|
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Dec 17, 2006 3:03:03 GMT -5
(yes, sad. and, to answer question numero two, most of the Yukes are drunken, lazy pigs, and we are trained in camo and non-detection [see pathfinder] ...
|
|
|
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Dec 17, 2006 3:48:27 GMT -5
Watching the chaos unfold, The Ustian general smirked at his own wit. "O'Malley, did they call out snipers!?" "Oi, they diyd." "I thought they were dull, but-" "Oi know, who kneew they were thys retarded?!" He couldn't hold his composure as the bewildered troops scattered. the once granite face now broke into a small cackle. Too bad he didn't see that they were arming themselves with heat vision. "O'Malley, I suggest you calm yourself, you could gi-" They may have been sitting in a cold pond, in the now late autumn months, at night, under a sight and night vision nullifying layer of sheeting, but the warmth of O'Malley's laughter at his prey gave him away. Nothing could have stopped what was to happen. Human error is what will be the end of us all. Time seemed to slow. As the realization of his demise sunk in, he looked right at me, as if to say "Why?". A tear rolled down his cheek.his hair became matted with his sweat, his eyes wide in disbelief.His pupils shrunk, and rolled into the back of his head. He began praying fervently. The one lucky bullet entered right ear, a clean shot. It exited through his left cheek. Blood ran from his mouth, dark and fluid, a trickle, then a stream. His welling eyes finally let go, a river of blood, sweat, and tears pattering on the ground. He reached into his left breast pocket, and pulled out a tattered, torn paper and held it in his hands, balling it up in his grip, trying to keep it, as if it was the only thing keeping him here. His eyes glazed over, and he placed the crumpled ball in my right hand. His grip loosened and his head dropped. I moved it out from his fluids, a final respect.
+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+
In the morning, we held a small funeral for him at the request of the other soldiers. we tightly wrapped him in tarpaulin and dug a shallow hole in the mud. His carbine was stuck in the mud, firing chamber up. We placed his helmet on the gun, and relinquished his dog tags from his now calm body. I took the piece of paper out from my pocket and before the hole was filled, laying it on the silvery mass. on it was a photo of himself, a beautiful woman, a young daughter, and an almost newborn child. It was signed "Luv ya Hon. Come back soon!" the dirt was piled back in. No one's spirits were to be lifted that day. He was the only guy that had any life left, and without that, there was no color left in the mess hall, no bad jokes told around the fire, nothing.
|
|
|
Post by V on Dec 23, 2006 22:53:13 GMT -5
It didn't take long for Kusuma to recover from the faint, however she did have one big headache. When she left her quarters, her senior officer addressed her. "Colonel!" He called. "The Halteese, they've sent out scouts to recon the area ahead!" "You mean they didn't bother stopping by the base?" "Aye! I don't think they've forgiven us yet..." Kusuma let out a sigh. In order for them to beat this common enemy, they would have to cooperate, just setting aside their differences would not be enough. "Tell our logistics officer..." The colonel started up again. "To plan a route to captured bunker C and D. We're going too capitalize on this, too. Tell him I want a plan that will have us minimal casualties. We can't afford much more." "Aye ma'am! I'll get on it!"
|
|
|
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Dec 26, 2006 2:42:00 GMT -5
By mid-noon, we had come to the conclusion that I should go see what devastation we wrought within the night. No one volunteered, so i went in solo. Nearer, Nearer, Nearer, i came, the more vivid the pain became. I clutched my head as I stood on the ground where I had lain last night, a throbbing now picking up. As I continued on, groaning became present, and as I drew closer, a gurgling had erupted. The traps worked, alright, but not in the way I had expected. a cage with sharpened brantches to help it stick further into the ground had pierced both of a man's feet, trapping him alive, on the inside, until the he either bled out or choked on a blood puddle in his mouthm, it was too early to tell. there a charred body remained, fter his canteen of contraban alcohol got pierced by a pungee spike. from what the coroner could tell, he lit a lighter to see where he was, not realizing him and the floor around him wasa doused in accelerant. Ouch. Here a man smashed his head in on the tree the deer trap was set in. I called Townes to gloat at the small victory. "Dear Townes, I regret to inform you that the small squad you sent to my doorstep had, an, accident... If you wish to see then before they go into the furnace, I suggest you meet at the midpoint between the Yuke stronghold and the forrest to your south." I ended that with a chuckle. I sent out a peon I pulled from D tent (D for detention beeotches) with a hand drawn cart. they'l meet up soon.
|
|
|
Post by B on Jan 13, 2007 1:50:24 GMT -5
Townes had fled along with the few remaining troops in the squad, he also lost a trusted friend thanks to a cage. It wasn't long before they reached their temporary encampment when Townes recieved the call from the enemies. He reached for the radio with a fake calmness and tried to reply but without an answer. How so much Townes wanted to abuse him verbally before taking his life, but you cant always have what you want. "We should have seen that coming." Townes spoke up in a council of generals. "This is all your fault Townes, had you been more aware our men wouldn't have lost their lives!" One lashed out at Townes and Townes barked back in defense. "Well had the Yukes been smart enough to keep an eye around their base maybe they could have reported traps being set. This is those damn Yuke faults, I say we annul our alliance and take them too." He said and another spoke up. "No, we need them. When we defeat the other army we'll simply demand they leave and if they dont then we will continue the war." The council grew quiet, they didn't want to but they knew that if they let the Yukes stay they may take advantage of them; they didn't want more war. "We're going to try again." Townes started. "Send a message to the Yukes and tell them to be ready. They want to meet us? So lets let them meet us. Send snipers, artillary and an ambush party in the woods and hills. We'll send the other half of the troops to confront them." He ordered and they were all agreed. The Yukes were notified and the army split in half to get ready for this enormous battle.
|
|
|
Post by V on Jan 24, 2007 1:16:00 GMT -5
"Colonel! Another message from Haltie." The senior officer came running in with a paper. Kusuma quickly snatched it from his hands and began reading it over. "Why can't they make up their minds?!" She shouted, then let out a sigh. "Alright. Major!" The senior officer saluted 'Ma'am?" "You take charge of the assault force on the bunkers. Follow the logistics officer's coordinated to the meter. I'd have gone on this assault party myself, but I've a meeting to attend to." "Aye, ma'am." (Still with the W and the B-ing!)
|
|
|
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Jan 25, 2007 21:53:08 GMT -5
(here come a WB impeded post) (consider it a History Channel special)
The man wheezed as he pulled the large cart up a small hill, towards the meeting point the commander ordered him to. "I feel liker a pack mule," He breathed "this thing is heavy as hell!" I was stuck doing this because I was stuck in D-Tent. He makes the D-Tent-ers do busy work, just to keep us working. Less trouble for him. I was chosen because I was laying down, after being the lookout post's go-fer. I was in D-Tent because I was dealing with the enemy. I was dealing with the enemy so that this could end... I have already lost a close friend too many. I was able to deal with the enemy through a sort of Morse code, which was the enemy's. I had lost my dear friend because of him... he is the only real enemy. Cause and effect, my friend. I was hauling dead, stinking bodies to a possible ambush, all because of him. He must be taken down... Little did I know, this revelation was not any protection against what was to come, so I did not hear it until it was too late. the cocking was all the warning i had... left me to die with a small orange sized entry wound in my chest... luckily, he missed, or else I wouldn't be able to tell you this today.
|
|
|
Post by B on Jan 31, 2007 22:10:35 GMT -5
Townes had a bit bigger of a group with him this time, not to mention the many sentries following at a distance and the main brigade many feet away. The troops noticed a corpse, most turned away, it was nothing to be jumpy about, this is a time of war, more of that will come. 'I hope those Yuke losers got the damn message.' Townes said mentally to himself as he continued. None of the troops said nothing. Most of them were scared, why wouldn't they be?
(Crappy post but it'll help continue.)
|
|
|
Post by V on Mar 16, 2007 3:37:25 GMT -5
Kusuma came out of the base to confront the Halteese, rather than wait for them. "Don't say anything. I know what you are going to ask us to do. I've dispatched every mortar man and mortar tank I have left upon the cliffs. My armor division is on standby, ready to keep the enemy in the mortar's range. If that fails, I'll position myself and a whatever remaining force I have in the bottleneck between the bunkers we have captured in front of this base. We'll take out whatever we can at that choke point." She about faced, and said over her shoulder. "I'd rather not die on Halteese soil. So, I hope you have a plan of your own." Then, walked off with a quick wave.
|
|
|
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Mar 16, 2007 5:20:47 GMT -5
A great number of soldiers were on leave, due to excessive pleading. "I need more troops for the final offensive!" The general pounded his fist down into the table. +--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+--+ "General!" The short man saluted. He had a light brown bushy mustache, and was not necessarily the most fit of men. "I...wasn't aware our reserves were this low." "Where did you get these men?" I glanced over to the reinforcements behind the man. "From the surrounding towns sir. All of then in fighting shape, ready to take up arms. More than you have, if I do say so myself." He said triumphantly. "You there, what is your profession?" "I own a gas station." "You?" "Gym teacher..." I nodded to the next. "Health inspector." "MEN! What is yours?" A great roar in unison, "To fight for the glory of Ustio! To fight for the better of the peoples and of ourselves! o fight for the freedom of a new order!" "I absolutely agree, Lieutenant, You did bring more men, but who here brought more soldiers?"
|
|
|
Post by B on Mar 24, 2007 22:42:32 GMT -5
Townes didn't say anything. Their march was at a slow pace to keep as much strength as possible for the fight. Finally, the army was at the spot they enemy said. 'This could be a trap but if that were the case our outside artillery and scouts would've spotted them by now.' Townes thought cautiously but calmed himself. 'If they want their final better they better come out soon.' Townes was getting impatient and his second in command calmed him. Little did they all know, this battle will be one of the greatest.
|
|
|
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on May 5, 2007 2:01:34 GMT -5
That morning was a deathly cold. It cut through the general's skin like a knife, and the olive green outfit offered little to no protection. It was not windy, nor had the elements any part in it, it was the kind of cold where the earth seems to hold it's breath, waiting for the warmth of the sun. Not an animal stirred, and for hours, not a man stirred either. click! click! click! was the first thing to pierce the silence of the twilight. The general raised a butane lighter to his face and lit a cigar. Still nothing moved. he looked around, surveying the concrete walls of the old pillbox. they soon learned that the perfectness of the dawn was hanging from a thread, as a volley of smoke grenades rained from the sky. Massive machine guns pounded, echoing off the walls, until it blended into a siren's screech, accompanied by the commanding voices of rifles. wood splintering as debris flew. A wrath's wail, the call of death that rang throughout the heavens. He savored every minute of it. Only the rear few columns took the brunt of the damage, but the psychological aspect was just as fine. A echo off a hillside shrieked and faded. A grim foreshadowing of what was to come. The first time in recent memory. He felt mortal... pushing the smoldering butt into the arm of a fallen comrade, he flicked the stub into the waste bin. the kind of problem deserves some whiskey. The serene silence returned, but now we know that Mother nature's breath was not being held for life to emerge, but rather for death to take it's tole.
|
|