NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: there cornered in a reinforce villa

OOC: there cornered in a reinforce villa

OCC: ok. i will reRp the attack.

OOC: ok go ahead

OCC: done reRPing.

OOC: careful his men are useing children as human shields

((OOC: Hey, since Pythogria's gone, will one of you fill in where he was after the explosion and my man being wounded?))

Frond heard some metal clattering against the hard floor of the room and turned to see the source of this sound. He immediately noticed the gas grenade and ordered his men to cover their mouths and noses. They hadn’t been supplied with gas masks, but they knew they couldn’t come out. They’d had to rough it out, hoping for the best. They had been trained in this two. It seemed as if their extensive two year training covered everything. And truly, for the most part it did. But avoiding the effects of the gas was impossible, they only been trained to handle the pain.

As the gas slowly filled the room, the men started to cough and their eyes watered. The grenade was too hot to throw out, so they had to bear through it all. Frond was having a hard time trying to deaden the pain. His lungs burned even while breathing through his heavy clothing and body armor. He looked around the room with his tear swelled eyes and saw all his men sitting, waiting for their orders. He put his hands on the floor and pushed himself up. While doing so, he’d gotten something on his hand. He looked down to see a small reservoir of blood on the floor near him. He looked at the man that had been shot. He laid there motionless and inanimate. This was no matter to Frond though, he had to think of a way to live through this ordeal.

As he started to ponder, a thunderous clamor broke his train of thought. They were trying to batter their way into the villa. He had to get his men up and shoot the invaders, but his sight was nearly gone as his eyes swelled up slightly and his eyes welled. He deeply rubbed his eyes, trying to get the fluids filling his eye to leave. He only progressed a little bit, but he knew it’d have to do. He ordered his radio man to tell the other unit to slip in with their enemy uniforms. It was hard work even talking with the inside of his mouth and his lungs stinging. Meanwhile, his discomforted men got ready to defend the villa.

On the 3rd hit the door was knocked of its hinges and landed with a thunk. the 24 men charged in and saw gas coming from the top floors. they ran up stairs after putting on gas masks. they found the source of the gas and knocked that door ina nd threw in 6 grenades and stood back.

OOC: ya ill take his place on the line

ZAFT forces made a sweeping move, Troops moved to encircle the town shooting all enemy troops

((OOC: Hey guys, I'm finally back on. My computer quit working. We just got it fixed, so now I'm back on. However I don't think this RP is going the way I thought it would. I thought it would all be actual RPing and fun...but it seems it's all just trying to get past the massive godmoding that occurs which Spit break does constantly, and typing full pages of stuff while everyone else makes one liners. So I'll just give Fregal up, and hopefully I can get into a good RP next time. And remember the point of RPing is to Role Play. And not to state tactical plans in no depth once so ever. That's all I have to say, so here'll be my last post in this topic. sorry if I souned harsh But all I said was true.))

Fregal was sickly looking. He hadn't eaten in a week as he watched his country fall apart and his army being demolished from outside and within. His small smoked filled room with the cracking wallpaper was his constant home. He was tired of it all. He'd thought power was easy. He'd thought that the whole world domination thing was his sort of gig. But as it turned out. It wasn't. As his head throbbed from anxiety and pressure. Someone knocked at his door. He lazily lifted up his throbbing head as the man entered. Now Fregal was already in a bad mood, and this guy had brought him no good news since the war'd started. But even with this, he looked at the man with his pale weak face hoping that an inkling of good news had been brought to him.

It had seemed the man had talked for hours when he was beginning to leave the small, stuffy room. And even though it was only minutes, Fregal had felt as if he aged a couple of years after the conversation. Because as he had expected, absolutely nothing great had come out of his mouth. The young Nimov had felt continually distant from his world. He knew he needed medical help, and more of all, intensive psychiatric help also. He was a weak man and he had to call a cease fire and surrender. It was the only option he could go with. So, with this in mind, he called back in the bearer of bad news and gave the command.

In town #3

Frond's Unit

Frond could not believe it. His men had just been ordered to surrender. But now was no time. He had to fight or die. grenades had already been unloaded on them and he had to get out of there. With his eyes burning still, he looked through his IR goggle to see where the intruders had come from. He charged in that direction, rucshing though the door quickly. In the process, he also made his last offensive. He armed his small amount of strapped C4 that was on all V9 corps men. All would rather die than be captured or surrendered, so all were armed with these small explosives. And while it wasn't much, it was well enough to kill all the enemies he was now surrounded by.

Then a few of his men followed him through the door., carbon copying his procedure. Then an explosion followed. It was the grenades that had been discharged into the room moments before. Almost all of Frond's unit had been killed in action now. Which to them was perfectly fine. It was the way to go. But now only 3 remained, surrounded by unknowing enemies that they were all time bombs. It would only be a few moments before they were detonated. The V9 men, surrounded, gave up their weapons and laid down with their hands above their heads before any orders were ever given. From their own attacks they knew the procedure well, but had never done it before. It seemed alien, but knew that they weren't surrendering, which was their only consolance.


Unit #2

Most of them had slipped into the unknowing Spit break men during the fire fight wiht Frond's men before the surrender was ordered. But like Frond they weren't going to surrender and had no intention to. They all armed their C4 which for them was located by the chin of the heavy Spit break helmets, which could easily have passed off as only adjusting their hot helmets. Now all they could do was wait. It didn't even matter any more if they were discovered. The damage was done and there was no going back. These were suicide detonators. Once armed, they will remain armed. They looked up at the villa now with black smoke from the grenade's combined explosions and white gas from the gas grenades earlier. They knew that Frond's unit had done the same, and now the war was over, but they'd fought right to the end like a true V9 man.

((OOC: That's it guys. I'm not going to RP the explosions, you guys do that, and please no God moding on that either. Just because I'm not here, you should still have enough honor to do that. And now I'm gone. Adios.))

OOC: please enlighten me on these "massive god mods"