Lictoria
24-10-2005, 19:46
OOC: Y'all don't need to post. Just didn't want to let my nation rot, so I'm blowing it up. Hope it's satisfying.
IC: The squad stalked through the foliage, ignoring the multiple warnings their government had thrown up against them. They hadn't spoken a word in five hours, and if they were at all tired, they did little to show it.
Clad from head to toe in black, their heads armored with polarized, bulletproof visors and computerized helmets, Squadron Five of the elite Objective Force Warrior Corps. continued their long stroll through the Deathtrap Forest.
They had bypassed the laser trips, the serrated electrical wires that triggered landmines (blowing up what they didn't cut apart), and the meager bits of the first foray. They paid little attention to the wildlife.
A black mamba had once slithered up to Mark 1405, who crushed the snake's skull against a sharp mineral formation- which also crumbled against his heel. Since then, the soldiers had seen a lot: the impaled bodies of some of the more foolish animals, who ran into fire-hardened punji stakes. Bengal tigers- the wiser variety of killer imported to the forest, who taught their cubs where the traps were and where they weren't, what was safe to kill and what wasn't, and, above all, that humans were tasty- a lesson shown every time a convict was dropped into the jungle, never to be seen again. An orgy of spitting cobras that sprayed Mark 1170 with their venom when he interrupted their mating dance. A swarm of giant hornets, one of whom stung Mark 1364 on the hand while he took a brief leak- the flesh on his wrist had begun to dissolve before 1170 put him out of his misery.
The pack of hyenas was quickly dispatched with the long, curved hunting knives the soldiers had brought to silently cut open any of Lictoria's natural defenses. They had taken the flock of cassowary birds by surprise, simply gutting them before any resistance could be offered by the deadly beasts. One of them had kicked up with its inner toe- a twelve centimeter long spike that drove towards 1543's armor like a jackhammer and shattered on contact with the fabric. The squad cut through the long, venomous hollow spines of the gympie bushes, and, despite being hungry, ate none of the wild berries or mushrooms that grew in the jungle.
The Deathtrap Forest's flimsiest defenses were natural, and most invading parties had tried unsuccessfully to best them. Everything in the forest that didn't have teeth, claws, or stingers was deadly poison. And the first half-kilometer of crude wooden maiming traps and killer beasts was nothing compared to what was coming up. But the OFWs had been trained for the forest. They would be killing some of their own on their way back to Lictoria. They, too, had spent hours trekking through the jungle on their way to the sniper towers, or on the perilous road to the safe guard pathways, where only a few tiny creatures would dare to go- creatures who were crushed for fear of being poisonous centipedes, bombadier beetles, or worse. It would be in the next three kilometers of the forest that the men would face their toughest challenge.
Snipers were mounted high above the canopy, in towers laden with sensors, with BMG rifles that could take down armored convoys and mounted with scopes that could pick up the whole electromagnetic spectrum- thermal imaging, x-rays, night vision, ultraviolet, whatever was necessary to kill anything that could pose a threat. The guards of the Deathtrap Forest hadn't fired a shot in years.
Now, the squadron was about to make them start.
OOC: Like I said, I'm killing my nation. If you have any comments, post, but I would like to just blow the place up, so please, no IC posts.
IC: The squad stalked through the foliage, ignoring the multiple warnings their government had thrown up against them. They hadn't spoken a word in five hours, and if they were at all tired, they did little to show it.
Clad from head to toe in black, their heads armored with polarized, bulletproof visors and computerized helmets, Squadron Five of the elite Objective Force Warrior Corps. continued their long stroll through the Deathtrap Forest.
They had bypassed the laser trips, the serrated electrical wires that triggered landmines (blowing up what they didn't cut apart), and the meager bits of the first foray. They paid little attention to the wildlife.
A black mamba had once slithered up to Mark 1405, who crushed the snake's skull against a sharp mineral formation- which also crumbled against his heel. Since then, the soldiers had seen a lot: the impaled bodies of some of the more foolish animals, who ran into fire-hardened punji stakes. Bengal tigers- the wiser variety of killer imported to the forest, who taught their cubs where the traps were and where they weren't, what was safe to kill and what wasn't, and, above all, that humans were tasty- a lesson shown every time a convict was dropped into the jungle, never to be seen again. An orgy of spitting cobras that sprayed Mark 1170 with their venom when he interrupted their mating dance. A swarm of giant hornets, one of whom stung Mark 1364 on the hand while he took a brief leak- the flesh on his wrist had begun to dissolve before 1170 put him out of his misery.
The pack of hyenas was quickly dispatched with the long, curved hunting knives the soldiers had brought to silently cut open any of Lictoria's natural defenses. They had taken the flock of cassowary birds by surprise, simply gutting them before any resistance could be offered by the deadly beasts. One of them had kicked up with its inner toe- a twelve centimeter long spike that drove towards 1543's armor like a jackhammer and shattered on contact with the fabric. The squad cut through the long, venomous hollow spines of the gympie bushes, and, despite being hungry, ate none of the wild berries or mushrooms that grew in the jungle.
The Deathtrap Forest's flimsiest defenses were natural, and most invading parties had tried unsuccessfully to best them. Everything in the forest that didn't have teeth, claws, or stingers was deadly poison. And the first half-kilometer of crude wooden maiming traps and killer beasts was nothing compared to what was coming up. But the OFWs had been trained for the forest. They would be killing some of their own on their way back to Lictoria. They, too, had spent hours trekking through the jungle on their way to the sniper towers, or on the perilous road to the safe guard pathways, where only a few tiny creatures would dare to go- creatures who were crushed for fear of being poisonous centipedes, bombadier beetles, or worse. It would be in the next three kilometers of the forest that the men would face their toughest challenge.
Snipers were mounted high above the canopy, in towers laden with sensors, with BMG rifles that could take down armored convoys and mounted with scopes that could pick up the whole electromagnetic spectrum- thermal imaging, x-rays, night vision, ultraviolet, whatever was necessary to kill anything that could pose a threat. The guards of the Deathtrap Forest hadn't fired a shot in years.
Now, the squadron was about to make them start.
OOC: Like I said, I'm killing my nation. If you have any comments, post, but I would like to just blow the place up, so please, no IC posts.