Spizania
24-08-2006, 21:21
New Blakesville, (Colony of Orinait)
The city was bussling in the early morning sun as the two million inhabitants of the city went to work, or took there children to school, the tops of the tall glass and steel buildings glinting in the yellow sun under the bright blue sky, a wonderful counterpoint to the dark royal blue of the ocean and the light turqious e of the lake to the north.
This city was the capital of the colony of Orinait, a territory occuping the eastern end of a continent that contained only one other power, a colony of the CAD power of Doomingsland, probably one of the most feared nations in the world, on par in the minds of the people with the long dead Kraven Corporation.
The entire colony had only one really valuable major resource, one of the largest and most productive thorium mines in the world, providing nearly ten percent of the confederacies civilian nuclear fuel, the facility was already equipped with refining and enriching equipment, allowing any nation with a breeder reactor to very quickly make use of the material, this made this already valuable resource even more so.
The terrain of the colonies interior was for the most part open grassy plain, with huge fields filled with corn and wheat, further east there were a pair of massive rivers running north and south from a central massif, then more grasslands and finally a chain of low mountains, on par with the Appalachians, where the thorium mines was located and then the sea, on the coast of which the capital was located.
The border had been peaceful with a number of years, although both Doomingland and the Confederacy maintained large border fortifications, however a rumour, backed up by intelligence reports indicated that the Doomingslandi might be preparing to attack, thus Army Special Forces Team Delta-Two was being the most difficult mission ever attempted by confederate special forces, infiltrate the doomingslandi colony and discover the truth.
Border Zone No Mans land
It was a moonless night and heavily overcast, leaving it almost pitch black as the patrol crept through the chest high grass of no mans land towards the doomie border defences, the bright lights of the border camps lighting the sky behind them. The had almost reached the edge of the demarked neutral zone when all hell broke loose.
A Hail of tracer fire sprayed from the flanks as the imperial patrol sprung its ambrush on the supprised women of the Army Special forces regiment, two troopers went down immediately, both dead before they hit the ground from multiple 6.7mm round impacts, the first couple of rounds had been stopped by there high grade body armour, but the spray had simply sliced through it in under half a second, they had simply had no time to react to the threat.
The other six women of the patrol forgoed the pepperpoting maneuvre and simply dropped onto one knee on the deck and rolling forward and to the side.
The sniper in the patrol brought her DRS-83 Designated Marks(wo)men rifle up as she rolled and fired off a single 7.8mm round, taking one of the sources of tracer fire in the face and killing him instantly. The other soldiers in the patrol all brought up there weapons, whether rifles or specialised weapons like grenade launchers and the new P90X submachine gun, aiming at the other sources of fire that they could see illuminated by the tracers, another eight imperial troops fell in the next two or three seconds, killed by multiple grenade explosions or a combination of 10.5mm and 6.7mm ammunition. Then special forces began to fall, the markswoman was hit as she swung around to kill her fifth victim of the evening, even if they were suprised and outnumbered, they were professionals and they knew there job well. She took a round in the shoulder and fell to the ground, dropping her weapon and clutching at here injured shoulder with hand while the other one remained limp at her side.
Another two women fell in the next five seconds, at the cost of a much larger number of doomie soldiers, these were the best the confederates had and they were good but the enemies superior numbers were taking there toll. Then the patrol leader grimaced as her rifle magazine clicked empty, rather than waste valuable time digging another out of her bandolier she simply dropped the rifle and drew her Fabrique National Five seveN service pistol, aiming at the closest non special forces silluete and putting eight rounds into his skull in 4 seconds, he dropped to the floor, his helmet overwhelmed by the shear number of inbound bullets.
Then she took a bullet in the back of her helmet, the armour held but the concussion knocked her out, the last thing she saw before darkness claimed her were two of her team members dropped by a hail of gunfire.
The doomingslandi patrol leader was not pleased, an outnumbered and outgunned enemy patrol has killed three times there own number of imperial troops in what was supposed to have been an ambushed, men will be nailed to the cross for this faisco, one of his surviving non-coms informed him that three of the enemy infiltrators had survived and had been injured to varying degrees, irritated he signalled for one of the border spotlight to be turned on and ordered three of his surviving troops to bodily carry the surviving women over into the pool of bright white light, which was in an area of grass that had been cut within the last two days and was barely and inch tall.
The commander gave the order and the three womens helmets were taken off, each one revealing a main of beutifully kept hair that fell down almost to there waists on three of them, they were pushed down onto there knees and made to face the confederate posistions where there faces would be plainly visible. Unbeknownst to the Doominglandi officer, another special forces troop er was in one of the forward observation posts and training a 12.7mm Sniper rifle on his face as he moved behind each of the soldiers in turn and coldly executed each one with a round from a chrome plated revolver, when he reached the last one, the squad leader the sergeant released her safety catch and fired at the same instant the officer did, his head was blown apart by the HEIAP round even as the SF trooper collapsed to the deck, lifeless
The city was bussling in the early morning sun as the two million inhabitants of the city went to work, or took there children to school, the tops of the tall glass and steel buildings glinting in the yellow sun under the bright blue sky, a wonderful counterpoint to the dark royal blue of the ocean and the light turqious e of the lake to the north.
This city was the capital of the colony of Orinait, a territory occuping the eastern end of a continent that contained only one other power, a colony of the CAD power of Doomingsland, probably one of the most feared nations in the world, on par in the minds of the people with the long dead Kraven Corporation.
The entire colony had only one really valuable major resource, one of the largest and most productive thorium mines in the world, providing nearly ten percent of the confederacies civilian nuclear fuel, the facility was already equipped with refining and enriching equipment, allowing any nation with a breeder reactor to very quickly make use of the material, this made this already valuable resource even more so.
The terrain of the colonies interior was for the most part open grassy plain, with huge fields filled with corn and wheat, further east there were a pair of massive rivers running north and south from a central massif, then more grasslands and finally a chain of low mountains, on par with the Appalachians, where the thorium mines was located and then the sea, on the coast of which the capital was located.
The border had been peaceful with a number of years, although both Doomingland and the Confederacy maintained large border fortifications, however a rumour, backed up by intelligence reports indicated that the Doomingslandi might be preparing to attack, thus Army Special Forces Team Delta-Two was being the most difficult mission ever attempted by confederate special forces, infiltrate the doomingslandi colony and discover the truth.
Border Zone No Mans land
It was a moonless night and heavily overcast, leaving it almost pitch black as the patrol crept through the chest high grass of no mans land towards the doomie border defences, the bright lights of the border camps lighting the sky behind them. The had almost reached the edge of the demarked neutral zone when all hell broke loose.
A Hail of tracer fire sprayed from the flanks as the imperial patrol sprung its ambrush on the supprised women of the Army Special forces regiment, two troopers went down immediately, both dead before they hit the ground from multiple 6.7mm round impacts, the first couple of rounds had been stopped by there high grade body armour, but the spray had simply sliced through it in under half a second, they had simply had no time to react to the threat.
The other six women of the patrol forgoed the pepperpoting maneuvre and simply dropped onto one knee on the deck and rolling forward and to the side.
The sniper in the patrol brought her DRS-83 Designated Marks(wo)men rifle up as she rolled and fired off a single 7.8mm round, taking one of the sources of tracer fire in the face and killing him instantly. The other soldiers in the patrol all brought up there weapons, whether rifles or specialised weapons like grenade launchers and the new P90X submachine gun, aiming at the other sources of fire that they could see illuminated by the tracers, another eight imperial troops fell in the next two or three seconds, killed by multiple grenade explosions or a combination of 10.5mm and 6.7mm ammunition. Then special forces began to fall, the markswoman was hit as she swung around to kill her fifth victim of the evening, even if they were suprised and outnumbered, they were professionals and they knew there job well. She took a round in the shoulder and fell to the ground, dropping her weapon and clutching at here injured shoulder with hand while the other one remained limp at her side.
Another two women fell in the next five seconds, at the cost of a much larger number of doomie soldiers, these were the best the confederates had and they were good but the enemies superior numbers were taking there toll. Then the patrol leader grimaced as her rifle magazine clicked empty, rather than waste valuable time digging another out of her bandolier she simply dropped the rifle and drew her Fabrique National Five seveN service pistol, aiming at the closest non special forces silluete and putting eight rounds into his skull in 4 seconds, he dropped to the floor, his helmet overwhelmed by the shear number of inbound bullets.
Then she took a bullet in the back of her helmet, the armour held but the concussion knocked her out, the last thing she saw before darkness claimed her were two of her team members dropped by a hail of gunfire.
The doomingslandi patrol leader was not pleased, an outnumbered and outgunned enemy patrol has killed three times there own number of imperial troops in what was supposed to have been an ambushed, men will be nailed to the cross for this faisco, one of his surviving non-coms informed him that three of the enemy infiltrators had survived and had been injured to varying degrees, irritated he signalled for one of the border spotlight to be turned on and ordered three of his surviving troops to bodily carry the surviving women over into the pool of bright white light, which was in an area of grass that had been cut within the last two days and was barely and inch tall.
The commander gave the order and the three womens helmets were taken off, each one revealing a main of beutifully kept hair that fell down almost to there waists on three of them, they were pushed down onto there knees and made to face the confederate posistions where there faces would be plainly visible. Unbeknownst to the Doominglandi officer, another special forces troop er was in one of the forward observation posts and training a 12.7mm Sniper rifle on his face as he moved behind each of the soldiers in turn and coldly executed each one with a round from a chrome plated revolver, when he reached the last one, the squad leader the sergeant released her safety catch and fired at the same instant the officer did, his head was blown apart by the HEIAP round even as the SF trooper collapsed to the deck, lifeless