Soviet Bloc
12-04-2004, 04:11
*It was a quiet night at the small outpost along the S. Romakia-Romakia border, no clouds in the sky and a large, bright moon. The forty-six soldiers stationed there were having the times of their lives, they were guarding a border near an inhospitable area in Romakia, it was a beautiful night, and they had vodka, and lots of it. Of the 46, eight were actually sober, of those eight, four were actually at their posts. And of those four, two were awake. At the only tower in the base, one man was scanning in the distance with his field glasses when he heard a massive explosion rip through the base, he spun around to meet a hail of gunfire from a mounted machine gun, he fell across the railing and to the ground, being killed instantly from the fall and not from the bullets. The other conscious guard grabbed ahold of his PK and opened fire on the still-invisible enemy, firing off forty rounds into the general area of the shots. He heard a few dull thuds, meaning he hit something or other, but he didn't have much time to contemplate after that, he fell forward, blood gushing from a wound in his neck. As he fell, a man was standing behind him, holding a crimson-edged blade. The man shoved the blade in his belt and brought up his AK-47, he took aim on a drunken soldier and opened fire, the soldier dropped on the fourth shot.
The two other guards quickly awoke at the sound of gunfire and grabbed their RSR-39 assault rifles and rose from their positions, the first was shot instantly, the second was able to wipe out two rebels before succumbing to a shot in the chest.
The other four other sober soldiers were playing a card game in their large tent, they were the first killed as a massive explosion erupted right next to their tent, filling all four with enough iron to build a tank.
The rebel force swarmed into the camp, some 120 of them with some old decommisioned Romakian Army tanks, mainly T-72s. Outpost 218 had no armor at it except a single SIV-21. The camp was then taken without much more trouble than a few stray gunshots, most of the drunken soldiers were killed as they fumbled for their weapons. Thirteen of them were taken as prisoners, most enlisted except one lieutenant.
They were quickly shoved into the rear of an old, rusted URAL truck and sped into the night to a rebel stronghold deep in the Romakian wilderness, leaving behind most of the rebels and tanks to hold the stronghold. As the rebels pulled the soldiers out, they had a mere moment to notice their surroundings, a seasoned sergeant was the one who did, as soon as he saw his surroundings, they were ingrained into his head, the rebel encampent was in a massive clearing in what he presumed to be a forest... He was then shoved into a metal quonset hut with the eleven other prisoners. They were chained and thrown into the hay across the floor, two raucous privates were beaten as they tried to resist.
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"Sir!" the sergeant shouted down the hall at the Colonel as he walked towards his office. "We have a situation in South Romakia."
"What is it?" he replied as he turned to face the sergeant.
"We've lost communications with Outpost 218 on the S. Romakia-Romakia border. The nearest outpost reported an explosion at about 11:18 PM local time and faint gunfire. One of their scout-snipers reported that there were T-64s in the base, that leads us to believe Romakian rebels have taken it."
"Well, have the nearest outposts send some guys to take back the place."
"Won't work sir... The next three bases have a combined total of 150 men and no armor of any kind. We could send them, but there'd be plenty of casualties, that scout sniper said there were a hundred or so, and they seemed to be well armed."
"Govno. Call HQ and see if we can get some SpetsNaz with those new VEPR suits to come down..."
"Yes sir" the sergeant replied as he picked up a secured line to HQ company for the S. Romakian occupation force.
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The next day, after Romakian rebel leaders threatened to kill the prisoners if the ARSB didn't promise to leave Romakia in a certain amount of time, a CL-15 transport landed at the regional air base in S. Romakia, depositing twelve soldiers and a large, secured pallet. The twelve men, dressed up in casual classes and sunglasses strolled across the tarmac to the headquarters and waltzed on through to the commander's office, all twelve gave a haphazard salute to the commanding Lt. Gen.
"2nd Platoon, 4th Battalion reporting, sir..." one of the men piped out.
"Welcome to the base... I would've thought HQ would've sent more SpetsNaz than this..." the general retorted.
"Sir, us twelve have the collective strength of an entire battalion, we're all you need for this, especially against rebels..." the lead...
The general kind of grunted... "Report to the briefing room, its right down the hall, I'll be there in a few minutes to give you a full briefing on the situation...
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Four hours later, twelve humanoid-looking figures were standing in a hangar. They were the twelve SpetsNaz operatives wearing their advanced VEPR armor and future combat system. They all stood in a group, four by three, each wearing their temperate woodland BDUs with gray armor covering the chest, shoulder and lower legs. Their gray face plates and red visors were the most distinct features. Each one had a fairly large pack across their back and an RSR-39XA silenced assault rifle, slung across their chests, the RSR-39XAs were a solid dull black with the distinctive silencer, a large box mounted on the upper receiver and an apparatus hanging to the side. A hand motion by the Captain in charge of the SpetsNaz galvanized them to board a dark gray CL-15 transport near the hangar...
Within minutes, the craft was airborne. And a half-hour later, they were over the target area. A green light turned on in the fuselage and a sergeant opened a side door, ushering the SpetsNaz out... They complied and each one thrust themselves out the door and spread the arms, 'floating' down at a speed of 9.3 m/s. At a set altitude, their parachutes automatically opened, a dozen dark blue parachutes emerged and slowed their descent for the last few minutes to the ground... As they touched down, they quickly gathered up their parachutes and hid them... Two of the SpetsNaz scanned the area with their millimetric radars in the JIIRS visor and distribution system in their VEPR systems, sending the information to the other ten soldiers. The area was clear and so the force moved on, the lead soldier scanning ahead with millimetric radar and infrared. The area was clear. They continued on. About a mile and a half out of the rebel-held base, the force came to a halt, kneeling. The lead man's millimetric radar picked up something metal about 600 yards a head... From what they could tell, it was a receiver of a rifle, hell, sergeant Kimrov, thought, it was an AK-47 reciever, that's how amazing the Exonerate-developed JIIRS visor system was... Six-hundred yards and he could tell what rifle it was... He continued to scan the area... He saw two more shapes. He balled his fist then raised three fingers, flicking it towards the general area... He then stuck four fingers up and pointed his entire hand at the area... Immediately, four SpetsNaz got up and slid into the woods, as silent as could be. The rebels never knew what was about to happen before sixteen slight whispers shattered their world, each one received four rounds to the chest and back, each one dropped. Sergeant Morislov tapped a button on the keypad on his arm, it lit a small green light inside everyone's visor, indicating the area was clear. He sent a whispered transmission into a mic system, it was very quiet, barely audible to the human ear, except the computer amplified it and directed it into each soldier's ear using an advanced sound directing system, making it very audible to the soldier but no one more than a foot away could hear the transmission. The message was simple: Proceed with caution, enemies eliminated.
The rest of the soldiers melted into the forest and moved up to the four other SpetsNaz. They grouped together and checked over the rebels' bodies, they pulled off their weapons and tossed them into a bush. They also dragged the bodies into the brush. They continued on, the lead man detected a heat signature four hundred yards ahead, the computer in the system told him it resembled the heat an engine could put off... More specifically a tank engine.They continued on and came up along the tree line. Six of them slid off to the west and circumvented the camp, halting at the south end, to the first six's 3 o' clock. A quick green flash in all of their visor's signalled the ready to advance. The twelve SpetsNaz began to meander into the clearing, slowly, methodically and silent. One SpetsNaz quickly sent a pre-programmed text message to the Captain in command, it read: Permission to fire? The reply: a text message displayed in the corner of his visor, 'Affirmative'. Not a second later and what would've been a whisper erupted into the rest of the SpetsNaz's helmets as a clap, amplified by sound-receiving software and equipment, of course it was also directed right into the soldiers' ears so no one but them heard the sound and gunshot. A rebel sentry fell without a noise...
They continued on... A few scattered whispers erupted and another six rebels collapsed into the dirt. Someone noticed the encroaching SpetsNaz and alerted the rest, gunfire came from every possible direction at the SpetsNaz. Each SpetsNaz relied on amplified vision (Courtesy of the visor system) and infrared to find and engage the enemy. A massive gunfight ensued and forty-two rebels lie dead or wounded on the ground... One SpetsNaz was hit in the chest with a round but the armor absorbed the impact... The rest of the rebels laid down their arms to what they thought as a massive force... Many looked dumbfounded as the twelve SpetsNaz showed themselves... They succumbed to the SpetsNaz's demands and each were subdued and thrown in an empty quonset hut. Four SpetsNaz stood guard as six more took up defensive positions. One SpetsNaz went around and disabled every tank there, the last SpetsNaz called up HQ to call to give them the affirmative that the mission was completed and they needed a few battalions to take over the defensive operation.
Minutes later, a forward detachment of about 30 regular soldiers arrived from the nearest outpost, they took over for the SpetsNaz. In the end they killed 34 rebels, wounded 8 and captured sixty-two, phenomenal for twelve men.
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At the rebel base they received word of the take-over of the rebel compound from a rebel that managed to escape. The rebel in charge ordered the immediate execution of the captured soldiers... In twenty minutes all thirteen ARSB soldiers were lying face down... A bullet lodged in each one's brain. The entire execution was videotaped and broadcast across Romakian state television, which would've shown all across Romakia and into Crownguard-occupied territory. The rebels threatened more action against ARSB soldiers if they did not leave Romakia.
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This execution sent shockwaves throughout the ARSB, some demanding the pull-out of ARSB forces from Romakia, but the majority wanted a massive counterstrike on the rebels... ARSB top brass agreed.
At about two hours before sunrise when the sky was light purple, the regional air base in S. Romakia was abuzz... There were two aircraft there that had never been seen before by any ARSB personnel there, except the pilots and maintenance crew. They could hardly describe its appearance either, the military had set up high-frequency generators all around the runway, causing the view to be wavy (mirage). Within minutes a thunderous roar filled the base and the two aircraft screamed into the sky, their twin engines leaving a bright blue-white trail behind them. At this point, some ARSB personnel described them as pure black, but they couldn't describe the shape, as they mostly saw the rear end.
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Over S. Romakia, the two aircraft roared at some 70,000 feet. Each aircraft had two crewmembers. Within minutes the aircraft were near the target area... ARSB radar operators were never told of the aircraft, because why should they know? They would never even be able to see it on radar, neither could Romakia installations. The two craft quickly descended to below cloud-level. Their missile bays opened and each one fired half a dozen air-to-ground missiles. In about twelve seconds the bays were closed, only revealing the aircraft for a split second, with a cross-section the size of a small bird, most installations wouldn't even see it due to it being so quick of a flash. The missiles dropped down to about 1500 feet before their rockets ignited, lighting up the sky with a bright blue flare... Each one slid to the surface in a fluid motion and slammed into the rebel installation, each one hitting a pre-programmed area... The entire base erupted into flame as buildings ignited, vehicles exploded, and fuel barrels went ablaze. A local who had been outside heard the explosions and the planes... He ran inside and grabbed a camera, when he returned, he saw two aircraft high in the now yellow/orange sky... He snapped a photograph of the two aircraft.
http://img21.photobucket.com/albums/v63/Chlevenkov/Stealth_missile_bombers_in_flight.jpg
*And, no, they aren't F-117s, F-15s, F-14s, or whatever the hell you do think they are....
The next day, a force of about 300 ARSB soldiers and about twenty tanks stormed the compound... What they found was amazing... There were one hundred and forty six dead rebels, scattered about. The base was gone. The soldiers had engaged a small force of rebels around the base but captured most of them. A reconnaisance aircraft surveying the site relayed that one rebel SUV managed to escape.
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Soon, the word of the massive strike on the rebel's base spread across Romakia and the ARSB.
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OOC: I got permission from Romakia to roleplay as the rebels.
The two other guards quickly awoke at the sound of gunfire and grabbed their RSR-39 assault rifles and rose from their positions, the first was shot instantly, the second was able to wipe out two rebels before succumbing to a shot in the chest.
The other four other sober soldiers were playing a card game in their large tent, they were the first killed as a massive explosion erupted right next to their tent, filling all four with enough iron to build a tank.
The rebel force swarmed into the camp, some 120 of them with some old decommisioned Romakian Army tanks, mainly T-72s. Outpost 218 had no armor at it except a single SIV-21. The camp was then taken without much more trouble than a few stray gunshots, most of the drunken soldiers were killed as they fumbled for their weapons. Thirteen of them were taken as prisoners, most enlisted except one lieutenant.
They were quickly shoved into the rear of an old, rusted URAL truck and sped into the night to a rebel stronghold deep in the Romakian wilderness, leaving behind most of the rebels and tanks to hold the stronghold. As the rebels pulled the soldiers out, they had a mere moment to notice their surroundings, a seasoned sergeant was the one who did, as soon as he saw his surroundings, they were ingrained into his head, the rebel encampent was in a massive clearing in what he presumed to be a forest... He was then shoved into a metal quonset hut with the eleven other prisoners. They were chained and thrown into the hay across the floor, two raucous privates were beaten as they tried to resist.
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"Sir!" the sergeant shouted down the hall at the Colonel as he walked towards his office. "We have a situation in South Romakia."
"What is it?" he replied as he turned to face the sergeant.
"We've lost communications with Outpost 218 on the S. Romakia-Romakia border. The nearest outpost reported an explosion at about 11:18 PM local time and faint gunfire. One of their scout-snipers reported that there were T-64s in the base, that leads us to believe Romakian rebels have taken it."
"Well, have the nearest outposts send some guys to take back the place."
"Won't work sir... The next three bases have a combined total of 150 men and no armor of any kind. We could send them, but there'd be plenty of casualties, that scout sniper said there were a hundred or so, and they seemed to be well armed."
"Govno. Call HQ and see if we can get some SpetsNaz with those new VEPR suits to come down..."
"Yes sir" the sergeant replied as he picked up a secured line to HQ company for the S. Romakian occupation force.
-------
The next day, after Romakian rebel leaders threatened to kill the prisoners if the ARSB didn't promise to leave Romakia in a certain amount of time, a CL-15 transport landed at the regional air base in S. Romakia, depositing twelve soldiers and a large, secured pallet. The twelve men, dressed up in casual classes and sunglasses strolled across the tarmac to the headquarters and waltzed on through to the commander's office, all twelve gave a haphazard salute to the commanding Lt. Gen.
"2nd Platoon, 4th Battalion reporting, sir..." one of the men piped out.
"Welcome to the base... I would've thought HQ would've sent more SpetsNaz than this..." the general retorted.
"Sir, us twelve have the collective strength of an entire battalion, we're all you need for this, especially against rebels..." the lead...
The general kind of grunted... "Report to the briefing room, its right down the hall, I'll be there in a few minutes to give you a full briefing on the situation...
-------
Four hours later, twelve humanoid-looking figures were standing in a hangar. They were the twelve SpetsNaz operatives wearing their advanced VEPR armor and future combat system. They all stood in a group, four by three, each wearing their temperate woodland BDUs with gray armor covering the chest, shoulder and lower legs. Their gray face plates and red visors were the most distinct features. Each one had a fairly large pack across their back and an RSR-39XA silenced assault rifle, slung across their chests, the RSR-39XAs were a solid dull black with the distinctive silencer, a large box mounted on the upper receiver and an apparatus hanging to the side. A hand motion by the Captain in charge of the SpetsNaz galvanized them to board a dark gray CL-15 transport near the hangar...
Within minutes, the craft was airborne. And a half-hour later, they were over the target area. A green light turned on in the fuselage and a sergeant opened a side door, ushering the SpetsNaz out... They complied and each one thrust themselves out the door and spread the arms, 'floating' down at a speed of 9.3 m/s. At a set altitude, their parachutes automatically opened, a dozen dark blue parachutes emerged and slowed their descent for the last few minutes to the ground... As they touched down, they quickly gathered up their parachutes and hid them... Two of the SpetsNaz scanned the area with their millimetric radars in the JIIRS visor and distribution system in their VEPR systems, sending the information to the other ten soldiers. The area was clear and so the force moved on, the lead soldier scanning ahead with millimetric radar and infrared. The area was clear. They continued on. About a mile and a half out of the rebel-held base, the force came to a halt, kneeling. The lead man's millimetric radar picked up something metal about 600 yards a head... From what they could tell, it was a receiver of a rifle, hell, sergeant Kimrov, thought, it was an AK-47 reciever, that's how amazing the Exonerate-developed JIIRS visor system was... Six-hundred yards and he could tell what rifle it was... He continued to scan the area... He saw two more shapes. He balled his fist then raised three fingers, flicking it towards the general area... He then stuck four fingers up and pointed his entire hand at the area... Immediately, four SpetsNaz got up and slid into the woods, as silent as could be. The rebels never knew what was about to happen before sixteen slight whispers shattered their world, each one received four rounds to the chest and back, each one dropped. Sergeant Morislov tapped a button on the keypad on his arm, it lit a small green light inside everyone's visor, indicating the area was clear. He sent a whispered transmission into a mic system, it was very quiet, barely audible to the human ear, except the computer amplified it and directed it into each soldier's ear using an advanced sound directing system, making it very audible to the soldier but no one more than a foot away could hear the transmission. The message was simple: Proceed with caution, enemies eliminated.
The rest of the soldiers melted into the forest and moved up to the four other SpetsNaz. They grouped together and checked over the rebels' bodies, they pulled off their weapons and tossed them into a bush. They also dragged the bodies into the brush. They continued on, the lead man detected a heat signature four hundred yards ahead, the computer in the system told him it resembled the heat an engine could put off... More specifically a tank engine.They continued on and came up along the tree line. Six of them slid off to the west and circumvented the camp, halting at the south end, to the first six's 3 o' clock. A quick green flash in all of their visor's signalled the ready to advance. The twelve SpetsNaz began to meander into the clearing, slowly, methodically and silent. One SpetsNaz quickly sent a pre-programmed text message to the Captain in command, it read: Permission to fire? The reply: a text message displayed in the corner of his visor, 'Affirmative'. Not a second later and what would've been a whisper erupted into the rest of the SpetsNaz's helmets as a clap, amplified by sound-receiving software and equipment, of course it was also directed right into the soldiers' ears so no one but them heard the sound and gunshot. A rebel sentry fell without a noise...
They continued on... A few scattered whispers erupted and another six rebels collapsed into the dirt. Someone noticed the encroaching SpetsNaz and alerted the rest, gunfire came from every possible direction at the SpetsNaz. Each SpetsNaz relied on amplified vision (Courtesy of the visor system) and infrared to find and engage the enemy. A massive gunfight ensued and forty-two rebels lie dead or wounded on the ground... One SpetsNaz was hit in the chest with a round but the armor absorbed the impact... The rest of the rebels laid down their arms to what they thought as a massive force... Many looked dumbfounded as the twelve SpetsNaz showed themselves... They succumbed to the SpetsNaz's demands and each were subdued and thrown in an empty quonset hut. Four SpetsNaz stood guard as six more took up defensive positions. One SpetsNaz went around and disabled every tank there, the last SpetsNaz called up HQ to call to give them the affirmative that the mission was completed and they needed a few battalions to take over the defensive operation.
Minutes later, a forward detachment of about 30 regular soldiers arrived from the nearest outpost, they took over for the SpetsNaz. In the end they killed 34 rebels, wounded 8 and captured sixty-two, phenomenal for twelve men.
---------------
At the rebel base they received word of the take-over of the rebel compound from a rebel that managed to escape. The rebel in charge ordered the immediate execution of the captured soldiers... In twenty minutes all thirteen ARSB soldiers were lying face down... A bullet lodged in each one's brain. The entire execution was videotaped and broadcast across Romakian state television, which would've shown all across Romakia and into Crownguard-occupied territory. The rebels threatened more action against ARSB soldiers if they did not leave Romakia.
-------------
This execution sent shockwaves throughout the ARSB, some demanding the pull-out of ARSB forces from Romakia, but the majority wanted a massive counterstrike on the rebels... ARSB top brass agreed.
At about two hours before sunrise when the sky was light purple, the regional air base in S. Romakia was abuzz... There were two aircraft there that had never been seen before by any ARSB personnel there, except the pilots and maintenance crew. They could hardly describe its appearance either, the military had set up high-frequency generators all around the runway, causing the view to be wavy (mirage). Within minutes a thunderous roar filled the base and the two aircraft screamed into the sky, their twin engines leaving a bright blue-white trail behind them. At this point, some ARSB personnel described them as pure black, but they couldn't describe the shape, as they mostly saw the rear end.
-------------
Over S. Romakia, the two aircraft roared at some 70,000 feet. Each aircraft had two crewmembers. Within minutes the aircraft were near the target area... ARSB radar operators were never told of the aircraft, because why should they know? They would never even be able to see it on radar, neither could Romakia installations. The two craft quickly descended to below cloud-level. Their missile bays opened and each one fired half a dozen air-to-ground missiles. In about twelve seconds the bays were closed, only revealing the aircraft for a split second, with a cross-section the size of a small bird, most installations wouldn't even see it due to it being so quick of a flash. The missiles dropped down to about 1500 feet before their rockets ignited, lighting up the sky with a bright blue flare... Each one slid to the surface in a fluid motion and slammed into the rebel installation, each one hitting a pre-programmed area... The entire base erupted into flame as buildings ignited, vehicles exploded, and fuel barrels went ablaze. A local who had been outside heard the explosions and the planes... He ran inside and grabbed a camera, when he returned, he saw two aircraft high in the now yellow/orange sky... He snapped a photograph of the two aircraft.
http://img21.photobucket.com/albums/v63/Chlevenkov/Stealth_missile_bombers_in_flight.jpg
*And, no, they aren't F-117s, F-15s, F-14s, or whatever the hell you do think they are....
The next day, a force of about 300 ARSB soldiers and about twenty tanks stormed the compound... What they found was amazing... There were one hundred and forty six dead rebels, scattered about. The base was gone. The soldiers had engaged a small force of rebels around the base but captured most of them. A reconnaisance aircraft surveying the site relayed that one rebel SUV managed to escape.
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Soon, the word of the massive strike on the rebel's base spread across Romakia and the ARSB.
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OOC: I got permission from Romakia to roleplay as the rebels.