NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is a combination of the Vietnam War and a bunch of Cold War Latin American conflicts.

The Republic of Vertana is a socialist state ruled by Nicaraguan-Vietnamese dictator Roberto Granuja Nguyen. In recent years, the Vertana government was charged with selling arms to drug traffickers and rebels in Latin America. Granuja has denied this statement and as a result, he has declared martial law and expelled all foreigners. If that wasn't enough, the military launched an assault towards the USGA territory of San Esperito. Consequently, the USGA and Mexilando retaliated by sending military forces to the Caribbean. The Mexilando Marine Corps and USGA Army deployed in the island in a desperate act of defense.

In an official statement by President Schmidt, the government has called for foreign support in combatting the Vertanan Army and supporting the guerrilla group People's Liberation Army of Vertana, which has launched a revolutionary war against Granuja.

Name: Republica de Vertana
Hòa Xã Hội Chủ Nghĩa Vertana
President: Roberto Granuja
Premier: Nguyen That Diem
Population: 11 million
Capital: Ciudad Vo Nguyen Giap
Languages: Spanish, Vietnamese (official), English widely spoken, Khmer, Lao, Nahuatl, Mayan dialects
Climate: Tropical Wet
Ethnic Groups: Vietnamese (30%), Mestizo (55%), Khmer and Laotian (10%), Maya Amerindian (5%)
Government: Conservative socialist

Map:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Location0fVietnam.svg
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:LocationGuatemala.svg

Military Forces: 490,000 conscripted; 4 million eligible for service

(small arms)
AK-47
AK-103
Type 56
FN FNC
H&K G3
SVD
AKS-74U
H&K MP5
Uzi
RPD
RPK-74
PKM
TT-33
Makarov PM

(explosives)
RPG-7V
AT-2 Swatter
AT-3 Sagger
AT-5 Spandrel
AGS-30
Sa-7 Grail

(APCs)
Armadillo (M113)
BTR-80A
BMP-1
BRDM-1

(Tanks)
T-55
T-62
Jaguar MBT (T-72BM1)
Pt-76

(Artillery)
Su-100
M-46
BM-21 Grad

(AA)
ZSU-23-4
ZSU-57-2
Sa-2 Guideline
Sa-8 Gecko

(Helicopters)
Mi-8 Hip
Ka-27 Helix
Mi-24 Hind
Super Puma
Ka-25 Hormone

(Planes)
-Fighters
MiG-17 Fresco
MiG-21 Fishbed
MiG-27 Flogger
Su-7 Fitter
MiG-31 Foxhound
MiG-29 Fulcrum
Su-34 Fullback
-Bombers
Su-24 Fencer

(Ships)
Nanuchka III
Kirov Class Destroyer

-Transport/Auxiliary
An-24 Coke
An-26 Curl

Day 1...
0650 Hours...
The Vertanian Southern Rainforests...

The Mexilando Marine Corps 5th Battallion headed into the jungle in their UH-1N Huey choppers and landed in the dense forests. Captain Miguel Guzman's company headed into the dense jugnle armed with M16A1 assault rifles.

"Ve! Ve! Ve! Mueva a la posicion!

The infantry grunts ran into the dense vegetation with their rifles at hand, digging in at the mouth of the valley.

The country of Macgruber would like to offer its service in your war. My men are highly trained and disciplined, my Ambassador would like to meet with your President to discuss your action plan.

TO: The Government of MacGruber
FROM: President Derek Schmidt

We would like to start talks on a possible joint counterattack against Vertana military. With the unjustified threat to USGA soil, a military strike is justified. I would like to talk to the ambassador at the Diamond International Hotel in the capital Liberty City.

Derek Schmidt

South Vertana
General Fidel Romero ordered a battallion of 1,000 soldiers of the Vertanian People's Army to tackle the Mexilando battallion. The troops, from their base in a jungle cave, moved to the Mexilando positions armed with AK-47s at hand on foot. Their strategy was to break through the Marines' lines in order to clear a path for the troop transports which would further intensify the battle. A group of UAZ 469 jeeps and Capuchin guntrucks were standing by to bring more troops into the battlezone.

"This is General Romero. Colonel Nguyen, I need your men to break through the Mexican lines before midday. If we cannot do that, the Mexilando Marine Corps will be able to wreak havoc on our jungle supply lines. You hear me?"

"Si, General. We'll hit the Chicanos where it hurts. Viva Granuja! Viva Vertana!"

The first platoon of VPA troops rushed forward to the Marines' positions under the cover of PKM gunners in the thick underbrush.

my services are offered only to Vertana.

official encrypted message to USGA:
If my men assist you in defeating the Vertana threat, can we keep it as one of our provinces?

Ciudad de Capitalismo, San Esperito
0900 Hours...

The VPA forces landed at the port of Ciudad de Capitalismo, the capital of San Esperito. Police forces exchanged fire with the VPA troops, causing tremendous VPA casualties. Civilians even took arms against the VPA forces to defend their homeland. However, the VPA overwhelmed the city and the resistance forces were forced to retreat into the mountains. Those who remained were subject to martial law under the VPA, who vandalized and looted buildings around town. The resistance, consisting of civilian paramilitary and police forces, was organized into the Fuerzas Armadas de San Esperito (FASE), armed with police and hunting weapons. Few VPA vehicles and equipment were stolen as the guerrillas reorganized.

To: MacGruber Government
From: Derek Schmidt
Subject: RE: Annexing Vertana

If other nations decide to participate in defeating Vertana, it will be split among the powers. Since you are the only one helping now, you can get the whole island unless someone else decides to join. Thank you for the help.

Derek Schmidt

Encrypted
To: Presidente Roberto Granuja Nguyen
From: Mondo Advertising, C. of DC
Re: Arms

Presidente,
We (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=577616) would like to offer you a variety of cheap weapons, which would be shipped discreetly, to supply the People's Victorious Legions against the imperialist-fascists of the USGA and its puppet Mexilando...

Two hours later
Encrypted in a completely different fashion
From: Mondo Advertising, C. of DC
To: President Derek Schmidt, USGA
Re: Defense against Communist aggression

We deplore the cruel invasion of your territory by the armies of Vertana, and offer our wide range of products (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=577616) to help your military defeat the Socialists...

Encrypted
To: Mondo Advertising, C. of DC
From: President Granuja
Subject: Re: Arms

We would like to order 100 SWAT packages for $600,000 for our domestic police and militia forces to battle the Mexilando Marines in our nation. As for our forces in Gibberish America, they'll do fine without any further assistance.

Thank you.
Presidente Roberto Miguel Granuja y Nguyen

Encrypted
To: Mondo Advertising, C. of DC
From: President Derek Schmidt
Subject: Re:Re Defense against Communist aggression

We would like to order a light infantry combat package for the FASE, which is in desperate need of military-grade equipment. We will wire you the $12.175 million right away. Thank you.

President Derek Schmidt

OOC: Vertana's government is based on that of Myanmar. It is socialist, but in some way, right wing. Also like Ramon Solano's Venezuela in Mercenaries 2: World in Flames. Just to end any confusion.

DECLARACION OFICIAL (OFFICIAL STATEMENT)
De (From): Presidente Garcia, Estados Unidos de Mexilando
A (To): Presidente Granuja, Republica de Vertana

Nuestro gobierno no tolera agresion comunista en Latino America. Aunque somos Latino Americanos como ustedes, tenemos democracia y capitalismo en nuestro pais. Respectamos los derechos de humanos, pero ustedes no lo hacen. Entregan ahora o vamos a la accion apropiada de las estas derechas universales.

(Our government does not tolerate communist aggression in Latin America. Although we are Latin Americans like you, we have democracy and free trade in our country. We respect human rights, whereas you do not. Surrender now or we will take proper action to enforce these universal rights.)

OFFICIAL STATEMENT
To all communist nations of the world
From Roberto Granuja

Your old ways of Marxism and Leninism are false. We need to spread communism the same way the imperialists do so we can start a communist empire where the proleteriat is the priority and the bourgeouis will learn the true economic and social fairness of communism. To spread our form of government and economy shall be our goal, and we shall not let anyone in our way!

South Vertana
0900 Hours

"Enemigos en la selva! Tiranles!", a Marine captain shouted as the Marines opened M16A1 and M60E4 fire on the oncoming VPA troops. As the waves of troops were converging on their location, more Marines put their fire into the VPA troops. Each side had about the same number of troops. However, the VPA was sustaining more casualties. Why was this? A number of reasons were at hand. Despite the fact the VPA had more determination fighting for its homeland, the VPA consisted of poorly trained conscripts who relied on common sense or the CO's instruction to survive. After the Marines caused enough casualties on the VPA side, the VPA NCOs lost the will to fight and ordered their men to retreat. Some followed their orders, while others argued or disobeyed their commanders as a sign of loyalty to their homeland. After seeing the first assault wave being wiped out, Colonel Nguyen ordered the second wave to weaken the Marines along with reinforcements from the VPA guerrilla unit, or GV.

Encryption scheme-V
To: Presidente Roberto Miguel Granuja y Nguyen
From: Smith Armory, C. of DC
Re: Weapons package

Your weapons will be shipped aboard the freighter Río Micongo, and should arrive in four days in Ciudad Giap. Luisa Armory, a weapons expert fluent in Spanish, will be aboard, and will demonstrate the weapon to your trainers, so that they will be able to train your forces.

Encryption scheme-G
From: Mondo Advertising, Confederacy of Defense Corporations
To: President Derek Schmidt
Re: Combat Package

The weapons will be delivered by air freight to Francis International Airport; we have hired Air USGA, a firm from your nation, to do the shipping. We have separately arranged flights for Rob Armory and Jo Tanks, experts from Smith Armory and Jacques Tanks, to demonstrate your new weapons to your trainers.

Encrypted
To: Smith Armory, C. of DC
From: Presidente Roberto Miguel Granuja y Nguyen
Subject: Re: Weapons Package

Thank you for the assistance.

Encrypted
To: Mondo Advertising, C. of DC
From: President Derek Schmidt
Subject: Re: Combat Package

We appreciate your assistance. We will assign Secret Service agents to protect the weapons experts and once in Liberty City, we will bring the weapons to the FASE in San Esperito. Thank you very much.

South Vertana
Captain Guzman yelled into his radio, "This is Guzman! We are being assaulted by VPA Shock Infantry and are requesting fast movers on our position on map grid Bravo One-One-Four-Niner! Do you copy?"

A group of Mexilando F/A-18 Hornets were flying in with cluster bombs ready to deter the VPA assault. The squadron leader replied, "I read you, Guzman. Coming in for close air support, over."

As the Hornets approached, they unleashed their payloads onto the infantry with cluster bombs, taking down the trees and many men below.

"Guzman, this is Falcon One. We've hit the second wave. We'll leave it to you to finish them off."

The Marines put more M-16A1 fire into the oncoming VPA troops, and some squads charged forward with bayonets attached to their rifles.

South Vertana
Colonel Romero learned from a VPA CO on the ground about the Mexilando airstrike.
"Jefe, the Mexicans are coming at us with air strikes! We need interceptors on our six!"

"I read you. MiG-17s are coming in on your location."

Shortly afterward, a squadron of MiG-17 Frescos were hot on the trail of the Hornets. The pilots, instead of firing on sight, kept flying in awe of their air inferiority. However, they were fighting enemy jets fitted for ground support, not air superiority. So, they opened AAM fire and let bursts of 23mm cannon onto the F-18s.

[ooc: Is it alright if I do some black operations? The plan is that there's a "package" that was misplaced after a informant sold out the KGB operatives.]


Veblensk

The Premier, unlike previous ones, did not have portraits of herself in random places, so it was possible for her to go outside and not immediately be recognized. She could, in fact, pass as any female SRCP citizen in her late 20's or early '30s. She was sitting in a small coffee shop near the industrial sector of town, waiting to meet with the Director of the KGB and the head of GRU.

After the 2 others arrived, they discussed the incident, and what they were to do about it.

"Premier, we could either try to solve this diplomatically-"

Both the Premier and GRU leader interrupted.

"It'd be pretty hard to retrieve the package though, and there's the chance that the Vertanans, Espertans or Americans could get a hold of it. The Stonehenge project is too valuable, especially now, to lose those documents. Within a few years, the Americans will be able to land troops anywhere in the globe within a few hours, and while it may not directly affect us, it's still a threat."

The head of GRU added:

"Not only that, it would enhance our air defense....ICBM's, SLBM's, other kinds of Ballistic Missiles, aircraft, even things in low orbit." he said, flipping through the pages of a news paper left by a previous customer.

The KGB director then said: "I suppose you both are right. But Viktoria has the final say in the matter."

The Premier thought about it for a minute. If it was indeed a covert operation, they could deny it ever happened. They'd have very little proof in the event that the commandos get captured.

"The operation is authorized. Both of you will round up your best operatives and brief them. They're authorized to defend themselves accordingly, against any party involved and now officially don't exist."

OOC: Sure, that's fine.

Liberty City
General Schweisser walked into the Oval Office, where President Derek Schmidt was busy in a meeting with the head of GreeneFoods, a "green revolution" food corporation.

"Sorry. I'll have to interrupt in one sec."

Schmidt put down the phone and asked the general. "What is it, General?"

"The VPA has overrun the capital city of San Esperito. According to our satellites, the Vertanans have occupied Ciudad de Capitalismo with an iron fist. They've converted schools into detention centers, and have used the malls for makeshift camps."

"Fucking bastards. First, violation of WA charter, second, an invasion on our territory? No! How's the guerrillas doing?"

"Mr. President, we've been shipped a weapons package from C. of DC and are sending it to them as soon as our military trainers are taught how to use them."

"What's our plan for defense?"

"We're sending in an Army force to land on the south side of the island, secure the unoccupied cities, then on to assist the guerrillas in the jungle."

"Good. Stick to the plan, and make sure the VPA does not overrun the island. Understood?"

"Yes, Mr. President."

Shortly after, the director of the CIA Kevin Chang walked in.

"President Schmidt, our contact in Vertana, Jorge Gonzalez, has confirmed that the Vertanan government has hands on nukes left over from the war with Kamcha. Although we do not want to directly attack Vertana yet, we should send in an Allied strike team to retrieve the nukes and possibly, sell it to our allies for a profit."

"Director Chang, you know perfectly that our country does not sell nuclear weapons!"

"Sir, we could make billions off this shit. Just give me the green light and I'll see to any potential customers."

"Well, the economy needs it. Alright. Now leave. I have an official statement to make about the Freedom Star project."

OFFICIAL STATEMENT
To: All Allies of the USGA
From: President Derek Schmidt, USGA

Recently, the Freedom Star project has caused great controversy throughout the globe. For those of you who don't know, Freedom Star is a project where troops can be sent from outer space to global hotspots in a matter of hours. As President, I have reserved this weapon in only desperate times of need for its use, such as a direct invasion on the contiguous USGA. We do not wish to threaten other nations, but rather defend ourselves from foreign attack.

Best Regards,
Derek Schmidt

The Spetsnaz team contained two separate squads; 12 operatives from GRU, and another 12 from the KGB. They were equipped with black market German G36C's, Yugoslav M70's, Russian OC-14-7.62's, Belgian FAL's, Hungarian AMD-65's and assorted antitank weapons and Sniper Rifles. Their uniforms bore no insignias, and they carried no identification whatsoever. Back home, their records were erased along with any trivial evidence of their existence included, not limited to school exam results, credit cards..

They were en route to the coast of Vertana in an old cargo vessel, which was registered to some obscure island nation on the other side of the globe. In the past, it had been to the island, so an attack wasn't likely. On the deck was a pair of recently procured UH-1N "Huey's. Below the deck was an Mi-35 gunship, also procured from a foreign source. Casualties were taken into account, however if everyone were to make it back, the helicopters would be overloaded making the use of the Hind likely to escort the slower, more vulnerable Hueys.

They were ordered to retrieve the briefcase at all costs; even if they had to burn down an entire town, it was necessary to get the target. Inside the case was the ballistic data for the "Stonehenge" cannons, which while it was already constructed in parts [the components were built at various facilities in the SRCP, the test data was done in the ocean.], it needed the data to be fully capable in downing any airborne target above 2500 feet. It was kept a secret, because it's operational range covered most of the continent and obviously wouldn't fly with the neighbors.

Major Patrenko looked at the clock in the mess hall,, and thought to himself:

"Almost time to prepare, better check my gear."

Jungle, San Esposito
"I thought we'd be doing this in some army base, but we're actually in the field! Wow!" Rob Armory exclaimed, beaming. He was even younger than he looked - barely out of his teens - and was glad to be abroad. Factory work was dull, dangerous, and didn't pay nearly well enough. Besides, the bosses didn't like city kids - too liberal, too unwilling to just keep in line and accept their lot. Better to be out here, earning hazard pay, than to be stuck between a corrupt union and a stuck-up manager.

"Shush," Jo Tanks replied, offhand. She had bigger things on her mind. Who volunteered her? Why was she being sent out here? Who had she pissed off? Dammit. From a nice cushy design job to this. Tromping through a jungle, having to teach 'guerrillas' to drive an overgrown truck and fire the guns - ugh! It didn't help that they stuck her with such an idiot. Old Bright-Eyes there would probably get her killed. Oh well. At least she actually knew what she was going to teach them; sitting through a class wouldn't cut it.

First People's Defense Battalion headquarters, Ciudad Giap
"Listen to me! I designed this rifle, I know it works. Do you want to win, or do you want to stand here and harangue me about how the gun I built doesn't work!" Luisa Armory shouted, in Spanish. She was beginning to regret her decision to come out here and see her gun in action. She knew she was one of the few willing volunteers, one of the few not chosen by a boss who they had pissed off, or a co-worker who wanted to get ahead, or an adulterer trying to bump off the spouse. She had volunteered because it was her gun, her idea, that was being tested. Or would be, if that damn captain would stop claiming that her gun was a 'toy...'

OOC - A window, of sorts, into the lives of Defense Corporation employees; also, your troops are being trained. Some more slowly (or less competently) than others...

OOC To DC: That seems nice.

San Esperito Jungle
The head of the guerrilla movement, ex-police chief Calvin Guerreros, came into the field to Armory and Tanks.

"Hi. I'm Chief Guerreros of the capital's police force. Now, I'm head of the FASE. Enough about me. Let's get started with training. We'll need it."

Ciudad Giap
A Vietnamese man walked up and asked her in Spanish, "Madam, can you give me the specs of this gun?"

Of course, Ms. Armory would not expect such a question from a conscript, but this man was educated and young.

Vertanan Coast
VPA People's Militia Air Defense Corps HQ...
A VPA conscript located a cargo ship headed for the coast and reported to the colonel, "Sir, we've got an old cargo vessel some distance off our coastline."

"What the hell is THAT doing here?! I thought El Jefe closed the country off to foreigners!"

"The ship has been here before, probably for commercial business. By the looks of it, it's probably been at sea since before we closed the country off. I bet they don't know yet."

"Scramble a militia platoon to the ship and order it to turn back to its home country, wherever it is."

"Yes, sir."

Soon after, 3 squads of VPA military police officers were flying over to the unknown cargo ship in three Ka-25 Hormones.

"One more thing. If they don't respond, engage the crew and destroy the ship."

Jungle
"Hi! I'm Rob Armory, of Smith Armory, and I'm here to tell you all about the R25 rifle-" A burst of thunder interrupted his speech; after it stopped, he started up again before Chief Guerreros grabbed his rifle.

"Look, just tell me the basics. I've handled rifles before, as a reservist; this doesn't look too unusual. Disassemble and reassemble it - piece by piece, please - then show me the safety," he said. Jo sighed, relieved; Rob slumped down for a moment, then got busy. Guerreros then turned to Jo and said, "What have you here, Miss Tanks?"

"Call me Jo; it's my name. In our convoy are the 18 squad vehicles, armored trucks that carry 5 troops each; we also have the 2 mortar vehicles, the 2 antitank vehicles, and the 2 air defense vehicles," Jo began.

"Miss Ta-" "Call me Miss Jo, if you must. I insist." "Okay, Miss Jo, take Lou and Buddy here and show them around the vehicles; I'll be back after Rob's rifle demonstration."

Jo paused and waited, then grunted and gestured to the two named 'guerrillas.' They had discipline, which was good; they had spirit, which was useful; they lacked respect, which grated. And if they didn't respect her, would they respect their foe?

Chief Guerreros walked over to watch Rob demonstrate his gun, shaking his head. What kind of woman doesn't go by her last name, however odd it may be? What kind of woman shows such disrespect to her family?

Ciudad Giap
Luisa Armory rattled off the specifications by heart. The conscript thrust his hand up in triumph; the militia captain slumped back, thought, then said, "Prove it. Prove this gun's better than mine." He lifted his AK-47.

Luisa groaned. She didn't want to embarrass the captain, nor did she want to make her gun look bad.

The conscript smiled. Surely, he would be picked to shoot for Luisa. Surely, he could at last show up his uncle.

The captain pointed to two recruits. "Comrade...Raúl, you get my AK. Comrade...Miguel, you get her toy. Each of us will teach our comrade how to fire the weapon, then Comrade Private Nguyen here will set up two targets at the far goal of the football field there. Our two comrades will stand in the near goal, then shoot off their clip; whoever gets the most hits wins."

What a farce!, Nguyen thought. His uncle, afraid of some foreigner? Afraid he couldn't shoot as well?

Luisa smiled.

OOC - Feel free to handle the shooting contest - or don't, if you prefer; perhaps a militia colonel will show up and tell the captain to accept the rifles as they are.

TO: Gibberish America Government
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, King Taishi Ci

With the recent attacks on your nation and the telegram requesting support, however, with the recent betrayal's in the region, we can only dispatch a small detachment. We can dispatch 200 armour units, 600 Lynion Hunters, 150 Lynion Assassin's, 30 Scouts and 3 Wings of fighter jets (80 per wing). The armour units are a combination of IFV's, APC's, Tanks, Anti-aircraft tanks, jeeps etcra. They'll be coming in by sea with the 4th Lynion Naval Fleet and they'll be under the command of Vamperial Headmaster Tal Rasha. I understand that Tal Rasha has visited your nation before hand.

To: King Taishi Ci
From: President Derek Schmidt

We would be delighted to have you on board. Sorry about the betrayals in your region.

TO: Gibberish America Government
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, King Taishi Ci

They'll regret the day they backstabbed Lynion. In the mean time, expect the fleet to arrive within a days time. Do require weapons or other equipment for your military forces?

Ciudad Giap
Nguyen put up two watermelons on a table on the far side of the football field. Raul took aim at watermelon one with his AK-47 and shot twice. The first bullet hit to the right of the center and the second went under the table. The watermelon was split in two very unevenly.

Then, Miguel took a shot with Luisa's rifle and with only one bullet, he split the watermelon in two (very evenly) with a huge entry hole, leaving a watermelon flesh and juice mess in a 2-yard radius. After further inspection, the watermelon was deemed to have been hit in the center.

"Impressive." The captain remarked. Just perfect.

To: Lynion
From: Gibberish America

No, we are fully equipped. Thank you for your assistance.

International Waters, preparing to enter Gibberish America's waters
1000 Hours

The Heavy Lynx Assault Cruiser Flagship, Vampire, was centred around 12 Destroyers, 18 frigates, six Heavy Cruisers, two assault battleships, 10 Light Cruisers and three aircraft carriers as the fleet silently moved through the waters. They were coming towards the landing sector as the landing boats began making preparations to land. Vamperial Headmaster Tal Rasha was standing on the deck as he watched the sailors rush to their action stations.

"This is Vamperial Headmaster Tal Rasha of the Royal Vamperial Cruiser Vampire calling Gibberish American units," started Tal Rasha into the radio. "Do you copy me?"

"We heard you loud and clear. We've established control of Southern San Esperito and are waiting for your call," General Becerra of the USGA Army replied.

"Helicopters inbound, should we launch the Hind?"

"No, it'll be a pain in the ass to get back under the deck.. Captain, go along with the original plan, tell them the ship needs to dock for some repairs and fuel."

The captain picked up the radio transmitter and attempted to raise contact with the 3 inbound helicopters.

"This is the USS Discovery, requesting to dock to repair an engine and refuel, over."

The Black Operators prepared to lift off from the ship once it was close, though some with Starstreak (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Starstreak) missiles were on standby to engage the helicopters should things go sour.

Vertana
0400 hours

Suddenly, out of nowhere; the glorious nation of Techno Valhalla unleashes it's massive horde of Techno Vikings upon the entire area...Both sides are all but annihilated, as Techno Vikings don't give a shit who they slaughter, they do it for teh lulz. Rave beams scorch the ground and massive woofers are set up to provide some boogey music for the massacre. The Vikings rape everything, even the parrots. Nothing is left alive, or unraped for that matter. Vertana is reduced to a barren wasteland, covered in Techno cum.

Vertana
0400 hours

Suddenly, out of nowhere; the glorious nation of Techno Valhalla unleashes it's massive horde of Techno Vikings upon the entire area...Both sides are all but annihilated, as Techno Vikings don't give a shit who they slaughter, they do it for teh lulz. Rave beams scorch the ground and massive woofers are set up to provide some boogey music for the massacre. The Vikings rape everything, even the parrots. Nothing is left alive, or unraped for that matter. Vertana is reduced to a barren wasteland, covered in Techno cum.

[OOC: Quoted.]

Vertana
0400 hours

Suddenly, out of nowhere; the glorious nation of Techno Valhalla unleashes it's massive horde of Techno Vikings upon the entire area...Both sides are all but annihilated, as Techno Vikings don't give a shit who they slaughter, they do it for teh lulz. Rave beams scorch the ground and massive woofers are set up to provide some boogey music for the massacre. The Vikings rape everything, even the parrots. Nothing is left alive, or unraped for that matter. Vertana is reduced to a barren wasteland, covered in Techno cum.

ooc: win.

Vertana
0400 hours

Suddenly, out of nowhere; the glorious nation of Techno Valhalla unleashes it's massive horde of Techno Vikings upon the entire area...Both sides are all but annihilated, as Techno Vikings don't give a shit who they slaughter, they do it for teh lulz. Rave beams scorch the ground and massive woofers are set up to provide some boogey music for the massacre. The Vikings rape everything, even the parrots. Nothing is left alive, or unraped for that matter. Vertana is reduced to a barren wasteland, covered in Techno cum.

What the hell? Get out of here! You just godmoded!

The Ka-25s picked up the radio transmission by the cargo ship, stating they were intending to dock to repair and engine. Despite his doubt, the CO on board responded in English, "Alright. We'll escort you guys to the nearest port and once you're done, you go straight back home. How's that?"

"We copy, we should be docked for approximately 72 hours or less, depending on the extent of repairs necessary, and to unload some cargo that's been expected."

The helicopters would take off once night fell, and proceed to the drop zone, where the teams would evacuate in a fashion similar to Air Calvary. In the event that the ship were to be searched with the excuse of the munitions being delivered to a different state failing, they would be forced to shoot their way through.

Earth orbit, above the Pacific Ocean
0840 hours

Theodor Blixt, High Commander of Svea Eutopia's Aerospace Defence Forces, gazed out a window and marveled over the beauty of the rising moon. He was stationed aboard the People's Orbital Battle Station "Karlskrona". A female voice of a young telegraphist awoke him from his daydreaming. "Sir, our sensors are picking up an odd reflection in the area of the Vertana Conflict...It...It appears to be glowing, Sir." "On screen" he replied.
A gruesome image flooded the bridge. A junior officer gasped. "My God.." said the Commander. "Why, that looks like...Techno cum!" "Captain!" he barked. "Ready the drop pods! We will be conducting a investigation immediately! Get the WA spokesman on the line and report, this could completely alter the outcome of this conflict." He donned a pair of sunglasses. "Ready a ship! ...We're going in."

Earth orbit, above the Pacific Ocean
0840 hours

Theodor Blixt, High Commander of Svea Eutopia's Aerospace Defence Forces, gazed out a window and marveled over the beauty of the rising moon. He was stationed aboard the People's Orbital Battle Station "Karlskrona". A female voice of a young telegraphist awoke him from his daydreaming. "Sir, our sensors are picking up an odd reflection in the area of the Vertana Conflict...It...It appears to be glowing, Sir." "On screen" he replied.
A gruesome image flooded the bridge. A junior officer gasped. "My God.." said the Commander. "Why, that looks like...Techno cum!" "Captain!" he barked. "Ready the drop pods! We will be conducting a investigation immediately! Get the WA spokesman on the line and report, this could completely alter the outcome of this conflict." He donned a pair of sunglasses. "Ready a ship! ...We're going in."

OOC: WTF? OK, everyone ignore Techno Valhalla and these n00bs. They're just being plain annoying. (I.G.N.O.R.E. cannons on)
IC: All of a sudden, the Horizon Corporation gets a call from the Techno Viking gang. Rick Peck picks up the phone.

"We are Techno Viking. We raped everything on your little island."

"Oh, really? Well, let me tell you something shitbird. I never even heard of you little agency. But if you think you can poach our island, think again."

The company head, Les Grossman, took the phone and asked the caller.

"Les Grossman. Who is this?"

"THIS IS TECHNO VIKING!"

"OK, Techno Viking. Fuckface. Now why don't you take a big step back, and literally FUCK YOUR OWN FACE!" (dramatic pause) "Now I don't know what kind of NS bullshit powerplay you're trying to pull here but Vertana island is MY territory so whatever you're thinking you better think again, otherwise I am going to head on down there and I will rain down on a Godly fucking firestorm upon you. You're gonna have to call the fucking World Assembly to make a fucking BINDING resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I am talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you. I WILL FUCK YOU UP!"

He hung up the phone.

Outside Vertanan Waters

"American Eagle to Lynion Battlegroup, we have a group of Techno Valhalla pirates headed for the island in a group of small boats. We are marking them as targets. Do you spot them, over?" General Becerra told Tal Rasha.

Vertanan Coast
The helicopter group CO told the other pilots, "This ship is surprisingly cooperating with us."

"Shall we engage, sir?"

"No. We'll board it."

OOC: To Svea Eutopia
Your tech is more of PMT or FT that MT.

bump

"Hold on a moment," started Tal Rasha as he checked the radar for a moment and found the targets. "Targets spotted on radar. You want us to engage or hold off and wait for something else to appear?"

"The helicopters are turning back, probably going to board the ship."

They only had minutes to think of a plan.


"Take your squad tot he cargo hold and take positions on the highest levels, if things don't go well, we should be able to wipe them out down there. In the meantime, my squad will stay up here, and blow the choppers with starstreaks and grenade launchers. From the shore, it will look like a crash."


They would wain until the first helicopter is landed, and the occupants have entered the ship. Once the engagement inside the cargo hold has begun, the other helicopters would be dealt with, along with the one on the deck.

Vertana
0900 hours

37 cabin-sized drop pods Screeched across the morning sky, heat shields blazing. As they penetrated the lower clouds a deafening roar could be heard as they nearly simultaniously fired they're pre-impact boosters. The ground shook ferociously as they slammed into the cum-covered ground at 900mph. The soldiers and equipment inside were wrenched a good 15 feet through the impact-absorbing gel which filled the pods entirely.

700 of Svea Eutopias elite Rapid Global Response and Recognaissance unit diserbarked the pods and secured the immidiate area. The Commander's ship circled the airspace above and finally descended onto a freshly cleared landing site.

A field analyst reported back to the Commander. "There's no doubt about it Sir, it's Techno cum." "That means Techno Valhalla were here" the Commander replied, deep in thought. His radio stirred, the a group of perimeter scouts were reporting in. "Report!" the Commander ordered. "We've found them Sir, the Techno Viking forces, hundreds of thousands of Techno Vikings pretty much litter this place, along with the raped-asunder corpses of everyone else. It's unclear if the Techno Vikings are aliv--" Just as he spoke these last words, another scout could be heard shouting in the background. "Over here! They're all passed out shit-faced drunk, there are barrels mead all over the place! They're alive alright, but they won't be going anywhere or raping anyone for a while."

"Good news!" the Commander replied. "I was worried our viking allies had gotten themselves killed, they must have had a hell of a party."

OOC: Ignoring the n00bs. So, theoretically, Techno Valhalla and Svea Eutopia don't exist here unless they take this seriously.

"American Eagle to Lynion Battlegroup, you have green light to destroy them, preferably with anti-ship missiles. I don't give a fuck if they're put together with nails and tape. Destroy them."

OOC: Not sure who GA is referring to, please clarify

Vertanan Coast
The first Ka-25 landed on the deck of the ship, with VPA Special Forces coming out of the chopper. One VPA told the crewmen on a megaphone, "This is the VPA! We have been authorized to inspect your ship by the orders of the VPA Air Defense commander."

The other two Ka-25s were standing by just in case the crew was trying to pull anything off.

OOC: I'll just make a brief standoff between C-P special forces and the VPA. In all, you'll be able to go for your package. :)

OOC: Not sure who GA is referring to, please clarify

OOC: If you can't read, I was referring to you and your ally Techno Valhalla. Take this seriously or you can't join the party, my friend.

South Vertana
The Mexilando F-18 Hornet wing was taking heavy fire from the VPA Air Force MiG-17s. One Hornet was hit in its left wing and was forced to return to the carrier. The others switched to their emergency short-range SRAMs.

"Falcon One, engaging!"

One F-18 fired an SRAM and with its heat-seeking lock, hit the Fresco head on. The others resorted to their 20mm M61A1 cannons, which were only good if they came into close contact with the enemy fighters.

Back on the ground, the Marines were waiting for a lull in action as the second wave of VPA soldiers tried to break into their lines. Captain Guzman's company had already lost a squad, and was desperately calling in reinforcements with little luck.

"Goddammit! Guess we're on our own for now."

The Marines continued putting M-16A1 and M60E4 fire into the thick underbrush, where a horde of VPA was trying to break through Mexican lines.

"Alright. Going to engage them," finished Tal Rasha as he got off the radio and turned to the operator's. "Have the ships heavy guns open up and the destroyers send a volley of anti-shipping missiles," ordered Tal Rasha. "Also, send out scouting drones to check the area and find out where the front lines are. Jay, get onto the radio and have the carrier's start patrols of the sector once the enemy ships have being taken out,"

Shortly afterwards the orders were given, the cruisers heavy guns opened fire as it rocked the ship slightly. It was followed by the battleships cannons opening fire alongside a volley of missiles. This covered the flight of armed drones heading out to scout for the current frontlines.

San Espertan Jungle
An alarm rang throughout the base, signalling an enemy air raid. Guerreros got onto the intercom and shouted, "All units, get into the air shelter or man the AA defenses! This is NOT a drill!"

Enemy MiG-21 Fishbeds swooped over the jungle canopy in an attempt to spot the guerrilla base.

OOC: Hey, what kind of ships were the enemy using when I engage them?

OOC: Just yachts used by pirates.

San Espertan Jungle
An alarm rang throughout the base, signalling an enemy air raid. Guerreros got onto the intercom and shouted, "All units, get into the air shelter or man the AA defenses! This is NOT a drill!"

Enemy MiG-21 Fishbeds swooped over the jungle canopy in an attempt to spot the guerrilla base.

Jo ran to the first of the two air defense vehicles brought in with the convoy. Bud and Lou screamed at her to run back, then, at a loss, ran to her vehicle. Jo fired up the engine to power the AD system, then sat at the controls. Ah, a teaching moment, she thought.

Comrade Captain Vo Morales was having a good day. He had gotten some good intelligence from the grunts about where the 'guerrillas' were probably hiding, and planned to flush them out with some cannon fire and napalm. Worst-case, a few trees get lit up. Best-case, the capitalists get burnt. Besides, their planes were busy over Vertana; finish this sortie, go back to base, and he'd get to save the day again in an hour or two.

OOC - take it from here. Keep in mind that if FASE opens up, the VPA knows where their base is.

San Espertan Jungle
Guerreros, in the air-raid bunker, received a transmission from USGA Air Force 2nd Lieutenant Stephanie Halverson. "This is Siren of the USGA Air Force F-22 Raptor Ace squadron. We are coming in to fly a sortie over the jungle."

"This is Puertorican. Glad to hear from you, Siren. We're being scoped by three VPA Fishbeds and I think they're trying to get us."

"Just sit tight, Puertorican. We're coming in for a fire mission. Siren out."

"This is Firefox. I have eyes on bogeys. Arming RHMs."

The RHM was a medium-range, medium-damage air intercept missile designed for the needs of the F-15E Strike Eagle or the MiG-29 Fulcrum against Soviet Sukhoi SU-35 interceptors. Arming it on a 21st-century fighter for use against a 20th century fighter-bomber would be no problem for the Aces.

"I have lock on target. Firing one."

The first RHM flew at Mach 3 speed towards an unsuspecting MiG-21. The MiG pilot noticed the missile lock alarm in his cockpit and deployed flares, only to be incinerated by the radar-homing missiles.

"Sapphire to Siren. Scratch one MiG."

"I read you. Coming in on the second one."

Now, the remaining four MiGs were aware of the enemy air prescence. One pilot hit the afterburners and flew up in an attempt to find the enemy fighters- only to be ripped to shreds by the F-22's 20mm cannon shells.

"Siren to Sapphire. Scratch two."

"Roger that. We'll take them out from above."

The F-22s flew higher and scoped out the remaining targets.

"Sapphire, I've got a lock on one of the three other targets. Firing RHM."

The RHM did not have enough time to be guided by the F-22's systems and as a result, hit a remote spot on the mountain.

"Missile missed its target. I- hold on. I'm getting a transmission of some sort from one of the MiGs."

Captain Morales shouted in his radio, "Western dogs. This island does not belong to you. Surrender or you will face the wrath of Granuja, Yanqui girl pilots."

2nd Lt. Lisa Johansonn shouted into her radio to counter Morales's remark. "Hey, we may be women but that doesn't give a right be sexist you son of a bitch."

Seconds later, Johansonn's RHM found its mark on Morales's fuselage.

"WHAT THE-?"

"Bastard."

Morales crashed into the sea. He was trying desperately to open the cockpit and surface, but it was no use, and he drowned within five minutes.

The captain replied: "Copy, helipad is clear."

The leader of the KGB squad checked his AKS-103 and stayed in his position, ready to shoot if the VPA police entered the cargo holds.

The ship's Captain greeted the officers, and showed him the ship's logs, which documented all of the cargo.

OOC - how does Morales know he's being fought by female pilots? And why would he broadcast on open comms? Besides, he should be shocked he's being attacked, and yelling at his ground controller about what's going on, especially considering he's flying nap-of-the-earth on a ground strike.
Also, you can't have everything go great, so now the VPA has a good idea of where to look. If you're trying to keep a secret, flying in interceptors isn't the best solution.

San Esperito Airport
"We've lost Morales' flight," ground controller María Nogales reported.

"Comrade, can you trace where they were? That would tell us where the capitalists want to defend," Colonel Nguyen Cuong asked.

"Definitely over the eastern jungle, Comrade Colonel," Nogales said. "That's where Morales reported he was under attack a minute ago."

Cuong smiled. He may have wasted a few impetuous pilots, but this was confirmation of where in the jungle to look. His sources were right.

"Jack of Diamonds, we've being intercepting a lot of com chatter," started Flight Lieutenant Lisa' as the squadron quietly flew over the jungles.

"Is it ours?" replied a femine voice.

"No ma'am," replied Lisa. "Sounds like our allies but I can't figure out which side,"

"That's ok pilot," replied the Jack of Diamonds. "Keep the com chats clear so we can find what we're hunting for,"


At the beach
10 kilometres from the Pirates position

With the pirates under heavy barrage by the cruisers and the battleships, a Lynion landing party had landed on the beach. They arrived with several engineers as they started to build a tower in order to keep an eye out for enemy activiaty. This would become the starting point for the Lynion Campagin in order to aid their allies. In the mean time, several drones were scouting the sector to find the enemy positions and intercept allied locations.

OOC - how does Morales know he's being fought by female pilots? And why would he broadcast on open comms? Besides, he should be shocked he's being attacked, and yelling at his ground controller about what's going on, especially considering he's flying nap-of-the-earth on a ground strike.
Also, you can't have everything go great, so now the VPA has a good idea of where to look. If you're trying to keep a secret, flying in interceptors isn't the best solution.

San Esperito Airport
"We've lost Morales' flight," ground controller María Nogales reported.

"Comrade, can you trace where they were? That would tell us where the capitalists want to defend," Colonel Nguyen Cuong asked.

"Definitely over the eastern jungle, Comrade Colonel," Nogales said. "That's where Morales reported he was under attack a minute ago."

Cuong smiled. He may have wasted a few impetuous pilots, but this was confirmation of where in the jungle to look. His sources were right.

Let's just assume he overheard their conversations on their network somehow because they were on the same frequency- and no, I will let the VPA get somewhere.

OOC - it just seems silly, what he said; I depicted him as overconfident, not stupid. Her response doesn't work well either, both for realism and for simple quality of retort. "I'm a woman but you're sexist"? Try, "Who's winning this battle?" Or, "Seems we're better pilots than you, Comrade Macho" if you really want the sexism/anti-sexism thing there. The whole exchange seems too Hollywood.
Also, if they can overhear your comms, then their ground controllers should be having a field day and should be swarming your fighters with lots of their own. You shouldn't be able to get air support in unharassed.

OOC- this whole thing is Hollywood for gods sake. i wouldnt know what else theyd say, but youre right. i just wanted to make this thing cinematic and not too touchy with the details.

OOC - fair enough. Cinematic is fine - I can actually see the pilots having a 'cinematic' conversation, since people watch Hollywood movies (or their NS equivalents); just think through the effects a little. Hell, having the Vertanans able to listen into your comms would give them the breaks they need, and allow suitably-cinematic appearances of the enemy when you'd least expect it.

San Espertan Jungle
Second Lt. Khang Mendoza radioed to his remaining wingman, Quang Thuc Diem as the USGA Air Force F-22s left the airspace. "Do you think we're better pilots than the captain who is now on the way to the bottom of the Caribbean Sea?"

"Only one way to find out. Now, let's punish the capitalists with some air strikes. The guerrilla's camp is somewhere under those trees."

"What trees? There are a whole lot of them."

"Check the ridge for any activity. Maybe that will find something."

The Fishbed made a pass over the ridge, only to be met with AA fire which was from, no doubt, the guerrillas. Mendoza armed his 500lb bomb and yelled, "You can hide, but you can't escape, rebels!"

The 500lb slammed into the head of the ridge, leaving a blast crater where a modified Ontos tank used to be, along with its four dead crew members. Quang reported, "Uh, I got some activity down by the coastline. Think we should check it out?"

"Why should today be any different?"

The MiG-21s swooped over a spot on the coastline, finding what looked like the shadow of a patrol boat. Mendoza asked, "We don't have any PT boats down here, do we?"

"No, sir. Nothing but us."

"Cause it looks to me this one is going to be pounded to pieces." Mendoza got closer to what became a harbor for the rebels' boats. "Goodbye, FASE bitches."

Mendoza dropped his remaining 500lb bombs and sunk at least six modified yachts in the harbor along with the docks and the buildings on the shore.

OOC - that's more like it. Now just have Mendoza & Diem report to Col. Cuong, and all will be well.

Jungle
Those fighters made just one pass before flying off. Not enough time to go from engines off to missile launch. Still, not a good showing, Jo had to admit. And those four tankers paid the price.

"That was nice," started Hokin's voice over the intercom as the Queen of Diamonds fighter jet soared past him. He noticed the smoke rising from what looked to be a dockyard or something and a number of fighter jets making passes.

"Better check it out," replied the Jack of Spades. "RVN (Royal Vamperial Navy) Destroyer Kangaroo, take 4 Armadale Class PT Boats and check out the ground damage,"

"Why are we taking orders from a guy that isn't even 20?" demanded Hokin's as he was referring to the Jack of Spades.

"Hokin's, Matt has more combat experience than you. Experience outranks age by a long shot," snapped back the Queen of Diamonds. "Shut up and keep in formation,"

"Thank you Queen of Diamonds," thanked Matt as he felt pressued from being the youngest to join the Deck of 52. "This is Lynion Dingo 4-6 Hotel calling unidentified aircraft, please identify yourself over,"

"Mendoza, this is Diem. We're getting a strange signal coming from a naval battlegroup near us. What do we do?"

"Beats me. We're just flying home. Ignore them, and we'll report back to Col. Coung." Mendoza contacted air control tower. "This is Mendoza. We've hit some of FASE's air defenses and destroyed one of its boatyards. We're coming home."

"I hear you, Mendoza. Report to me once you land."

San Espertan Jungle
"Casualty report?" the chief asked Warrant Officer Derrick McDonald.

"Four dead AA tankers, sir. Plus the crews of our naval yard down at the coast, that's 15 dead, 20 wounded. They've really hit us up."

"McDonald, they killed Lt Veracruz in the first assault. I want you to take command of his troops and set up booby traps along the paths near the camp. We were just lucky they missed the HQ."

"Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Permission granted."

"We also lost Lt Guillermo in the naval yard strike. Can Miss Jo take over for him?

"Most certainly, McDonald. Now, get into the trucks and set up some defenses."

OOC - what was Lt. Guillermo's job? Jo's there only to teach the people she needs to teach, then she's leaving; Rob Armory could be convinced to stay and fight for glory (and would be detached from duty with Smith Armory Security for the duration).

occ -bbump-

OOC: Sure. why not?

...
"Most certainly, McDonald. Now, get into the trucks and set up some defenses," the warrant officer said. Some 'guerrilla' force this was, led by police and military; they certainly weren't particularly anonymous fish in the sea of San Esperito.

"Most certainly not!" Jo exclaimed. "Miss Jo will instruct your personnel in the use of your new trucks, and naught else. I am no soldier, and do not expect to be considered one." So what if she pissed them off? She'd be gone soon anyway. They couldn't hold her in-country once she taught them what they needed to know. Meanwhile, she was about to have some amusement - Rob Armory had returned.

"Well, perhaps you'll take the Lieutenant's place, Mr. Armory?" the warrant officer asked. Rob's reputation had spread quick.

"What, refuse a chance to help out against imperialistic invaders? Gosh! How could I?" Rob replied.

OOC - these are your characters now. Play with them as you will; just get Jo out soon enough (though feel free to delay her if you like) as I'd like to save her for future use. Disillusioning the idealistic Rob is fun, but not necessary; other viable alternatives - killing him off, getting him to switch sides, or whatever - present themselves as well.

OOC: I'll do that and remember that Jo has an attitude. Thanks.

Vertanan Coast
The VPA officer checked the ship's logs... which were in perfect order. Suspiciously? He had two options. To report these guys and call for backup.... and become the laughingstock of the coast guard. Or let these people go. They don't have anything against his boys, so might as well head home. The VPA officer answered in English, "You're good to go. Sorry for wasting your time."

The VPA team left back to the airbase while the officer kept thinking to himself, Hmm. Did I do the right thing?

Hokin's suddenly burst out laughing as this embrassed Matt.

"The biggest joke in the bloody air force," laughed Hokin's as he did a barrel roll over Matt's aircraft causing Matt to freeze.

"Hokin's, stop embrassing the boy," demanded the Queen of Diamonds. "This isn't a circus!"

"Of course its a circus when the Jack of Spades is around," laughed Hokins as he lined himself up and closely followed Matt.

"Com'n Hokins," started Flight Captain Edward Barrey. "Leave Matt alone. You can't say much, you can't even shoot straight without hitting someone,"

"Matt's a big baby!" insulted Hokin's as he came closer to Matt.

"Get lost you brute!" replied Matt as he increased his speed and soared towards the sky.

"Hey! Nobody leaves me in the dust," snapped Hokin's violently as he chased after Matt.

"Rest of you return to the ship and inform the captain of the current situation," ordered the Queens of Diamonds. "I'm going after the pair!"

Matt had already had a good lead from Hokin's. He darted in the sky as Hokin's kept trailing him while keeping a missile lock on Matt's aircraft. There was little com traffic while Matt tried to out-run Hokin's. Matt was too focus with the manovour, the clear sky and keeping an eye out for enemy AA positions. As he was pulling off a sharp turn, he noticed the Queen of Diamonds had finally came onto the scene which gave hima sense of relief. He let his guard down for a moment before the alarm went off. Matt noticed the missile lock system went off and this made things more difficult for him. He darted and raced as he tried to out run the missile before deploying heaters. The heaters were designed to draw the missiles off the jets tail and possible the missiles would destroy themselves by hitting the heaters. However, it was too late and the missile exploded when the heaters were about a metre from the jet engines. The explosion caused the jet to be thrown forward.

"This is the Jack of Spades calling Gibberish American Forces and Lynion Forces. Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! I've being shot down over the jungles somewhere," shouted Matt into the radio before the jet smashed into the ground causing the wings to break off the main body. Matthew was braced for impact but the crash had servely smashed his shoulder apart. He was lucky to be alive as the jets circled above him before returning back to base. Matt reached over for the flares and luanched four red flares to expose his position. He pressed another button that was meant to open the cockpit but the cockpit shield was badly jammed.

"Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!," splattered Matt as he coughed. "I'm shot down...I fired the flares...I've got a shattered shoulder wound and I need medical attention..." Matt suddenly fainted as he kept his finger on the radio thus exposing his position on radar. He was still breathing but he could bearly moved as he prayed with all his heart we would be found.

Once night fell, the pair of helicopters flew low and fast into the country. Once they were near the drop zone, one of the helicopters touched down while the other circled the area until it was cleared to land.

After the commandos had disembarked and got their equipment in order, they regrouped and went over the plan.

"There are two possible locations of the package; in this town here, or somewhere in this area. Both are several Kilometers north, and about 8 Kilometers apart. Recon suggested that both have a large number of troop movement, either rebel or federal troops. Once more thing, if it's in the town, by the time we get to it Mexican forces might be overrunning the place. We can handle the infantry no problem, but the tanks are a different matter, so choose your battles wisely. Alpha Squad[GRU] will take the town, Delta[KGB] will take the rebel camp, afterwords we regroup here. Any questions? Move out, we've only got 72 hours to go."

"Lynion Pilot, this is the USGA Army on the line. We have you on the transponder location, which is somewhere in East Vertana. Is that correct? If so, we'll send a search-and-rescue team to your location plus a medic or two. Where are yuu?"

"There are two possible locations of the package; in this town here, or somewhere in this area. Both are several Kilometers north, and about 8 Kilometers apart. Recon suggested that both have a large number of troop movement, either rebel or federal troops. Once more thing, if it's in the town, by the time we get to it either Mexican or American forces might be overrunning the place. We can handle the infantry no problem, but the tanks are a different matter, so choose your battles wisely. Alpha Squad[GRU] will take the town, Delta[KGB] will take the rebel camp, afterwords we regroup here. Any questions? Move out, we've only got 72 hours to go."

There are only Mexican and VPA forces in Vertana at this moment. My forces and the rebels are held up at San Esperito, so you should just change the forces in the area.

"Err..." muttered Matt as he came around for a moment as the response came through. "I'm about 200 kilometres inland from the coast controlled by the Lynion's. So...that makes me positioned...East Vertana jungle. I have jungle terrian around me but on my right side, there's some kind of peek over looking the area. I'm about 3 kilometre's from the peek and I'll be at the bottom of the peek.

"Roger that. We're sending a search party of two HH-60 Pave Hawks full of USGA Army soldiers. We've got 30mm cannons, rockets, AA and AT missiles just in case any of the VPA bastards try any shit. We're coming in."

The squads moved in on their targets slowly, watching out for traps and possible enemy patrols.

"Five minute break. Nametski, radio."

"Alpha to Delta, do you copy, over."

"We copy, signal's weak, but we can hear. What's up?"


"We're getting close, what's your position?"


"Not too far, maybe another hour or two."


"Copy, Alpha out."

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Delta's location


While they were resting, their radio officer was listening in on nearby radio transmissions. While listening in, the radioman summoned the commander.

"There's a downed aircraft a few clicks north, rescue choppers are inbound."

"Shit.. If we need to engage, how many Starstreaks do we have?" The commander said, looking at a different commando.

The said commando replied: "We've got four of them, Alpha's got the other 4."

"Alright. We need to get moving again, if we run into them, and if there's no way around, we'll hit them while they land. Until then, same ROE applies."

OOC: The village will be occupied by VPA soldiers while the other area will be abandoned until the VPA force you mentioned before arrives there.

"You what?" demanded Tal Rasha as Hokin's started to sweat a little from explaining how he shot down Matt.

"Hey, the little punk was asking for it," stated Hokin's as Tal Rasha and the Queen of Diamonds started to shake their heads.

"Bullsh*t," replied Melissia (Queen of Diamonds). "You pressured him into running away from you and then fired a missile at close range. I saw him crash land and the flares were fired," stated Melissia sharply. "I've listened to comm traffic and Gibberish American units are inbound to the crash sight. By what I've heard, he's arm is going to be removed and replaced with a cyborg one,"

"He was taking the bait, what else was I meant to do?" snapped back Hokins.

"Damnit Hokins!" shouted Tal Rasha as his voice made everyone feel a freeze go down their spines. "Got any idea what position his brother is in?"

"No...no..." replied a nervous Hokins.

"His brother is the Vamperial Grand Aerial Headmaster of the Vamperial Order and he can decide your fate without a trail!" snapped back Tal Rasha. "Got any idea what he's going to be like if Matt dies?" shouted Tal Rasha as he threw Hokin's across the bridge and against the wall. "All hell is going to break loose and you could be executed on the spot!" Tal Rasha hadn't calmed down and he was still enraged. "Melissia, take ten fighters and a drop ship and secure Matt's location. Sarge, clap Hokin's in irons and throw him into his cell!"

"Yes sir," smiled the sarge as he and another two Hunters slapped Hokin's in irons. "Com'n traitor, we got a nice cell for you to think about your life,"

The Queen of Diamonds scrambled 10 Dingo's as they took off and headed towards the crash site. She was pissed off at Hokin's on firing at one of the best pilots in the air force. The only thing going through her mind was: why? Why did the bastard shoot him down? She tried to put it out of her mind as a MK2 Prototype Blackhawk joined them. The mission was simple: rescue Matt, blow the jet and get back to the medical ship.

OOC: Nice scene. Really cinematic. :)

East Vertana Jungle
The HH-60s flew in from the Army Base in San Esperito into the eastern tropical coast of Vertana. It was still sunny at this time of year, and it would be easy to spot the Lynion pilot yet also easy for VPA forces to spot the HH-60s. After an hour of travelling inland, the HH-60s approached the transponder location of the pilot. One pilot hit his radio, "Lynion pilot, can you tell us your location? Are you close to the rendezvous point, 'cause we're ready to haul you out of this shithole."

"Black flare going up!" muttered Matt as he fired a black flare into the sky above him. Matt felt faint as he tried his best to stay awake but the loss of blood had weaken him dramatically. "I've got a red light blinking and...." the radio suddenly cuts out as Matt faints.


OOC: Hokin's is an idoit anyway. Lee is the last guy to piss off anyway.

"What the hell is going on down there?!"

No response.

"Lower the chopper now at the source of that flare, now!"

The HH-60 headed over to the pilot's location, where he was found unconscious and bleeding from the arm. Sgt. Nathan Vatz, an 18-year-old, hopped out and ordered the medics, "Take care of this bleeding and take him into the chopper! Polaski, Riebmann, cover Satsaki and Giovanni while they take care of this guy."

Vatz walked over the pilot and looked into his eyes," Don't worry, buddy. We'll get you out of here."

The pilot radioed Lynion Battlegroup Command, "This is Joker 5, we have your pilot. Medevacing him to our infirmary on the USS Mexico City on the coast then you'll have him in no time out."

As Matt was being taken out, his arms had become infected due to the sharpnel piecing his shoulders. It was going to mean that his arms would need to be removed due to the injuries to avoid the infection from growing throughout the body and killing him. Matt couldn't speak or move as his eyes slightly opened from time to time.

Meanwhile

"Joker 5, we got the message," replied the Queen of Diamonds as her squadron returned back to their carrier. "Vamperial Headmaster Tal Rasha, Jack of Spades has being taken by Gibberish American Forces and headed to the USS Mexico City,"

"Copy that Queen of Diamonds," replied Tal Rasha. "We need to make sure he survives,"

"I'm returning back to the carrier for a full report," finished the Queen of Diamonds as she turned around headed back to the carrier.

"We've got movement in the village... looks like VPA infantry, they've got a doshka or something similar in that storefront there, nobody's watching it right now. It looks like there's a fuel depot on the western side of the village. Split in half and engage the village, nothing inside survives, got it?"

They crept around the edge of town until one of them fired an RPO at the fuel depot making a huge fireball that went into the morning sky. During that distraction, in which mostly everybody in the town had turned at looked to, the two squads quickly moved into the vicinity and begun shooting into soldiers. Among the shouting in Spanish and East Asian languages, the VPA troops believed it was a special forces team from one of the countries they were currently fighting, but something just didn't seem right.

"Delta-Black 1, this is 2, we are currently advancing to your position, over"

"Copy Black 2, be advised we are currently engaging hostiles, we have a possible location of the package. Advance on that location, we will meet you there, over."

After the fight, they were searching the place for the titanium case with Cyrillic lettering on it.

"Commander, it's not here, they moved it to the town."

"I see. Tell Alpha that's the case, then we're gonna burn the place as we leave."

"Delta to Alpha, do you copy, over."

"We copy, we're just outside the town, what's your situation?"

"Village turned revealed that it's at your location, we're gonna burn the place and regroup, over"

"Copy, we'll hold, Alpha out."


As they packed up their stuff and left, they set fire to anything that would burn, and left two dead behind as ordered. The next stop would be that town..

OOC: That's the VPA you're engaging, not the rebels. The rebels are on my territory against the VPA invasion.

ooc: fix'd

Dang Quoc Village
VPA Sgt. Carlos Ngo was alerted by gunfire and explosion at a nearby fuel depot. He went up to an NCO and asked, "What the hell is going on here?"

"The Americans, sir! The Yanquis are attacking us!"

"But why? Wouldn't they have to focus on San Esperito instead of here?"

"I don't know, Comrade sergeant. It's probably the American special forces that are trying to weaken our grip."

Ngo turned to his CO, Lieutenant Domingo Contreras. "Comrade Lieutenant. The Americans are probably trying to get their hands on that package we found in Cyrillic."

"But the Americans don't use a Cyrillic alphabet. They use Latin."

"I know, sir. But I'm thinking that maybe this is their top secret project that they don't want us to find out about. We need to make sure we know what they're doing."

"They'll threaten our hidden nuclear cruise missile bases! Ngo, have your men head to the perimeter of town and engage any hostile forces you encounter. I'll call base command and ask for an extra platoon."

"Got it, sir. Everybody, mount up!"

"Capybara to Iquipu, we've encountered American special forces teams headed for the American weapons package. Requesting reinforcements!"

"Got it. We'll fly in an extra platoon or two. Hold position and do not let the Americans get hold of the package. Out."

OOC: The VPA thinks the Spetsnaz are my forces.

Tal Rasha boarded a Blackhawk with two medic's and a Lynion Assassin as the chopper took off from the heavy cruiser and headed towards the USS Mexico City. Tal Rasha had some doubt inside of him as he prayed to God that Matt was going to be fine. Its not that he was worried about Lee, Matt's older brother and only family, being enraged, it was the fact he might have to Zora that her boyfriend was KIA.

"USS Mexico City, this is Lynion Flight 34 requesting permission to land," started the pilots voice. "We're here to pick up our wounded over,"

"We read you loud and clear, 34. You are clear to land.

The Blackhawk pilot acknowledge the response and started to land on the ship. Tal Rasha watched as the group got off the chopper as the rotorblades started to slow down and eventually stopped. The Assassin looked around as he escorted the three towards the main door.

"Best we wait," stated Tal Rasha. "I don't want to get into something,"

The pilot was rushed into the intensive care unit an hour before on the USS Mexico City, hanging on for his life.

Alpha squad had noticed the patrols heading in their direction. As the squad's marksmen took positions, the rest moved and radioed the Delta squad.

"Delta, we've got movement here, be advised, out."

"Korvanev, pick off a magazine's worth and regroup with us."

After the commander had said that, he aimed his M21[M14, not the Serbian rifle] and began taking potshots at important looking soldiers, such as officers, machine gunners, medics, and grenadiers.

The others moved into a ditch and threw down a smoke screen, then would proceed to a nearby building. They would have to fight their way through the soldiers either way.

"Delta, take out any aircraft that wander our way before you regroup, out."

While being nearly missed by a sniper's bullet, the rest of Ngo's squad had been brought down by enemy sniper fire, with 7 wounded enough not strong enough to continue fighting. His other two able-bodied men lifted up their AK-47s and blindly fired into the smoke screen. Angered, Ngo yelled, "What the hell are you guys doing, get to the package!"

"We can't sir. I've got a round in my waist, and Than here just fainted from blood loss."

"Dammit. I'll take care of them then." Ngo hopped over into a UAZ 469 jeep and yelled, "Get in! Someone man the mounted machine gun!"

Two other VPA soldiers hopped in and drove to the building containing the package. Cpl. Francisco Morales threw a grenade into the entrance hallway, then Ngo entered with his MP5 at hand and found the first room to be clear. "Come on, let's keep going."

Ngo proceeded to the secured package while Morales covered his back. Then, he looked back to only see one soldier at his side. "Where's Jimenez?"

All of a sudden, Morales pulled an M9 to Ngo's head. "He's in the basement putting C4 on the support pylons of this building."

"What are you doing, Morales?"

"My name is not Francisco Morales, communist scum. The USGA will have your head. I'm Mark Rodriguez, CIA. Jimenez's name is his real one, but he's Mexican. Now get up. We're giving the package to our men who's assaulting this town."

Meanwhile, outside, several Vertanan Il-76s dropped two platoons of VPA paratroopers to reinforce the defense.

OOC: Rodriguez thinks the Spetsnaz forces are his men, so he'll give you the package, but not before looking at it.

"Shit, paratroopers.."


"Captain Medvedev, there's a jeep heading this way, decreasing speed."

"Copy, Korvanev, regroup."

The squad held up near the edge of the town. The paratroopers would likely get tangled up in the jungle, so they had some time.

USS Mexico City

Tal Rasha wasn't greeted on the flight deck and he decided it would be ebst he went inside. The medic's waited with the chopper as Tal Rasha and the Lynion Assassin ventured inside the ship. They were to look for Matt and see how he was doing. If they could, have return to a medical ship and see to it everything is alright.


Unknown Position

"Damnit!" started Wing Commander Anderson. "Sounds like Lynion has become netural in the world war,"

"Ohh man! We were gonna kill those facist scum!" started another pilots voice over the intercom.

"Red 3, what's the current status on the drones?" Anderson asked as the three Sonic Dingo Fighter Jets were partolling with 10 assault drones (unmanned aircraft).

"They're doing just fine," replied Red 3. "We need to test them out in combat so we can figure out how good they are and what they need to improve on,"

"Red Leader, we got para-troopers dropping into something," stated Red 2.

"All units, climb an additional 1500 feet and keep your eyes open for enemy AA positions,"

OOC: Who are those other people?

OOC: Para-troopers you dropped.

OOC: No, that's Vertana's paratroopers.

Rodriguez met the team outside the building with the package, yelling in English, "Here's your package! I hope you like it!"

He dropped the package in front of the team and looked up to see how they would react.

With most of the commandos in the ditch, they could easily overwatch the location of the case. The 3 visible Spetsnaz, looked at each other, shrugged, and one went to grab the case, while the other waved back. Thye then returned into the jungle.

"Delta, we've got the package, regroup here, choppers are inbound."


After regrouping, they moved to a clearing where the helicopters could land and sat tight. It would be about 20 minutes before the helicopters could get to the location, escorted by the Hind which would strike any targets that were moving in on the Spetsnaz evac point.

Meanwhile, the remaining VPA troops in the town entered the building where the package was in. Jimenez rushed up to Rodriguez and told him, "Sir! They're onto us!"

"Hold on." Agent Rodriguez held his detonator the the planted charges in the building. When the bulk of the platoon entered, Rodriguez hit the button, causing the house to explode and collapse on the VPA troops inside. "Come on. Let's follow our men."

"What men?"

"Our backup we gave the package to."

"Those weren't ours. We're getting out of here by boat, remember?"

"Oh, well. I got photos of every document in the package on my cell phone camera."

"One question. How do we get out of here with all the VPA troops on our asses?"

"We get to the clearing south of town and call in for extraction." The two agents went into the jungle and met up with the unknown forces they gave the package to. When they saw them, they dropped their weapons and said to the team in English, "Don't shoot us! We're just intel agents from the coalition with valuable intel on a package even worse than the Stonehenge project. We initially were going for documents on the Vertanans' nukes, and thought your package was ours, but we got the wrong one. Can you return the favor and help us look for our package? That'd be awesome!"

OOC: Grr... I'm trying to find Gibberish American Forces.

OOC: My forces are based on the south coast of San Esperito, just north of your naval battlegroup.

OOC to Defense Corporations: Sorry I didnt get time to work on your guys. Just so preoccupied right now. Grrr...

USS Mexico City

Tal Rasha was busy waiting for the results of his pilot. Tal Rasha was only a commander to Matt but when it came to Lee, Lee would have no family left to come to Lynion. It would be hard on Lee and hard on the others. Even thought Matt was only 17, he still inspired the others around him.

"How long until we know?" asked the Assassin.

"Might be days," answered Tal Rasha.

All of a sudden, the doctor walked out and explained to the coalition officers, "Your pilot's doing fine, but he's lost a lot of blood and he'll need a transfusion. We've got that for him already, and we're going to have to amputate his bad arm. Otherwise, we stopped the infection in time. He's very lucky, compared to the soldiers I've treated on deck."

OOC to Defense Corporations: Sorry I didnt get time to work on your guys. Just so preoccupied right now. Grrr...

No problem.
I'm intrigued by the other story you've got running with Chernobyl-Pripyat.

"Matt's not like the other's I've seen," replied Tal Rasha. "At least he hasn't died. It would be very hard on his brother, espceially during the time of war. Nevertheless, when he's ready to move, I'll see to it he's returned to one of our medical frigates,"

"I'll see to the captain to that."

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The commanders from each squad looked at each other and radioed back to base, who told them they needed to get out of there as soon as possible with the package, but Alpha could assist the foreign troops, since they knew about the package. The secret plan was to capture or eliminate anybody else who know about it.


After leaving their weapons for Alpha to use, Delta left with the package and the other helicopters. One would find a safe place to land and sit there for a while, as the Hind and the other Huey left for the ship, which was now sitting in international waters.

"Rodriguez, I don't trust some of these guys."

"Don't worry, I got a backup plan."

OOC: How many men are in Alpha team? (to CP)

I will get back you your guys once I'm done with this story. (to Defense Corporations)

ooc: 8, since the other 4 left with Delta

Inside the ship

After they had landed, they opened the case per HQ's instructions; while the documents inside were relevant, the data on them was incorrect. There was a small flashdrive between the outer shell and the inside.

The commando opening the thing exclaimed "Jeez, this thing really is stuck.."

The person from HQ then said in reply "That means it hasn't been tampered with. Once it gets back, we'll have to decrypt everything on there, which should take quite some time. You can tell we took every measure possible to keep it safe."

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The Spetsnaz in the jungle, using fake Estovakian accents communicated with each other. One of them stepped forward and said. "So what do you want our help for?"

"The Vertanans bought a nuke from the North Koreans some years ago and has the capability of striking into Eastern Europe, like Chernobyl-Pripyat where we have forces defending their government. They don't like the Ukrainian style of socialism and they want them out so badly they'd nuke an entire city to make sure a right-wing socialism like the type in Myanmar is what all communists should follow. We don't like other governments forcing their ways on other countries, and we're willing to defend that. That's why we're capitalists but still defend socialism if necessary," Rodriguez explained to the foreign troops.

While the others weren't looking, Jimenez looked at his CIA-assigned mini-computer where he wrote to HQ, "We got a package, but it's not the one we're looking for. The one we found belongs to some Eastern European country due to the Cyrillic markings all over it. We took photos of all markings on the package and relayed them back to HQ for analysis. We have no clue what's inside, but we think it's information about some type of WMD or WMD defense plan called 'Project Stonehenge.' We're headed over to a Vertanan airbase where we've confirmed the location of the Vertanan nuclear missile with a team of Eastern European specialists, We'll check in with you once we're inside. Just in case these specialists try anything stupid, we got a backup plan. I've got an RPK-74 on me and Rodriguez has his G36C, so we're good against 8 men if we're backstabbed. Just don't know who to trust."

He quickly sent the message then put his mini-computer away before anyone could see what he was doing.

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Vertanan Airbase on the Southern Coast
"Colonel, the ship we encountered earlier isn't docking for what it should be doing. It's still out at sea."

"What the hell? Send some MiGs to teach them a lesson. We already gave them a warning, and now it's time for punishment. Nobody messes with Vertana!"

Three MiG-29s were scrambled to the area of the ship. One pilot got it on radar. "Ship is in firing range. Launching torpedo."

"Check your fire. We got four Nanuchka III's coming to take care of it as well. Make sure you don't hit it in a vital area so the crew will have time to surrender."

'Roger that. Aiming for starboard side." A torpedo dropped from the MiG-29 and propelled into the water, detonating a proximity fuse in the front side of the ship, doing enough damage to cause it to sink slowly. Another pilot sent the crew of the ship a message.

"This is the VPA Air Force! Prepare to be boarded!"

The 3 VPA Nanuchka IIIs full of VPA troops approached the ship.

bump

[ooc: the ship had docked, and it was leaving to international waters at the time of Delta's departure]


"A North Korean missile!?" One of the commandos snickered.

"Can those things fly, let along make it off the ground?" Another said.

"I guess we'll help you find them, but all it really is is a glorified Katyusha. We should get moving, before the Vertanans hurt themselves."

Before they were ready to move, they checked the magazines of their assorted rifles, and ditched some equipment they no longer needed.

OOC: Sorry. Didn't see that.

The Port
"What the hell are you doing?" yelled the colonel. "I didn't tell you to engage the ship! We're simply checking it. Now we're going to have to pay for damages, you bastard."

"Sorry, comrade colonel. I-"

"Don't sorry me, you've got a lot of explaining once you've gotten back to base."

The Ship
In the meantime, the Nanuchka IIIs were called back to patrol and the customs officers took over to see if everything was going fine.

"Sorry about that. Just a little miscommunication. We'll take care of the repairs, you just sit tight and wait for a bit."

A mechanic soaked in sea water reported to the bridge and told the captain the extent of the damage.

"Not a direct hit, but we took some damage. Lower levels have a few inches of water, but it's not increasing. Fire suppression systems operated as expected."

After he dried his face, he said "There's still some holes that I couldn't get to."

USS Mexico City

"Thanks doc," replied Tal Rash. "When can I see him?" asked Tal Rasha as he kept his cool.

Lynion Base

"We've being getting no intel lately and our partols haven't found any enemy camps," briefed the operator.

"Increase the radar range and have partols keep an eye out for enemy activities," ordered Colonel Jones as the operators attempted to increase the radar range and the partols.

"Gibberish American Forces in the area," started an operator. "This is Lynion Base XY calling Gibberish American Forces. I'm requesting intel about enemy positions,"

USS Mexico City
"He's just out of his first recovery stage. You can see him now if you want," the doctor told them.

USGA Base, South San Esperito
"General Becerra to Lynion Forces Base XY, the VPA has set up a small base in the city of Azteca in Central San Esperito. We're sending a battallion north to take them out, but your help would be much appreciated. This operation will be known as Operation Widowmaker. Becerra out."

bump

Southern Vertana
In the meantime, the Marines held their positions at LZ Alpha. The rest of the battallion flew in with UH-1 Hueys as HMMWVs were being lifted into the zone. The Marines set up sandbags around their perimeter and set up camp. The colonel met with Captain Guzman.

"Colonel, sir!"

"Muy bien, captain. Casualties?"

"We've lost over 50 men and 115 wounded, sir. I have a bad feeling about this."

"I know you do, captain, but we need to hold our positions until the rest of the brigade can move in. We've planned an attack on the VPA on the other end of the valley. We'll have air support and the naval artillery in support. Don't worry. We'll be fine."

Central Vertana Mountains
A VPA convoy was headed down the mountain road to scout for any trails off the beaten path. A PT-76 tank headed the convoy trailed by 2 UAZ 469 jeeps and 4 troop-transport trucks. The VPA soldiers were fully armed with AK-47 assault rifles and RPD light machine guns. Their patrol was almost over until the PT-76 stopped all of a sudden, holding up the convoy. The officer got out of his truck and yelled, "What's going on?"

"Just clearing the road of debris, sir."

"Negative! Continue on!"

No response. The officer ordered his men,"Go check it out."

"Yes, sir."

In a split second, the jungle was lit up by enemy gunfire as FASE guerrillas put heavy M16A1 and AK-47 fire into the convoy. Many VPA troops attempted to get to cover, but several were subsequently forced to the ground by the heavy fire.

"Return fire." Several VPA soldiers blindly lifted their AK-47s and shot at their enemies. Thsoe who did try to aim were put down by the deadly accuracy of the overwhelming numbers of the "freedom fighters." A wave of guerrillas, with bayonets attached to their rifles, charged into the VPA positions. Those who got close put the nasty blades into the chests of their enemies, only to be put down by the PT-76's suppressive fire. But that failed, as the guerrillas put enough LAW fire into the tank to keep it from continuing. Warrant Officer McDonald looked to Rob. "You ready for this?"

"For certainly."

The two guerrilla leaders pulled out their M60E4 machine guns, putting 7.62mm lead into the rest of the cowering VPA. At the same time, the VPA officer radioed base. "This is Cuervas! I've been ambushed by the San Espertans in the central highlands and requesting armored backup. Taken lots of casualties, and need backup pronto!"

"Alright, stay frosty. BTRs are inbound."

Some minutes later, four BTR-80s arrived with four squads of elite VPA infantry armed with G3s, FNCs, and PKMs, searching for the attackers. The company leader found the VPA officer unconcious from blood loss and several wounded survivors next to the body of a dozen guerrillas and two dozen VPA troops, then ordered his men, "Get them inside the truck. The rest of you, look for any signs of the guerrillas. Go!"

In the meantime, McDonald and Rob waited in the bushes, camoflauged and ready with a fresh clip of M60E4 bullets. The rest of the fighters were hiding in the trees, AK-47s at hand.

OOC: bump. sorry- been busy.

USS Mexico City

Tal Rasha thanked the doctor and quietly slipped into the room and found Matt with his left arm removed. Matthew was awake and quietly looking around as Tal Rasha sat next to Matt. At first there wasn't much to say and Matthew was struggling to stay awake.

"F**k that bastard," muttered Matthew as Tal Rasha smiled.

"He'll be court martial when the war's over," replied Tal Rasha. "In the mean time, he's returned to Union in a prison camp. How you feeling?"

"Pretty stuffed," joked Matt. "I could use with a sleep," pointed out Matt as he looked like hell and hadn't slept for 24 hours.

"Get some rest," replied Tal Rasha. "I need to go back to the base, something is about to happen. Take your time Matt," finished Tal Rasha as Matt drifted off to sleep. Tal Rasha went outside and spoke to the doctor he was with earlier.

"When Matt can be moved," started Tal Rasha. "Send him to us so we can send him to Union,"