Operation IceStorm (IC Thread/Closed)
Events:
St. Jacerliosy Island, 28km away from KWGA
The Kansiovian team has arrived to this mini-hotel island cattered for the teams. Admiral Guiliev came off the ship, and was greeted by Forliev, the Chairman of the Arena. Soon they were dedirected to their rooms. Most Kansiovian troops were still going to spend their night in their Ship Cabins, but would come out to enjoy the weather on the island, as it was only 3 degrees. Many headed for the indoor sporting arenas. Despite all these relaxed mods, many NCOs still resumed training for their units, to prepare them for the game.
St. Jacerliosy Island
The Imperial Osteian forces had arrived in Kansiov for the war games they had been assigned to participate in by the emperor, 90,000 marines, 21 ships, 400 armor and 245 aircraft were ready to take part when ever the order was given to move. Three more nations would be involved in these games,
Kansiov
Saint B
Amazon Beasts
In command of the Osteian forces was Admiral Winifred Press and General Malcom Rutledge II who had recently arrived on St. Jacerliosy Island by means of a UH-60 Blackhawk. Osteian soldiers were not used to the cold although a one year course had to be taken in Artic conditions, Osteians were best in Desert, Jungle and forest terrian with lots of heat as there was no snow in the Empire.
"Awfully cold eh general..."
The admiral chuckled glancing over at General Rutledge all bundeled up in his Artic marine combat gear,
"Quite...Admiral..."
The two entered the small mini hotel on the island and lowered their hoods looking around.....
"I never really stopped and thought how lucky we are to live in a tropical nation.."
Said General Rutledge, Admiral Press laughed as he lit a large cigar.
OOC: These two officers are wearing white USMC type gear, only in white and grey with the combat cap.... (Thought i would add a little bit on the description...)
"Ahh... The Osetians are here." said Forilev. With a warm welcome.
"Please make use of the facilities here, while is warmer here, before we reach the arena."
All around Kansiovian troops were wearing PT-shirts doing their daily jogs, adn were rather bewildered when they passed Osetian troops who seemed to be affected a lot by the cold.
"They call this cold?"
Said a Kansiovian Soldier.
"Well I heard they are from somewhere sunny, i suppose yea." Replied another as they were jogging past.
The two Osteian officers smiled breifly and saluted the Kansiovian officers in the main room of the well furnished hotel lobby,
"I am Admiral Winifred Press and this is General Malcom Rutledge, and we fully intend to take advanatge of our current surroundings before heading to the field"
He grinned and continued..
"Our force is currently off the coast of the island, we have much to discuss gentleman..but let us have a drink by the fire yes?"
Admiral Press gestured towards the fire place at the far end of the room where comfortable looking chairs were placed, the two high ranking officals noticed the soldiers in PT gave gave one another a 'look'...
Guliev nodded back, quickly he called the hotellers to prepare them a "welcome drink" at the Fireplace.
"Hope you enjoy yourselves here, it will be much colder over there, and weather forecasts says that the weather tommrow will not be very good..."
Guliev nodded back, quickly he called the hotellers to prepare them a "welcome drink" at the Fireplace.
"Hope you enjoy yourselves here, it will be much colder over there, and weather forecasts says that the weather tommrow will not be very good..."
The officers were seated, Admiral Press spoke..
"We are preapred, as prepared as we could possibly be..this will give our men the experiance they need to preform in conditions such as these....a one year training course is taken but..it's not enough, if this goes well the emperor should agree to extend it so our forces are more than ready for such missions.., we will need the assistance of others...of course...those more acustomed to this climate"
General Rutledge nodded and added..
"Certainly"
"By the way, Emperor Vespillio wishes us to greet you on his behalf" Admiral Press took a puff from his cigar then flicked it towards the open fire....
"What is the expected weather for tomorrow Mr. Guliev..? i forgot to get the report from our men aboard the ships..alot has been on my mind.."
General Rutledge chuckled and nodded...
"Well its very lucky that we wont be having wargames tommrow.", he said with a laugh, "it could go as cold as minus ten here, and seventy in the arena, we hope the weather could clear up soon..."
Replied Mr Forliev.
"Well its very lucky that we wont be having wargames tommrow.", he said with a laugh, "it could go as cold as minus ten here, and seventy in the arena, we hope the weather could clear up soon..."
Replied Mr Guiliev.
Admiral Press was satisfied with the answear, puffed his cigar and flicked it once more...
"Oh...our men have been placed on standby for whenever we agree to start the games, it could happen at any time..just like a real operation where they are needed yes?"
General Rutledge spoke,
"yes, the men are ready whenever...24hr stand by...as soon as we left port we were an operational unit heading for 'THE ZONE' as we call it...i believe we are prepared, honestly...this will enlighten us on how things are really done during artic warfare, very informitive...the men are egar to learn...well..most of them.."
"Hahahaha..some are scated of a light snow fall..."
The drinks arrived, the two gentlemen officers reviced them,
"Thank you, this should be good then!"
Admiral Press lifted his glass...
"cheers!"
General Rutledge lifted his aswell,
"Tomorrows weather sounds quite deadly...yes? the others have yet to arrive.."