Wanderjar
19-07-2007, 23:12
(OOC: This thread is a continuation of one which was initiated between myself and Kraven several months ago and was regrettably not completed. Hopefully this time we'll get farther into it before he or I have to become inactive again ;))
IC:
A shaky Camcorder was turned on, the screen was rather grainy and poor in its quality, the sound was rather lacking and the lighting was next to nothing, obviously the dark figure in the screen did not want to be known, every so often the light above him shook and the screen of the camera distorted, something above him was moving with enough force to cause movement below…
Dust rained down from the ceiling then after a few seconds a light sprinkling of dust drifted down just next to the dark figure…
“I am a Professor, I have been for so many years that I have forgotten when I’d completed my degree, I do not remember what I was a Professor in, but I do know that it is because of the Kraven Menace that I have forgotten so much…” The figures voice was old sounding, dry and husky…
“The noises you can hear above me are the sounds of Tanks, Kraven tanks rolling over head, and that little dull thud, it’s a weapon I’ve never seen them employ before, its an Artillery piece that is capable of lobbing a high explosive shell many miles further than their Basilisk mobile Artillery, its static, but it has multiple barrels, A Gatlin Earth shaker cannon if you’d like…. I saw it tear up the city they were firing at.”
He paused as another salvo went off, causing the ground to shake violently, dust gently fell from the ceiling, causing the shadowy figure to cough gently…
“In a matter of minutes the weapon had levelled a vast portion of the city, its Crew sat on a gyroscopic stabilised platform that was independent from the rest of the machine, while the recoil of the weapon caused the weapon to move back along a set of rails, the crew section remained totally stable…”
He paused again…
“It’s not perfect though, it’s a belt fed weapon, and the size of the belt often means its prone to jamming, it was funny to watch at first, when they had Kreigsmarines operating it, whenever one of the shells jammed the Kreigsmarines scurried away like terrified rats… that soon ended though, Its crewed by Capitol Police and all they do is systematically remove the jam, then continue to fire…”
He sighed, as though he’d been running all of his life…
“It cannot fire for more than five minutes at a time” he remarked “The recoil of the weapon causes it to run along a set of steel tracks, but a set of heavy duty springs stop the weapon from being propelled along the rails at an astonishing speed, but still allow it enough movement to prevent the weapons platform from collapsing…”
“Besides, I’m digressing… this is not the purpose of the Video…”
“I have seen many of the things that Kraven has done, I’ve witnessed first hand the violence and the depravity of their so called ‘Super soldiers’ who are nothing more than barbarous monsters who perform the whim of their masters without so much as a nod or a glance…”
“Kraven has gone too far, for weeks now they have been shelling the city that lies twenty miles to the west of my current location, for weeks now they have been shipping women and children into the hills where they now mine Ores for the Kraven War Machine, the men refused to give up, they are fighting in the city now, fighting for whatever they have left, and that is why Kraven decided to shell the city with their new weapon, but do you know what was sick?” The man paused, holding his head in his hands…
“The men of that city let the women and children go, hoping that somewhere someone in The Kraven Military had an ounce of decency and let them live, but no, not even Kraven’s most humane officer would have allowed that, instead they forced every single one of them to watch as the Gatlin Earth shaker began to rhythmically shell the city… it was awful..”
“You might wonder how I know all of this, yet haven’t been captured…”
“Well, I’ve forgotten what I’d passed my Degree in, but I knew that up until they started shelling the city, I was working for Kraven, this is how I know all of this information… Something needs to be done, If anyone can hear me… or can receive this transmission… Please Help Us… you may be our only hope..”
“They’d stopped shelling the city last night for about an hour, while they changed the cooling relays, I snuck into the city to see if there were any survivors, to my surprise, there was, hundreds of them had dug themselves tiny dug outs and fox holes, they hid when the shells came, although in the initial phase, they told me, they lost thousands to the weapons of Kraven..”
“So I ask again… Kraven has gone too far… Kraven needs to be stopped… and I ask you… free these people….” The man was reaching a frantic fever pitch…
“My location is one hundred and fifty miles south from the Capitol City of Norska… These people do not deserve whats happening to them… Please… Send help…” With that Kraven Communication operators severed the link and began to trace the source of the signal…
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Oberst James Gostoski watched the video over and over again, each time analysing it for new data which could possibly make the ever nearing operation in Kravenite territory. He jotted down notes which he felt could benefit the operators once they landed, and to be sure that he knew everything which this man had to say.
The Wanderjarian Grenzschutzgruppe-Nine was the elite military unit of the Prussian Army. Specialising in Counter terrorism, assassination, infiltration, demolition, and urban guerrilla warfare, they were trained to be some of the best soldiers in the world, a title which they had earned countless times against many foes. Oberst Gostoski was in command of a battalion of these elite troopers, some thirty teams, ten of which would be deployed to the Kraven Corporation, or some one hundred and fifty men.
The plan was simple, operate relatively independently, and locate the Professor, destroy this "Super Weapon" which he discussed in his plea, and hopefully and if at all possible, cause as much harm to the Kraven Warmachine as they were capable. While the plan was simple, each team member knew it's execution would certainly not be.
They were aboard a sea freighter, disguised as civillian sailors bringing materials into the general region of the Kraven Corporation, however once near enough, each team would infiltrate the territory via zodiac boat. They were rapidly approaching being near enough, only requiring the cover of darkness to launch and begin one of the most important missions ever undertook by the Wanderjarian military: Operation Red Falcon. Several of these men were on deck with their fireteam, including one Soldat Alexsi, a new addition to the GSG-9.
"Unteroffizer," Soldat Alexsi asked of his fire team leader. "This is a suicide mission, isn't it?" The Unteroffizer pondered the question for a moment.
"No, I do not believe it is inherently a "suicide mission." He replied after the momentary consideration. "However the risks associated with an operation such as this are very high indeed. That I won't lie to you all about." The five soldiers with him nodded solemnly. "Look guys, all of us have been through at least one prior mission, aside from you Alexsi of course. We've been through some real shit. We can do this. It'll be damn hard, but we can. I have no doubt that if we cover each other, stay frosty, and work together, then we can certainly kick these Kravenite bastards to hell and do some real damage to them."
"Thanks Sarge," Alexsi replied. "Thats all I wanted to know." With that, he walked to the railing of the ship and looked east, in the direction they would be travelling in less than three hours. It was very cold, all the men wore black acryllic sweaters which could not get wet and were quite warm. The coldness however somehow played very well to the feelings he felt. Over that horizon which they would be soon travelling was a terrible storm, and he was travelling into its eye.....
Several hours later....
2130 hours
Kraven Corporation Waters
"Alright, lets go." Gostoski said to Major Skelter, the Battalion Executive Officer (XO).
"Jawohl," He replied. He went from room to room getting everyone ready, informing them to pick up their gear and board the zodiacs. Every man ran to his boat, carrying packs of gear and wearing his standard issue Integrated Warfighter System equipment, which was enhanced specifically for this mission.
"Go! Go! Go!" Gostoski shouted hoarsely, hoping to make as little noise as possible. All lights on the ship were deactivated, all equipment in the lockerroom and storage rooms brought with them. The boats filled quickly as each six man fireteam boarded and set off in a long stream of inauspicious craft heading for various places along the coast of the Kraven Corporation. Once on shore, they would head into Kravonika, and to their respective objectives.
This would be the most difficult mission ever undertaken by the GSG-9, but also the most important. All things good and decent depended upon some one hundred fifty brave Wanderjarian men.
IC:
A shaky Camcorder was turned on, the screen was rather grainy and poor in its quality, the sound was rather lacking and the lighting was next to nothing, obviously the dark figure in the screen did not want to be known, every so often the light above him shook and the screen of the camera distorted, something above him was moving with enough force to cause movement below…
Dust rained down from the ceiling then after a few seconds a light sprinkling of dust drifted down just next to the dark figure…
“I am a Professor, I have been for so many years that I have forgotten when I’d completed my degree, I do not remember what I was a Professor in, but I do know that it is because of the Kraven Menace that I have forgotten so much…” The figures voice was old sounding, dry and husky…
“The noises you can hear above me are the sounds of Tanks, Kraven tanks rolling over head, and that little dull thud, it’s a weapon I’ve never seen them employ before, its an Artillery piece that is capable of lobbing a high explosive shell many miles further than their Basilisk mobile Artillery, its static, but it has multiple barrels, A Gatlin Earth shaker cannon if you’d like…. I saw it tear up the city they were firing at.”
He paused as another salvo went off, causing the ground to shake violently, dust gently fell from the ceiling, causing the shadowy figure to cough gently…
“In a matter of minutes the weapon had levelled a vast portion of the city, its Crew sat on a gyroscopic stabilised platform that was independent from the rest of the machine, while the recoil of the weapon caused the weapon to move back along a set of rails, the crew section remained totally stable…”
He paused again…
“It’s not perfect though, it’s a belt fed weapon, and the size of the belt often means its prone to jamming, it was funny to watch at first, when they had Kreigsmarines operating it, whenever one of the shells jammed the Kreigsmarines scurried away like terrified rats… that soon ended though, Its crewed by Capitol Police and all they do is systematically remove the jam, then continue to fire…”
He sighed, as though he’d been running all of his life…
“It cannot fire for more than five minutes at a time” he remarked “The recoil of the weapon causes it to run along a set of steel tracks, but a set of heavy duty springs stop the weapon from being propelled along the rails at an astonishing speed, but still allow it enough movement to prevent the weapons platform from collapsing…”
“Besides, I’m digressing… this is not the purpose of the Video…”
“I have seen many of the things that Kraven has done, I’ve witnessed first hand the violence and the depravity of their so called ‘Super soldiers’ who are nothing more than barbarous monsters who perform the whim of their masters without so much as a nod or a glance…”
“Kraven has gone too far, for weeks now they have been shelling the city that lies twenty miles to the west of my current location, for weeks now they have been shipping women and children into the hills where they now mine Ores for the Kraven War Machine, the men refused to give up, they are fighting in the city now, fighting for whatever they have left, and that is why Kraven decided to shell the city with their new weapon, but do you know what was sick?” The man paused, holding his head in his hands…
“The men of that city let the women and children go, hoping that somewhere someone in The Kraven Military had an ounce of decency and let them live, but no, not even Kraven’s most humane officer would have allowed that, instead they forced every single one of them to watch as the Gatlin Earth shaker began to rhythmically shell the city… it was awful..”
“You might wonder how I know all of this, yet haven’t been captured…”
“Well, I’ve forgotten what I’d passed my Degree in, but I knew that up until they started shelling the city, I was working for Kraven, this is how I know all of this information… Something needs to be done, If anyone can hear me… or can receive this transmission… Please Help Us… you may be our only hope..”
“They’d stopped shelling the city last night for about an hour, while they changed the cooling relays, I snuck into the city to see if there were any survivors, to my surprise, there was, hundreds of them had dug themselves tiny dug outs and fox holes, they hid when the shells came, although in the initial phase, they told me, they lost thousands to the weapons of Kraven..”
“So I ask again… Kraven has gone too far… Kraven needs to be stopped… and I ask you… free these people….” The man was reaching a frantic fever pitch…
“My location is one hundred and fifty miles south from the Capitol City of Norska… These people do not deserve whats happening to them… Please… Send help…” With that Kraven Communication operators severed the link and began to trace the source of the signal…
******************************************
Oberst James Gostoski watched the video over and over again, each time analysing it for new data which could possibly make the ever nearing operation in Kravenite territory. He jotted down notes which he felt could benefit the operators once they landed, and to be sure that he knew everything which this man had to say.
The Wanderjarian Grenzschutzgruppe-Nine was the elite military unit of the Prussian Army. Specialising in Counter terrorism, assassination, infiltration, demolition, and urban guerrilla warfare, they were trained to be some of the best soldiers in the world, a title which they had earned countless times against many foes. Oberst Gostoski was in command of a battalion of these elite troopers, some thirty teams, ten of which would be deployed to the Kraven Corporation, or some one hundred and fifty men.
The plan was simple, operate relatively independently, and locate the Professor, destroy this "Super Weapon" which he discussed in his plea, and hopefully and if at all possible, cause as much harm to the Kraven Warmachine as they were capable. While the plan was simple, each team member knew it's execution would certainly not be.
They were aboard a sea freighter, disguised as civillian sailors bringing materials into the general region of the Kraven Corporation, however once near enough, each team would infiltrate the territory via zodiac boat. They were rapidly approaching being near enough, only requiring the cover of darkness to launch and begin one of the most important missions ever undertook by the Wanderjarian military: Operation Red Falcon. Several of these men were on deck with their fireteam, including one Soldat Alexsi, a new addition to the GSG-9.
"Unteroffizer," Soldat Alexsi asked of his fire team leader. "This is a suicide mission, isn't it?" The Unteroffizer pondered the question for a moment.
"No, I do not believe it is inherently a "suicide mission." He replied after the momentary consideration. "However the risks associated with an operation such as this are very high indeed. That I won't lie to you all about." The five soldiers with him nodded solemnly. "Look guys, all of us have been through at least one prior mission, aside from you Alexsi of course. We've been through some real shit. We can do this. It'll be damn hard, but we can. I have no doubt that if we cover each other, stay frosty, and work together, then we can certainly kick these Kravenite bastards to hell and do some real damage to them."
"Thanks Sarge," Alexsi replied. "Thats all I wanted to know." With that, he walked to the railing of the ship and looked east, in the direction they would be travelling in less than three hours. It was very cold, all the men wore black acryllic sweaters which could not get wet and were quite warm. The coldness however somehow played very well to the feelings he felt. Over that horizon which they would be soon travelling was a terrible storm, and he was travelling into its eye.....
Several hours later....
2130 hours
Kraven Corporation Waters
"Alright, lets go." Gostoski said to Major Skelter, the Battalion Executive Officer (XO).
"Jawohl," He replied. He went from room to room getting everyone ready, informing them to pick up their gear and board the zodiacs. Every man ran to his boat, carrying packs of gear and wearing his standard issue Integrated Warfighter System equipment, which was enhanced specifically for this mission.
"Go! Go! Go!" Gostoski shouted hoarsely, hoping to make as little noise as possible. All lights on the ship were deactivated, all equipment in the lockerroom and storage rooms brought with them. The boats filled quickly as each six man fireteam boarded and set off in a long stream of inauspicious craft heading for various places along the coast of the Kraven Corporation. Once on shore, they would head into Kravonika, and to their respective objectives.
This would be the most difficult mission ever undertaken by the GSG-9, but also the most important. All things good and decent depended upon some one hundred fifty brave Wanderjarian men.