Yallak
21-08-2005, 16:17
Just North of Valeon, Protectorate State of Yallak, 6:38 AM.
Recent raids on Imperial uranium convoys coming into Yallak in the past few days had finally been tracked down to a guerilla unit operating out of the demilitarized zone just north of Valeon. When police had began narrowing in on their position in the early hours of the morning they came under fire from several gunners in three story building near the eastern most part of the town. Now only 21 minutes since the first shots were fired, a 50-man section from the 4th Legion pulled up in a side street 3 blocks down.
Two minutes later, 6:40 AM
Sergeant Ries ducked down behind an old white ford parked only twenty metres from now under siege building occupied by the guerillas. He and his men had sprinted to the scene of the fighting, running down the still fairly dark streets, using cars and walls to keep out of sight. The men spread out around Ries, using whatever cover available. Private Kirov and Corporal Hanlon scuttled across to the other side of the road, sheltering behind an overturned police car. One officer lay face down in the street with blood pooling around his upper body, a result of the grenade explosion, which had flipped the car. A second officer, still half inside the burnt out wreckage, stared up vacantly at the two veterans now kneeling just past his face.
“Poor bastard” said Kirov, edging away from the corpse
A hail of bullets suddenly struck the wreckage and both men threw themselves down.
A quick order by the Sergeant and the rest of the section opened fire on the building. As the fusillade ripped into the enemy position, Corporal Danson’s 10 man squad hurried across the main road to the bottom of the besieged building. One of them was hit in the leg by a stray bullet falling to the ground, his weapon clattering down beside him. Ries was quick to follow his men, pulling the wounded man safely to the other side of the road just as a burst of fire raked the ground where they had been moments before.
Further to the left another grenade was hurled out the window, blasting a sizable chunk out of the road taking out another police officer in the process. A return shot by one of the sections anti-tank weapons hit its mark. There was a deafening explosion as lumps of glass and masonry erupted from the point of impact followed by a moments silence in the battle, during which a second squad moved across to Ries and Danson’s position. Kirov and Hanlon ran across to join them.
“Those sure aren’t your average home made grenade’s. These guys are definitely back by a military or government”.
Ries didn’t answer; instead he motioned to the door. Seconds later the door was down and the squads burst in taking two of the enemy by surprise. The automatic fire at such close range sent them pitching backwards into a wall before they could even lift their guns. Inside, with the windows closed up, it was even darker than the reddish purple haze of the morning outside. From the nearby set of stairs off to the right, another guerilla came running down, drawn by the sound of the shots from the quiet ground floor of the building. Oblivious to the threat, he hastily made his way into the darkness calling out what Ries guessed was the names of his comrades that they had just killed. Exiting from the stairs was thirty or so year old man dressed in jungle fatigues. A nearby private was quick to react, planting the butt of his weapon directly into the man’s face.
“Tie him up and gag him”, Ries ordered, “HQ will want to have a word with our new friend. And Hanlon go check on Private Hill”.
Hanlon was already kneeling over the wounded man.
“Already have. The bullet went straight through”, he said prodding the wound tentatively. “He’ll be fine until we get back to base”.
Ries nodded, “Good, but you stay here with him – the rest of you with me”.
Hanlon hesitated for a moment but then decided it would be fruitless to protest and settled in on the floor to wait out the remainder of the battle.
After a quick check with the other squads on his radio, Ries was informed that his men now covered every avenue of escapre from the building. He headed for the stairs, as the first of the two squads began to make their way up.
(going to bed now - i will continue tomorrow.)
Recent raids on Imperial uranium convoys coming into Yallak in the past few days had finally been tracked down to a guerilla unit operating out of the demilitarized zone just north of Valeon. When police had began narrowing in on their position in the early hours of the morning they came under fire from several gunners in three story building near the eastern most part of the town. Now only 21 minutes since the first shots were fired, a 50-man section from the 4th Legion pulled up in a side street 3 blocks down.
Two minutes later, 6:40 AM
Sergeant Ries ducked down behind an old white ford parked only twenty metres from now under siege building occupied by the guerillas. He and his men had sprinted to the scene of the fighting, running down the still fairly dark streets, using cars and walls to keep out of sight. The men spread out around Ries, using whatever cover available. Private Kirov and Corporal Hanlon scuttled across to the other side of the road, sheltering behind an overturned police car. One officer lay face down in the street with blood pooling around his upper body, a result of the grenade explosion, which had flipped the car. A second officer, still half inside the burnt out wreckage, stared up vacantly at the two veterans now kneeling just past his face.
“Poor bastard” said Kirov, edging away from the corpse
A hail of bullets suddenly struck the wreckage and both men threw themselves down.
A quick order by the Sergeant and the rest of the section opened fire on the building. As the fusillade ripped into the enemy position, Corporal Danson’s 10 man squad hurried across the main road to the bottom of the besieged building. One of them was hit in the leg by a stray bullet falling to the ground, his weapon clattering down beside him. Ries was quick to follow his men, pulling the wounded man safely to the other side of the road just as a burst of fire raked the ground where they had been moments before.
Further to the left another grenade was hurled out the window, blasting a sizable chunk out of the road taking out another police officer in the process. A return shot by one of the sections anti-tank weapons hit its mark. There was a deafening explosion as lumps of glass and masonry erupted from the point of impact followed by a moments silence in the battle, during which a second squad moved across to Ries and Danson’s position. Kirov and Hanlon ran across to join them.
“Those sure aren’t your average home made grenade’s. These guys are definitely back by a military or government”.
Ries didn’t answer; instead he motioned to the door. Seconds later the door was down and the squads burst in taking two of the enemy by surprise. The automatic fire at such close range sent them pitching backwards into a wall before they could even lift their guns. Inside, with the windows closed up, it was even darker than the reddish purple haze of the morning outside. From the nearby set of stairs off to the right, another guerilla came running down, drawn by the sound of the shots from the quiet ground floor of the building. Oblivious to the threat, he hastily made his way into the darkness calling out what Ries guessed was the names of his comrades that they had just killed. Exiting from the stairs was thirty or so year old man dressed in jungle fatigues. A nearby private was quick to react, planting the butt of his weapon directly into the man’s face.
“Tie him up and gag him”, Ries ordered, “HQ will want to have a word with our new friend. And Hanlon go check on Private Hill”.
Hanlon was already kneeling over the wounded man.
“Already have. The bullet went straight through”, he said prodding the wound tentatively. “He’ll be fine until we get back to base”.
Ries nodded, “Good, but you stay here with him – the rest of you with me”.
Hanlon hesitated for a moment but then decided it would be fruitless to protest and settled in on the floor to wait out the remainder of the battle.
After a quick check with the other squads on his radio, Ries was informed that his men now covered every avenue of escapre from the building. He headed for the stairs, as the first of the two squads began to make their way up.
(going to bed now - i will continue tomorrow.)