NationStates Jolt Archive

Outpost 9

"What?"

"You know what. These are our orders, shoot on sight. I'll be making sure the other outposts know."

"Okay, well...I still don't get it."

"Yea you do. Anything that moves, shoot at it. Don't even bother radioing in for permission, pull the trigger and let go."

The man with the mounted machine gun sighed, and affirmed the order. He went to rub at his temples, and began to look down his sights for any readjustments. Sighing again, he turned to see that the Lietunant was already gone.

"Well..it shouldn't be all that bad.."

Khmer, Taikoku
[I]Bangkok, Thailand[/B]

The Khmerian division of men stood at attention, recently being summoned from the corners of the Taikoku sector. They were recieving orders to march through the Bamar sector to help reinforce the outter lines of the Zaibatsu. The Bamarians were not considered ready to serve as military units, however select few were chosen through a 'lottery' type selection out of a group of 'special' individuals to serve as specialists. However, they were not the type to take on a nation as a whole. As well as the Khmerian division, a Kanbojia (Cambodian) Division and two from Lao (Laos) sector would reinforce the line as well. Elements of the 27th had been prepared over the years for a similar crisis resulting the invasion of a mountainous, jungle-like, and mixed in temperature class of nation. That which lay west of the most outer line was considered to fit in that category. As well as the 27th, elements of the newly established 109th would be put to the test.

To honour this newly formed 'specialty' division, the operation was named solely after their call name. 'Misuto', or in the barbaric tongue 'Mist'. The combined forces were to form the 'Gurando Yunitto Ichi'. or 'Ground Unit One'. One signified it as the first Ground unit for the Operation, future ones would be named in number order after. Specific ones with specific details would recieve call names, ad Ichi will most likely recieve it's own later.

OOC Yea well I went away for a bit and came back and forgot what to really type...the last 3 or 4 lines are crap...meh

Nagaland

Japanese Tanks rolled over the trees as they entered through the relatively flat pass, dubbed the Burma pass. The Burmese troops, led by Japanese commanders, were in the front just behind the Lao Tank Division. Japanese troops were just behind them, and behind the Japanese Division was the Khmerian Division. It was relatively quiet, peacefully quiet. Nepalese troops were concentrated up north, in Arunachal Pradesh, fighting off the East Asian Republican Armies. News had reached that the Chinese were proving relatively strong, meaning that the Japanese would have no troubles at all. Satellite scans of the nearest city showed nothing, just a ghost town on the Eastern edge. But the Japanese were smarter than that.

Ichi Air Base

"Roger that." The Pilot of the Fighter-Bomber announced as they flew in formation above the Burma pass. In all, 6 Fighter-Bombers and 4 Bombers were flying towards the city. They'd demolish the buildings on the eastern edge, effectively taking out sniper nests and other resistance. They were closing in on their target when suddenly an object with a smoke stream went to collide with the lead Jet. The formation broke off, some going straight into the skyline to drop their ordinance. The lead had no room to break, and his right wing was clipped. The Jet was knocked off a straight flight and was now twirling into the city. He hit his eject button but the mechanism was jammed, and so he just sat there to watch the ground grow larger and larger. His left wing was ripped off by a building, and the jet hit it's belly and began to skid. He was just about to shit himself, atleast he felt like he was, and realized his jet was comming to a stop. He was alive, but the impact had broken a leg. He took off his oxygen mask and began to open the cockpit. He took his helmet off and tossed it out, then realized how much danger he was in. He pulled out his Sig Sauer P228 sidearm and crawled out. He couldn't stand up, and so he began to crawl. He didn't bother using his radio, knowing the Japanese policy.

"If ever behind enemy lines, do not think for one second that you'll be rescued. Take your cyanide, and if you are unable then find another way to kill your self."

But he was unable to do it. He wasn't Japanese, infact. He was from Khmer. So he continued his slideing crawl until he was next to a windowed building, and sat there waiting for the inevitable. Nothing, just the sound of fire and the pain in his leg. Then something, a foot step. Not much of a foot step but more of a crunching of dirt beneath one's own boot. He sighed, and pointed his pistol at the sound. Then a small figure appeared, a little boy.

"For fuck's sake...don't scare me like that." He said in his native tongue. Then he heard the click of the hammer being pulled back, and he sat his pistol down and began to raise his hands. Looking back slowly, he could see the barrel of the large pistol in his face. Without a gulp, he spoke in his best Hindi.

"Don't shoot."

Point 22

Point 22 meant that there were three more points until the army was out of the pass. A ground commander radioed in to HQ, and soon helicopters were swooping in. Special Forces and Japanese Marines were being inserted via Helicopter, they would kill off as many as possible and then the Regulars would occupy. There was no resistance at all, just the sound of tank treads accompanied by the marching boots. Oh, and the recurrent sounds of wildlife. Then, it began to rain. Just suddenly and randomly, but the forces went on. They had to double their pace or they would be flooded out, and not only that but the tanks would be hindered slightly in the muddied jungle grass. Troops in front were hopping on the tanks, and the others were beginning to wish for transport to the next destination after they got out of this new hell hole. But they knew they would be stuck walking in the mud.

There was something special about East Asian rains. They never stopped, atleast not for months. This was a random one, no suprise. The clouds roll in from the sea, the rain falls, and all men and women alive either rejoice or cry like the rain. These men had no choice, they would have to try and rejoice or just get over it.

To be continued.