New Empire
20-01-2005, 01:08
[Transvaal Free Fire Zone]
The desolate Zimbabwe border crackled with gunfire, the two black boys sitting on a koppie watching in awe as fingers of tracers seemed to search out from the Zimbabwe side, but the muzzle flashes only illuminating the New Empire troops' position.
"We really shouldn't be out here, Nathan."
"Aww hush. It's the only way we'll see the real battle, the TV people don't show the good stuff."
More gunfire, and then whistling, like a devil laughing and wheezing. The shouts of the soldiers below were barely audible, and nigh unintelligible.
"Nathan?"
"What, Daniel?"
"Who're the good guys?"
"I dunno. The Drakes invaded us, but I don't much like the Zimbabwe people either. TV says they have an unstable government or something. Dad says they aren't as bad as the Afrikaners were, though."
And then the whistling was heard, piercing high above everything else. The children's cheap binoculars shook in their hands as the rounds impacted, the sound soon following. It seemed like daylight came upon hell's surface, smoke and dirt lashing into the sky. But the rumble continued. The koppie was shaking with an intensity, and then the light slammed on.
Armored Monitor Nick Pallsis didn't need the spotlight, his view currently in a composite NVG/Standard/IR camera view, but it was good for psychological effect. The kids seemed so small, and he wondered how they felt with the 70 ton M15 bearing down on them.
The children stood stock still as the armored monster cast it's burning white eye on them. A series of clanks were heard, and a man's head popped up, helmeted with insectlike goggles on. He flipped them up, revealing a grease stained but pale white face. A rooinek, as the white kids called them.
"Go on home kids. This place ain't safe for you."
No reply.
"There's going to be a very big battle, and we won't be able to keep track of you. Armored warfare isn't kind to schoolboys. Get on back, but don't worry. As long as you're on our side of the Freefire Zone, you'll be safe."
Nathan nodded frantically, and both peered around, looking at the mass of armor around them. As they raced down the hill, waving goodbye, they contemplated the stories they would have to tell.
--
Thus began the opening assault on Zimbabwe. But there were other things planned. Forces in Namibia began a push into Botswana, yet the Mozambique border remained relatively unchanged, but certainly much more tense on each side of the lines. The Draka administration was nowhere near done with their march of conquest when they had first come to Africa. All that remained was someone to stop them.
(OOC: If anyone wants to RP, I'll provide any details you need)
The desolate Zimbabwe border crackled with gunfire, the two black boys sitting on a koppie watching in awe as fingers of tracers seemed to search out from the Zimbabwe side, but the muzzle flashes only illuminating the New Empire troops' position.
"We really shouldn't be out here, Nathan."
"Aww hush. It's the only way we'll see the real battle, the TV people don't show the good stuff."
More gunfire, and then whistling, like a devil laughing and wheezing. The shouts of the soldiers below were barely audible, and nigh unintelligible.
"Nathan?"
"What, Daniel?"
"Who're the good guys?"
"I dunno. The Drakes invaded us, but I don't much like the Zimbabwe people either. TV says they have an unstable government or something. Dad says they aren't as bad as the Afrikaners were, though."
And then the whistling was heard, piercing high above everything else. The children's cheap binoculars shook in their hands as the rounds impacted, the sound soon following. It seemed like daylight came upon hell's surface, smoke and dirt lashing into the sky. But the rumble continued. The koppie was shaking with an intensity, and then the light slammed on.
Armored Monitor Nick Pallsis didn't need the spotlight, his view currently in a composite NVG/Standard/IR camera view, but it was good for psychological effect. The kids seemed so small, and he wondered how they felt with the 70 ton M15 bearing down on them.
The children stood stock still as the armored monster cast it's burning white eye on them. A series of clanks were heard, and a man's head popped up, helmeted with insectlike goggles on. He flipped them up, revealing a grease stained but pale white face. A rooinek, as the white kids called them.
"Go on home kids. This place ain't safe for you."
No reply.
"There's going to be a very big battle, and we won't be able to keep track of you. Armored warfare isn't kind to schoolboys. Get on back, but don't worry. As long as you're on our side of the Freefire Zone, you'll be safe."
Nathan nodded frantically, and both peered around, looking at the mass of armor around them. As they raced down the hill, waving goodbye, they contemplated the stories they would have to tell.
--
Thus began the opening assault on Zimbabwe. But there were other things planned. Forces in Namibia began a push into Botswana, yet the Mozambique border remained relatively unchanged, but certainly much more tense on each side of the lines. The Draka administration was nowhere near done with their march of conquest when they had first come to Africa. All that remained was someone to stop them.
(OOC: If anyone wants to RP, I'll provide any details you need)