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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Apr 9, 2008 18:25:24 GMT -5
"It was a trap! They're swarming the outpost! All units return and rid them!" Austin Looked at Willie, as he jumped out of his crouch. Outside, every troop in the town started spilling out of every street, and merged into one big orange and pink stampede. A Raptor screamed overhead. Up ahead, a line of small pick-ups streamed into the American outpost. A little closer, and you could barely make out machine guns retrofitted to the beds. More were firing out of the windows, towards the center of town. The jet, now low to the ground, fired it's last three missiles. One at the approaching Technicals, hurt enough to make them squishy. the other two went towards a street lined with armors. First the rocket troops went in. Made short work of the light armors. Austin and Willie shook each other's hand, and went to get friendly with the troops inside. The battle waged around them, some men broke down. Their first real day in hell. Austin just gritted his teeth and fired.
((making someone else finish the fight... sorry.))
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Post by V on Apr 15, 2008 23:20:54 GMT -5
Olivia had entered the structure, and looked around to see if anyone was there. Not a soul...atleast not yet. Outside, she heard the shout of Arabic accented voices. "There's the plane, and footprints! The pilot is still alive. Come! They lead that way, we can still get him!" She could see them through a window...there were four of them, all armed with AK-47 rifles. Her little handgun is no competition for that. Suddenly, she heard a heavy accented voice. "Come! Come!" It said. She looked behind her. Atop the stair case was the tan an orange uniform of a Chinese soldier. "Thank god!" She rejoiced, and ran up to him, pushing him behind a wall. "The GLA are coming to look for me. We need to get out of this building, and now. Where did you enter from?"
Meanwhile, Saddler had just launched his final missile. "Heh...and they don't stop coming. I do hope you grounded forces can hold them while a reload?" He gave a chuckle. He sounded arrogant and unworried, but in truth, he wasn't to happy about the GLA having attacked.
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Apr 24, 2008 22:49:54 GMT -5
((sorry, but was getting bored))
The sun was setting below a large yellowed building. Inside the fenced in area, below a small trap door, knelt a sun-darkened man, with ratty black hair and yellowed robes. The call sounded from atop a small flagpole, perched atop was a loudspeaker. "The infidels are here! Go! Go! GO!" Everyone in the compound started running. The kneeling man stooped down and snatched a belt of long red tubes. "Raza Rashad?!" The stooped man called back, "God is patient, as you should be." "We are readying for the infidel's campaign against our pure cause, as must you!" Raza tied the belt to his waist and climbed out of the hole. "As God is willing, So must I be." "Good! You will be remembered, my friend." The golden disk sunk behind the bell tower, casting an eerie, arrow-like shadow. The great bell rung out. once. twice. three times. A man in back started raving. Raza splashed his face with water, and greedily let some pass through his lips. Rebels could only have so much, but his elite sect was allowed extra comforts. His stony black eyes, shining in the twilight, shifted side to side nervously.
"Hold, my friend. where are you going?" a middle-eastern man questioned Raza. Raza started sprinting. "My friend!?" "I wanna do it right when the infidels come!" "What?!" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Raza hit the button.
Everybody snickered. "He tried to practice!!!!" "Oh! I wish I had my camera!" "Did you see the look on his face?" the rebels in formation next to them slow moved away.
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Post by D on Apr 29, 2008 20:50:28 GMT -5
"It was a trap! They're swarming the outpost! All units return and rid them!"
"Oh shit." Cross turned around, but she was she didn't want to get up and run. Getting shot seemed painful and she certainly didn't want that to happen. The woman slowly made her way back toward the outpost, afraid of getting spotted by one of the GLA. It took her some time to get back, but the fight was still raging. She killed off a few rebels and when she got to the nearest fallen rebel, she stole his weapon.
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Post by B on Apr 30, 2008 2:19:23 GMT -5
The woman was now in front of Xiang, her question surprised him but he answered by pointing a finger at the door she entered through before closing it. Xiang looked around and saw a wooden platform with a handle. He put a globed hand around the nob and pulled up, the door gave way with ease. Suddenly Xiang found himself staring into a hole lighted by torches and under were startled rebels who have just noticed their location had been given way. Xiang stared at them a few minutes before slowly closing the door again. "We need to get out here." He said, accent disabling his of. Then Xiang's eyes turned to the window that he was using for sights, his gaze turned to the woman then back to the window, hoping her gaze would follow. The door Xiang had recently closed was now being banged on. There were reports coming in of a surprise assault on the encampment and all units were to pull out and they were stuck..
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Post by V on Apr 30, 2008 2:44:06 GMT -5
The woman fumbled on in through the Chinese Command center doors, her officer uniform disheveled from being tardy. Short hair to the bottom of her chin, which was of course black, and brown slanted eyes. She was holding a shoe in one hand, while running for her station, the barefoot losing heat everytime it touched the tiled floor. She eventually reached her station in the building, and put on the headphones, and mic attachment. "Attention, all allied units on the battlefield." She spoke perfect english, although she had a heavy asian accent. She was there to communicate with the American and the Chinese who knew english, "My name is Specialist Reiko Youmei. Just call me Eagle Eye. I'm broadcasting from the Chinese command center approximately forty-three kilometers west and north of the basecamp.. I'm your coordination officer, and I currently have word that an artillery barrage is ready at request. Just tell me where you want it." With Satellite feed, Reiko could see the entire area of the fighting, and after having finally putting on her shoes and straightening her ribbon tie, she looked more respectable, too. There were several things she could assist with, such as calling in air strikes and other utility air strikes, spy satellites, communications intercept. She was also given person to send these in at her own will, if the situation seemed to need.
Olivia nodded, seeing what he meant when he saw the window. Guess they would need to jump out. In her state though, that might be more consequential than beneficial. But they didn't have much of a choice, as the little trap door started banging, and the footsteps of the GLA soldiers outside grew louder. "Please, you must go first." She told Xiang, unlocked the window and opening it. "Go on!"
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Post by B on Apr 30, 2008 22:42:42 GMT -5
Xiang nodded and pulled himself out the window. He then held it and held her as she did the same and helped her through. Xiang looked around cautiously, the allies had already pulled out so quickly. Xiang then eyed a vehicle, a truck with a mounted machine gun. He pointed and the girl seemed to understand he began to a small jog then looked back to see her lightly limping, she was still slowing them both down. Whether she rejected or not he took her arm and pulled it around her neck then wrapped his other arm around her waste and began to run while supporting her to the vehicle. He peered inside and the keys were still in it, the GLA probably takes vehicles by force from civilians so who would care about someone stealing their vehicle? Xiang tried the door, it was locked. He shoved the butt of his rifle into the glass and it shattered, he then reached in and unlocked it. "You drive." He said and swung the door open then ran to the back and was quick to mount the machine gun. Then a man who, at first glance, appeared to be wearing a bunch of large sausages strapped to his body screamed and ran forward at them. Xiang was quick to the gun and fired away until the man exploded. This was gonna cause some trouble. "Drive, now!" Xiang shouted to the woman.. They were gonna have to try to catch up to the allied retreaters, that or just head for the base.
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Post by V on Apr 30, 2008 22:54:10 GMT -5
This man seemed to understand all her gestures, despite having somewhat poor English skills. As well as helping out the window, he had also helped get her to a vehicle. Normally, she would care if a man tried to handle her like that, but in this situation, she accepted all possible help. She was leaning against the side of the pick-up, when she heard glass shatter. Then the man told her to drive. Despite the doubt in her abilities, she agreed to, for they had no choice. Her right leg felt terrible, but it would be the gas leg, as long as the brake leg was working, they'd be fine. She quickly hopped into the old truck, feeling uncomfortable on the old upholstered seat, that looked like it came from a junk yard and was just taped on. A real downgrade from her nicely padded ejection seat in the bomber. Olivia grabbed the key, and turned. The engine seemed to struggle...and then died. She attempted again...and another stall.
The woman swore. This piece of junk was old, no wonder they left it. One more turn and a stall, she hit the steering wheel hard, and attempted the engine again. It turned over finally, and she shifted it in gear. The truck left at a nice cruising speed. But then she saw two identical vehicles coming up behind them. The Chinese man seemed to have noticed and was getting ready to retaliate. Olivia winced, and put more pressure on the pedal, and the truck started to move faster. "Take care of them!" she shouted to her mutual partner.
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Post by B on May 1, 2008 1:31:49 GMT -5
Xiang already knew what to do, shoot at them of course. There were two machines guns being mounted in the back of their trucks but they didn't reach over the cabin of the truck so Xiang had the advantage. He pumped heavy rounds into the windshield of one of the trucks, it span out of control and hit the other truck causing them to ditch. Xiang didn't expect to take them both out, but that works. Xiang admired the gun in his hands. There were Chinese elites who used guns this size but held them. He now wanted to be one, such power. It didn't seem like anymore were following, at least, none within the sight. The night wasn't helping too much either. The sounds of explosions and gunfire was near, they were nearing the camp...
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Post by D on May 1, 2008 2:03:11 GMT -5
"Well..." She looked through her stuff and kept the ammo numbers in her head. "...math really does help in this situation." Cross chuckled and picked up some more stuff from the fallen rebel. When she was done, she left the body and continued on while shooting down all the enemies she could...or atleast trying to.
Sounds were all around her and she couldn't tell where anything was coming from. Soldiers weren't really supposed to be afraid, right? The woman kept in her spot for a bit, hidden from those far from her. She closed her eyes for a second and a second later, she opened them when she heard a twig near her snap. The woman turned quickly and then lost her balance. She landed on her back and had her stolen gun pointed to the sky.
"..." Her hands shook and as she slowly got to her feet, a small, furry animal crawled out of the grass. The thing scurried passed her and she gave out a sigh of relief.
((FIller))
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Post by V on May 1, 2008 2:23:36 GMT -5
The only working headlight of this truck surprisingly illuminated a good portion of what was ahead. No longer being pursued, she could let off some pressure from the pedal, and it was welcomed greatly. Suddenly, the sound of more gunfire, and explosions. The base was under attack? Well that was quick. Olivia wanted to get to the scene as soon as possible, but she over looke one thing. It's hard to see at nght, and none of the Chinese or Americans had reporting having commandeered a GLA vehicle. They would likely be fired at on sight. A stroke of luck however. The engine died right when they entered the camp area, and not wanting to try to stat it up again, she requested to proceed on foot. Having agreed, they both dismounted.
Not even getting a few yard from the broken down truck, Olivia caught a glare of light coming at them. Only the US missile soldiers used a weapon like that, and she likely knew it's target. It was time to return the favor to the Chinese man. She tackled him, to the ground, behind a few convenient rocks clusters, and braced herself. The missile hit the truck that was only so many yards from them. They would certainly feel some damage from the shockwaves, but no debris or flame would lick them due to the rocks. Stupid mistake driving into a fire fight in an enemy vehicle.
"Hey!" Olivia had heard an American soldier shout. "Hold fire! Hold fire!" She looked up, and was greet by the site of a couple rangers coming. "Haha...good thing that technical didn't see you. Woulda mowed you down." He then spoke into a radio. "Good going, Bud. Just saved a couple people. That should get you a medal."
Olivia wanted to say something, but kept to herself. -I'll give him a medal of somekind...- she thought spitefully. -Don't they give these guys nightscopes?- "Come on..I think we got them on the run...we better get you two to the infirmary."
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on May 2, 2008 23:22:19 GMT -5
The sun sun rose on a Tuesday (by Sarges count) morning. They were already up and ready to go. Austin was, on this particular morning, trying to beat his push-up record. Willie was pacing nervously. Out in the distance, a little beating sound was heard. One of the Privates pointed it out, and everyone rushed to the edge of the helipad. A V-22 Osprey gunship came over the dune. Everyone sighed, and kicked at the sand. The gunship landed, and the pilot hopped out. "Flight Lieutenant Sanders, reporting!" Sarge walked over. "And....." He was a little disappointed. "We were told to expect our supplies by now. Where is it?" "En Route, sir. I've been ordered to act as an escort. In fact, he should be getting here now." After a few minutes of awkward silence, a Chinook came over the dune, carrying a large bundle under it's belly. Willie's poker buddies all cheered. Most people made use of the last off their water.
"One for you, and one for you, and one for you..." The boxes were emptied, one by one. Willie was in charge of that. Finally, Austin came to the head of the line. "Special delivery for an Austin Bianchi?" "Do I get a pureed turkey dinner in my MRE package this time?" "If you do, it's mine." "Can do." Austin tore at a paper package, tied together with twine. inside were the usual rations, and at the very bottom, a pad of paper and a yellow pencil, brand new. Austin smiled. Willie nodded and continued passing out the packages. Sergeant Major Brant got a magazine and cigarettes. the cover was torn off. Austin was only kinda sure what Magazine it was, Brant's eyes lit up. The sorting was done, everyone was happy, sans the oblivious Sarge, and the Chinese, still contorted with looks of disgust. Willie guided the osprey away, and looked towards the landing strip. on it was a single plane, and a very dazed and confused looking pilot. "Hey! you need something?" Willie walked closer. "hey! you seem new. How you doing?"
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Post by D on May 3, 2008 0:05:53 GMT -5
Was it the night before? Or two nights ago? No, it had to be a week ago. Right? "Cross? K.C. Cross?" Right. That was her name and at the sound of it, she remembered and pieced up all she could remember from the battle. Slowly, but surely, she remembered it and the night replayed in her mind. "Well, she ain't awake yet..." A voice said and then there was a sigh.
"When she stops breathing, I call her rifle."
"Damn! Shut up!"
"I have a headache..." K.C. slowly opened her eyes and then quickly shielded them from the sudden light. Her eyes adjusted and she began to see three people standing over her. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was getting a heart attack from a furry critter. "...My helmet fell off..." She sat up from the cot and reached up to touch her head. K.C. felt something wrapped around it. "Someone hit me?" She asked.
"Yeah...Kathy found you."
"Wonder who hit me..."
Someone probably came and knocked her cold, but it couldn't be some GLA person. She remembered shooting down those who saw her and killing off some others. From what she remembered, no GLA rebel was near enough to strike her. What if some Chinese or American came and did it? It was dark and she wasn't wearing the pink stuff. She bit her lip and then heard a friend say something.
"It's one of those how many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop questions." There was silence and then the four of them laughed. "The world may never know." They laughed again and K.C. got out of the cot. "K.C., hurry and get ready...It's almost time." And she did, but this time she decided to wear the pink uniform.
"Or I could have fallen on a rock, or ran into a tree..." She said, telling herself some other ways. Finally at one point, she gave up, sighed, and then continued dressing. "Pink it is." When she finished, she was ready for the day. "I look like a giant Pepto-Bismol bottle...It's not even halloween yet..."
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Post by B on May 6, 2008 17:50:33 GMT -5
Xiang left the vehicle when they parked. He was going to ask why they had stopped so far from the base and didn't burst and assist with guns blazing when his hat fell to the floor from a light gust of wind (amazing it didn't fall off during the drive.) He bent down to pick it up but when he was about to look up he was tackled by someone. He didn't know what was going on until the explosion. The explosion sent a dead ring in his ear. He wasn't concentrating on the words of the Americans as he was helped to his feet. He didn't seem hurt but maybe there was a bad gash on his head.. Trauma.. Maybe he's in shock, maybe a limb was blown off. He glanced at his body and noticed he was intact. He was calm.
It was Tuesday. He awoke in the infirmary. Even though he insistently told them that he was fine they wanted him to stay in the medical ward. The medic was an American woman, very pretty but she could do without the dyed blond hair. Xiang sat up. Only wearing shorts. He didn't like medical pavilions, they scared him. His brother drew a last breath years ago in one during a training accident caused by Xiang, but he didn't tell anyone, rather he carried the burden.
Xiang got dressed, but didn't bother buttoning up the long sleeve Chinese military uniform. He rolled up the sleeves and left the pavilion. The medic that treated him gave him a charming smile. Her face was red, she was blushing or sun burned, in this place no one could tell but she was quite flirtatious, probably because he was the second best English speaker of the Chinese troops here, the first being his own commander. There was a lot of commotion outside. Xiang caught sight of the Chinook. People began grabbing things and everything, Xiang wasn't much interested. Suddenly a black American soldier walked up to him. "Yo, you want smoke?" He asked, holding out a freshly opened pack of cigarettes. Xiang had never smoked before but he took one anyways. On the US soldier's shirt the name read V. Moore. Cpl Moore saw Xiang's gaze and smiled. "Name's Victor Moore. Nice to meet ya. Call me Vic." He said and held out his hand to shake, Xiang accepted it. Vic then lead him to one of the American barracks to talk.
Vic wasn't too new to the group but he was in the same company as Austin, hell the two don't even remember they went to high school together, they were on good terms, not too friendly yet but enough to back each other up in the line of gunfire. Vic was originally going to pilot one of the new "Commanche" modeled gunships but they stuck him here on foot. He was so good with choppers why was he here? He complained alot about it but eventually shut up.
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Post by V on May 6, 2008 18:45:12 GMT -5
An explosion off in the distance, the chassis of the Aurora was finally destroyed, so that the GLA would be able to copy or replicate the powerful aircraft. And a few moments later, Olivia awoke, pain from the bruising finally subsiding. She would be dismissed today, and unfortunately, she did not know what she would do in this war anymore. Her only useful skill had been destroyed by a large C4 charge, placed by Colonel Burton himself. The destruction of this plane was certainly important enough to use his expertise. Olivia's injuries weren't so bad that she needed to slip into one of those floral medical gowns...but she felt awkward being topless in front of the female nurse...but it was more comfortable than being around a male medical officer. "Just one more physical, Olivia..then you can be on your way." She groaned, and started to strip down to being stark naked again, while the the medical officer examined her. After being approved, Olivia quickly slipped on her pants again. Then she was given a white tanktop and her light blue flight jacket. Putting that on, she left the medical tent, and was immediately stopped by her commanding officer. "Lieutenant Xu." He said. "We can't expend anymore money to replace one of those planes...and due to the difficulty to obtain one, you're being reassigned to the airwing division." "Airwing?" Olivia said. "You mean the Comanche squad?" "That I do. And I know you know how to fly one of them. You must have in order to fly a bomber. I expect you to be prompt. Your next sortie is 0600."
The elder latin man checking the condition of his Raptor, when this African American man talked to him. He said he had looked new. Now if one could confuse a man of his stature as "New", then perhaps he just lived under a rock. But he decided to put on a friendly face anyway. "New? Haha,oh no my friend. I've been here since the start of the operation. However, I do know you." Then he looked back and forth. "And I know what you can do for me. So listen carefully. I want a purple robe..WITH hood. Make it a Large. As well as a shepherd stick. I won't tell you what they are for, nor will you ask. Am I clear? Good." With that, Saddler turned away to inspect his Raptor, humming an old Spanish hymn.
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