NationStates Jolt Archive

Song meant for passage: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=bz-qeJOo7cs

The winter snow was falling in Chiasia. A nation bordered by Russia & China mainly, it had a northern climate similar to Russia's; snow-covered. Unfortunately for the Chiasian Special Forces, this was Yin Province, part of the Federation. Facist terrorists were ravaging the land, and they were caught in constant conflict with communist terrorists from Rossiya.

"More terrorists?" wondered a young CSF private, as his squad moved through the snow-covered land. Yin was rated one of the most dangerous places in Asia by now.

"Eyes and ears," instructed Captain Hei Ling, scanning the area with her AK-47.

Russia was just a few miles north. A few communists would be coming this way soon, undoubtly. The Bolsheviks, as the squad called them, were probably sponsered by some communist united states in a far-off land.

"Hide," commanded Ling, as the squad instantly dropped down and covered themselves with pure white snow. Not for long.

Guns started being fired, by warring factions. Another facist/communist battle, then. The squad, Ultra Eagle, was sick of these battles, and wanted to destroy both factions. Ling gave them what they wanted.

"Silent approach," she ordered, as they advanced slowly, readying grenades.

The factions were in an all-out battle over a particular spot. The right faction, probably the Bolsheviks, were winning, and the facists looked confused.

"RPG quadruple,"

The entire squad grabbed their RPGs, hung over their backs, and took aim at a faction of their chose.

Fire.
Blood.
Death.

The factions stood battered, blood and guts everywhere. A leg had hit a nearby tree and had splattered blood all over it.

"Here we..." muttered Ling, before a sniper's bullet went through her, and the others, heads.

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(OOC- I'll be the sniper)
Sergei laid belly-down on the outcropping, trying to ignore the cold seeping through his jacket. He watched through his scope as the CSF soldiers moved through the territory. They opened fire on both factions, indiscrimate.
Those idiots, all they care about is killing. They don't care who they kill! He thought, angrily. He took careful aim and fired, easily hitting them all. Not so aware of their surroundings, are they?

Silverliquid.

Silverliquid are the most feared special forces in Chiasia. They have been trialed eighteen times in five years for 'terrorism' and 'break of basic human rights' in an international military court. They still are there, behind the scenes. It is time for them to rise up.

The Battlehawk stormed across the snow-peaked forests, complete with a squadrin of Silverliquid in it. They had been informed about those amateurs at CSF doing a suicide mission and getting themselves killed, as you would expect.

"So, we land, kill everybody, set a bomb off and boom?"

"Yes."

:Sergei: His commanding officer, Captain Ustinov, said, voice crackling over the headset, :we're regrouping. That means you too.:
:Yes, sir. I'm coming,: Sergei replied. He picked up his rifle and climbed swiftly down from his post and walked quietly but swiftly to rejoin the other Bolsheviks.
"What orders sir?" He asked.
"End this as quickly as possible, then we get out of here. We've been here too long," Captain Ustinov said. Then the fascists opened fire and it was back to run, shoot, duck, shoot.

The soldiers parachuted down silently, then started firing from the facist side. It was required before planting the Mother.

"Idoicracy," muttered a soldier, hoping not to be shot like the female captain he was beside.

"Sir, I just saw a bomb being thrown into the battlefield!" One of the Bolsheviks said.
"All men, to me!" The Captain shouted, "We're getting out of here! NOW!"
They scrambled backwards as fast as they could over the rough terrain, laying down covering fire as they went.

"We haven't even planted the thing, and they're running!" laughed the captain.

"Regroup!" The Captain shouted, "Stop panicking, for God's sake! We have to do this carefully. Wait out here, hope whatever happens doesn't hit us, then go back in and declare victory."
"Is that a good idea, sir?" One of the soldiers asked.
"It's all I can think of," The Captain said, "So shut your mouth."

The soldiers aimed carefully down their sights. They had AK-47s, like most soldiers on the battlefield. It was snowing mildly, and they were covered by snow in their big, winter fur coats from St.Petersburg.

"They're regrouping," observed Captain Lee 'Kimmy' Gyeong. "Hold your fire."

As they started scheming and attacking, they sensed this was the team to kill the 'though-to-be' leader, who was ordering them all about.

"Weapons free," orded Gyeong, as the squad emptied their round on the communists.

Suddenly, weapons fire poured into the Bolshevik ranks. They tried to return fire, but that did not have much of an effect. Blood and guts flew through the air, turning the snow pink.

"Feels just like Call of Duty Four..." laughed the youngest private, blasting the Bolsheviks mindlessly.

They started collasping, blood and guts flying everywhere, just like the RPGs had done earlier. It was a sight.

The facists had noticed the Silverliquids, and started surronding the Chiasians.

"Arm the bomb!" ordered the Captain.

The Bomb Was Armed.

The fascists surrounded the Silverliquids and aimed their guns, not noticing the bomb.
"Kill them all!" Their leader shouted. They opened fire.