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Ban kitan wrote:Hey, was just wondering if anyone wants to rp an encounter with either Ban Kitan or Volbelven anytime soon?

I mean we're coming for Siberia when we deal with Ukraine so give us a bit to mop up in the RP.

Volbelven

Polska Rzeczpospolita Robotnicza wrote:I mean we're coming for Siberia when we deal with Ukraine so give us a bit to mop up in the RP.

Gotcha, just let me know when you get to it

Northern Visitors | September, 30th 2010

Nations Concerned: Icelanden

Franz steps out from the crowd, He is taller than he looks from the pictures/television. He is wearing a rather colorful suit, He waves in a friendly manner. The guards open the gates allowing entrance.

Hello friends! Welcome to Roulix! I'm sure after our "Business" is sorted out we can have plenty of fun! Now come. We have important matters to discuss that we mustn't keep waiting any longer!

United front of texas

Show of Force: Kriegsplan Wulf (pt.1) | 1st of January - 10th of January, 2011 | Location: The British Isles

Nations Concerned: Icelanden, Roulix

Out of all the things they expected, explosions continuing for the entire night after New Years was not one. The cooperation between the IRA and the Nordics had been minimal, with neither side really agreeing to the others' goals, sharing just enough information for the mutual success of the operation. The damages it inflicted, however, were massive. The British intelligence services luckily only caught on once it was too late to stop what was happening. And the moment the fireworks flew on New Years gunfire and IEDs rocked the country. The damage was everywhere; but most of all in London. Subways caved in from dynamite. City streets were sprayed with shrapnel from carbombs and grenades. Apartments and homes were stormed, most seemingly targeting reservists, military officers or members of the party, with any witnesses unlucky to wonder out being shot on sight. Trains were derailed in clustered detonations, with factories and any heavy industry that survived Thatcher's regime being torn to shreds by incendiary weapons. Attacks were similarly intensive in Glasgow and all over Scotland, but with less brutality as per the request of the Irish. Initial responders came under heavy fire from both the Wikingkorps and the IRA, with the British military being slow to respond as many of their soldiers were out celebrating or knocked out from excessive drinking. The guards around the Buckingham palace barely held back the assault, with both the palace and the big ben taking shots from rocket launchers and thrown explosives. The gunfire lasted till morning, with other shots and secondary attacks lasting for nine days after, until going completely quiet. The UK's retaliation began then and there. Even as many members of the Wikingkorps and the IRA fought to the death and denied connections to their respective nations. Many on the Imperial side were instructed to act as Frenchmen would, in the hopes that this would instigate a war between the British and the Roulixians, to soften up both nations before the execution of Kriegsplan Adler. But the UK turned its gaze to the west, towards Ireland. Even as the nation denied its connections to the IRA and condemned its vicious attacks, Ireland was faced with a vengeful nation poised to take it. Imperials acting in the British government gave the exact news the Imperium wanted to hear. News that would accelerate the execution of Kriegsplan Wulf. Britain's nuclear arsenal was missing. It had been taken by the Royalists upon fleeing to Canada, Australia and to South Africa. This changed things for Imperial command, who decided to go against the nuclear strike on London, instead opting for long range missile strikes on known locations of missile silos, keeping the strategic missile defense forces on high alert should missile fire be returned.

The first Achainian Terran Fighting fleet, already in positions around the Roulixian coast and the North Sea, received the notice for attack. Submarine squadrons moved at full speed, to intercept the fleets and transports. The hardest part of the war would come now. As the two navies clashed, first at great ranges with missiles, then closer when the first aircraft and submarines came into range. Many British ships suffered heavy damage, being mostly docked when the attacks began, taking missile fire right as they began to move. The Nordic navy, smaller than the Imperial forces, took to defending the coasts while the Imperials were gone, as well as guarding transports for the upcoming landings. The RAF and whatever the navy could spare was not enough to guarantee them full air superiority, as the Imperials fully displayed their air power from the Icelandic superfotress and from Norwegia. Vrakonian airborne struck with overwhelming numbers, beginning a bombing campaign over the British isles, targeting ports and military installations, denying the enemy the ability to refuel and reinforce their fleets. Where the Imperials faced the worst was when they closed in on the coats and around Whales. The country had almost entirely intact anti aircraft installations, bringing down several waves of aircraft trying to cross its airspace, before launching its own small force to chase down the survivors, who were picked off over Scotland by other anti aircraft installations and ground forces SPAA. The Pride of the fleet was struck by a British vessel, a lucky cruiser landing a shot upon the Imperium class battleship on which the Admiral and leader of the Wikingkorps were both stationed on. Luckily neither were killed, or even injured, but one of the ships' gun batteries was damaged, which also included the opening mechanism on a nearby missile silo due to a fire set off by the missile. This would prompt the return of the ship to Nordic dockyards for repairs, while the Admiral and leader of the Wikingkorps transfered to a Vonia class battleship, this time accompanied by an aircraft carrier for better coverage.

Securing Gibraltar | 6th of January, 2011 | Location: Northern Africa

Nations Concerned: YugoslavUnion

Using their connections within the allied state of Yugoslavia, the Imperium was able to reestablish communications with the Legions in Northern Africa. Though hesitant at first, the Legates accepted the return of Imperial authority in the area. They suggested reestablishment of communications with the middle east, but due to naval conflicts and a general blockade of the area it was decided against until the conflict with the British was resolved. Even as the offseas territory of Gibraltar was not communist, nor answered to royalist authority, it was decided by Imperial command that it should be taken. The area was of vital importance to trade and reinforcement. Should it be taken, the Imperium would gain another edge in the global war they found themselves in. The 2nd Terran Flotilla, active in the Mediterranean, helped the invasion take place. Its singular battleship was enough to bombard the shoreline, with small transports taking the swiftest units to the shore. They faced minimal resistance once shore guns were knocked out, as the soldiers here had fallen to degeneracy since the Shattering, being little more than a Garrison of bandits ruling over the territory with fear and through collaborators and small militias. The Imperials landed soldiers onto the ground, with aerial support from the 17th Vonian Airborne Legion. The strongest push came when enough transports were hauled in to bring the armor of the 13th Vonian Shock Legion. M30s and M40s cut the enemy to pieces, with any left simply surrendering due to the fear the world had for those who resisted the Imperium. A garrison was requested from PDF forces, which moved slowly and cautiously, setting up office in whatever was left of the Gibraltar airport.

13th Vrakonian Airborne Legionary Command | January 2011 | Location: Neo Russia, Siberia

Nations Concerned: Volbelven

"What are you seeing, brother Vladimir?" came over the intercom of the Russian pilot. Vladimir shuddered slightly at the terrible accent, but responded back to the Imperial; "A town...No, more like a tribe. Something you'd see in those fantasy movies." A laugh came from the other side "Barely a decade and they're back to that?" asked the Imperial pilot. Vladimir continued: "We'll just report it back to base. The Commanders might see fit to send a scouting force near it."

The state of this part of the world was deplorable. The Neo Russian government barely held onto power in North-East Asia, ruling over parts of Siberia with an iron fist. The nation was more made up of soldiers than anything. It was only natural they welcomed the Imperials when they came. Nothing was more welcomed than diplomatic leverage and the protection that would come from letting an Imperial Legion inhabit Kamchatka. An airborne Legion and a minor naval force was enough to deter most invaders, specially those from China, which witnessed Imperial destruction firsthand. But the Legate of the 13th Vrakonian Airborne was more concerned of his allies than anyone. The Russian military dictatorship was fragile but possessed the second largest nuclear arsenal on the planet. By contrast, anything outside its officer core were drunkards and soldiers nobody would describe as anything more than insane. The two commands agreed to a tutorship program of sorts, where the Imperials would train and discipline their soldiers, to prevent mutinies and rampages from the raging drunkards that made up the bulk of the small Russian Army. The Russians were so desperate for Imperial expertise and most of all, their medical technology, that they gave up parts of their nuclear arsenal in exchange for such knowledge. When news of kingdoms and tribes around Neo Russia came in, Imperial Command showed almost no interest, merely sending out aerial patrols to investigate these communities from afar. But the Russians, interested in increasing their population and expanding their influence, started sending out scout forces to get closer to them. Armored vehicles and motorized rifle battalions moved out. Trucks, tanks, armored transports and men armed to the teeth, merely an observational force, but ready if the worst was to come. The Imperials were fully engaged in arms deals with the former United States, as rogue officers and private investors sold out equipment from the old US armories, which the Imperials sought to acquire to arm Neo Russia to new standards.

Roulix, United front of texas, Polska Rzeczpospolita Robotnicza, and Volbelven

Ugh I hate doing impersonal posts. Less of this and more character stuff coming soon.

United front of texas

Post by Ban kitan suppressed by Achain.

Ban kitan

Maybe the Imperium could run into Ban Kitan at Gibraltar?

United front of texas

Ban kitan wrote:Maybe the Imperium could run into Ban Kitan at Gibraltar?

We're more likely to run into you in the eventual operation to advance upon the Suez. Would spare us the effort if we actually encountered a nation willing to open us a route instead of having to fight for it.

Post self-deleted by United democratic peoples republics.

Post self-deleted by United Democratic Peoples Republics

United front of texas and Ban kitan

Post by Volbelven suppressed by Achain.

Force of Will Pt. 2

Volbelven Village, Siberia, April, 2011

Kavik had made many changes to the village when she had pried leadership from the previous queen's corpse. She established shamanism as the official religion of the village, and anyone who didn't want to conform found a new home in the Siberian wilderness. She carried with her rule the very anger, bitterness, and hatred that festered inside her during her isolation. Before her time, all the previous leaders had a council of elders that they consulted on important matters. Kavik cast these elders aside, citing that the gods found them unworthy of holding leadership positions. In the four years she reigned, she used the same brutality, relentlessness, and force that nature threw against her. Those who didn't resist her rule found positions within her close cabinet. Her spartan style of running things attracted various characters. One was Sasha, a farmer and baker turned Minister of Agriculture, a new position that Kavik had made, modeled after the more modern societies she had read about. Another was Nikolai, a stoic blacksmith who was promoted to Minister of Arms, with his forge creating most of the weapons for the village. Those and more staffed Kavik's hall, granting her wisdom when she requested it, and staying quiet when she didn't.

In her 4 years of rule she did what no previous leader of Volbelven thought to do, she expanded the borders of the village. At first it was chopping trees and building new houses, but it evolved into taking over other villages. When she ordered the troops of the town to march into the neighboring village, they were confused. They had many questions, especially about why they should view the near villages as hostile. But to these questions, Kavik would merely upturn her nose and cite the gods willing it. She used this excuse many times, and yet nobody dared to contest it. She made herself the Queen-Priestess of Volbelven, which secured the support of the shamans for her coup.

One of Kavik's biggest changes was to the make-shift militia that Volbelven had. It was primarily comprised of loosely organized soldiers only used to defend the village, but even that was rare. One of her main goals was to turn it into a true fighting force like a nation would have. She ordered that Nikolai and his forge would start to produce iron weapons and armor. When asked how it would be paid for, she stated it wouldn't be, currency wasn't a problem anymore. With the abolition of currency, production of almost everything went up significantly, due to payment not being a part of the process anymore. Over time, the rag-tag group of fighters armed with flint tipped spears was replaced with steel armor clad, axe-wielding, bear pelt covered warriors.

The first village to fall was a tough battle, Volbelven's soldiers had little to experience attacking another town. But despite the tough fight, Volbelven prevailed, and now Kavik had demonstrated the power that she wielded. After the conquest, different groups in the army were formed, the shock troopers were labeled with the bear, ranged troops with the eagle, the spies and sneakier troops with the fox. Priests would often bless weapons before battles, integrating the military and religion. Kavik turned the small militia of a town into an army of zealots, ready to fight and die for Volbelven and their Queen-Priestess.

A scout entered the hall, breathing heavily: "My Queen, I saw something out there." Kavik turned the scout, looking down from her throne, raising an eyebrow. The scout continued: "It looked like a bird, but much larger, and it didn't flap it's wings." Kavik knew what they were talking about, a plane. She knew from her reading that a great village, larger than anything in Volbelven existed out west, and long ago they swept through the land, but didn't bother Volbelven much. Russia maybe? Her brow furrowed at these thoughts and her mind filled with questions. Who were these people? Why were they here? Most importantly, were they hostile?

Achain

Post by United front of texas suppressed by Achain.

United front of texas

Operation Trident: Part One

Location: Twelve nautical miles off of Bonaires eastern coast

Date: November/01/2010

Manpower: 1,000 strong force consisting of 500 regular Army infantry, 500 UFT marines, and 20 undocumented UFTSS (United Front of Texas Special Sappers).

Naval craft: One UFT retrofitted cargo ship fitted with four AA cannons atop its main bridge and cabins for infantry.

Along with a medium class UFT Navy Patrol vessel equipped with SAM launcher and AP heavy machine guns.

Objectives: Search island for storage depots consisting of oil, munitions, medical supplies, and anything of value to the UFT.

Rules of engagement: No firing unless fired upon, once fired upon there are no rules of engagement.

Leadership: Captain Philips of the UFTS Handyman medium patrol frigate and his command crew. Along with civilian Captain Marks of the cargo ship The Spirt.
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Private Miller was laying in his bunk listening to his friends playing poker below him as he started to doze off, just as he closed his eyes he heard a sharp yell and everyone around him stood at attention. Miller scrambled from his bunk and stood at attention as the naval officer strode into their cabin. He looked at the raggedy group of enlisted Army privates and chuckled, “Listen up. I know you ground pounders think you’re the best thing since sliced bread, but you’re not. Out here on the seas only those with half a brain and the right stuff survive. We’re twelve miles out from the island and frankly I can’t wait for you to be off this ship, you’re a stench I can only hope will dissipate once this operation is over with. Remember that next time one of you grunts steal an officers coffee ration from the officers hall!”

As the naval officer briskly walked out of their cabin he threw an unhappy face behind him and walked down the cramped hall of the UFTS Handyman. As the group of privates relaxed the youngest of the group, a north Texan named Jessie spat out, “Man I tell ya, these navy jockeys wouldn’t survive a day in the Army!”
The oldest of the group, a middle aged man named Bill cuffed Jessie’s head and replied, “Shut up kid, you want to be overheard and have us all on kitchen duty the whole ride back home?”

As Miller was about to climb back up into his bunk their squad lead Sergeant Jackson walked into their cabin and sat on one of the lower bunks before speaking, “Ok guys gather up, orders have just been sent down the line. We’ll be landing on Bonaire at exactly 0500 tomorrow, just before full sunrise. There will be four platoons, two on each side of the landing zone here on this beachhead.”
Sergeant Jackson pointed on a map he had unfolded on his lap and traced his finger along the hand drawn battle plans as he spoke, “Able and Bravo will be on the left, Charlie and us Delta will be on the right. Now the good news is our side of the beachhead has some rocks so we’ll have cover if things go bad, but that also means the motor teams will be deploying with us- so expect enemy fire to be concentrated on our position.”

Before Jackson could continue his debrief Miller interjected with, “Excuse me sir, but we were told this would be an easy assignment. That the islanders have been cut off from the outside world and won’t be expecting our troops?”
Jackson looked at Miller and nodded as he continued, “Yeah I was too, but now thermal images are showing some humanoid forms moving along the beachhead just within the forest. Command couldn’t figure out if they are hostile or not, but we should be prepared just in case ok?”
The group of men nodded as Jackson finished, “Command thinks four platoons should be more than enough to control this small island, or at least be enough manpower to hold off any hostiles if need be. If things get really bad we have two Patton’s on the Cargo ship ready to deploy via barge if need be. Let’s hope we won’t need em, now get some sleep and check your gear. We move out in eight hours.”

As Sergeant Jackson left the room the group of privates started to go about preparing their gear and Miller sighed, “Is it too much to ask for a measly nap?”
Their squad support gunner Private Smith smiled at Miller and replied, “Sleep when you’re dead, we’re about to see the real deal!”
With that the group went to their own thoughts as they prepared.
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Captain Phillips was in the command bridge looking over the plans for Operation Trident he had laid out on the central table as one of his crew walked in and saluted him. He saluted back and said, “At ease son, do you know why I called you up here?” The young officer shook his head and stood at parade rest. Phillips continued, “The troops we’ll be sending out will be split between the Army boys and the Marines. I have no doubt in both groups abilities to accomplish their objectives, however there is one thing I want. I want a naval officer on the ground helping the attack and occupation of possible depot zones. To be frank, I need an officer I can trust to relay constant updates to me and the tactical crew, a man I know won’t be urged to think his respective group can win it all on their own.”

The young officer replied, “I would be honored to be your personal liaison sir, once they’ve established a beach head I’ll make sure to-“ Before he could finish Captain Phillips interrupted him, “No son that’s not what I meant, I need you ON the beach. I need you there from the start, relaying important information and helping the assault if need be. Understood? Good! Dismissed.”
The young officer opened his mouth to protest but knew better than to go against direct orders, he saluted the captain one last time and quickly walked out of the room. As he walked towards his cabin he frowned.
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Miller was sound asleep when a sudden ringing alarm went off and a loud voice was speaking over head, “All crew. All crew. Man your battle stations. I repeat, man your battle stations. Incoming missiles, brace, brace, brace.”
Miller fell out of his bunk as the ship suddenly lurched to one side, he landed on Jessie who had also fallen and the two groaned. He looked up from his position on the floor and saw Bill throwing on his fatigues as he yelled, “Get up guys, we’ve been hit! Gear up and head up top to the landing craft!”
Miller scrambled to his feet and leaned out the hatches doorway to grab one of the sailors running by, “Hey buddy, are we hit? Is this ship sinking?”
The young sailor looked confused for a moment but replied, “No! Our Phalanx intercepted the first two missiles but who knows how many more are inbound. Get yourselves top deck ASAP!”

The group of five quickly threw on their gear and not one of them forgot their life vests as they all checked each others gear. Within five minutes they were all geared up and ran in single file down the cramped halls to the stairs leading up. Miller was the first up the stairs and what he saw puzzled him in the moment, tracer rounds were arching high into the night sky as the large Phalanx gun spat hot lead in an almost laser like fashion into the darkness. A moment later Miller saw an orange and white explosion in the sky as the large guns rounds hit their target, that was missile three. Jessie pushed Miller forward as the group rushed from behind him and he snapped out of it. He looked around and saw that some of the ships crew were manning 50’s while others carried ammo to and fro.

As the group of privates squatted in near panic Sergeant Jackson walked by and looked at them with a sick grin on his stubbled face. He grabbed Jessie by the strap of his tac vest and pulled him to his feet as he started yelling, “Up on your feet soldiers! Notice how none of these sailors are shooting? That means no direct contact with enemy, just those missiles! Get your freshly powdered rear ends to the landing raft, this op begins now!”

Achain and Roulix

Post by United front of texas suppressed by Achain.

United front of texas

Operation Trident: Part Two

Location: Twelve nautical miles off of Bonaires eastern coast

Date: November/01/2010

Manpower: 1,000 strong force consisting of 500 regular Army infantry, 500 UFT marines, and 20 undocumented UFTSS (United Front of Texas Special Sappers).

Naval craft: One UFT retrofitted cargo ship fitted with four AA cannons atop its main bridge and cabins for infantry.

Along with a medium class UFT Navy Patrol vessel equipped with SAM launcher and AP heavy machine guns.

Objectives: Search island for storage depots consisting of oil, munitions, medical supplies, and anything of value to the UFT.

Rules of engagement: No firing unless fired upon, once fired upon there are no rules of engagement.

Leadership: Captain Philips of the UFTS Handyman medium patrol frigate and his command crew. Along with civilian Captain Marks of the cargo ship The Spirt.
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The group of five followed Sergeant Jackson down the deck a few yards where some rope netting was hanging off the side of the ship. Miller looked down over the railing and saw a landing craft full of soldiers with a few still climbing down the ropes. Jackson looked back at his squad and quickly said, “Alright boys you know the plan. Next landing craft is our ride off this rust bucket! Over the side in a calm fashion, remember our training! Here it comes, Bill you’re first!”

As Private Bill awkwardly climbed over the railing and down to the landing craft, a few more squads of soldiers lined up behind Miller’s squad and he suddenly felt rushed. After his squad mates had gone over the railing Sergeant Jackson nodded to Miller and motioned for him to go down. As soon as Miller had gotten one leg over the rail he heard panicked yelling as everyone looked up. Another set of two missiles had come streaking from the island and right after hitting one, the automated Phalanx gun must have run out of ammo- because it suddenly stopped firing. Miller thought he saw a small orange flame in the night sky as Jackson grabbed onto him and pushed them over the edge.

In an instant so much happened, it was almost like it was in slow motion. As he was falling Miller saw a bright flash and a sudden heat wave as a large explosion engulfed the men that were standing behind him. He saw large chunks of the ships metal body rip apart as they shot in every direction, one small piece ripping into his arm with a searing hot pain.
Before he knew what had happened, he crashed into the men below and had the wind knocked out of him. He looked up with stars in his eyes and saw the large smoke cloud drifting up into the night sky as yellow flames danced above him on the ships deck.

“Get off me Miller!”, Sergeant Jackson grumbled as he pushed Miller aside and quickly stood. The gruff man looked back at the UFTS Handyman as their landing craft sputtered away and sighed, “God have mercy on their souls, I hope some of them make it out alive.”
As he finished his sentence the Handyman suddenly let out a long sigh of smoke as suddenly a secondary explosion rocked the ship, the blast wave smacking their small landing craft. A moment later the Handyman shuttered as it started to quickly sink below the water. Jessie looked at Miller with sadness in his eyes and asked, “Now what?”
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Just a few minutes before the missile struck his ship Captain Phillips had ordered a full abandon ship order, he and his command staff had gotten onto a small life boat and pushed off just as the explosion overhead happened. In an instant he saw years of his life go up in a mighty flash of light as he watched his command deck get hit directly by the enemy missile. He watched in horror as a sailor fell overboard, engulfed in flames.
Captain Philips looked over to the young man driving their boat and ordered, “Get us over to The Spirit ASAP!”
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After getting to The Spirit through waters filled with debris and more bodies than he wanted to see, Captain Philips walked briskly into the ships command deck and nodded to Captain Marks. He pointed out the window and spat, “What in Gods name was THAT? Why haven’t you deployed rescue parties? Why isn’t this ship being targeted at this very moment! Someone answer me!”
Captain Marks stuttered out his reply, “S-sorry Captain, the rescue life boats are b-being deployed at the m-moment! As for why w-we haven’t been fired upon, I don’t k-know sir.”
Captain Philips looked at the pale faced man and remembered he was just a civilian, his anger withered as he spoke calmly, “Captain Marks I hereby require your command deck and crew for the completion of this United Front of Texas government sanctioned operation. Your efforts have been noted and I wish for you to aid me in my mission.”
Captain Marks blinked once and nodded as he replied, “Yes of course, the w-wheel’s yours Captain Philips.”

Captain Philips nodded and spoke with all the authority he could muster, “Listen up! If you feel like you can’t properly do your job, please leave the bridge. I won’t judge you if you’re not cut out for this, but if you stay you will be expected to follow my orders to the letter. Now then, how’s the rescue boats doing?”
A young sailor from the Handyman spoke up, “Sir, the life boats are filling up as we speak. Reports on the radio and by eye confirm there are many injured men in the waters, as well as oil from the Handyman.”
Captain Philips nodded and replied to the young sailor, “Any reports on how many soldiers made it to the landing craft in time?”

The young sailor picked up a piece of paper and read aloud, “25 of the 50 landing craft have reported safe departure from the ship before the missile strike. Only 20 of them are troop transports, 3 supply haulers, and the two tanks from The Spirit.”
Captain Philips could feel the room suddenly go silent as everyone realized how many men had been lost, how the whole operation had been jeopardized. He took a deep breath and looked out the window for a moment before giving the order, “Have the assault troops commence the attack, it’s a few hours before sunrise but they’ll have to make do. Make sure the rescue boats keep bringing men in as well.”

It took a moment for the crew to snap out of it before they rushed to relay the information and orders, many in a daze as they thought of the unfolding events. Captain Philips sat in the worn out captains chair and sighed, had he just doomed more men to a pointless death?
Captain Marks walked to Captain Philips side and spoke in a low voice, “Do you think that’s the right thing to do? Go forward with the plan?”
Captain Philips didn’t look from the burning hull of what was his ship and frankly replied, “And waste all those lives? Lives of good men, loyal men, heck even men who were closer to just boys? No. The plan goes on, I just prey I’ve made the right decision.”
Captain Marks looked at the fires lights cut deep shadows into Philips rugged face and simply backed away, the dice had been tossed.

Achain and Roulix

Post by United front of texas suppressed by Achain.

United front of texas

Operation Trident: Part Three

Location: One nautical mile off of Bonaires eastern coast

Date: November/02/2010

Manpower: 1,000 strong force consisting of 500 regular Army infantry, 500 UFT marines, and 20 undocumented UFTSS (United Front of Texas Special Sappers).

(Now just 50(?) assault troops of mixed branches)

Naval craft: One UFT retrofitted cargo ship fitted with four AA cannons atop its main bridge and cabins for infantry.

Along with a medium class UFT Navy Patrol vessel equipped with SAM launcher and AP heavy machine guns. (Sunk)

Objectives: Search island for storage depots consisting of oil, munitions, medical supplies, and anything of value to the UFT.

Rules of engagement: No firing unless fired upon, once fired upon there are no rules of engagement.

Leadership: Captain Philips of the UFTS Handyman medium patrol frigate and his command crew. Along with civilian Captain Marks of the cargo ship The Spirt.
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Miller jerked awake as another salty wave of cold water splashed over the metal walls around him and he spat. He knew some of the landing craft were just wooden boats or semi armored small barges, but at least they had roofs! Miller and his squad along with another squad of marines had been hurriedly packed into their transport rather than in separate boats as planned.

As their transport bounced over another wave he heard someone behind him throw up and he looked back. He didn’t bother with whoever was barfing, he looked back at the flaming remains of the Handyman, somehow still afloat in the distance. Miller spoke aloud to anyone listening, “I can’t believe we survived all that just to be sent to our deaths! Why would they give the order to attack?”
Sergeant Jackson yelled over the sounds of the waves hitting their boat, “Because Private, we are ground pounders! We were trained to fight and by God we will fight!”

A soaked Private Jessie leaned over to Miller and replied, “It’s because if we don’t attack we’ll go back home empty handed AND with casualties. This sucks, but at least it makes sense- from a certain point of view. Five bucks Jackson doesn’t make it to sunrise, crazy geezer won’t make it.”
Private Bill spoke up in reply, “I’ll take that bet!” The two shook hands as the boats driver yelled out, “Two minutes! Two minutes! Remember, low and fast boys!”

Two minutes and fifteen seconds later the group of soldiers lurched forward as their transport ran aground and they held their breath as the large metal ramp in front of them slammed down. Miller didn’t dare take his eyes off the back of Sergeant Jackson’s kevlar helmet as they all rushed out onto the sandy beaches of Bonaire.
Once he did look up to his surroundings he was shocked to see what he saw. Instead of the bullet riddled bodies of his fellow countrymen, he saw horribly torn apart bodies of what seemed to be natives scattered everywhere.

Bill nudged a disconnected arm with his boot and whistled as Jackson barked out orders, “Alright that’s enough gawking! Spread out and get in defensive positions! Keep an eye out for hostiles and check your gear, we’ll need to conserve our supplies until the second wave gets here in twenty mikes.”
Miller sat on a water logged tree trunk and started to take account of what gear he had on his person as Jackson cleared his throat and said, “Miller and Jessie with me, we’re going further ahead to scout for enemies or traps. The rest of you, I expect to see you in position here behind these rocks when I return!”

As Miller stood he saw Jessie walk up to Jackson and state, “Sir, I lost my SAW in the chaos. How am I supposed to help scout without a weapon?”
Jackson unholstered his Beretta pistol and handed it to Jessie, “I expect that back when you find yourself a proper firearm.”
Miller held in a chuckle as he saw Jessie fall in line behind Jackson and chirped in, “Nice try kid.”
Jessie flipped Miller off and looked around them in the darkness as they stepped from white sand to jungle floor.
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After what seemed like hours of blindly walking in the dark, the group of three came across something none of them expected, a line of pure white bungalows leading to a central building of tropical design. Sergeant Jackson kneeled as he looked at his small map in his hands and whispered, “Yeah this is about right, we’re fifteen minutes from the beach at a small tourist hotel. Thermal imaging from one of the drones saw possible hostiles moving around here yesterday, looks abandoned now. Let’s check out the main building and then report our findings.”

Jessie and Miller exchanged a worried look as they followed Jackson slowly to a set of large glass doors leading into the main hotel building. Jackson gently tugged on one of the doors handles and sighed as it silently swung open. The gruff man slowly walked into the dark building with his M4 pointed ahead and Miller followed, Jessie was told to watch the door just in case.
Miller leaned closer to Jackson and whispered, “I don’t like this Sarg, you said the drone saw something here- so where is everyone? It’s too quiet.”
Sargent Jackson whispered his reply, “I don’t know Miller, in the briefing it was stated that by now we should have seen islanders by now. Keep your head on a swivel, we’re going up stairs.”

Miller kept his M4 at a low ready as he slowly followed Jackson up the dusty stairs to the second floor and watched behind them. Jackson stopped just short of the final steps and motioned with this hand that he heard something ahead. Miller heard Jackson switch his rifles selector to full auto and the same just in case, Jackson continued up and off the staircase.
Once Miller and Jackson were both off the stairs Jackson pointed at a nearby wooden door and motioned with his hand that they were going to breach it. Miller stacked up on the other side of the doorway from Jackson and nodded to him that he was ready.

Jackson quickly took a step back and firmly kicked the flimsy door inward as it popped off one of its hinges, the two men instantly flowed into the room and shown their mounted flashlights over a typical hotel room. A nicely made bed with a couple chocolates on the pillows, a dresser, a flatscreen television, and a glass sliding door leading to a balcony.
Jackson checked the small bathroom and then sat heavily on the beds pristine white blanket as he sighed, “I’m getting too old for this spooky crap. Where is everyone? We were told that even if we didn’t take fire on the beach, that this hotel would be the most likely place for a command post or even just a supply depot.”
Miller picked up a small business card with the hotels name and number printed on it and replied, “I’m not sure sir, but whoever was here last sure weren’t in a hurry.”

Achain and Roulix

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United front of texas

Operation Trident: Part Four

Location: One mile inland of Bonaire, Tropical Paradise hotel.

Date: November/02/2010

Manpower: 1,000 strong force consisting of 500 regular Army infantry, 500 UFT marines, and 20 undocumented UFTSS (United Front of Texas Special Sappers).

(Now just 50(?) assault troops of mixed branches)

Naval craft: One UFT retrofitted cargo ship fitted with four AA cannons atop its main bridge and cabins for infantry.

Along with a medium class UFT Navy Patrol vessel equipped with SAM launcher and AP heavy machine guns. (Sunk)

Objectives: Search island for storage depots consisting of oil, munitions, medical supplies, and anything of value to the UFT.

Rules of engagement: No firing unless fired upon, once fired upon there are no rules of engagement.

Leadership: Captain Philips of the UFTS Handyman medium patrol frigate and his command crew. Along with civilian Captain Marks of the cargo ship The Spirt.
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Sergeant Jackson walked briskly from the makeshift command post within the hotels lobby and looked down at Private Jessie with disgust. The red haired young man was lounging on a deck chair beside the hotels now dirty pool and he had a pair of cheap plastic shades on, shades he most likely found in the hotels gift shop.
Jessie glanced up from his nap and saw Jackson, he scrambled to his feet and saluted smartly as he mumbled, “Sorry sir, just working on my tan.”
Jackson frowned and replied, “This is still an active area that could be attacked at any moment. How about you stop trying to tan your pale hide and take up a patrol shift? We’re short handed and need all the eyes we can get. Now!”
Private Jessie threw on his helmet and jogged towards the hotels lobby, no doubt to get orders on where to go.
Jackson looked up to the new days sun as it slowly worked its way up behind the horizon. The temperature at night wasn’t too bad, but the day was quickly growing hotter and more humid as the minutes passed. He wiped some sweat from his brow and started his brisk walk back to the beach where the supply boats should be.

After a short walk through the jungle on a dirt path, Jackson watched the ocean come into view and then the beach. Just as he had suspected the boats with all the needed supplies were having their contents unloaded onto the beach by sailors and regular infantry as well. Jackson walked up to Private Miller who was watching from the sideline with his rifle slung over his shoulder and drug him over to a pile of cardboard boxes. As he found what he was looking for and piled the boxes into Miller arms Jackson spoke, “This is the only resupply we’ll be getting for a while, so take these boxes of ammo and MRE’s to the squads hut. Tell any NCO’s you see on the way that the supplies are here, go on.”

Miller nodded and walked away towards the hotel as a sailor walked up to Jackson and saluted. The young man reported, “We lost more than 65% of the attacking force so you guys should be able to make these supplies last pretty long. On The Spirit there is a massive make shift med bay in the cargo hold so unfortunately these boxes are pretty light on critical medical goods. Don’t worry though, we left enough behind for you guys to use in an emergency- off the books.”
Sergeant Jackson sighed, “Yeah thanks, any news on when an actual CO will be coming? All this command stuff is way above my pay grade.”
The young sailor shook his head but handed Jackson a heavy box as he replied, “Sorry no info on that, but the captain sent this long range radio set, just hook it up to the hotels satellite dish on the roof and you’ll be able to talk to the ship directly. Good luck.” With that the sailor walked away back to his duties and Jackson huffed, it’s going to be a long day.
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Three hours later and a growing headache in his head, Jackson finally got the radio set up in the hotels now fortified lobby. As Jackson looked around at all the sandbag covered windows and the large set of glass doors leading outside that now were also covered with sandbags at the half open position, the radioman sitting at the lobby’s main desk nodded as he listened to a message. The scruffy man spoke to Jackson as he pressed an ear piece to his head, “Captain Philips has ordered a full stop to any advances further inland. We are to hold this position until the drone can locate where those anti shop missiles came from. The acting highest rank officer is to set up a perimeter around what is now being called FOB Paradise and await further orders. Your reply sir?”
Jackson rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed, “Rog, will follow given orders and await further instruction.”
As the radio operator relayed the message Jackson walked out of the lobby’s back door and stood next to the dirty pool.

As Jackson stared into the pools greenish dirty waters, Miller walked up to him and reported in. “Sir, the perimeter is set up as you ordered and there are squads pulling sentry duty on the four corners of the property, with two squads and the only 50 up on the roof.”, the young man reported.
Jackson waited a moment and replied, “Good job son, keep this up and you’re on your way to a promotion for outstanding actions. Well outstanding considering the circumstances.”
Miller grinned and nodded. He pointed towards the hotel and said, “One other thing sir, about a block up the front road a scouting party found a house with empty munition boxes in it. They couldn’t read the Russian writing but they could make out that it’s likely the boxes contained missiles of some sort. Oh and the year 1999 was printed on the boxes.”

Jackson rubbed his chin and after a moment of thinking replied, “Listen closely Miller. I want you, Jessie, Bill, and Conner from the marines to head up to that area and investigate the surrounding jungle for anything out of place.”
Miller nodded but asked, “Why the marine Conner?”
Jackson looked up at the blue sky and mumbled, “He’s the only EOD specialist that made it.”
Miller was confused as to why they would need a bomb boy but nodded and quickly went to gather the men.

After gathering the men and needed supplies, the group of four stood at the hotels front gates and checked their weapons. Jessie complained out loud, “Man I signed up to carry the big guns! Not these M4s? I’m supposed to be a support gunner, not a scout.”
Sergeant Conner checked his rifles magazine and replied, “Stop complaining Private, you’ll get yourself a brand new MG soon I’m sure. Just be happy you have more than a pistol now.”
The group of men laughed because ever since everyone had seen Jessie walking around with just an old Beretta in his hand when they had first gotten to the hotel, he had become a sort of joke.

Conner whistled for the men to follow him and they started their walk up the road.

Achain and Roulix

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United front of texas

Operation Trident: Part Five

Location: One mile inland of Bonaire, Tropical Paradise hotel.

Date: November/02/2010

Manpower: 1,000 strong force consisting of 500 regular Army infantry, 500 UFT marines, and 20 undocumented UFTSS (United Front of Texas Special Sappers).

(Now just 50(?) assault troops of mixed branches)

Naval craft: One UFT retrofitted cargo ship fitted with four AA cannons atop its main bridge and cabins for infantry.

Along with a medium class UFT Navy Patrol vessel equipped with SAM launcher and AP heavy machine guns. (Sunk)

Objectives: Search island for storage depots consisting of oil, munitions, medical supplies, and anything of value to the UFT.

Rules of engagement: No firing unless fired upon, once fired upon there are no rules of engagement.

Leadership: Captain Philips of the UFTS Handyman medium patrol frigate and his command crew. Along with civilian Captain Marks of the cargo ship The Spirt.
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As the scouting squad took their time walking up the worn out road, Miller asked a question that had been bugging him. He spoke up and said, “Hey Sergeant Conner, if you and Jackson are the only NCO’s on this island... Shouldn’t you be back at FOB Paradise leading the men with Jackson?”
Conner chuckled and looked around as he replied, “That makes more sense right? Unfortunately for me I’m also the only guy left with EOD experience. So if the house up there has any active bombs or missiles, I’m the only one who can disarm them safely.”
Jessie piped in as he chewed on an unlit cigarette, “So basically we’re the poor sobs who got sent on bomb duty?”
Bill chuckled and replied, “That’s right Jessie, once again you’re right on the money with your powers of observation.”
As the men all chuckled at Bills joke Jessie huffed and spat out his cigarette.

A few minutes later they finally made it to the reported house and scanned the outside surroundings. It was a simple house with few windows and a termite riddled wooden door, nothing special. As the men walked inside they found the large wooden boxes they were looking for and Conner went about his EOD check list. As Conner was looking around the main living room where the empty boxes were, Miller stepped outside through the back door and looked around. No backyard to speak of, just more jungle growing right up to the small back deck. Miller was about to go back inside when something odd caught his eye, he could have sworn he saw a human face in the bushes a few feet away from him. He brought up his rifle and shouted out, “You there! Hands up! Up! Uh... how do you say hands up in Spanish?”

Sergeant Conner walked up to Miller’s side and replied, “manos arriba.” The Sergeant walked down the decks short stairs and started to search the bushes. Miller followed suite and kept his rifle trained on the face he now saw was painted dark green and black like the jungle. It wasn’t until Conner nudged the body with his rifle barrel that Miller saw the now dead man had been leaning against a tree behind the bushes. His stomach was torn open and his left foot was completely missing. Conner squatted down and spoke as he inspected the dead soldier, “Looks like a South American to me, albeit slightly more pale. Look here at his stomach tissue, bite marks. I’m no professional but this body can’t be more than a day old, he was for sure part of the group that attacked our ship.”
Miller saw something poking out from some dead leaves next to the body and picked it up, it was a hand held missile launcher- and judging from the Russian written on its side, it belonged to the boxes they had found.

Conner looked around them and spotted drag marks leading into the jungle. “How much you wanna bet we’ll find another body and missile launcher if we follow that trail?” Miller nodded and double checked his rifle, now he was spooked. Just twenty yards further into the jungle the pair found what they were looking for. This time instead of a body, they found just an arm and what was left of lower torso. A few yards away from the scene they found another missile launcher forgotten on the jungle floor and scooped it up.

As the two soldiers walked back into the old house they found Jessie taking a nap on an old couch and Bill flipping through an old magazine he had found somewhere. The two shot up and grabbed their rifles when they heard the back door open but both relaxed when they saw who it was. Miller threw the launchers on the living room coffee table and Conner looked at some pictures he had taken of the bodies, or what was left of them.
Jessie yawned and asked, “So I’m guessing these are the things that sunk the Handyman? What about their operators?”
Miller quietly responded, “Not much left of them. No written identification on their persons and no dog tags, heck they might have just been some local farmers turned soldier.” Jessie sat in shocked silence as he looked over the missile launchers and Bill chimed in, “So what now? We take these launchers back to Jackson and say the remaining ship is safe now?”
Sergeant Conner straightend his field cap and stated, “Close, we’re going back and reporting exactly what we found. Jackson and I will talk to the higher ups on The Spirit and they’ll decide what actions to take. Come on, it’s almost night time.”
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On their walk back they were forced to stop for Jessie who had to relieve himself. While they waited on the road for him to finish Miller looked over to Bill and joked, “Man what’s taking him so long? Is it burning down there or something?”
Bill spat and laughed in reply, “I told him not to sleep with that chick in Galveston before we shipped off!”
Sergeant Conner found it less funny and ignored the two. After five minutes Conner got impatient and told the pair of privates to watch the road while he went to check on Jessie.

After Conner was far enough into the jungle Bill squatted down and sighed, “Jessie always takes his time. Kid doesn’t have a hurried bone in his body.”
As Miller opened his mouth to reply they heard an ear cracking screech come from the jungle and both men pointed their rifles where Conner and Jessie had disappeared to. They heard a branch crack and Miller almost let loose a hail of lead when at the last moment he saw it was just Conner and Jessie quickly walking back to the road. Conner had lost his field cap and Jessie had what seemed to be water stains on his pants as the pair excited the jungle in a hurry.
Sergeant Conner looked around them in the dimming light and ordered, “Back to the hotel now! I don’t know what that was and frankly I don’t want to know!”
The group of four all took off at a dead sprint down the road as they heard more screeches come from the jungle surrounding them.
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They came running up to the hotels gates and banged on them. “Let us in! This is Sergeant Conner with the scouting party sent out about an hour ago! Hey!”
From within they heard a metal latch unlock and the metal gates slowly opened as a young marine eyed them. As the group filed in Conner yelled behind him as he walked toward the hotel, “Lock that gate and let no one in unless they’re one of ours! Tell the 50 up on the roof to focus on the gate as well!”

As the group rushed to the hotels lobby they found it boarded up tight with lots of sandbags and make shift defenses set up. Conner found Jackson looking at a pinned up map and quickly saluted his fellow NCO before speaking, “Jackson, something is coming this way and it has friends. We found dead soldiers along with some hand held missile launchers at that house up the road and they looked like the body parts on the beach did. I don’t know where the enemy soldiers are, but I suspect they weren’t the only ones living on this island.”

Sergeant Jackson calmly looked away from his map and handed Sergeant Conner a small book. Jackson sighed and said, “Another scouting party found this diary on what was left of a solider further down the beach from where we landed. Seems a few months ago they had an outbreak of some unknown sickness that horribly deforms it’s victims, I’m willing to bet it’s mutants. How could we not see this coming? The thermal images we were shown should have picked up the fact the humanoids moving on the island didn’t have weapons or any organized structure.”
Conner sat down in a folding chair as he flipped through the small book. Jackson continued, “The last log from the soldier was dated yesterday about an hour before the missile attacks.”
Conner read aloud what he was reading, “The sick ones have taken the capital and now we hear they are heading to this location. Our commander insists that the rumors are fake and that we should focus on the unknown ships off the shore, but then how does that explain the radio silence? I saw the real soldiers loading their missile launchers, ready to sink any ship that gets too close to our home amongst the seas. I don’t agree with these tactics, but so far they have kept us safe from the chaos of the outside world.”

Conner took a moment to look up and then continued, “We heard the last missiles fly off to the East, I am saddened I couldn’t see their mighty explosions should they hit their target. My whole group was ordered to prepare some fishing boats on the beach but the reason was odd. Our commander told us we were to go out and scavenge anything from the ships, but we’ve never done that before?”

Conner took a deep breath and finished, “This will be my last entry I suspect, they are close now. We heard gunfire and the unmistakable screeches of the sick ones further up the road towards the abandoned house. I remember growing up nearby and seeing Mr. Rodriguez sitting on his front porch, what an odd thing to remember at a time like this? Anyway, I guess the rumors were right. We had a truck full of injured soldiers come down to the beach and the driver was hysterical. He told us of how he had been running away from the sick ones and that our boats were the only hope. My squad all agreed and now we are waiting for our commander to return from the hotel with the hand held radio set, I hope he hurries- the sick ones get worse at night. My name is Jesus Elmanto, tell my mama and papa I love them.”

Sergeant Conner looked up at the group of men around him and his face turned pale. “What exactly did we get ourselves into?”
Jackson checked his M4’s ACOG optic and replied, “Hell.”

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United front of texas

Operation Trident: Part Six

Location: One mile inland of Bonaire, Tropical Paradise hotel.

Date: November/02/2010

Manpower: 1,000 strong force consisting of 500 regular Army infantry, 500 UFT marines, and 20 undocumented UFTSS (United Front of Texas Special Sappers).

(Now just 50(?) assault troops of mixed branches)

Naval craft: One UFT retrofitted cargo ship fitted with four AA cannons atop its main bridge and cabins for infantry.

Along with a medium class UFT Navy Patrol vessel equipped with SAM launcher and AP heavy machine guns. (Sunk)

Objectives: Search island for storage depots consisting of oil, munitions, medical supplies, and anything of value to the UFT.

Rules of engagement: No firing unless fired upon, once fired upon there are no rules of engagement.

Leadership: Captain Philips of the UFTS Handyman medium patrol frigate and his command crew. Along with civilian Captain Marks of the cargo ship The Spirt.
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“Get that MG positioned looking directly at that gate! Get an ammo runner for when things get heavy as well! You, yes you marine! Get The Spirit on the horn and tell me when they have Captain Philips woken up. You, you, and you run down to the lobby and grab a box each of frags. If those gates get breached I want you to start raining grenades down like they’re hot cakes.” Sergeant Jackson loudly ordered as the chaos of men preparing for battle swarmed around him.

He pointed at Miller and loudly ordered, “Miller I want you and the two lead heads to run back down to the beach and grab that mortar we saw laying on the floor of the supply boat. With any luck it ain’t damaged, go!”
Jackson then motioned for Sergeant Conner to get closer and he whispered in the mans ear, “I want you to take three of your best men and set up those claymores we brought around the back side of the hotels wall. Use that abandoned truck by the last bungalow and block the rear gate when you’re done. Do not let our flank get penetrated. We’re all counting on you.”
Sergeant Conner nodded and ran off to grab his men.

Sergeant Jackson watched his men get set up in their positions and as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon he kneeled down below the half wall of sandbags they had set up on the hotels second story roof. He keyed his radio and calmly said, “Remember squad leads, no one fires until I give the command. Strict noise discipline and no flashlights.”
Jackson looked over to the G.I looking through a pair of thermal binoculars who was seated next to him and asked, “See anything son?”
“Nothing yet sir, some birds and remaining light from the sun but I don’t see any-“, the young man said.
The soldier adjusted his binoculars before continuing, “Oh my God.”

Jackson waited for a proper report and when none came he snatched the binoculars from the soldiers hands and looked out beyond the wall surrounding the hotel. What he saw horrified him. Hundreds of semi humanoid creatures were haphazardly running through the jungle directly in their direction. Through the thermal imagery he was able to see how they ran almost in one large alive wave, some getting trampled by the others when they fell.
Jackson put down the binoculars and keyed his radio set, “New orders squad leads. Open fire at will, if you see one of those things trying to scale the wall you end it.”
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Meanwhile down at the beach behind the hotel, Miller and Bill were still going through the left over boxes in the supply boat when they suddenly heard a single shot rang out. Jessie perked his ears up from his position up on the boats slightly raised drivers position and looked in the direction of the hotel. “I wonder if they made contact?” The young man muttered.
Just then the sounds of dozens of rifles and a heavy machine gun firing pierced the silent night and Jessie brought his rifle up to aim his thermal optic into the dark jungle.

As Miller and Bill doubled their search efforts in the medium sized boats cargo hold, Jessie scanned the surrounding jungle and cursed to himself. He looked down at them and loudly said, “Guys we got trouble! Enemy contact swarming the hotel and some of them are coming this way!”
Miller looked up for a moment and yelled back, “Well then hold them off! We only have a few more crates to search!”
As Miller went back to helping Bill pry open a large pine wood box he heard the sounds of an M4 in semi auto popping overhead. Jessie was taking his time with shooting at the quickly advancing forms he saw running towards him and quickly noticed that torso shots didn’t seem to even slow them down. He tried his hardest to take deep breaths and get head shots after the first two forms went down in the Jungle but as the last three of the group broke from the jungle onto the sandy beach he switched his rifle to full auto and started taking less precise shots.

Just as Jessie thought the last three would get to him and kill him, he heard a yell from below and glanced down. There at his feet Bill was holding out an M240B squad support weapon, fully loaded and ready to go. Jessie almost cried as he picked up the hefty gun and let loose a couple dozen rounds in the general direction of the three mutants. He completely missed the first enemy but luckily the other two weren’t so lucky. They jerked and went down easily as the last mutant came within five yards of the boat. Before Jessie could pull the trigger and finish the mutant off, Bill came up from the cargo hold and fired a single shell from the shotgun in his hands, almost tearing the mutant apart in the process. He looked back at Jessie and grinned as he racked in another shell.
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As the three men ran up to the rear door of the hotel complex’s outer wall, they noticed it was closed and seemed not to budge. Miller banged on the metal doors and yelled, “Hey let us in! Friendlies!”
From within they could hear more gunfire and some small explosions most likely from grenades.
Miller tried kicking the large metal doors open but after two failed attempts he gave up.
Jessie looked around nervously as he stated, “Look guys, I don’t wanna die out here. If the doors ain’t opening, I say we go back to the boat and push off- better offshore in my opinion.”
Bill lit a cigarette between his lips and replied, “They know we’re out here, Jackson sent us to the beach for peat sake.”
Meanwhile Miller squatted next to the metal doors and sighed in frustration.
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Sergeant Jackson cursed as his rifle ran dry, he reached for another mag from his plate carriers mag pouches and found them empty. The gruff man yelled aloud, “Anyone got an extra mag? I’m empty!”
As a young man next to him handed Jackson an M4 magazine he looked down at the front gates and cursed again. The freaks outside hadn’t breached the gates yet, but he knew it would happen eventually. He even had some of his men stack some extra sandbags in front of the gates to help brace them, but the old rusted hinges simply couldn’t take much more.

He was about to begin firing down onto the ever growing hoard of mutants below when a soldier called his name from behind him. Jackson turned around and saw one of the soldiers he had stationed at the hotels rear gate.
The young man quickly said, “Sir, some men are at the back gate but if we move the wrecked truck we’re afraid the mutants may get in.”

Jackson quickly yelled in reply, “For Gods sake let them in! They should have a mortar as well, get that set up as soon as they’re in and fire outside the front wall!”
Before the soldier could reply, Jackson turned back to the threat at the front gate and opened fire with his M4 rifle.
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Miller almost cried when he saw the metal gates start to slowly open, from inside three soldiers from some other platoon ushered them through the doors quickly. He looked around with the mortar on his shoulder and yelled over the unending gunfire, “Where do you want this set up?”
“The sarg said anywhere, just rain fire on the front wall!”, one of the soldier said in reply.
Miller and Bill set up the light mortar and dialed in the fire zone, Jessie then positioned a round and waited for the command to fire.
“Fire!”, Miller shouted and in quick response Jessie let the round drop into the tube, instantly followed by a loud pop as the round shot into the night sky.
Jessie quickly followed with round after round as they kept getting reports of successful hits.

After they had fired all their fifteen rounds Bill rain up to the roof to find Sergeant Jackson and was shocked at what he saw. A couple dozen men were all hunkered against the roofs small wall, some were wounded and being tended to by the medic- others lay dead. Jackson saw Bill and motioned him over with a wave. Bill quickly crouch walked over to the sergeant and asked, “How’s it going sir? We got the mortar!”
Sergeant Jackson tried to relight the cigarette in his mouth but blood dripping from his cut lip soiled it. He angrily muttered, “Damn higher ups and their amazing intel just sent us into hell on earth.”
He threw the ruined cigarette over the roofs edge and checked his gun as he spoke, “The Spirit finally decided to respond to our calls for reinforcements and said they’re sending in the two tanks at sunrise. That’s thirty minutes away and frankly we don’t have the ammo to last that long.”
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Exactly ten minutes later the remainder of the soldiers under Sargent Jackson’s command were all on the roof of the small hotel. He had ordered all the remaining supplies be hauled up to the roof and that all the wounded be put on the backside of the roof. Jackson peeked over the roofs small wall and looked through his thermal binoculars, all he saw were still warm bodies of mutants piled around the front gate and scattered around. The men all heard a screech from the right of the hotel and grew nervous. Jackson switched to that direction with his binoculars and tisked. He spoke in a low voice to the nearby machine gun crew, “Reposition to the right side over there, go!”

As the gun crew started the process of moving the heavy gun Jackson whistled to get the attention of the remaining twenty men around him and ordered, “Alright ladies this is it, looks like the devils are back for round two. On my command let them have everything you’ve got!”
Sergeant Jackson looked over to his fellow NCO Sergeant Conner and spoke in a low whisper, “I need you to do me a favor Conner. Take Miller, Bill, Jessie, and one more down to the lobby and defend the staircase. If it gets too hot down there just make your way back up and we’ll cover your retreat. Give em hell marine.”
“Rog, good luck and I’ll see you on the other side.” Conner replied as he gathered up the group of privates and headed down into the hotel.

Achain

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United front of texas

Operation Trident: Part Seven

Location: One mile inland of Bonaire, Tropical Paradise hotel.

Date: November/02/2010

Manpower: 1,000 strong force consisting of 500 regular Army infantry, 500 UFT marines, and 20 undocumented UFTSS (United Front of Texas Special Sappers).

(Now just 50(?) assault troops of mixed branches)

Naval craft: One UFT retrofitted cargo ship fitted with four AA cannons atop its main bridge and cabins for infantry.

Along with a medium class UFT Navy Patrol vessel equipped with SAM launcher and AP heavy machine guns. (Sunk)

Objectives: Search island for storage depots consisting of oil, munitions, medical supplies, and anything of value to the UFT.

Rules of engagement: No firing unless fired upon, once fired upon there are no rules of engagement.

Leadership: Captain Philips of the UFTS Handyman medium patrol frigate and his command crew. Along with civilian Captain Marks of the cargo ship The Spirt.
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Miller followed Sargent Conner down the hotels wooden stairs and to the lobby below. At the base of the stairs there was a makeshift barricade made of sandbags piles four high. Facing the hotels front door with his rifle up stood a lone soldier.
Conner whistled and spoke as he checked his rifle, “It’s your lucky day boy, you’re officially part of my squad. We are to hold the stairs as long as possible. Report?”
The young Private Smith snapped out of his daze and lowered his rifle as he replied, “Nothing to report sir, the front gates look like they’re about to fall but so far nothing has happened. I found this box of grenades and figured I might as well use them if needed.”

Bill pushed past Miller and slapped his hand on the arm of Smith, “My God Smith, we thought you died back on the boat! Where ya been?” Smith smiled slightly and replied, “Almost didn’t make it off the boat. I slipped when we were still in the ships hallways and just barley made it onto a landing craft before the missile hit. Been here holding the fort since then. Nice to see you guys, I heard your names thrown around but didn’t know if you had made it.”

Jessie placed his M240B on the sandbags using its bipod and sarcastically joked, “Oh we made it alright, from the frying pan right into the fire.”
Bill loaded a shell into his newly found shotgun and stated, “Ignore him, I have a good feeling about this. Jackson said the tanks are thirty mikes out and the front gate is holding. What’s thirty minutes?”
Just as he said that the group of soldiers looked through the hotels glass front doors and saw a crack form in the middle of the front gates. A second later a dirty hand shot through the opening and then it was followed by many more hands.
Miller looked over to bill and said, “You just had to open your big mouth.”
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“Jessie get that gun firing! Bill help him clear that jam! Miller I swear to God you better not be firing blanks!” Sergeant Conner yelled over the sounds of gunfire. As Jessie and Bill worked together to troubleshoot why the MG wasn’t firing Conners M4 ran dry and he ejected the empty magazine. He reached down to his plate carrier and felt for a fresh magazine but found his pouches empty. Conner threw down his M4 and pulled out his pistol, as he looked around he saw Miller steadily firing into the growing number of mutants squeezing their way through the quickly buckling front gates. He flinched as Jessie’s MG started firing again in short bursts as the sound snapped him from his daze. Conner then looked down at his pistol and huffed, what a day.

Conner looked behind him and picked up the box of grenades sitting on the stairs, it was now or never. He picked up the metal box and ran forward into the hotels lobby. As he ran he yelled behind him, “Cover me!”
Miller looked away from his target and yelled for Conner to stop as a loud pounding noise caught everyone’s attention. Through the hotels shattered front glass wall a massive twisted hand pushed through the front gates and tore them open. Attached to that massive hand was a mutant the size of a small truck, veins bulging and horrible sores all over its body. Sergeant Conner stopped in his tracks as the large monster ripped open the front gates with ease and let out a deep heavy roar. Conner quickly threw down the box of grenades and ran back to cover as a hail of bullets from the roof ripped into the large mutant. The mutant didn’t even pay attention to the bullets impacting its skin as it slowly moved forward in pursuit of Conner.

“Cover fire, shoot that thing!” Conner yelled as he jumped over the sandbags and picked up his M4. His small squad opened fire but the slowly approaching mutant simply acted as if it weren’t being fired upon. Jessie pulled his machine guns charging handle and laughed in joy as it chambered a round. “Let’s see how you like this you over grown goblin!”, Jessie yelled as he let loose with his M240B.

The mutant stopped in its tracks as the hail of 7.62 NATO bullets slapped into its upper torso. Miller took his chance and grabbed his last grenade from his plate carrier. “Heads down!”, he yelled as he pulled the metal pin and tossed the grenade at the mutants feet. The small metal ball rolled and stopped when it hit the metal box full of explosives at the mutants feet. The squad of men ducked down behind the sandbags and cringed as the box exploded with the force of ten grenades.
Miller felt his ear drums pop as the shockwave shook the hotels lobby and blew out all the front wall glass windows. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was dust, and lots of it. He coughed as he pushed himself up and checked on his brothers still huddled together at his feet, all their hands covering their eyes. He looked through the torn up lobby as the smoke cleared and Miller almost could have laughed when he saw that only one of the mutants hands remained in front of him.

As the others stood up and checked themselves for injuries Jessie stroked the receiver of his M240 and said, “God bless Belgium made guns.” Sergeant Conner cleared his throat and croaked out, “Good job Private Miller, I’m putting you in for a promotion if we make it off this island.”
“Hey it was me who stopped that thing in its tracks, where’s my promotion?” Jessie coughed out. Conner ignored him and keyed his radio that was strapped to his tactical vest, “This is the lobby guard, lobby is secure.”
A voice quickly replied with some static interference, “Copy that, the remainder of the mutants are moving back west into the islands interior. Boss says get back up here, out.”
Sergeant Conner looked at the men around him and nodded as they started back up to the roof of the hotel.
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Sergeant Jackson took stock of his men and supplies as the sun slowly rose in the eastern sky. The two Patton’s rolled in about ten minutes too late to engage the mutants but the sight of them had a noticeable effect on the men’s moral- which was dangerously low. Jackson looked over to the radio man next to him and waited for contact to made with The Spirit once again. The young radio operator nodded as he handed Jackson the small plastic phone. “This is Sergeant Jackson reporting in, over.”
Captain Philips voice crackled through the hand set and asked, “What’s the damage Jackson?”
Jackson looked at his long list of problems written on an old piece of paper and replied, “Fighting force down to twenty men, enough ammo for maybe five of them in a decent firefight, almost no rations left, no explosive ordnance to speak of, and I’ve ran out of smokes. Sir.”

Back on the cargo ship The Spirts Captain Philips smirked at the mention of cigarettes and replied, “Copy, I’ll send some ammo and food supplies but I’m afraid we don’t have any smokes. Oh and good news Sergeant Jackson, high command has confirmed that the supplies we’re looking for is literally right under you. The locals used the hotels basement as a supply dump. Get your able bodied men working on moving the supplies to the beach and I’ll send out the supply haulers. If you work fast we might be able to move out by nightfall back home.”
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Miller passed the half empty bottle of rum to Jessie and sighed. As Bill looked over the water below to the small island shrinking into the distance behind him he sighed in relief “Hard to believe its only been two days... too bad Smith got switched to another squad- I liked him.” Miller scoffed in reply but Jessie had a real reply, “All I know is we’re going home finally and this rum I found is just what the doctor ordered.”

The three men stood in silence on the rear deck of The Spirit and watched as the island they had fought so hard for shrunk into the distance.

Achain and Roulix

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European Diplomacy - Roulix | September 30, 2010 | Bourbon Palace
Nations Involved: Roulix
Marius looked at the leader of Roulix for a second and evaluated the man. He seems more of a party attender than the leader of a nation. Nevertheless, Marius waved back and took a few steps forward, “Greetings Mr. Franz I’m sure this’ll begin great relations for our nations. However let it be known I’m here for not only the Union’s behalf, but also the Imperium’s. What happens here affects the three parties. Now, let’s begin these talks. You know the palace better, so you shall lead the way.” Marius stepped up the rest of the steps, the security team close behind.

Achain

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Currently working on the British Invasion post as well.

Matterio

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Operation Western Waves(Part 2) | January 11th - 16th | North Sea - Coast of Britain
Nation(s) Involved: Achain, Roulix
The fleets were being assembled, all across Norway, military ports were alive with Transport ships being loaded with supplies, armored vehicles, artillery pieces, ammo, and soldiers. The transports were also being equipped with anti-air guns for extra defense against air attack. Out in the Bays, destroyers of the Union’s Fleet awaited for the transports, with reports of two cruisers joining the fleet for extra firepower. The fleet would total some 17 destroyers, 3 cruisers, and 25 transport craft. The formation will be a simple circle with the transports in the middle, thus making a large AA screen. The invasion itself was simplistic for the most part. Wikingkorps squads would secure the landing zones ahead of time to allow the full strength of the invasion force to be deployed. The zones were designated to be along the beaches of Bamburgh in Northumberland. This area would allow the effective split of the Isle into two areas, Scotland and England “Proper”. However one thing stood out on this beach, and that was the factor of an old castle that rested on a hill overlooking the beach. Command had planned to bomb the place beforehand, however Wikingkorp Squad F reported that the castle was empty and that they could occupy it. The order was given, and the castle was theirs. Now the only road block that stood between them and capturing the Isle was the North Sea.

On January 12th, the fleets of transport ships gathered together and formed with the escort fleet about twelve miles off the coast of Norway, but as they were about to leave to go to Britain, the pride of the Imperium’s surface fleet passed by the flotilla. The sounds of boat horns flared up as the mighty ship passed, and after it did, the fleet began moving towards the British Isle.

January 16th, Wikingkorp Squad F had not reported in for a long time, and it was due to this the order was given for the preliminary bombardment of the hills overlooking the beach, but too leave the castle mostly intact. A jammer was activated on board the USF Nevtal to hopefully stop any communication the defenders had. After this, the transports formed a line in front of the escorts and began deploying landing craft with tanks and infantry on board. 200 feet, nothing. 150, nothing. 100, nothing. 50, nothing. Once they got within 10 feet from the shore everyone in the landing craft got uneasy. As the ramps opened, they still did not get shot at. It was only after another two landing craft landed when the machine guns began firing. Quickly they all hit the deck, but many were gunned down as they stood in the open. Returning fire was done by armored units who were deployed quickly behind the infantry. Spotters for the fleet began designating targets for the escorts, who quickly obliterated the enemy positions. The castle itself seemed to have been made into a gun nest. However it was not shelled, instead the infantry formed behind the tanks and began pushing up the beach and towards the castle. The castle was hard to take, British forces occupied every section, and every hallway had a machine gun position, but after a few hours it was taken. It was with this, that supplies were brought ashore, unloaded, more armored vehicles landed, and more infantry followed suit. The time had come, it was time to take the Isle.

Achain

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Northern Visitors | September, 30th 2010

Nations Concerned: Icelanden

Franz responds: Very well "man of many titles" Let us begin! Follow me right this way!

Franz leads everyone into the palace as we make our way to our office. On the way making small talk:

"So tell me how was your flight? I hope the people of our nation have been treating your arrival with dignity! Oh, and do you have plans for dinner?"

Guards open the doors to Franz's office he invites Marius and his guards inside

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European Diplomacy - Roulix |Septumber 30th, 2010 |Palace Bourbon
Nations(s) Included: Roulix
"My flight was very calming. It was the first time I'd say I could relax and simply look at the world. And so far, the people of your nation had treated my arrival well, many appeared to have gathered at the airport to gaze upon a foreigner." Marius stopped as they entered the office , "As for plans of dinner, I have none. I'm sure you've something prepared for us. If not by personal chiefs, then somewhere fancy." Marius' team took positions near the back of the room, and Marius grabbed a chair infront of Franz's desk. "Now I'm not one to wait too long on business. I've been sent here to strike an agreement between the Union, it's Imperial ally and the nation of Roulix. So, what could you and your nation offer? I must know before I can set down my own offerings.

Roulix and United front of texas

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Northern Visitors | September, 30th 2010
Nations Concerned: Icelanden

Franz stares outside of a window before he turns around and faces Marius.

"Well, you see Monsieur..." Franz takes a seat in his chair. "We got Resources, we got Men, and we got Land. But... a far more finite resource, one that cannot be purchased is Friendship. Now simply put... Friendship seems to be a lacking resource within the union. With all due Respect... Friendship with Roulix and prove to be a very valuable asset, strategically and economically. When it comes to Roulixian resources, we are rich in Iron, Uranium, petroleum, and Coal. The location of Roulix within Europe in of itself will prove to be valuable strategically as well. So tell me, what is it that YOU want?"

United front of texas

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