United Cationan States
24-10-2008, 00:45
The snow covering New Siberia, a state in Cationa, was thick as usaul, about a few centimetres tall. Of course, the Rugovan 209th Army destroyed the natural beauty in the land, with about 25,000 troops preparing for the assault on the Petrovich Oil Field. Their country's communist government had sucked their economy dry, requiring invasion to save them from certain doom.
Nathen James, a vetern of these wars against Rugova, was lying on his belly on a cliff, a couple of hundred metres from the facisti. He was aiming down the sights of Caledonia 18, a deadly sniper rifle from Cationa. He was dressed in a thick, fur winter coat, with a brown winter hat, along with other equipment. He was looking for one of the officers. The privates were like him back in 1980; The Rossiya State Conflict. They were conscripts. Killing them was worthless, but getting the CA .77 bullet through a colonel's head was always important.
He crawled slightly right, to make room for the 22-year-old Michael Roberts, a young captain, but deadly with a Defcom .66, or so General Michael Williams of the 99th had told him. The Cationan Army was doing quite well, better than the conscription times, anyway.
"GREEN SCOUT, hold your fire," ordered James. "I think we got some Alvin or Williams."
Alvin meant 'generals' in code. 'Williams' was Heros of Rugova.
((OOC: You can join this here as (I'm suggesting) a commanding officer in my military, your nation's military, a normal soldier in either army, a commanding officer in the Rugovan Army, or so on. Please join, I think this here has some potential.
Nathen James, a vetern of these wars against Rugova, was lying on his belly on a cliff, a couple of hundred metres from the facisti. He was aiming down the sights of Caledonia 18, a deadly sniper rifle from Cationa. He was dressed in a thick, fur winter coat, with a brown winter hat, along with other equipment. He was looking for one of the officers. The privates were like him back in 1980; The Rossiya State Conflict. They were conscripts. Killing them was worthless, but getting the CA .77 bullet through a colonel's head was always important.
He crawled slightly right, to make room for the 22-year-old Michael Roberts, a young captain, but deadly with a Defcom .66, or so General Michael Williams of the 99th had told him. The Cationan Army was doing quite well, better than the conscription times, anyway.
"GREEN SCOUT, hold your fire," ordered James. "I think we got some Alvin or Williams."
Alvin meant 'generals' in code. 'Williams' was Heros of Rugova.
((OOC: You can join this here as (I'm suggesting) a commanding officer in my military, your nation's military, a normal soldier in either army, a commanding officer in the Rugovan Army, or so on. Please join, I think this here has some potential.