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OOC: This is CLOSED! I have an old score to settle

"Sir! It's...It's amazing!" The Captain of the light Transport The Claw smiled and nodded. "I'm amazed.... The Oceans are still blue... I thought it'd be a nuclear wasteland by now." Suddenly, one of the engineers burst into the bridge, panting and holding out a slip of paper. "Sir ... You'll... Want... To... See... What's... On... Here..." Slipping on his glasses and bringing the paper up to his face, He carefully scanned it.

Intercepted radio signals:
*static* Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you f-*Static*

Official Message to Macgruber:
You can take our cities from our cold de- *static*


Crumpling the paper in his hands, he looked down upon Earth with disgust. "Macgruber and Cuborg..." Turning to his aide, he spoke with an oddly restrained voice "Inform Legatus Legionus Gaius of our...Situation. I'm sure he'll make the right choice." Giving the Captain a cautionary look, he slipped the paper away and rushed down the hall. Glaring down at Earth, the captain muttered to no one in particular. "You'll burn now. For vengeance isn't the Lord's, it's mine!"

OOC: I'm not sure if your ships are stealth or not, but i assume there close to earth so we might pick it up on radar and its probably huge.

"Sir, We have picked up this weak signal coming up over The Cuborg/Macgruber continent." General Brent says placing a file on Macgruber's desk.
"So what. Shoot it down! That really didn't require my attention." Macgruber said angrily.
"Well sir.... um its not from earth. We don't know what it is or where it came from. Oh one more its bigger than any of our satellites, much bigger. There could be more but we can't pick them up." Brent worried.
"Quick send a message to Cuborg of our findings. This could be important." Macgruber responded.

Official Message to Cuborg, enclosed the information of large strange object: We have no idea what this is or who. We are currently trying to get a visual from a telescope i suggest you do the same. We will cease all hostile actions against you in till this is resolved.


OCC: If you have a reason i can't do this I'll deleted the post.

OOC: I'm not sure if your ships are stealth or not, but i assume there close to earth so we might pick it up on radar and its probably huge.

"Sir, We have picked up this weak signal coming up over The Cuborg/Macgruber continent." General Brent says placing a file on Macgruber's desk.
"So what. Shoot it down! That really didn't require my attention." Macgruber said angrily.
"Well sir.... um its not from earth. We don't know what it is or where it came from. Oh one more its bigger than any of our satellites, much bigger. There could be more but we can't pick them up." Brent worried.
"Quick send a message to Cuborg of our findings. This could be important." Macgruber responded.

Official Message to Cuborg, enclosed the information of large strange object: We have no idea what this is or who. We are currently trying to get a visual from a telescope i suggest you do the same. We will cease all hostile actions against you in till this is resolved.


OCC: If you have a reason i can't do this I'll deleted the post.
OOC: Yeah, it's not stealthed or anything.

OOC: So my post is fine is guess. Cuborg is still sleeping but he will be on real soon. How big are theses thing anyway?

OOC: So my post is fine is guess. Cuborg is still sleeping but he will be on real soon. How big are theses thing anyway?

OOC: About two-thousand feet long by five-hundred feet wide. It's unarmed, except for the soldiers in it's hold. It carries about five-thousand soldiers and two-thousand crewmen.

The Cuborg high command reviews the information sent from Macgruber. One of the countries few atomic bombs (from the 50's) is put in a rocket, and launched at the two kilometer long juggernaut.

Official Message to Macgruber:
Problem solved.

The Cuborg high command reviews the information sent from Macgruber. One of the countries few atomic bombs (from the 50's) is put in a rocket, and launched at the two kilometer long juggernaut.

Official Message to Macgruber:
Problem solved.

"Christ, sir, they're sending a nuke at us!" The Captain of The Claw raised his eyebrows. "Do they really think we're that weak? Hell, even if our shields were down..." He shook his head. "Wait for the impact, if they want to start a nuclear winter, let them. After that, we'll deploy the troops." His aide nodded. "Shields down by 37%. Nuclear fallout is minimal."
"Very well. Deploy the troops."

"Alright boys, ready up your External Deployment systems, we're going down!"
"So much for peace on Earth."
"Shut up and gear up. We've got only a few minutes before deployment."

Ptolemy rushed down the hallway, gasping for air with his EDS in one hand and rifle in the other. Busting down the door, Ptolemy began to inform his surprised squadmates. "We're gearing up! Hurry, grab your EDS and get to the hanger! We're going down early!" Yanking his EDS off the rack, Julius commented quietly "Why do always get the dangerous jobs?" Ptolemy glanced back to him. "Because we're the Infantry, Julius. And God loves the Infantry."

In the skies over Cuborg and Macgruber, thousands of small dots flew through the sky, raining down like a meteor shower. A close observer would notice they looked somewhat humanoid...

"Sir, the missile is thirty seconds away from impact. But, they've launched something."
"So shoot them the hell down."
"We can't. They're too small and not emitting any engine heat or electromagnet fields."
"So shoot them down."
"With all due respect sir, what do we have to shoot them down with?"
"The goddamned artillery! Have the 501st fire some flak at whatever these things are. That will soften them up a little."
"Yes sir."

The 501st artillery battery was the fourth largest in Cuborg. The unidentified objects would meet with good ol' Dr. Flak...

"There's the flare! Engage!" The forty guns launched their fragmentary cargo with hundreds of loud CRACKS. The shells would go off more or less in the middle of the groupings of the UFOS...

OCC: Are they close to together or not?

"Sir, There are thousands of dots raining over our borders. Cuborg is firing at them."
"Cuborg? Those tea sucking pansies. Authorize the MSS Purplehaze to engage the ship. Mobilize the entire army to be ready to intercept the UFOs." Macgruber yells.

The Purplehaze launches 10 BGM-109 Tomahawk missiles (high explosive warheads) at the Large UFO.

"Sir, the missile is thirty seconds away from impact. But, they've launched something."
"So shoot them the hell down."
"We can't. They're too small and not emitting any engine heat or electromagnet fields."
"So shoot them down."
"With all due respect sir, what do we have to shoot them down with?"
"The goddamned artillery! Have the 501st fire some flak at whatever these things are. That will soften them up a little."
"Yes sir."

The 501st artillery battery was the fourth largest in Cuborg. The unidentified objects would meet with good ol' Dr. Flak...

"There's the flare! Engage!" The forty guns launched their fragmentary cargo with hundreds of loud CRACKS. The shells would go off more or less in the middle of the groupings of the UFOS...
Ptolemy felt him self thrown into the air, the familiar pre-landing eject. Landing on the ground with ease, Ptolemy's ears began to adjust to the sounds around him. Rubbing his armor, Ptolemy suddenly realized what those loud booms were. Flak cannons. Shouting into his communications sytem, he tried to link up with his team. "This is Commander Ptolemy of the Raven's Blood, Artie? Decimus? Julius? Are any of you wounded?" Artie's voice was the first that buzzed over to Ptolemy. "No sir, all systems online and unharmed." Julius was next. "No sir, I'm fine." A weak voice came over the comm. system. "I...I'm...My arm..." Ptolemy swore quietly. "It's gonna be okay Decimus, where are you?" Artie cut in. "I've got a lock on him. He's just north of you sir." Running towards the signal, Ptolemy was met with a horrible sight. Dozens of troops, chunks of metal sticking through their armor, blood spurting out. Some were already dead. Others had the horrible fate of still living. Spotting Decimus' armband that signified his squad, Ptolemy rushed over to him. "Decimus! You're going to be okay. Just hold on." Decimus cradled his arm, sobbing quietly. Examining it, Ptolemy furrowed his brow. "Damn. I can't deal with this..." Hearing footsteps behind him, Ptolemy nodded as Artie pulled down beside him. "How bad does it look Artie?" Artie examined it closely, his eyes not missing anything. "I'm afraid... Even with my precision, Decimus has only a 35.5444% chance of surviving." Ptolemy nodded grimly. "And without surgery?"
"4.335%."
"Carry it out."

"Come on! We don't have all day! Get into those trees! Activate camoflauge!" Hundreds of troops dashed into the woods, their armor making them little more then a blur. Radio chatter cut down immensely, only the groans of the wounded still broke the silence...
OCC: Are they close to together or not?

"Sir, There are thousands of dots raining over our borders. Cuborg is firing at them."
"Cuborg? Those tea sucking pansies. Authorize the MSS Purplehaze to engage the ship. Mobilize the entire army to be ready to intercept the UFOs." Macgruber yells.

The Purplehaze launches 10 BGM-109 Tomahawk missiles (high explosive warheads) at the Large UFO.

OOC: They're fairly close together.

"Damn. What don't they get? If a fucking nuke doesn't breach our hull, why would a few little..." A gigantic explosion shook the ship. Floating around, the captain grabbed onto a nearby pipe to stay himself in the zero-gee enviroment. "What the hell was that?"
"Ergh... Ten HE missiles... Shields down to 12%..." The Captain quietly swore. "Why the hell didn't we bring along an escort?"

The largest artillery piece in Cuborg was also the most powerful. The brains behind the gun had figured that it could probably break out of the atmosphere. The gunners agreed with the hastily put together plan of launching several small nuclear weapons at the UFO before it could do anymore harm. The small, but powerful blasts should cripple, or better yet, destroy the ship. There was the CRACKS that the gun crews were used to, but only ten CRACKS this time...

"Sir, the falling dots appear to have been some sort of paratroop drop."
"I see. Have the Model-02's accompany the attack on them."

The largest grouping paratroopers would be surrounded and attacked by 2500 armed men, 47 T-90s, and two of the Cuborg BOW Program's Model-02s. The men had simple AK-47s, while the tanks had Granatmaschinenwaffe (grenade machine guns) as well as .50 heavy machine guns and the main cannon. The M-02s had their toned-down Gatling guns. The troops would drive through the snowy countryside in Boxer APCs and catch up to the invaders as they moved out.

"Sir, the Tomahawks was a failure. Its appears the ship has a Shield of some sorts around it."
"Cuborg is firing artillery at it Hmmmmm. Fire a special nuke at the Ship."

At a undisclosed location A 300kt nuclear bomb is outfitted with a bunker busting missile meant on destroying the hardest structures from inside is fired at the center of the UFO.

As the Paratroopers land, 6,000 armed soldiers, 100 M1 Abrams and 200 Humvees encircle the largest grouping of paratroopers in Macgruber. Others grouping are hunted by Groupings of attack helicopters and more ground soldiers and Humvees. The ground soldiers are equipped with Type 81 assault rifles. A plane flying over the large group drops several Napalm bombs over the group

All Macgruber cities go into lock down and fortifications are set around the cities.

The largest artillery piece in Cuborg was also the most powerful. The brains behind the gun had figured that it could probably break out of the atmosphere. The gunners agreed with the hastily put together plan of launching several small nuclear weapons at the UFO before it could do anymore harm. The small, but powerful blasts should cripple, or better yet, destroy the ship. There was the CRACKS that the gun crews were used to, but only ten CRACKS this time...

"Sir, the falling dots appear to have been some sort of paratroop drop."
"I see. Have the Model-02's accompany the attack on them."

The largest grouping paratroopers would be surrounded and attacked by 2500 armed men, 47 T-90s, and two of the Cuborg BOW Program's Model-02s. The men had simple AK-47s, while the tanks had Granatmaschinenwaffe (grenade machine guns) as well as .50 heavy machine guns and the main cannon. The M-02s had their toned-down Gatling guns. The troops would drive through the snowy countryside in Boxer APCs and catch up to the invaders as they moved out.
A grim silence came over the group that the Cuborg men had surrounded. The dead and wounded were strewn all over the place. Two things quickly became apparent to any observer there. One, that the only troops that were here were the wounded, the dead, and those tending to them. Two, that, despite the grievous bodily wounds, their rifles were working just fine. Shots rang out, bullets flying through the air, high-powered lasers burning through flesh and bone. Wounded they might have been, but helpless was far from the truth.

"Sir. We've got an APC coming up on us." The Raven nodded grimly "Activate active camoflauge, take up ambush positions on both sides of the APC. Use your lasers, set on 'Anti-Armor'."
"Yes sir."
"Sir, the Tomahawks was a failure. Its appears the ship has a Shield of some sorts around it."
"Cuborg is firing artillery at it Hmmmmm. Fire a special nuke at the Ship."

At a undisclosed location A 300kt nuclear bomb is outfitted with a bunker busting missile meant on destroying the hardest structures from inside is fired at the center of the UFO.

As the Paratroopers land, 6,000 armed soldiers, 100 M1 Abrams and 200 Humvees encircle the largest grouping of paratroopers in Macgruber. Others grouping are hunted by Groupings of attack helicopters and more ground soldiers and Humvees. The ground soldiers are equipped with Type 81 assault rifles. A plane flying over the large group drops several Napalm bombs over the group

All Macgruber cities go into lock down and fortifications are set around the cities.

As the Macgruber men surround the area, a similar situation becomes apparent. It's little more then a field hospital. This time however, most of the troops are either dead or unconscious. Only a few scattered bursts of rifle fire put up any sign of even noticing their arrival.

"Sir... They're firing another missile."
"Damn. We can't take any more of this. Withdraw behind Luna. Set the controls on AI, setting: Evade."
"Yes sir."
The transport began moving at an incredible speed, it's gigantic size hiding the powerful thrusters and engines within. Swiftly turning, it harnessed the moon's gravity to swing itself around to the dark side of the moon. Keeping it's orbit in sync with the moon's rotation, The Claw was completely hidden. "Come back around in an hour to check up on the legion."

The first wave of Cuborg soldiers encounter the decent resistance from dying men. They pulled back, firing little, and waited for the armored support.

The APCs rolled through the snowy plains towards the group of invaders. Within ten minutes they would arrive and probably destroy the threat. The APCs drove behind the slower tanks. The driver of the lead tank could have swore he'd seen a snowy silhouette of a man... Meh, probably just the wind.

The first wave of Cuborg soldiers encounter the decent resistance from dying men. They pulled back, firing little, and waited for the armored support.

The APCs rolled through the snowy plains towards the group of invaders. Within ten minutes they would arrive and probably destroy the threat. The APCs drove behind the slower tanks. The driver of the lead tank could have swore he'd seen a snowy silhouette of a man... Meh, probably just the wind.

The squad waited patiently until the last APC had just passed by them. As soon as it had rolled past their last man, all ten of them quickly jumped up and let loose an incredible amount of firepower. Their lasers burned through in a straight line, reaching temperatures high enough to burn through almost any metal...

As the Bombs begin to fall over the enemy group As soldiers begin to come into firing range. The troops notice lasers coming from strange blurs and begin fire at them. The lasers pierce any human target they hit causing the majority of the wounded to go into shock but not bleed to death.

"Sir, The ship is gone. The missile never made it."
"Have the missile go dead when it exits the atmosphere and enters orbit. If we are lucky they come back and then reactivate it and it should hit the target"
"Thats a stupid idea, the missile will just keep going"
"I got a plan. Send additional troops to reinforce the attack in case we lose."
"You got it 6000 more are currently on route."
"Have a plane drop a emp device over the enemy concentration that should disable there weapons and camouflage."

The squad waited patiently until the last APC had just passed by them. As soon as it had rolled past their last man, all ten of them quickly jumped up and let loose an incredible amount of firepower. Their lasers burned through in a straight line, reaching temperatures high enough to burn through almost any metal...

The tank and APC column had taken a few good initial hits, but the surviving tanks quickly located the position of the ambushers (lasers were a lot like tracers) and sprayed the burly silhouettes with 40mm grenades. The snow gathering on the camouflage suits were helping the gunners aim their explosive cargo at the attackers...

As the Bombs begin to fall over the enemy group As soldiers begin to come into firing range. The troops notice lasers coming from strange blurs and begin fire at them. The lasers pierce any human target they hit causing the majority of the wounded to go into shock but not bleed to death.

"Sir, The ship is gone. The missile never made it."
"Have the missile go dead when it exits the atmosphere and enters orbit. If we are lucky they come back and then reactivate it and it should hit the target"
"Thats a stupid idea, the missile will just keep going"
"I got a plan. Send additional troops to reinforce the attack in case we lose."
"You got it 6000 more are currently on route."
"Have a plane drop a emp device over the enemy concentration that should disable there weapons and camouflage."
OOC: Tell me when you drop the EMP.

The wounded soldiers continued to fight, although most disable their Active camoflauge, and divert the extra energy to their small personal shielding. This, however, does little against the bombs exploding all around them, blowing apart armor and bone alike. The quiet hum of their laser rifles and quick, harsh bursts of rifle fire begin to slow down as more men die upon the moist ground. A rare few throw down their weapons, shouting "Mercy! We surrender!"

The tank and APC column had taken a few good initial hits, but the surviving tanks quickly located the position of the ambushers (lasers were a lot like tracers) and sprayed the burly silhouettes with 40mm grenades. The snow gathering on the camouflage suits were helping the gunners aim their explosive cargo at the attackers...
OOC: The lasers are better then tracers if you're looking to get caught. They emit a continuous, straight line of fire.

"Christ!"
"Turn off camo! Divert energy to shield-urgh!" Man after man fell down to the grenades, initially hits producing little reaction, but before long, the Moralite squad looked like red-armored pincushions, their blood running out into the snow.

The surviving men, tanks, and APCs decided to move out to the main battle. A few more grenades were launched at the men, before the convoy made like a banana and got the fuck out of there.

The first wave commander radioed to the second-in-command of the convoy (the commander had been killed).

"Where the hell are you?"
"We are en route, repeat en route. ETA 8 minutes."
"First platoon pulling back."

The surviving men, tanks, and APCs decided to move out to the main battle. A few more grenades were launched at the men, before the convoy made like a banana and got the fuck out of there.

The first wave commander radioed to the second-in-command of the convoy (the commander had been killed).

"Where the hell are you?"
"We are en route, repeat en route. ETA 8 minutes."
"First platoon pulling back."

A single man still laid in the snow, his hand reaching out, wavering. His face buried in the snow, his hand shook... Then dropped as a final grenade fragment blew into his spine...

OOC: In my country its a like a hot tropic, there are rain forests.

"Call off the bombing and emp strike, but keep them in the air just in case." The commander shouts into his radio. The men continue to fire at all hostile troops. "Drop your weapons and place your hands in the air. If you decide not to comply i promise a painful death." Several Loud speakers broadcast loudly. Several dozen empty trucks pull up behind the Macgruber line waiting to pick up the POW.

"Sir, the battle is ending we got the ground. There men are beginning to surrender right now."
"Strip them of there armor and weapons and take the troops to The Blade3 Rip Off POW camp. Have there armor and weapons brought to the scientists in The Not So Vast Mountain Range."

OOC: In my country its a like a hot tropic, there are rain forests.

"Call off the bombing and emp strike, but keep them in the air just in case." The commander shouts into his radio. The men continue to fire at all hostile troops. "Drop your weapons and place your hands in the air. If you decide not to comply i promise a painful death." Several Loud speakers broadcast loudly. Several dozen empty trucks pull up behind the Macgruber line waiting to pick up the POW.

"Sir, the battle is ending we got the ground. There men are beginning to surrender right now."
"Strip them of there armor and weapons and take the troops to The Blade3 Rip Off POW camp. Have there armor and weapons brought to the scientists in The Not So Vast Mountain Range."
OOC: Okay, fixed.

When it became apparent that the Macgruber men were taking prisoners, the Moralites quickly turned on their own men, fire being divided almost equally between surrendering Moralite troops and Macgruber troops. Small explosions rocked body after body, utilizing the built-in self-destruct option in both Moralite weapons and armor. A single surrendering Moralite pushed through the Macgruber troops with his hands up and weapon back on the battlefield. Before long, there were only a few troops left, about a dozen, who still continued to fight...

"Hold fire!" A captain yells as the Macgruber men stop firing and take cover.
"Drop the EMP Now!" The commander yells into his radio. As the plane circles around and drops it payload.

"Sir, There are some causalities but it appears that we have won. An EMP is currently falling to deactivate there weapons and self destructed systems. Hopefully."
"Excellent, how is are Cuborg counterpart doing?"
"Umm not great, they surrounded roughly 3000 highly technology advanced men with 2500."

A Macgruber troop swiftly tackles the single Moralite troop and puts restraints on his hands. "Move and your dead" Another man says as he places a Beretta on the man forehead.

OOC: So I'm guessing the weapons explode if the soldier dies?

The armored support had reached the objective. The Moralites shot lasers through the armor, but few managed to disable the weapons or engine, or kill the crew. The tanks and APC laid down heavy suppressive fire with the 44mm grenades and shells. The soldiers took suicidal rushes at the CM, spraying randomly. The rear-most Boxer's door opened. The two 'copies' of the original Model-02 climbed out, just barely fitting into the APC. They received their commands from the command center: 'Engage'.

The Titans came around from each side of the Boxer, spraying 3000 rounds per second at the mass of CM troops. Lasers danced around them, several striking them, causing the creatures to roar and become more determined to kill and crush stuff.

"Hold fire!" A captain yells as the Macgruber men stop firing and take cover.
"Drop the EMP Now!" The commander yells into his radio. As the plane circles around and drops it payload.

"Sir, There are some causalities but it appears that we have won. An EMP is currently falling to deactivate there weapons and self destructed systems. Hopefully."
"Excellent, how is are Cuborg counterpart doing?"
"Umm not great, they surrounded roughly 3000 highly technology advanced men with 2500."

A Macgruber troop swiftly tackles the single Moralite troop and puts restraints on his hands. "Move and your dead" Another man says as he places a Beretta on the man forehead.

OOC: So I'm guessing the weapons explode if the soldier dies?
OOC: They sync their weapons and armor so if the armors' self-destruct is activated by a fellow soldier, the weapon will explode too.

The Moralite was surprisingly humble. "Yes sir. I won't move a muscle."

As the EMP dropped, the dozen men fell to the ground, their armor suddenly falling down onto them. "Christ!" The Moralites weren't able to get up, but they still continued to fire on their backs. Several more explosions followed, this time by HE grenades, unconnected with the armor. All that was left was a large crater where the Moralites used to be. There were still at least two thousand hiding in the woods around there.

OOC: Also, there's only about a thousand near the Cuborg troops.

The armored support had reached the objective. The Moralites shot lasers through the armor, but few managed to disable the weapons or engine, or kill the crew. The tanks and APC laid down heavy suppressive fire with the 44mm grenades and shells. The soldiers took suicidal rushes at the CM, spraying randomly. The rear-most Boxer's door opened. The two 'copies' of the original Model-02 climbed out, just barely fitting into the APC. They received their commands from the command center: 'Engage'.

The Titans came around from each side of the Boxer, spraying 3000 rounds per second at the mass of CM troops. Lasers danced around them, several striking them, causing the creatures to roar and become more determined to kill and crush stuff.

"Christ, we can't hold out!" The seven-hundred remaining men let out everything they had, rushing into the BOW's, leaping up onto their heads and unleashing entire clips into the creatures' skull. the other Moralites began to frantically dig with their GUR-V12's, creating small trenches from which to assault the Cuborg troops...

The Titan's fell as soon as the lasers pierced their brains. The Cuborg soldiers pushed forwards, despite losing many men and tanks. The 44mm's rained on the surrounded CM men as the Cuborg AKs sprayed blindly at the group.

OOC: The EMP was much larger than that. It was big enough to cover the entire area and then some.

The Titan's fell as soon as the lasers pierced their brains. The Cuborg soldiers pushed forwards, despite losing many men and tanks. The 44mm's rained on the surrounded CM men as the Cuborg AKs sprayed blindly at the group.
OOC: Their GURs are normal rifles, with a little more punch then normal, modern ones.

Firing with grim accuracy, the Moralites refused to panic and calmly let off controlled bursts of fire from their GUR-V12's, their cool demeanor remaining even after the trenches became pools of their comrades blood.

And graves too. How convenient.

OOC: The EMP was much larger than that. It was big enough to cover the entire area and then some.

OOC: How large are we talking about? Even so, the troops that are downed are only downed temporarily, until their rechargers come back online.

OOC: half a kilometer blast.

OOC: half a kilometer blast.
OOC: Then my point still stands.

"Well then, how are our shields doing?"
"Back up to 50% sir."
"Very well. Move back around and establish contact." As The Claw swung around the moon again, they started up communications with the troops down in Macgruber and Cuborg. "Alright lads, how are you doing down there?"

"We're doing well. Unfortunately, the initial blasts wounded or killed about two-thousand of us overall. They're all dead now. The rest of us are trying to figure out a plan of action. We'll get back to you after our operations are done. Over and out."

The commander surveys the battlefield. "Not a threat in... Shit blurs! There thousands of them!". The commander grabs a radio "Planes target the forest with the napalm! Drop everything you have! Ground men suppress them!"

The bombers begin to drop it the bombs over the forest.

The wall of troops and vehicles begin to open fire at any blur or large bush they see. Tank shells and grenades are fired to land deep in the trees.


"get him in the back of the truck, but take him to a nearby base first." A Sergent orders. A couple soldiers lift up the POW and place him in the back of the truck. The truck starts to drive off to the base. "Your going to die" The guard says to the POW.

"Sir, what if the ship comes back?"
" Then we shall nuke it heavily!"
"Sir, they can detect what is about to hit them and they will probably evade."
"Then mask the Nukes signal with a lighter missile. Give it a signal like on of the Tomahawks have!"
"It will be done"

OOC: my government has no idea of what the hostile force is. they are making guesses.

The commander surveys the battlefield. "Not a threat in... Shit blurs! There thousands of them!". The commander grabs a radio "Planes target the forest with the napalm! Drop everything you have! Ground men suppress them!"

The bombers begin to drop it the bombs over the forest.

The wall of troops and vehicles begin to open fire at any blur or large bush they see. Tank shells and grenades are fired to land deep in the trees.


"get him in the back of the truck, but take him to a nearby base first." A Sergent orders. A couple soldiers lift up the POW and place him in the back of the truck. The truck starts to drive off to the base. "Your going to die" The guard says to the POW.

"Sir, what if the ship comes back?"
" Then we shall nuke it heavily!"
"Sir, they can detect what is about to hit them and they will probably evade."
"Then mask the Nukes signal with a lighter missile. Give it a signal like on of the Tomahawks have!"
"It will be done"

OOC: my government has no idea of what the hostile force is. they are making guesses.

As the napalm strikes come in, and the grenades explode all around them, the Moralites scatter, squad by squad. Their internal air-conditioning keeping away the effects of the flames, unless of course they were in the fire. But no Moralite soldier is stupid enough to run right into a fire. They quickly scattered around, squad by squad, placing flash suppressors on their GUR-V12's as they dashed from bush to bush, firing once and moving on...

As the body count on the Macgruber side rises the APCs with mounted Heckler & Koch GMG pull up to the front and target the tree line while the troops exiting the APCs fire there Milkor MGL at the line and into deep cover of the now burn forest.

OOC: It doesn't matter if your men are stupid or not. If the Napalm strikes the man he won't have to walk into it.

As the body count on the Macgruber side rises the APCs with mounted Heckler & Koch GMG pull up to the front and target the tree line while the troops exiting the APCs fire there Milkor MGL at the line and into deep cover of the now burn forest.
The Moralites continued their mad dash, leaping out from cover and running to the next spot. Suddenly, a single Moralite dashed out with a rather odd looking gun. With a long line of ammunition strapped to it, it began a withering spray of fire, thousands of rounds per minute being discharged out of the Coilgun's barrel...
OOC: It doesn't matter if your men are stupid or not. If the Napalm strikes the man he won't have to walk into it.
OOC: I realize that. I was merely saying that the internal air-conditioning would keep them cool in almost any situation except a direct hit. From airplanes thousands of feet up. In a jungle. Against men who can run almost twenty-miles-per-hour for quite some time.

"Take cover one of the soldiers yell!" as he drives behind a dead tank. As the gun strafes the area killing dozens, a lone soldiers pull out his M82 Barrett rifle and lines his sight up with the target from under a tank. "I see you" The man pulls the trigger...


"They are putting up a greater resistance than we thought! Almost everything they have is superior to us!"
"Yes they are, but not in skill"
"Actually sir..."
"Shut up Brent! Our troops are not the most advanced but they are very well trained and they won't back down!"
"I almost forgot. We captured one of there men"
"Great get him to talk!"

OOC: i could just image all the blood and fires on both sides.

"Take cover one of the soldiers yell!" as he drives behind a dead tank. As the gun strafes the area killing dozens, a lone soldiers pull out his M82 Barrett rifle and lines his sight up with the target from under a tank. "I see you" The man pulls the trigger...


"They are putting up a greater resistance than we thought! Almost everything they have is superior to us!"
"Yes they are, but not in skill"
"Actually sir..."
"Shut up Brent! Our troops are not the most advanced but they are very well trained and they won't back down!"
"I almost forgot. We captured one of there men"
"Great get him to talk!"
The lone soldier collapsed in a heap, his gun dropping to the ground. With all of his remaining strength, he opened up a small console on his wirst, and went limp. A few seconds later, neither the armor nor the weapons were there. Just a smoking crater.

Official radio broadcast to Cuborg:I call a emergency meeting of our leaders to discuss the situation. The Not So Vast Mountain Range has a building we can use coordinates are as followed.

At The military base the truck rolls up to a building. "get out" the guard yells as he grabs the POW. They drag him into a nearby building and place him on a stool. "Where are you from and why?" A man yells.

At the battlefield the troops begin throwing incendiary grenades as the reinforcements arrive and strengthen the Macgruber wall.

The Cuborg troops kept taking some heavy hits, but the sheer overkill firepower of the granatmaschinenwaffe were pushing the CM back into the proverbial corner. Another squad of tanks had rolled up behind the cicrel of Cuborg men, APCS, and tanks.

Official radio broadcast to Cuborg:I call a emergency meeting of our leaders to discuss the situation. The Not So Vast Mountain Range has a building we can use coordinates are as followed.

At The military base the truck rolls up to a building. "get out" the guard yells as he grabs the POW. They drag him into a nearby building and place him on a stool. "Where are you from and why?" A man yells.

At the battlefield the troops begin throwing incendiary grenades as the reinforcements arrive and strengthen the Macgruber wall.
"I am from CM. We come from the... How do you say it? Skies? We were sent down to kill and maim anything we can for past wrongs." The prisoner murmured, with a heavy not-quite-Italian accent.
The Cuborg troops kept taking some heavy hits, but the sheer overkill firepower of the granatmaschinenwaffe were pushing the CM back into the proverbial corner. Another squad of tanks had rolled up behind the cicrel of Cuborg men, APCS, and tanks.
"We can't hold out! We have to fall back!"
"Our job isn't to hold out Hastati! Our job is to fuck them up as much as we can, and then fuck them up some more! What the- Oh God! Pius! Damn!"

OOC:please attack us again if this is resolved.

"I am from CM. We come from the... How do you say it? Skies? We were sent down to kill and maim anything we can for past wrongs." The prisoner murmured, with a heavy not-quite-Italian accent.

"Oh yes i remember that. I killed many of your comrades, in fact i downed many of your weak "Blimps" in the war." a Captain interrupted. "The skies? Don't play dumb with us! Where did you come from and how many men do you have?" A colonel yelled as he ordered a man to bring a tray into the room. "How do your shins feel"


"Sir, i do not believe there are many of enemy left in the woods."
"So they where the CM men. I guess this will not be the last attack."
"That is correct sir, but there are no CM men"
"Are the new missiles ready?"
"All of them sir"

OOC:please attack us again if this is resolved.



"Oh yes i remember that. I killed many of your comrades, in fact i downed many of your weak "Blimps" in the war." a Captain interrupted. "The skies? Don't play dumb with us! Where did you come from and how many men do you have?" A colonel yelled as he ordered a man to bring a tray into the room. "How do your shins feel"


"Sir, i do not believe there are many of enemy left in the woods."
"So they where the CM men. I guess this will not be the last attack."
"That is correct sir, but there are no CM men"
"Are the new missiles ready?"
"All of them sir"
OOC: IF what is resolved? My bout with the flu?

The Moralite prisoner glared at him coldly. "I said... We come from skies, and we have Quintus Mille men."


"Sir."
"Yes?"
"We've lost too many men. I-I think... We should withdraw."
"WHAT?"
"We can come back with more troops! But... We can't beat them with what we have now."
"Damn. The worst part is... You're right. Fine. Let's get a few HAWCs down here and retreat. The Senate will decide what to do. In the meantime, do as much damage as you can. Hit-and-runs on their APCs and Tanks. It'll be another hour before command comes back."

OOC: No when or if we kill your five thousand men.

"No more games!" the colonel yells. 3 large men rushes into the room and drag the POW onto a table and place restraints on him. "Now talk!" The captain yells as he removes a power drill from the tray. "NO COMRADE, he would bleed to death if we tried this" the colonel interrupted. "Your right." he says as he passes a blow torch off to the colonel. "Well played." The colonel laughs.

"sir, i think the battle will be over much sooner than we expected. The burned out tanks at the front are providing excellent cover for the grenade and heavy machine gunners a little farther back."
" I can't help but feel this is not there last attack. We must completely and brutally kill the rest as a deterrent to the others."
" I suggest as a show of force we uses a several tactical Neutron bombs."
" do it then."

A plane takes off from a nearby airforce base carrying several tactical neutron bombs it begin to fly towards the targeted area.

OOC: No when or if we kill your five thousand men.

"No more games!" the colonel yells. 3 large men rushes into the room and drag the POW onto a table and place restraints on him. "Now talk!" The captain yells as he removes a power drill from the tray. "NO COMRADE, he would bleed to death if we tried this" the colonel interrupted. "Your right." he says as he passes a blow torch off to the colonel. "Well played." The colonel laughs.

"sir, i think the battle will be over much sooner than we expected. The burned out tanks at the front are providing excellent cover for the grenade and heavy machine gunners a little farther back."
" I can't help but feel this is not there last attack. We must completely and brutally kill the rest as a deterrent to the others."
" I suggest as a show of force we uses a several tactical Neutron bombs."
" do it then."

A plane takes off from a nearby airforce base carrying several tactical neutron bombs it begin to fly towards the targeted area.
OOC: There's about a thousand running around in Cuborg, and around four-hundred still in Macgruber.

The Moralite soldier eyed the blowtorch warily. "I think...You cannot get anything from me if I die." A small pop came from the Moralite's mouth... And then he went limp. As dead as can be.

"Sir, I have a bad feeling about this..."
"Just keep yer camo on and wait for the patrol to pass. Set HPLR spread to 'minimal'."
"Aye sir."

OOC: Just one question. Did he place that in his mouth recently or does it have a back story behind it?

OOC: Just one question. Did he place that in his mouth recently or does it have a back story behind it?

OOC: Most Moralite soldiers have one, just in case they get separated from their armor.

As the plane flies over the infested territory it begins to drop its deadly payload. several tactical neutron bombs begin to fall over the hostile controlled territory.

"I want the special units to move in after that blast. We might have a chance to collect some armor or some get some prisoners."
"Right sir, there ready to move"

OOC: Correct me if i'm wrong but doesn't the armor only self destruct if the soldier doesn't die a "Clean Death" (head shot or vital organ etc.) or if a fellow soldier activate it for him.

As the plane flies over the infested territory it begins to drop its deadly payload. several tactical neutron bombs begin to fall over the hostile controlled territory.

"I want the special units to move in after that blast. We might have a chance to collect some armor or some get some prisoners."
"Right sir, there ready to move"

OOC: Correct me if i'm wrong but doesn't the armor only self destruct if the soldier doesn't die a "Clean Death" (head shot or vital organ etc.) or if a fellow soldier activate it for him.

OOC: The armor will self-destruct after one hour of no vital signs, unless deactivated, or unless activated sooner by a fellow soldier. If they're deactivated they won't blow. Also, I'm not familiar wit neutron bombs. What exactly do they do?

OOC: A neutron bomb uses 'enhanced radiation' instead of the main blast as its primary method of destruction. The explosion is relatively small, but most of the energy goes to neutrons, which can penetrate most shelters, killing living things. Neutron bombs are used to take the maximum amount of lives possible, whilst causing the least amount of damage to the surroundings.

The Cuborg military's ace in the hole had arrived. The Model-03 Titans had been raced to the thinning numbers of CM troops. It was obvious that the CM were fighting to the death, and after a brief 'note comparison' with Macgruber, it was clear that taking prisoners would be futile. So, the Aces were deployed. Equipped with full-sized Gatling cannons (as opposed to the M-02s) and laser-scattering armor, the Aces jumped from their trucks, and the group of four pushed through the crowd of pinned down Cuborg soldiers.

OOC: yeah what he said.

Official message to Cuborg: We are wondering if anything in your arsenal can deflect the weapons of the enemy? If so we will be happy to buy it off you.

OOC: A neutron bomb uses 'enhanced radiation' instead of the main blast as its primary method of destruction. The explosion is relatively small, but most of the energy goes to neutrons, which can penetrate most shelters, killing living things. Neutron bombs are used to take the maximum amount of lives possible, whilst causing the least amount of damage to the surroundings.

The Cuborg military's ace in the hole had arrived. The Model-03 Titans had been raced to the thinning numbers of CM troops. It was obvious that the CM were fighting to the death, and after a brief 'note comparison' with Macgruber, it was clear that taking prisoners would be futile. So, the Aces were deployed. Equipped with full-sized Gatling cannons (as opposed to the M-02s) and laser-scattering armor, the Aces jumped from their trucks, and the group of four pushed through the crowd of pinned down Cuborg soldiers.
OOC: Wouldn't it take out a large amount of his force too?

"We've got more giants to the left!"
A mixture of bullets and lasers flew out from the remaining squads, what few there were. an incendiary grenade burst in front of one of the trenches, another flying up in front of the titans...

OOC: not really because they are land within 2 meters of targeted position and a low amount is used so it doesn't wipe out the entire area (where we are). also special units move in with radiation suits.

OOC: not really because they are land within 2 meters of targeted position and a low amount is used so it doesn't wipe out the entire area (where we are). also special units move in with radiation suits.

OOC: Two meters? What's the blast radius?

half-mile

A barrage of bullets flew towards the Aces. Lead smashed off the Titan's plating, and lasers dissipated on contact with the synthetic fabric. The rare bullet pierced the armor and sunk a centimeter or two into the creature's hide. The Titan's slowly walked past the human soldiers, and began spraying depleted uranium towards the thinning and bleeding CM soldiers.