NationStates Jolt Archive

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Map Key:
Blue - Ocean
Tan - Beach
Green - Grass
Dark Green - Trees, heavy undergrowth
Black - Buildings
Island is 4 KM^2

IC:
Blue Sea is the name of an operation that caused the deaths of 231 Irish servicemen and women. The soldiers were on a mission to uproot and destroy a chain of bases in the South Pacific. This operation started in response to their involvement in the Irish/Toopoxican War.
This is the chronicle of a single skirmish in this little known SpecWar.



The VTOLT-1 bucked as a wind shear hit it, but managed to steady its course. The pilot yelled to the men in its hold: "ETA, 4 Minutes!"

Captain Jack Murphy sighed and turned to his soldiers. "Alright, soldiers, lock and load! There are reports of a Merc base on this island, we're moving in to take it out! Be ready for anything, these bastards are crafty!"

The VTOLT landed on the northern point of the island, and the soldiers disembarked and arrayed in the wooded area nearby. They waited for any sign of an enemy.

(OOC: When my Puppet gets enough population, I'm actually opening up a Mercenary Corporation)

The Wanderjarian Mercenaries had made the atoll one of their primary operations bases for the region, as it sat strategically in the middle of the North Pacific. It was close enough to the home base that if anything went wrong there, they could either be extracted relatively soon, or also be reinforced well by Wanderjarian Marines from Pacific Fleet, which was also in the area.


The base Kommandant, Colonel Henry Willem, sat comfortably in the HQ building of the Mercenary Base, surrounded by over 200 other Mercenaries, and their equipment. He was sound asleep in his office recliner, when a young Lieutenant burst in.

"Sir, we're getting reports from our beach guards that foreign troops have landed on the beach."

"What?" The Colonel jolted upright, shocked.

"Yes sir. They appear to be of company strenght."

"Alright, put the base on full alert. Have the men gear up and prepare for assault."


"Aye aye sir." The Lieutenant marched off briskly, leaving the Colonel to his thoughts.

"Who would attack here?" He thought confused. It didn't matter, he decided. "They'll be fertilizing the fields of my Island soon enough."

Private Samuel, a sniper, had relayed the word back to HQ. Hidden beneath the underbrush in the beach-Jungle treeline, he was all but invisible in his local made ghille suit.

"Papa Bear, this is God," He said, using his call sign, "I see a company of bogies landing. Look hostile. Advise, One Zero Zero estimate troop strength, Over."

"God, this is Papa Bear," The base communications officer said, without his usual smirk at the Snipers chosen Callsign, "Keep out of sight. Continue observation. If endanger of comprimisation, pull out. We don't need dead bodies. Out."

"Read, Out."

OOC: I'm at platoon strength, actually. 50 soldiers.
Breaks down like this:
Command Squad - 10 soldiers, Cpt. Jack Murphy
Recon/Sniper Squad - 10 soldiers, Sgt. Emma Walsh
Alpha Squad - 15 soldiers, Sgt. Ryan O'Comnell
Beta Squad - 15 soldiers, Sgt. Zachary Devlin


IC:
Recon Squad had moved to the south of the woods, and quietly observed the base. Emma looked at the base through her binoculars. She keyed her radio. "Captain, you were right, we got Mercs. Looks like company strength or better."

"Alright, cover the base, hold tight." Murphy got off the radio. "Okay, Ryan, take Alpha straight south to the woods there. Zach, cut right, and head for the trees there. We'll cover you. Get moving."

The soldiers gathered under the cover at the edge of the woods, and ran into the open, heading for cover at the trees, taking cover where they could. Meanwhile, the snipers of Recon and Command squad (14 in all) opened fire on the Mercenary base.

(OOC: A really bad storm just brewed up at my home. I need to shut down my computer. Sorry man. I'll be back on as soon as the storm clears.)

Upon hearing gunshots, the Wanderjarian Mercs hurried to donn their equipment and meet this foe head on. Firing in the direction of the muzzle flashes, they poured as much fire as possible at the invading enemy.