Duneria
23-07-2007, 21:42
Sytusi, Dunerian army outpost. 20000 Km west of New Leningrad
Private Johnson's head exploded, Brain fragments and other undentifiable material splattered Colonel Stein's army fatigues.
Screaming in rage, he brought up his AK-103 and fired it in the general direction of the incoming hail of shots.
"Damn it!" roared Stein to a another Officer, "get me fire and air support, I want these fucks roasted like corn dogs, ya got me!"
"Yes sir" said the Officer, not knowing who to fear more, the hidden enemy or Stein's anger.
Stein dropped back into the makeshift trench.
Despite his anger, he was impressed with how the enemy had conducted itself, it had snuck past the lack-lustre security measures put up by MP's and had attacked a prime army outpost.
However the enemy was proving itself to be less-than capable in fighting
prolonged battles. Stein himself, had killed 4 of the little buggers before a lucky cannon round had blew off Johnson's head
Which meant they were not foreign army personel, Insurgents maybe?
Before he had the time to think, 4 Mi-28 havok's began pounding the Jungle with Minigun and Missile rounds.
Stein punched the air as destruction was wrought on the enemy.
30 minutes later
"sir", stammered a private
"What is it, soldier" mumbled Stein, his hands fumbling for a Cig.
"I think you may want to see this"
Stein started to frown, was that...... fear he saw on the soldiers face?
Stein began to walk towards the forest, seeing Dunerian soldiers bringing body bags and medical supplies towards the enemies that still had life. Stein stopped, facing a fallen enemy.... insurgent, Stein concluded. The equipment was too old and crappy to be army material. But this didn't tell who the man was or what organization he belonged to. Stein's eyes rested on the man's arm. Finally he realized what had made the young private so scared.
Festooned upon the man's arm was a tatoo of three knives crossed with a spear, The sign of the Veronesca Front.
Stein called for the Private
"get me the phone, I need to speak with cazelia
Private Johnson's head exploded, Brain fragments and other undentifiable material splattered Colonel Stein's army fatigues.
Screaming in rage, he brought up his AK-103 and fired it in the general direction of the incoming hail of shots.
"Damn it!" roared Stein to a another Officer, "get me fire and air support, I want these fucks roasted like corn dogs, ya got me!"
"Yes sir" said the Officer, not knowing who to fear more, the hidden enemy or Stein's anger.
Stein dropped back into the makeshift trench.
Despite his anger, he was impressed with how the enemy had conducted itself, it had snuck past the lack-lustre security measures put up by MP's and had attacked a prime army outpost.
However the enemy was proving itself to be less-than capable in fighting
prolonged battles. Stein himself, had killed 4 of the little buggers before a lucky cannon round had blew off Johnson's head
Which meant they were not foreign army personel, Insurgents maybe?
Before he had the time to think, 4 Mi-28 havok's began pounding the Jungle with Minigun and Missile rounds.
Stein punched the air as destruction was wrought on the enemy.
30 minutes later
"sir", stammered a private
"What is it, soldier" mumbled Stein, his hands fumbling for a Cig.
"I think you may want to see this"
Stein started to frown, was that...... fear he saw on the soldiers face?
Stein began to walk towards the forest, seeing Dunerian soldiers bringing body bags and medical supplies towards the enemies that still had life. Stein stopped, facing a fallen enemy.... insurgent, Stein concluded. The equipment was too old and crappy to be army material. But this didn't tell who the man was or what organization he belonged to. Stein's eyes rested on the man's arm. Finally he realized what had made the young private so scared.
Festooned upon the man's arm was a tatoo of three knives crossed with a spear, The sign of the Veronesca Front.
Stein called for the Private
"get me the phone, I need to speak with cazelia