keep his eyes open, but his blood loss was rapidly killing him. Jaeger grabbed the radio and argued with their superior officer, whilst Panther attempted to keep Puma stable. Puma's eyes began to close indefinitely and he was beginning to see white. He knew his time was almost up and he pulled Panther close to him. "They did it", Puma said quietly. "Translava bombed Vienn-" Puma's voice slowly petered off, but Panther made out the message. Panther held his dead friend in his arms, but didn't cry despite the urge. He had to remain strong for the men. Jaeger looked over in horror and threw the radio out of sight. He walked off frustrated as a helicopter landed in the clearing. As TF Mitternacht left Triglav for good, Jaeger and Panther starred out the open hatch at the mountain one last time. They could hear the sounds of battle still raging below them, but their mission was over. Jaeger watched as Luftwaffe jets streamed towards the mountain and unleashed a heavy fire storm. Soon Slovenia would be secured. "This isn't over", Jaeger said angrily, his eyes meeting Panther's. Panther looked back towards the mountain and then at his partner, "No, not by a longshot." Edited by Whal, Nov 1 2013, 05:07 PM.
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| Margrave | Nov 1 2013, 05:36 PM Post #11 |
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| Whal | Nov 3 2013, 08:25 PM Post #12 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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| Whal | Nov 5 2013, 09:13 PM Post #13 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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Ljubljana, Slovenia The beam from the morning's sun breached through the hole in the ceiling into the young boy's eyes. He stretched his arms over his head, whilst tiredly dragging his fingers across his field of vision in a determined attempt to remove the beam from his eyes. He hated mornings. He knew what another day in the beleaguered Slovene capital would bring, and he desperately wished for an end to the fear that so tightly gripped the city. BANG! A large noise from outside his window sent the boy scurrying for cover under his bed. He had grown accustomed to this routine; practicing it practically throughout each and every day at one point or another. His body never shook. Tears didn't fall down his cheeks and onto the floor anymore. Warfare had become the norm in Ljubljana, and his only comfort would be the entrance of his older sister to retrieve him when it was safe. Several seconds passed since the loud noise. Then several minutes. Soon the boy became afraid. Where was his sister? Calling out her name as he crawled from under the bed, the boy began to search his damaged apartment. He walked slowly through the empty hallways searching each and every room for her, but was met each time with an empty room. Had his entire building left him to fend for himself? The boy was unsure, yet he pressed onwards down the stairs and into the lobby. Soon he began to hear excited voices, cheering, and the unfamiliar sounds of people laughing. Peering outside the doorway, he saw hundreds of men, women, and children lining the streets cheering as tank after tank of the Austrian occupiers travelled at a snails pace down the street. Soldiers on the tops of the tanks waved to the crowd and threw chocolates and other provisions to the people. The moment was almost too surreal. Apprehensive at first, the boy shied away from the friendly gazes of the soldiers. It wasn't until a familiar odor of perfume entered his nostrils, and a familiar poke at his sides did the boy become relaxed. "So, you're awake!", came the voice of his sister, as she hoisted him up onto her shoulders. The boy smiled down at her as she handed him two miniature flags - one of the Federation, the other of Slovenia. He watched delightedly as more soldiers walked down the streets and made friendly with the locals. Soon a soldier, a young Fallschirmjaeger, approached him and handed him a chocolate bar before harmlessly messing up his hair. Before he left, he gave the boy's sister a kiss on the cheek. At that moment, all the boy's fears dissipated into the air. Now they were safe. Now they were free. ____________________________________________________
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| Rhadamanthus | Nov 5 2013, 09:20 PM Post #14 |
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"The Baltic State joins Brandenburg in congratulating Austria on her conquests. The accomplishments of Germans anywhere are accomplishments of Germans everywhere. And while acknowledging, as the Austrians say, that this was not the result of a nationalistic or volkish mentality, we believe that it could nevertheless encourage such a mentality." - Karl von Stamm |
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| Porcu | Nov 5 2013, 11:04 PM Post #15 |
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"Work is the curse of the drinking classes."
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The Parliament and People of Porcu recognize the expansion of the borders of the East German Federation and offer any and all necessary humanitarian assistance. The Republic anticipates a peaceful referendum for Slovenia and Croatia. |
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| Filo | Nov 6 2013, 02:59 PM Post #16 |
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| Whal | Nov 6 2013, 05:00 PM Post #17 |
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"Life is too short to be wasted on bad scotch"
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| Filo | Nov 7 2013, 12:42 PM Post #18 |
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