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Post by B on Apr 6, 2008 3:41:58 GMT -5
It was only a couple weeks since he had his rifle slung on his back, parading down a dense China street with cheering spectators anxious to see their heroes march on to war.
His name was called from inside the the armored transport. "Chao Xiang!?" The commander shouted over the roar of the engine and the gravel beating smashed by the many wheels. Xiang called back as the commander went through each soldier who should be in this transport. Finally it was briefing.
"The American comrades call this operation Nightfire. We are to go simultaneously alongside our allies on foot and clear out foreign scum. Use their technology against them, but we must try for a stealth approach! Be ready to raise the Orange flag! We are nearing American camp."
This was at 4pm. There has been no news of the allies within the vicinity of the city. They were safe and just about to work together to begin this war...
Xiang left the transport. Two other transports were parked behind. He stood a medium 5'10 and had no facial hair. Short black strands poked underneath the orange hat that adorned his head. Black eyes slanted easily and a calm face that fit it. A rifle slung on his shoulder and a pistol at his side, he was ready for the battling.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Apr 6, 2008 5:05:15 GMT -5
The sun was behind him. The wind died down. It was a great day. Austin Bianchi leaned his head onto the butt of his rifle, and looked into the low power scope of his rifle, scanning the horizon for some Chinese allies they were told to expect, and intercept. He stood on the third floor of what looked like a Bed And Breakfast. The muzzle of his gun was wrapped around a yellow drawstring, presumably to the blinds that hung above him. The ocean of sand that lay outside the American's little hamlet shifted. A booming voice echoed from below him. "Ladies! Briefing in five! Get your asses down here!" Austin turned his lean face towards the stairwell behind him. His sharp chin rested on his shoulder. Stubble started filling in across his cheeks. A bead of sweat ran down his back. another off his nose. He peeled off the standard-issue blue-gray helmet. standard-issue chestnut-colored crew cut. Colonel Steven Crestman, behind him, beckoned and headed down. Austin slung the rifle over his shoulder and headed down. In the dark main room, the company sat around tattered card tables and threw a few hands at each other. "Eyes up! You boys like poker? I don't give a crap! We've been informed that The president's to contact us directly, in response to initiating Nightfire. Comb your hair, spitshine your shoes, check your zippers!" The television warmed up and static came over the screen. General Byrne flipped on the satellite and a picture of the president's office slowly came into view. A few men up front drank greedily from their canteens. One guy in back threw a wadded piece of paper across the room.The president came into view seconds later. Her finely quaffed blond-ish hair was accented by huge pearl-esque earrings. No one paid attention. The General tried to sound interested as he talked back and forth. A short eternity later, President Clinton signed off, everyone saluted, and they went back to their games of Texas Hold 'em. Austin went back upstairs to look out the window. As he sat in the windowsill, he took out a little pad of paper and a nub of a pencil, he started drawing the landscape. War ravaged and forgotten. An older man came up behind him, and set his hand on Austin's shoulder. He turned around. It was a black man on the later end of his thirties. "I don' remember anybody I served with who drew. 'Specially good. Who the hell are you, boy?" "I was about to ask you the same thing." "Well, okay then. I'm Willie." "Austin." He extended his hand and grasped the other man's. "So, Austin, I hear you're kinda, Fresh Fish around here." "What the hell does that have to do with anything?" I just thought you might like to know, I'm the guy who knows how to get things." "Oh yeah? Like?" "Anything that I can fit in a food bin, Fish." "Oh yeah?" "For a very small fee, of course." "How much for a pack of cigarettes and a drawing pad?" "usually? Five cigs, and an MRE. But, I like you. And it looks like a stiff breeze could low you over. I'll give you this first one free." Someone called him from downstairs. He screamed back "Raise 10" and turned back. "Alright Fish. I guess I'll see you again Tuesday. If we're caught, I don't know you, I will deny we ever talked, and you will have no leg to stand on." "Tuesday." They shook hands again and Willie left. He looked out to the sand dunes and continued drawing. A little orange transporter crested the hill, followed by others. Austin ran down and alerted the General.
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Post by D on Apr 6, 2008 16:23:24 GMT -5
"I leave for two weeks and come back to see a new set of fruity ass clothes..." The woman was dressed in her old dark tan uniform and it was obvious that she did not like the new pink ones. "Pink uniforms?" A girl giggled and then the boys laughed. "I don't know. The president is Hillary. President's word is law?" "Bullshit. I ain't going to wear something like that." "You better change into your uniform, hun." "Why? I'm... what you guys call a pathfinder...And according to what I've heard, we're not supposed to be seen. And I mean...Pink? C'mon! Do you really think our enemies will take us seriously?" "Take that up with the president, Cross." "Screw that..." The woman gathered up her winnings from the game and carried up her sniper rifle. She blew a strand of dark brown hair out of her face and walked away. "I should set up before those Chinese come..."
And now she was sitting outside of the US camp. She was doing what a pathfinder did best, sitting there. She raised the scope to one of her oceanic blue eyes and looked through it. She saw nothing, but sand, sand, and more sand. She still didn't see the safety cone orange Chinese and she wanted them to hurry. The woman wiped some sweat off of her forehead with her gloved hands and smudged some of the paint on her face. "Well shit." She muttered.
The desert sun was making her uncomfortable and she didn't like the sand around her or in her boots. Her ear piece then sounded. "Cross, any chinese?" She responded with a terse negative and then moved to fix her boot. "How about now?" She stopped messing with her boot and then responded with another no. "Atleast look." Cross looked once more, and then smiled. She had just seen her first safety cone orange ally. She reported it in, and found out that the general already knew. "Hmm..." Cross shrugged it off and slowly made her way back into the base. "...I got sand in my boot...still."
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Post by B on Apr 6, 2008 20:38:45 GMT -5
Once all 24 troops left the transport vehicles they stood in 3 lines. The front line, which Xiang was a part of, only had 7 while the commander stood in front of them all. There was no speech, rather they stood there in complete obedience while the Chinese troops awaited the American general.
It took a few minutes but a large man wearing a fine hat with pink stripes stood in front of the Chinese commander. They spoke to each other and then the Chinese commander turned to his troops and dismissed them all, then the two high ranks left inside a building to discuss strategies.
Xiang and his companions stood in the spot they were but no longer in formation but never slouched. Xiang looked at the Americans outside. How relaxed they looked, how undisciplined they looked. Xiang shook these thoughts from his mind, they were on strict orders not to show any racism and he will do no such thing, but the Chinese troops were still uncertain of their allies.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Apr 6, 2008 21:34:30 GMT -5
The troop crawlers pulled to a stop in perfect formation, and the troop inside mirrored. "Making us look bad..." Austin muttered. Crestman agreed from across the room. He was trying to draw more water out of a cooler he kept. Austin brushed off some dust from the front of his dirty white tanktop, and slipped on his combat attire. "Why the hell did Hillary make us pink, now?" "Well.... because..." Crestman could even come up with a joke worth sharing. "How are we supposed to be taken seriously?" "Maybe that was the point. we haven't been shot at once, yet!" Austin laughed and headed outside, with the General. He, Lieutenant General Fleishman, Crestman, and a few other faceless men marched out to the lines of Chinese, saluted and headed into the base. None of the Chinese made it a point to hide their looks of disgust as their eyes adjusted to the dim light. A Pathfinder brushed past them. She wasn't in proper uniform. Austin took a mental note, and continued with the tour. Fleishman was ordered to set up some sleeping quarters for the newcomers, and he scurried off to a building across the road. General sat down on a stool, and asked if anyone wanted to play a nice game of Go Fish. Three men, all Sergeant by the look of it, anted up and started ranting, almost immediately. Bianchi was left with the first squad of the fresh fish. He asked Willie not to approach them, if he valued these men as friends. The Chinese still looked around like they were chicken touring a slaughterhouse.
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Post by D on Apr 6, 2008 22:01:19 GMT -5
Every where she turned, soldiers were wearing pink. People were actually wearing the uniforms. At first she laughed at some of the more muscular men, and then she sighed. Cross didn't care if she did get in trouble for wearing the uniform she had on at the moment, but she was just so different from the others. Her dark tannish uniform stuck out like a sore thumb in the sea of pink. "This is fucked up..." She said quietly.
Two weeks ago, everything was normal, but when she came back, she had returned into a whole new world. "I knew I shouldn't have voted for Hillary... " Cross stopped for a moment and then sat down, remembering her boot. She untied the laces. Then she took off her boot and poured out the sand. "Right now, the chinese look so good in their safety cone orange uniforms..."
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Post by B on Apr 6, 2008 22:10:14 GMT -5
Li, Xiang's friend walked up to him to whisper. "Look at them in bright pink uniform.. Try to make us look bad." Xiang nodded, just because they think they can prance around in brighter uniforms than them and not get shot slightly agitated Xiang. American's were devious sons of bitches.
"Maybe we should go inside." Shu Huan, another acquaintance of Xiang's mumbled at his left. "It is not smart to be out here." Xiang nodded again and the Chinese soldiers began their movement to enter the designated places handed out to them. It wont be long now before orange and pink will merge and enter into the night to liberate a city. It looked so desolate from here.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Apr 6, 2008 23:09:17 GMT -5
The golden sun dropped below the horizon, and the american troops were reading for Nightfire. some got into humvees, more into Crusaders. "A predator just came back. It shows a fortified city wall, a lot of troops inside. The hardest part will be punching through the wall. SAM sites are littered there, and there's no way our tanks can make it through. Austin saw the Chinese troops piling out of their quarters, and getting in line behind. Again, making the Americans look like an Arkansas militia. Five tomahawks Pulled up to the left of Austin. Some guy behind him started having a mental breakdown. Crestman tried to comfort him, to no avail. General was screaming at them, again to no avail. "Off to war, boys!" Willie shouted. we all pumped our fists in the air, and started marching forward. The first real day of war.
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Post by D on Apr 7, 2008 0:00:51 GMT -5
"What a lonely job..." She said, slowly making her way toward the wall. She had been quickly dropped off with a few other pathfinders and everyone went their separate ways. "I'm in position." Cross whispered. She was far enough to be somewhat safe, but close enough to shoot. She raised her long ranged sniper rifle and bit her lip nervously. Everything was quiet, and with the scope, she could see that the GLA stingers weren't doing much either.
Then they gave her the green flag. No wind and Nothing. A good night to shoot.
She fired and hit a stinger in the back of the head. Cross watched for a moment and saw the two other stingers look at their fallen comrade. One reached for a radio and she fired again. Before the last stinger could react properly to the attack, she picked him off skillfully. She moved a bit and turned to look at the next nearest stinger. "Shit." Cross saw one of them point to the now seemingly empty stinger site and she raised her weapon once more.
To her surprise, the three in the stinger site fell one by one. Apparently, there was another pathfinder near. "Stingers one and two are clean." She said. "Three and four are empty." Another pathfinder reported. "You know what to do ladies." A pathfinder with a deep voice laughed and Cross smiled. "Take out as many RPG troopers!" She said and moved in a little closer. The pathfinders whispered when they were in position and then they were given another green flag.
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Post by V on Apr 7, 2008 2:56:34 GMT -5
The radio channel across the "allied network" flared up. A male voice came through, with a slight latin accent. "Excuse our late arrival. Still getting used to this...horrible color scheme. I would have preferred a softer violet myself. Er-hem, this is Captain Osmund Saddler, 117th fighter-bomber squadron, Callsign, Meteor six." "About time, Air force. What you got for us?" A ranger answered. "Well, my friend. There are just a pair of us, fresh from the Air field. The catch is. Only one of us is a Raptor, and the leader is never a bomber. So, just tell her where to drop off her load." And with that, Saddler ended transmission.
The two planes, an Aurora and a Raptor, swooped in over the US forces, both at cruising speed. The network sparked up again, this time a female voice. "This is 1st Lieutenant Olivia Xu, callsign meteor seven. I have a small package for the GLA. Just tell me where to drop it off. You won't need to say it twice."
Both pilots facial features were obstructed due to helmet and respirator. But when they were gone, the man would be seen as one in his late 40s, with more gray hair than pigmented. His face would have several stubble hairs, and his hair would be long for a male's, reaching down to his neck at the back, while the hair at the front would combed back to group with it. Many were sure it was against dress codes...but damn it, they were pink now. Brown eyes and a tall nose, completed with several wrinkles on the face.
The woman was much younger, late 20's at the oldest. Her hair would be upper back length, but tied up and in a ponytail under the helmet. Her eyes were slanted at the ends, but still had a relatively large surface area showing. Obviously, younger features than her Captain.
"Try not to keep us in a holding pattern for too long." The latin man finished.
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Post by B on Apr 7, 2008 3:17:46 GMT -5
Xiang was in the troop crawler he was assigned to. The other three armored transports trailed behind. Suddenly the sound of a slight sonic boom, Xiang looked outside. 'That's not stealth..' Xiang thought and shook his head. Guess they're going in hot. The troop crawlers broke a fence and passed two recently emptied stinger sites. The transports were taking minimal fire. When safely in the dense portion of the city the Chinese infantry poured out of the three crawlers and made their way for the buildings surrounding. They would need to take out the people inside and keep in cover.
A few minutes passed and Xiang found himself in a dusty donut shop. The other infantry seem to have taken to other buildings, he was alone. Rifle in his arms and a shiny bayonet attatched to the end he camped at a large window, not before making sure the small place was clear first. He didn't see any troops on the inside. They must be somewhere. Xiang's radio blared with American comm. chatter. So far the only reports of enemies were adorned on the walls and the American snipers were taking good measure about that, but what made Xiang uneasy is that either intel was dreadfully wrong about this town, or the enemy was hiding, waiting to spring a great ambush.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Apr 7, 2008 3:33:39 GMT -5
Austin marched into the town, stepping over the bodies of the recently deceased. Once inside the walls, everyone broke into a sprint, vying for top floors, tough buildings, and not getting the hell blown out of them. "Left clear." "stinger sites, clear." "J+J's, clear." "west wall all clear." the general half-whispered through his radio. As luck would have it, Austin and Willie kneeled, head ducked, behind a checkstand that was almost to "pretty" for the average Victoria Secret. Everyone shut up as they listened for enemy movement. Willie set his radio to the Chinese's specified signal. "This is Colonel William Brown. We have met no resistance. All quite on your end?" Austin elbowed him. "Shut up for a minute. I think I might have..." he fell silent again, and turned his ear towards the display window he was looking out of.
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Post by V on Apr 7, 2008 18:38:34 GMT -5
"UAV just picked up multiple GLA vehicle hits approaching the target area. Most look like armored vehicles." An intel report was fed to the pilots. "So...you want us to show them a real bomb?" Saddler responded smugly.
"That is affirmative. I'm uploading coordinates to your bomber."
"Upload received..." Olivia said through the comm. "Beginning bombing phase." Suddenly, the Aurora left the holding pattern, and left with a sonicboom to the east. Some RPG troopers attempted to fire at the plane, but were far from hitting. "Haha...you won't get a lock." She wanted to tell them. Soon, she saw her target; and armor column. She was instructed to hit a key vehicle, which would maximize the damage to the entire column, if not annihilate it completely. "Checking release point..." she said again, and began flipping switches. The bay beneath the bomber opened, and it's massive bomb was now visible. "and, dropping!" The clasps were released, and the Aurora quickly changed course, to avoid most of the AA. There was a large explosion following, and a transmission relayed the damage. "Picture clear, GLA armor block eliminated."
Olivia was satisfied with having done that, until the radio flared up again. "Meteor 7! An enemy stinger is spiking you. Leave low altitude and evade."
The woman swore. She wouldn't be able to. After burning her engines to go supersonic, they needed to cool down. That's when her warning alarms went off. "Meteor 7, Pull up! Pull up!" the one overseeing this part of the mission was ordering frantically. "Meteor 6, are you in range to support?" Saddler shook his head and quirked his mouth. "No, I am not I'm afraid. But, I'm sure she can do well on the ground. She could enjoy the time."
There was nothing Olivia could do, except wait for the impact. And when it did, it felt like an earthquake. The missile had hit the tail, sending the plane crashing into the ground. Being at low altitude, she didn't have time to eject...but the fall wasn't very high at all. She was jerked hard against the harness, and then back in the seat. That would cause some bad bruising, but she would live. Miraculously, she was still conscious.
"Hornet's Nest located. I'll clear it out." 'Hornet's Nest' was what the pilots called Stinger Sites. On his HUD, the targeter was focused on one of the stinger launchers. "Locked on." Saddler said, chuckling. The bay beneath the raptor opened. "Fox One." From the bay, a missile launched out and flew at a high speed for the stinger site. The men inside tried to get out, but they weren't fast enough. Both the men and the stinger site were incinerated. "Hornet's Nest smoked out. Meteor Six returning. Oh..and if any of you managed to located my bomber pilot...please make sure she doesn't die. I don't want to be filling out paper work." He said that last part with a chuckle.
Meanwhile, the asian woman moaned, and removed her helmet. Her entire body ached, but she knew she would need to drag it away from this wreckage. If the GLA were after prisoners, a downed pilot would be what they would want. She reached for the survival kit attached to the seat. Inside were some food rations, water rations, a radio, a transmitter beacon, and a .9mm pistol. All would prove useful, but she could only take some. Her decision was the gun, the radio, and the water. The food was not really going to be needed, and the beacon would give away her position, if the signal was picked up by a GLA radar van. Olivia slid the hatch open, and stumbled out, and ran for the closest building...or trying. It was more of a speedy limp. Hiding would probably be the best option, but she didn't know there was already a lone Chinese soldier in this building.
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Post by D on Apr 8, 2008 0:04:47 GMT -5
As she fired, she counted her kills, and the rounds she fired off. She made sure to take note of her surroundings and tried to make sure that she would remember this event. "...Seven." She whispered, before lowering her rifle. Cross raised binoculars to her eyes and looked around. Her part of the wall seemed to be empty. She turned a bit to look to see if she had missed something. "Fuck."
She spotted someone holding something out of the window. From where she was, it looked like the person was holding a really thick stick, but she knew that sticks usually didn't look threatening. The person wasn't aiming in her direction, but in another direction. Cross knew that the GLA soldier had just spotted one of her fellow pathfinders. "Someone got spotted..." Her mouth opened, but as she gave the message, she saw and heard something explode. It caused her to get down lower.
"What happened?" "They saw Markus moving." She said while taking steps toward where she thought Markus was. "Markus, are you alright?" No response. "I repeat. Are you alright?" No response. "Damn." Cross finally said after a few minutes. "The RPG trooper ran off...I lost sight of him." "What about Markus?" "He's dead. You don't want the details." She spat on the ground and checked the walls. It looked like he cleared his part before he died, but not the RPG trooper though. "Keep your positions. We don't want another mistake to happen." And so she did. They would need to keep it clear for the vehicles to come in, right?
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Post by B on Apr 8, 2008 22:59:10 GMT -5
Xiang quickly snapped his head up. An explosion? No, a crash. Close to his spot. Suddenly he saw a figure running, he rose his rifle until the pink of the suit was in view and he quickly lowered his weapon. "Come come!" He demanded quickly.
A report came in to both American and Chinese channels. "It was a trap!" The American General's voice could be heard. "They're swarming the outpost! All units return and rid them!" The orders were clear.
(Filler to be lead better.)
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