NationStates Jolt Archive

SIC:

The Calizorinstani and Aurum Doman operatives were less then a quarter of a mile from the Kroandoan outpost, and Sgt.Johan Price whispered to the Aurum Domans "How do we get around that outpost, or, how could we make a distraction."

"Explosions are always good but they may be a bit loud. If you can, get some of your airforce to run a squadron or two across the sky. That'll create enough noise for us to slip by."

"Explosions are always good but they may be a bit loud. If you can, get some of your airforce to run a squadron or two across the sky. That'll create enough noise for us to slip by."

Sergeant Price nodded and he said "I'll do that.." He whispered into the radio "Hammerhawk flight, run a aerial pattern over the Kroandon outpost over.." He said whispering "I've got a couple of squadrons to run a pattern over the outpost.."

"Okay, as soon as they get here, move. Stay close to the ground but move fast. Everyone'll hopefully be looking up."

OOC: Caliz, is this even worth it if Kroando hasn't responded at all?

"Okay, as soon as they get here, move. Stay close to the ground but move fast. Everyone'll hopefully be looking up."

OOC: Caliz, is this even worth it if Kroando hasn't responded at all?

OOC: I TG'd Kroando, so he should respond..

IC:

Sgt.Moody and Price nodded and they waited for the jets to fly overhead, and they prayed silently that everyone would be looking up.

[You could have easily gone around the outpost...]

Kroandon Outpost

"Ha! Straight Kons you lowly bastard! Read em and weep!", shouted Sergeant Golovurg as he threw a slew of cards down onto the crate, shouting various obsenities to the men about him. "You boys clearly don't play much much Curok in Khartoum do ya?", Golovurg continued as he raked in several metal objects that seemed to look like misshapen coins. Curok was one of the most popular and simple games in Kroando... needed as most Kroandons were none too bright in anything other than the field they worked in. For these men, it was combat.

Moments later, not far across the camp, the RADAR Installation was beeping furiously. The RADAR-LADAR-IR Detection System which had been deployed a few days ago was now picking up several aircraft coming in from the lands to the south, closing on the border at alarming speeds. "Captain Orvog, we have unidentified aircraft moving in at the border... orders sir?", questioned the operator of the nearest G-24, the vehicle being loaded with six SDCI Anti-Aircraft Missiles.

The officer looked at the RADAR Screen, and scowled... "Inform Central Command... when they come within a kilometer of the border... shoot those bastards out of the sky.", the Captain shouted, the rest of the hundred man camp being awaken and put into battle positions. Meanwhile the blips came closer and closer... closer and closer... until finally, they hit the 1 Kilometer mark. Missiles armed. Target Lock. And then the missiles fired into the sky, as the jets roared overhead. Each of the aircraft were fired at by four SDCI Missiles...

Meanwhile the rest of the camp, and the patrols in the area were adequately distracted... for the time being.

IC:

Sgt.Moody and Price got into the border, and they motioned for the others to follow. The two Calizorinstani's found a safe place to hide, and the F-35 jets fired chaff and flares, and jinxed the missiles, and flew right back home.

Johan was relieved, the Kroandoans were distracted, for now anyway..

[Chaff and flares might have worked in the 90's against old Soviet Missiles... but there are 4 high-tech NS-Modern missiles following each aircraft... not possible to simply 'chaff and flare them' and fly on away. I would have shot down 1 at least...]

[Chaff and flares might have worked in the 90's against old Soviet Missiles... but there are 4 high-tech NS-Modern missiles following each aircraft... not possible to simply 'chaff and flare them' and fly on away. I would have shot down 1 at least...]

OOC: I apologize, I haven't studied NS missile tech too much..

IC:

One F-35 was shot down, and the pilot ejected, the F-35 went down far on the Calizorinstan side. The pilot landed near where the special forces had previously been before, and he walked to the nearest village.

[Quite alright.]

Incursion Operation 724912-Burok Z

"Alright boys, mount up! We're going in after whatever the hell it was we just shot down.", shouted Captain Orvog as he cocked his C1 Assault Rifle and opened the door of his black humvee, hopping inside the metal box, signaling for most of the camp to do the same. Dozens of men immidiately rushed over to the line of black military humvees, jumping inside, or simply standing on the foot bars along each and holding on. A pair of large transport trucks were filled to the brim, and two ID-57 Decimators were wheeled to the front, upon which several men sat opon the top as makeshift transport. Sergeant Golovurg, still sliding the strange coins into his pockets, rushed over to one of the nearest humvees, grabbed a Legionnaire by his collar, and threw him out, loading his C1 as he took his seat, promptly flicking the man on the ground the middle finger. The convoy then began rolling across the border into the territory to the south... whom controlled it was unknown, it was assumed savage natives, but there was a destination now... 17 Miles to the South was whatever they had shot down... the 60 man - 10 vehicle and 2 tank force crossed into Calizorinstani territory, without having the least idea of whom was in control...

The team sprinted past the outpost until they find a safe place to hide.

"Okay, next time, don't listen to my ideas."

He pulled his GPS off his vest and held it up.

"Guys, we're here, right past the Kroandan outpost. We could stay here and gather some intel but I doubt we'll find anything important. Backwoods outposts are usually manned by incompetent soldiers. If we want to find evidence of the massacre of the natives we'll have to push further inland. Where do you think we should go next?"

The team sprinted past the outpost until they find a safe place to hide.

"Okay, next time, don't listen to my ideas."

He pulled his GPS off his vest and held it up.

"Guys, we're here, right past the Kroandan outpost. We could stay here and gather some intel but I doubt we'll find anything important. Backwoods outposts are usually manned by incompetent soldiers. If we want to find evidence of the massacre of the natives we'll have to push further inland. Where do you think we should go next?"


Sgt.Moody said in a whisper "I think we should just go north, using the forest as cover, and dig a shelter to hide if we're caught in a blizzard or something. I think we need to avoid the roads if at all possible, for that's were the main traffic will be."

"Okay, lets get going then. What the?"

The OBSAT GPS on his vest was buzzing wildy.

The other soldier spoke up.

"Seems the Kroandoans went to look for the pilot. Our satellites are picking up troops heading towards your border. You might want to call the forward operating base and tell them to watch out."

"Okay, lets get going then. What the?"

The OBSAT GPS on his vest was buzzing wildy.

The other soldier spoke up.

"Seems the Kroandoans went to look for the pilot. Our satellites are picking up troops heading towards your border. You might want to call the forward operating base and tell them to watch out."

Sgt.Moody said "I got a buzz from the pilot, he's already at Rochcavje Air Base, our forward operating base, or he is on his way. But, just to be safe, I've already alerted them.." He texted Gen.Roberts to inform them of their progress via secure comm.

They started out northward in the forest.

17 Miles in Calizorinstani Territory

"There! Look in the woods!", shouted Sergeant Golovurg as he opened the door of the still moving humvee, pointing into the distance as a fire a half kilometer in the distance. "The bastard is in the woods!", the Sergeant continued shouting through his CommLink, quickly brining the entire convoy to a halt. Doors flew opened, Legionnaires poured out, with massive spot lights pointing in all directions.

Captain Orvog promptly stepped out of his vehicle and began shouting orders, "Koron Units, guard the convoy. Uronic's, with me!", the officer shouted as he stormed into the woods, walking into the now well illuminated forest the F-35 had crashed in, followed by over 60 men, all of whom were constantly looking about for the downed pilot, or for anything of use. Rather promptly the Captain and his men had penetrated the forest, and reached the still smoldering crash site of the plane, which was promptly scoured and torn apart. No pilot was found... however a rather interesting slab of metal was removed from the wreckage... one with Calizorinstani insignia upon it.

After no less than an hour of searching the woods, taking pictures and tearing off various parts of the aircraft, the Kroandons packed up and left, heading back to camp.

Meanwhile, back at the Provincial Capital of Rocraine, a larger force was being assembled...

[Bump - feel free to move deeper into the colony... you'd probably run into a band of natives before long, though they would most likely not be under attack at the time. Better yet, you'd probably come across a pile of burnt, smoldering corpses...]

SIC:

Sgt.Moody lead the combined team forward as they moved silently deeper and deeper into Kroandoan territory.

[How many men do you two have total?]

OOC:There are two Calizorinstani's, and two Aurum Domans..

[How many men do you two have total?]