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It was hopeless. Despite superior tactics, Site 666 was falling into enemy hands. Invading Hadarken forces were creating a combat box around the site. The defending Isolas forces were being overrun every day. Yet somehow, the Isolas held onto the hope someone, anyone, would come through and help them.

Hadarken - Invading Dictatorship Troops

Isolas - Defending Constitutional Monarchy Troops


Reasons to join each side:

Hadarken: You get to crush another potential Nuclear Arms bearer (Isolas have commenced Project Nuclear) and you get free loot (whatever you can grab out of the base, including: nuclear weapons plans, conventional weapon plans, free airplanes, free weapons, free missiles/missile wareheads)

Isolas: You get a potential military ally and you get to crush an evil dictatorship, thus preserving other governments. You also get access to crucial war resources: Uranium, Oil, Rubber, Iron, and 2 free weapons plans of your choice (the weapons plans are experimental and have not been tested in combat)


Invaders:
Hadarken (Yanbania)
Otselotovaya Khvatka PMC Forces (Chernobl-Pripyat)

Defenders:
Isola's Site 666 Garrison (Yanbania)
Chernobl Nation and Army (Chernobl)
Holy Imperium (Agenteria)
Mt. Id. troops and armor (Mt. Id.)

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Requirements:

Mean or racist posts will result in (1) a warning (2 or more) ignoring during the rp.

Maximum troop send in at one time: 100,000
Maximum troop send in total: 2,000,000

The Site 666 is located on a secret canyon. The canyon is about the size of the Grand Canyon in both length and size. 90% of the base is located inside dug rooms.

If you are coming by plane, you will have to wait 20 minutes before posting your units have arrived and continueing with the rp. If you are coming by land you must allow 1 hour before continueing with the rp.

(OOC: the time limit is a stupid rule)

To:Isolas
The Great Nation of Chernobl wishes to assist you in your defense. We are currently preparing the 13th mechanized division to assist you. Right now we are sending an elite Schutznaz squad by Fulton drone. They should arrive prepared to assist in any way possible.
From:Nuchil Gortin defense minister.

"Come general, you need to see this," said the Hadarken guard calmly.

General Hakaren, whom the army was named after, marched with the guard to a small camp.

"Sir, preparations for the great invasion are almost complete!" said one excited soldier.

"Good. Don't get too cocky though, we need all of you sane for tomorrow's push into Isola's outpost. With luck, the hole we punch through Site 666's defenses will be the downfall of Isola," replied General Hadarken.

As the Hadarken soldiers prepared for what would be the greatest land combat battle of the whole war, their Isola's counterparts watched with grim expressions. All would end if they lost. If they won, all would end anyway. Isola's army was broken and the men were in low spirits. It would take a miracle to save them.

SSGT.Yuri Gorkin and his squad were riding in a small fast fulton drone. "Prepare to exit!" Yuri yelled, His men stood and primed thier chutes. "On my mark exit!" the men all readied themselves for the jump. "3...2....1....MARK!!" The men all threw them selves intor the hatch automatically engaging thier chutes. Yuri landed first. They were right on schedule. The elite Schutznaz commandoes automatically donned thier Ghillie suits and hit the dirt. our orders are to mark the drop zones with strobes so the main force cam drop in.

To:Hadarken
From:Otselotovaya Khvatka PMC
Re: Assistance


Our company will assist you in in the invasion, and our payment will be whatever we capture. We will send in 20,000 contractors as a start, and reinforcements will be brought in as needed.

OOC: play MGS4 much?lol

To: Otselotovaya Khvatka PMC
From: General Hadarken

Our planned invasion of Site 666 of the Isolas will begin in five hours. Have your men wheels up and ready. If you do not show up it is O.K. However, we probably will require your assistance in attacking the outer defenses of said site. Please reinforce your 20,000 men by another 80,000 for a total of 100,000. The garrison may be tired and outnumbered but we need to be sure of victory.

The Invading Hadarken make their way to the Isola defenses. It seems hopeless. In fact, 500 of the outpost's 1000 defenders run back to the main defenses at Site 666. The remaining 500 are scared out of their wits and freeze. However, the Isola Commander in charge of the outer defenses comes out of his tent with binoculars and spots their saviour.

"Chernobl troops, on the horizon!" he yelled joyfully.

The men were in good spirits again. They managed to repel the first wave of Hadarkens and the other waves were held back by General Hadarken.

"Why are his men so sure of victory so suddenly?" Hadarken asked himself.

"Sir, the divisions you ordered to retreat are here. Not that I don't believe you are a good commander sir, but why pull back?" asked one of his guards.

"It will be exposed in due time," the general said, deep in thought,"Anyway, ready the men for our new target invasion. Theres been a change of plans."

OOC: Is there any way you can enter as a third side for resources?

OOC: sure, but the third side would be a hard thing to do. Hadarken and Isolas would both fight you also.

OOC: if you dont really want to be on either side you can be a dossier country. Dossier countries watch and deploy spies, so they're still part of the rp, but other than that they don't engage in open conflict.

[ooc: xD that game was epic.]


The mercs were from all over the world. Some joined the company to get out of prison, others were former soldiers in various armies, who then felt that it was better for them to make money, instead of serving their respective nations. The main reason the PMC was created, however, is so the SRCP military could operate in foreign countries, without consequence. Directly supplied and trained by the SRCP armed forces, and rivaling it in number, it achieves the same combat effectiveness in various situations, and combining that with the vast majority of it's employees prior training, a formidable force is the result.

The 70,000 PMC's were to arrive by massive airlift operation, and would join up with the Hadarken forces. Because they weren't an official client, there really was no need to report. The PMC was their with their own objectives; capture any documents that are of significance, along with weapons technology. All restrictions on targets were null.

To: PMC
From: General Hadarken

There's been a change of plans. No longer will the defensive weak side be our target. Instead we are targeting an airfield. When it falls Isola will have no way to get resources, and the defenses and eventually Site 666 itself will fall like dominoes.

OOC: So ascelonia, wanna be a Dossier country? You can do assasinations and all that spy stuff. As long as you're not caught, you can stay out of direct conflict.

Colonel Estrum walked through the halls of the Imperial Palace, returning from an audience with the Lord-General, the highest military officer in the Holy Imperium, save for the Emperor. In his hand, he held a scroll dictating his new orders.

After a short helicopter flight, he arrived at the base of the Angenterian 301'st, the regiment he was personally in charge of.

"Colonel." Colonel Maxwell said, saluting as his commanding officer as he stepped out of the chopper. Colonel Maxwell was the second in command of the 301'st, and saw the day-to-day running of the regiment. The honor guard that flanked the pathway ahead also saluted, bringing their boot-heels to the ground and saluting. Estrum was pleased at the noise of several soldiers slamming their feet to the ground in perfect unison.

"Major." Estrum gave a curt nod to his second, who followed him down that path to the main encampment.

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301'st Main encampment, Colonel Estrum's office.

"So, when do we leave?" Maxwell asked, his cap tucked firmly under his arm. Their new orders were to proceed to a country called "Isola" and assist the defending army, which was apparently running out of time. The reason for doing so was simple. Isola had an abundance of resources that the Holy Imperium could utilize. A show of support, a crushing of an invading army, and wallah, resources.

"Immediately." The Colonel replied.

"I'll give the orders to mobilize, then."

"Very good."

In addition, a message was sent to the Isolan government by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

To: Isola
The Holy Imperium of Angenteria would like to aid the Isolan Army in it's endeavor. We are sending a regiment of Angenterian Imperial Guard to assist in your defense. They shall arrive in a matter of hours by both land and air.

((OOC: A single regiment has about 300,000 soldiers, including vehicle and air support. I indend to land my first 100,000 by air, and the rest will come in by land.))

(OOC: just respond if you want to be in a dossier country)

The Hadarken were traveling to the Isola's Site 666 airstrip under the cover of darkness. When they arrived in the early morning, before there was enough light to distinguish who was who, they set up a camp below the flat-topped hill where the airstrip was. It was miserable. They couldn't set up fires because early morning guards would spot the smoke instantly. Their tents had to be covered in plant leaves and branches, which made them uncomfortable to be in because of insects who buzzed to the tents. Eventually, they made their way up the hill to the airstrip. The Isola's alerted their guards, but it was too late. The airstrip was under heavy fire. In less than an hour, the airstrip was captured. The Hadarken had triumphed. Out of the 500 Isola defenders, only 20 managed to escape. The rest died in the frenzy of fighting. The Hadarken had barely any losses, save a man here and there. It was the most humiliating defeat the Isola's had ever experienced. And after that day, they swore it wouldn't happen again.

To: The Holy Imperium
From: Isola

We have just suffered a humiliating defeat. The reinforcements will be gladly welcomed. Thank you for the assistance. 2000 Barrels of oil will be delivered after your reinforcements arrive. More resources will follow in the coming battles.

Commander Umbara of the Isola Site 666 Garrison paced around with a worried expression. Upon hearing the loss of the airstrip and the coming reinforcements from other countries he prayed that they could retake the airstrip with their allies. He'd already reduced rations by 90% and the men were already starving before he did that. Soon the men would be dying of starvation. He knew unless they retook the airfield he might as well surrender. Still, he knew that chances were slim that airfield would belong to Isola ever again. And thus, he continued pacing around.

The PMC's were dropped over a wide area near a clearing, with their IFV's somewhat off target. They split off into several groups of about 70, and began their operations. The first target was a small city with a military base.

[ooc: so do we RP our own battles, or what?]

Hadarken Bombers commenced their "Ande Puele" Raids. (OOC: Ande Puele was a fallen Hadarken Ace during the first invasion of Site 666) These were carpet bombing raids which destroyed many villages and killed many innocents as well as Isola guards. Soon the surrounding villages were in uproar, openly opposing the Hadarken invaders. Their support was in vain, however, as the Hadarken came closer and ever closer to the main defenses of Site 666

[OOC: yes you rp your own battles. You can drag the Hadarken and Isola into the battle but make it realistic. 1000 Hadarken soldiers dont beat 99999999 Isola soldiers]

The small city was Gendora Ifal, a small settlement which had been cultivated long ago. The outpost, which encompassed and defended the city, had many outlying "tree towers". These towers blended into the small, spread out forests by posing as craggy, dead trees. The tower guards spotted the PMC invaders and (through a series of tunnels using light flashes for signals to spread the word) alerted the main base of the invading PMCs. The civilians were evacuated and the base was readied for combat. It was gonna be a long day.

[Backround story before the battle of Gendore Ifal by an Isola soldier who later recalled the war 20 years later)

Oh we prepared. [laughs] [shakes head] As if we had a chance. We all thought we could beat them. Rightttt. [laughs] We were doomed from the start. Ahhhh... If only they knew, maybe so many wouldn't have to die. - Andrew Injit, Ex-Isola Soldier

"Sir, we've crossed the border into Isolan Airspace."

An armada of planes crossed the border into Isola. It consisted mostly of Military-Grade cargo planes, which carried 100,000 soldiers, along with IFV's, into combat. They were escrted by a number of Angenterian Fighters. They were heading for a nearby city, where a skirmish seemed to be taking place.

"Green light for combat drop, good luck, sir."

The back of the cargo plane swung open, and light poured into the plane.

"Alright! GO, GO, GO!" The officer waved his soldiers off the plane, who jumped off in turn.

All around them, the same thing was happening. Soldiers were jumping out of their planes, their parachutes coming up toward the ground, heading for a clear area just outside the city limits.

The Commander in charge of Gendfore Ifal's Defenses looked through his telescope as thousands of tiny soldiers parachuted to the ground. He put away his telescope then called up his Lieutenant.

"Sir?" the officer asked.

"It's time. Send in the men and close the gates. Have them turn on the electrified barbed wire fence. Keep the snipers on the roofs and have the artillery put up," said the commander so fast it was almost a blur.

"Yes sir," responded the officer.

The Hadarken had also seen the paratroops dropping in.

"Send our men to capture that city. We don't want Isola and her allies to make this hard for us," said General Hadarken.

"Yes sir. Reinforcements are already en-route to the city," said a guard as he ran back from relaying the orders.

"Good."

"Sir, we also recieved word our allies at PMC have arrived to take over the city."

General Hadarken smiled a sick, creepy smile.

Then he said,"Perfect...."

[ooc:got it]


"1st company move in, 2nd and 5th will flank."

The city was a heated battle between the twp opposing armies. From where the 1st company moved in, the streets were littered with corpses as if the two groups had killed each other off at the same time. Suddenly several bursts of machine gun fire came from a nearby building, and 5 PMC's were killed. As they began to return fire, the 2nd company radioed in.

"This is 2nd company, we are pinned down, snipers and a heavy machine gun in the hospit--"

"This is 1st, 2nd is pinned and taking heavy casualties, where are the BMP's?"

"They should be there any second"

"Copy" " 'A' Squad, flank the hospital, engage at will."

They could hear the roaring the the engines from the BMP-3's, and the moral of the survivors of 2nd company was lifted instantly. When it showed up, it's bow machine guns were lighting up the front entrance of the hospital, where the heavy machinegun was set. It stopped sideways, as to provide cover for the wounded PMC's while the medical BTR-80 evacuated survivors.

"Gunner, fire the 100mm at the 2nd floor window second to last."

"Copy"

The main gun decimated the room, aided by the oxygen tanks which ignited from the shell.

"1st Company, sniper is history, advance to the town square, I'll move in on a supporting role."

With the invading PMCs heading for the town square the commander sent all his elite forces to defend it. Tanks were also dispatched to cover the invading side. 500 troops were evacted as the city began to burn. And then, the insane happened. The commander and the rest of the troops evaced, much to the surprise of the PMCs.
Then a nuke struck the city, and all still inside died in seconds.

Meanwhile, Hadarken forces were smashing through the Isola's other main defense line, the Isola Imperial Line (IIL). Things were going wrong everywhere for Isola.

"Sir, IIL Division 15 is down!" yelled a worried gunner.

"Just hold out, pull back ISOF (Isola Special Operations Forces) 77 back and have em snipe from the towers!" replied an officer.

"AHHHH! RUN! PZ-20 TANKS COMING IN!" screamed a sniper, whos helmet was blown off by a shell explosion.

"Pull back! Pull back!! We can't hold IIL Sec. 7! JUST RUN!!!" an officer yelled over gunfire as PZ-20 heavy Hadarken tanks darkened the skies with their giant shell shots.

"What is THAT!?" Captain Julius stated, mouth wide open.

"Sir! The Isola commander has nuked his own city!"

The Captain stared out, clueless. They had just arrived in support of the Isola defenders, only to find a mushroom cloud and ruins.

"Sir?"

"Begin to encircle the outskirts of the city. Crush the remaining invading troops."

"Yes, sir."

"did you see that?"

"Yeah. Assume there are no survivors and continue with the main objective."

"HQ, we just lost a little over half our guys in a nuclear attack, any possibility of reinforcements?"

"Negative, continue mission for the time being."

"Copy, Out."

"Send a BMP to check the area near the blast, they said they had only sent a platoon into the town directly. Radio, locate the rest of the armor, since they were off course."

As the Hadarken overrun the defending IIL forces, the Isolas made a brave last stand.

"This is the last line of defense! There will be no falling back!" an officer ordered.

"Comeon, into the foxhole, hurry!!" yelled a machinegunner to a running soldier.

A sniper in the same foxhole radioed to Site 666 main command,"We need reinforcements!! Men are down!"

Then the machinegunner whispered to the sniper,"Uh oh..."

"WHAT UH OH?!" the sniper yelled back with the radio still on.

On the other side of the line, Commander Umbara heard the following:

"Oh my--- ... Oh! .... (static)"

Then the line went dead.

"Colonel, we're nearing the Isolan Line. It seems they're under attack."

"Right. All units assume combat formation. Deploy infantry units."

The rest of the 301'st had arrived by ground, bringing their heavy tanks and helicopter support. Colonel Estrum and Major Maxwell were riding in their command vehicles, surrounded by hundreds of troop transports.

The advance halted, and the IFV's deployed, putting 100,000 more soldiers on the ground. The last 100,000 of the regiment would be held in reserve, just in case.

"Alright, all units, advance!" Colonel Estrum commanded into his comm-bead.

The Angenterian 301'st thundered toward the battle.

To: Isola's leaders
From: Mt. Id.

Sirs, We're sending this message informing you that I have 90,000 troops ready to airdrop into you're defense areas. All that is needed is a clear spot for 20 waves of drops 5,000 troops each. We are also readying our mechanized units of 1,000 Abrams Tanks ready to move in on our command. All that is needed is permission to help.

To: Mt. Id.
From: Commander Umbara

Send them in immediatly. The IIL (Isola Imperial Line) has an airstrip big enough for that many men. Please Hurry!

To: Commander Umbara
From: Mt. Id.

No need sir. We have enough planes on our own. And I hope you don't mind, but we assumed on you're acceptance and sent the planes ahead of our message. They should be arriveing in the next few minutes and the tanks will be there in less than 30 mins.

IIL was almost completely overrun. However, Commander Umbara refused to abandon it.

"Mark my words, I will not lose another battle. We will commit to this front with all our men. I don't care if BILLIONS die! We will win!" -- Commander Umbara, when asked by one of his generals to abandon the front.

The radio on the plane crackled as the new command came over the line

Base: "You have a go. First wave, drop as soon as you're over the DZ. Rest of the fleet, we're going to unload as fast as possible so don't bother even slowing down."

Wave 1 leader: "Roger that base, over and out"

The rear doors of the leading plane opened and the sky was filled with opening canopys as hundreds and hundreds of soldiers parachuted down into the hot zone. If one looked to the sky, they could see an appearingly unlimited number of falling objects with more to come.

With the IIL almost destroyed, the Isola's turned to their last resort. They activated Project C.U.B.E. Soon, experimental mech forces arrived to assist the losing IIL Garrison.
The Hadarken were astonished. The mechs killed with prescision and fury. Soon, the Hadarken were the ones retreating.

(ooc: just so you guys know and don't get mad at me, this is my first RP so i'll do my best :). lol)

"Colonel, It looks like the Hadarken forces are retreating from the battle."

"Send a detachment to encircle them and cut off their path of retreat. The rest of us will continue to the Isolan line to reinforce their position."

"Yes sir."

A number of heavy tanks and IFV's detached from the main advance, encircling the battlefield to cut off the retreat.

The BMP returned followed by a convoy of others. in total, about 15,000 survivors. When they all regrouped, joined by the combined armor battalion, they followed a Hadarken group to a seemingly important Isolan military base. The Hadarken forces lead the attack on the base, which had a series of trenches and an antitank mine field. The PMC artillery units began to shell the Isolan defenses, while receiving fire from their own artillery.

An enemy tank showed up near the gate and destroyed a disabled BMP, killing several soldiers near it. An AT soldier fired his RPG-29 at the tank, followed by several RPG-18's from supporting PMC's. The tank was hit several times, and the crew bailed to avoid a cook off from a fire that started inside.

Project C.U.B.E. soldiers were soon pushed back however as the experimental Hadarken Tank Force, using the experimental PZ-2500, was sent in. The IIL forces were again being overwhelmed by the force of the Hadarken. Still, the Isolas refused to give in.

"Eat this!" yelled a machinegunner as he lit up the front of the foxhole with machinegun bullets.

Hadarken soldiers fell in front of him.

The bazooka wielding soldier next to him shot at some PZ-2500 tanks, which quickly fell, as their superior weapon and armor armor left them vunerable to only the mighty S.T.I.N.G. soldier (bazooka soldier).

"Open fire!" was the order of a tank commander as his crew fired shells out of the Isola PV-90 tank.

"Try some of this!" said a flame trooper as he engulfed Hadarken soldiers in flames.

It seemed the Isolas would somehow win the day... or would they?

As more and more Mt Id troops landing inside the DZ, they moved off into their assigned groups preparing for a counter attack against the attacking forces. Once half of the troops had landed, they began their march on the nearest enemy troops. Armed with XM8 assualt rifles, capable of fully automatic fire, accurate single shots, and various attachments such as grenade launchers, shotguns, and sniper scopes, they should pose a considerable threat.

Horrifyingly, the Hadarken were turning the tide of battle in their favor with exploding soldiers. Soon the Isolas retreated to the airfield, the IILs last strongpoint.

"Hey, light those guys up!" screamed an officer.

"Got it!" yelled a flame trooper.

Soon many a Hadarken soldier were alight.

Some soldiers were busy chainsawing Hadarkens.
(OOC: The non-specialist (ie. not sniper, not flame trooper, not machinegunner) soldier had 2 weapons. A belt fed mini uzi in one hand, and a chainsaw in the other)

"VRROOOOOM" went the chainsaw of an Isola soldier as he cut a Hadarken's arm off, bone and all.

"I love the smell of napalm in the morning." said a flame trooper.

Isola was determined to make her last stand at IIL here, and her last stand it would be.

"All units, engage!" The Colonel yelled into his comm-bead. Soon, the tanks around him began firing, pouring shells into the enemy experimental tanks. This was an armored battle, and he hoped his heavy tanks were enough to pierce their armor.

Heavy 1: "Base, this is leading tank battalion. We have a confirmed visual on the Isola defenders under attack by the PMP. Requesting permission to engage."

Base: "Permission granted. Fire at will"

The horizon lit up as over a hundred tanks opened fire on the PMP forces.

Day 2 of the Last Stand at IIL

As soldiers saw the next day after the fighting subsided as both armies reinforced their troops, IIL was a wasteland. Stinking bodies and mud mixed with remains of the once great IIL defenses. Especially the mud posed a problem, as tanks were stuck and had to be pulled by their own crew! The whole day was spent planning and repairing and restocking, as well as meeting with allied commanders.

(OOC: btw Mt. Id. Chernobl is on our sir, the PMP units are the enemy [led by Chernobl-Pripayt])

The leader of the Mt Id Infantry, Commander Blake, walked over to the other Commanders.

"Sorry we're were a little late in coming, friends. Hopefully we'll be able to assist and end this fight in the most favorable way for us."

(OOC *doh*...whoops. Lol. Told you i was new at this)

OOC: lol, well im gonna go off. See yah

(Yeah, i g2g myself. Time for dinner :D)

The battle had gone well. Though the Isolan line was now a wasteland, it was still an Isolan wasteland.

Colonel Estrum had just been greeted by another man, presumably from the Mt Id forces.

"Colonel Estrum, Angenterian Imperial Guard. Your help is appreciated." He stuck out his hand.

Godzillland is sending in an advance division of 300 Maser equiped tanks and 3 wings of ASTOLs to support the facility's defenses.

OOC: How long has the conflict between Isola and Hadarken been going on?

To:Isolas
From: The Vietnam Empire

The National Assembly of Vietnam Empire has declared to aid you. And if you like, please provide us Aircover while our Paratroopers plane (containing 100,000 soldiers) are enroute, also we would like to help you on any part of the battlefield before we drop into the center of your base.

Blake shook Estrum's hand.

"Commander Blake of Mt. Id's First Response and Rapid Deployment force. We're the ones one call for situations like this. Unfortunatly, we'll also probably be the only forces heading this way. We do need to keep some of our troops back for our own defense. But glad to help in anyway we can"

"ENEMY TANK FIRE! DEFENSIVE POSITIONS, TAKE THE HIGH GROUND!"
"Negative, pull back into the woods, our choppers will get them from the air!"
"This is Z Company, requesting any and all support on our location, we have multiple tanks to our east, over!"

"Copy that, artillery strike inbound, helicopters will arrive shortly."

While Z Company was being engaged by the tanks, the bulk of the force had took place in an assault on an important base with the Hadarken forces was a success, however only 23 PMC's remained out of the 1,000 that had assisted in the battle. There wasn't any Hadarken or Isoan forces left alive.

"B Squad secure the perimeter, We're going to check the base for documents. While you're checking the perimeter, see if you can find a working radio to call for evac."

A Squad surfaced some time later, just finding some missile specs, and a map of the Isoan Military's bases. It also marked a secret entrance to Site 666, which was the PMC's primary objective.

"Find anything?"

"A map. That's the only thing we could use. Salem found specs for a new SCUD-type missile. He'll probably sell it on the black market, the SRCP has those kind of missiles."

"Any enemies inside?"

"Just wounded men, not combat capable. We're just gonna leave them here. An more survivors from our group?"

"Two. And there were a handful of Hadarken soldiers left, and some Isoan soldiers. Should we bring them with us?"

"Sure, why not. I doubt any one is going to come here for a while."

Heavy 1: "Base we have incoming artillary rounds. Our armor should protect from most but this is some pretty heavt stu...KABOOM...."

Base: "Come in Heavy 1. What's your status?"

Heavy 1:"........"

Heavy 2:"Base, this is Heavy 2. Heavy 1's tank was hit directly by one of those rounds. I don't know if...Wait! the crew is climbing out! Looks like they're ok but the tank's ruined. I don't know how much more of this we can take. Our armor is taking most of it, but we've still got tanks going up everywhere."

Base: "Roger that Heavy 2, normal artillery takes time to change firing positions so go into full evasive action and see if you can't pin up those troops inside that complex. Take out any forces along the way. If you get close enough, the artillery will hopefully stop firing for fear of hitting theur own."

Heavy 2: "Roger that base. Are we going to be getting any air support soon?"

Base: "Negative, Heavy 2. Air support is currently grounded. They have no clear zones to attack."

Heavy 2: "Roger that base. Over and out."

The tanks form a staggerd line and begin racing across the ground towards the capturad Isoan base.

V.E. HQ: "There is no response from Isola. Have you reached the Isola Base yet?"

Plane 1: "No, we are 100 miles away"

HQ: "Our intel said that you might get into the enemies air defensive in about 50 miles from where you are"

Plane 1: "Great....."

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Forces
100,000 ground forces (equipped with anti-tank; anti-air; assault; and sniper)

Reinforcements
50,000 Armored units (state-of-the-art; battle tank, anti-air, artillery L.O.S)
50,000 ground units

More reinforcements will be soon join in.

Estrum looked at Blake.

"We can't just sit here and stay on the defensive, though. There's a military base nearby that's being held by Hadarken troops, which contains much-needed supplies for the Isolan garrison. Will you be joining us?"

OOC: Sorry guys but I'm closing this RP. I feel like I failed when I made this. lol
I'm making a new futuristic rp "The Way: Act 1: Downfall of the Covenant" which I'm going to try putting more time into. Again, sorry.

(dang...and i was just getting into it)

OOC: Ahh well....Guess i have fun with this last post then...

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IC:

"Sir, I'm getting a message from HQ...it said pull back...that place is going nuclear.."
said Capt. Le

All planes diverted and return to base. Meanwhile, in the secret military facility, the launch is being warmed up.

Johnson: "Message from President Mendoza....launch 2 intercontinental ballistic nuclear missile at Isola.

Authorization Code. CABZDAA"

Smith; Breaks the Authentication tabs. "Charlie-Alpha-Bravo-Zulu-Delta-Alpha-Alpha....Codes are authentic."

Johnson: "Setting co-ordinates to Isola Base." Flips the Nuclear missile key and puts in the Key. "Ready"

Smith: Puts in his key "Ready......" Turns

Computer: Missile sequence launch in T-minus 5......4.......3......2.......1.....Initiating Launch

1 hour later...Isola base....KABOOM!!!!

The End.