TRATEOTU
04-05-2005, 04:21
BREAKING NEWS
Live at Port Duren, TRATEOTU
--This just in. During a anti-riot mission being conducted by the Tratian military's elite Death Stalkers, a terrorist armed with a shouldermounted rocket brought down a Black Hawk helicopter carrying nine of the soldiers, known as "Operators." The chopper crashed into a bank roof and then plummeted to the street. At this time, it is not known if anyone survived or what. Information is limited but will be shown as it is received. Stay tuned.
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Tratian Expeditionary Force (TEF) HQ
Crash (C) Hour + 1
General Macbeth stood at the back of the command center as the situation unfolded. About an hour ago, Tratian nationalists brought down a Sikorsky Black Hawk carrying nine of TRATEOTU's most elite foot soldiers. After the smoke cleared minutes later, a surveillance chopper was sent in to survey the damage. The chopper was belly up in the street, blocking one alley of a four-way intersection. Gunfire was already present as 7 of the 9 Death Stalkers appeared to be securing a perimter around the crash site. Until radio contact was made, no more could be known on the situation.
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Port Duren, TRATEOTU
Crash Site
Lt. Dixon crouched behind a statue as he directed the other six of his men that could still walk into cover. The sound of gunfire in the distance meant that a firefight wasn't far off, and they were vulnerable in this position. He spat at the ground and looked at his men who had taken up spots all along the street. Good he thought. He looked back to the chopper. Both pilots were dead. The chopper's cockpit had landed on a statue itself, so the pilots bodies were lost in a sea of marble and blood. Sgt. Talbot, second in command, was lying on the ground near the chopper with tubes in him. Pvt. Malarkey, the medic, had done what he could before he had to go take cover. For now, Talbot was on his own, a large gash in both his legs where he's caught some metal during the fall. Pvt. Buckner, the squad's main machinegunner, lay half-in-half-out of the helicopter. Half-in-half-out meaning his upper half lay inside, bloodied and ripped, while his legs were dangling from an iron fence nearby. He'd slipped out of the chopper at the last second and was torn in half between the falling vehicle and the fence. Nothing could've been done.
The cound of footsteps and tired meant the rebels had reached the square. Time to fight. Dixon clicked his radio and tried to reach HQ... they couldn't win this on their own.
"HQ, this is DS1, we're in deep shit, over..."
Live at Port Duren, TRATEOTU
--This just in. During a anti-riot mission being conducted by the Tratian military's elite Death Stalkers, a terrorist armed with a shouldermounted rocket brought down a Black Hawk helicopter carrying nine of the soldiers, known as "Operators." The chopper crashed into a bank roof and then plummeted to the street. At this time, it is not known if anyone survived or what. Information is limited but will be shown as it is received. Stay tuned.
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Tratian Expeditionary Force (TEF) HQ
Crash (C) Hour + 1
General Macbeth stood at the back of the command center as the situation unfolded. About an hour ago, Tratian nationalists brought down a Sikorsky Black Hawk carrying nine of TRATEOTU's most elite foot soldiers. After the smoke cleared minutes later, a surveillance chopper was sent in to survey the damage. The chopper was belly up in the street, blocking one alley of a four-way intersection. Gunfire was already present as 7 of the 9 Death Stalkers appeared to be securing a perimter around the crash site. Until radio contact was made, no more could be known on the situation.
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Port Duren, TRATEOTU
Crash Site
Lt. Dixon crouched behind a statue as he directed the other six of his men that could still walk into cover. The sound of gunfire in the distance meant that a firefight wasn't far off, and they were vulnerable in this position. He spat at the ground and looked at his men who had taken up spots all along the street. Good he thought. He looked back to the chopper. Both pilots were dead. The chopper's cockpit had landed on a statue itself, so the pilots bodies were lost in a sea of marble and blood. Sgt. Talbot, second in command, was lying on the ground near the chopper with tubes in him. Pvt. Malarkey, the medic, had done what he could before he had to go take cover. For now, Talbot was on his own, a large gash in both his legs where he's caught some metal during the fall. Pvt. Buckner, the squad's main machinegunner, lay half-in-half-out of the helicopter. Half-in-half-out meaning his upper half lay inside, bloodied and ripped, while his legs were dangling from an iron fence nearby. He'd slipped out of the chopper at the last second and was torn in half between the falling vehicle and the fence. Nothing could've been done.
The cound of footsteps and tired meant the rebels had reached the square. Time to fight. Dixon clicked his radio and tried to reach HQ... they couldn't win this on their own.
"HQ, this is DS1, we're in deep shit, over..."