NationStates Jolt Archive

"Spot, war sure is cold to be Hell."

"How do you mean Chief?"

"Well take this poor sap in my scope, His life is obviously doing allright, He,s a lieutenant, Told me in basic when he made grade he would propose to his girlfriend and now he's sitting in my sights with a smile and a ring chatting up his aides. He was a pretty nice guy too, but now poor Ahmed is sitting on the wrong side of my scope because of some dog shit political debate, and I'm gonna put a bullet right through his left eye."

"That is pretty cold Chief."

"Damn right... yea baby smile for the camera." The silenced rifle made a barely audible snap, expelling the round at just under the speed of sound, smacking square center into Ahmed's head, leaving a red misty ribbon floating after the slowly falling mess that used to contain it."

"Missed that eye Chief."

"Fucker always did screw me up. How many more shots you think we can get before we have to move?"

The sniper/spotter team had been set up on the roof a high school all morning, taking shots of opportunity at the Republic of Mondoth troops that had set up camp across the Capital Highway. The area had been shredded by artillery seeking out the pair, the high school was one of the few buildings left standing. 'Spot' opined that they had maybe two or three shots left before the 'old guard' caught on.
But the requests and orders had already gone through and at the exact moment the fatal bullet was flying through the air, the fatal artillery shell was being rammed into it's tube by the metal loader, a precisely sized orange cylinder of propellant. The round's internal circuitry was charged from an inductance ring in the breech, loading the memory chip with coordinates obtained surreptitiously by a high flying drone circling above the battlefield.
About the time 'Chief' asking how many more shots they had left, the GunBack pedestal mounted automated artillery launcher was rotating and elevating, lining up the shot.
A few miles away a Sargent was three and a half pounds from death when the round exploded, shredding the roof of the school and the sniper/spotter team waiting there. lives ended by nothing more than a radio signal and an automatic howitzer.
A cold hell indeed.

OOC: Continuation of This (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=506272) thread.
A few weeks after the last post, the Revolutionaries have advanced into the outskirts of the capital and the battle has devolved into street fighting while both sides are calling for international assistance.)

"In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway."
-Tyler Durden, Fight Club


"Sir, I tried to keep her out, but..." The secretary was pushed aside as a young woman pushed into the room. She was pretty enough, not classically so, a nice body though. It was the face that killed any amorous thoughts. Once it was beautiful, the essential beauty was still there even, the eyes were black pits, burned by the rising sun of the new era, a nuclear bomb that had destroyed her home city and took her eyesight with it.
Now, Cassandra Troiy stalked the halls of the temporary 'legitimate' government in Port Royal' prophesying to any who would listen.

Until now, Minister Otaqa had not seen the mad woman that harangued the staff and forced her way into the temporary offices of the other ministers.

"You're surprised." she said, the burnt remnants of her eye sockets seemed to be looking into his soul rather than the physical countenance lost to her. Perhaps she was.

"But the loss of Mondoth City will not surprise you as much as my lack of a cane or seeing eye dog. But the Trinitarian Republic will go on. A country exists independent of the land it exists on, and that must be your guiding principle. Forging a nation of exiles in some far away land.
I suggest you start looking for one now."
And before the Minister could reply, she had disappeared through the doorway, still half open and swinging apologetically from the speed of her passage.


Meanwhile, the War continued. Republican forces had managed to shoot down most of the Revolutionaries bombers, and so those that remained were being held in reserve. But the air battle was far from over, Rebel fighters still plied the skies, turning what was once tho most secure air space in the country into a nightmarish warzone raining ruined, flaming aircraft pieces onto the streets of Mondoth City's suburbs.

OOC: Bump, it's open ya? Nobody wants to support the Revolutionaries against the oppressive Republican Government? Nobody wants to support the Legitimate and upstanding Democracy against the cruel, unlawful, terrorist insurgency?