NationStates Jolt Archive

((OOC: This roleplay will take place in my nation's past, no nations under 100 million, and all participants will have to be accepted to roleplay. It is a civil war, and the Nation of Taka will break off from the nation of Mizuna, and the High Prince Taka Mizuna must survive, other than that, you are free to do as you will to assist either side, alliances formed will be assumed to be dormant, but intact when all is said and done. This will be the first of a trillogy, and any signing up will be welcomed to the other two. Near future to light spaceing only. . . if you are interested, send me a TG letting me know Tech level and what side you will support and I'll let you konw if we have an opening.))

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OOC:

I might, but I didn't have that much of a space fleet at that time...
I mean - 100 RP years ago...
I still don't have much of a space fleet, only that it has become more advanced and far better performant :shock:
Enough to oppose any possible attackign armadas :roll:

((OOC: Most operations will be carried out on the ground, with modern or near future tech, there most likely will not be a space battle. if you are interested, let me know which side you wish to suport, either the Dynasty of Mizuna, or the Principality of Taka))

Mizuna News Broadcast

In what many consider a coup of unknown preportions, the Prince Taka, along with a legion of his loyal guard has taken a leave of absence, taking from the palace many jewels and cerimonial artifacts nessisary for the corrination of his older brother, the Prince Makoto. The Mizunian Empire is asking all nations for assistance in locating the missing Prince and the artifacts nessisary to put Prince Makoto on the throan. . . the corination date ahd been postponed indefinatly pending the recovery of the errant prince and the missing items.

*somewhere in the Mizunian Hillside*

"damn, Damn, DAMN!!" The Prince swore, his young, still boyish features twisted into a scowl, send out our own signal. . . I want the world to hear my story before they choose sides.

After several minutes, transmition equipment was set up, the Prince urging them to speed the process up. Finaly the equipment is finished, and the Prince sends an urgent cominque.

"attention, the Mizuna goverment is no longer under its own control, a new power, an unknown power, has taken control, we belive that the new force is Adam, a. . ." the sentence was cut of by a blast as a rocket barrage struck the hillside housing the coms equipment, silencing his plea for help.

"no time! everyone get in the trucks and get out of here!" there was a desprate scramble as everything not bolted down was grabed and thrown itno the back of the trucks by the Takian Guard, the Princes bodyguard legion.

By the time the Mizunian Army had arrived, all that was left were tire tracks leading off into the dence underbrush, vanishing as quickly as they had started. Prince Makoto glared at the forest, hatred forming in his eyes. . . he turned towards his advisor, snapping "find my traitorous brother. . . and bring me his head."

President Hugo rwad the printout of the messege. "Hmm and you say the comunication was broke suddenly?"

"Yes Mister President" said one of his aids.

Alright I want a recon team in there ASAP to see wat is going on. Send in our best. Once we figure out a litttle bit of wats going on we'll move."

"I understand Mister President." One of the General left the room.

Abut a hour later a Spec ops recon team had gotten word to get to the local airport. The teams codename was 'Cobra Strike' It was a six person each of them had their own speacial traits. Demo, Leadership, communication, sniper, medic, and arms expert. They had never met each other but have read the others files.

Taka sat despondantly in the camp, the three items needed for the corranation cerimony strewn around him like leaves in fall. . . he picked each up in turn, reverently looking over it. The scepter, the symbol of power, handed to the new emperor at the begining. . . the scroll, symbol of wisdom, handed to the emperor after his anointment. . . The sword, symbol of honor, given to the emperor after the ceremony, where he had the option to either slay his brothers, or share power with them. . . it had never remained sheathed durring its long history, no emperor had ever shared power, and likely none ever would, but that was not why Taka had run, Something had changed in his brother. . . some dark was behind his eyes, something he had not seen before. . . a rustle in the underbush caught his attention and he whipped the decorated katana from its sheath, listening to hear it again.

A man walks through the camp, dressed in Takan guard and speaks like a Takan, but something is different about him. An ESS man, the first line of defense and only line of offense for the Empire of Valinon. Few have heard of the Empire, a cold and distant Empire who has locked itself off from the galaxy. It still licks its bitter wounds from the last war with the People's Republic of Greater Ironholm, a war that was very much a pyrric victory.
The man is Major Luther Augustine, and in this time of isolation and heightened tensions with the Dominion of Outer Centauri, the whole Empire is on and edge. Too caught up in its own aims to worry about some empire quietly tearing itself apart. But Augustine has received unlikely orders from the secretive department known as His Majesty's Special Liaison Service. The Mizuna situation is to be investigated, and the Prince, Taka, found. What drives the Specials, Augustine knows not, nor does he care, a directive is a directive, especially one from the department that is the right hand in Emperor Gustav I's reign.
He twitches his eye, activating the mag-input insert in his mirrored glasses. He sees a man sitting with artifacts gathered around him.
"Finally," he mutters.

The Prince reguarded him coldly, the katana half way out of the sheath. Glad though, that it was not a Mizunian, he addressed the man warmly.

"what can I do for you? I don't recall you being in my guard legion, nor do I recall allowing everyone around the comand setion of the camp."

Augustine carefully folds his glasses and puts them away.
"No, I am not a member of either, Prince, but it was necessary in order to convey a message to you. I represent a group of special interests from Alpha Centauri that wish you to suplant the current power-holders of the Empire. We are willing to put certain assets and funding at your disposal. And if need be we can provide a place of retreat should things go....less than perfect shall we say?"

"you have my attention. . . what kind of assets and funding are we talking about here. . . I can barely scrape and steal enough to feed my troops, much less arm them into a fighting force. . . and the Mizunian Military is much larger than what I can field at the moment. What can you offer me?"

Augustine sees he has the Prince's apt attention, and he pulls forth a comp-pad.
"Of course monetary support for basics. And in the end some light armor, and basic munitionary supplies. Perhaps even some more...specialized weapons to equalize the dispersion of forces. And some aerospace assets as well."

General Brent walked into hie president office. "Sir I have the report from the recon team. Looks like there is a resistance against a oppressive goverment. Our men could not get to deep but we are able to find were there might be some reble camps sir."

"Alright, go ahead for the mission. Who you sending in to help?"

"Airborn battalion 2 with a light company of Armer. Light tanks, mortar trucks, APC and the like."

"Good get the ball rolling."

"sir!! Radar reports of incoming Aircraft, they aren't Mizunian." The coms operator burst from his tent yelling. "sire, you better tak a look at this"

Taka nodded at him, "It seems we have company, what do you require in return for this agreement?" he asked as he walked towards the Tent.

The Mizunian Airforce stood on stand by, the bulk of its military scouring the hills in the last known possition of the Takain rebels, about 130 miles south of where they were currently situated. The planes read on the Radar screen, the blip wakeing the napping radar operator. "all pilots, scramble to intercept incoming at oh, niner five five three. . . " he yelled out, his voice carrying over the vox systems around the area. Pilots, some half dressed, others half asleep, stumbled out of their barraks to the jet craft being uncovered from thier camo tarps. The advanced craft glistened in the morning as the pilots borded and guned the engines, setting an intercept course with the incoming plane.

((OOC: WM, you've got an entracne here should you want to take it, if not, anyone who wants it simply has to TG me with tech level and the side they are going to support, we still need aide to Mizuna.))

The Mizunian Airforce stood on stand by, the bulk of its military scouring the hills in the last known possition of the Takain rebels, about 130 miles south of where they were currently situated. The planes read on the Radar screen, the blip wakeing the napping radar operator. "all pilots, scramble to intercept incoming at oh, niner five five three. . . " he yelled out, his voice carrying over the vox systems around the area. Pilots, some half dressed, others half asleep, stumbled out of their barraks to the jet craft being uncovered from thier camo tarps. The advanced craft glistened in the morning as the pilots borded and guned the engines, setting an intercept course with the incoming plane.

((OOC: WM, you've got an entracne here should you want to take it, if not, anyone who wants it simply has to TG me with tech level and the side they are going to support, we still need aide to Mizuna.))

The Mizunian Airforce stood on stand by, the bulk of its military scouring the hills in the last known possition of the Takain rebels, about 130 miles south of where they were currently situated. The planes read on the Radar screen, the blip wakeing the napping radar operator. "all pilots, scramble to intercept incoming at oh, niner five five three. . . " he yelled out, his voice carrying over the vox systems around the area. Pilots, some half dressed, others half asleep, stumbled out of their barraks to the jet craft being uncovered from thier camo tarps. The advanced craft glistened in the morning as the pilots borded and guned the engines, setting an intercept course with the incoming plane.

((OOC: WM, you've got an entracne here should you want to take it, if not, anyone who wants it simply has to TG me with tech level and the side they are going to support, we still need aide to Mizuna.))

Augustine smiles, "At this most my clients require nothing, Prince. They merely wish to see that Mizuna is freed, or you are given your fair share. But, I think the Empire would wish it that in return we enjoy good diplomatic relations with your nation in the future after this war."

"Allright we pasted the last check point boy get into drop fromation ETA 10 Minutes
The transport planes moved into formation headign for their LZ in Taka thier escort fighter were 3000 feet above them a total of 4 squadrons(48 ) The transports thems selfs armer there own 20mm defence cannon.

"This is Escort leader to trnasport Leader we have inbound aircraft of unknow nationality Arming missles." Then to his own pilots. " Listen up we have a posible enemy aircraft going to bear down on us. Our job it to protect the Bombers at all cost."
He got the four Rodgers from the squadron leaders.
"Good we fire when they are withing missle range, which is in 1 minute."

"that sounds resonable to me. . . friends are always welcome in any fight."

"sir, those incomings have been tagged by the Mizunian Airforce, they'll be shot down if they aren't careful. Should I open coms with them?"

"Affirmative, tell them to not engage the Mizunian Airforce, but to keep possition. . . I want two platoons scrambled, one armed with AA weapons, anouther as search and rescue, triangulate the course and get our S and R team out there to greet whatever hits the ground, get our AA team on an intercept course to shoot down those Mizunian fighters."

"Aye sir, dispatching orders. . . by my calculations, we'll be in range and able to open fire within two minutes."

"lets pray those flyboys don't get itchy triggerfingers on us"

The Mizunian Airforce soared towards their target, the wingleader opening a chanel.

"Unidentified Aircraft, you have violated Mizunian Aerospace, please state your intentions so we may rerout your course. I repeat, please state your intentions so we may rerout your course, if you fail to comply, you will be forced to land. . . failing this, we will open fire."

The wingleader waited for the responce, his ETA to contact reading 45 seconds. He switched his vox chanel to the Mizunian Airforce only, barking out anouther set of orders.

"keep vector locked in, these shouldn't be hostiles, but we can take no chances, be prepared to open fire, but do not lock missiles on untill fired upon or I give the command."

He switched back to recieve only, waiting for the unknown aircraft's responce, blissfully unaware of the Takian ambush being laid below. The polymer based skin of the aircraft shuttered as it hit turbulence, as if forcasting its inevitably incoming tumble to earth.

"This could get interesting." muttered the transport flight leader.

"Sir?"

"Nothing XO." He key the radio mike. "This is WM convoy flight 302 We sem to have passed through a EMP feild and are currently haveing problems with the navigation equiptment. We ask permission to keep on our presant course till we correct the problem. And since we are fling blind at the moment that would be unwise."

The transport flight leader then switched to a coded frequency the one used by the Escort leader. "OK we got a few enemy fighters but hold off we got freindly flak about to chew them up."

"Rodger that. But freindly flak? would would have thought I would glade to see flak when I'm air born."

"I Know how ya fell Transport flight leader out."

half the Platoon, still 20 men strong, roared to the pass where they would make the intercept, the other 20 heading further down.

"alright boys, listen up and listen good, we'll hit em hard and hittem fast, 'Toon 1 will cover the retreat, we will cover the pass and hit them first, check your targets, we've got some blues in the air, and I'd rather not lose anyone comin to bail us out, understood?"

"SIR YES SIR!" the men shouted

"to your possitions, we've got 30 seconds"

The men scrambled from the trucks, 5 stingers and 10 old model AA guns were produced and set up, tehy could see the vapor trails in the sky of the incoming Western Might aircraft, along with the menicing forms of the Mizunian Preditor Air-superiority fighters.

"'Toon One, are you ready?"

"set up" the reply came back

"'Toon two in position, lets light this candle"

He held his hand alof, the radio by his mouth, waiting for the Western planes to get out of the firing zone. As the tail end of the last fighter exited teh fire zone, he bellowed into the radio "GIVE EM HELL!" dropping his hand, the signal for the batteries to open up.

Double post

The pilots saw the incoming stringers and AA fire. "Hold on wait till the last minute and let em have it."
The WM planes hold formation wait ing for the right moment to fire.

"Wingleader, I'm getting some weird readings from the ground, a lot of metal down there, should we investigate?"

"negative, this area is clear, keep tabs on those planes, I'm going to request they land."

The wingleader switched back over to the coms chanel with the Western planes.

"negative, please land at coordinace one, nin. . ." he was cut off by the missile lock warning. He jerked the control stick hard and relaced a chaff, hoping to send the missile on a wild goose chase. No good, the radar lock followed his craft as it rolled, striking under his left wing. The plane held together but pitched wildly, sending his plane carrening into his wingman's wing. The impact shattered his canopy, crushing the wingleader. Wihtout control, the plane continued its course, dragging the other plane with it. Desprate to be freed, the wingman jerked his plane hard, slamming the nosecone of his wingtip missile into the front of the cockpit of his wingleader. The detonation riped his wing off, and sent the plane spiraling to the ground. The rest of the squadron turned to break off pursuit, as the rest of the Takian AA batteries opened up. Two others fell to stinger missiles, and five to the over welming amount of flack the AA batteries threw up.

"Escort light this is escort leader we have enemy planes on the run, lets keep it that way. I want squadron leaders to lock on and fire." He fliped a swich and armed his port wingtip missle. " I have lock, Gold Raven One fox one."

"Silver Raven fox one."

"Copper Raven fox one"

"Steel Raven fox onr."

The four missles shot out from the wingtips of the fighters. casing afters their Mizunian counterparts.

The computers screamed warnings, automaticly launching flares and chaff to draw the missiles attention away. One of the Western Might missles was fooled, chasing the flare to the ground and detonating harmlessly. The other three streaked onwards, two of the Mizunian fighters rolled hard, the pilots struggling to stay concious through the tremendous force exerted on them, and lost the missiles, but the forth slammed into the tail end of its target. The detonation sent him spinning out of control, and as he reached for the eject chord the fire shot through his fuel system, causeing his craft to blosom in flames.

"Allright looks like they are running, all planes hold fire."

Back aboard the lead transport.
"Taka rebekls this is WM transport flight 270. we have some buddies for you. were do ya want em?"

Prince Taka looked with grim satisfaction at the smoke rising from the nearby hill sides. "send our S&R team out, salvage what you can, and see if you can capture the pilots alive."

he turned to the radio. "roger that WM, Prince Taka here, we'll have craft to pick you up 30 miles down path of your current heading, there should be a fairly large field out there for you to set down just about anything. Thanks for the aid, God knows we're gonna need it."

"We copy that, the transports the armer will set down in 5 minutes. Though the troops I'm carring would not take it likely if I just set down and just let em off. " The pilot seemed to get distracted for a second and yelled at someone on the plane.
" Damn those idiots. Prince Taka be advised that the Airborn troops are jumping."

"The hell? Checking maps and diverting patrols, I hope to god they know the difference between me and Mizuna forces. . . tell them to look for blue armbands"

The prince shook his head, as his topography advisor came in, shaking his head. "bad news sir, that area is swamp land, infested by squallem and the blacks, we better get units in there to pull them out before our back up becomes lunch."

"damnit. . . Be advised WM, your boys are jumping into damned unfriendly territory up there, we'll try and get in touch with with the command of the Airborne, but we are sending a couple hoverboats* to scout and rescue what we can. Taka, out."

He waited a while and turned to the generals clustering around him. "Well what hte hell are you waiting for? get out there and pick up those men!"

They snapped to a flurry of action, orders being dispatched, and a few of the hoverboats being taken from storage to begin the hunt through the old decaying forrest.

* - larger versions of the fan boats used in swamps

Crystal Lake was a mockery of its name, for it had been neither crystal nor a lake for centurys. The depression had dried over the years, allowing the forrest to encroach, but when the rains returned it had filled again, and had left the forrest to rot and add to the murk and mire below. Squallem, reptilian carnivores patrolled it, feeding on the small fish that had returned, or the foolish animal that tried to cross it on foot. Though no larger than a man's hand, they had wicked rows of needle like teeth, and swam like crocodiles, and would swarm around their pray and slowly, almost sadisticly tear it to shreds. The only thing worse than the preditors of the lake, were the preditors of the air, the blacks. A subrace of the Avians, the large winged mammals that Mizuna was famous for, they much smaller, much faster Blacks were as dark tempered as thier skin, lending them the nick name the ebony death. Scavengers, they prefered to wait untill a school of Squallem had caught and killed, before swooping down and tearing peices of with razor like talons. Few ventured into the swamp, its paths, waterways, and hunting grounds of the Squallem and Blacks known only to a few locals, none of whom would enter the swamp at night, and most of whom would not enter it at all. The nearby hamlet of Black's Nest had lost its share of locals in the accompanying Crystal Lake, and hardly a week would go by without the remains of some poor traveler washing up on the municiple dock. The swamp opened, the brackish watter seeming a clearing, as the maw beconed the floating WM paratroopers to enter, a meal for a beast that could never grow full of lost souls.

"Ah shit sir look at that down there." One of the captians radioed the Battalion CO.

I See it . Good thing we took a sea route to get here. Give the order for once we hit the water inflate survival rafts."

"Yes sir but dowbn you tink there might be a few nasties down there> too?"

"God Damn it you sissy you have a gun so if somthing tries to eat you shot it."

"YES SIR!"

idiot thought the CO

"Sir," came another voice on the intercom. "Sir we got some birds sir look like they be a type of vulture."

I hate this command, give me MI troopers any day This is the new ROE's, if somthing is or looks like its going to eat you. SHOT it." The Co then switched off his mike.

Takian craft roared through the paths to the edge of Crystal Lake, the trucks stopping to let off a swarm of Takian rebels. They grabbed and hoisted the hoverboats onto the springy ground, climbing in. They knew of the dangers in the swamp, as the Squallem was well known and feared through all of Mizuna. Slowly, they slid over the water, beams tracing its mirrored surface for signs of the Airborne division.

Why did i join the army? why didn't i just stay home and work on my dads farm?
Private Copper was hangin from a stray tree branch not 3 feet above the water. And blood was dripping from a wound as his side, the blood dropign into the water.
Just then Cooper was a log floating under him. it was about 15 feet long, black bark and and..."Oh Jesus a a gator!" cooper raised his rifle and open fire the moster .50 caliber suppor weapon bucking in his hands. The thing disappeared under the water and all was quiet. The moster spung its jaws closing on his legs and lower torso. "AHHHH Jesus sarge! Help Og Sweet AHHHh..." The parchute holding in the tree riped sending him in the water with the beast. There was deep trashing and Cooper thought he would be done for when though it all he heard a gun shot. then another and still another. The water that was turning red with his blood began to turn more back and the beast let him go.
His limp, broken, half gnawed body floated to the serface. Hands reached down and pulled him aboard a rubber raft.
"April grab his le.. stup and hold tight. John put more presure on those cuts.
Cooper could not belive it he wa alive. But even though his own blured mind he could still hear screaming.

***
"Capitan how many men are lost as of now.?"

"sir 13 so far with 50 others well.." The voice trailed off.

I told the jump master not to start that this was bad ground, but they.. damn them to hell."

Captain Makoto snapped to, sprawled on a patch of dry ground. A gnawing pain in his leg caused him to look down, and imediatly wish that he hadn't. A black. . . he could tell by the draconic nuzzle chewing on a larger wound. . . the bastard was eating him alive. He kicked at it, sending the creature flying through the air towards the nearest branch, where it landed and reguarded him coldly. He looked around, trying to clear his head and figure out what had ahppened, but the parrchute behind him and his torn and burnt flight suit told him all he needed to know. He had been shot down, and had survived. . . a feat few Mizunian Pilots could brag, though more because the Mizunian Air Force looked most harshly upon failure. He heard voices, and could tell by the accent that they were forgieners. He had to hide, and, dragging his bloody leg behind him, sought somehwere to escape his pursuers.

"damnit, they must have been the ones that we were chasing. . . come to make sure I'm dead? or to get our planes?" he looked around, not seeing any signs of wreckage, and turned back to the incoming WM forces, his pistol drawn.

"Sir the air esort, reports some Mizuna pilots were shot down."

Get some people on looking for survivors, but I want any that are kept alive."

"Yes Sor."

Makoto stood hip deep in brackish water, ignoring the pain in his leg. He sighted up on the approching WM forces, preparing to drop the leader, when a sharp stabbing in his calf caused him to scream in pain, twisting around in time to catch the tail of a Squallem as it vanished underwater. Cursing loudly he fired into the water, scrambling for the bank.

A sergent was leading a patrol in search of downed Muzuna pilots when he heard the scream and gun shots." Hurry up men looks like anothwer guy fell to a gator."
The 20 or so men moved up on the double. They soon came into sight of a officer firing into the water. The sergent and several others saw the movment and to opened fire. While two other men closed nearer to the Muzuna pilot to shot him with a tranquilizer gun.

The Mizunian captian pointed his gun at the soldier, waves of darkenss consuming him before he could get a shot off.

* * * * *
The Takian hoverboats heard the shots, turning towards them in the hopes they would not be too late. Tearing through the water ways, the large boats streaked towards them, lights scanning the water and shorelines in search of the errant reinforcments.

thunk Airborn troopers were throughing knives into the dead corps of the large gator type lizard. Near by several medics were tending to the downed pilot. His hands tied behind his back, all weapons stripped off him and searched several times for hidden information, weapons or suicide pills.( they would mostly find any paper documents. But if they are hidden in any body cavities then they are still safe.)

((OOC: you'll find a few basic essentials, food and water, a knife, the pistol and his papers of identification.))

The Takian boats moved into the area where the WM forces were located, shining a light over the airborne men.

"You gentlemen need a ride?" The Takian Pilot asked, pulling hte wide boat over to them. "my name is Azreal, I'm the leader of this little tea party."

A man steps forward "I'm Colonel Andrew Keane. Co of the 2nd airborn Battalion. And a lift from this over sized mud puddle would be nice." His attention was drawn to two medics carrying a trooper in a strecher.
At closer look one could see it was the downed enemy pilots. His would were tended to and he had a plasma pack driping into him.
"I believe you might want to have a talk with him we he awakes" keane says to Azreal."The troops began gathering in a lose circle around that area.

ooc: one of my Battalion is 2000 men hope it ain't to light. :wink:

Azreal nodded towards him, three Takian soldiers lifting the man on his stretcher and loading him in the boat.

"If you don't mind, I think now would be a good time to get the hell out of here" He waited till the last of the WM forces had gotten on, and gunned the engines, tearing through the swamp towards the waiting APC's.

"The prince will be wanting a word with you in person Colonel Keane, glad to have you figthing for us."

"I'm just glad to be out of the damned HQ. Seems that the airborn units will be put into somthing called the Moble infantry. This is most likly the last mission for this unit and me. " He shakes his head. " They won't be needing a old soldier like me anymore. Jumping out of a airplane is bad enough. But those plans for drops ships. They are crazy."
A Captian walks up to him with a box and a list of names. Keane reads it then crummples the paper. He open the box, which is filled with purple hearts and Medal of Courage(A medel given to those who fell in combat. He picks up one of each and tosses it over the side. He does this 67 times.

Azreal silently salutes, solemly reguarding the somber ceramony. The boat arrives without incident, docking with several others, the WM soldiers already streaming out.

"hope you boys don't mind, we took the liberty of cooking a welcoming meal for you at camp. Stewed rabit over fried rice, and a shipment of fine Mizunian wine, compiments of poorly guarded Mizunian Officer Mess convys."

"That you Azeal, I'm sure my men be thankful. Army food get qiute trerable after a few months." He told some Captians and lieutenants to keep and eye out and make sure the WM troops take it easy in the wine.
"Azeal I was woundering how did the transports that were caryying our Company of Armor?"

Over the Takian and Western Might troops, a spy plane flew over, taking pictures and examining the conditions...

Back at the Citadel of Cala, the King has decided to assist Prince Taka Mizuna... He has decided to dispatch Major General Johnathon Hancock with the 6th Rapid Deployment Division to assist. Meanwhile, a trio of commandos already in Mizuna were ordered to contact the Prince.

"not good I'm afraid. . . We have reports that they were captured by Mizunian forces. . . it looks like they were taken by surprise and stopped before any shots were fired. . . so with luck we'll be able to get both the vehicles and crews back in one peice, but we have to hurry, The Prince will breif the men on the specs of the raid. . . I also expect he'll be providing Takian katanas for your men. . . its a bit of a tradtion around here, as well as a survival nessessity should Mizuna releace the few Squallem they have been breeding."

he stops and points to the distance, pinpoints of flame showing through the trees "that is our camp, which means we'll be hitting the second check point soon. Our guards have been informed of your arrival, but they are a little jumpy so just let me do all the talking."

((OOC: FCN, role play your commandos entering the camp, you shouldn't have too much trouble as the guards will not fire unless fired upon, so don't worry about losses to blue on blue fire.))

The three commandos wearily moved towards the Takian base, weapons raised and ready for anything. The three were wearing camoflauged uniforms and carrying assault rifles with grenade launchers. They quickly approached the camp and slipped inside, acknowledging the guards as they went...

The Takian guard watched the commando carefully, but he was not dressed in any uniform that he had seen the Mizunians use. He approached them, his rifle ready, but not raised. "name, rank, and intent" he said, cautious of them, there had been reports of incoming allies, but one could never be too careful.

*tag*

One of the commandos shoulders his assault rifle and responds, "The name is Rayson, Jimmy Rayson, Lieutenant of 5CN Obsidian Special Forces Unit. These two men are Ensigns Roger Tolarm and Henry Lafayette..."

The guard nods. "This way sir"

he leads the men through the camp, stopping at the feet of a young, haughty officer. He lookes over them

"what do you want?"

"Sir, three commandos from 5CN, I was ordered to bring any aid to you to await briefing."

"very good, back to your post." He looked the leader in the eye, "I am Yuugi, commander of the Prince's seventy third division, I pray you didn't have much trouble getting in."

Rayson salutes, "Lieutenant Jimmy Rayson at your service. We didn't run into too much trouble getting in. We met some AA when we HALOed in but besides that, no resistance... The King of the 5CN would like to inform you that reinforcements, 15,000 airborne troops will arrive pretty soon to help."

"Excelent, you should talk to the Prince, he will be meeting with Western Might forces soon, they air dropped into some dangerous area, lost quite a few if I'm not mistaken, plus had thier armor captured, so we will be breaking that out to reinforce our possitions. Please, this way"

He walked towards the north end of the camp, away from the rows of tents towards a coms tent and a singe man tent, with a collection of valuable artifacts laying inside, a single man posted to guard them. The prince, scanning a long line of data, says something to the Valinon delegate, before turning to face the newcomer.

he extends his hand.

"Welcome to Mizuna, I hope you had a pleasant trek, for the next part will not be easy."

Rayson bows. "It will be a pleasure to help you... As you know, a 5CN division will arrive soon to assist..."

"so I've been informed, we'll have a convoy out to pick your troops up as they hit the ground, we neturalized the air threat in this area for now, but next time they will be back with a vengance. I hope you've got enough support, our ambush won't work twice."

Rayson saluted once again, bowed, and strolled out of the tent with his two commandoes. Picking a spot, they scrutinized a map that was taken out of Rayson's pack and began searching for a location for the drop.

Meanwhile, in the Citadel of Cala, two divisions of Rapid Deployment troops were forming up and boarding their long-range transports. Along side the troop transports, additional transports were being loaded up with equipment and supplies by the workers.

Makoto glared at his aides, news was not good, an unidentified country had dropped troops into assist his traitorous brother, and reports were that more would be coming.

"Well, do you have any good news?"

"yes sir" His advisor said, saluting "we managed to capture an armored company that was paradroped into suport the rebles, we have them under field arrest, and after we camp tonight, we will bring them in to bolster our forces and interogate the crews. we should know by tommorow night who we are up against."

"excelent, now leave me."

"sir?"

"leave, before I lose my temper."

"aye sir!"

The aide hurried away, leaving Makoto to himself in the dark throan room. He sought with his mind, and senced that he was alone, save for the ever pressent cameras. He entered their circutry with his mind, merging with them, and switching them off. Alone, Private at last, he let the disquise slip off. The air around him shimmered, the illusion disperced, and his true face hit the cool air. Scared, mangled, and burned beyond recognition, it was the face that Prince Makoto had died with, and the face that Adam had been reborn with.

"so it has come to this" Adam mused "A final battle, man against the reborn God. . . Death, resurection. . . and you, my dear brother Taka, shall die by my hands, and be reborn, anouther part of me."

A smile crossed his torn and tattered face. "and then, no one will be able to stop me from slowly killing and taking every man, woman and child in Mizuna. . . creating an army of Gods. . . Invincible, growing with each corpse I drop at my feet. . . "

He lost himself in the glories of conquest, seeking with his psionic sence those who would be the first to join him, finding them in the imprissoned bodies of his brotehrs and sisters. . . the NESS units, as he had once been. . . constructed to be perfect. . . and in all accounts, a total success.

In the begining, God had created man, and in his arrogance Man had created God, Now it was time for God to purrify his wayward creations.

ooc: sorry for the delay. It was a long weekend and my computer died late friday, and still is. I'll post IC'lly later today on a school computer.

OOC:Is there any chance of me getting a summary?

Andrew talked to his captians and platoon leaders. He then sent a coded message back to WM HQ. HE was told another Airborn Battalion whould be arriving soon. with their own armor plus added supplies from the Princes men. He was to have a landing strip ready and secure by 0800.
He then left to find Azeal.

Azreal saw the WM soldier coming towards him, and set his bowl aside, pulling out a rough map.

"just in time, We've got the area secured, but there is just one little problem. . . we dont' have enough men or armor to cut off incoming reinforcements from Mizuna. *he made several quick movemnts over the map, indicating a large hiway south of the possition.* "we will need to hit them here to stall or stop them, but we dont have enough armor to dispatch. . . I hope you've got a plan, or this could turn real ugly real quickly. . . we'll need to execute the attack no later than 0900 hours, otherwise they will have broken camp and will be moving south. . . now unless your boys can get in and get out, leaving no tracks with those tanks in two hours, we are going to be in for a hell of a fight."

A takian soldier approaches and salutes, wispering something into Azreal's ear. His eyes widen slightly and he exhales in frustration.

"and to make matters worse, it seems Mizuna is sending some kind of a super tank against us. . ."

"My boys and gals can handle light and some medeum tanks and with the weapons and and extra Battalion coming in at 0800 we might have a better chance but not much more." Keane took a closer look at the map. He pointed to a area east of where the WM armor was being held. "Is that a field? if so I think I got a Idea." He nodded his own head. "Yes a very good Idea"

Azreal nods, A big one too, ground will be hard this time of year too, you thinking of dropping reinforcements into there?"

"Yes, but we had to have another attack to draw men away from the field and surrounding area. That way, when the other group attacks they enemy will be weak on that front."

"so a bait and switch. . . I've got anouther idea. . . you see this hiway? its wide enough to land a cargo plane on. . . If we thrust at the prisons where they have your men and tanks, then again at the supply depot here we will be able to divert them far enough away to get a plane in unnoticed. . . If we can, we can get behind both the first front and the reenforcements. . . if it works that is. . . we wil need to fade out with teh first front as we hit them at the suply depot, then move in swiftly to take the armor, we'll bring that to bare against the depot here *he moved his hand against the rear of the depot, at the opposite side of the main building* in a clasic pincer, then when they bring reinforcements, we hammer them from their rear, catching them in a double pincer move, this group *he points to the first armored group* should ahve enough time to garrison the supply depot and they will be hit about 20 minutes before we can hit the reinforcements from the rear. . . if they can hold out, we'll win the day."

"Sound plan. question is do we have the men to pull it off.? As you now I have 2000 with me and another 2000 coming up soon. Thouh I have noticed a few troops from another cuntry here. Are they briging more up. If so how long till they get here?"

"as it is, we have about 10,000 to draw from, though the locals in this area are sympathetic to our cause. . . if we needed to we could draft an additional 5,000, though they would be disorganized and poorly armed. . . . they would have spirit, but thats about it. if we send 4,000 to the supply area, and anouther 4,000 to the prison compound, that should allow you enough slack to get a few of your men into the prison compound to deliver orders, as well as ahve the rest link up with your incoming. . . as for the other nations, we've got a shipment of jets coming in to provide aircover, and some tanks from Valinon, they should be here within a few days, we've also got a special forces division from 5CN that we can use to slow that convoy down without having them take too many casulties. . . as for the mobile infantry they will be provideing, tehy most likely won't be here in time to hit this convoy, but if we play our cards right, we might be able to press into the capital in time for the Prince's inaugruation. . . catch them with their pants down if you get my drift."

Sounds goof I'll get a few squads pick out to but out my men and help them get back their armor. To let you know I'll be going in with those squads so the rest of my men will be under your command."

"excelent, I will get you before the raid begins, you and your men should rest up, its going to be a long day tommorow. . . wine?" he asks, pulling a bottle of old Mizunian fireberry wine and offering it to him, "thats a good vintage, they say that fireberry wine is lucky in battle"

Andrew shrugs."Why not." He pulls out a cup from his pack. "You know some other units in Western Might. Doalmostthe same thing.Never togointoagood fight 100% sober, though not drunk either."

Keane pours some of the wine into the tin cup. He then take a small drink. "Not bad in fact t it is the best wine I have every tasted, besides being the first."

Azreal ate in silence, though not coldly, offering a plate of stew to the commander to go with the fine wine.

"its going to be a cold night. .. and an early morning. I belive I'll turn in for the night."

He stood slowly and headed towards his tent, drawing his katana as he whent.

"peace bless you tonight Andrew, for tommorow shall bring only war." He looked over the blade for a moment before resheathing it and laying it inside the tent.

Keane soon to moved over to were his men were and told them to get some sleep. "All right we got a big day ahead of us so get some Z's"

The Mizunian camp was a flurry of activty, final preps being made in the moving of the captured armor to the capital. Outside of the prisoner cages a pair of guards were playing cards, throwing stones at anyone who got too loud. One WM tank commander lay bleeding on the ground, victum of a lucky stonethrow, while his commrads in arms pressed torn peices of thier uniforms against his bleeding forehead. The tanks streched outwardly forming long rows, as Mizunian guards kept watch over them all night.

Rayson received a low-frequency, heavily-encrypted message from the Citadel of Cala, informing him that the paratroopers would arrive that night. Standing up and stretching, Rayson decided to inform the Prince of the good news.

The men did what they could for the Major. They did stop the bleeding but there was a nasty cut nand most likly a skull fracture. "Don't worry boys Keane will find a way to get us out." said the XO if the Armor Battalion.

Prince Taka nodded at the news of the 5CN reinforcments.

"this is perfect, that feild you are landing in is right behind the supply depot, you'll be able to press the charge from the opposite flank. . . the only problem is getting you around them and making sure they don't notice the incoming cargo planes. . . but I've got an idea. We have a small squadron of Needle bombers from Valinon, if you are willing to jump from a fighter over the field at night, you are welcome to hitch a ride as we bomb those radar instalations."

"Our F-39C Corsair Attack Fighters will be sufficient to protect the cargo planes, considering that they our paratroopers are being HALOed in..."

"Oh I'm not talking about intercepting craft in the air, I'm talking about making sure they never take off to begin with. . . if we can hit the radar sites, we can keep them from ever noticing that paratroopers have ever landed, rather than knowing that forces are somewhere to thier rear. . . it will maintain the element of surprise."

"Hm... Very interesting... Although I doubt my men are able to go along... I have orders from the King to stay with you..."

The prince nodded, "as you will, but I recomend you prepare yourself for battle, I will be supervising teh attack on the supply depot from the front lines."

"Interesting... My men will be ready..."

At 0500 hours Keane woke up, along with his captians and lieutenants. The Main body of his troops at 0530 hours. Guns, gear, and ammunition were checked the rechecked. talking was kept to a minimal. A burst transmission from the air convoy said they made better time then expected and wuld arrive at 0720 hours.

Reports streamed into Taka's office. . . the bombers had been more successful than they expected, the entire radar network of this sector had been knocked out, and communications equipment had been severly damaged. . . the Mizunian forces woudl take longer than expected to get word of the attack, much less to reenforce the possitions. . . Taka sipped his tea, smiling through the haze. He looked out as the camp streamed to life, and looked at his watch. . . 0540, the generals were fast today, as Takian troops came out for breakfast, mingling with the WM allies that they would soon fight and die beside. He stepped out, dressed like his men, the ornate katana at his side the only indication of his rank, and searched out his generals. he pulled Azrael and Yuugi aside, giving them orders to have the men blocked up for briefing at 0550, turning to find Commander Keane in the throng.

"morning" he said brightly, offering the commander a cup of tea "care for some tea, its supposed to be bad karma to not have a cup. . . granted I belive man creates his own karma, but tradition should be followed."

He pointed to the generals side "have your boys been issued katanas? looking at recon photos there seems to be a large bunker complex, you'll be needing them to completly clear it and hold it intact enough to push off the armored counterstrike."

I think I will have some tea, thank you. " Keane said taking the cup offered to him. " Yes the Katanas were given to us just now" he patted tot he one at his side. "Though few of have had any type of training with them we still have our K-bar assult knifes. Minutes ago I got a call from the other Airborn Battailion they should be here 40 minutes ahead of the time originally said."

"That and a pistol will work as well. . . we'll have some flame throwers entering first to effect a sweep and burn of Mizunian pockets. . . make no doubt about it, they will not give that bunker without making us bleed for it." Taka looked at his watch. . . 0545, 5 minutes untill his speach. . . he had to be brief. "Commander, the reason I came to talk to you was to give you your half of the assualt. . . 5CN reinforcments HALOed in last night into a field behind the supply depot, meaning that I can affoard to send your entire unit to take the prison and liberate your armor and your comrades, freeing my men to unleash the first wave. . . and your entire division to link up with your paratroopers. If you want to hit the reinforcements before they get to us, you are welcome to ambush them on hte roads, or you can wait till they set up to reinforce the supply depot and hit them from the rear. . . its really up to you, but we'll link up after we've taken the supply depot and prepare to advance as close to the captial as we can without taking fire. . . that will put us into possitoin for the inauguration day offencive."

Ok I'll break my units into Company sized for the assult. But Taka, if any of the officers were harmed, I will take no prisoners."

"To be bluntly honest with you, I will be suprised if any of your officers haven't been tortured by now. . . with the way my brother has changed, they will be taking no prisoners, there will be no mercy, and no quarter. . . Just be alert, they will be fighting to the death, I recomend your men do the same, unless they wish to die in the torture yards. . ."

"Word will get to them about giving no quarter. You know i thing i might try to get some high ranking enemy brass tkaen prisoner." Keane then indicarted his right hand when on is subject to almost a year of daily torture one come to know it fairly well" On closer look at his hand you could see several finger not quite the same color as the rest. " So what ever thay have do to my officers i will do twice over. Some my find that cruel but the were eomen in the Armoed Company including a niece of mine.
But don't worry it will not clound my mind"

*Taka nods slowly* "Do what you have to do, the only thing I ask is that I am the one who kills thier leader. . . Makoto. . . my brotehr. . . his head is mine and mine alone."

Keane then himslef nods. "I understand and my men and I will comply with your wishes."

Taka looks at his watch "If you will excuse me, I've got a speech to deliver to my men, yo uare welcome to have yours join in the briefing, but I warn you, it will be nothing like what you are used to. . . There is no such thing as a civilized war in Mizuna."

"Is there ever civilized war nowaday?"

"not any more, at least honor retains a place on teh battlefield still" with that, he turned towards the ammassing Takian troops, lining themselves up into ranks and files.

A good many of the WM airborn troopers fallin to, off to the side, to listen tot he speech. The rest dpon't go do tothet stiil are doing last minute equipment checks.

Taka stands on a raised section of earth, looking over his troops, as well as his Western Might allies. He begins his speech, speaking slowly.

"I will not take long, and I will not patronise you. I am not some politician who sits in his office, nor some royal whose idealized concepts of war make him belive you will go off and fight and have fun. I am a soldier, like you, who has seen death on the battle field. I have tasted the cost of war, and I know many of you will not return. . . I can not, and I will not ask you to do something that I refuse to do, and I belive my cause is the right cause. I am willing to die for it, and I am willing to kill for it. I will be marching with you to the fields of battle today. I will be fighting by your side, and there is a very real possibility that I will die today. If I should fall on the fields of battle. If I should die, or be mangled and mauled, I ask only this. Carry on the fight."

The army was silent and at attention, though in thier eyes one could see the confusion

"our allies have flocked to our cause, coming from nations far and wide. Today, is the day we will be judged, and let us show our foes, and indeed the world, that we are not cowards."

Taka slowly stepped down, heading towards his tent as Azrael took the hill,

"Opperations will commence at 0700 hours, fall into platoons for last second equipment checks, then get to your vehicles."

Keane smiled as re rememberd a speech long ago said in almost the same way. An dhe ended up mittering the last part to himself. "Though we walk through the shadow, of the valley of death, I shall fear no evil. For i am the baddest mother f***er in the valley."

A line of APC's and light tanks rumbled in the distance, the troops grabbing thier weapons and equipment and heading towards them to load up. The sky was still dark, slowly lightning as the day began, and the convoy started off in the early morning light. They moved towards seperate locations, the vehicles cutting engines before they were in range of the still sleeping Mizunian camp. Three squads of Takians crept towards the Prison camp, while the reinforcements stayed behind, thier orders to not advance untill the supply depot was being reenforced by this possition. The first three squads would be a decoy, and while only 30 men strong, they were the best trained. The first took a possition on a nearby hill, the snipers lining up for best vantage point, while the second prepared to scale wall at the rear and attack from that possition. The third worked on infiltrating the side entrance, crawling up to the guardpost, knives unsheathed. They steathfully snuck up behind the guards, intent on silencing them before entering the camp to free the WM soldiers and sabatage what they could of the garrison.

The airborn troops moved up on the enemy positions. They had their rifles slung over their shoulders and were weilding Katanas, silenced pistol and combat knives. The main attack force was made up of 500 combat effectives with another 100 in reserve and with medic and support personel moving up f rom behind.
Kreane saw a target, some poor grunt takin a wizz behind a tree. Moving up behind him he placed his hand on the mans mouth and pulled back the neck. ANd in the same motion brought the knive to bare on the mans throught.
The body jecked a little and the man had a look of fear in his eyes. But seconds later the guard was dead. Keane motioned his men to move on.

The guards fell without a sound, the Takians stealing quietly over towards the cage holding the WM armor crews. A single guard slept over the cage, and a lightening flash from the commander's katana assured he would never wake. The large Takain man reached in, shaking the nearest, still sleeping crewmen, unlocking and swinging the massive door open. "welcome to the Revolution, hope we aren't too late." A medic moved inside, tending to the wounde major.

A Mizunian guard on the watch tower spotted them, raising the alarm before grabbing his rifle and aiming at the cluster of prisoners.

One of the snipers on the overlooking hill placed a shot inside the guard's ribcage, silencing his rifle before it ever spoke, but the lound report of the explosive Takian sniper rounds, coupled with the blaring alarm signaled the begining of the attack. The second squad threw grappling hooks over the top of the fence, climbing the concrete structure and taking possition. Three rockets streaked from the sniper's hill side, as the heavy weapons targeted the guard towers and masses of enemy tents.

The transports carrying the two Rapid Deployment Divisions neared the Mizuna border and prepared to make concentrated drop operations...

Meanwhile, the three 5CN commandos moved to a location and prepared to set up a beacon to guide in the paratroopers...

"Everyone go, go, go!" The WM troops we moving in now en masse, though not bunched together. The fighting was rough in some cases hand to hand but they pressed on detremined to kill every single enemy troop.

The Mizunians fought with tenacity under the surprise assault, bringing bullet and blade to bare on thier foes. Soldiers fell on both sides, quickly litering the ground. As soon as it had begun, the Takians gave to order to fall back at the prison camp, taking the liberated WM soldiers with them, and ordered the attack at the supply depot to begin.

* * * * *

Commander Ikari lay with his troops in the field surrounding the supply depot, steadying a sniper rifle at the lone guard.

*beep*

The coms chanel opened, as the vox squaked to life.

strike teams Alpha through Novemeber, ready in possition, fire at will. Fire teams Omega through Zulu, wait untill enemys open fire and target heavy emplacements. All squads, engage enemy forces.

Ikari opened fire, nealy tearing the ribcage open on the patroling soldier. He watched with no small satisfaction as the lifeless soldier's body tumbled from its guardpost, hitting the ground below with a resounding thump. With that shot, the Takian's pushed foward, ready to add thier fire to the fight.

"1st fire team move in on the right flack, teams 2 and 3 move tot thier left." keane and his men were moving forward but were now taking losses.

A radioman came up beside him. "Sir some boys got a some of the Hummers and APC's up and running no work on their regular crews. Though we need them to get the tanks started."

"I know, send a runner over to the Takian forces and see if the crew are free yet. And get those APC's and hummers up here ASAP."

"Roger sir"

The heavy machine gun nests were causing a problem now but soon the Hummers and APC's came up and bagan giving fire support.

A Takian rocket spirals towards the nearest machinegun nest, bursting nearby and drawing the fire away from the incoming APC. The high caliber rounds tore into the hill side, and by the time the gunners noticed the vehicle, it was already too late, as the WM fire tore through them. two machinegun nests remained, sheltered from the withering Takian fire by the prison compound.

The commander of the first entry team exited as the WM runner arrived, answering his question by pointing to the armored division troopers streaming out and towards thier vehicles. called to him "WE have to get all forces out of here and and prepare for a second wave to over take this possition. After that, we can go to the supply depot and catch the Mizunian reinforcements off guard. Tell your commander to order all your men to fall back to the tree line in a false retreat."

"Yes sir" answered the runner,giving a sharp salute he wheeled and ran to his own lines.

***
Keane got the Message from the runner. "Ok Company's 3-7 fall back company one and two give covering fire." The WM airborn troops slowly began to give ground. Enemy troops could be heard gerring at hem but they payed no attention to it.

A codded message came through Keane com link. "Colonel Keane this is Lieutenant Colonel Anderson. Our ETA is on half hour. Were are you?"

"This is Keane our transponders are on near were we set up the MASH tents. You may drop there. And tell your escorts to keep a eye out for enemy fighters they almost got the jump on us last time."

"Will do Colonel, Anderson out"

Lieutenant Jimmy Rayson and Ensigns Roger Tolarm and Henry Lafayette slowly moved into the clearing. They crouched down, their assault rifles ready for combat...

"ETA 20 minutes till drop" Came the pilots voice over the plane announcement system.

"Ok boys last minute check of your equiptment we are dropping in with live ammunition, but make sure safies are on. Now our Armor will jump before us by about 5 minutes. But when you make landfall get to them ASAP. You understand me?'

YES SIR!"

OOC: Sorry for not posting in so long, I've got exams so I've been killing myeslf over them. Also, I just sold Mizuna, so all further Mizuna posts will come from this SN, but be clearly dentoed with either **Mizuna** or **Taka**

**Mizuna**

As the attack on the prison camp had boiled down, the Mizunians organized, manning weapon points, and sending a hail of fire at the retreating Takians.

A handful of guards clenched thier katanas, hiding inbetween the tanks, waiting to ambush any WM soldiers that came by. White knuckled, they prepared to launch a counter attack with what little they had.

The Vox crackled to life.

"Under fire, I repeat, this is Supply Depot Tango Niner, we are under fire, requesting all availible reinforcements."


The Mizunian radio commander looked bleakly at his commander, who started barking orders.

"Squads A - C, repel incoming here, get the rest of our men on the road, that supply depot is 20 miles up the road, by APC, we'll be there in half an hour. Call in air support as well, I want the forrest line set ablaze."

"Negative sir, we can't contact any of the radar relay points, and the next nearest airbase is three hours away."

"Damnit, I don't care if you have to flap your arms personaly, when I say I want air support, I want it, and I want it NOW!"

"Aye sir!"

Keane and his men were holding a line 1km. "luietenant Smith take two squads and clean up around the armor."

"Yes sir"
The squads moved out, moving closer to the WM Armor.

**Mizuna**

The soldiers heard the tramp of many boots, and exchange worried glances. Outnumbered, and more than likely out gunned, the commander wispers a series of orders, the troops scrambling into the vehicles, one into each, hiding out of sight and praying they may be allowed to strike at least once before discovered and killed. The commander comends his soul to Nirvana, before looping the grenade pins with a leather tong, gripping it and hiding in the largest tank.

**Mizuna**

The soldiers heard the tramp of many boots, and exchange worried glances. Outnumbered, and more than likely out gunned, the commander wispers a series of orders, the troops scrambling into the vehicles, one into each, hiding out of sight and praying they may be allowed to strike at least once before discovered and killed. The commander comends his soul to Nirvana, before looping the grenade pins with a leather tong, gripping it and hiding in the largest tank.

Several of the best scouts moved forward to the tanks and other heavy armor, but did not get to close sticking to the shadows. The liuetentant knew this was a grand place of a ambush but he was also pressed to clarthem out. The scouts came back all but one reported the area clear. Now most officers would say this is good and march in. But Smith was a advide study of history, and many a battle in the past have been lost to to such mistakes. "I want Jones fire team to move tot the right and move in slow toward the tanks. With the rest of you I I want half to load tear, and puke gas canisters in your launchers. The rest The other hal get ready to storm. But all of you are to wear your masks. Now move out"

**Mizuna**

The Mizunian's stayed thier ground, hidden inside the massive tanks, out of site, and they hoped, out of any tracking devices that thier foes might have. One of them, a young soldier, only 16, gripped his shredder tightly, the close combat shotgun loaded with razor sharpened disks and filiment shards, stretched between two weights that could easily detach a man's arm, or worse. He prayed to whatever gods there were, that these forgieners would soon meet a dishonored end at his feet, and commited himself to fight to the death.

sergeant Jones and his 5 men moved in griping their weapons tightly. Private Peterson was the first to peak into a tank his weapon at the ready but his gas mask off becuase he could not breath in it. God I hope i find nothing in here

The Mizunian soldier in his tank stood perfectly still, praying that the young soldier would miss him, it was the tank crews he was after, not some grunt who would be carried home in a bodybag within a couple of days. He reached for a shrapnel round slowly, carful with the explosive ordinace round.

Peterson saw something move but thought it was just a animal when he saw a small flash of metal. "Ahhh Shit" he brought his gun to up pulling back on the trugger while yelling "Lieutenant we got people in the tanks!"

The Mizunian was hit in the chest, dropping the sharapnel round, which rolled towards the WM soldier. The Mizunian looked at it dumbly, his eyes growing wide as he put his hand out towards it, a feeble attempt to ward off the coming explosion. The round expanded slowly, almost poeticly, before it exploded, showing the inside of the tank with high speed cutting wire and bits of steel razors, destroying any unarmored componets, as well as the hapless Mizunian.

sergeant Jones say the form of one of his men be blow back from a tank a second after he gave the yell of alarm. " Fall back everone, big enemy push coming this way!" The rest of the fire tea fell back once in the shadow they donned their gas masks. Just in time to as the first rounds of Tear and puke gas came raining in. the fumes finding its way into the tanks and himmer through the open door and hatches.

The Mizunian's panic, thier ambush destroyed, and they begin setting charges in the tanks, the fumes hindering thier work. With typical mizunian resolve, they steel themselves, and work diligetnly, if slowly under the noxious cloud of vapors. The commander slips on a gas mask, knowing his men will soon be dead and caputured, and lies in wait, explosives armed and ready around his waist.

Right in the middle of the gas attack WM airnborn me went on the attack moving quickly. Though they knew not all the tanks would be saved they hoped some would make it through.

three of the soldiers managed to rig explosives in the tank, falling out onto the grass beside them, finaly overcome my the gas, the rest falling out before they could wire the demolition charges. Three explosions rocked the ground, the Mizuina captain closing his eyes in his mask and silently committing thier souls to the next life.

The WM troops felt the explosions and double timed it. They found some of the enemy troops coughing and pukeing one the ground. " Take their weapons and tie their had behind their backs." The soldiers moved out one reching for a spare gas mask to put on a Mizunian soldier.

"Don't do it soldier we show them as little kindnees as we are allowed to."

Once the Mizunian troops were tied up the Lieutenant told then to be brought to the rear.

~bump~

(Ack, sorry for forgetting about this)

**Mizuna** A collum of tanks rumbled across the hard packed road, as the Mizunian Armor company headed to reinforce the supply depot. Though they were mostly the MBT the Squallem, the siloete of much larger, two barrelled tanks held spots within the ranks, the crews insides glad for the foot of armor between them and incoming ordinance. Though it was a massive and powerful machine, the Appocolyps had never been tested before, and an old Mizunian army proverb stated that if it can go wrong, it will go wrong on its virgin battle.

"Colonel Keane, this is is the second reenforcement flight. Our ETA is 3 minutes. but we saw a large convoy of armor heading your way. Suggest you set up a ambush point."

"We copy that Lieutenant Colonel and we are on it. Colonel Keane out." Keane then turned to his men. get the Armor crews over here ASAP and as many of the hummers, APC's and tanks up and running. Because we got company. Also get the message to Taka about the incoming enemy armor armor"