NationStates Jolt Archive

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Valerie had long left that occupied town, hell even that country. Now all that was left for her to do was to contact the Motherland, and for that she needed to find civilization. Haushinka and herself hurried through the woods, in order to find civilization as quickly as possible. She found a road, "close enough," she thought. She followed the road until she found something resembling a telephone. She punched in some numbers and was soon faced with some security clearance items, which she entered without fail. After several minutes she was connected to a living being and the mechanical peril would be no more.

"This is Wildcat checking in."

"Wildcat, this is Noflive, we need you to report back to the city ASAP."

"The one that just got captured?"

"Affirmative. We have worked a deal with the captors, and they want good operatives. Your weapons will be brought to you."

"I-" she was cut off by the click of the phone and the dialtone. With that she headed back to where Haush was waiting and started back to the city that was under Kraven control. She traveled through the night at a hurried pace, she knew in this job time was money.

She arrived the next morning to find that the soldiers greeted her with a mechanical indifference, they directed her towards the city hall.

The next day a Chinook helicopter with Nofian markings made a pass over the city before finally landing on the outskirts of town. The doors to the chopper opened and the first of the special forces op's came out.

Deathwitharifle was the first out of the chopper, he was carrying a duffel bag in one hand and his other arm held in front of him. On his arm sat a Golden eagle, which he quickly cast into the sky as soon as they were away from the chopper. Over his back his rifle was slung, an M40A3. He walked with a normal pace and headed towards the first soldier he saw.

Kiley Nessa soon followed She was carrying two duffel bags, one for herself, the other for Val. She held an eerie air about her, which was only amplified by the fact that she was missing a lovely silver eye. Her face would have been pretty, had it not been for all the scars, that ran under her clothing. A particularly deep gash ran under her eyepatch and stopped just to the side of her lip. Following her was a black panther that had a large scar that ran down his side, and a chewed up ear. His eyes glinted some light he walked the beaten trail behind Kiley.

Following Kiley came a man clad all in black. He was wearing black shirt, and his head was adorned with a matching black balclava. At his waist a Katana rested on a belt that was held up by several bandolers of throwing knives. on the right side of his belt, opposite of his sword, rested a pistol with an oversized silencer. Resting parralel with his belt, on the small of his back was a knife, nothing large, but it got the job done. With each step he made no sound was heard, his blood red eyes peered out at the world through a small opening on his Balaclava. A doberman walked to the step of the man adorned in black, it walked with a look in its eyes that said stay away.

Next in line was Ciar, her pace was set by those ahead of her. With each step she took was met with a soft thud, which was replaced by a thud, click scheme when she hit the pavement. A look at her said she had seen many better days, half of her face was hidden by a steel plate, one of her legs had been replaced with a mechanical one, and several of her fingers on one of her hands had also been replaced, on her other arm was replaced from just past the elbow down. Behind her was a snow leapord which was in similar condition, it was missing half of it's tail, and one of it's legs had been replaced. She made her way to the others, behind her, five other operatives were to follow.

Although most of the supplies come from the skies, obliviating the need for more vulnerable sea-ships, there is still a need to get the supplies from the landing craft to the front lines, where the troops need them most. Food, water, ammo, weapons, books and magazines, letters from home and more, all were vital components of the soldier who fights and dies at the front, and all must be taken from the ships, put on speeder trucks or aircraft, and then sent where they're needed.

This also means that they must be protected at all costs, for no army ever wins wars on empty stomachs. So, one typical convoy, consisting of ten speeder trucks, five water trucks, and a partridge in a mobile pear tree prepared to move out. The pears were to prevent scurvy. Anyway, the convoy began to set out from the headquarters set up at the two Giant Landed Ships of Doom and were accompanied by a second convoy of four AT-ST walkers, three light hovertanks, and two Super Apache helicopters (in shifts), not to mention troop trucks carrying a company of soldiers. A considerable defense, to be sure. But not insurmountable, as it will soon learn...

The Reichmarshal stepped out of the current tactical HQ, he looked at the amassed special unit and continued with his cold calous walk...

"Good Afternoon..." He spoke with a cold empty tone, he didn't care about the afternoon or their wellbeing, behind him walked an officer carrying some brown files he quickly handed them to each of the operatives before returning to his place by the side of the reichmarshal

"These files contain some what scarce information on the coreworlds supply lines, we know that most of their supplys come from space ships orbiting the earth... but their exact location is some what lacking..." the reichmarshal paused

"Your Orders are as follows..."

"1 - Disrupt the supply lines of Core worlds"
"2 - Impeade their ability to counter attack our forces"
"3 - If possible locate the orbiting ships"
"4 - If possible gain access to the ships and destroy or sabotage them"

"For this mission you have free reign, although we will monitor you to ensure our investment pays off, but if you see it and its core worlds... kill it"

"We have a vtol transport craft and two vtol gunships awaiting your depature, they will take you to the hostile zones and give you support cover, however once your on the ground, your on your own... Good Luck..."

the reichmarshal saluted and awaited any questions before the team departed..

Valerie stepped out amongst the operatives and said, "I have no questions, sir. My soldiers should have no questions either. We will depart so we will arrive at the edge of the forces this evening. So we will be needing the ride in about four hours, until that time my soldiers will be doing whatever they please, as long as it doesn't interfere with your operations," she turned to her soldiers,"If I get word that any of you screw with their routine, or kill any of them, you will answer to me, and you all know how friendly I can be."

The march of the convoy was under way as they accelerated after clearing the last checkpoint before potentially hostile land. They needed to reach the front, which was on the horizon with the occasional dull whump of artificial thunder permeating the air. Everyone hoped that they wouldn't die today, but only the Force knows when that would happen...

((OOC: Kraven, I'm leaving it open for you to put some more stuff in there, I'm just going to do a dismissal post, and what they do until they have to leave.))

Upon dismissal Valerie tracked down Kiley, the only who would have logically brought her supplies in.

"You have my equipment, I presume?"

"Correct," Kiley said as she went to where the equipment had been stacked, and fished out their respective bags, "this one is yours."

Val took the bag and said nothing. Her and Haushinka started walking off to a cafe, despite the fact it was empty. She put her stuff on an outdoor table and sorted through it. Two FNP-90's, a Browning BDM, Infrared goggles, Her tactical vest, and an M240, with twelve belts of ammo, 300 rounds each. She put her vest on and sorted through the pockets to see if she was missing anything. Everything was intact. The pistol went in a holster on the belt, and she affixed one of her KA-BAR's on the right shoulder, her other going perpendicular to her belt in the small of her back. She set her M240 on the chairs and sat on the table. She rested her back against the umbrella and pulled out a cig, and started smoking it. Haushinka sat under the table, her tail slightly flicking.

Kiley, after giving Val her stuff, started walking through the town. Darby was at her heels. Her travels didn't stop until several minutes before they were supposed to leave, upon which she dropped her stuff and started gearing up. She put her M1911A1 in a shoulder holster. She then grabbed her thermal goggles and put them on her head, so they would be ready at a moments notice. She then grabbed her G36 and hurried back to where they were supposed to meet.

DWAR took immediate refuge on the roof of a nearby building. He opened his bag and pulled out a second rifle, and his pistols. He took the PSG-1, and his M40A3, and set them up on the roof, so he could easily calibrate them. After they had both been zeroed in, he looked both of them over. He finally decided on the PSG-1, as a semi automatic rifle would prove slightly more usefull in this situation. Upon the descision, he stuffed the M40A1 in his bag and brought it back to the chopper. He glanced at the time, and decided to meet with the others.

Ciar walked to the place where they were supposed to leave in several hours. Upon arrival she sat down and read the profile in great depth. After she finished reading it over, she layed down, and closed her eye. Soon she was asleep, with only her leapord to guard her. She occaisonally twitched, at least whatever wasn't machine. She woke up several minutes before everyone was scheduled to meet, and started gearing up. She grabbed her FN SCAR, and popped a clip in it. She was ready for anything, and then the first of them arrived.

After Shadow picked up his gear, he headed for a restruant. It didn't matter if it was empty or not. He found the nearest one and went in, it happened to be closed. He stepped in through the now broken door, and with a crunch of glass sat down at one of the tables. He pulled out a cigarette and started smoking it, letting the ashes drop to the now glass covered floor. After he finished the cigarette he sat in the chair and listened to the solitude of the room. When it was time for him to head towards where the others were meeting he opened up his bag and pulled out the thermal goggles. He put them on his head and headed towards the staging area, leaving the now empty bag on the table.

A group of kreigsmarines walked past the restruant, spotting the bag on the table they decided to check it out... empty... they looked around to room for any other evidence of someone being here... a stubbed out cigarette and some ash

"Commander, some has been in the sector 5532"

"Understood, Continue with the sweep"

the squad moved on...

In the centre of the city, a lot of the populace had been rounded up and were being loaded into the back of massive trucks, they were being shipped out to the Corporate Concentration camps, people were moved to different sections, being seperated, the unskilled workers being shipped out to the Corporate slave labour mining camps and the skilled workers sent to the factories and industries of the Corporation

The VTOLS landed at the area that the team was meeting up at, they didnt need runways and landed in a park a few yards away... the Corporate pilot stepped out, he wore a jet black uniform and a black helmet that obscured his face (similar to the TIE Pilots)

"The vtols are ready for your departure" his voice was mechanical, electronicaly enhanced by the helmets vox casters

he gestured to the vtol transport, and the two accompanying Attack craft...

All over the captured territories around numonica, the forces of the kraven corporation kept up their constant vigil, Armoured APC's roamed the roads, looking for insugents or enemy break throughs, road blocks had been set up every 2 miles and VTOL attack craft flew patrol paths across the sky...

The Secret Police were interrogating numonican people belived to be part of the resistance fighters, who had been causing a few problems for the corporation, but this was quickly stamped out, with brute force... the capitol police massacering the population of a small town in numonica, the resistance forces soon gave up, fearing another massacre on their people, choosing that surrender was a better option than a drop in the ocean against the might of the corporation and their blatant display of power...

the Kraven industrial machine had arrived as well, massive harvesters cutting down trees, turning them into timber, and other usefull items, else where harvesters were mining the resources, massive blades churning up the soil, convers taking the ores up from the ground and into the massive internal workings of the harvester, inside it smelted the ores, refined them and broke them down into highly refined alloys and steels, the harvester belching thick black smoke into the atmosphere...

Massive vtol transports, bigger than the normal troop transporters, landed on the back of the harvester, it was loaded with the finished products then took off a short while later, returning to the lands of the Corporation, fueling the massive war machine...

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