The Aslanic Mountains
17-11-2006, 20:45
OOC: This is semi-open, join by all means but if it seems overcrowded, it probably is and I would request that you dont sign up. Things become too complicated when it happens. Also, OOC chat to a minimum if possible and lets keep things non-godmoddish and stat wanking minimal. Thanks.
IC:
The building was quiet, a slight wind picking up but quickly dying back down. There was a chill in the night air. The building itself was large, the bland walls sporting a simple logo. It was the logo of ArmsTech.
A sentry unit of two men walked past the Gafeurist terrorist cell members, calling themselves "Hare Lin" (literally 'Power West'). A green metal object flew from their location, and one second later exploded. The men jumped up, five of them in total with support coming from other locations, and ran towards the soldiers they had killed. They grabbed the men's rifles, handling them like proffesionals. Indeed they were, each having "participated" in the cold war within The Aslanic Mountains region.
Hand signals were still used despite their presence being known, and an alarm sounded as searchlights flashed on. The men quickly ran towards the door battering it open with extreme force. Once inside they proceeded to head towards the warehouse section of the munitions factory. It was clear what their intention was, but they knew they had limited time before a task force arrived to deal with them. A lorry pulled up, into which they loaded whatever they could, before driving off.
"Right guys, listen up. We have limited time. Get ready to fight these bastards. We can do this." He looked about and the faces of the men were a mixture of brave and fearful. "Get into position, dont hesitate to kill. Libertas enim Gafeur Gens."
The task force was en route, a military force of thirty men. The terrorist cell had done its job though, and the region could soon be plumeted into a war. The future, once again, looked uncertain.
IC:
The building was quiet, a slight wind picking up but quickly dying back down. There was a chill in the night air. The building itself was large, the bland walls sporting a simple logo. It was the logo of ArmsTech.
A sentry unit of two men walked past the Gafeurist terrorist cell members, calling themselves "Hare Lin" (literally 'Power West'). A green metal object flew from their location, and one second later exploded. The men jumped up, five of them in total with support coming from other locations, and ran towards the soldiers they had killed. They grabbed the men's rifles, handling them like proffesionals. Indeed they were, each having "participated" in the cold war within The Aslanic Mountains region.
Hand signals were still used despite their presence being known, and an alarm sounded as searchlights flashed on. The men quickly ran towards the door battering it open with extreme force. Once inside they proceeded to head towards the warehouse section of the munitions factory. It was clear what their intention was, but they knew they had limited time before a task force arrived to deal with them. A lorry pulled up, into which they loaded whatever they could, before driving off.
"Right guys, listen up. We have limited time. Get ready to fight these bastards. We can do this." He looked about and the faces of the men were a mixture of brave and fearful. "Get into position, dont hesitate to kill. Libertas enim Gafeur Gens."
The task force was en route, a military force of thirty men. The terrorist cell had done its job though, and the region could soon be plumeted into a war. The future, once again, looked uncertain.