Candistan
03-06-2007, 04:14
Somewhere in the Transvaal Jungles, SCT
The camp was at its usual state of readiness, guards on the towers, a few men manning the pillboxes and other sandbag fortifications and foxholes that dotted the camp's perimeter. A small group of men were crowded around a cooking fire smoking while some more emerged from a shack to join them.
A small convoy of ATV's, 4x4's and a few motorbikes pulled into the camp. The soldiers in the camp stopped what they were doing and immediately rushed the convoy, eager to get their new stolen stash of supplies. Men began unloading guns, explosives and other devices off of the vehicles and started handing them out to the soldiers.
"We got them from an ambush on a SDI truck going down a dirt road. The truck and its crew are gone for good, but they were kind enough to give us their supplies." said a man on an ATV.
"Good," said one of the soldiers. "The more hits we get on them, the better." He had a BLA insignia on his left arm, meaning he was a higher-up in the rebel command. Then a distant noise broke the silence. A low, dull, thumping reverberated over the treetops towards the camp. The soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked around, trying to see if there were vehicles moving in on the camp. Their thoughts were soon answered.
Two Denel Roovalk AH-2 Attack Helicopters, marked with the Schroeder Defense Industries insignia, flew over the camp and began to make a circle back. Before the BLA sldiers could do anything, the helicopters unleashed a hail of FFAR's upon the camp. The high-pitched shrieks filled the air as the rockets hurtled towards the ground, impacting with huge explosions. Rebels scurried for cover, but for many it was too late. The convoy that had arrived was decimated along with its crew, plus the main building was up in flames. The Roovalks split, one making another rocket flyby while the other went into a near hover moving sideways over the camp. It began pumping out rounds from its 20mm autocannon, spraying them into a line of parked 4x4's. The cars exploded with large plumes of fire as the rounds tore through their bodies. The carnage continued for another ten minutes as soldiers were torn apart and killed, then the Rooivalks pulled into a defensive aerial pattern. Three more helicopters, Oryx M2's, came over and landed in the assembly area, their occupants disembarking. They wore black BDU's with a combat vest and a full-face ballistics helmet. On their arms was the Insignia of GSG-17, the Corporations counter-insurgency force. The spread out and began to police the weapons laying about on the ground, collecting them in crates from the destroyed convoy and packing them into the Oryx's. One soldier moved over into a shack and found a rebel, probably no older than 15, crouched in a corner with an AK-47 at his side. He was cowering and began to speak rapidly in Swahili to the GSG-17 soldier. The soldier unholstered his Vektor Z88 pistol and shot the boy three times, killing him. He walked over, snatched up the AK-47, rummaged through the dead boy's pockets and took the ammunition, and brought it back to the waiting helicopters.
"These BLA rebels will never learn." said one of the pilots to his copilot. "You'd think they would know by now that we track our shipments."
"Ja," replied the copilot. "But it makes it easier for us."
After another ten minutes of collection, charges were placed in the structures of the camp and the GSG-17 soldiers reboarded the Oryx's with their retrieved weapons. As the transports flew away into the distance, the charges blew, sending massive plumes of fire and smoke into the fading light of day.
The camp was at its usual state of readiness, guards on the towers, a few men manning the pillboxes and other sandbag fortifications and foxholes that dotted the camp's perimeter. A small group of men were crowded around a cooking fire smoking while some more emerged from a shack to join them.
A small convoy of ATV's, 4x4's and a few motorbikes pulled into the camp. The soldiers in the camp stopped what they were doing and immediately rushed the convoy, eager to get their new stolen stash of supplies. Men began unloading guns, explosives and other devices off of the vehicles and started handing them out to the soldiers.
"We got them from an ambush on a SDI truck going down a dirt road. The truck and its crew are gone for good, but they were kind enough to give us their supplies." said a man on an ATV.
"Good," said one of the soldiers. "The more hits we get on them, the better." He had a BLA insignia on his left arm, meaning he was a higher-up in the rebel command. Then a distant noise broke the silence. A low, dull, thumping reverberated over the treetops towards the camp. The soldiers stopped what they were doing and looked around, trying to see if there were vehicles moving in on the camp. Their thoughts were soon answered.
Two Denel Roovalk AH-2 Attack Helicopters, marked with the Schroeder Defense Industries insignia, flew over the camp and began to make a circle back. Before the BLA sldiers could do anything, the helicopters unleashed a hail of FFAR's upon the camp. The high-pitched shrieks filled the air as the rockets hurtled towards the ground, impacting with huge explosions. Rebels scurried for cover, but for many it was too late. The convoy that had arrived was decimated along with its crew, plus the main building was up in flames. The Roovalks split, one making another rocket flyby while the other went into a near hover moving sideways over the camp. It began pumping out rounds from its 20mm autocannon, spraying them into a line of parked 4x4's. The cars exploded with large plumes of fire as the rounds tore through their bodies. The carnage continued for another ten minutes as soldiers were torn apart and killed, then the Rooivalks pulled into a defensive aerial pattern. Three more helicopters, Oryx M2's, came over and landed in the assembly area, their occupants disembarking. They wore black BDU's with a combat vest and a full-face ballistics helmet. On their arms was the Insignia of GSG-17, the Corporations counter-insurgency force. The spread out and began to police the weapons laying about on the ground, collecting them in crates from the destroyed convoy and packing them into the Oryx's. One soldier moved over into a shack and found a rebel, probably no older than 15, crouched in a corner with an AK-47 at his side. He was cowering and began to speak rapidly in Swahili to the GSG-17 soldier. The soldier unholstered his Vektor Z88 pistol and shot the boy three times, killing him. He walked over, snatched up the AK-47, rummaged through the dead boy's pockets and took the ammunition, and brought it back to the waiting helicopters.
"These BLA rebels will never learn." said one of the pilots to his copilot. "You'd think they would know by now that we track our shipments."
"Ja," replied the copilot. "But it makes it easier for us."
After another ten minutes of collection, charges were placed in the structures of the camp and the GSG-17 soldiers reboarded the Oryx's with their retrieved weapons. As the transports flew away into the distance, the charges blew, sending massive plumes of fire and smoke into the fading light of day.