NationStates Jolt Archive

Chief Konkwo looked out from the jungles of Tanoli island. His village, or what was left of it, had been completely taken over by the foreigners; a giant resort hotel stood where there was once a beach. Houses and shops surrounded it, and a small airstrip was not far away. Most of the members of Konkwo's tribe had long taken jobs in this new establishment. The proud Tanoli tribe was disintegrating. Something had to be done.

Night had fallen. Konkwo went deep into the jungle, to the site of his old village. There, two dozen young men were gathered, wearing tribal clothes and wielding AK-47s and machetes. "People," Konkwo spoke as the men hushed, "You are all that is left of the seven villages of Tanoli, the only ones uncorrupted by the ocean man. We must tonight reclaim the land of our fathers, and now, with the help of these new weapons, we have our chance. Let us go."

"Father," Yeno, Konkwo's son, said to him as the men began marching, "The ocean man is powerful. I have heard stories from when I lived in their town. They say this tribe of ocean man is called Bonstocknian, and they live in a country with millions of warriors and many allies. Perhaps we should have other ways to make them leave our island."

"The ocean man is greedy and cares nothing for us. Only blood will send him home."

Yeno nodded, and bowed his head, looking at a picture he had taped to his machete-handle.

Silently, the men walked through the jungle, in complete stealth. Walking near but not on a jungle pathway, they found the start of the town. Lights were shining, electric lights foreign to these men since a short while ago. As were their assault rifles, for that matter. They had only a few days of training with them. But in Konkwo's eyes, determination and strength was all that mattered.

They crept through backyards and across streets, making not a sound, as the five-story Royal Tanoli Suites Hotel stood over them. The group saw the two security guards, standing at the door of the hotel. "Yeno," Konkwo said, "These two are for us." He motioned to the others to hide in a bush. Konkwo and his son crept behind the guards, who were at the door chatting and smoking. Hiding in the shadows, Konkwo and his son crept up behind the guards. Oblivious, the guards simply talked, comparing notes about women. Konkwo took his machete in hands. These were the first foreigners whose blood would meet his machete. He motioned to his son, and each took their machete and lunged for a guard. Two throats were slit in the blink of an eye, and red blood flowed like a river into the illuminated street. Konkwo motioned to the rest of the men, and they came in. Konkwo gave them orders. "Go into the house. Take all the ocean men out of their rooms, women and children too, and lead them into the basement." The men nodded, and got about their work. Konkwo turned to Yeno. "You have done well, my son."

Yeno gave a forced smile, though it was clear that something troubled him.

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Ten thousand miles away, President Lord Harald Gustavsson was hiking in the Penninsular Mountains of Central Bonstock. He had only one bodyguard from the Bonstocknian Special Services, his girlfriend May. The white-capped mountains surrounded by evergreen forests looked perfectly peaceful. It was a nice reprieve from the often literally cutthroat politics of the Bonstocknian capital of Port Yuko.

"Well, Mr. President," said May, "You seem to go over well with the voters in this region. I'm sure you're happy about the latest poll numbers, and your budget plan recently passed the Senate unanimously."

Harald laughed to himself as he held May's hand. "I'm a poor administrator. I wasn't made out for all this little work of budgets and diplomacy and elections."

"You do a pretty convincing job of it," May said, turning and smiling.

"Yes, but it wears on me. I almost wish something out of the ordinary would happen. I like the war room, or better yet the battlefield, as opposed to the office." Harald looked up at the sky, with a slight smile on his face.

"Be careful what you wish for," May said.

"What's the worst that can happen?" Harald responded, laughing slightly. Then they heard footsteps behind them. Running in their direction. They immidiately stopped holding hands and looked ahead as the footsteps approached.

"Mr. President," a man in a military officer's uniform said, "We have a situation on Tanoli island. We need you back in Port Yuko right away." Harald, startled, turned to follow the man. May gave him a soft elbow jab in the arm.

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Harald had boarded his Presidential jet and was heading for the capital. A military intelligence officer was pointing to a powerpoint presentation.

"Mr. President, native Tanoli terrorists have taken three-hundred hostages at the Royal Tanoli Suites Hotel on Tanoli Island. Half of those hostages are foreign nationals..."

Harald rolled his eyes and groaned. "Now we have an international incident on our hands."

"Media sources have already broken the story, and the hostage takers demand that all foreigners leave the island and never return or else they will start killing the hostages..."

"What happened before this?" Lord Harald demanded.

"Tanoli island has been occupied by Bonstock since the end of the Dark Terror war. The Bonstocknian military owned the island, which was inhabited by some 600 indiginous Tanoli people. A small radar outpost was maintained there, but the island was closed to development until the military abandoned the site two years ago and it was sold to resort developers. A large resort complex has been built, including a small town and an airstrip, infringing on tribal territory. Many Tanoli people have also been used as workers at the resort, and many of their tribal customs have been destroyed by the modernization of the island. This has left many tribal leaders angry."

"How much of the island is now in our hands?"

"Most of the resort development has been taken over by the terrorists, including the airfield and town."

"What Bonstocknian forces are in the area?"

"We currently have a few Bonstocknian carriers in the area..."

"That won't help! Do we have any counter terrorist units aboard?"

"Not onboard, but the Army's Alpha Unit is currently ready to deploy."

"Alpha Unit? Those guys have never been tested in a situation like this. If we send them in alone, we're bound to have three hundred bodybags, half of them foreign nationals that will anger many governments. This is bad for our image. We need help here."

"We could probably contact foreign governments for help in the matter."

"Let's send out word."

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A message was sent to foreign governments believed to have citizens who had been taken hostage:

Our government regrets to inform you that three hundred tourists, half of them non-Bonstocknian, were taken hostage at a resort on Tanoli island by native terrorists. Our government has the resources to carry out an operation against the terrorists, however, our anti-terrorist units have had no combat experience in similar conditions and we ask that you donate your best counterterrorist units to help liberate the hostages with minimal casualties. Any contribution, however small, is well appreciated.

We hope that this is over quickly.

Harald, son of Gustav, lord of all Bonstocknians
President of the Federal Republic of Bonstock

At the same time, Konkwo and the Tanoli natives sent a message out to anyone who will listen.

Brothers, the Bonstocknians have invaded our sacred lands and defiled it with their resorts and tourists. They have turned our people from their ancestors ways and attacked our proud heritage. We are taking hostages in self defense, but now they are massing to attack us more. We need assistance to fend off their attack and forever make the seven villages of Talino free.

Captain Eric Palmer of the FedAB army glanced out his window at a sunny bright day. He missed his family, off on Tanoli Island on vacation, but was settled by the fact that they were probaly enjoying themselves. He had a company to lead, and duty called first. Hopefully he would be able to join them sometime. Meanwhile he had been training his anti-terror company into the best. Skilled operatives, his men were masters at infiltration and execution of orders. They had scored perfects on all but one training so far. As Palmer mused over his lukewarm cup of coffee, an aide burst into his office.

"Sir, I have some bad news."
"What is it now, Seila? One of the men get too drunk?"
"No sir, it involves Tanoli Island."

Palmer's heart dropped like a rock as cold sweat popped from his pores. He took the report from Seila and glanced over it, checked once more, and dropped it to the floor. Palmer was enraged, staring at the paper with hatred as he crushed his cup to fragments. Those savage bastards...they would pay for this. If anything had happened to his family-

"Seila!"
"Yes sir."
"Send a message to Colonel Munoz that I'm taking the men for their first test. Also, inform the men that we have a mission to carry out. I'm going to send a message to the Bonstock government petitioning to let us come in and fight these Rebels. They'll pay for this savagery."
"Will do sir."

Palmer sat down at his desk and began composing a message.

To: the Government of Bonstock
From: Captain Palmer, Anti-Terror Branch, FedAB military

Bonstock government, we in the FedAB have heard of the recent terror crisis on Tanoli island, and seeing how we have several citizens of interest involved, would greatly appreciate it if we were allowed to bring in a company of our best anti-terror soldiers to repel these savage terrorists.

Signed,
Eric Palmer
Captain, FedAB Military, Anti-Terror Branch

A message was sent back quickly to Amazonian Beasts:

We would be extremely grateful for the help of your counter-terrorist forces. They are free to deploy immidiately to staging areas at Durabin Air Force Base, in northern Bonstock just north west of Port Yuko. Our operatives will great them there and prepare for the mission.

Signed,

Harald, son of Gustav, lord of all Bonstocknians

At Durabin Air Force Base, a dozen Alpha Unit commados had already assembled. They were briefed quickly on the mission, and what it would take. Captain Mike Haldman, in charge of the unit, had only been to Tanoli Island once, as part of a military exercise. Nice people, friendly people, he remembered. One girl there in particular, the daughter of a chief he thought, had caught his interest there. Nalina, that was her name he remembered. Then he realized what daughter of a chief meant.

Intelligence officers continued giving Haldman and his men all the information they would need for the assault, as Bonstocknian military planners decided their next move.

ooc: prolly gonna go to bed soon...

President William McConnel was sitting in his office in the Executive Mansion when a messenger ran in.

"Oh, no... Is this another report from Xharn?" McConnel moaned. The president was in poor sperits. His country had just concluded a messy affair in Xharn, and although their damage control scheme managed to prevent a messy international scandel, the affair wore at him.

"No, nothing from Xharn. As far as I know, the situation there is stable. This is a report from the nation of Bonstock."

McConnel picked up the slip of paper offered to him, and read.

Our government regrets to inform you that three hundred tourists, half of them non-Bonstocknian, were taken hostage at a resort on Tanoli island by native terrorists. Our government has the resources to carry out an operation against the terrorists, however, our anti-terrorist units have had no combat experience in similar conditions and we ask that you donate your best counterterrorist units to help liberate the hostages with minimal casualties. Any contribution, however small, is well appreciated.

We hope that this is over quickly.

Harald, son of Gustav, lord of all Bonstocknians
President of the Federal Republic of Bonstock


He turned to his aide and muttered, "And how does this concern us?"

"Well," said the aide, "Among the 150 non Bonstocknians, there are two Axinonians, three Alphinonians and an Exinonian"

"Well, we can not let the citizens of our nation or our protectorates get killed. What is the current state of our special operations wing?"

"Well, I've taken the liberty to review the units of our elite special operations wing, and the 3rd Shadowtrooper squad is ready for action."

"Very well, who has the command of the third?"

"David Carlson, sir."

"Carlson's men. Are any other squads ready for deployment?"

"No"

"Ok, then the third it is. You may go now."

"Yes, sir"

McConnel walked to his computer, and sent the following message to the president of Bonstock.

To: Harald, son of Gustav, lord of all Bonstocknians President of the Federal Republic of Bonstock
From: William McConnel, President of Axinon

I would like to send in the third Shadowtrooper squadren to support your forces in your effort to free the hostages. Upon approval, my men will be deployed as soon as humanly possible.

Respectfully and Sincerely,
William McConnel

OOC: Sorry about spelling, need to get to sleep

TO: Government of Bonstock
FROM: Department of Foreign Affairs, Northern Colonies

We believe that there are 2 Northern Colonists who maybe hostages in this situation. We would require that we have contact with your government in this matter. The families of those affected are worried for their relative's safety. The War Council would be meeting tomorrow to discuss sending in troops

Yours Faithfully,
Alexander Peters
Minister for Foreign Affairs
Northern Colonies

OOC: Basically, I'm just putting my interest in this, and the fact i need to get to bed, so I will do the meeting tomorrow.

0800, Dock 17, Coasale, FedAB

The troop transport Pelagria was still loading supplies from the shipyard in the morning. The troops were waiting to go, lined up on the pier with their guns, packs, stealth gear, and anything else they might need. Palmer walked down his lines, looking over his men, but today anger clouded his vision. These bastards would pay for what they had done...and if any single one of his loved ones had been harmed, he would personally gut the terrorist leader. The last of the supplies were going on board, and Palmer stepped in front of his punchy men.

"Listen up! You'll be briefed before we get to Tanoli, but I just want to say, this is your guys's first live combat test. You're going out there to kill people who want to kill you. Do your worst to them, give them no mercy. No, get on that ship, and we'll be off to send these cowards to the grave!"

The men cheered him, then began up the boarding ramp. When all were aboard, the ramp closed, the transport moved out from the dock, and Palmer's company was underway.

To: Bonstock Goverment
From: Commissioner of The Federal Police, Federal Reoublic of Brydog

We wish send the 1st EAST to aid in the operation. They are very well train for the task.

"Oh good. The Bonstockians are in a little bit of trouble with their peoples." Spoke Roland, reading the transmissions.
"Teach them for ever triggering the war with Frozopia. That war took all we had but for this island. Poor Frozopia. Gone forever. Gods I hate those bastards."
Roland smiled. Now was time to get some payback, albeit a little. Immediatly He sent orders to his over sea's operatives of their new objectives. Frozopia had made sure of having plenty of special forces acting as normal citizens, ready armed to serve Frozopia, all across the world. It made things easier. Many of these agents still served Topal. And even with the World war raging in Topal itself, Roland still had enough malice in him to further a enemy countries problems. The men were already on their way to Bonstock.....

To: Bonstock Government
From: McKagan CODEX
Subject: Hostage Operations

McKagan is very, very used to this type of operation. In several instances almost the exact same thing happened. Because of the high amount of training all our special operators are given, we believe that we have the assets to carry our a resue operation. If you allow, we will begin moving one (1) Kilta Class Dreadnaught to the waters off this island. It is Special Operations Capable and carries a fairly large airwing. Please get back to us on your opinion of this operation. Time is important, however. The nearest Kilta is at our naval base in McKagan Occupied Frozopia, which puts it at several days away. We feel strongly that it will allow the allies to take back the island. Does Bonstock have military forces stationed on the island, or is it independent? If it's not occupied, we request that it remain so until we're on station.

[OOC: Do you have a map for this?]
[OOC2: Oh, and Topal, for this RP we're going to have the version of Frozopia that was invaded by that coalition against you. You're not getting out of it by just letting the nation get deleted.]

The sky was still dark when the third Shadowtrooper squadron boarded onto a transport jet to head to Bonstock. But the men did not care. They were too involved with preparation, recalling every relevant exercise and situation. The group was equipped with cutting-edge Axinonian technology. From the XM8's used in DMG, the Shadowtroopers had advanced to A-3 "Diablo" guns. From the head mounted 'Bateyes' used in DMG and Xharn, the Shadowtroopers were equipped with computerized multi-system anti-camouflage headsets. With sophisticated anti-ballistic material in their suits, the soldiers represented a new level in Axinonian special operations.

In a few hours they would meet with their Bonstock counterparts, as well as with forces from other countries, to free three hundred innocent people from the grips of Kalashnikov totting terrorists...

1900, Bonstock, Tanoli Island

Onyx Company, under Palmer, waited for the loading ramp to lower as they entered Dock 9 at Tanoli Island. The troops casually got off, joking with each other, swearing. Palmer stood apart from the rest. He was consumed by anger and fear. Fear that his family could be hurt, anger in the fact that he would kill those who had done this.

[Secret IC: Off Coast of Tanoli]

A Sultan Class SSN, equiped for covert, spying operations, sliced through the waters. This made up the quick reaction scout force that would move ahead of the Dreadnaught. Not only did it have a group of Naval DART's that could provide a distraction force, but it carried over 100 cruise missiles aboard.

[Secret IC: IMAF, various locations]

A KA-22 Tactical Lift Stealth Blimp sits on the runway of its hidden away base in the frozen expase of Northern Frozopia. Among the coldest places McKagan had available, this provided a perfect place to hide a squadron of IMAF's top secret vehicles.

The KA-22 was an offshoot of the KA-21. Meaning, it was smaller and more able to defend itself. Another key factor was that it could actually land during combat operations to onload/offload equipment and personnel. the larger KA-21 was only useful for dropping paratroopers from nowhere. The 22, however, was more adept to dropping in scores of DART's.

Lord Harald got in the situation room. Intelligence officers and generals came around him, greeting him with news about the attacks.

"Sir, Axinon, Northern Colonies, Amazonian Beasts, Brydog, and McKagan have pledged to aid us against the terrorists," one said.

Lord Harald nodded, and continued walking. Another came up, handing Harald a dossier. "Mr. President, the terrorists have repeated their demands, and has threatened to start killing hostages if no response is met. The press demands that you give a conference."

Lord Harald nodded again. But another one came up. "Mr. President, Topal is acting to aid the terrorists."

Harald turned, stunned, and then walked quickly into the room. "Get a plan together," he commanded to one of his generals. "Tell all nations involved to mass their counter-terrorist forces at Durabin Air Force Base. I want a small group to first go in, and conduct reconnaissence. Then, I want landings to sieze the airstrip and establish a base. After that, we shall have the main hostage-rescue strike force go in to the resort and liberate the hostages, who will be taken to the airbase and flown by C-17 transport back to Bonstock. How soon can we get that done?"

The generals and admirals stood for a second. "We will send the orders now," one of them said.

Lord Harald nodded. "Let's roll, then," he said.

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On Tanoli Island, Konwko and his men stood watch over their captives. They had all been huddled into a basement room, guarded by a few of the terrorists. More of them patrolled the hallways, while some patrolled the streets and a few siezed the new found airfields. Their numbers had grown now, to nearly a hundred and fifty men. And they had skill and determination to match.

Yone stood watch near the prisoners one night. Konkwo came up behind him, and patted his son on the shoulder. "Isn't it nice, seeing all these ocean men getting what the ancestors meant for them?"

Yone nodded. Konkwo did not see the troubled look on his face. He left. As soon as he made sure his father was gone, a teenage-looking girl came up to him.

"Yone," the pretty girl said, "What is happening."

"You are being held captive, Isabel," Yone responded solemnly, looking away. "You have violated the lands of our ancestors, and now you must pay." He motioned for her to follow him, and he led her out of the room. In native Tanoli, he said to another guard, "I am going to kill her." The guard nodded as Yone led Isabel out.

He led her into a dark cellar. "Why?" Isabel pleaded.

"My father," Yone said, almost gravely. "That is why, even though I do still love you."

"Yone," Isabel said, softly, putting her arms around him, "There is still time. You can get us out of here. Then we can go to Bonstock, and marry each other..."

"It's too late for that," said the sober and demured Yone, turning his head. "My father says they will kill hostages if Bonstock tries to rescue you."

Isabel leaned up, and kissed him, and Yone kissed her back.

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Operative Joe Smith landed with his unit at Durabin Air Force base. On the plane ride, he had just heard of his soon-to-be mission. Tanoli Island, he thought, Where the hell is that?.

He wore sunglasses that covered his eyes as his face looked cold and sinister. He took his shotgun in hand. He carried an assault rifle for inspections and long range stuff, but he liked his 12-guage shotgun better. It shot stuff up close range, where he could see the men as they died.

He went to the briefing room with his comrades. "The enemy is a group of native terrorists demanding that Bonstock leave Tanoli Island," the man said.

Natives, eh? Smith thought. Savages...

The soldiers went through their briefing. Smith absorbed every detail about it. He knew there was some guy in charge, and he wanted to be the one killing him.

Briefing went over the plan. A team of Bonstocknians had gone in before, and reported no resistance at the airfield, but contact was lost as they probed the town. They were believed to be hostages as well. Or dead. Either way, Smith, along with Bonstocknian and allied counter-terrorist forces, was to sieze the airstrip on the island before heading to rescue the hostages. It would be done by parachute assault.

The time soon came. At about midnight, the men were called out. Several cargo jets were lined up on the tarmac. A loudspeaker was blaring. "All Bonstocknian and allied troops to your transports. All Bonstocknian and allied troops to your transports."

Smith loaded his shotgun. "Showtime," he said in a soft but menacing voice.

David Carlson looked at his men. Even by supersonic transport, they had barely gotten to Bonstock in time for the mission briefing. However, his men were the best Axinon had to offer, and he knew that a little jet lag would not slow them down.

He reviewed the briefing. A massive paratrooper assault on the airfield, followed by surgical maneuvers to undermine the terrorist grip on the area and free the hostages. Almost half of his men were veterans of the 32nd airborne, which had seen action in DMG. He had no reason to worry about them. As for the other half... they had only practiced parachute assaults a million times in spec ops certification training. The only problem was that the Axinonian transport was ill suited for paratrooper operations.

After talking with members of the Bonstocknian contingent, he arranged for his men to fly in a Bonstocknian transport. They would be the third group to jump, and would be in charge of securing the west end of the airport.

When the call came down over the loudspeaker "All Bonstocknian and allied troops to your transports", his men climbed on their assigned transport, prepared to do whatever they had to in order to see the safe release of the hostages.

OOC: For the purposes of continuality, pretend this first section to this post happen when I last posted.

The War Council met in earnest. The Council, as it was called, was led by Fleet Admiral Patrick Robinson, a man with over 60 years of experience in military matters, he has been the Chief of the Northern Colonies military for over 20 years. Quickly followed were the respective Chiefs of each department; army, navy and air force. They were quick to get to the point; about the hostages.

"So... which forces do we have available to us?" asked the Admiral Robinson.

"Unfortunately," started General Willam Ronstein, the Chief of Army replied, "Many of our special ops units are on holidays. Otherwise I would've said the Freedom Force Unit, since they are train in these kinds of matters."

"So, basically your saying we have nothing we can contribute to?" The Admiral replied.

"What about Police forces, the FIB's Hostage Rescue Units?" suggested the General.

"Can't," the Admiral replied. "It’s Illegal to send police officers into combat missions overseas."

"Sigh..," the General Replied.

At that moment the Chief of Navy, Emily Jones had a bright spark.

"What about the Counter Terrorism First Response units?" Admiral Jones suggested. "They are military units, by definition. They are already back at work, and are on ready status. AND they are also trained in hostage rescues."

"That’s a good idea," the General praised.

"And the Air Force can provide C-130s for transport," Air Chief Marshall John Wicham.

"Perfect!" The Fleet Admiral replied.

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OOC: Now this section happens now.

The 2 C-130, each carrying 120 personal from the CTFR as well as the Air Force Special Operations Force landed on the runway. Once taxied, the cargo bay doors opened and the equipment was pulled out.

After reviewing the briefing notes, the commander, Major John Smith brief his men.

"Ok men," he began. "This is how we are going to do this. 1st Platoon and the AFSOF will be parachuted onto this airstrip, over here." He pointed to the location on the map before continuing. "Now, once it is secured, AFSOF will set up an ATC to co-ordinate the movement of reinforcement. Once it is set up, we will send the rest of the force to the airstrip. Then we will move into the resort itself. Now, this needs to happen quickly, or else the hostages will die. Remember, we have two of our own people in there, so don't screw up. Do you get me?!"

"We get you, sir!" They replied in unison.

"Now, let’s kick some ass."

The men broke up to prepare the equipment while 1st platoon and AFSOF loaded themselves with their personal equipment. Half an hour later, they were ready. The men were loaded onto the C-130. The pilots fired up the plane's engine. He began to taxi, and stop in a parking space, waiting to GO message.

0700, In the Skies Above Bonstock

Palmer and his troops were aboard their transports, having just took off from the airbase. Since they were an entire anti-terror company, the Amazonians had required 4 transports, one for each platoon of the company. Palmer sat quietly in the transport, the wind from outside blowing through. The men of Alpha Platoon had elected to leave the drop door open to get a flow of fresh air in so noone would get airsick. Palmer mused on the situation for a minute, then grabbed a hold of the plane and stood before his men.

"Alright! Listen up. We're assaulting an airbase as a preliminary assault to taking the terrorists head-on. This ain't training camp so be at your best today. We're hitting the South wing of the airport, with the hangers and far terminal. Expect the enemy to be dug in and ready for us. They ain't gonna be surprised by us. So use what you've learned from your entire training period and turn it to real life. Give 'em hell out there, boys. And remember: God loves the SpecForces!"

The men cheered as Palmer made his speech.

"But so much for the emotional happy speech. Now here's our gameplan. The other platoons are being briefed on what parts of the Southern section they'll be taking. We're in charge primarily of the Control Tower and Hangers A1, A2, and A4. Work in small squads and stay fairly spread out, I don't want to lose an entire squad to a single mortar round! The shooting's mostly gonna be at the beginning, expect a lot of hand-to-hand, so have your bayonets and melee weapons ready. This is gonna get guesome folks. From this point until we take that airbase you are to forget anything else except the death of your enemy and the successful capture of the airfield. Things will be a little different when we go to rescue the hostages, but right now you don't know about that. All you know is you're going to hit the airfield. Any questions?"

A resounding "No sir!" rang through the plane. Palmer was content, his men were good, they would carry out the mission to perfection. As he looked down onto the ocean they now flew over, the thought of the next phase of the mission still lurked menacingly in the back of his mind...

OOC: Tag for a possible interest via a lone-wolf operative from my government. Depends when I get up tomorrow, and what work I have to do.

To: Bonstock
From: Kurora Class Littoral Combat Ship
Subject: Quick Raid Assistance

Greetings, whoever this message is redirected to. I am Captain Robyn Dougherty of the IMN warship "Defiant." This vessel was called in to support fleet operations once we realized that our Dreadnaught wasn't going to make it on time. Our satellites have given us the necessary information to support our plan of operation, though.

By all means, we find it almost obvious that the insurgent terrorists will realize that the airport is an obvious area of assault. Futhermore, they are very likely to be dug in there and ready to hold for hours against any incursion. Because of this, we have devised another area to assault while we were en'route to the theatre.

Basically, we have a very advanced Commando Unit aboard. A 14 man team, the 17th DART Squad is very well suited to making an amphibious assault. We are aware that, should the terrorists be watching the airport, they will NOT be watching the entier coastline. We request to be allowed to infiltrate on the South Eastern side of the island around 30 minutes after you land at the airport. After you engage the targets there, try to keep the tied up. While you are doing this, we'll slip behind the "line" of troops and make a blitz on the hotel. We could also provide flank support should you become pinned down, but we don't suspect you will.

-Capt. Dougherty

On board the airplane, David Carlson addressed his men.

"Ok. This is our plan of attack. We've drawn the west end of the airport. This means we get the main building, as well as a few of the connected terminals. I've analyzed the layout of the airport, and the best option for attacking is this. We are going to land in the parking lot, nearest to the building. As this is a resort airport, the front wall is virtually all glass. If the doors are locked, we can break the glass, preferably without expending ammunition. This building is relatively large, but it has a lot of open spaces. This favors our A-2's over their Kalashnikovs. We are going to divide into ten groups of five. I expect resistance will be relatively light, but I could be very wrong. Prepare for this as if you were going to fight hordes of bloodthirsty Spigelites. Check every restroom, every terminal, every McDonalds, every "employees only" room. And keep in radio contact.

That is all men. You are Axinon's best, and I expect no less than perfection from you. Get ready."

0730, Bonstock

A Cessna Caravan in Federal Police colors heads to a nearby airbase.

This FP-1, arriving to take part in the raid., the pliot radioed.

The 8 men readied their XM117s and wait to arrive at the staging area.

0730, Bonstock

A Cessna Caravan in Federal Police colors heads to a nearby airbase.

This FP-1, arriving to take part in the raid., the pliot radioed.

The 8 men readied their M-17s and wait to arrive at the staging area.

0830, Tanoli Island - H-Hour

The C-130s burst through the low-hanging stratus clouds into shots of anti-air fire, catching the pilots off guard.

"Where the hell did they get that from, Captain?"
"I don't have a clue, Schmitty...but let's not worry about that till we're on the ground. I think there's several flak units that the terrorists hijacked. Call Check!"
"15 ready!...14 ready!...13 ready!........1 ready!"
"Alright, wiat for the green light, then we go!"

In the cabin, the pilot and co-pilot were being hard-pressed to avoid the AA guns.

"Let 'em go, for God's sake! Let them go before we get cut down!"
"We can't, we're going to fa-ugh..."

The co-pilot slumped over his console, hit by a shell.

"Oh no! Oh God...oh God..."

The pilot flicked the light to go, flashing green by the waiting troops.

"That's our signal boys! Let's go!"

The soldiers began to file down the plane, the first trooper jumping out feet-first and activating his parachute. The others quickly followed suit, with Palmer jumping last. Below him he saw the four hijacked AA guns still pounding away. Where did these rebels learn how to use technology like that? he wondered to himself, but quickly found the ground coming up before him. Palmer hit the dirt, shedded his chute, grabbed his gun, and gathered his platoon. He sent out B and C squads to take out initial objectives, then led his own forces towards the control tower. Dashing low, the soldiers of A squad, Alpha platoon dodged bullets singing past them, sent by errant shots from rebel guerillas. Ducking behind a piece of debris, Palmer leveled his assault rifle and fired a three-round burst into the stomach of a guerilla, laying him dead. Palmer felt the joy of killing the first of what he hoped would be many of the savages. The squad approached the tower's south door, crouching behind the wall.

"Denley, kick that door open."
"I'm on it!"

Private Denley jumped up and got to the door. As he kicked it down, he was met by a hail of bullets, flying into his chest and instantly killing the big man. Palmer's soldiers were too well trained to take grief by the loss, they merely pitched a frag grenade in and proceeded through the door, downing any guerillas left in the first room. Palmer looked around to ensure that the room was clear, pitched another grenade into a communication control room, and dashed in, spraying fire. He met small resistance and took a bullet to the right shoulder. This was hardly a nuisance for the battle-trained and anger-hardened Palmer; he merely knifed his shooter between the ribs, then grabbed the man and broke his neck. Things were proceeding well at stage one of the operation.

OOC:We need a
*bump*
before this falls off the list...

ooc: sorry i've been gone

ic:

Lord Harald looked at the situation map. May came and sat beside him. "Sir," she said, "We've lost contact with an advance recon unit that went to Tanoli Island. About two hours ago, a team of divers landed, and confirmed no hostile forces at the airport. After attempting to find resistance in the town, however, they stopped reporting."

"How numerous is this enemy of ours?"

"Intel says no more then twenty, but I have a bad feeling it's more. Also, however, McKagan has a naval ship right off the coast, which should provide an amphibious raid right after the paradrops."

"Tell them to send in their troops right afterwords to help secure the airfield."

"Shall we proceed?"

Harald thought for a moment. He frowned for a moment as if he had just swallowed a bad tasting pill. "Proceed with the operations," he said.

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The Bonstocknian C-17s, loaded a company of Bonstocknian paratroopers to accompany the Alpha Unit operatives, and the Axinon contingent. C-130s from Amazonian Beasts and Northern Colonies, along with the Brydog Cessna, flew alongside them, towards Tanoli Island.

Most of the operatives, including Captain Haldman, were playing cards or making jokes with friends. Smith was busy looking at his dossier. They really think it's that few? he thought.

Suddenly, the sound of an explosion rang out. The plane rocked a bit. The loadmaster put the lights on. "All troopers be ready for drop," he said.

More explosions. Someone had some light flak on the ground, and perhaps going in low wasn't the best idea.

The pilots looked at their controls. Another explosion, this one rocking the plane violently. "Delta one to base," the pilot murmered, "We have a direct hit on our far starboard engine, leaking fuel. Will need to return to base."

"Negative," was the reply. "Deploy your troops on the right drop zone."

The back door opened. A few more seconds, and more shells. Then the green light. Soldiers jumped out of the door, opening their parachutes to land. Smith grabbed his shotgun, and went out.

Smith looked below. The Tanolis had taken two 40mm flak guns, and were ringing the airport. Obviously someone in the intelligence department had screwed up.

Smith landed with a thud into a clearing right near the airport. Quickly severing his parachute and grabbing his equipment, he followed the other Alpha Unit soldiers under Captain Haldman, marching through the thick jungle towards the airfield.

Captain Haldman led the group, but suddenly he stopped. Smith, a few paces to the right, saw through his night vision goggles Haldman talking to someone. "Hey," Haldman said to the figure in the distance, which looked like that of a young woman.

Suddenly the figure raised a pistol, and shot Haldman in the forehead. Without thinking, Smith levelled his shotgun and sent a 12-gauge slug right through her. Suddenly a whole ambush broke out; machine guns and sniper bullets were flying everywhere. Haldman was already dead.

Smith looked around. Four men with Kalashnikovs jumped out of the bushes. A quick buckshot sent them all down. Smith ducked down. He figured the best thing to do was try to survive for now.

Some poor, brave bastard got a SAW machine gun and started spraying the jungle. The ambushers withdrew, but the gunner was shot by a sniper and killed instantly. Even so, the road to the airfield was open. It was a very short road, though.

The airstrip was paved, but short, and from across it Smith and his men could see the tower, a few small hangers, and a small passenger terminal. The AA guns were by the tower, along with Tanoli mortar and machine gun positions. Snipers had taken cover in all the buildings. All were firing on the men.

"Get down!" Smith commanded to a group of paratroopers. The paratroops, most of them eager and tough young volunteers, were getting some of their first tastes of combat. Most looked like they would rather crawl into a hole and wait it out. Unfortunately, the buildings needed to be cleared.

Smith looked to a machine gunner. "Take cover in those bushes, and lay down suppressive fire!" he ordered.

The machine gunner did as ordered, laying down. The bullets grazed all around. Smith crouched down, and grabbed a radio from the back of a dead soldier. "We're pinned down and taking heavy fire," he said surprisingly calmly. "We need reinforcements to attack their rear."

A message was soon sent to the McKagan commandos, asking them to storm the airfield from the other side.

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Konkwo looked at the group of hostages in the basement, with guards and his son standing beside them. A runner came up. "Great Chief," he said, "Bonstocknians warriors have arrived at the airstrip."

Konkwo looked at the prisoners. "They shall pay for their insolence," he said. "We will kill one prisoner each hour before they leave. We'll start right now." His eyes gleamed with an evil look. "How about that one over there," he said, pointing to Isabel.

"No!" cried Yone.

"What, my son," Konkwo retorted, "Have you grown soft? Do you not know that these were the ones invaded the land of our ancestors, and destroyed their traditions? Or is it that you like this one?"

Yone stood back, unable to speak. Isabel looked up at him, then looked down. "Kill her," Konkwo said to a guard.

The guard took his pistol and fired a shot into the back of Isabel's head. Yone, enraged, stormed out of the room.

0855, Tanoli Island

Palmer and his crew stormed up the staircase into the control flight room. Seven guerillas were waiting, throwing a grenade at the commandos. Palmer hucked the poorly-timed grenade out the window, then pounded the thrower with an SMG burst. To his right, private Carter butted down a rebel with his rifle butt and fired into another rebel behind him. The last rebel, foolishly trying to surrender, met his death by four bullets callously shot by Palmer. Private Buckley picked up a machine gun in the room and knocked out the window of the tower.

"Buckley, set up that machine gun and aim towards the hangers!"
"Right away, sir!"

Buckley loaded in a magazine and proceeded to pump out fire at the rebels, forcing them flat and killing any not fast enough to react. Palmer, Carter, and Corporal Neyo took positions at the window, firing at whatever was wearing guerilla camo and was moving. He watched B and C squads advance on the two AA guns, dispatching their operators and setting charges. With fiery explosions, both guns went up in flames. Well that's it for the South guns thought Palmer. Now for the rest of the base.

Off the coast of Tanoli Island, the small Kurora Class Corvette sat undisturbed. It wasn't moving at all. For all intents and purposes, it was invisable.

"Captain, the Bonstockians have approved our missions." The poor ensign who had been stuck on the nightshift said to Captain Dougherty, who happened to love the nightshift. At this time the Captain was sipping on some sort of Energy/Soft Drink, as if it were some fine wine or something.

"There's a slight problem though. They told us to assist in attacking the airport." The DART Operations Officer on the side of the bridge at his own, 100% computerized work station, began to speak. "Our DART's are going to be more effective in a quick raid straight inland against the enemy forces at the hotel. I don't care what the Bonstockians want, they'll win at the airport anyway. They're probably just trying to beat us there and take the prize, I think."

Dougherty began to respond.

"Yeah, that makes sense."

She obviously didn't feel like actually working tonight.

"If you have no objections, I'm preparing to launch our assault."

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Thirty minutes later the group of 14 DART's had boarded the LSAS. The LSAS was a complex design. It was supposed to assist in armed amphibious missions, but since its completion had been involved with more DART raids than anything. Its low design also made it stealthy, and it could be hidden offshore easily. With multiple weapons, it was a very, very good weapon for this sort of operation.

After a short ride to shoreline, the boat dropped off the 14 Hali-42 Armed Commandos all hopped off the lift and began their approach to shore.

The charge was under the command of Lieutenant Driver, a highly decorated officer who had originally been an IMA sniper. He had been assigned to CODEX after the conflict in Torontia started, and had provided information to them and weapons to the TPLA. He was scheduled for a promotion sometime in the near future, and looked to use this small brushfire conflict as another chance to improve his record.

The big advantage this operation had over Torontia was that his current assignment allowed him to use the McKagan Militarys full equipment. Meaning, he didn't have to worry about someone seeing him with a Mila-21 and linking it back to the McKagan government. Because of that, he had armed himself with several Avalt Security International products, including the new SRT-02 Battlesuit.

After the men worked their way to shore they all slowly moved upon the beaches and worked into the grass just inland: doing all that they could to stay off the beach and avoid detection. Here, they began their advance. Heading towards the hotel, and not the requested airfield, they hoped that their thermal imaging would give them the heads up before any possible enemy saw them.

[OOC: Bonstock, did you give Amazonian Beasts permission to godmod the battle with the terrorists?]

OOC: im gonna do my landing post later.

[OOC: Bonstock, did you give Amazonian Beasts permission to godmod the battle with the terrorists?]

Hello? I didn't completely godmod them, only with the two AA guns, nothing more. Not like they have heat-seeking laser-guided missiles...
Anyway, I didn't think anybody was playing as the terrorists. Correct me if I'm mistaken.

[OOC: Do you have a map for this?]
[OOC2: Oh, and Topal, for this RP we're going to have the version of Frozopia that was invaded by that coalition against you. You're not getting out of it by just letting the nation get deleted.]

OOC: cool Ive decided Topal is a distant colony of Frozopia you never took? Is that ok? Frozopia is occupied. How far is Tanoli island from mainland bonstock? Can I RP my special forces arriving from mainland Bonstock (They reach bonstock through commercial airlines and pick up equipment there) on a small stealth boat?

OOC: cool Ive decided Topal is a distant colony of Frozopia

[OOC: Yeah, that works great. You can say that it like declared independence once Frozopia fell.]

Anyway, I didn't think anybody was playing as the terrorists. Correct me if I'm mistaken.

[OOC: I'm not sure either, but I thought that Bonstock was RP'ing them.]

OOC: Yeh but its ruled by old Raulph posing as Roland. But you dont know that. Haha long live the Frozopian royal family!

[OOC: I'm not sure either, but I thought that Bonstock was RP'ing them.]
Oh...oops. I'll change it from here out then.

OCC: Think i could join?

ooc: yeah, AB, that was a bit of godmod there, I think the terrorists are a bit better then that. They aren't used to their AK's, but most are proud warriors who have spent their entire lives fighting inter-village wars (even if with spears and machetes), so I don't think they'd particularly surrender so quickly.

But no real harm done I guess... here comes a curveball, let's see how you get out of it.

Topal, go ahead, Tanoli Island is about a thousand or so miles from Bonstock proper... bet on a few Coast Guard inspections but those guys can be bribed.

ic:

Smith kept his face in the ground, lying in wait. He looked at the airfield ahead, seeing Amazonian soldiers running ahead towards the buildings. One group had just made it into one of the buildings. Suddenly, a massive explosion split the night; the Tanolis had purposefully evacuated the building, and blew it up with TNT charges hidden on the sides. Tanoli machine gunners gave a rousing fight back to any survivors of the blast.

A mortar round landed nearby, killing a Bonstocknian sniper. Smith took the sniper rifle from the dead man's hands, and aimed from the bushes. He saw Tanoli anti-aircraft gunners around their gun. Taking as few shots as possible, he shot at the crew, picking them off one by one, then getting up and running back. Machine gun and mortar fire quickly destroyed his sniper hideout.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before Smith. Smith knocked it to the ground and grabbed a knife out of his pocket. Holding the figure to the ground, he held the knife to it's throat. Smith could recognize the features in the night; this man was Tanoli. "What is your name?" he demanded in Tanoli.

"I am Yone, the son of Konkwo," the figure's voice said. "I would like to help you."

"Where are the hostages?" Smith retorted.

"I will lead you to them," Yone said.

Smith looked at Yone for a moment, holding the knife to Yone's neck. Yone's pale, youthful face could be seen in the moonlight, below the cold glare of Smith's black sunglasses. Smith motioned to some other Alpha Unit soldiers, and let go of Yone. Taking his shotgun and aiming it at Yone's back, Smith commanded, "Lead us to the hostages, and we will reward you with your life," Smith said coldly. The half a dozen Alpha Unit operatives kept a good watch, their weapons ready.

Yone looked towards the town. "Follow me, as dawn will soon be upon us," he said.

OOC: I apologize if it's a little too late to jump in, but I was just wondering if anyone was portraying the hostages and hostage situation (non rescue POV). If no one is, I was wondering if anyone would mind if I wrote a couple of posts outlining the hostage situation and whatnot, although I'm going to have to ask Bonstock for permission to RP the terrorists guarding the hostages.

The C-130 had been flying for half an hour. It passengers, 60 people were ready to parajump. As they where the last team to jump, they knew of the impending danger of the AA guns. Unfortunately, they found out when they we in the air, and they were unable to move their jump point.

"30 SECONDS!" Lieutenant George Smith Shouted.

"30 SECONDS!" Came the reply.

"On your tippytoes!"

The paratroopers went on their tippytoes.

"GO GO GO!"

The airman behind the Lieutenant presseda buttton. A loud buzz rang out and the red light switched to green.

The men moved in pairs off the C-130. Soon, the plane of empty, and only the airmen was in the aircraft.

Suddenly, a rumble was felt on the plane, proceeded with a large explosion. The C-130 had been hit with the AA guns. The wing snapped from the main body of the aircraft. Inside, inside the airmen fell out of the plane....

After learning of the terrorist ways of fighting, the EAST was called off. Instead, a 15 man element of the 2nd Republic Guard Airborne Regiment was send to the area. Their C-27B enters the area near the airport, AA fire fills the sky. Then the green light flashes and the men exit the aircraft. The C-27B takes a hit and crash lands on a runway. The terrorists near the aircraft and are greeted with 6.87mm rounds from the pliots. The men land and some put on their famous black caps and they head to the downed aircraft.

"This place looks okay but, I wonder what the hotel looks like." says Sgt. Fuller

"Shot up and full of dead bodies if we don't get there in time" says Lt. Fargerate, the unit CO.

The small boat advanced from the Bonstockian mainland. From the outside It looked like some sort of fishing boat, except maybe for its speed. It was travelling way to fast to be some local fishing ship.

Inside 30 men sat around a large table, each discussing the operation in front of them. All of them had taken part in Frozopia and Topal's various assignments: Assasinations, reconanse work, fighting rebels, everything. They were elite.
With them was enough armoury to supply a small war. Weapons for both these tribal natives, but primarily for themselves. Traps to be laid inside and outside the hotel. The men were the best, and had already passed the first part of the journey by bribing the coast guard. Within an hour they would reach the island and hurry ashore.

Their first move would be to locate and destroy the Bonstockian base of operations for their hostage situation. They would then contact the tribal warriors and offer assistance by helping them secure the area.

Very soon Frozopia's revenge would begin to be put in play....

OOC: Sorry, then, Bonstock, my apologies. I was kinda basing the terrorists off of the idiots in Iraq...

IC:
Palmer and his squad hit the ground, the roiling shockwave burning above them. Amazonian men caught in the blast only had time to scream before they were incinerated. Those who hadn't been killed immediately were quickly shot by the advancing, motivated terrorists. It wasn't a fight, it was slaughter.
Palmer made a mental calculation of the dead. Roughly two platoons, or half of what they had started with, were left. Damn these guys are better than I thought! he considered.

"Men, fall back!" he called to his squad.

Terrorists came at them quickly now, popping off rounds at the Amazonian forces. They were no mere terrorists, but trained and deadly soldiers. The special forces crews kept them off as long as possible, than took cover as mortar and machine gun rounds peppered the Amazonian positions.

It was starting to rain on the beach, just the kind of miserable weather that Lieutenant Driver had to deal with in Torontia.

"Sir!" A communications specialist from the rear came to Drivers' side, where he was laying in the mud and scouting over a hill before allowing the DART's to advance upon the next NavPoint, still a long distance from the Hotel. The DART's were making good time, considering they were in unknown territory and it was raining like Kurora, they all just held the prayer that they wouldn't be shot at until getting to the hotel. Regardless of he situation, the communications man started to talk.

"The ship just sent me an email. The terrorists on the airstrip are really owning whoever the fuck it was that dropped in over there."

Driver put his Mila-7 Tactical Sniper Rifle down on it's tripod and looked at the man. "Well, I guess that helps me make up my mind. I was actually considering moving us that way so we could flank in, but that looks like it's turning into a fucking killzone. We're going after the hotel, got that?"

The DART's all gave the affirmative.

Slowly, they prepared to make yet another move towards the hotel.

OOC: Sorry that I have been off for a while. Exams.

IC: As the Axinonians watched the battle between the Amazonians and terrorists from above, Carlson continually renewed his plans.

The terrorists seem to be concentrated in the airfields. If we come at them out of the woods, it would be a nasty surprise for them. But we need a clearing...

After scanning for a while, he saw it. About the size of three A-Football fields, it would be a hard place for 50 people to parachute into. But it would spare the old, unreliable transport from the heavy anti-aircraft fire that was saturating the sky over the base.

"Ok, men, were going to drop into that clearing over their. Ready..... NOW!"

Two at a time, the Axinonain Shadowtroopers dropped out of the plane. The wood was unguarded, and the fifty men all touched down safely. After re-organizing, the group slowly advanced to the airfield. As Carlson advanced to the airfield, he whispered into his transmitter "Amazon Leader, Bonstock Leader, this is Axinon Leader. What are your positions? We are just west of the Airport, in the woods."

Beeping sounds were in the cockpit as the two pilots, Flight Officer Jack Mickson and Pilot Officer Ken Adams, stuggled to regan control of their aircraft. Lights were flashing as the plane went down, down and down. Pilot Officer Ken Adams radioed command.

"MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY!" He began. "Papa 1 has been hit. I repeat, Papa 1 has been hit. We have lost our right wing we need to land on the airfield. Requesting men to cover our landing."

As they went under the clouds, they could see the flashes of light, indicating gunfire. They intended to use the gunfire to help find the runway. They were flying too fast, but hope desperately, that the runway was long enough to take them.

______________________
Meanwhile, in Central Command.

Radio's were going all over the place as the Major realised the serverity of the matter.

"Signaller, get me contact with the Bonstockian forces," the Major cried.

"Yes, sir!" The signaller replied,

He give the microphone to the Major, who then began to say

"Axinon units, this is Northern Colonies Command, do you read," he started. "We have a downed plane, and we need you to cover the plane after it land."

OOC: Can I have some info on your base for this operation bonstock?

Palmer ducked his head as a mortar round exploded in front of him. The guerillas were persistent if nothing us. The Amazonians, aftre the initial shock, had recovered nicely and were behind cover, striking at the rebels with coordinated attacks. Palmer heard the incoming transmission from both the incoming plane and the Axinon leader and decided to answer the Axinon first.

"Axinon leader, this is Amazonian leader, we're pinned down by a numerically superior rebel force on the south side of the airport near the tower, any aid would be helpful."

Palmer patched off and returned the plane call.

"Papa 1, this is the Amazonian leader, aim a little towards the right side of the airfield, you may take some rebels with you and we'll have an easier time covering the release of your men. Over."

The runway was in sight. After being hit and struggling to retain control of the aircraft, the runway was a sign of relief. But they had to get there first. Looking at the Air Spped Indicator, they realised they were going to fast. The pilots prayed to God that the runway was long enough.

The plane moved close and closer before it hit the land. The plane leaned onto one side, the result of the centre of gravity shifting because of the missing wind. The pilots applied all the brake systems was the plane skidded off the runway. Pilot Officer Ken Adams banged his head on the controls, and feel unconsious. Things were looking back, went suddenly the plane stopped. They had made it to the ground.

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In the air

Images were flashing through the airmen's head as he was heading down and down. Times when he punched someone in the head. Times where he was graduating from Boot Camp to the time his was caught with porn in his room by his parent. 'Ah.. the good times,' he thought, as he shut his eyes and prepared for the thump that would mark his death.

________________________________________
Meanwhile...

Lieutenant George Smith, with the rest of his squad saw the airman falling.

"Everyone, deploy your parachutes, he's a dead man."

Around 200 metres on top of him, Sergeant Tam Nguyen sighted the man. He was an acquantance with the man, having talking to the man whilst in the Air Base. When time came to open his parachute, he didn't. Instead he went into a dive positon, intend to catch the man.

"Sergeant!" George shouted. "What the fuck are you doing?! Deploy your parachute!"

He didn't answer. He concentrated on just making the target. Closer and closer he went until finally he saw the fallen man. He tried grabbing him, but he was only just too far. Just then, a gust of wind icked up, propelling him just far enough to catch the airmen.

"Mick, are you ok?" He asked..

[OOC: I'll do the rest later]

It was only when the Axinonians reached the edge of the woods that the situation became clear. The terrorists had fortified their positions, and were engaged in an intense firefight with their Amazonian Beast allies. More troopers were dropping in from above. And a huge transport was attempting a crash landing.

"Ok, men" Carlson began, "I want five of you to rescue any people on that plane once it comes down. Do not let the terrorists stop you, I want all survivors returned to the clearing, where we will set up a makeshift heliport. Dannigan, Narls, Creshem, Danielson, Diamond, Rodgers, Johnson and Raymer, I want you to preform sniper duty. Spread out and take out the enemy with head shots. The hilly terrain should provide good vantage points. The rest of you guys, spread out. We will flank the enemy when our snipers are in position.

ooc: i've been busy lately, prolly get back by the weekend with a long post...

[OOC: Bonstock, just remember to respond to my small little team moving against the hotel, that have so far been undisrupted. Hey, would the rebels have any sort of AA?]

ooc: Geronia, feel free to RP some of the hostage takers...

here's a map of Tanoli Island, for those who were wondering:

http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e158/rocketbug7/Tanoliisland.jpg

ic: The Tanoli tribesmen continued to put up a good fight against the incoming Bonstocknian and Allied troops, but these were tribal warriors facing a well-trained, disciplined, and professional enemy. A few of the Tanolis threw themselves at the oncoming troops, their Kalasnikovs blazing, but many of them began to drift away, towards the hotel. Dozens of dead bodies lined the airstrip.

Bonstocknian troops, seeing the enemy leaving, began entering buildings and siezed the anti-aircraft guns. C-130s were on the way, with reinforcements and trucks for follow on operations....

[OOC: Just to point out, the DART's would have landed on the southern side of the island, probably just past the little island down there. They've been moving for a long time now, so they'd be at the hotel before any of the rebels from the airstrip could get back there.]

OOC: I think I will remove myself from this RP, got too many RP's at the moment.

OOC: I'll post something later

bump... lengthy post coming soon

ooc: is this dead?

ic:

Konkwo looked out the balcony of the hotel. A guard came up. "Yone is missing," the guard said. Konkwo growled.

Outside, the bushes rustled. Yone turned to Smith. "This way," he said. Yone led the group of Bonstocknians through thick bushes. A few minutes later, they emerged. In front of them was the hotel. They were right in front of a side door, guarded by two Tanoli tribesmen.

Smith took out a grenade, and pulled the pin, and threw it into a nearby street. The guards were stunned, and ran off.

"Go, go, go!" Smith whispered. The Bonstocknians quickly entered through the door.

Smith whispered to Yone. "Where are the hostages?"

"This way, down in the basement."

Smith turned to one of his men. "Radio HQ, tell them we're in, and tell them to send a relief force."

Yone led the Bonstocknians down a flight of stairs. A gleaming soda machine was the only light, the waves outside the only sound. "In that door, Yone whispered, pointing.

Smith could see a single Tanoli guarding the door. He took out his knife. Aiming well, he threw it at the man's throat. His aim was perfect. Yone became horrified as the Tanoli man's blood poured around. He motioned off, but was restrained by two Bonstocknians. Smith fetched his knife, and looked at Yone. "Boy, if you want to live, you'll cooperate with us," he growled. He waved his knife, still wet with blood, as a warning. "Now," he continued, "Where is Konkwo?"

"I don't know!" Yone gasped loudly.

"Quiet boy!" Smith said. "Now tell me quietly."

Yone's face was striken with sheer terror, completely white. He was utterly speechless. Suddenly, outside, rotorblades could be heard beating. Shots rang out.

"Knock down that door!" Smith yelled. Two Bonstocknians complied. Hostages inside were startled.

"We are members of the Bonstocknian military," one of the soldiers said. "We're here to rescue you. You're gonna be allright."

Gunfire rocked the building. Smith slapped Yone. "Up, boy!" he screamed. "Get me to Konkwo or else."

Shaking and startled, Yone got up. He walked slowly upstairs. Smith prodded him with his shotgun.

Meanwhile, Konkwo looked up from under his desk, where he had taken shelter. He could see the rays of the rising sun coming into the room. A machine gun was mounted on the balcony looking out. A Tanoli man was firing from it at Bonstocknians and allies below. A sniper quickly took him out. Konkwo got up, and ran to take the machine gun. He fired, ripping through the Bonstocknians and allies below. The hapless soldiers took cover from the intense fire. Konkwo stopped. "You are all damned foreign bastards!" he said. "You think you can kill me? I am Konkwo, leader of the seven villages of the Tanoli tribe! These are our lands! Fuck you all!" He fired another burst.

Outside the room, Yone walked with Smith. "In here," Yone said, unlocking the door.

"Tie him up," Smith told another soldier. Then he took his shotgun in hand, and calmly crept into the room.

Konkwo kept firing. Bonstocknian soldiers fired back, but they couldn't aim under Konkwo's violent and accurate machine gun fire. "Fuck you cowardly foreigners! You steal our lands and rape our women!

Smith got up behind, aiming his shotgun right at Konkwo's back. The Bonstocknian soldiers saw him creep towards Konkwo. They stopped firing. "You will all go to hell!" Konkwo continued. "You can't destroy my people! You can't destroy me! You can't destroy me! You can't..."

Smith pulled back his trigger, sending a twelve-guage slug right through Konkwo's abdomen. The sound rang for miles. Konkwo's body was ripped in half, and fell from the balcony. Smith calmly walked away, his black sunglasses gleaming in the morning sun.

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Lord Harald, at his residence, was handed the after-action report from the operation. All of the surviving hostages were flown out by helicopter. Dozens of Tanolis, after the death of Konkwo, surrendered. Most did not survive the surrender process. Soldiers mopping up the area reported a teenage Tanoli boy who bore an uncanny resemblence to Konkwo was found hanging from a jungle tree nearby, in what looked like a suicide. It was later determined that he was Konkwo's son, Yone. Most of the adult Tanoli male population had been killed in battle, leaving only women and children behind. With no one to provide for them, the women and children would be forced to take jobs in the Bonstocknian-run tourism and plantation industries. Lord Harald looked with a degree of satisfaction at the results. The hostages had been saved, and Tanoli Island was back in Bonstocknian hands.

ooc: I guess I'll just do a post from the Axinonian point of view since this is all over now

Carlson and his men, along with the Bonstockian and Amazonian forces had fought their way to the hotel where the hostages were held. At that exact time, a radio transmitter in his ear crackled to life. "Attention all Bonstockian and allied troops, this is Headquarters. Some of our men have infiltrated the base. Engage the enemy outside the base while our men rescue the hostages."

Carlson smiled grimly. "Ok, men. This is it. Dannigan, Narls, Creshem, Danielson, Diamond, Rodgers, Johnson and Raymer, spread out. Post yourselves on the roofs of nearby buildings. You will be our snipers. The rest of you, follow me. If fate smiles upon us, this could be the end of this short campaign."

With those orders, the remaining Axinonians charged the building. On their left were the Bonstockian main force and the Amazonian force. At first the battle was going well. But one good shot by John Rodgers changed all that. Rodgers, firing from a nearby casino, took out the native manning the machine gun on the roof. Then all hell broke loose. A man, apparently the leader of the terrorists took the gun from his dead subordinate and let out a hailstorm of fire in his direction. He barely ducked behind a metal desk in time. From his safe position, he saw the gun now trained on the troops charging the building below. Normally the soldiers would have shredded that one man, but the strange design of the hotel and the maniacal fury of the native foiled attempts to kill him. Soldiers were running and dying in the streets; a few took shelter behind parked cars, others benches, still others ran behind buildings. But just when hope had faded, Rodgers saw a tall, muscular Bonstockian sneak up behind the gunner. One blast from a shotgun, and it was all over. The leader of the terrorists was laying on the street in two pieces.

Two hours later, the Axinonians were boarding their transport home. All of the Axinonian hostages were miraculously unharmed, and 41 of the original 50 soldiers survived. And Carlson's first mission as commander of a special operations squad was a success. He could not suppress a smile as he imagined stealing the spotlight back from his friend Larvonic, getting his own fifteen minutes of fame. It was a storybook ending to a trying campaign.

OOC: Ill do an aftermath (as an article)

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NCN - Operation Saviour was a success today as the hostage are today returned to Bonstockian hands. The only Northern Colonist hostage was tonight on his way home from Bonstock. No Northern Colonist was killed during the raid, although a C-130 was shot down during the operations.

In other news, Sergeant Tam Nguyen of the 1st CTFR Regiment, has been award ed the Distingushed Service Cross, after risking his life to save the life of Flight Sergeant Mick Cross, who had been blown off the C-130.