NationStates Jolt Archive

Baradas International Airport

Tribenkian Airlines 00707 touched down on the runway, it was a pretty decent flight for the men, at least they were not in those choppy little cargo planes. Soon they arrived in a pretty decent airport and the sign "Welcome to the Kingdom of Tribenkia" greeted them, along with serveral tribenkians rather bewildered that they came in civilian clothing. One of them said, "They are actually going to protect us?"

A Tribenkian officer soon picked the lot up and introduced himself. "Good morning, I am Lt. Al-Halarin. There are Squad rosters pinned up behind me, and signs that lead you to the rooms where you will get your equipment, change up and you are moving out the your apporate barracks or outposts when you are done."

The men went up to see what their squad was and who were inside them, many were dying to get into the same squad to those whom they made friends with on the planes. Some sadly said goodbye, while others joyfully united as a squad. In one section of the roster titled "D Company" laid this:

Squad 6
Squad Leader: Ingram Hasley
-Thomas Vanek
-Marcus Goering
-Ill'riplo Por'soi
-Ozymandias XXXII
-Ivan Sokolovska
-John Davis

Ingram walked into the arms room, and loaded his rifle "So, when are we going to kill stuff?"

The Tribenkian arms distributers were kind of shocked. "Kill what?" they asked, "Aren't you a peacekeeper not a peacebreaker?" They said with a laugh.

Ingram walked into the arms room, and loaded his rifle "So, when are we going to kill stuff?"

Thomas Vanek walked into the room. "Hi Ingram, been keeping well?"

Ozymandias XXXII found a little disgust in being one of, if not THE, oldest guy to volunteer. Thankfully, he found a guy in his company who looked to be in his late 20's or early 30's, not much younger than himself. The rest were just kids in their prime.

When he heard Ingram spout "So, when are we going to kill stuff?" Ozymandias had a few choice words he felt like saying to him, but decided to keep them to himself.

Ivan Sokolovska walked into the room picking up the equipment and selected a M16 that looked good to him. He turned to the other three squad members who walked in before, he did not know anyone because his friends were moved to other squads.

"Greetings comrades." he said happily.

The man walked into the room, surveying the occupants through his eyes. He then proceeded in.

"Hello. I see you are the unit I'm assigned to. Good to meet you."

John Davis looked at the squad roster for the room assignment. He walked to the room and found that most of the squad are there already. He loaded his M16 rifle with precision and left it on safety. He slid the Bretta into its' holster. The grenades were already hooked on to the belt. Some of the Tribenkian soldiers laughed at him for his age although he is older than a few. Time to prove to them that age in battle doesn't matter in this peacekeeping area. To him, this station looks more like a recruiting station with youngsters volunteering and some rather old men. John nodded to the rest of his squad and leaned against the wall for some assignment to come along.

The Tribenkian arms distributers were kind of shocked. "Kill what?" they asked, "Aren't you a peacekeeper not a peacebreaker?" They said with a laugh.

"I'm a Marine" said Ingram, looking down the sight of the rifle, then checking the clip, before seeing everybody else looking shocked. Ingram didn't care because of he knew what was best for the squad, before turning to Vanek "Yes I have" he replied, writing his name on his helmet and holstering his pistol "Just a tip for the battle when everybody else is shooting shoot in the same direction"

"So, what are we going to do here anyway?"

"Peacekeeping" said Ingram under his breath "I personally hate this stuff 'only shoot if you're shot at' It makes no sense!"

"Peacekeeping" said Ingram under his breath "I personally hate this stuff 'only shoot if you're shot at' It makes no sense!"

"Seriously? My dad just forced me to go here, something about "building character"."

"Forced?" Said Ingram "That's not like him at all"

"Forced?" Said Ingram "That's not like him at all"

"Yah, well, you've only seen him for what, max 1 hour? He can be nice if he wants to, but I was just mainly moaping around the place... and then he found this. But I'd laugh if I died here, my dad would never be himself again." Ryan shuddered.

"No one gets left behind, not under my command" said Ingram, handing Ryan a helmet

"No one gets left behind, not under my command" said Ingram, handing Ryan a helmet

"That sounds excellent." said Ryan, examing the helmet. "Top notch. Now let's hope the driver doesn't suck at driving."

"No one gets left behind, not under my command" said Ingram, handing Ryan a helmet
"Yeah, isn't that what they all say?" said Ozymandias as he was inspecting the M249 the arms distributer had given him.

"No all" Replied Ingram, handing the soldier a helmet "What's your name Marine?"

"No all" Replied Ingram, handing the soldier a helmet "What's your name Marine?"

Ozymandias took the helmet and quickly put it on to free his hands so he could continue to look over his SAW. "It's Ozymandias XXXII, and your's?"

"You seen much action before?" Ivan said to Ingram as he started to clip on his belt and checked his M9 if it needed cleaning.

"Yes" replied Ingram dully "182 confirmed kills in ground action"

"Alright men, you have 10 mintues to change after which we will escort you guys out to the Carkpark where you will be taken to your ride." said the Tribenkian soldiers to the squad. They pointed out the dressing rooms, there was one per soldier.

Ingram was already in his BDU, and had but 2 playing cards in his helmet for good luck "So, Ivan, you ever shot at anyone before?"

The Alfegan looked at disgust at the conventional weapons on the table. He had brought his own.

He unslung the AF-07P, and seeing as he had already collected most of his equipment, stripped down the rifle quickly and oiled the working parts, before performing a functions test and loading a 30 x 5.56mm NATO round clip.

He did the same for his pistol, an AP-1, and loaded that with a clip of 19 x 9mm Parabellum rounds.

Once finished, he quickly oiled his knife, before using it to inscribe his initials into the front of the helmet.

Now to see what AT gun they had given him. The UN named it differently to what he was used to: an AT - 04. It was unguided, and it would be useless in an urban situation because of its backwash.

Nevermind though. He had used some of these before, and knew that they still could do damage.

Ingram looked over at the Alfegan "I see you don't like UN issued weapons" he said, tapping his magazine against his helmet to see if there were rounds in the clip

"Nope. I like the weapons of Alfegos. They are much better."

He quickly loaded a magazine with ammo he had bought from Alfegos: 40 HEAP rounds, each surrounded by a copper jacket and filled with a potent explosive, marked with the Alfegos symbol for that kind: a blue and silver banded tip.

He then loaded his magazines making sure that he was putting in tracer.

"Do I have to use UN standardised tracer?"

"It's UN regulations" Said Ingram under his breath, almost regretfully "So, you here for action or are you one of those goody two shoes UN peacekeepers?"

Ingram was already in his BDU, and had but 2 playing cards in his helmet for good luck "So, Ivan, you ever shot at anyone before?"

"Yeah, few times actually during a tribal conflict in Alversia. 12 confirmed kills." Ivan said to Ingram as he wrote his name on his helmet.

He walked into the changing rooms and put on his UN BDU. He emerged 6 minutes later clipping on his belt and vest.

"Tribal conflict?" questioned Ingram

"Yeah. The Colonial Alliance and the Tribal Stronghold. Drvarska sent a couple divisions to support the CA but we pulled out after they were overun. I was wounded when our truck ran over a mine." Ivan said and he loaded his M4 and put on his helmet.

"I was hit seven times by a 30 caliber machine gun" Said Ingram "It happend in the Caz'e-Londinian wars"

Ivan was impressed at Ingram, he was happy to know that they had a tough and experienced squad leader.

"Wow, I only got hit in the leg and arm by some shrapnel." he said.

"Just point me at the enemy."

John carried his army uniform and walked into the changing rooms. Moments later, he emerged smoothing out the creases in the trousers. He clipped the belt on and heard the rest of his squad discussing their past.

"John Davis. Served in wars which names I could not tell you. 54 confirmed ground kills. 14 vehicle kills. I hijacked an enemy tank but it broke down. Atleast...that was what it seemed. I pressed something and the whole thing wouldn't move anymore. I can't drive anyways."

"Oh well"

The Alfegan loaded purple tracer into his gun: it was a compromise between blue and red tracer, and was used by the AAF, instead of the blue tracer used by the navy and army.

He then put on his assault vest, and checked all his equipment. Again, it was different to UN issue, being of a different pattern of DPM. He quickly flicked out his multitool, checked it was OK, and then foled it down and slotted it into a pocket.

He went over to his DPM Bergan, opened the top and took out an Alfegos 24 hour ration pack, which was promptly ripped open. The main meals and bisvuits were deposited back inside, in internal pockets, while the chocolate, the boiled sweets and the hot drinks sachets were put into various pockets.

Now he knew he was ready, even though he had irregular kit. He picked up his AF-07 rifle, and slotted a Laser Designator underneath it.

"When do we move out?"

"We are meant to go to the carpark for our ride. We should go when the others finish changing." Ivan said as adjusted the straps on his helmet and vest.

Marcus had a camera slung around his neck. It was an old model, maybe 50 years old by the looks of it. He walked into the changing rooms and put on the UN DPM. He came out and few minutes later and checked the equipment he was issued. He looked at the M16A2 and smiled. It would do.

"What is the camara for?" asked Ivan.

The Alfegan looked around the room, before walking over to where there was a water tap. He filled his bottle with water, thentook out another bottle. This, he decanted a powder into, before filling with water and quickly hiding it inside his webbing. No-one must know he took Foresight.

"Excuse me, I just have to prepare you. I am the driver, and hold exceptionally tight your guns." Ryan smiled.

He took a quick swig of the stuff, then turned and faced everyone.

"I can assure you that your driving isn't as bad as mine!"

He then checked his equipment again, compuslivly.

"What food do we get?"

"It belonged to my..." He paused for a moment. "Great-great-great Grandfather. I have it for luck, still works too. I'm Marcus."

"Interesting, Im Ivan." Ivan said to Marcus.

Ivan watched the Alfegan walk over, he noticed when he drank his water some sort of strange reaction. But he did not mind and went forth to introduce himself to the driver.

"Hey there, Im Ivan." Ivan said to the driver.

After being practically forgotten about by Ingram, Ozymandias walked over to and leaned against the wall and lit up a cigarette. He heard the conversation they were having about their kill counts, battle wounds, etc and muttered to himself, "Cocky little brats."

Looking around the room in his leaning position, John spotted a what seemed like a war veteran lighting a cigarette. Watching the clock above the door, John waited for his squad to move to the car park.

The Alfegan walked out to the carpark, and had antoher lot of the stuff. As he did, the images started flashing inf ront of his eyes. It was OK though. This wasn't addictive and it helped him feel more confortable.

Ivan followed the Alfegan out into the carpark noticing again a strange reaction but Ivan continued to ignore it. He walked over to him.

"Whats your name Alfegan?" Ivan asked as he put on his helmet.

"Alright men, this is your ride, a WIMK."

A South Tribenkian Soldier drove the Land Rover up to them. Here is a map, take it. Your baracks is in near the border in Bordoas City."

Map (http://img107.mytextgraphics.com/photolava/2007/10/08/kingdomofsouthtribenkia-4838j3oq9.jpg)
Legend:
Light Green-Airstrip
Red-Urban Areas
BlackLine-Shoreline
Grey-Main roads

"It is a 4 story building with a Carkpark Entrance in fromt of it, which leads to the carpark where you may park your car. Right in front would be the border post, and drive further down its North Tribenkia so do not make a mistake." he said with a little concern.

John piled in at the back seat waiting for the others to get in. He waited for the driver to get in. Holding tight to his rifle, John made sure to be ready for an attack if there is one.

"Great....just great. This WIMK isn't going to protect us much."

"It will do." Ivan said and he climbed into the back.

He checked and loaded the 50 Cal. that was mounted on top of the WIMK.

Marcus walked out to the carpark and got into the WIMK.
"Hell, if we're gonna die, we're gonna die. No piece a metal would change that." He held his rifle but took a roll of the film out and put it his helmet.

"Call me Dei'soi. It is what most of my friends call me."

He climbed into the WIMK.

"This is not a good vehicle, compared to the Stryker. But it will do."

He slung the missile launcher onto his back.

"Which of oyu are gonna help me and carry some of these missiles?"

Ozymandias climbed in and took a seet next to John Davis, who's name he had discovered while listening to everyone's conversations. "You should loosen up John, we won't be seeing any action yet. We're too far from the border for a ground attack."

Ingram pulled himself up on the WIMK and sat down "How long is the drive to the city?"

Ingram pulled himself up on the WIMK and sat down "How long is the drive to the city?"

The Tribenkian Soldier told him, about 9 hour or so. It won't be too long, of course unless the traffic is bad.

"An ambush can happen anywhere.....anytime." John was speaking from experience when he was an active soldier. His envoy was travelling through a safe village when enemy terrorists appeared on the buildings' windows. It was chaos as soldiers were dropping to the floor like flies and the survivors were 25 out of 150. Not only that, the vehicles were either disabled or burnt out with supplies dwindling....all John and his team of survivors could hope for is a rescue mission.

Shaking the memories from his head, John helped carried some missiles and waited for the truck to go.

Ivan finished loading the 50 Cal. and helped pull some of the missiles on board.

Ivan listened to John as he mentioned an ambush could happen anywhere at anytime. It brought back a memory to Ivan during the time he was wounded after a mine exploded under his truck and a whole group of militia running at them. His memory was interrupted as Dei'soi handed him a missile.

"An ambush can happen anywhere.....anytime." John was speaking from experience when he was an active soldier. His envoy was travelling through a safe village when enemy terrorists appeared on the buildings' windows. It was chaos as soldiers were dropping to the floor like flies and the survivors were 25 out of 150. Not only that, the vehicles were either disabled or burnt out with supplies dwindling....all John and his team of survivors could hope for is a rescue mission.

Shaking the memories from his head, John helped carried some missiles and waited for the truck to go.
"In an asymetrical war, that would be true. But the enemy has a standing army, they wouldn't resort to such tactics. The most we'll have to worry about right now are airstrikes, and your rifle won't do much against those, pal."

The radio Buzzed. "We have report of gunfire coming from the city of Borodas, it might seem the war has started, i hope you guys are not lost, we need you there ASAP. Oh wait, we have a chopper down, i repeat we have a chopper down, find it, and check for survivours. It went down 10 miles south of the City, since your along theat route help us search please, over and out."

Ivan heard the radio tansmission, he picked up his M4 and loaded it as well as taking the safety off. He stood up and manned the 50 cal.

He hoped that there were survivors from the helicopter crash.

Marcus hefted his gun up slightly.
"Into the breach, eh?" He sent a message back on the radio saying they were en route. "Which we heading to first, folks?"

The Alfegan quickly did a combat check of his rifle, stripping it down and oiling its perfect interior. He then quickly slotted it back togehter and tested the mechanism and saftey. Once done, he loaded a magazine of HEAP rounds.

"Can't be too careful. Make sure you look after those missiles guys, I'll need them!" he joked.

(OOC: Not much happening guys.)

Ivan heard the Alfegan joke and he noticed a few missiles rolling around his feet.

"Make sure they dont trip me over when im firing this thing." he said.

OCC: Heh, thought everyone lost intrest in it :p

I will start posting more events if more join in, no point RPing a squad with 1 person active :P!!!

The Alfegan was getting a bit bored now. He tinkered witht he mechanism in the missile launcher, checked the device, and then picked up the missiles and stuck them into a clip-on rack on the side of the launcher. He then began fiddling with the Paltop he carried, a standard pieceof equipment in the Alfegos army.

They were ages away from their destination, and he doubted an AT man would be needed. He amused himself by drinking more of his altered water, before unsheathing his knife and throwing it up and down, catching it effortlessly.

John yawned as the vehicle tumbled along the terrain. This will be the top ten most boring day of his life.....Feeling some of the jet lag, John said to the others,"Wake me up if anything happens." He closed his eyes but held tight to the missiles for a much needed nap.

The Alfegan soldier walked up to the front, now finished juggling his knife.
"Driver, what's our ETA?"

Ivan sat down and was tired after the arrival and wanted to get some sleep as well. He took off his helmet and stared at the picture of his family that he stuck inside behind the liner, he smiled then tilted his head back and started to close his eyes clutching on to his helmet and M16.