NationStates Jolt Archive

Prolouge: It all began 200 years ago this day. Human technology reached a new peak, once thought impossible, time travel. At first it was a glorious achivement that was to be used for only good, but as with all things glorious there was still one person out there to use such a thing for personal gain. The new technology was taken away from the government by a large corporation known as Burning Skull Incorporated. It was only a matter of time before things started to change, and not for the better. Slowly the earth began to change. The use of time travel caused past to mold with present and future to intertwine with the past. History replayed itself and future technologies became available for present use. All hell had broken loose.
Over a period of 150 years, or so, The world changed and molded into a demented wasteland. A new power came to be, overthrowing all forms of government and law. They were known as the Conclave, and anyone not associated with them were seeked out and destroyed.
It is now the year 3150, nearly 50 years later, and only one army stands a chance of ridding the world of this evil and starting a new world; they are known as The Black Alliance.


IC: "Alright dirtbags, I am Commander Alan Dukar and I have been asigned as your squad leader. This is a serious war we are in and your mommies aren't here to pick up after your mistakes. If you want to survive you will do everything that I tell you, no matter how suicidal it seems, do you here me!?"

The entire squad stiffened up and gave a crisp salute as they yelled, "Sir, yes sir!"

"Good," said Commander Dukar,"at ease. Now, intellegence has informed us that one of the Conclaves major supply convoys is on the way to Old New York, just a few clicks to the east of our current position. We, as the Snipers Squad has been ordered to intecept this convoy and take its contents back to HQ. Breifing will be at 0600 and we deploy at 0700, dismissed." Dukar looked at each member of his squad as they departed and allowed a small grin. He had control of one of the most powerful and deadly sniper units in the whole Balck Alliance. Although there were only 10 in the squad, not including Dukar himself, they made up what they lacked in numbers in experience. They had been trained to be silent and deadly, their accuracy was dead on from just about any distance, with the right weapon, and they had one secret weapon, the Black Raven.

"You ladies heard the commander, make camp and be ready to gear up at 0530. Set up a watch cycle so we aren't ambushed, now move it double time!" said Sargent Henry as he began to set up a snipers nest to keep watch over the squad.

ooc:so do you want people to be squad menbers or what?

OOC:I need two or more to be allied forces within the Black Alliance and The Conclave needs a series of superpowers (large forces and countries with vast amounts of influence) to be the aggressor bent on world domination and the defaet of all who oppose their might.
Try to fill the Conclave position first if possible.

WM is kinda set up like the tri state in a book seriers called the Ashes seriies so the whole world domination thing ain't my cup of tea. though good guys I can be.

(OOC: Hey WM, I style my military tactics after Ben Raines and his rebels.)

Hmm.... I would, but I don't RP this era.

(OOC2:Nice writing. Throw this in your teacher's face. "Boom! I don't need romantacism!" :lol: )

(OOC3: Why is it Dawn of the samurai? Are there any samurai in it? Wouldn't it be "Dawn of the Sniper" or "Raven" or something?)

bump

WM is kinda set up like the tri state in a book seriers called the Ashes seriies so the whole world domination thing ain't my cup of tea. though good guys I can be.

Ok. Tell me what you want to be (navy or Airforce) and you will be in the RP. I want to try to start this tommorow if possible. Thanks

"Incoming transmission commander, would you like to accept it?"

"Yes, I suppose so..."

Commander Conner, there are reports of a group of rebels, or whatever the hell they are, that want to destroy our Conclave. I need your military to take them down. You have the strength to do so, so do it!
Transmission ended.

"Great... Just what we need, a group of rebels that I need to take down... You know what to do, scramble the drop jets, and get our military chapters One, and Fifteen. Thoes are our best. Bring me my mobile suit and make sure everyone is ready to go in 0100 hours."

"Sir, Yes sir."

over post sorry.

WM is kinda set up like the tri state in a book seriers called the Ashes seriies so the whole world domination thing ain't my cup of tea. though good guys I can be.

Ok. Tell me what you want to be (navy or Airforce) and you will be in the RP. I want to try to start this tommorow if possible. Thanks

Navy what type of ships are yes's and no no's?

OOC: as long as you aren't god modding I don't care what the ships are, just remember that the Conclave is Like a hard AI on a computer game; They get everything plus more and are cheaper than hell so it will take alot for us to take them on head on.. get my drift?

IC: For the first few hours there was not a thing in sight and the only things that could be heard were those of crickets and other nocternal creatures. Commander Dukar had set up a post and was keeping a sharp eye out for any hostile activity. All was going well until a loud boom echoed throughout the midnight sky.

"Oh, shit! How did they find us?!" commander Dukar was looking straight at a group of Conclave Fighters and bombers coming right for his squad,"There is no way we can take those on with just sniper rifles, luckly I packed a few rockets....but it might not be enough. Sarge!"

Sarge jumped out of his makeshift tent and looked up at Dukar,"What do you need, sir?" There was a hint of fear in his voice as he relized what was happening,"No way! Troops, Moblize double time...Move it Move it Move it!"

In the blink of an eye, all ten of the troops were equiped and ready to fight fof their lives. Four were equiped with FX5 rocket launchers, four others equiped themselves with high speed auto rifles, and Black Raven Equiped himself with his Long Barrel 345X Sniper Rifle. They were ready to die, not without taking a few jets down with them.

"Get ready to fire, they're almost here......" Commander Dukar readied his rifle and hoped that the blanket of trees above would give his troops and the Raven the cover they needed.

Black Raven steadied his rifle, took aim at the cockpit of the first jet and fired. As the jet swirved out of control and hit the ground, the fireworks began.

"Sir I got air craft ranged at 12 mlies sir."

"What kind petty officer?"

"Sir conclave fighter and bombers Looks like the are in a attach formation."

"Petty officer bring our speed up to 34 knots. they might have a allied patrol in their sights."

Send out a call for any patrols under attack make for Area Zulu Bravo-155

The PT boat gained speed the power was increased.

OOC I Hope your guys are near a river.

OOC since this is like the year 3150, can i have things like gundams, if you even heard of them, if not ill fix it to work out

OOC: <By samauri do you mean 'Samurai'?> asks the Spelling Demon.

OOC: Is this gonna be a character-based RP, or a nation VS nation war RP? If it's the first one, I'm up for it.

OOC since this is like the year 3150, can i have things like gundams, if you even heard of them, if not ill fix it to work out
OOC:Yes, like I said earlier, the conclave can have anything but please dont god mod.

OOC: Is this gonna be a character-based RP, or a nation VS nation war RP? If it's the first one, I'm up for it.
OOC:Yes and no. If you want you can take the perspective a whole army (nation) or a single unit of soldiers. It doesn't matter, just try to take the conclaves side because I already have an ally. Thanks.

OOC: Is it okay if I take my own side?

OOC: Is it okay if I take my own side?
OOC:Yeah, sure go ahead. You can be like a guerilla force bent on.....I dont know...controling dog food cans in the US or something :D . No, but really, start your part of the RP and try to stay with all the rest of us.

"Well, when I get done with the service, I'm gonna take my wife and my little one back to the Renaissance. I figure my son could make good use of one of those Da Vinci clones they were making."
"I thought they outlawed those."
"Yeah, right. I don't care. Clones aren't people after all. And as if the conclave even could enforce that. All I need to do is find the right anachronism and..."
"All right, you leathernecks, cut the chatter. Recon reported..."
*whiz*
"Holy shit! Contact!"
"Anyone see that?"
"No, where's it comm-"
*whiz*
"I think *that* one came from behind."
"Someone light up a god damn screen!"

A few marines huddled together beside a mass of concrete rubble throw smoke grenades around them to give them cover.

"Where the hell's that screen!?"
"Someone's is lying on top of it. Someone help me get it off him."
*hurrgh*

The marines drag the corpse off the shield screen, activating it. Suddenly, they find themselves inside a translucent green box shielding them from bullets.

"Ok, we should be ok now. Report!"
"Anderson, Scott, and Wilson sir, dead."
"Someone call up central and set up for a chrono-cross."
*moaning coming from a wounded soldier*
"Delay in the grid, sir, and our technician's dead. We have to get over to the docks and wait for sunset."
"What's the status on the convoy?"
"Package is fine, sir."
"Ok, we'll wait for three hours and make a break for it. Leave the wounded. In the meantime, someone check on the screen generator and make sure its functioning. Tell central to issue a strike order for the surrounding area. Full plasma arsenal. That oughta teach those god damn gurrellas."

One of the wounded soldiers claws at the sergeants leg. He pulls out a gun. *bang*

The message was sent out "Allied recon patrol this is PT-145 we register enemy aircraft in your area make it to the river ASAP we can gove youcover and take out the enemy aircraft."

Dekker surveyed the desolate landscape with a sneer. Just like home, in the Badlands. "Move it up, folks, we ain't got all day." He shouts over his shoulder. His desert pattern BDU's were caked with thick desert dust, as where his boots. Red clay clung to the soles, despite his best efforts to clean it off. An M4 was slung across his shoulder, and a pair of Army AP's clung to his hips in tactical holsters. Spare clips hung from a ratty bandolier. Behind him straggled the remainder of his divison. They'd been marching for days without rest, having been caught in some brutal crossfire from a rival group. Five people were all that remained. The first, a shorter black man with a powerful frame and a bald head, by the name of Tyrone Miller, former Master Sargent. The next, a man with poster-boy good looks and jet-black hair, named Peter Zion, formerly a Private First class. The third, an angry-looking hispanic with a wicked-looking facial scar, named Greco 'Greg' Torres, formerly a Corporal. The last was a man who looked exactly like Dekker, exceptions being his more toned and lean physique, and his piercing green eyes. This was Dekker's twin brother, Jack. Dekker, was the leader, an imposing-looking man, with ruggedly handsome features and a physique that rivaled that of Hercules. He was a lethal unarmed combatant, ranged weapons being his younger twin's forte. He was differentiated from Jack further by a scar running down across his left eye, and a longer one running the length of his jawbone on the right side. His group was tired and hungry, battered and angry. They neared a cave in a nearby dune, and they made a quick sweep to make sure it was safe, before they all collapsed inside. Dekker sat outside of the cave, keeping watch. He too, eventually dozed off.

OOC: whats going on with the air raid? I am waiting for a response for this.....

IC: "This is Commander Sam, come in Dukar, I repeat, This is Commander Sam...." He took the radio away from his mouth and waited for a response.

"*crack*..This is...Dukar w...we are currently *boom* under attack from.....(away from the radio) Get down, incoming missile.......(towards Sam)Requesting all available navy and ground forces to help out immediately...." The voice died away with a loud boom followed by a long sizzle.

"Damn, well its a good thing we got to the convoy before it got away,"Sam put the mike down,"Every body get ready to attack again."
Three groups of 5 spread out and began to walk towards the smoke screen. They stopped about fifty feet from the convoy and oppened fire.
"Hold your fire!" Sargent Garent,"Wait.." He and his forces looked at the convoy as the smoke cleared and saw that everything was still intact."What the hell?!"

"Sir, it seems that the Conclave have also taken control of the shield technology." said a private among the ranks.

"Ok, move as close to the convoy as you can and we'll see if we can engage in melee. Try to remane unseen."

The troops began to move forward, guns drawn, and looked for the first sign of resistence.

OOC: whats going on with the air raid? I am waiting for a response for this.....

IC: "This is Commander Sam, come in Dukar, I repeat, This is Commander Sam...." He took the radio away from his mouth and waited for a response.

"*crack*..This is...Dukar w...we are currently *boom* under attack from.....(away from the radio) Get down, incoming missile.......(towards Sam)Requesting all available navy and ground forces to help out immediately...." The voice died away with a loud boom followed by a long sizzle.

"Damn, well its a good thing we got to the convoy before it got away,"Sam put the mike down,"Every body get ready to attack again."
Three groups of 5 spread out and began to walk towards the smoke screen. They stopped about fifty feet from the convoy and oppened fire.
"Hold your fire!" Sargent Garent,"Wait.." He and his forces looked at the convoy as the smoke cleared and saw that everything was still intact."What the hell?!"

"Sir, it seems that the Conclave have also taken control of the shield technology." said a private among the ranks.

"Ok, move as close to the convoy as you can and we'll see if we can engage in melee. Try to remane unseen."

The troops began to move forward, guns drawn, and looked for the first sign of resistence.

After the team had slept for a good few hours, they took stock of their supplies. Food-wise, they had seven MRE's and five canteens of water. Weapon-wise they had an M4, a pair of Army AP's, a Berretta M92, a custom-built WA-2000, a .40 USP, an H&K G36, six AMT 1911A1 Hardballers, a MAC-10 and an FAL. Each man also carried a survival knife (Basically the one Del-Toro has in the Hunted), and Jack had a pair of throwing knives. Dekker looked at their meager supplies, frowning. "We're gonna have to raid a convoy or something, we ain't gonna last long out here without more food and ammo." Dekker exited the cave and climbed on top of the dune-cave. There were vehicles moving out in the distance...

OOC: I am assuming that the air raid past over my head and is heading somewhere else, so my unit is moving on.

IC: Commander Dukar waited as the raid got closer and closer, a bottomless pit forming in the core of his stomach. Everyone was watching him, waiting for the command to fire, each starting to fear for their lives. Dukar sat there, like a snake in the grass; just as he was going to give the command to fire, the air raid turned, headed due south. A big sigh of relief boomed through the sqaud as they took a moment to look at how close they had come to death, again.

"Alright boys, we cheated death again, but lets not take advantage of that. We have a convoy to raid." Dukar gathered his supplies and the squad left as if nothing happened.

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The Squads approached the convoy with caution, not knowing what could happen next, weapons at ready. Blue One, a.k.a, Sargent Lee, signaled for his team to hault. Red One and Green One did the same.

"Alright. Red, move your team frontside; Green, you go backside; I'll take position here and give supporting fire. Commander, what's the black squads ETA?" Sargent Lee put down the mike and waited for a response.

"Ten minutes."

"Alright men, we have ten minutes to have the job done or else there won't be any kills for us. Move in cautiously. Over and out."

PT-145 got no responce from the message they sent.

"Allright ensign bring us to the drop point and hget the SEALS off of my boat."

"Yea we can't wait to get off your boat either." replied one of the SEALs

Dekker and his team moved towards the convoy silently and invisibly, using the dunes and the sprase scrub vegitation as cover.

The PT boat pulled away from SEAL team 4. They some began moving closer to there target, A conclave convoy. They knew of DM recon team in the area and were hoping to team up with them.

OOC: The shield surrounding the convoy can only deflect bullets and small explosives, but once you walk inside it effects take place normally. It's a small bubble surrounding a convoy of about 50 people. The convoy is composed of a CSG (Combat Sheild Unit), a APC w/ troops, & a PGU (Portable Gateway Unit [chronosphere]). On the sides and the rear of the convoy are patrolling motorcycles w/ infantry units on them.

"Are we there yet?"
"I swear to god, Stevens, if you ask me that again I will frag you right here and now."
"Hey, Jacobs, what the hell is your problem man?"
"Just the way you capped that kid back in Katchkam."
"You're still going on about that?? That was like eight months ago! I told you, he was giving the guy with the rifle funny looks."
"Yeah, but I was just wondering what it would have been like if I had been the one sta-"

*shots fired*

"What the hell..."

*Commotion comming from outside as the trucks stop in the middle of a valley*

"Ok, everybody out! Scramble for combat!"
"What the hell is going on!?"
"Move, move move!"

"Get that generator online, stat!"
"Report soldier! Report damnit!"
"Resistance, sir. They're comming in from everywhere. We got at least 30 comming from the east, south, & west."
*curses under his breath* "Break out the ammunition; I have a feeling we're gonna be in for a long night."

OOC: Just now reaching dusk, as the dust settles in the post-war fallout of Old New York. This skirmish should take place in hills near the outskirts of the ruins of an old New York. Currently 60 years before the invention of the first time machine (2124). Covenant forces trying to get back home, 120 years in the future after a repair expedition on the timeline. What is currently left of the United States is baren and inhospitable due to nuclear war fallout with Russia, so virtually no indigenous resistance (a few gurrellas.) Covenant is trying to commit genocide by eliminating key 'impurities' in the chronology of human history.

The SEAl team Commander herd the gunshots being fired.

"All right people someone jumped the gun on us lets move, move move!"

The 7 members of the team began running at a good sprint. Their footsteps making a dull thud. This was do to the FBCA each SEAL was wearing. Things had changed in the SEAL's since the 20th century. 4 of the tea had stadard issue G-82 assult rifle another had a big nasty looking .50 calibur beast, another carried the suport weapon a M-560 Slamfist. and th commander had is special issue G-52 hyper rifle. They all carried the M-909 neddle gun sidearm plus several grenades.

"Scramble!" Yelled Sargent Lee as he dove for cover,"Get inside the shield and knock out that truck! Move It!"

Red and Green squads scrambled away from their formations and attemted to enter the sheild.

"Theres too many!" someone yelled as they hit the deck.

"Give me some cover fire, Now!!!" Sargent Lee looked frantically for an opening when he heard a load shot followed by a ear shattering ping. Black squad had arrived,"Good...Keep firing men I'll knock out the generator." Lee took a frag granade and ran like hell into the shield, pulled the pin and released. He wasn't prepared for what happend next......

OOC: Western Might and Mercenary Soldiers.....Kaldra will make the next post, we have come up with something that is going to happen to the convoy and the people around so...just watch for the next post I think you will like the outcome and change in the story.

OOC: Can I join the Conclave? And does anyone mind if I use more high-tech stuff than machine guns and smoke grenades?

"Go to work, Pete." Dekker said as he looked at the chaos around the convoy. Zion went prone and extended the bipod on his custom-built rifle. He took aim and fired, the .300 WinMag popping the head of a soldier like a ripe melon. Zion's rifle was outfitted with a special surpressor and a laser rangefinder, making it accurate and deadly at longer ranges than the standard model. Tyrone Miller hit the dirt beside Zion and lined up a few targets with his 7.62mm FAL. The others crouched and waited, weapons ready.

OOC: Can I join the Conclave? And does anyone mind if I use more high-tech stuff than machine guns and smoke grenades?
Go ahead, please we need more conclave....you will be RPing them along with Kaldra.

*The machine gunners around the perimeter of the shield heard a deathcry come out from behind a shrub as a man wielding a pinless grenade rushed toward them. Stunned, they hesitated when they filled his corpse so full of lead, his ancestors tasted lead for a week. As the bullets pierced his ragged corpse, he staggered backwards, but with his last ounce of strength, he placed one foot in front of the other, and promptly fell forward, dead. The armed grenade rolled through the shield, causing a moment of silence as the grenade hit the foot of a lone sargent standing in the middle of the battlefield.*

"Oh shi-"

*The grenade detonated, leaving a red cloud of evaporated blood in its wake, as shrapnel and miselaneous body parts flew every which way. Scattered chips of bone and metal pierced the CSG, causing a massive electrical storm, knocking out the power to everything as far as the eye can see. A soldier amidst the chaos of combat looks at his rifle, now inoperable. He throws his gun to the side, picks up a large rock, and throws it into the fray.*

OOC: Didn't seem to be too ground shaking too me. A hidden message perhaps?

OOC: Didn't seem to be too ground shaking too me. A hidden message perhaps?
OOC:Sorry, he told me to finish up the rest of that battle sequence, so the event hasn't happened yet.......here it goes...

IC:"He did it,"Dukar said to himself,"the bastard actually did it, Lee took out that damn shield." He turned to his squad and said,"Alright men, thats our que...start lighten them up."

The squad pulled out their rifles and started picking off every enemy they could find. Blood flew everywhere as each soldier fell. Within a matter of minutes it was over.

"Ok. Lets get whats left of the convoy moving again and get back to base. Good work men,"Dukar walked over towards the PGU truck and thought, 'This was too easy...oh well, got to complete the mission' and he opened the door...

The explosion that the granade had triggered that destroyed the shield generator, had sent a shock wave that diabled all electronics in the area, including the PGU. This caused its reactors to overload, but not to the point were it exploded instantly, however. No, it wasn't triggered until a change in vehicle pressure occured....when Dukar opened the door. That three seconds had felt like an eternity; a very bright and horrific eternity. White light flooded the surrounding area, nearly blinding the troops. After the flashbang like effect, a series of ripples exploded throughout the earth outward, like a shockwave away from a nuclear blast. A load sound rang through Dukars ears. It was as if someone was ripping a hole in a pair of jeans, only this sound was accopanied by an earshattering screem of bloody murder. Something wasn't right.

After the light returned to normal and all the echoes were done ringing through the valley, Dukar looked around. He was supprised to see that everyone was still alive, and scared at the same time. For the most unimaginable thing had happened, and it was right there before his eyes.

The Explosion had ripped a hole in space-time, creating a gateway to a random time in earth's history or future. The commander looked around, dazed, not knowing what to think. He looked over a Black Raven, who was the only soldier left standing on his own two feet, and said,"The Conclave probably allready know about this....Get everybody a weapon, and set up a parimeter to gaurd this...this..thing. What ever it is, we can't let the Conclave get it."

The rip had sent shockwaves across the dimension. Conclave sensors went beserk, screeching their warnings to the observation teams on Alpha Base, an installation built in a pocket dimension outside normal space-time, allowing the Conclave to direct their forces from an unassailable stronghold.

"Commander! The sensors are reporting a major disturbance opening. Unless we seal it the time stream could diverge."

The commander turned to face the sensors officer, "How many reserves to we have here?"

"Almost 2000 here. Around 18,000 more can be reached in a few hours."

"Organize an assualt team of 1200 and send them to the hangar bays. And prepare the chronosphere for activation. I'll command the force myself."

Dekker let out a low whistle. "Damn..." His pupils were pinpricks in his eyes, closed by the bright flash. He began to move down the slope towards the convoy. "Let's see what we can salvage, Pete, cover us. Never know what's still lurking around there."

"The the hell was that?"

"Don't know sir. But it looks quiet down there." Stated one of the sergents.

"Damn it, anyway lets move" said the commander.

"Yes sir."

As they near the blast zone, Dekker waves his men down. "Shit, there's still a few guards..." He mutters as he hides behind a nearby dune.

SEAL team 4 spread out moving closer to the wraked convoy. Jimmy's voice, who was out in front, came over the team com frequency. "Hey Commander we got movment up ahead. Looks like the ether people who attacked the convoy are still there otr the convoy gaurds are still up and about."

"All right Jimmy halt were you are the rest of the team will be up soon." came the commanders voice.

"Copy that Sir."

SEAL team 4 spread out moving closer to the wraked convoy. Jimmy's voice, who was out in front, came over the team com frequency. "Hey Commander we got movment up ahead. Looks like the ether people who attacked the convoy are still there otr the convoy gaurds are still up and about."

"All right Jimmy halt were you are the rest of the team will be up soon." came the commanders voice.

"Copy that Sir."

Tyrone tapped Dekker on the shoulder, pointing at the approaching SEAL team. "Seems standards have dropped since I retired..." Dekker mutters.

OOC: Dekker is a former Navy SEAL, drawn from the Marine Corps.

The Commander steps forward. "You are you guys?" The rest of the SEAL team keeps low but with their guns at the ready in case it gets ugly.

OOC: He might think that but these are WM SEAL's from 3150. not US style modern day SEAL's.

The Commander steps forward. "Who are you guys?" The rest of the SEAL team keeps low but with their guns at the ready in case it gets ugly.

OOC: He might think that but these are WM SEAL's from 3150. not US style modern day SEAL's.

OOC: Who's that directed at?

"You are you guys?"

ooc: A general question my guys have no idea how your commander is.

OOC: My guys are pretty well hidden a few clicks from the convoy.

Then how you guys see me from several miles off?

OOC: From what I gather, it's an open area, and two of my guys have scopes on their weapons. Moving targets in an open area are easy to spot.

OOC: Been away for a while, but I'm back now.....

IC: Dukar was still in aw from the event that had just taken place. He and what remained of his team; all but two; just stood there.

"Wow....I..." Dukar hesitated when Raven tapped on his shoulder.

"Sir, I got a SEAL team heading towards hostiles over there in the dunes. Should I open fire on the hostiles?" Raven waited for the replie.

"Are they Conclave?"

"No. Judging by the tatoos on their arms they appear to be another mercenary force. Pretty well organized I might add.."

"Don't open fire yet soldier, lets attempt to hale them, and get some help down here. Now that we know that the Conclave has the technology to time warp, we can use all the help we can get..." Dukar signaled the team and approached the dunes, guns down and a makeshift white flag to show that they had good intentions. The team only hoped for the best, but feared for their lives at the same time.

ooc: who it at the convoy?"

Zion aimed his customized W2000 in the direction of the incoming SEAL team. He smirked behind his scope. His finger tightened on the first trigger, just in case.

Dekker rolled over and held his M4 across his chest. He motioned for the others to stay low.

OOC: Western Might...I guess we are waiting to see what your men do.
Mine are approaching the dunes, guns down but ready for anything, attempting to make contact with hostiles...

ooc; Sorry been busy in RL

IC: "Sir lloks like we arew sighted" He pointed to a hilltop." Saw the flash of a scoope lens. With this sun the should have known better."

"Thanks Sarge. Alright lower your weapons everbody lets show these guys we mean them no harm" He keyed his com mike setting it to a secure frequency. "Johnny fall back and set up. I was some support and a free radio in case this gets hot."

"Yes Sir" The rear medic fell back using heavy brush as cover.

Thje rest of the SEAL team shoulderd their weapons and a make shift white flag was raised. "This is SEAL team 4 from western Might. We are here from the requst of the DM rebles to fight the conclave." The commander spok out.

.:bump:.

OOC:Mercenary Soldiers...We are waiting on your reply. We need to know what your troops are going to do to us..

OOC: Western Might is a crafty sonuvabitch. :twisted: Good idea with the lens flare.

IC: Dekker watched the troops below, knowing that the reflection from Zion's scope had given them away. Dammit, Pete... You're gonna fix that so that doesn't happen again... If we get outta this... Dekker stood up, against his better judgement, and waved at the troops below.

Dukar looked up and saw someone waving. ..someone actually responded...but I just cant hel- Dukar was interupted by one of his soldiers.

"Sir, should we proceed?"

"Yes," Dukar looked towards the commander waving at them,"You there, I want to talk to you, have your men lower their weapons and meet me over ther," He pointed to a small dune just about ten feet to the right of himself. For some reason, that feeling that plauged him before the convoy exploded was ripping a hole throughout his body, yet he proceeded to walk towards the dune he pointed at.

(OOC: Johnny, you should enforce some type of spelling rule. Just my opinion, I'll shut up now.)

ooc: Damn with SAT's I forgot about this sorry dudes.

IC: "Looks like like thet is another group sir."

"I know let get everyone over there nice a nd slow but keep a eye out."

"Yes Sir." came the teams low reply.

The Commander took off his helmet, breathing in deep the semi sokey air. "ah I like the smell of smoke in the morning." He looked to were the other grooups was walking. " Hello there"

OOC: Western, I'm assuming that you encountered my group? Well, alright then....

IC: Dukar paused as the SEEL commander haled him,"Oh, so your the reinforcements that they sent. Kinda late now, huh?" He allowed a small grin to go across his face, but it quickly vanished,"Seriously though, did you see what happend? With that whole event, we are pushed back even further, and to make matters worse the Conclave have time travel tech. And if they wern't enough, we have friggin' mercenaries on our backs." He looked into the commanders eyes and could tell that he too knew what had to be done,"The plan is this, we attempt to hale the mercenaries over there and mold them onto our ranks or we kill every last one of them. I can tell you now that both choices have their risks, but we have to try." With that, Dukar turned back to his squad and singnaled to proceed, then he turned back at the commander and said,"Alright, let's just get this over with." They continued, guns lowered towards the mercenaries.

Dekker gives a quick handsignal to his troops, meaning for them to cover him. He slings his trusty assault carbine across his shoulder, then moves to the location the unknown specified.

The Commander thought for a moment "I would go with the first option, that seems the best.." The then turned to his own team. "Ok boys and gals we alonf with the DM troops are going to mack contact with a bunch of mercs. They might join us they might not. This could also be a conclave trap. In any case be carefull. Sarge, keep Alex, Sara, and Jones here with you. O'Connell our with me. " He keyed the com set And johnny try not to shot friendlies."

"Yes sir"

The Commander and O'Connel then folloed the DM troopes towards the mercs.

"Alright, let's move like we got a purpose, folks," Dukar keyed his mike to a encoaded frequency,"Raven, get a nest and cover us if things go bad."

"Copy that sir." Raven grabed his rifle and took cover in the trees. He leveled the gun and began scanning the situation, finger on trigger ready to fire at any sign of hostility.

Dukar and the SEELS approached the meeting spot and Dukar turned to the Commander of the Mercs,"Hi there." And he waited for a responce.

"Howdy." Dekker says, keeping a hand near one of his Army AP's.

Commander Keane could almost cut the tension with a knife. Hwe extened his hand to the Merc CO "Commander Keance Of SEAL team 4, And you be?"

"Alright," Dukar looked ino the commanders eyes,"We have a problem here. We are fighting a group called the conclave and now we find out that we have to deal with mercenaties too. Well truth is we dont have the resources for that." Dukar was sure to choose his words carefully," Got a proposition. Join us. We will provide the base, food, guns, everything for your help. God knows we could use it now, cause, well, I'm sure you saw what happened." Dukar brought out his hand in an offering manner,"Do you accept?"

Raven had the commander in his scopes, finger on trigger, hoping nothing bad was going to start.

Commander Keane could almost cut the tension with a knife. Hwe extened his hand to the Merc CO "Commander Keance Of SEAL team 4, And you be?"

"Dekker Bray." Dekker responds, seeing a lense flare out of the corner of his eye. Dekker shook the man's hand with his right hand, making a slight hand signal with his left. Up in the dunes, Zion adjusted his aim, keeping a close eye on the sniper aiming at Dekker.

" So Dekker Bray what bring you to this part of the world?"

" So Dekker Bray what bring you to this part of the world?"

Raven sees the other sniper,"F*ck! Why did I do this without covering the reflection, oh well, I have a job....protect Dukar." He keyed his mike to listen in on the conversation, making sure to be ready for anything.

"The name is Commander Alan Dukar of the Black Squad, Pride of the Alliance, good to meet you just wish it was under better terms." Dukar shook the mans hand and immediatly clasped his hands together behind his back and began to speek,"Ya, so what are you doing out here?"

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"General Keyes," navigation Officer Sam said,"a new shipment of tanks just came in from the Alliance and are ready to deploy. Also, DM has begon mass production on the FX-70's and Turbo DL-157's you wanted."

"Good, now we can hit the Conclave were it hurts.."He looked down at his COM link and opened it to Commander Henry of the Armor Divition,"Henry, this is General Keyes. Your tanks are here and ready to deploy,"he took a cigar out of his jacket and started fiddling with it,"Have them armed and ready to be loaded in the AN-77's by 0600 tomorrow. I will contact all field teams and have them reindevou at section D-46 and be ready for dust off. Keyes out." He killed the channel and started making out a simulation of what was going to happen. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.


OOC:I am going to try to find a person to play out the Conclave...The other guy left this RP without letting me know...Hope I can find someone.

.:bump:.

Dekker crosses his large arms across his barrel chest, making the logo on the right shoulder of his arm clearly visible.

"Work. I don't get paid sitting on my ass back in camp." Dekker states.

"Well, ya,"Dukar showed a small grin on his face,"what kind of work they got soldiers like you doin'?"

Hmmm, i would think kiling people is what they do thought Keane. "I would think that His employers thought the conclave would be a likly targetto accquire top secret goods. And from what I've seen I was right"

Dekker seems unamused

"Survival is first, work is second. We got ambushed a good distance back, lost most of my troops. 'Course we killed the bastards, but a lotta good men went with 'em. We went after this convoy for food, water, and ammo. We don't have much of those at the moment. Those folks musta been your 'Conclave', or whatever. Don't much care. Our contract is effectively terminated, the sonuvabitch who hired us was the first casualty. Took a 5.56 through the temple, dumbass made the mistake of aiming in my direction with a hot weapon."

Dekker's eyes go cold as relates the man's fate.

"Now if ya'll excuse me, I've got some scavenging to do."

Dekker begins to move in the direction of the convoy, three of his men coming down from the hills to assist.

Dekker seems unamused

"Survival is first, work is second. We got ambushed a good distance back, lost most of my troops. 'Course we killed the bastards, but a lotta good men went with 'em. We went after this convoy for food, water, and ammo. We don't have much of those at the moment. Those folks musta been your 'Conclave', or whatever. Don't much care. Our contract is effectively terminated, the sonuvabitch who hired us was the first casualty. Took a 5.56 through the temple, dumbass made the mistake of aiming in my direction with a hot weapon."

Dekker's eyes go cold as relates the man's fate.

"Now if ya'll excuse me, I've got some scavenging to do."

Dekker begins to move in the direction of the convoy, three of his men coming down from the hills to assist.

Raven got up quickly and yelled towards Dekker,"Don't move another muscle!"

Dukar looked up and saw that Ravens weapon was lowered. what the hell? he thought. He looked ahead of Dekker and saw a large black mass, hovering above the destroyed convoy. "The hell is that? It seems to be just sitting there..." he kept hearing a deep buzzing sound. Everyone looked in aw for about a minute, then something happened. A load hum rang out followed by a bright flash.

"Alright men, let's get these sons a bitc*s and go home!" Said a randomly appearing general with what looked like a whole army of WWII age soldiers and small tanks.

"HOLY SHI*!!"Yelled Raven as he pulled out his rifle and opened fire on the army.

The tear in space that the PGU had created brought forth the assault force that was originally attacking the beaches in D-Day. The three forces; DM, Mercenary Soldiers, and Western Might were out numbered 30 to 1. This was going to be hell.

OOC:there are only 10 tanks and the rest are infantry. A mix of heavy gunners, medics, rifle men, rocket men, and supply carriers.

"What the..." Keath reaches for his sidearm. but his hand moves away quickly and the remembers the uniforms he saw in the museum as a child. "Holy shit" He was torn for a few seconds on what to do. Dukar's firering choose for him. Now not wasting a moment he unhulstered his sidearm and opened fire. "He spoke to his teams even before his hand reached the gun." All SEAL's open fire. Johhny take out officers and sergants."

Dukar began unloading his clip in short controled bursts. His MKS-50 mini gun had no problem tearing through their ancient armor, but there were just too many of them. As he was firing he heard the buzzing sound again. More soldiers and tanks appeared, as if someone was controling the tear to keep replacing the people that were dying. It didnt seem possible that so many people could just appear, die, and then appear again. Dukar kept firing his weapon but called to his communications officer,"Grant! Get on *clatter* the horn with *whiz* command and get an air team no-" He was cut short by a shell exploading near by.

Grant went to the dunes and called command. "This is Black Squad, I repeat this is Black Squad. Command do you copy? Over."

The mike crackled, We read you load and clear Black...What the hell is that noise in the background?! Over

"We are under heavy attack in section Z-12 Alpha, requesting immediate air support, bombers preferabley, over."

Alright soldier, calm down. An airstrike and supplies are being sent to your position as we speek. ETA 10 minutes, over and out.

The mike went silent on the other side. Grant looked down at the battle field and saw everything. DM's squads were using the dunes as cover with Mercenary and Western while a few of their snipers took cover with Raven where they were raining hell on the troops. The WWII army was right where the convoy used to be, using their tanks as shield as they rained bullets, rockets, and shells on the dunes. The only casualties thus far are those of the WWII army, and one wounded in Black squad. He cursed under his breath and prayed that the airstrike would hurry.

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"Henry" said Keyes," we need to re-route those AN-77's with the tanks to help our people. We also need to load up ten Turbo DL-157's for airstrike, now."

"Yes sir!" Henry moved his fingures across the keyboard as he relayed the message to the AN-77's. "Sir, AN-77's in route. Airstrike loaded and good to go on your command.."

"Now"

The Planes took off with a loud thundering sound. They put to max burn and began flying at over 4,000mph. Their ETA was only 5 minutes.

.:bump:.

Most of the SEAl team had moved into close combat with the WWII troops. It was a logical move on thier part. The 'enemy could not use tanks or artillery on them if they were amoung their own men. Plus the Comabt amor gave the seals a geat edge. Meanwhile the SEAL's were using their 16 inch battle blades and sidarms. WWII GI's could been seen being tosed intot he air like doll.
But the team did stay away from the tanks as they had no room or time to set up the QR-2 assault weapon.

Dukar yelled towards the western might commander,"Get the hell out of there! An airstrike is due in 2 minutes, your men will be killed! Get out of ther now!" He could hear the echoe of the thunderous engines from the Turbo DL-157's followed closely by the roar of the AN-77.

Keane was wielding a thomson sub machine gun, spitting out .45 caliber death. He did not here Dukar but one of is team did."
"Commander air strike moving in ETA less than two minutes"
"Damn, ok fall back everyone now." He emptied the thomson and picked up a M1" Johnny find us a hole." there was no resonce "Johnny?"
"Sorry here sir I'm was a little busy now give me a sec Sir and I'll make you a hole."
Make a Jesus Johnny you son-of-a b**ch! You Did not bringit did you?"Damn him if he did. Damn us if he didn't
Sorry sir But I did." there was a burst of static the mini nuke(not realy a nuke just the ones they used on starships troopers.) made a 80 foot hole"
The SEAL team by then had hit the dirt knowing all to well the power of a tiny tim. Dust, rocks, men and a from what Keane saw was a old Jeep went fling.
"MOVE IT! MOVE IT NOW!" Keane was up and running as was the rest of his team

ooc: thats the lasttime I'll be using the tiny tim they were banned in my country at around this part of my timeline.

OOC:I don't know what your men are doing Mercenary, but they had better be somewhere with lots of cover....

IC:"Alright Jimmy, I got a lock on our first target....Reday to deliver the message,"Derek waited for his wing man to answer.

"You got it man,"Jimmy lifted the red switch and armed the Diggers.

"Alright ladies, cut the chatter,"said Ace Wing Jeff,"lets get this over with before the ground team comes in to pick up the pieces. All aircraft fire on my mark.........mark" The planes let out a loud thunder as they passed overhead at amazingly fast speeds. For a moment, there was nothing then everyone could see a black cloud quickly approaching the ground. BOOM!

Dukar kept his head covered behind the dunes as the Digger scatter bombs dropped on to the helpless WWII soldiers. Screems could be heard as the men were compressed into oblivion. These weren't just any kind of scatter bomb. No, these didn't explode, they imploaded causing their targets to compress into tiny balls of flesh, metal, or whatever they were. They would leave no mess except for the large holes that they created, thus giving them the name, Diggers.

Nothing was left, not even the tear it seemed. Dukar stood and he could see their ticket out of there quickly approaching, the AN-77. This day was finally going to end. The plane landed just 25 feet away from them, luckly these planes could preform landings and takeoffs like a VTOL. As the cargo bay opened, troops poored out to secure the area, followed by about 5 Spartan Tanks and 3 Anak Siege tanks. Dukar motioned his troops to enter the aircraft and did the same to the SEAL team. With a cargo hold the size of a cathedral, they were only a drop in the bucket.
One last thing he thought as he turned to Dekker. "Hey, Dekker. We have room for you as well, I know your not with us but your not against us either. we can re-supply your men and give them warm meals and soft beds for a few days..."he paused and held out his hand in offering.

"Holy mary!" said the one of the Seal.

"You can say that agian." Keane looked at the destruction." But those things seem to be quiet handy." He turned to his team. Most were half covered in sand from collaspe sand dunes. But were out by te time the planes landed. Johnny had moved up by then and was white as a ghost.

"Hey Johnny, whats wrong looks like you turned into a ghost."

"I..I ..I shot General Patton"

"What!? don't be silly it was just a fake." said Lieutentant Andreson

"He's right kid just fake" said Keane. "Ok looks like we got a lift so lets move out."

The seal team moved to the planes with Johnny still looking a tad white.

Dekker pauses for a moment, considering the man's request. His grip on the WWII GI's neck doesn't relax, and as he turns to Dukar, he snaps the unfortunate GI's neck with a single smooth motion. He waves his left hand in the air in a circular motion, signaling for his troops to board. Dekker opens another GI's chest cavity with a few deft chops of his survival knife, slitting another's throat as he passes. A fourth succumbs to a quick kick to the knee followed by a sharp right jab and a stab just below the sternum with the wicked blade of his knife. A powerful hammer blow dents a fifth's helmet, before his skull is fractured by one of Dekker's famous palm strikes. A strong ridgehand to the temple snaps the man's neck, ending the fight. Dekker wipes his knife on his pants leg, the boards the craft behind his men.

"Alright, all aboard?"said one of the pilots.

"Yes, we got a full load.Take us home pilot."Dukar looked around the cargo hold, it was bigger than he couls imagine. The tanks were in the back, still in a delta formation, and troops were scattered here and there. The place was like a mansion, only a whole lot bigger. The plane rumbled and broke free of the earths hold as it took off into the air.

"Herald,"Dukar said.

"Yes?"

"Contact Keyes and tell him that we have some company and to get the bunks ready."

"Sir,yes sir"

Keane let out a long whistel at the size of the inside at the aircraft.

"One phat ride right commander" ask one seal.

"Sure is Joe sure is" He looked down at a thomson he had picked up before the left the battle. He could still not believe it. WWII troops god what was going on?

Dekker is silent, watching as his troops dump a few Colt M1911A1's onto the floor of the dropship.

"Vintage models, sir. Serial numbers are even accurate."

Dekker's expression didn't change. 'This is f**king weird...' He thought to himself.

The aircraft landed near the city of Vereo. This is were central command and lots of other military things took place in DM. When the cargo bay opened Dukar saw the welcoming commity. About 2 squads (20) of S.A.D (Specialized Aerial Drop) Shock Troopers were gaurding General Keyes as he waited for the soldiers to depart.

"Sir!" Dukar saluted to the General.

"At ease," he said," so, I heard what happened. Bring your men and the others in and we will talk." With that he departed.

"Alright, you heard the General, follow me." Dukar led the soldiers into the cement building and down the long hallway. When they reached the end there was a large, metal door. They walked in and saw a large room filled with computer equipment and a long, retangular table.

"Alright, go ahead and take a seat,"Said Keyes. Just then two of the S.A.D's brought in all of the guns that the Mercenaries and SEAL's had recovered from the battle. "Now," he said looking at the Commanders," what the hell happened down there?"

"Something, it seems, caused a rip in time and space and brough a American WWII Army to our time. But from what I gather from my HQ it seems the tme line was not affected."

ok so should i start now or what

ok so should i start now or what
Yes...we are at my HQ so have the Conclave go check out the crash site of the convoy and we will battle soon. Thanks for joining.

OOC: (Let loose the puppet nation of war.)

Mejerr and Taraaku would like to join this thread (Heh, I know you're sitting right next to me as I write this, so blaugh on you.) (Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam.)

OOC: (Let loose the puppet nation of war.)

Mejerr and Taraaku would like to join this thread (Heh, I know you're sitting right next to me as I write this, so blaugh on you.) (Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam.)

??? :?

OOC: (Let loose the puppet nation of war.)

Mejerr and Taraaku would like to join this thread (Heh, I know you're sitting right next to me as I write this, so blaugh on you.) (Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam.)

??? :?
Heh...don't worry Western, he is just one of my buds who was typing this while I was sitting next to him in school (he is so dumb sometimes) anyway he is joining as the Conclave so we can keep this thing going.

P.S. I understand your confusion....stupidity is truely contagious so be careful :lol:

Dekker and his troops depart, each sporting a new handgun, and in Dekker's case, two. His usual handgun, an AMT M1911A1 Hardballer, was based almost entirely off of the Colt M1911A1 that the US Military used during both world wars.

"I take it you're the headman around here." Dekker says as he walks up to the general.

Keane turned the Seal that carried the radio. "Ok Frank get HQ on the horn I want 5 more Seal teams here long with a battalion of Infantry and a supporting Company Armor. Looks like the conclave guys are in it for keeps. and with that time tech stuff back there they could pull some freaky shit."

"Yes commander."

"This is where the convoy should be." The large black Bangata stood at the coordinates of the convoy. But nothing was there. Overhead, the Mejerran Dreads flew, leaving streams of hot exhaust behind them. The Bangata pilots squad mates were busy scanning the area. There was no sign of the convoy anywhere.

A dread streaked in from the east. The pilot came up on a view screen in the cramped compartment. The pilot looked at the Dread pilot in the screen. "Yes, sergeant."

"Captain, there appears to be a base to the east. It's about ten miles from here, and isn't a known Conclave base."

"Well, we should check that out. You take the Dreads and follow. Stay back a mile or two. I'll take the Bangatas in to investigate."

"Yes sir."

The captain relayed the his orders to the Bangatas under his command, and the squad of 40 foot mecha turned and went into a run to the east.

(Don't worry about credentials. I've been RPing with my main nation since the beginning of april. This is just a puppet. Didn't want to get my nation involved with an evil group.)

ok :D

*in helicopter*

pilot: commander radar has picked up a significant number of our troops heading for give me a sec one of our hidden bases. should we follow

affermative give me a link to their commander

pilot: yes sir i'm patching you in now there try now

this is general nick zochopolas of the conclave special forces what are you doing i dont know of any force movement in this area for at least another 2 hours identify yourselves.

sir i am captain zack hooper we were orded to investigate the local military base they reported that commander adnam was worried by unknown frequencys it's probobly just a glitch in the system but well orders are orders.

affermative we will join you there

*lands at base and commanders an apc

The hair on the back of Dekker's neck stands up, something wasn't quite right... He unslings his M4, just in case.

The hair on the back of Dekker's neck stands up, something wasn't quite right... He unslings his M4, just in case.

Red lights followed by loud sirens began to ring through out the base. "What the hell is going on out there?" Dukar asked the General.

"Sir," said communication officer Fred," Conclave forces on the move, from convoy sight."

"Where to officer," Keyes said with an amount of irritation in his voice.

"They are headed straight for us, sir. Lots of them"

"Prepare the armor division along with the military division for combat. We cant loose this base." Keyes walked out of the room.

"Alright," Dukar said standing up," Load up your gear men, we dont get to enjoy this vacation for much longer until we run these bastards into the ground. We will be the first on the battle field, move it!"

Sir, yes sir! they all yelled.

Dukar turned to the other two commanders," You can help if you would like, cant gaurantee that you will see any action with my boys out there but your more then welcome to try." With that Dukar grabed his minigun from the table and left the room.

OOC: The base is surrounded by a fifty foot cement/titanium wall that is dotted with missile and gatling towers. The main entrance to the underground base is located about 100 meters inward from the wall ( direct middle of the base). AN-77's are paradroping my S.A.D Shocktroopers in the base in about 10 minutes and about 50 Spartan and 25 Anak siege tanks are now gaurding the inside perimeter along with about 10 squads of 25 regular military along with my squads from the convoy. Tactical snipers scattered in the walls and other different vantage points.

(Chao Master, that was almost unidentifiable as english.)

The Bangatas were nearing the base. A Dread had flown by it and commented,"How could anyone have missed that?" The pilots of the Bangatas agreed. The walls around the base where easily taller than the Bangatas themselves. They came within maximum range and stopped.

The captain hit a number of buttons in his cockpit, telling the heavy weapons specialist Bangata to open a door for them. The Bangatas were all hunkered down behind a hill drawing various rifles and melee weapons, but one got up on one knee as a large weapon swung out of the case on it's back.

The pilot inside was aiming through his advanced equipment. This weapon was a gauss rifle that fired high-explosive rounds at an incredibly high velocity. He had time to aim due to the fact that any radar would show him as the size of a bird.

He pulled the trigger once and felt the impact of the round leaving the weapon.

Keane smiled. "You think we would walk away from a fight? Lock and load ladies and gentalmen it's party time." He jacked a round into his assult rifle his team doing the same. " Where is a way to get to the top level? I want to hit these guys as they land."

j'ne comprends pas!

nick zochopolas was not sure why he was doing this but something told him that something had gone wrong or was going to reaching down into the apc he opened the weapons compartment and fished out his favourite ak 127 assault rifle.he slung it over his back and straightened his cap.

after about ten minutes an unknown structure came into veiw.

what the hell scatter scatter head for cover, however there was no response yet all weapons were loaded and zack hooper tried to radio headquaters but the radio was malfunctioning.

a scout car was sent speeding back to base to try to get reinforcements

j'ne comprends pas!

nick zochopolas was not sure why he was doing this but something told him that something had gone wrong or was going to reaching down into the apc he opened the weapons compartment and fished out his favourite ak 127 assault rifle.he slung it over his back and straightened his cap.

after about ten minutes an unknown structure came into veiw.

what the hell scatter scatter head for cover, however there was no response yet all weapons were loaded and zack hooper tried to radio headquaters but the radio was malfunctioning.

a scout car was sent speeding back to base to try to get reinforcements

j'ne comprends pas!

nick zochopolas was not sure why he was doing this but something told him that something had gone wrong or was going to reaching down into the apc he opened the weapons compartment and fished out his favourite ak 127 assault rifle.he slung it over his back and straightened his cap.

after about ten minutes an unknown structure came into veiw.

what the hell scatter scatter head for cover, however there was no response yet all weapons were loaded and zack hooper tried to radio headquaters but the radio was malfunctioning.

a scout car was sent speeding back to base to try to get reinforcements

Dekker cracked his knuckles, taking a position on the wall. Zion and Miller lined up targets with their longer-range weapons, while he and Torres made ready for closer targets. Dekker dropped his hand, signaling Zion to open fire with his .300 magnum rifle. Miller let loose a few rounds from his 7.62mm FAL, assisted by a 5x scope.

-Damn Forum-

OK ok ok

forms 2 squads,each consisting of

4 apc's
4tanks {fraction of main force}

and gi in flying collums

t=tank apc=a

a
t
a
t
a
t
a
t{incase you did'nt know}

and both attack the walls while driving in an attemp to get underneath the walls

OOC: Dude, your english really sucks.
*Watches intently as the tanks and APC's find out that there are high-powered defensive turrets on the wall.*

(Seriously, what's your first language?)

ooc: If i had to guess maybe some counrty Europe.

i'm english damm you :roll: what the hell do you mean about my english it's fine.

Tanks roll forwards intently eying the walls. then suddenly the the tanks veer to the left retreating, to leave the apc's to deploy their "cargo". Then as the apc's approach they notice gun turrents,the sunlight glinting of them. holy sh*t faster faster get to the walls we have to make it, the commander will kill us if we dont.

i'm english damm you :roll: what the hell do you mean about my english it's fine.

Tanks roll forwards intently eying the walls. then suddenly the the tanks veer to the left retreating, to leave the apc's to deploy their "cargo". Then as the apc's approach they notice gun turrents,the sunlight glinting of them. holy sh*t faster faster get to the walls we have to make it, the commander will kill us if we dont.

OOC: Okay, your writing sucks. It's a little thing called punctuation, you know, commas, periods, that kinda thing.

hey this is online i dont have to use punctuation much if i dont want too

OOC: It makes you look like a dumbass to the more expeirenced RP'ers. This isn't an Instant Message session. People want you to put effort into your posts, not just slap some shit down with shitty punctuation and spelling.

ooc: Can we get back to the RP now!

OOC: Aight, my basic ettiquette lesson is done for the day.

(OOC: Hell, most people won't even RP with someone who spells like that. Also, Demonic Monkeys won't be updating until monday morning, unless he comes to my house.)

well if that's how you fell see ya, find someone else. :roll:

well if that's how you fell see ya, find someone else. :roll:

OOC1:It doesn't matter who you find....with that attitude your going to piss everybody off in nationstates within the next, oh say, two months... :lol:

OOC2:Sorry I havent posted lately....been very busy, hope this makes up for what I've missed...

IC: Dukar held up his right hand, fist klenched(spelling, grr) waiting for the wall to come crumbling down. It felt like an eternity as the tention began to overwhelm his senses...he was loosing it, but why? He thought to himself, why now? why here? why is this happ-. He was interupted by a loud explosion. A 100 foot section of the wall was torn through by artillery as if it were paper. Shraptnel was flying every which way, hitting many infantry in its wake. "MEDIC" could be heard from many of the soldiers, the battle had began.

Dukar threw his hand forward, pointing at the opposition that now stood in front of him and his army. "ATTACK!" He yelled as he jumped onto a near by Spartan tank.

The Anak tanks deployed their ground conections and extended their cannons. All of them took aim at the closest targets and opened fire. The path was being cleared for infantry and armor.

Raven watched Dukar as he left and readied his rifle. "Alright snipers, you heard the man....Pick your targets and open fire, try to take out pilots...the one with the least kills buys rounds of beer for all.." he laughed and quickly got back into focus. He steadied his rifle, took aim, and shot at the driver of a parked scouting unit.

Keyes looked at the battle on screen. "Alright, get the FX-70's ready to deploy. I want those artillery taken down, now."

The wall took the hit directly, tearing a large hole in it. There was retaliatory fire from within the base, but not much of it was getting near the Bangatas hiding behind the hill.

"This is Black 1, attack on my mark. Head for the wall, we can get cover there. Take out the wall defenses on the way."

"Roger that Black 1." The response was unanimous.

"3....2....1....mark!"

The Bangatas went up running and firing at the wall defenses. Several took direct hits, but kept going. The had their blades out for close combat, and were firing with their ranged weaponry as they closed te distance.

Keane saw the hole being ripped in to the wall. "Allright team lets move to that hole and try to plug it up and show there guys how seals can die"

"Roger Sir" replied his team.

They then began moving to the hole firing as the went. "Anderson the mortar here a start lobbing rounds in there." The SEAL got right to work setting up the light one man mortar. Within a minute rounds were droping in on enmy troops near the hole. And the SEAL team was getting cloer.

Dekker slings a grenade into the breach, then opens up with his M4. Zion drops another few tangos from his perch on the wall, .300 magnum rounds splitting their skulls like ripe melons. Torres follows Dekker's lead, lobbing a grenade into the oncoming forces, followed by bursts from his MP5. Miller's 7.62mm FAL booms constantly, the large bullets tearing into the oncoming ranks.

(Just a bit of info.....Bangatas are mecha. No troops involved.)

(ooc: To let you know these seals arn't 20th century one either. Thse guys have Armored Combat Suits.(like Jonh Ringos Hymn before battle, or like terran marines from spacecraft.)

IC: The enemy fire was getting to hot for just his team alone to hold. "Damn were is the Army when you need em?" He motioned for the seal meamber, with the r adio to come closer. "Get sine DM troops over here now and tell them to hurry if they want this position to hold."

OOC: its starcraft....just thought you'd like to know.. :D

IC: The battle was more than the normal infantry could take, and the tanks were being thrown around left and right like they were childs play toys. The mecha truley had the advantage, and Keyes knew this as he watched the battle from many stories below the surface. He turned to officer Farrik, "It is time...Deploy phase two defense.."

Dukar and his men had been pinned down behind a large cargo holder, about 50 feet from the wall. He looked around for some other cover when he heard a siren start to sound. What the hell?, he thought.
Moments later the bases concrete foundation started to reveal seperate, underground cargo bays, lots of them. As they opened, many of the stationary guns began to fire at the enemiesd to destract them. Each one of the bays revealed a large mecha. Dukar let out a wistel, forgetting the sittuation he was in,"So those are the GL-9's I've heard about."

Thirty mecha appeared from underground, each with the most skilled pilots from DM. These 75 foot tall machines each carried what looked like a large axe on their back for close combat and a large high velocity gatling gun. They split up into six groups of five; in the formation two would carry their axe and the other three would ready their weapons behind them. As soon as the FX-70 jet planes finished ther run, they began to charge towrd the broken portion of the wall, ready to give cover to the SEALS.

Raven noticed that the bengetas ahd no visible cocpits, "Damnit!" he said," gonna have to break out the big gun" He opened another box that was placed next to his position, taking out a slightly larger rifle that had the same design as his main one. The only difference with this one however, was that it fired a 25mm, Magneticly propelled, Depleted uranium shell that could easily tear through almost any metal on the planet. The only reason he didn't use this weapon very often was because Depleted uranium (until now do to uranium mines) had been very hard to come by in DM. He opened fire on the wall, tearing through it like butter in an attemrt to hit the bengetas using it as cover.

OOC: Well Chris, its not quite the Reason but its pretty darn close (except the whole firing really really really friggin' fast and all. :) )

The Bangatas saw the incoming mecha, and drew their melee weapons. They began to ignore the infantry, but kept an eye out for the tanks. The captain looked at the fallen Bangatas, remembering the pilots names for later, and went charging at the mecha, massive katana raised.

The heavy weapons Bangata, equipped with heavier armor and weaponry, pulled out a large rifle and aimed it at a tank. A lance of bright white light shot out of the end of the rifle, neatly cutting a large, molten hole through the tank. He then leveled it at a nearby enemy mecha while drawing a large chainsaw like weapon.

"Ants amoung wolfs."

"What was that sir?" asked a SEAL.

"Never mind. Ok pull back, we dopn't want to get cought in a cross fire."

"Roger sir pulling back"

The team now pulled back finding a better place for cover they began to treat the wounded of the team.

"Well sir looks like no one is lossing a limb this round"

"Alright set up defencive positions execpt "You carter your coming with me."

"Sir?"

"Oh and bring your QR-2" The commander then picked up a long tube from a seal along with a rut sack. We are going hunting for some mech's"

"Oh crap" Carter picker up the large laser weapon and followed his Commander.

OOC: It's a big mistake to ignore infantry, whatever you're piloting...

Seeing the mechs, Dekker gave the handsignal for the LAW's. Popping one of the cylinders open, he took careful aim at the knee joint of an opposing mech, and fired. The 40mm rocket would effectively cripple the machine. The other three in Dekker's team followed suit.

OOC: It's a big mistake to ignore infantry, whatever you're piloting...

Seeing the mechs, Dekker gave the handsignal for the LAW's. Popping one of the cylinders open, he took careful aim at the knee joint of an opposing mech, and fired. The 40mm rocket would effectively cripple the machine. The other three in Dekker's team followed suit.

"Torrus..." Jack waited for a response from his partner in aGL-9 next to him.

"Ya, I'm here."

"Go around back with two teams and we'll flank 'em. Out"

Torrus did a few hand gestures and was soon followed by ten other GL-9's. He keyed his mike, "Raven...come in."

"Yo."

"Lay down some cover fire, team one is going for the back door. Out."

"Roger that," he turned to his squad of snipers," Alright, take out the big guns and ring the door bell, we got friendlies going backside." Immedietly they all broke out their long range rifles, much like Ravens new one, and opened fire on the mecha near the wall. Raven could no longer see the GL-9's...they had already left to get behind the enemy to split their fire.
He still wasn't sure why this base was so important any more..the wall defense was in shammbles and most of the gun implacements were destroyed, but he had his orders.

Keane was haveing a field day. He had not had this much fun in years, running around the battle like he was still an enlisted. Carter on the other hand was not since he was the one hauling the 50 pound laser.
The stopped a few times to fire at enemy mech the QR-2 doing nothing to them. And Keane was not able to get a good shot at them with his own anti tank weapon.
They did take fire from the mechs and soonCarters QR-2 was out of the battle. "here reload for me I got a clear shot at one of the bastards." Keane then took aim and fired the missle hitting in the rear knee joints of a mech. Carter soon loading in another rocket so Keane could get onther shot at it.

The captain's Bangata swung its sword down hard, digging deep into the enemy mecha. He gripped the hilt with both hands, pushing with all of the mechas strength. The sword went through, and the mechas arm fell to the ground. He spun his Bangata around, neatly decapitating the enemy. He knew they were fighting a losing battle, and was fighting as hard as he could. He kicked a nearby tank into the building in the middle, tearing out a chunk of concrete.

"Dreads, we need help here."

A cheery voice came back. "Hai! Domo teichou!"

"Great, a rookie."

The Dreads were there almost instantly, firing missiles and lasers at any target they could fing.

"Shit!" yelled Jack," Torrus, you in position yet?"

"Almost," he mumbled. The sounds of battle echoed into the mike," .....Alright, we're in position...waiting for a distraction."

"Good," he keyed his mike to a second channel, one that the enemy could intercept," Dukar...are your men in the battle armor yet?"

"Yes...we are good to go."

"Good, I dont think they expect us to attack head on and to the left, but we are going to try. Get your men stationed at the west wall and I will position at the east with my squad of GL-9's. Out." He switched the mike back to a coaded channel and called for Raven. "Raven, time to execute phase two of the strategy....open fire on the mecha's knee joints and shoulder connections. I want them out of the fight or unable to use their swords...Torrus will take care of the rest. Out"

Keane and Carter never saw the missle coming in. Keane did the the missle hit Carter square in the chest and sent his limp form flying away before exploding. Keane though did not get out of it unhurt, as a piece of the missle sliced into his right arm, cutting it off right below the elbow. His battle armor sealed off the wound and gave him a mild pain killer.

"Commander? Are you hit? Your vitals are a little off."

"Yea I'm hit, but do not come to get me I am sit combat effective." with that he shut off his com unit and took aim with the antio tank weapon. He pulled the trigger and the missle went screaming into the leg joint of a mech. "Damn that was my last shot..."

OOC:Um......Are you ik Western Might? I think Chao Master is rubbing off on you and your horrific english in that last post.... :D

OOC2:Waiting for you to post mejerr and Teraaku

OOC: Sorry I was rushing to get the post done before school ended. I will go back and fix it.

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