New Empire
28-02-2005, 03:00
[Maputo, Draka State of Mozambique]
The soldier wore a casual dress uniform, walking down the streets. Maputo was Police Zone now, and it was safe for both Citizen and Native alike to travel the streets in saftey. The occasional siren was heard, but the city was relatively peaceful. He was clearly not native to the land, his hair sandy blonde and military cut, skin battle weathered. He was a warrior in a fairly peaceful land. But it was not always that way.
[Peira]
"WE'VE GOT THEM ON THE RUN!"
The Decurion whooped in joy and raised the bullpup R32 to his shoulder and popped off a trio of rounds into a fleeing Mozambique soldier. He fell to the ground, his AK firing a few rounds from involuntary trigger pull. The field before the berm they stood on was an impromptu one- created hours before by a devastating barrage of UCSNE fire. The guns continued to pop and sputter as the last few enemy troops retreated. Through a series of radio communications, the news went to the top.
"Chiliarch?"
The horizon was that of dawn, sun rising over the sea and illuminating the waves. But inland it was much different. Smoke rose and hung over the battlefield like a spectre of death. Tracer rounds flung into the air as the sounds of war called in the distance. The man was standing next to the Hoplite-C command vehicle.
"Yes?"
Chiliarch Joseph Olstead turned towards the soldier who'd departed from the APC. He looked happy.
"Centurions reporting in. All areas are secure. Good job for the first battle of the Chiliarchy?"
"A good one."
His uniform was relatively dirty for someone of his position, and a Machine Pistol was slung under his arm. He had always wondered why they chose to throw their lives away for no tactical advantage. It was not the mark of a true soldier.
He heard a whistling and looked up. The question was, were they outgoing or-
"INCOMING!" The soldier pushed him towards the open door of the APC just before the-
[Maputo]
"Chiliarch!"
It was another, similarly dressed soldier, sitting with yet another Draka troop- a woman this time. The male soldier, Staff Centurion Rob Kagel, the specific man who had ran out that day. He lounged in the shade of the small cafe, but extended a hand to his superior. Olstead could understand why. He had caught so much shrapnel he could barely be considered fit for duty.
"'Ello, Rob, didn't expect to see you here. How's the rehab?"
"Going fine, going fine. Almost ready to get back into that desk job on wheels." Despite the fact that he had caught action during the 'desk job', along with a legful of steel and copper fragments, he still joked about it. "And you? What you doing here?"
"Getting some fresh air, a break from it all."
The man grinned. "I can understand. Been reading all the reports. Miracle we made it this far from Tanzania. Oh- almost forgot- this is my lovely friend MTr. Elise Van Elsen, met her at the hospital. Hey, take a seat if you got the time."
The three conversed, while hundreds of miles away in Dar'es Salaam, a different conversation was occuring, one that would send them back into the breach.
OOC: Sorry for crappy post. Is more of a placeholder than anything.
The soldier wore a casual dress uniform, walking down the streets. Maputo was Police Zone now, and it was safe for both Citizen and Native alike to travel the streets in saftey. The occasional siren was heard, but the city was relatively peaceful. He was clearly not native to the land, his hair sandy blonde and military cut, skin battle weathered. He was a warrior in a fairly peaceful land. But it was not always that way.
[Peira]
"WE'VE GOT THEM ON THE RUN!"
The Decurion whooped in joy and raised the bullpup R32 to his shoulder and popped off a trio of rounds into a fleeing Mozambique soldier. He fell to the ground, his AK firing a few rounds from involuntary trigger pull. The field before the berm they stood on was an impromptu one- created hours before by a devastating barrage of UCSNE fire. The guns continued to pop and sputter as the last few enemy troops retreated. Through a series of radio communications, the news went to the top.
"Chiliarch?"
The horizon was that of dawn, sun rising over the sea and illuminating the waves. But inland it was much different. Smoke rose and hung over the battlefield like a spectre of death. Tracer rounds flung into the air as the sounds of war called in the distance. The man was standing next to the Hoplite-C command vehicle.
"Yes?"
Chiliarch Joseph Olstead turned towards the soldier who'd departed from the APC. He looked happy.
"Centurions reporting in. All areas are secure. Good job for the first battle of the Chiliarchy?"
"A good one."
His uniform was relatively dirty for someone of his position, and a Machine Pistol was slung under his arm. He had always wondered why they chose to throw their lives away for no tactical advantage. It was not the mark of a true soldier.
He heard a whistling and looked up. The question was, were they outgoing or-
"INCOMING!" The soldier pushed him towards the open door of the APC just before the-
[Maputo]
"Chiliarch!"
It was another, similarly dressed soldier, sitting with yet another Draka troop- a woman this time. The male soldier, Staff Centurion Rob Kagel, the specific man who had ran out that day. He lounged in the shade of the small cafe, but extended a hand to his superior. Olstead could understand why. He had caught so much shrapnel he could barely be considered fit for duty.
"'Ello, Rob, didn't expect to see you here. How's the rehab?"
"Going fine, going fine. Almost ready to get back into that desk job on wheels." Despite the fact that he had caught action during the 'desk job', along with a legful of steel and copper fragments, he still joked about it. "And you? What you doing here?"
"Getting some fresh air, a break from it all."
The man grinned. "I can understand. Been reading all the reports. Miracle we made it this far from Tanzania. Oh- almost forgot- this is my lovely friend MTr. Elise Van Elsen, met her at the hospital. Hey, take a seat if you got the time."
The three conversed, while hundreds of miles away in Dar'es Salaam, a different conversation was occuring, one that would send them back into the breach.
OOC: Sorry for crappy post. Is more of a placeholder than anything.