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The Resistance

Kampfersein
18-01-2005, 08:18
(OOC: This is the start of Verstummelung's presence in Kampfersein to be uplifted and removed. I'm thinking this role play will be similar to Serbia's removal of the German army in World War 2, total resistance. Anyone is welcome to help as Resistance groups, and such, telegram Kampfersein for details.)

*Kampfersien west country side, 0800 hours.*

The Kampfersein Resistance, which had been quiet after several months had now aquired the means to start its gurilla war against the Verstummelung army, which due to Verstummelung's civil war was now in a weak state and unable to control Kampfersein as it did before the civil war.

There were resistance cells operating all over the country, an estimation of a group more than 2,000,000 strong. These people gave up everything to see their country free from Facist rule, they knew, if they do nothing the winner of the Civil War will most likly run the country into hell in order to recover from the Civil War.

The west country side near the boarder, was a large railway yard. The Resistance's first target. The boarder was where most of Verstummelung's reinforcements and replacement vehicals and supplys come in from. Due to the war, the Army had been forced to use Trains to supply its occupation forces, as most if not all aircraft were busy with the imminent invasion of the South.

The Resistance's target helped supply the 5th Army with fresh tanks and ammunition. The Resistance had amassed several tons of TNT and small arms for this operation, their goal was to wipe out the railroads engine house, and switching yard to prevent the resupply of the 5th army.

Enter John Mersin, a 34 year old Male from the Southern city of Herse. John Mersin was a breadmaker before Verstummelung came in, his shop was forced out of bisnuess when Verstummelung converted the ecoenmy to a more capitalistic way of life, allowing corperations from Verstummelung to run the country however they saw fit. John took what money he had, and dedicated his life to the Resistance, he brought with him two boys, one was 14 and one war 15. Their names were Joe and Dale. The Mersin family were dedicated to their cause, the "mother," was executed for "spreading of lies." In other words she was a communist.

The Mersin family led the group known as "Tiger's Eye." Each of the group wore black, grey, dark blue and gunship grey camoflauge. And each carried a 7.62 x 54 Mosin Nagaunt or a AN-94. They had already adopted the idea of "One shot, one kill," the group wasn't exactly rich and they needed money for explosives.

The group participating in this operation, was indeed "Tiger's Eye," which consited of 300 members, 58 were participating in this operation alone. Their goal was to eliminate the Western "gateway" railroad yard, and it's engines in order to cut off the 5th army.

Joe and Dale, each lead a demolitions group armed with explosives and such. The railway yard, was in somewhat of lax security. Much of the occupation forces were made up of inexperienced soldiers, while those with some combat experience were away fighting the Communists. The yard had atleast four switching engines, and 12 large desiel engines working about, preparing to move out. Also a steam engine with 12 passenger cars carrying wounded soldiers from the front lines in Verstummelung to a local hospital. There were large amounts of train cars, and an engine house. A large task to wipe out everything but if hit in the right places it could be done.


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Radio:Dad: Dad, this is Dale. We're in position.

Radio:Son 1: Use you're code name...unless you want to be hunted and killed by the enemy.

Radio:Son 2: This is Son 2. We're in position to plant the charges.

Radio:Dad: Alright, go forth with the operation. Stealthy in, leave nothing to chance my son's.

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John Mersin, laid flat on his stomach atop of a large hill some meters from the
railway yard. He was covered in all black netting he looked like a rock more or less. He held is Mosin Nagaunt in firm firing position, looking throu the scope looking to cover his boy's as they went to plant the charges.

Joe's team had moved into the yard quickly. A guard patroled right by a barbed wire fence, to which the team moved in from. He noticed the fence shaking somewhat, and when he turned to investagate, Joe stood behind him and placed a switch blade into his throat and slashed quickly rightwards. The guard dropped quickly. "Go!" he said quietly. They moved quickly across the yard, hiding behind crates and boxes eliminating guards with silence AN-94 rounds. They made their way into the engine house, 6 engines inside, and one heavily armored, most likly an artillery train. They planted their charges on their engine's fuel tanks, and left a charge on the tracks infront of the armored engine. "Plant the last two charges on the turn table, so we can prevent these bastards from pulling out the debris." One resistance fighter said, tossing a satchal charge to another member as the man ran quickly and left the charge on the turn table itself. He was sighted by a guard and shot. An alarm went off the railway yard went on full alert.

Guards quickly ran out of their bunker's carrying and setting up machine guns. Dale's team barly got to their objective, the switching house and bridge. They dropped their explosives under the wounded soldier's train not knowing what it was, and began running. "Halt! You will be shot!" A Verstummelung soldier yelled as he trained a Mauser onto Dale, which by now had a spotlight trained on him. The guard begun to finger the trigger as his head exploded from a Mosin Nagaunt shell, John took the shot and hit the man, giving Dale the chance to run. Yet Joe's team was not so lucky, an MG-3 had pinned them down quickly tearing Joe's team to shreads and wounded Joe.

Radio:Son2: Dad! We're pinned down by a machine gun! Can you get him?

Radio:Dad: Son2 I'm sorry, I can't see him.
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However, in the distance, a pair of A-1H SkyRaider's from the Communist Airforce, were on order's to infact raid the exact same railyard. An unfortunet turn of events for most, each of them carried 100mm rockets and 37mm cannons under their wings, also their .50 machineguns. The pair of propeller driven aircraft, descended on the lightly defended target, and strafed the switching yard with cannon fire, shredding the building. The second came in behind the 1st and dropped a pair of rockets into the rails. They each took turns dive bombing the main yard, ignoring the engine house. They were more or less focused on the side of the railyard which sent things into Verstummelung, not out of it.

The machinegun crew turned away to fire on the SkyRaiders, this gave Joe and company his chance, he turned and put a dozen AN-94 rounds into the gunner's chest smearing the wall with his blood. Limping out the rest of Joe's team and Dale's made their way up the hill towards their father, who was still greasing off guards, officers and engineers.

"Dad, we planted the charges. We're all set!" Their father looked happy for a change, and in his hand he held the detonater. "Ka-boom, Ka-boom." He said with a grin, pressing the button. The engine house went up first causing bricks and debris to fly into the air, along with the turn table, which now had a huge hole in it. The medical train exploded aswell, due to a missplace of charges. "I didn't want that train gone, I wanted the switch house gone...." He shrugged and order the group to retreat. They had halted the 5th army's resupply.
Kampfersein
19-01-2005, 03:14
*unknown location*

The lights to a concret room came on, dryed blood all across the walls and a table with interesting tools soaked in blood sat upon them.

Two Specials guards, held a man tightly in their hands as they moved down the stairs into the concret room, the man they held was one of the Resistance fighter's left behind for dead at the Railway yard. He had been stunned by a rocket fired near him and presumed dead and left. The guards threw him into a chair against the wall, they looked disquested at him and spit in his face.

The steel door shut sealing the room, the one who shut the door, a Major and a Sadist, named Tolmisk Unsil, walked into the room. He took off his trench coat, and placed his hat onto the table. He unbuttoned the top of his uniform and looked at the man. "I will be frank, tell us what we want to know and I will promise your death be quick and painless. If not, I wont stop untill you're entire family is...well you get the idea." Tolmisk sat in a chair infront of the man, the two guards fastended the man to the chair using steel handcuffs. A light hung over them. Tolmisk lit a cigar and grinned, "let's get started my good sir." He then opened up a folder with the pictures of several men, John Mersin and his son's were among the men in the picture.

Tolmisk asked easily, "I want to which of the men in this picture are members of your resistance movement." The man, who was dirty and bleeding from the nose, hesitated for a moment and then shook his head "no," he replied. Tolmisk laughed, he wanted the man to say no. He then nodded his head and the guards ripped the poor man's shirt open. Tolmisk stood and walked to the right side of the table, where his "tools of the trade," were. Among them were several medical instraments from the 1930's for amputation and surgury. Tolmisk placed on a black rubbery apron on, which prevented blood from getting on him, and two long black gloves. "Allow me to motivate you, you see, you and I, are going to have a nice night. Tolmisk took an amputee saw and motion the guards to put the man's right hand on the table.

"Tell me what I want to know, or I'll make sure you never hold a loaf of bread again." He held the bloody saw in his hand. Yet the man did not crack, he knew what would happen if he did. Tolmisk knew this, but he wanted to get his jolly's. He took the saw and cut the man's hand off, the poor man screamed as loud as he could almost deafinging the guards. Tolmisk backhanded the man, and with the twitching hand, he made it give the previous owner the one finger salute, then he shoved the middle finger up the poor man's nose.

"Tell the staff to get my toy's ready, I want to make sure he and his friend's have a nice comfy stay....."