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Overview of Greal's colonies Grunt and Lasom.

Grunt

In 1943, a group of Greal colonists were massacred in Grunt by natives of Grunt. Then, the Greal military launched a full scale invasion of the whole island, resulting in a 10 year war. In 1953, the Gruntian military finally surrendered. The fight over a 65,000 square mile island had killed or wounded 1 million on both sides. A few months earlier, another rebellion on Grunt was contained after a few weeks of fighting. Now, the Gruntian rebels, encouraged by fleeing Red Skull troops, prepared for another war.........

(Grunt is now 80,000 square miles, they drained some of the ocean away)

Lasom

In the 1960s, the island was peacefully taken over by a Greal division of troops. The island had never rebelled during Greal rule, but like Grunt, the Lasom people were also encouraged to fight the Greal troops..........

City Hall, Grunt City

Captain Patrick Brown stood guard at the City hall, he was extremely bored. Most of the Greal troops in grunt wanted to go back to Greal and fight the Red Skull, but now, the Red Skull were starting to lose, so the generals didn't see the point of moving them back to Greal. Patrick resented these Gruntian people, he felt that they deserved this Greal rule, his 3 uncles were actually killed in action here in Grunt. Now, unknown to him, he was going to see some action......

His thoughts were interrupted by gunshots down the street. He drew his T91 assault rifle, the other guards guarding the city hall did the same. More gunshots were heard, it sounded more like a shot gun to Patrick, then he heard a yell down the street.
"CHARGE! FOR GRUNT!"yelled the voices, then a mob of Gruntians charged the city hall, Patrick let off a few shots, one hit a Gruntain that was in the "front ranks".
Patrick and the guards were outnumbered, so he quickly ran back into the city hall building along with the other guards. He had killed the first person of the war.

Lossow, Lasom

The city looked brand new, it had been helped by the new metro system that was built in the city. Lasom people went on their daily lives, but that was about to change.......

[OOC: I'll pop in if nobody minds and a reference point, e.g. relative location on earth, is provided...]

OOC: Is a full scale rebellion starting now? Or is it just riots at this point?

OOC:

Stoklomolvi, Grunt is about 500 miles east of western Greal, and Lasom is 200 miles south of Grunt.

Errikland, in Grunt is in a full scale rebellion, in Lasom I'll start with riots.

President Holtz received a telegram

----------------Attention----------------
To: President John Holtz
From: Holy Paradisian Intelligence Agency
Intelligence report confirms a rebellion has flared up on the island of Grunt, a Greal colony. Suggestion: Take action to support Greal.

OOC: I'm just keeping an eye on it. Not a tag, just waiting.

The Grand World Order had troops deployed in Greal, as well as the Grand Commander himself. They were helping the nation fight off it's rebellions, and Grunt had caught the GWO's attention. Two Amphibious Assault Ships, laden with Womer-deployed Marines and Army Personnel, began departing Womer for Grunt. Five C-130s filled with Federal Guardsmen, disassembled Apache Helicopters and RSAV Riot Tanks, took off from the GWO's nearest colonies.

To the Government of Greal,

We wish to do whatever we can to assist our brothers in Greal with this horrid occurrence, that is both unwarranted and unnecessary, by these people who should be happy that they are so well of as it is. I am willing to pledge a force of 100,000 troops, with 200 tanks, and 1 battleship group. You tell me where they are most needed and I will send them there.

Signed,
Jim Lange
President
The Republic of the Beatus

Lossow, Lasom

First, it started with a protest outside the Governor's home, the governor was from Lasom, but he was Pro-Greal, and he did things that Greal wanted.

A group of 500 protesters protested outside the governor's home, calling for elections, higher wages, and Lasom's freedom from Greal. 300 Greal police officers and Greal Imperial guards watched the protesters and made sure no violence broke out. The Greal police and Imperial Guard were armed to the teeth along with riot shields.

Things got worst when a gunshot was fired from a Greal Imperial Guard, the gunshot was fired above the protester's heads, but the bullet hit someone, a 11 year old girl. She was ok, the gunshot wound was not fatal, but it sparked a outrage in the protesters. Things got even more worst when a brick was thrown at the Governor's home, destroying a window. The Governor ordered the riot police to "blast" them away.

Water cannons, tear gas, and rubber bullets were used, but the crowd got angrier and threw more bricks, evidently, a Protester got his hands on a shotgun.......

To the Government of Greal,

We wish to do whatever we can to assist our brothers in Greal with this horrid occurrence, that is both unwarranted and unnecessary, by these people who should be happy that they are so well of as it is. I am willing to pledge a force of 100,000 troops, with 200 tanks, and 1 battleship group. You tell me where they are most needed and I will send them there.

Signed,
Jim Lange
President
The Republic of the Beatus

Message to the Beatus

We accpet this offer, right now, the rebellion is spreading faster then our troops can handle it.

OOC: I would join now to support the independence of the colonies if not for the "Only 1 war per time" diplomatic meme accepted throughly my nation. After the conflict in Evoinia ends, I might, if it's not already too late for it.

OOC: Okay, I understand, I do need someone to support the Colonies's independence.

OOC: I would join now to support the independence of the colonies if not for the "Only 1 war per time" diplomatic meme accepted throughly my nation. After the conflict in Evoinia ends, I might, if it's not already too late for it.

Within hours the nearest Battleship group to Grunt City, arrived. As riots were occurring, and at this time loss of human life was to be avoided at all cost, specially designed shells, designed for large scale rioting were being loaded. They were basically large, air-burst, CS gas containers, that would distribute large amounts of CS gas rapidly. When the order came in to begin the campaign, the Battleships 12 massive 16 inch guns opened fire on the island, within minutes Grunt City was enshrouded in a cloud of CS gas. Then the marines, on board the landing ships that were assigned to the Battleship group, put on they're gas masks, readied they're weapons, and prepared to land on the shores of Grunt, and move for the capital to install marshal law over the city.

Within hours the nearest Battleship group to Lossow, Lasom, arrived. As riots were occurring, and at this time loss of human life was to be avoided at all cost, specially designed shells, designed for large scale rioting were being loaded. They were basically large, air-burst, CS gas containers, that would distribute large amounts of CS gas rapidly. When the order came in to begin the campaign, the Battleships 12 massive 16 inch guns opened fire on the island, within minutes the city of Lossow was enshrouded in a cloud of CS gas. Then the marines, on board the landing ships that were assigned to the Battleship group, put on they're gas masks, readied they're weapons, and prepared to land on the shores of Lasom, and move for the capital to install marshal law over the city.

OOC; Its just a riot in Lossow, and Lossow is way beyond the range of the 16 inch gun range............Probably grunt will do good, for now.

[OOC: Could you be specific as to where these cities are in relationship to things like water?]

[OOC: Could you be specific as to where these cities are in relationship to things like water?]

OOC: Grunt city is on the coast, a long river strechs across the water, I'll tell you later about these things, I gotta go...I'll be back.

[OOC: there, changed my post to Grunt City.]

Location: Lasome near the governor's mason

Slipping on the knocked out police officer's uniform, Uri emerged from the alleyway. He slipped his way in amongst the other police officers as they attempted to quell the riot. If you want to right the history books you must first live through the history. He thought as he pulled the pin from a tear gas can and threw it into the crowd. It erupted in a plume of purple smoke.

An official telegram flashed on the Governor's computer screen.

To: the Governor of Lasome
From: Benuhal External Affairs

We have sent an agent know as Uri has been dispatched to ensure your well being. In the case of a full scale rebellion please follow his guidelines so we may ensure you escape this alive. Although we hope this instance will not occur.

The State Department, Mer de Noms
The Armed Republic was starting down the long road of War with the hated Federation, though that did not mean that the Junta’s attention was myopic; indeed, divisions of the State Department prowled intelligence and press reports from far-flung regions of the World for seizure. It was only a matter of time before a report ended up on the Arch Arsonists desk.

The Office of the Arch Arsonist, Mer de Noms
“What do you make of this Klara?” asked Adam, throwing the small dossier on Greal and its colonies across his desk. He sat back in his chair, his cane perched neatly on the edge of his desk.

“Sir, to be honest, we know little about Greal. Their nation is currently a hotbed of every anti-military… military force. Their secret police force, the ‘Red Skull…’ “ said Klara, stifling a laugh, “attempted a coup, and the nation and its colonies are pretty destabilized.”

“General, this might be good practice for dealing with the Vetakans. Intelligence estimates say that the island of Lasom is ripe for the picking. Most of Greal’s forces from preliminary SATREC should be in the island of Grunt, though many have been recalled to fight the Red Skull. We can try and further destabilize the island by providing guns and money to agitators, and use this as a laboratory for arms shipments to anti-UFAN domestics” said Director Swietoslaw of the State Security Administration. “We can increase support overtly once the island descends into chaos, pick a side, and back it, possibly with a rapid reaction force, or more, if necessary.”

“I agree, Director” replied the General of the Armies Kaspyr Wojtek, “we do not have any counter insurgency expertise, especially against a crippled or dissolved army. My men can institute a regime change on the island, and back it similarly to how we anticipate backing the White Phoneix. We will probably encounter a post-war insurgency, which we can then quell at our leisure. We might take casualties, but whatever lessons we learn in this theater will save lives in the UFAN theater. “

Adam Wincenty sat forward, placing his head on his fists. “Gentlemen and women, what say you?”

The vote came down 8-5 in favor of action.

“Director Swietoslaw, dispatch an asset to Lasom. I want arms shipments in that theater within 48 hours. Divert shipments to Lerasia if necessary.”

Lasom, Capital, Sovereign Territory of Greal
Special Agent Janus Deckard, code-named “Meerkat,” walked the streets of the capital of the island. He had $1,200,000 in Greal Dollars in the brief case at his side, unmarked, and taken from the Commerce Department’s reserve of foreign currency. Packed above that was a non-ferrous PRA-120 box gun. A second rested heavily in his left breast pocket. An L-26 pistol sat comfortably on his side, while an equally small DAC-99 rested comfortably on his chest holster under his suit jacket. He rounded a corner, when, beneath his darkened sun glasses, he saw a full scale riot ensuing. He pulled someone who looked important over as the police started firing. Slipping a $100 into the man’s hand, he said

“What is going on? Who started these riots?”

The State Department, Mer de Noms
The Armed Republic was starting down the long road of War with the hated Federation, though that did not mean that the Junta’s attention was myopic; indeed, divisions of the State Department prowled intelligence and press reports from far-flung regions of the World for seizure. It was only a matter of time before a report ended up on the Arch Arsonists desk.

The Office of the Arch Arsonist, Mer de Noms
“What do you make of this Klara?” asked Adam, throwing the small dossier on Greal and its colonies across his desk. He sat back in his chair, his cane perched neatly on the edge of his desk.

“Sir, to be honest, we know little about Greal. Their nation is currently a hotbed of every anti-military… military force. Their secret police force, the ‘Red Skull…’ “ said Klara, stifling a laugh, “attempted a coup, and the nation and its colonies are pretty destabilized.”

“General, this might be good practice for dealing with the Vetakans. Intelligence estimates say that the island of Lasom is ripe for the picking. Most of Greal’s forces from preliminary SATREC should be in the island of Grunt, though many have been recalled to fight the Red Skull. We can try and further destabilize the island by providing guns and money to agitators, and use this as a laboratory for arms shipments to anti-UFAN domestics” said Director Swietoslaw of the State Security Administration. “We can increase support overtly once the island descends into chaos, pick a side, and back it, possibly with a rapid reaction force, or more, if necessary.”

“I agree, Director” replied the General of the Armies Kaspyr Wojtek, “we do not have any counter insurgency expertise, especially against a crippled or dissolved army. My men can institute a regime change on the island, and back it similarly to how we anticipate backing the White Phoneix. We will probably encounter a post-war insurgency, which we can then quell at our leisure. We might take casualties, but whatever lessons we learn in this theater will save lives in the UFAN theater. “

Adam Wincenty sat forward, placing his head on his fists. “Gentlemen and women, what say you?”

The vote came down 8-5 in favor of action.

“Director Swietoslaw, dispatch an asset to Lasom. I want arms shipments in that theater within 48 hours. Divert shipments to Lerasia if necessary.”

Lasom, Capital, Sovereign Territory of Greal
Special Agent Janus Deckard, code-named “Meerkat,” walked the streets of the capital of the island. He had $1,200,000 in Greal Dollars in the brief case at his side, unmarked, and taken from the Commerce Department’s reserve of foreign currency. Packed above that was a non-ferrous PRA-120 box gun. A second rested heavily in his left breast pocket. An L-26 pistol sat comfortably on his side, while an equally small DAC-99 rested comfortably on his chest holster under his suit jacket. He rounded a corner, when, beneath his darkened sun glasses, he saw a full scale riot ensuing. He pulled someone who looked important over as the police started firing. Slipping a $100 into the man’s hand, he said

“What is going on? Who started these riots?”

The man he had approached was a ex-rebel of Grunt, he fled to Lason to escape from the Greal army.

"Who started these riots? Probably a Lasom Pro-independence man. Who are you by the way?"asked The ex-rebel, he was naturally suspicious of the stranger that approached him and even handed him 100 Greal dollars.

City Hall, Grunt City, Grunt

Patrick was in the city hall with barely 2 platoons, plus a few Imperial Guards that guarded the back. The mob outside had around a thousand in his opinion. But, very few of the mob had guns, even modern assault rifles. So, his men had the advantage in weapons, but if they went outside, they would be attacked by bricks, bullets, sticks, even a RPG that had just blasted a hole in the wall, but the hole was quickly covered by a desk.

Patrick ran upstairs, bullets were hitting the wall, but they did not go through. So, he broke a small hole in a window and fired out of it, he saw that the mob had gotten more weapons, no doubt captured from the Gruntian police. The mob was hiding behind a brick wall in front of the City hall, others were hiding behind cars that were parked nearby.
"This ought to shake you up."said Patrick quietly, he opened the window in one quick move and threw the grenade at the car. the explosion ripped the car to pieces and probably killed the Gruntains behind it, but he had no time to look, he shut the window as the explosion was happening, and hid behind the "bullet proof wall".

The 2 platoons was spread out around the house, the Imperial Guards were too valuable to sacrifice, so he left them in the middle of the building so they could blast any attempt to get into the building. Patrick's men were veterans of Aflegos civil war, and the communist rebellion in Greal. The other platoon was commanded by Captain Grant, who decided that Captain Patrick could be in charge of the 2 platoons, but Patrick refused. The city hall was under siege.

Patrick fired out of the window over and over, but he knew it was a waste of time, and worst, waste of ammunition. The Gruntains outnumbered so much that even a billion bullets wouldn't do much good. He had enough ammunition for a few days, unless the Gruntains were smart enough to charge and waste the ammunition for them. Patrick then ordered his one of his two only machine gun crews to the the 3rd floor, and fire at the Gruntians from there. the machine gun picked up their Hell raiser machine gun and took it to the 3rd floor, a few minutes later he heard the machine gun fire.

The battle for the city hall was on...........

OOC: I'm taking appropriate action this time

The fleet of submarines loaded with the special forces was snorkeling just below the waves, when a report came in from fleet HQ. The Red Skull uprising had been stamped out too quickly for the SF's to arrive and have any effect. However this new rebellion was just getting started. The subs were ordered to make all do haste to the island of Grunt to help their comrades in arms there.

OOC: I'm taking appropriate action this time

The fleet of submarines loaded with the special forces was snorkeling just below the waves, when a report came in from fleet HQ. The Red Skull uprising had been stamped out too quickly for the SF's to arrive and have any effect. However this new rebellion was just getting started. The subs were ordered to make all do haste to the island of Grunt to help their comrades in arms there.

Gruntian Waters


Greal Dragon Destroyers were watching the waters for any enemy submarine. In the previous Gruntian rebellion, a unknown submarine came and dropped off a group of foreigners that were suspected in giving weapons to the rebels. They wouldn't let that happen again.

Lasom, Capital, Sovereign Territory of Greal
S.A. Deckard looked at the man from behind his glasses. He was clearly hardened, and looked like the kind of outlaw that usually ran, or, at the very least, fought in rebellions. Not one of “Allah’s Chosen” from Kahanistan, more like a dock worker who had thrown a wrench at his supervisor.
“My name is Nicholas White, and I represent a party interested in seeking independence for the people of Lasom. I don’t have time for formalities,” he dictated, taking a relaxed, yet aggressive stance, “In 36 hours, a ballistic missile submarine loaded heavy with weapons will jettison its cargo. If you want any shot at obtaining this cargo, you will bring me to your leader.”

OOC: Just FYI its the same fleet as last time constituting 20 submarines of the U212 class. Each carries a Light platoon of special forces consisting of 15 members. All totaled thats 300 troops.

To the nation of Greal

Royal State Department Official Telegram,

The Colonial Empire of The Royal Code wishes to inquire the motives of the Grunt rebels, and the motives of the Greal forces that oppose them. We wish to be shown the political standpoint of both parties. Why does Grunt wish to rebel and why does Greal wish to crush them?

RSD, CERC

Message to the Beatus

We accpet this offer, right now, the rebellion is spreading faster then our troops can handle it.

the theocracy of Rogue Protoss shall send 200,000 of the Penal Legionarres to aid Greal in this Rebellion, under command of Prelate Zeratul

The Amphibious Assault Ships were within Grunt Territorial Waters. They rounded the island to the port capital and anchored about 200 feet away. The C-130s were arriving, and began circling the island. They sent a message to the City Hall, asking for an airport to land at.

(OOC: I CS gassed Grunt City, the city hall area should be feeling the effects of it too.)

(OOC: I CS gassed Grunt City, the city hall area should be feeling the effects of it too.)


((OOC: The GWO Fleet doesn't know if they are getting the effects. They might be wearing gas masks or have an airtight room.))

((OOC: The GWO Fleet doesn't know if they are getting the effects. They might be wearing gas masks or have an airtight room.))

(OCC: wasn't talking to you, talking to Greal, srry, but they would also be affected, and the CS gas will make for low visibility and a hard landing.

OOC: I also will need a secluded beach to land my SF's at

Wolf Pack Alfa-1 were running silent and deep. Using their hydrogen drives to run almost silently. The three submarines of Alfa-1 were running point for the rest of the fleet, which followed roughly 10 klicks behind them. They were close to the island, close enough to run into some destroyer patrols.

Lasom, Capital, Sovereign Territory of Greal
S.A. Deckard looked at the man from behind his glasses. He was clearly hardened, and looked like the kind of outlaw that usually ran, or, at the very least, fought in rebellions. Not one of “Allah’s Chosen” from Kahanistan, more like a dock worker who had thrown a wrench at his supervisor.
“My name is Nicholas White, and I represent a party interested in seeking independence for the people of Lasom. I don’t have time for formalities,” he dictated, taking a relaxed, yet aggressive stance, “In 36 hours, a ballistic missile submarine loaded heavy with weapons will jettison its cargo. If you want any shot at obtaining this cargo, you will bring me to your leader.”

Lossow, Lasom

The ex-rebel stared at him in shock. This foreigner was indeed telling the truth because the ex-rebel could tell if somebody was lying.
"I'm James."said the ex-rebel, he didn't say his last name because he didn't quite trust this man yet."You want to see the leader of this riot?"

To the nation of Greal

Royal State Department Official Telegram,

The Colonial Empire of The Royal Code wishes to inquire the motives of the Grunt rebels, and the motives of the Greal forces that oppose them. We wish to be shown the political standpoint of both parties. Why does Grunt wish to rebel and why does Greal wish to crush them?

RSD, CERC

The Greal Government does not know why the Gruntians are rebelling. We wish to keep it because Grunt has always been a colony of Greal.

OOC; Whats CS gas? Can Gas masks work on it?

The letter was set aside on the desk. The next picked up and examined, the political outline of Greal, not exactly prime ally material. The document was crumbled up in the fist of the Minister of Defense.

There was something about Grunt he thought was important to the Royal Code, he just couldnt remember what... was it a blackhelm confederacy connection? Or was it....

Regardless or not, he knew there was something important; some file locked away in an endless warehouse, or buried in a hard drive. Something had to be done.

A short time later,

The Grunt Colony
0112 hours

A small rubber inflatable craft came bumping ashore on Grunt. It was an empty beach, with no roads or buildings anywhere in sight past the short trees. On this clear cool night, the moon provided more than enough light for the two operatives who had gone ashore in the boat.

A middle-aged man of dark complextion, and a much younger female of fair skin and blonde hair, the two spies pulled their craft ashore and stripped off their wetsuits, changing into proper cross-country attire.

"You ready?" the man asked.
The woman looked up at him as she slipped her jacket on, "Are you?"
He chuckled, and out of his bag, took two of his handguns, and opened the reciever enough to confirm visually that there was a round loaded in the chamber. He double checked the safety switch, and secured the pistols in their respective rib and thigh holsters.

"Be careful out there Urilla." he said.
"I will. Keep in touch." she replied with a wink.

The two went seperate ways, she going down the beach, he off into the woodline. The nearest Grunt cities were a good hike away.

The Royal Code would have her answers.

The letter was set aside on the desk. The next picked up and examined, the political outline of Greal, not exactly prime ally material. The document was crumbled up in the fist of the Minister of Defense.

There was something about Grunt he thought was important to the Royal Code, he just couldnt remember what... was it a blackhelm confederacy connection? Or was it....

Regardless or not, he knew there was something important; some file locked away in an endless warehouse, or buried in a hard drive. Something had to be done.

A short time later,

The Grunt Colony
0112 hours

A small rubber inflatable craft came bumping ashore on Grunt. It was an empty beach, with no roads or buildings anywhere in sight past the short trees. On this clear cool night, the moon provided more than enough light for the two operatives who had gone ashore in the boat.

A middle-aged man of dark complextion, and a much younger female of fair skin and blonde hair, the two spies pulled their craft ashore and stripped off their wetsuits, changing into proper cross-country attire.

"You ready?" the man asked.
The woman looked up at him as she slipped her jacket on, "Are you?"
He chuckled, and out of his bag, took two of his handguns, and opened the reciever enough to confirm visually that there was a round loaded in the chamber. He double checked the safety switch, and secured the pistols in their respective rib and thigh holsters.

"Be careful out there Urilla." he said.
"I will. Keep in touch." she replied with a wink.

The two went seperate ways, she going down the beach, he off into the woodline. The nearest Grunt cities were a good hike away.

The Royal Code would have her answers.

OOC: the nearest city is Gaburn, less then a mile from their position, you can rp them going into the city.

OOC; Whats CS gas? Can Gas masks work on it?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CS_gas

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CS_gas

OOC; Thanks....

OOC: this is before the gas was fired

City Hall, Grunt City

Patrick's men was now down to 90, from 110 men he started with. The wounded were put on the 3rd floor, he only had one "Medical soldier" in the company, so he used 2 more men to help the wounded. It was now in the afternoon. Dozens of Gruntian people had surrounded the city hall, they had weapons and gas masks that were stolen from the police. Patrick didn't fire at all, but his machine gun crews were firing hard. Captain Patrick was relieved to see a column of tanks, APCs and Hummers coming down the road. RPGs and assault rifles were fired against the tanks, but it was like throwing paper at the tanks.

The tanks cleared a path for the APcs, and the rebels ran off as the APCs dropped off several companies of men near the city hall, there they ran into the building.
Patrick greeted the men as they came inside.
"Who is in charge here?"asked the top officer that came in
"I am sir."said Patrick
The officer looked at him for a second, he had a look of admiration on his face.
"Well done, you held off a thousand Grunt rebels. But, we still got to hold this position until Sasha sends us some helicopters. They still need the helicopters for war."said the officer, he was slightly mad about the Generals refusal to give any more helicopters to the Greal forces in grunt.
"We can hold them off sir without helicopters."said Patrick.

Deckard shook his head ever so slightly.

"Here we go again..." he thought.

"Well James, I want to see the leader of this movement, or someone who has his ear, or someone who I can give seven-hundred small arms to at 19:00 tomorrow. Think you could do that?"

Deckard moved his hands to his hips, and for a brief second, the sun reflected off of the grip of his L-26.

Deckard shook his head ever so slightly.

"Here we go again..." he thought.

"Well James, I want to see the leader of this movement, or someone who has his ear, or someone who I can give seven-hundred small arms to at 19:00 tomorrow. Think you could do that?"

Deckard moved his hands to his hips, and for a brief second, the sun reflected off of the grip of his L-26.

Lossow, Lasom

Jasmes thought about it, the Lasom rebels needed small arms, but he didn't trust this foreigner, but then again, who knows when another foreigner will come to give them small arms.
"Follow me, its not a long walk."said James, he was watching Greal police cruisers that were driving by, he was on his guard all the time.

Womer Military HQ, Womer, Greal

General Heart stood in the situation room with several other generals. The General in charge of the the military forces in grunt was yelling at him, he needed weapons to fight the rebels. General Heart was preparing for another war, and he did not have any forces to spare, but he did deploy a Imperial Guard Brigade (10,000 men) and 1 Infantry Division (30,000 men).

"General heart, I need more forces in grunt, the rebels are spreading, fast."said the Grunt General, General Raul Siller. General Siller was born in Grunt and became General of forces in Grunt since he was Pro- Government.

"Raul, there are no more forces to send, I can't send the navy, the rebels don't even have a navy."said General Heart he was mad at all his generals, he did not want another nation taking advantage of the situation.

The twenty U212's silently slipped into what was soon to be Grunt waters. One of the subs surfaced wile the others took defensive positions around it. Out of a hatch came 2 men. Thew quietly assembled a Zodiac fast attack craft. Once they had assembled it the cast off from the mother submarine and began looking for a suitable beach to land the others.

(OOC: I need a beach, but near a pro-independence town)

The twenty U212's silently slipped into what was soon to be Grunt waters. One of the subs surfaced wile the others took defensive positions around it. Out of a hatch came 2 men. Thew quietly assembled a Zodiac fast attack craft. Once they had assembled it the cast off from the mother submarine and began looking for a suitable beach to land the others.

(OOC: I need a beach, but near a pro-independence town)

OOC: Walk lane beach, its near the pro-independence town of Basman.

Mikael pushed the brush aside and saw the city, Gaburn. He stepped out from the woodline onto the road and saw a Grunt roadblock some distance away. He called to those men at the roadblock, who had seen him coming anyway. Very discretely, cloaked within his trenchcoat, he showed the Grunt soldiers his identification. The men looked at each other, and the one in charge made a guesture with his shoulder for him to pass by.

Mikael entered the city, and made his way towards whatever areas had more military personnel, for he knew the more personnel he was around, the closer he would be to a person of command.

Having gone all the way around, but still ending up at the same city anyway, Urilla didnt pass by any roadblocks, she simply slipped into the dark ally's of Gaburn, and, using the same logic, started making her way through the narrow corridors of the city towards military focus points, dispite the harrassing chants she caught along the way thanks to her beuaty.

The 2 men in the zodiac spotted a suitable landing beach. They ran the zodiac up onto the beach, pulled it up into the woods, anchored it to a nearby tree and hid it with branches and shrubs. Then they opened a case that was in the zodiac and took out civilian clothes from inside. They changed out of their wet-suits into jeans and t-shirts, with jackets. They replaced their tactical holsters with armpit holsters. Then they opened another case and pulled out two silenced .45 USP's and slipped them into the holsters. Then reaching back into the same container they pulled out a P90 (http://www.ijag.us/weapons/p90.jpg) and an M21 sniper rifle (http://tri.army.mil/LC/cs/csi/sam21rt.jpg). Lastly they pulled out a GPS system and headed towards the nearest town. Their objective was to make contact with the local freedom fighters and offer their services, as well as the services of the other 298 troops on board the subs, not to mention the 20 subs them selves.

Mikael pushed the brush aside and saw the city, Gaburn. He stepped out from the woodline onto the road and saw a Grunt roadblock some distance away. He called to those men at the roadblock, who had seen him coming anyway. Very discretely, cloaked within his trenchcoat, he showed the Grunt soldiers his identification. The men looked at each other, and the one in charge made a guesture with his shoulder for him to pass by.

Mikael entered the city, and made his way towards whatever areas had more military personnel, for he knew the more personnel he was around, the closer he would be to a person of command.

Having gone all the way around, but still ending up at the same city anyway, Urilla didnt pass by any roadblocks, she simply slipped into the dark ally's of Gaburn, and, using the same logic, started making her way through the narrow corridors of the city towards military focus points, dispite the harrassing chants she caught along the way thanks to her beuaty.

Gaburn, Grunt

The city was one of the few cities that had avoided the Greal invasion of Grunt. Garburn qiuckly fell to the Greal army in 1944. Since then, people in Gaburn usual ignored events around the world, they just wanted to get on with their lives. That was about to change.......

The two Dynamic Revolutionary Commandos made their way through the forest. Their destination, the town of Basman, was not very far away. The point man peered through the foliage and saw the lights of the town sparkling brightly. Putting his fist up the two men knelt down.
The junior man said "Praise God, we found it."
"Yea He deserves much praise."
"What do we do now?"
The senior man rolled his eyes in exasperation "We wait for dawn, unless you want to walk in there fully armed and looking hostile."

And with that the two men went about preparing a place to sleep for what remained of the night.


Three hours later the junior man was awoken with a kick to his ribs. He didn't make a sound but instead reached over and grabbed his P90. They were moving out.

"No, leave it but bring your pistol. Today, we make contact with the locals."

The two men walked out of the woods and headed for the nearest structure, they hoped whoever lived there would be able to answer there questions.


(OOC:They walked straight from the beach to the town)

In Lorela:

"We must aid these people!", shouts the great beastial Recal. His stone like fist near cracked the marble table it slammed down upon. To his right his uncle Wilhelm sits head bowed as though in prayer. His aquamarine eyes are glowing as they will when he is agitated. "We cannot. Our status as nation is already challenged, to do this will ruin us fool!" Flius continues to scream tidings of doom and destruction as Recal grows steadily angrier.

"Enough." His calm cool voice slices through the tension. "We will aid the rebels for would we not have been lost if others had not aided us?" That is the end of it. Aid shall be given to the rebels of the Greal's colonies. "Call Stix. Tell him to get ISIS together and get ready to move." Orders delivered Wilhelm moves to leave. "Uncle... if our forces are caught we do risk everything." Those impossible eyes don't even blink - "Don't get caught."

OOC: Can Greal give me some more information? Also I hate to godmode or n00b so please tell me if you feel I have overstepped any boundaries.

The two Dynamic Revolutionary Commandos made their way through the forest. Their destination, the town of Basman, was not very far away. The point man peered through the foliage and saw the lights of the town sparkling brightly. Putting his fist up the two men knelt down.
The junior man said "Praise God, we found it."
"Yea He deserves much praise."
"What do we do now?"
The senior man rolled his eyes in exasperation "We wait for dawn, unless you want to walk in there fully armed and looking hostile."

And with that the two men went about preparing a place to sleep for what remained of the night.


Three hours later the junior man was awoken with a kick to his ribs. He didn't make a sound but instead reached over and grabbed his P90. They were moving out.

"No, leave it but bring your pistol. Today, we make contact with the locals."

The two men walked out of the woods and headed for the nearest structure, they hoped whoever lived there would be able to answer there questions.


(OOC:They walked straight from the beach to the town)

The town was very small, home to over a thousand people. Some people were selling at a market, others were buying at the market. Greal troops were marching through the town. The locals hated Greal, but they could not rebel because of the lack of allies.

A local man spotted the men walking out of the forest, though he didn't really care, he was slightly interested, he could tell those men were newcomers.

In Lorela:

"We must aid these people!", shouts the great beastial Recal. His stone like fist near cracked the marble table it slammed down upon. To his right his uncle Wilhelm sits head bowed as though in prayer. His aquamarine eyes are glowing as they will when he is agitated. "We cannot. Our status as nation is already challenged, to do this will ruin us fool!" Flius continues to scream tidings of doom and destruction as Recal grows steadily angrier.

"Enough." His calm cool voice slices through the tension. "We will aid the rebels for would we not have been lost if others had not aided us?" That is the end of it. Aid shall be given to the rebels of the Greal's colonies. "Call Stix. Tell him to get ISIS together and get ready to move." Orders delivered Wilhelm moves to leave. "Uncle... if our forces are caught we do risk everything." Those impossible eyes don't even blink - "Don't get caught."

OOC: Can Greal give me some more information? Also I hate to godmode or n00b so please tell me if you feel I have overstepped any boundaries.

OOC; Information about what? The island? the rebels?

The two men didn't even blink at the sight of the troops marching in the streets. Instead they headed over to a man that they had seen glance their way. The senior man was first to reach the civilian.
"Good morning sir." said the Sargent as he grasped the man's hand. "We are not from around here but we are looking for work. We specialize in, uhhhhh, extermination. We've seen that y'all have quite the infestation." The Sargent said with a nod and a glance towards the marching troops. "We were hoping you could take us to someone in charge, comrade." The Sarge emphasized the comrade and flashed his tattoo. The Tattoo had Dynamic Revolution in bold around a seal, beneath the seal was a bar code which was followed by the troopers name and rank: O'Merton SSgt.

The two men didn't even blink at the sight of the troops marching in the streets. Instead they headed over to a man that they had seen glance their way. The senior man was first to reach the civilian.
"Good morning sir." said the Sargent as he grasped the man's hand. "We are not from around here but we are looking for work. We specialize in, uhhhhh, extermination. We've seen that y'all have quite the infestation." The Sargent said with a nod and a glance towards the marching troops. "We were hoping you could take us to someone in charge, comrade." The Sarge emphasized the comrade and flashed his tattoo. The Tattoo had Dynamic Revolution in bold around a seal, beneath the seal was a bar code which was followed by the troopers name and rank: O'Merton SSgt.

The local was taken aback by the statement of this foreigner. Seems like help had finally came.
"Follow me, comrades."said the local, he was watching the Greal troops walking by him. He was very cautious of being spotted, he lead them into an alley.
The local went to a door, then he said something in Gruntian, the door opened.......

The Sarge and the Private followed the local as they walked by the marching troops. The two men looked at the soldiers, but never made eye contact. They had been trained to do this so as to not arouse suspicion. The Sarge laughed inwardly.

*These men aren't even men! They are nothing but boys. I doubt they've even fired their rifles in combat!*

Even though the Sarge hadn't said these things allowed the Private knew what his leader was thinking, and he agreed with him. Even though he was a Private he had served 3 years in non-special forces as a Sargent before being re-assigned back down to a private.

After they passed the soldiers the man led them into a back ally, and opened a door.

The Sarge glanced at the private and nodded. The message was clear, if things went sour they were to bite into the inside of their cheeks to release the cyanide capsules within. After the had expended all the ammo they could of course.

They stepped inside, on their guard.


(OOC: Once again its 10vs1, there's no way i can win against those kinds of odds...o well "When a wolverine fights a Grizzly bear, it dose not fight to live, no. No it fights to wound the bear so that in a month the bear will die of an infection. )

OOC: No time for an IC post, but Greal, can you;

a) Presume that my agent is following your dude and
b) make a map of these islands?

Touchdown 0523 hr NE 2 clicks of Gaburn - Teams 1, 5, and 12

Frequency 09-563a Encrypt - Sirus6


Commander Roy: All teams report.

Team Leader 1: My team is fine. No injuries reported from ziplining.
No observers sighted. No lines tripped.

Team Leader 5: Team fine. No screwups. Too close to town for comfort.

Team Leader 12: All lights green. I can see the lights of the area.

Commander Roy: Prepare to move in. Plan Red Fist.


Touchdown 0824 hr S 2 clicks of Basman - Teams 3, 7, and 14

Frequency 09-453b Encrypt - Siri9


Central: Teams Go?

Team Leader 3: Kind of busy right now! *sounds of a gunfight*

Team Leader 7:Team fine.
Moving to aid Team 3.

Central: Team 7 do not engage.
We cannot allow forces to be discovered.
Wait for instructions.

Team Leader 14: Moving toward Team 3's coordinates.
Will await orders.

Central: Team Three Report now.

Team Leader 3: Down two men.
Attackers seems to be trying to retreat.

Central: You know the regulations for this senario.

Team Leader 3: Total Elimination.

Team Leader 7: Request permission to enter situation?

Central: Permission granted.

Team 14: *sound of gunfire*
* shouts*
*sounds of agruing and movement*

Team Leader 14: Central we've got a situation.

OOC: I meant like as far as geography and potentially key figures of some kind.

(OOC: Lorela Who are you fighting?....and who's side are you on?)

The Sarge and the Private followed the local as they walked by the marching troops. The two men looked at the soldiers, but never made eye contact. They had been trained to do this so as to not arouse suspicion. The Sarge laughed inwardly.

*These men aren't even men! They are nothing but boys. I doubt they've even fired their rifles in combat!*

Even though the Sarge hadn't said these things allowed the Private knew what his leader was thinking, and he agreed with him. Even though he was a Private he had served 3 years in non-special forces as a Sargent before being re-assigned back down to a private.

After they passed the soldiers the man led them into a back ally, and opened a door.

The Sarge glanced at the private and nodded. The message was clear, if things went sour they were to bite into the inside of their cheeks to release the cyanide capsules within. After the had expended all the ammo they could of course.

They stepped inside, on their guard.


(OOC: Once again its 10vs1, there's no way i can win against those kinds of odds...o well "When a wolverine fights a Grizzly bear, it dose not fight to live, no. No it fights to wound the bear so that in a month the bear will die of an infection. )

Inside was a lot of gruntians....with guns (Old assault rifles)

OOC: No time for an IC post, but Greal, can you;

a) Presume that my agent is following your dude and
b) make a map of these islands?

OOC: I'm also very busy, Grunt is shaped like long island.......

To the left, a long low-lit stone corridor stretched on for hundreds of yards, to the right, the tunnel curved left, and out of view. It was damp down below the city, and the doors creaked with a classical tone.

Mikael had found his man, or at least, somebody important. He officer, whatever rank he was, refused to release his name or rank to Mikael, but Mikael, not being a stupid man, could recognize the fact this man held power.

He led Mikael through a low cut doorway, and they were seated at a small stone bistro table on the side of that chamber, obviously some kind of communications network.

________________________


Later in the evening, having returned to his hotel, Mikael wrote the Minster of Defense back. In the notification, such words as "Oppression, Imperialism, Invasion, Liberty" were used frequently.

The fact of the decision was now on it's way back home in a sealed envelope, inbound for the Minister's desk. After that, the decision rested in his hands...

1 mile outside Basman

Patrick and his men were sent to this small town. He was promoted Major for his bravery at the city hall. Now he was heading to Basman to clear out pro-independence Gruntians.......

The Sarge and private began to take in the room as their eyes adjusted to the darkness. Many men were sitting around cleaning guns. They all seemed jumpy, ready for something. The soldiers nodded towards the freedom fighters. O'Merton looked around, he had no time to waste. He had to find someone of importance quickley. The subs were scheduled to leave in 2 hours if they did not receive the go code.

Private Mcdade followed SSGT O'Merton as they walked across the room towards a man that seemed to carry some weight. O'Merton approached the man and asked "Are you in charge here? I have, people, who would like to help you in your cause, but I must talk to someone in charge quickley. The offer expires in 2 hours." O'Merton looked at the man waiting for a response.

The Sarge and private began to take in the room as their eyes adjusted to the darkness. Many men were sitting around cleaning guns. They all seemed jumpy, ready for something. The soldiers nodded towards the freedom fighters. O'Merton looked around, he had no time to waste. He had to find someone of importance quickley. The subs were scheduled to leave in 2 hours if they did not receive the go code.

Private Mcdade followed SSGT O'Merton as they walked across the room towards a man that seemed to carry some weight. O'Merton approached the man and asked "Are you in charge here? I have, people, who would like to help you in your cause, but I must talk to someone in charge quickley. The offer expires in 2 hours." O'Merton looked at the man waiting for a response.

The man nodded, they came to the right man.
"Just call me Eric, I'm in charge, and who are you?"asked the rebel. The rebel was surrounded by 10 men with assault rifles, but their guns looked like they had been in storage for decades.

"My name is Staff Sergant O'Merton and this is Private Mcdade. We're members of Dynamic Revolutions Naval special operations. We were originally sent here to help with your Red Skull Comrades' revolution. Unfortunetly we arrived to late to be deployed. However now we are here, and able to help with your Glorious Fight for independence, comrade. About a klick off shore there are 20 DR submarines each carrying a platoon of 15 men. All told there are 300 of us here to assist. If you want our help we will radio the submarines and the troops will begin to land. If not, we will walk out and you will never hear from us again. Make your choice quickley, comrade." At the begging of the speech Mcdade and O'Merton had lifted their shirts to reveal their tattoos. O'Merton began to assemble random pieces that could be found on his person. With swift and deft motions a radio began to be assembled in his hands.

"My name is Staff Sergant O'Merton and this is Private Mcdade. We're members of Dynamic Revolutions Naval special operations. We were originally sent here to help with your Red Skull Comrades' revolution. Unfortunetly we arrived to late to be deployed. However now we are here, and able to help with your Glorious Fight for independence, comrade. About a klick off shore there are 20 DR submarines each carrying a platoon of 15 men. All told there are 300 of us here to assist. If you want our help we will radio the submarines and the troops will begin to land. If not, we will walk out and you will never hear from us again. Make your choice quickley, comrade." At the begging of the speech Mcdade and O'Merton had lifted their shirts to reveal their tattoos. O'Merton began to assemble random pieces that could be found on his person. With swift and deft motions a radio began to be assembled in his hands.

"We accept your offer, we really need help. Our guns are like water guns against a Greal soldier."said Eric without thinking, he really needed help, he was going to send a small force of rebels to meet the rest of the foreign "army".

Outside the house, there was some shooting heard, the Greal battalion had arrived and now was fighting the rebels that were in the street.

Basman, Grunt

Major Patrick and his company arrived at the town. The town seemed empty at first, then shooting down the street was heard. He moved his men into city combat positions. The battle had begun.

5,000 men of the battalion had split into smaller groups. Patrick's company was in one of the small groups. He ran down the street with his men, he heard a a explosion behind him, but he had no time to turn his head, he had to move, fast. Captain Hill, who lead one of Patrick's platoons, was behind Patrick. Patrick went into a abandoned sand bag "fort", and ordered everyone else to do the same. A RPG flew by and blasted a soldier to pieces, it was a horrifying sight. Patrick saw a couple of rebels in a small building across him, so he ordered one of the machine gun crews to blast the window. The rebels panicked and bolted at the mere sight of the machine gun. Lieutenant Ravin lead his small squad into the building and managed to take it. Then, Patrick lead his men into the building also.

The street was full of cars on fired, or full of dead rebels. Greal troops ran through the streets, some got cut down by the rebels who had captured some assault rifles during the battle. Other Greal troops blasted the rebels out of their way. Patrick used his machine gun crews to cut down rebels that were in a building nearby. The rebels, however, were stubborn and were ready to defend the place until the last man. Patrick again sent Lt. Ravin and his squad to take the building. The resulting battle over the small building killed 5 rebels, and 1 Greal soldier. The wounded Greal troops were take by APCs that were waiting nearby.

The battle was on.......

OOC: Trust me DR... It all comes together.

When moving to aid a group it is helpful if one actually informs that group before dropping in several groups of hair-triggered assassins. Sadly it's been awhile since anyone from Lorela has had time to remember such lessons much less implement them. Twenty years of constant warfare do that to a person, go figure. As it is ISIS teams 3, 7, and 14 are now sitting across from a group of pissed Resistence fighters. The tension is ridiculous.

Finally someone walks in and bends down to whisper to the de facto leader, a tall man with some rather fresh scarring. Grunting his expression lessens by an almost neligible degree. "So you are who you say. Our forces from Gaburn have been met by you teams 1, 5, and 12. They have established an agreement regarding supplies and training. They have also begun planning for a series of precision strikes among the chain of organization."

Pausing the thin man glares at them. "Gaburn feels you are good, but I have to wonder considering the manner in which we met. How could you attack us if you are to aid us?" Before Alpea can open his big mouth Jonathan speaks - " As is our custom we enter as ghosts and try not to leave as corpses. So when you showed up as procedure demands we attacked first saving questions for later." He might as well have said, "You started it scarface." for all that helps the situation.

Before they can start sniping at each other an out of breath (and underage) sentry runs in. "There are men on the road. A platoon of dark coats with more arms I think." More bad news arrived in the form of badly wounded fighters and the distant sounds of fighting. Nodding decisively Captain Solomon stands calling his men to attention, "Boys it's time for an old favorite - Plan Colorado." With a look to the Thin Man it's clear the in-fighting will have to come later.

O'Merton smiled, then raised the radio to his lips. "Nose nose this is whiskers. Twitch twitch, I say again twitch twitch."

A voice came over the radio, "Twitch Twitch Roger that. Be advised their are several fleas moving towards your position."

O'Merton grinned slightly,"Roger that, can you give me an ETA?"

The voice responded, "Uhhhhh, negative on that whiskers. However expect more furry woodland friends in 2 hurons."

"Roger, whiskers out."

O'Merton looked at Eric. "Comrade, I'm sure you allready know but we have company incoming. We expect our forces to arrive in two hours. Until then, I suggest we go gorilla. It's to late for the men that have allready committed." He paused so the gunfire could be herd "What we should do is get every person to hide their weapons, have them go about there daily lives. Then when the remaining 298 of us arrive we will openly fight. The other option is that you start you fight for freedom now. We will help in any way we can, but I feel you might experience more losses. The choice is up to you sir. For now me and my comrade need to go fetch our weapons, we left them in the woods just outside of town. We will be back within 5 minutes."

O'Merton paused for a second, then, raised the radio to his lips "Nose, this is whiskers over."

"Go ahead whiskers." came the response

"Tell mother den that we need better claws. The ones our local furry friends have are old and no longer sharp."

"Roger that, mother den figured on that one so we have a HSTD inbound on you current position, ETA 4 hours."

"Thanks a lot comrade whiskers over and out"

He turned back to Eric "Sir, we should also be receiving updated weaponry. Please tell your men that a Tu-160 will fly in and drop 5 cannisters. These cannister are not bombs so please do not shoot our aircraft. Inside the cannisters will be roughly 800 lbs of FAMAS rifles, ammo, grenades, and RPG VII's. These weapons are for you and your men as a sign of good will."

With that O'merton and Mcdade walked up to the door, opened it, and began sprinting towards the woods.

OOC: I trust you Lorela, I jut want to make sure you don't Role Play any of Greal's men, and im kinda in need of some allies XD

OOC: So, DR, you move into SOL and intend to help the rebellion, what happens when Greal finds out that your forces are here, it wouldn't be pretty. :D:mp5::headbang:

The magazine was firmly slapped into the lower receiver, and the bolt catch released, sending the bolt forward chambering the first round. The MICH's chin-strap was clipped into place, and the LBE tightened. Pistols and explosives strapped to every man in the platoon, and faces camouflaged, they were a fearsome sight.

The fifty men climbed down a net over the side of the ship, dropping into a single landing craft. The clouds blotted out the moon that night, so there was little concern for detection.

Dispatched, the ship made a long ten nautical mile trip ashore. It ran around, and the side doors were opened, and the platoon filed out. The barge was backed out, and made back for the destroyer on-station.

The men of the Prince of Whales Division, part of the Royal Hussar brigade, followed Mikael's path he had cut out some time before; To Gaburn.

OOC: Thats the reason for the cyanide pills. The tattoos are made with electricly energised ink. When their heart stops, the ink dissapears...No worries though. I have no plans to stay once Grunt gains their independence.

O'Merton and Mcdade made it to their weapons in the woods. They broke them down into several pieces and hid them in their bags. Then once that was completed they headed back to the building holding the freedom fighters.

The magazine was firmly slapped into the lower receiver, and the bolt catch released, sending the bolt forward chambering the first round. The MICH's chin-strap was clipped into place, and the LBE tightened. Pistols and explosives strapped to every man in the platoon, and faces camouflaged, they were a fearsome sight.

The fifty men climbed down a net over the side of the ship, dropping into a single landing craft. The clouds blotted out the moon that night, so there was little concern for detection.

Dispatched, the ship made a long ten nautical mile trip ashore. It ran around, and the side doors were opened, and the platoon filed out. The barge was backed out, and made back for the destroyer on-station.

The men of the Prince of Whales Division, part of the Royal Hussar brigade, followed Mikael's path he had cut out some time before; To Gaburn.

A Greal radar station on Grunt detected the ship as it entered Grunt waters. A Greal air base dispatched 100 F-35s lightings and 20 Eurofighters.
A Message was sent to the ship as it was nearing the Gruntian coast.
"Unidentified ship, stop your engines and tell us your purpose."said a message to the ship as the fighters flew over the ship.

O'Merton and Mcdade made it to their weapons in the woods. They broke them down into several pieces and hid them in their bags. Then once that was completed they headed back to the building holding the freedom fighters.

There was Greal troops in the street, Major Patrick was one of them he saw O'Merton and Mcdale.
"Please leave this area now, you cannot enter."said Patrick, his company was blocking the foreigners way to the rebel's headquarters........

(OOC: hmmmmm....time to use diplomacies oldest form of communication....lieing. I huess the question is.....do you have a heart?)

Mcdade stepped forward "Sir, please. Our mother is on the other side of town. May we go around? Or is all of Bosman closed down? IF that is the case we do not wish to cause trouble, we will leave."

O'Merton burst out angrily "Why dont you leave us alone?! Your people come in and take over and enslave our people! Filthy pigs." And with that he spat the ground in front of the officers feet. The plan was simple. If they were too complient they would look suspicious. If they were too resistent they would look suspicious. They had to fidn the happy median.

Mcdade grabbed O'Merton and pushed him away from the officer. "Brother what the hell are you doing! Calm yourself! Picking fights will not bring him back!"

O'Merton broke down and began to cry repeating over and over "They killed him....Those bastards killed him"

Mcdade looked into the officers eyes. Tears began to blure his vision, then he hung his head and in a pained voice began to make to tell the tail they had preplanned.

"Our youngest brother, Michael, was killed in the crossfire from the battle that happened not more than an hour ago. Our....our mother's neighbor called us to tell us that he saw him get shot.....he said he didnt have the heart to tell our mother."

With that he began to cry as well. Mcdade abd O'Merton clung to each other as sobs exploded from them. :(:(:(:(

(OOC: hmmmmm....time to use diplomacies oldest form of communication....lieing. I huess the question is.....do you have a heart?)

Mcdade stepped forward "Sir, please. Our mother is on the other side of town. May we go around? Or is all of Bosman closed down? IF that is the case we do not wish to cause trouble, we will leave."

O'Merton burst out angrily "Why dont you leave us alone?! Your people come in and take over and enslave our people! Filthy pigs." And with that he spat the ground in front of the officers feet. The plan was simple. If they were too complient they would look suspicious. If they were too resistent they would look suspicious. They had to fidn the happy median.

Mcdade grabbed O'Merton and pushed him away from the officer. "Brother what the hell are you doing! Calm yourself! Picking fights will not bring him back!"

O'Merton broke down and began to cry repeating over and over "They killed him....Those bastards killed him"

Mcdade looked into the officers eyes. Tears began to blure his vision, then he hung his head and in a pained voice began to make to tell the tail they had preplanned.

"Our youngest brother, Michael, was killed in the crossfire from the battle that happened not more than an hour ago. Our....our mother's neighbor called us to tell us that he sa him get cut shot.....he said he didnt have the heart to tell our mother."

With that he began to cry as well. Mcdade abd O'Merton clung to each other as sobs exploded from them. :(:(:(:(

OOC: Lol, and its called Basman

IC:

Major Patrick was surprised at the outburst, and even more surprised at the crying. He hated men that cried over something that already happened, he was ready to shot these 2 people right there.
"On the other side of town? Where in the town?"asked Captain Hill as he walked up to meet the company."The town is closed off because some rebels are attacking the town, maybe we could escort you to your mother's house."

(OOC: Why didnt you tell me that Patrick had no heart...:D. I also have a problem. My chracters have looked at a GPS navigation system so THEY know where they are but I dont...)
In between sobs O'Merton in whisered to Mcdade "Our mission is over, the wheels have been set in motion, we are expendable. What ever happens, that man must not be let live."

Mcdade released his "brother" and walked up to the officer "She lives directly on the opposite side of town. Why if you were to walk directly from where you gentlemen came her house is on that street."

O'Merton thought a silent prayer *Lord, I sacrifice myself so that the children of this land might taste freedom....please forgive me* and with that he bit into the inside of his cheek releasing the cynide capsule's contents. Within seconds his body was rocked by convulsions, and he fell to the ground twitching violently.

(OOC: Why didnt you tell me that Patrick had no heart...:D. I also have a problem. My chracters have looked at a GPS navigation system so THEY know where they are but I dont...)
In between sobs O'Merton in whisered to Mcdade "Our mission is over, the wheels have been set in motion, we are expendable. What ever happens, that man must not be let live."

Mcdade released his "brother" and walked up to the officer "She lives directly on the opposite side of town. Why if you were to walk directly from where you gentlemen came her house is on that street."

O'Merton thought a silent prayer *Lord, I sacrifice myself so that the children of this land might taste freedom....please forgive me* and with that he bit into the inside of his cheek releasing the cynide capsule's contents. Within seconds his body was rocked by convulsions, and he fell to the ground twitching violently.

Basman

Patrick watched as he fell down, then he quickly in one swift motion- knocked out the other foreigner(Mcdade) with his M16, the other quick witted men did the same. Captain Hill checked to see if the foreigner (O'Merton) that fell was dead, but he was already.............

Mcdade was shocked as several briliant lights exploded in his head. He had turned to look at O'merton when the blow had been landed. He fell forward smashing his face into the ground, and causing his spinal coloumn to break right at teh base of his skull. His entire body below that leve ceased recieving signals from the brain. Needless to say the tattoo disappered.
(OOC allright timout god night)

Mcdade was shocked as several briliant lights exploded in his head. He had turned to look at O'merton when the blow had been landed. He fell forward smashing his face into the ground, and causing his spinal coloumn to break right at teh base of his skull. His entire body below that leve ceased recieving signals from the brain. Needless to say the tattoo disappered.
(OOC allright timout god night)

OOC: I didn't break his spine, I was hiting him like in the movies, anyway, they will find the tattoo..........:D

ooc: Ill jump into this

ic: Playing up both sides was hard for Zoingo, their regional neighbor was indeed, in the midst of colonial revoultion, and deciding between their ally and the people that were revolting for democracy became a strain on the populace of Zoingo. They did indeed, do nothing to stop Greal's takeover of Lassom and Grunt, on the contrary, they allowed them to take the islands so Zoingo could aquire its own colonies to counter Greal's imperialism. This type of rebellion had happened on Grunt before, so the country decided to lay back and was thinking that the situation was under control. But not everyone in Zoingo was thinking the same way, and it started to become apparent with the trade industry......

Lossow,Lassom

Ryan Bulevard was in for business, the trade that flourished in the region was well and profitable, and the private trade companies were eager to get in on the extatic region. But with the oncome of the Lassom revolt, it seemed that the profit would be ruined, or was it?....

The central market was lined with Zoingonian merchants, selling and buying goods. Bulks of them were from the same company, so the cometition wasn't entirely between merchants but companies.

"Business seams slow today with the revolt going on at the Govenor's Mansion," Ryan chatted with a fellow merchant.

"Yep, you can see the smoke clouds from here," he replied. "Anyway, Buy/Sell Inc, Speedy Trade, B&R Merchants, and Zoingo Trade International, are in a fierce competition. But our company, B&R Merchants, has just uped the anti on what we sell, check it out!" he invited.

The man pulled out some arrays of pistols, rifles, and shotguns, with grenades and magazine clips.

"They just came of a ship today, and 2 more ships loaded with this stuff are in the harbor waiting to dock." the merchant explained.

"I thought the companies didn't have such a large stock of weapons and ammuniton." Ryan replied.

"They do now, its all business."

"But what will happen when the rebels find out that we are selling weapons and their are still 2 ships packed full with ammunition and weapons?" Ryan asked.

He didn't get a reply, so Ryan just decided to keep that question to himself, as he saw shoppers buying their stock of weapons, he wondered if the secret would get out.

Lossow, Lasom

The riots went out of control. Thousands of Lasom people were running through the streets destroying everything in their path. Riot police were outnumbered by a lot, so they called in the Greal army. The Greal army sent 2 Infantry Brigades (Each brigade has 10,000 men) to deal with the riot, but the military forgot to give the troops rubber bullets instead of real ones, now they were going into the riot with real bullets.

At the main street, 500 people were ransacking the Look Inc. store when a company of Greal troops charged inside, they were lead by Major Locke who was transfered to Lasom last month after the fighting in Greal. Now he was fighting protesters. Major Locke lead his 100 men into the building, 2 men were guarding the doors, but he knocked them out with their assault rifles. His men charged in, and were horrified to see 2 dead employees on the ground. The troops became enraged and went out of control, a battle begun between Protesters armed with stereos and bricks vs. Greal troops armed to the teeth. 100 of the Protesters in a half a hour were killed or wounded, the rest ran for their lives with Greal troops chasing them. 10 Greal troops were dead or wounded.

Major Locke ran after 5 men who had bricks, a squad was also chasing the men. One of the squad's troops fired and managed to hit on the Protesters in the leg. One of the Protesters threw a brick and missed.(He was aiming at Major Locke) Major Locke fired at the Protesters, 3 went down in his fire. The squad overran the last man they were chasing.

The rebellion began......in Lasom.

Lossow, Lasom

The riots went out of control. Thousands of Lasom people were running through the streets destroying everything in their path. Riot police were outnumbered by a lot, so they called in the Greal army. The Greal army sent 2 Infantry Brigades (Each brigade has 10,000 men) to deal with the riot, but the military forgot to give the troops rubber bullets instead of real ones, now they were going into the riot with real bullets.

At the main street, 500 people were ransacking the Look Inc. store when a company of Greal troops charged inside, they were lead by Major Locke who was transfered to Lasom last month after the fighting in Greal. Now he was fighting protesters. Major Locke lead his 100 men into the building, 2 men were guarding the doors, but he knocked them out with their assault rifles. His men charged in, and were horrified to see 2 dead employees on the ground. The troops became enraged and went out of control, a battle begun between Protesters armed with stereos and bricks vs. Greal troops armed to the teeth. 100 of the Protesters in a half a hour were killed or wounded, the rest ran for their lives with Greal troops chasing them. 10 Greal troops were dead or wounded.

Major Locke ran after 5 men who had bricks, a squad was also chasing the men. One of the squad's troops fired and managed to hit on the Protesters in the leg. One of the Protesters threw a brick and missed.(He was aiming at Major Locke) Major Locke fired at the Protesters, 3 went down in his fire. The squad overran the last man they were chasing.

The rebellion began......in Lasom.

Throught the streets of Lassow, the carnage of the rebels and the Greal Military clashing was being pushed into the pier market places, where people were looting stores, running away from oncoming soliders, and started looking at the people selling guns. The merchants however, fired warning shots into the crowds, trying to restore some slight order. Soon, they were able to restart selling the arms to the people, after all, it was all good business.

Throught the streets of Lassow, the carnage of the rebels and the Greal Military clashing was being pushed into the pier market places, where people were looting stores, running away from oncoming soliders, and started looking at the people selling guns. The merchants however, fired warning shots into the crowds, trying to restore some slight order. Soon, they were able to restart selling the arms to the people, after all, it was all good business.

OOC: Ryan is selling arms?

OOC: Ryan is selling arms?

occ: no, but a few people around him are, he is the conservative one that is thinking about the 2 extra ship loads of arms and ammo in the harbor, and the other that currently is being unloaded.

occ: no, but a few people around him are, he is the conservative one that is thinking about the 2 extra ship loads of arms and ammo in the harbor, and the other that currently is being unloaded.

Grunt Harbor

Greal troops were sereaching each ship every time each one entered gruntian waters. Dragon destroyers spotted 2 ships........

OOC: It means they found your ships.

Grunt Harbor

Greal troops were sereaching each ship every time each one entered gruntian waters. Dragon destroyers spotted 2 ships........

OOC: It means they found your ships.

ooc: Okay, just give me some time to come up with a snappy response....

ooc: Okay, just give me some time to come up with a snappy response....

OOC: Ok, I got time.

OOC: I know u didnt break his neck......he fell and when he landed he broke his neck...I cant let you find the tattoos.....if you do then I'll be forced into open all out war....or....i pull my troops and Grunt loses its only supporter

IC
The last troops landed at the beach and entered the forest. Sargent Major Johnson was in charge of, what officially was a walk in Grunt. All the soldiers hadn't bothered bringing their uniforms, and so were all dressed in civilian clothes. The 298 troops moved out, heading for the pro-freedom town.

OOC: I know u didnt break his neck......he fell and when he landed he broke his neck...I cant let you find the tattoos.....if you do then I'll be forced into open all out war....or....i pull my troops and Grunt loses its only supporter

IC
The last troops landed at the beach and entered the forest. Sargent Major Johnson was in charge of, what officially was a walk in Grunt. All the soldiers hadn't bothered bringing their uniforms, and so were all dressed in civilian clothes. The 298 troops moved out, heading for the pro-freedom town.

Basman, Grunt

The Gruntian rebels had been fighting the Greal forces in the town all morning, by mid day, the Greal battalion retreated to a nearby town. Basman was under the control of the rebels.............

OOC: You can rp your men going into the town.

Tu-160 heading towards Basman
Callsign-Southpaw4

"Forrest Critters, Forrest critters this is southpaw4 inbound with your fangs, over" said the pilot over the radio

Radioman Gonzales handed the mike to Sargent Johnson, "Roger that southpaw4, you should have the coordinates already. Be advised anti-air ducks have been spotted in the area, recommend fast and low.

"Roger that forrest critters we are movin low and loud eta 5 minutes."

"Ok southpaw4, forrest critter over and out"


The pilot looked at his copilot, "You heard the man we're going wave level, prepare to break the sound barrier."
The pilot and his copilot pressed the controls down and leveled off at 20 feet above sea level. Then they pushed the thrusters into afterburner and began their approach. If all went well the containers filled with weapons and ammo would land safely to be distributed to the freedom fighters.

Tu-160 heading towards Basman
Callsign-Southpaw4

"Forrest Critters, Forrest critters this is southpaw4 inbound with your fangs, over" said the pilot over the radio

Radioman Gonzales handed the mike to Sargent Johnson, "Roger that southpaw4, you should have the coordinates already. Be advised anti-air ducks have been spotted in the area, recommend fast and low.

"Roger that forrest critters we are movin low and loud eta 5 minutes."

"Ok southpaw4, forrest critter over and out"


The pilot looked at his copilot, "You heard the man we're going wave level, prepare to break the sound barrier."
The pilot and his copilot pressed the controls down and leveled off at 20 feet above sea level. Then they pushed the thrusters into afterburner and began their approach. If all went well the containers filled with weapons and ammo would land safely to be distributed to the freedom fighters.

OOC: Whats he flying?

OOC:TU-160 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tu-160), it's at the top of my post

IC:
Sergeant Johnson was sitting in the forest. They had been watching the town for several hours and had seen no enemy activity. Johnson gave the signal to move out and as one the troops stood up and moved into town. They walked down main street weapons at the ready. Hopefully someone would find them, someone friendly


Tu-160 heading towards Basman
Callsign-Southpaw4

Southpaw4 had just entered Gruntian waters. They were less than a minute away from the drop point

OOC:Tu-160, its at the top of my post

IC:
Sergeant Johnson was sitting in the forest. They had been watching the town for several hours and had seen no enemy activity. Johnson gave the signal to move out and as one the troops stood up and moved into town. They walked down main street weapons at the ready. hopefully someone woud find them, someone friendly

Basman, Grunt

As the foreigners entered the street, they could see a building on fire, locals were dumping buckets of water on the flaming building, but nothing stopped the flame. There was a couple of cars in the street that were destroyed in the fighting. Gruntian rebels spotted the foreigners and drew their weapons.
"Halt or we will fire!"yelled the rebels, who came into the street in force.

Johnson looked at his men, he put his weapon down but told his men to keep theirs (he wasnt going to get ambushed).

"Don't fire comrade, we are on the same side. We are the foreign...exterminators...our friends said would come. We have come to fight for freedom alongside our Guntian brothers! If we can be taken to a safe building I will provide you with proof."

A voice crackled on Johnson's radio...
"Forrest critter forest critters this is southpaw4 do you read me?"

Johnson grabbed his radio off his belt "Southpaw4 this FF, can you delay?"

"Ahhhhh negative FF we are at bingo fuel, over"

Johnson looked at the rebels "Resupply, as promised is coming in right now"

Off in the distance the roar of jet engines could be heard

Johnson looked at his men, he put his weapon down but told his men to keep theirs (he wasnt going to get ambushed).

"Don't fire comrade, we are on the same side. We are the foreign...exterminators...our friends said would come. We have come to fight for freedom alongside our Guntian brothers! If we can be taken to a safe building I will provide you with proof."

Basman

As the Foreigner was speaking, rebels were pouring into the street. One of them saw the foreigners and asked
"Are you from Dynamic Revolution?"asked the rebel who stepped forward.

A mile away...

2 Greal regiments (2000 men) were marching to the town to take it, and no one knew.........

"Yes comrade." spoke Segeant Johnson as he lifted up his shirt to show his tatoo.

OOC: thats all for tonight im gonna go catch some z's

"Yes comrade." spoke Segeant Johnson as he lifted up his shirt to show his tatoo.

OOC: thats all for tonight im gonna go catch some z's

The rebel turned to his men and told him about the "relief" the rebels began to shake hands with the foreigners. Then, on the other side of town, gunfire opened up............

As the gunfire opened up on the other side of the town Southpaw4 came over the radio.

"FORREST CRITTER POP-SMOkE!!!!"

Johnson grabbed a smoke nade from his pocket and threw it into the middle of field they had just come from.

Southpaw4 came over the radio again
"Tally-ho groovy grape!" He pulled the "bomb release" button and the 6 containers were released.

They drifted down on parachutes and landed with a soft *thud*

Southpaw4 kicked in the after burners and headed for the sea

Johnson ran to the pods and pulled the release hatch. On the underside of the hatch was stamped "Made in Grunt", and inside the containers were 40 factory fresh FAMAS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FAMAS) rifles. Underneath the famas rifles were 7 RPG-VII's (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RPG-7) with 3 rounds apiece.

OOC: Back; can someone give me a quick and dirty as to whats happened in the last week and a half?

As the gunfire opened up on the other side of the town Southpaw4 came over the radio.

"FORREST CRITTER POP-SMOkE!!!!"

Johnson grabbed a smoke nade from his pocket and threw it into the middle of field they had just come from.

Southpaw4 came over the radio again
"Tally-ho groovy grape!" He pulled the "bomb release" button and the 6 containers were released.

They drifted down on parachutes and landed with a soft *thud*

Southpaw4 kicked in the after burners and headed for the sea

Johnson ran to the pods and pulled the release hatch. On the underside of the hatch was stamped "Made in Grunt", and inside the containers were 40 factory fresh FAMAS (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FAMAS) rifles. Underneath the famas rifles were 7 RPG-VII's (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RPG-7) with 3 rounds apiece.

Basman, Grunt

The Greal troops charged into town, just in time, but the rebels needed ammunition.

OOC: Back; can someone give me a quick and dirty as to whats happened in the last week and a half?

OOC: Nothing much, DR got his men into grunt, nothing else. I will assume that your man followed my rebel as Lossow, lasom.

OOC: I forgot to put the whole part about the rifles having 5 clips apiece

Johnson left the Rebels to divy up the weapons. He took his men and moved through the towns back allys heading towards the sound of the gunfire.

OOC: I forgot to put the whole part about the rifles having 5 clips apiece

Johnson left the Rebels to divy up the weapons. He took his men and moved through the towns back allys heading towards the sound of the gunfire.

Some rebels followed them toward the battle

Basman

A company of Greal troops were part of the 2000 Greal troops that assaulted the town. They were about to run into Johnson.......

Johnson stopped his men by holding up a fist, they all dropped to one knee. Johnson could hear some gunshots very close by. Motioning to his troops Johnson and his troops moved into the surrounding buildings, but not before they deployed claymores to cover their retreat routes. As the entered the buildings half the troops guarded the rear entry ways into the buildings. Here they also deployed mines. The remaining troops climbed to the top floor of the buildings to wait for the approaching enemy.

Johnson grabbed his radio and called to the subs for support.

"Wingman wingman, this is wretch over."

"This is Wingman go ahead wretch"

"Wingman, we are about to dance we may require support, over"

"Roger that wretch the fish are in the tubes, just paint where you want 'em"

"Much obliged over and out"

Johnson stopped his men by holding up a fist, they all dropped to one knee. Johnson could hear some gunshots very close by. Motioning to his troops Johnson and his troops moved into the surrounding buildings, but not before they deployed claymores to cover their retreat routes. As the entered the buildings half the troops guarded the rear entry ways into the buildings. Here they also deployed mines. The remaining troops climbed to the top floor of the buildings to wait for the approaching enemy.

Johnson grabbed his radio and called to the subs for support.

"Wingman wingman, this is wretch over."

"This is Wingman go ahead wretch"

"Wingman, we are about to dance we may require support, over"

"Roger that wretch the fish are in the tubes, just paint where you want 'em"

"Much obliged over and out"

The rebels took positions also, they understood the plan, and they even gave "dirty" clothes to the foreigners to make them look like the rebels.

The battle began, a platoon of Greal troops were fighting rebels on the street, Nakil tanks came into the street........

Johnson found his radioman and took the handset from him.

"Allright all wretches do not engage, I repeat do not engage until after you've heard my shot. Don't even aim yet, I don't want them seeing us. Anti-armor crews aim for the hatches, fire and maneuver do not stay in the same spot. Team one take out the lead tank. Team 10 take out the last. Team 2 support team 1, and team 9 support team 10. Fire off two rounds and then evac to the sewers we'll make our way from there."

Johnson pulled the RPG from off his back. He didn't look out the windows, or even get high enough to be seen from the windows. Using the sound of the tanks he waited for the perfect moment to strike.

(OOC: How many tanks? Any supporting infantry?)

Johnson found his radioman and took the handset from him.

"Allright all wretches do not engage, I repeat do not engage until after you've heard my shot. Don't even aim yet, I don't want them seeing us. Anti-armor crews aim for the hatches, fire and maneuver do not stay in the same spot. Team one take out the lead tank. Team 10 take out the last. Team 2 support team 1, and team 9 support team 10. Fire off two rounds and then evac to the sewers we'll make our way from there."

Johnson pulled the RPG from off his back. He didn't look out the windows, or even get high enough to be seen from the windows. Using the sound of the tanks he waited for the perfect moment to strike.

(OOC: How many tanks? Any supporting infantry?)

There was gunfire in the street, then there was a explosion, from a Greal F-35 flying over the town. Rebels were running off as Greal troops picked them off.

OOC: There are 5,000 Greal troops attacking, along with 4 dozen tanks. The rebels have 3,000+

Johnson slowly counted down in his head...*3.....2.....1*
With that Johnson popped up and fired his Anti-armor rpg toward the commanders hatch of the front tank.

Within a split second team 1&2 also opened fire on the lead tank, team one aimed for the drivers hatch and team 2 for the seam of the turret. Less than 1/4 of a second later team 9&10 fired at the last tank, team 9 aimed for the commanders hatch and team 10 fired towards the seam. In no more than 2 seconds the teams had evacked the rooms they had been in and were changing floors as the ammo man reloaded the rpgs.

Johnson slowly counted down in his head...*3.....2.....1*
With that Johnson popped up and fired his Anti-armor rpg toward the commanders hatch of the front tank.

Within a split second team 1&2 also opened fire on the lead tank, team one aimed for the drivers hatch and team 2 for the seam of the turret. Less than 1/4 of a second later team 9&10 fired at the last tank, team 9 aimed for the commanders hatch and team 10 fired towards the seam. In no more than 2 seconds the teams had evacked the rooms they had been in and were changing floors as the ammo man reloaded the rpgs.

The tank commanders were taken by surprise, and 2 tanks were damaged, the other tanks quickly blasted every building nearby, killing dozens of rebels waiting to ambush the enemy. Greal troops begun attacking the town in large numbers.......

Johnson made it to the ally way just in time. Behind him the building crumbled under the incoming tank fire. Quickly Johnson's men slipped into the sewers and began heading away from the fighting. But before Johnson slipped into the sewers he fired a laser-GPS range finder at one of the smoking tanks. The laser was picked up by satellites orbiting the planet and the GPS coordinates were sent to the off shore submarines as a firing solution. Five Tomahawk cruise missiles were loaded into the tubes and fired out of submarines. The absence of firing orders troubled the Sub Captain but he knew the protocols. The 5 tomahawks traveled 1/4 nautical miles underwater before surfacing. Once surfaced their rocket motors kicked in and they jumped into the sky. They were all being radio controlled by the subs weapons specialists. The specialist had one of the tomahawks travel about 500 yards in front of the others, this tomahawk would be the FAC or forward air controller. Once the tomahawks arrived on scene the FAC began circling the battlegrounds. Picking out targets using the live feed the weapons specialist aimed his missiles at 4 different tanks. The tomahawks wouldn't kill the crews, but it could disable a tank with a precise air burst. The 4 tomahawks plunged towards their targets, once the specialist was sure the missiles were not going to abort he commanded the FAC to also plunge into the enemy armor column. Mission completed the submarine slipped back into the water.

Johnson made it to the ally way just in time. Behind him the building crumbled under the incoming tank fire. Quickly Johnson's men slipped into the sewers and began heading away from the fighting. But before Johnson slipped into the sewers he fired a laser-GPS range finder at one of the smoking tanks. The laser was picked up by satellites orbiting the planet and the GPS coordinates were sent to the off shore submarines as a firing solution. Five Tomahawk cruise missiles were loaded into the tubes and fired out of submarines. The absence of firing orders troubled the Sub Captain but he knew the protocols. The 5 tomahawks traveled 1/4 nautical miles underwater before surfacing. Once surfaced their rocket motors kicked in and they jumped into the sky. They were all being radio controlled by the subs weapons specialists. The specialist had one of the tomahawks travel about 500 yards in front of the others, this tomahawk would be the FAC or forward air controller. Once the tomahawks arrived on scene the FAC began circling the battlegrounds. Picking out targets using the live feed the weapons specialist aimed his missiles at 4 different tanks. The tomahawks wouldn't kill the crews, but it could disable a tank with a precise air burst. The 4 tomahawks plunged towards their targets, once the specialist was sure the missiles were not going to abort he commanded the FAC to also plunge into the enemy armor column. Mission completed the submarine slipped back into the water.

The armored column was destroyed, but then........

100 Greal fighters flew toward the site where the submarine was and began firing missiles at the enemy sub now under water. The battle became deadlier, rebels were fighting the Greal troops, hand to hand............

Off the Coast of Grunt:

"SIR FAST MOVERS!!! I GOT 5 NO 6 NO 7 SPLASHES!"
Screamed the sonar man

"GET US DEEP! What are the firing at us?"
Yelled the Captain

"I don't know sir....they don't sound like torpedoes....They hit the water with too much force"

"Ok, get us deep, arm the charges...Ping in Morse code...tell the rest of the pack that we are under attack and that we have set the charges, recommend that we get air support from the homeland. Add that if we die, we do so for the freedom of the Gruntian people."

The sonar man began pinging out the signal in code

In the Sewers:
Johnson was nearly blown off his feet by the resulting explosion from the cruise missiles. As the dust settled him and his men climbed out of the sewers and into the sunlight above. The men set up a perimeter wile they waited for Johnson's orders. Once Johnson climbed out of the sewer he listened to the sound of hand to hand combat erupting to his left. As he sat listening he was reminded of an old military saying, "When in doubt, head to the sound of fighting". Johnson signaled his men to head towards the sound of the fighting. The men rose as one and sprinted towards the sound of the fighting, using the alleys as much as possible.

(OOC: what type of missile are they?)

Off the Coast of Grunt:

"SIR FAST MOVERS!!! I GOT 5 NO 6 NO 7 SPLASHES!"
Screamed the sonar man

"GET US DEEP! What are the firing at us?"
Yelled the Captain

"I don't know sir....they don't sound like torpedoes....They hit the water with too much force"

"Ok, get us deep, arm the charges...Ping in Morse code...tell the rest of the pack that we are under attack and that we have set the charges, recommend that we get air support from the homeland. Add that if we die, we do so for the freedom of the Gruntian people."

The sonar man began pinging out the signal in code

In the Sewers:
Johnson was nearly blown off his feet by the resulting explosion from the cruise missiles. As the dust settled him and his men climbed out of the sewers and into the sunlight above. The men set up a perimeter wile they waited for Johnson's orders. Once Johnson climbed out of the sewer he listened to the sound of hand to hand combat erupting to his left. As he sat listening he was reminded of an old military saying, "When in doubt, head to the sound of fighting". Johnson signaled his men to head towards the sound of the fighting. The men rose as one and sprinted towards the sound of the fighting, using the alleys as much as possible.

(OOC: what type of missile are they?)

The fighters however disappeared, and came back with a Dragon Destroyer, one of the world’s finest destroyers. The Dragon destroyer began firing depth charges against the enemy sub.

The Greal troops continued hand to hand fighting with the rebels, the rebels were determined to defend this town, while the Greal army was determined to take it.

Johnson and his men approached the area where most of the fighting was taking place. Peering out from behind the buildings Johnson was able to see the fighting. Rebels in civilian clothing were engaged with soldiers dressed in uniforms. Looking around Johnson looked at his men, they were ready. All were trained in Krav Maga, and some had further martial arts training. However Johnson didn't want to engage in hand to hand combat. Johnson made hand signals, and all his sharpshooters entered into the surrounding buildings. They would take up advantage spots and kill any enemy that appeared to be in charge. Johnson waited 5 minutes for his men to get in position, then with a roar reminiscent of ancient battles, him and his men charged into the mealy, using their combat knives and hatchets.

Off the coast:
The sonar man whispered "Sir, there is a destroyer on scene, he's firing depth charges."

"Ok. Helm activate Hydrogen drive move us out to sea at ultra-quiet speed." Replied the Captain
The U212 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_212_submarine) class submarine slowly began slipping away using the hydrogen drive

Johnson and his men approached the area where most of the fighting was taking place. Peering out from behind the buildings Johnson was able to see the fighting. Rebels in civilian clothing were engaged with soldiers dressed in uniforms. Looking around Johnson looked at his men, they were ready. All were trained in Krav Maga, and some had further martial arts training. However Johnson didn't want to engage in hand to hand combat. Johnson made hand signals, and all his sharpshooters entered into the surrounding buildings. They would take up advantage spots and kill any enemy that appeared to be in charge. Johnson waited 5 minutes for his men to get in position, then with a roar reminiscent of ancient battles, him and his men charged into the mealy, using their combat knives and hatchets.

Off the coast:
The sonar man whispered "Sir, there is a destroyer on scene, he's firing depth charges."

"Ok. Helm activate Hydrogen drive move us out to sea at ultra-quiet speed." Replied the Captain
The U212 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_212_submarine) class submarine slowly began slipping away using the hydrogen drive

The Greal troops, surprised, fired and charged the new enemy that was attacking them. Rebels joined in the attack on the Greal army, a few tanks that survived the attack attacked the nearby buildings…….

5 men went down with bullet wounds, with any luck the bullets only hit their vests, otherwise the corpmen would kill them. The snipers on the roof began taking down what appeared to be officers, and any one exposed on top of the tanks. The tanks returned fire, hitting the buildings. The snipers prayed the buildings would hold long enough for them to leave, or at least have an effect. The Anti-armor crews began firing shells at where the tanks weaker spots should be. As they closed with the enemies the soldiers would clip their Sg 552's to their backs, pull out their combat knives and hatchets, and engage in hand to hand. Johnson sprinted up to a Greal fighter and slashed at him with his knife.

5 men went down with bullet wounds, with any luck the bullets only hit their vests, otherwise the corpmen would kill them. The snipers on the roof began taking down what appeared to be officers, and any one exposed on top of the tanks. The tanks returned fire, hitting the buildings. The snipers prayed the buildings would hold long enough for them to leave, or at least have an effect. The Anti-armor crews began firing shells at where the tanks weaker spots should be. As they closed with the enemies the soldiers would clip their Sg 552's to their backs, pull out their combat knives and hatchets, and engage in hand to hand. Johnson sprinted up to a Greal fighter and slashed at him with his knife.

The Greal soldier he was fighting drew his saber and fought Johnson. Greal tanks that survived the attack fired at the buildings and the enemy troops. Rebels were also on the roofs of houses firing down at the Greal troops. Some Greal troops charged into nearby houses and fired at the enemy charging.

Johnson saw the saber and had to back up...thinking he pulled a grenade off his vest, pulled the pin, and tossed it towards the soldier.
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The snipers had to evac the buildings, they had become unsafe due to the heavy fire from the tanks. Once they left the buildings they took up positions in the rubble and began firing at any Greal soldier. As the battle got more and more heated DR SF's began slowly withdrawing back into the rubble, taking all wounded and Rebels with them. As the men pulled back the snipers covered their retreat

Johnson saw the saber and had to back up...thinking he pulled a grenade off his vest, pulled the pin, and tossed it towards the soldier.
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The snipers had to evac the buildings, they had become unsafe due to the heavy fire from the tanks. Once they left the buildings they took up positions in the rubble and began firing at any Greal soldier. As the battle got more and more heated DR SF's began slowly withdrawing back into the rubble, taking all wounded and Rebels with them. As the men pulled back the snipers covered their retreat

The soldier moved to the right and avoided the grenade, but the grenade exploded the building behind him, killing the guy anyway. Greal troops were hit badly, but they stayed behind the APCs and tanks to avoid the sniper fire.