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| [FINISHED] The Hawkwickan Civil War; You want some context for the other two North RPs? Here it is. | |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:21 PM Post #1 |
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Altberg Mountains, North of New Altberg. 8:37 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The border post was well guarded, and the guard detail had tripled in a week. This isn't good. Rickard Jensen stood 600 meters above the guard post. Two guards flanked him. All of them quietly observing. All of them watching in utter silence as the guard post stood still. With this post gone, the NFA could both gain a foothold on friendly territory and get the Anhurians to New Altberg in a day. Jensen turned to one of his guards. "How in the bloody hell are we supposed to take this thing out and send a signal to the Anhurians?". The guard shrugged, and set the safety off of his rifle. It was a HM-10, an older breed of 5.56mm Hawkwickan assault rifles. Still using cased ammunition. Jensen frowned. His team had identified over 150 troops, at this guard post alone. "It's three against a hundred. I don't know how in the hell we're supposed to do this." He sighed. "Damn it, Reinhart, why did you have to disappear?" Lamenting about how the Anhurians would be in the dark with his disappearance, he threw his rope over the cliff, the others joining him. This was going to be one hell of a tough nut to crack. HARM Command, Blackhorn West Compund, Blackhorn Island. 10:31 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Supreme Commander Erik Matterhorn stood over the holographic projection of Hawkwick, his circle of generals sitting around it. "So. The Anhurians have declared for that pisser, Hellhorn. They'll be coming soon, that much I know of. But they probably expect me to negotiate, to join with them, or some bogus shit in the like of that. Gentlemen, we do not negotiate with traitors. Nor with their allies." Cries of "Aye" echoed through the room. Matterhorn pointed to the map again, quieting the generals. "Alright. I want a status report on the Anhurian Military. " One general spoke up. "They have a small amount of tanks. A rather large amount of walkers, due to the climate. No reports on anything else, although I hear that their infantry armor is more advanced than Dragonplate." One of the generals chuckled slightly. "Walkers? If they attack with those, especially across one of our trench lines, they won't stand a chance." Matterhorn frowned. "I've fought alongside them. They're not that stupid. They'll be playing this one smart. Perhaps using fear of that "plague" to their advantage. Send a detachment to Luftberg to clear that cell of NFA out. I don't want them, or the Artstotszkans making a landing on our doorstep." Somewhere on the Anhur-Hawkwick border. 10:53 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hinrich Reinhart came to his senses. The dropship they had been in smoked furiously, but he had been dragged away. The soldiers tended to him, along with Evelyn Jensen, daughter of the former President, and another soldier. Five total, they had been sent to negotiate for the NFA in Anhur. "Is she alright?" His attention was instantly turned to her as she looked up slightly. She winced. "Yeah, I'm here." One of the soldiers quieted her down, and Reinhart saw the reason why. A piece of metal debris was sticking out of her knee. "I'll be fine, I've taken worse." Reinhart got up quickly. "Ev, I have too, trust me. But we're in no place to walk it off. Any sign of bad weather?" Reinhart asked one of the soldiers as he took a closer look at Evelyn. "Not yet. We're stranded, but I doubt the blizzards come this close to the ground." Reinhart nodded. "Send out the signal to the Anhurians. We can't survive long in this range, even in a valley, and especially not with her leg in that shape." He walked over to the dropship. The radio still worked, and the pilot was scavenging things of value from the cockpit. He turned the radio on, and set it to an old frequency. "This is Hinrich Reinhart, here with NFA assets to talk. We've crashed in the mountains, and we need assistance." He set SOS to loop and walked back to the soldiers. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:45 PM Post #111 |
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3 days ago, NFA Southwest Dock, Point Metropolis, 11:04 AM /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Upon nearing the apparent officials, Frost stopped. The guards spread out a bit, two of them on either side of Frost, though still a few feet behind him. The other three watched around the area, staying vigilant for any potential surprises. "Gentlemen," Frost said, "I am Lieutenant Daniel Frost, acting as a delegate for Xelghast. It's a pleasure to meet you all." |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:46 PM Post #112 |
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Above Hlymrek, Hawkwick, Day 4, 1:57 AM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The cargo plane's engines roared, drowning out almost all of the noise around it, but the city didn't know. It had been a pain to slip past the radar net, but quite easy to slip past the NFA air patrols, especially considering their predictable flight patterns. There were twenty of them, all highly trained, all equipped with silenced weapons, and all wearing all black Dragonplate, with the only distinguishable feature on their armor being the black cross highlighted by a gold background stitched on their shoulderpads. It had been the flag of the United Republic, and it continued to be the flag of it's military. The HARM operatives looked out towards the city below as the ramp opened with a gust of air. The light from the city did nothing to change the monotone red glow of the cargo hold. They checked their silencers, and when the light turned green, began jumping out, one by one, as their uniforms extended into wingsuits. They glided downwards quickly, and opened their chutes with a lurch once they had reached their target. Hlymrek Castle was still an imposing sight, even if you were above it. It was a new moon, and barely anything was visible. As they neared the castle drop point, they began picking off the guards, one by one, most of which didn't notice them and didn't notice their comrades dying. They made sure not to kill the ones in the light. That would be for later. Seven of them landed on the castle's roof, while another six landed in the back courtyard. The remaining seven landed in the small patch of forest on the edge of the cliff, and began making their way up the castle wall, quietly. From the roof, they began rappelling down into the castle, peering in through the windows to the bedrooms with their thermal goggles, despite the stained glass. But something wasn't right. Their targets, Hellhorn and Reinhart, didn't seem to be occupying the quarters the intel they had gave them, and the secondary targets Notte and Jensen didn't seem to be present at all. Ordering a closer investigation, they began cutting through one of the windows, rappelling down into a spacious bedroom as the window tumbled off of the cliff on which the castle laid. In this bedroom, there seemed to be one woman, staring at a computer screen in a corner of the room. Target, or not, they were NFA, and now they were going. Evelyn Jensen couldn't do anything before the soldier shot her in the stomach. Quickly reacting, she grabbed a pistol from her desk and began returning fire as more shots started coming. The first two fell down, and she was hit again. Blood was already pooling on her chair. She yelled out into the hallway. "Shit! Get in here, guards, someone! Get anyone important out!" Two guards rushed in, brandishing their pistols as they were just as quickly slain as Evelyn was brought down. They seemed to think she was dead now that she had stopped moving. She only hoped that she would last long enough for help. One bedroom over, two guards entered the quarters of the foreign diplomats, Isabella of Artstotszka and Viktor of Heimar. One of them called out. "They'res been an attack, we're here to protect you. Not sure about the specifics, but find cover!" He dived behind a desk and flipped it in order to better cover the door. On the opposite side of the castle, Marcus Notte and four others were locked in a firefight with the men coming from the back courtyard. If the castle hadn't been awake before, it was now. They exchanged shots quickly, corner to corner, before one of the soldiers through a firebomb, and it ignited below the guards. The soldiers rushed up, knocking the esteemed General Notte to the ground and then kicking his flaming body out of a window, where it landed with a crunch. The men executed the burning guards. One target down, three to go. The former throne room was empty, and the council chambers were still undisturbed. "Time for interior redecorating, guys. Flame this shit." The CO's words were obeyed as two more soldiers threw their fire grenades at the chambers torching both them and the tapestries surrounding the old windows. Jory Hellhorn was not in a mood for an attack. His favorite TV show was about to come on, and when the guards had come into his fortified bunker under the castle to guard him, they had advised him to turn the thing off. He stood up and hastily grabbed a pistol from one of his armrests. He hadn't killed someone before in his life. He hoped it wouldn't start now. Hinrich Reinhart had slept on a chair across from him, but now he was knocked out cold from the mead. Hellhorn quickly dashed over to wake him up. "Hinrich, get the fuck up, someone's attacking the castle!" Reinhart wiped his mouth. "HARM. Fuck. Follow me." He motioned to the guards and to Hellhorn to follow him. He pressed a hidden button on a wall, and the wall opened up to reveal a tunnel, engraved in swirl patterns and three hundred year old runes, and covered in moss. "The Hlymrek Catacombs. If we can get into these, we can get the fuck out of here and wait for someone to pick us up, or go into the subway if we find an opening." They entered the catacombs, closing the door behind them. Above them, the front courtyard of Hlymrek Castle burned. Point Metropolis, NFA Southwest Dock, Hawkwick, Day 0, 11:05 AM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The cold looks of Commander Gauldur were contrasted by the welcoming face of Rickard Jensen. "Valokein, Delegate Frost. I am Rickard Jensen, secondary diplomat and intelligence chief of Hawkwick, and former Head of DRAGON under my cousin's government. What would you like to discuss?" Gauldur looked uneasy. Xelghast was not a nice nation, even by his standards, and they seemed like the type of faction that would be more in line to ally with HARM, the other military dictatorship in the region. The other soldiers, with their covered faces, did not show any emotion, but they were visibly uneasy in their movements, with some peering over to the helicopter, visually checking it for weapons or another nasty munition. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:46 PM Post #113 |
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Point Metropolis, NFA Southwest Dock, Hawkwick, Day 4, 2:03 AM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Ship was slowly being loaded, Odysseus was looking through a old Imperial rifle and smiled, remembering his old days as a Special Operative.. serving under the Empire's Elite.. he frowned when he remembered when He was first ordered to execute a civilian, he denied it, being shot and left for dead himself... Becoming apart of Blackwatch used to be a legit Military branch.. now... now he would rather forget about it, he head of the commotion and looked over. The Vandiniumite Sailors showed discipline, some being armed, others packing up... (Unless this is not during the same time as the invasion on the castle 'o diplomacy....) |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:46 PM Post #114 |
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Hlymrek Castle, Hawkwick, Day 4, 2:00 AM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HARM wasn’t done. Two more operatives rushed towards the rooms near the one they had entered in after hearing some yells. Since their targets were all either eliminated or not present, they were to liquidate the castle, and that included anyone still alive in it. They burst into the door, knocking one of the guards to the ground. Viktor was startled by the sudden commotion, but immediately his special forces training kicked in. Viktor rushed the first attacker he saw, tackling him to the ground, and the second HARM operative started spraying bullets at the two as they wrestled on the floor. Viktor had his back on the ground and pushed the HARM soldier in front of him, using him as a human shield. Once he heard the click of an empty magazine he jumped to his feet, rushing the second man. Just before reaching him, the soldier threw a punch at Viktor, who grabbed his arm and hip-tossed him, slamming the man on the ground with a hard thud. He then grabbed the man’s head with both hands and twisted as hard as he could until he heard a loud pop, and the man’s body went limp. The second operative, initially startled by the prince, quickly aimed down to shoot him but was met by an entire magazine of rounds into his head when the NFA guard left standing shot him. He quickly reloaded after both were down, and went to check the hallway for more. Viktor was pumped full of adrenaline at this point and started formulating a plan to escape. First, he quickly grabbed the HARM soldier’s rifle, and took any remaining mags off of the two men. He then saw Isabella clutching her leg in pain. Viktor ran over and knelt down next to her, examining her leg. “You’ll be fine Isabella, it’s only a flesh wound.” he said. “But we need to stop the bleeding”. Viktor took off his thick military dress jacket and ripped a large piece of cloth off, and wrapped it tightly around Isabella’s leg. “That should do it.” He looked up to the NFA guard. “We need to move quickly, someone had to have heard those shots. You. Look for other survivors.” The guard nodded and quickly ran off, careful to keep his noise level to a minimum as he went through the hallway. The other rooms checked empty, as he expected. Hellhorn and Reinhart must have escaped from his bunker by now. He went over to the first room in the hallway. He found a pool of blood, several bullet holes, a collapsed HARM operative, and Evelyn Jensen, who quickly gestured towards him. “Ah, fuck, Saviik! Get me up, the bastard shot me in the stomach and I can barely sit up.” Saviik looked down at her, holstered his pistol and quickly picked her up. She groaned slightly as he carried her back to the room and gently set her down on one of the chairs, her blood still pooling. He opened one of the bandage packs taken off of the dead HARM assaulters, and began wrapping her stomach in bandages. The blood kept flowing. He turned to the prince. “This is bad.” “Where are the nearest NFA forces, and how quickly can they be here?” he asked the guard. The guard scratched his head. “Fuck, I don’t know. I’m sure the MPs will be all over this mess soon, but they’re virtually useless. Uh, and Wulfar’s supposed to be arriving at sunrise sometime.” “Shit. We can’t take them all in fight, especially with two wounded. Our best bet is to find somewhere and hide until help shows up.” Viktor said. Evelyn clutched her head. “Oh shit...I don’t know if I can fucking move very fast like this. I’ll follow your lead, just keep going left and watch for the fire and patrols.” Isabella attempted to stand, and was successful for a few seconds, before falling back down muttering “Verdammte Scheiße, die wirklich weh tut. I don’t think i’ll be able to walk any distance, Viktor.” “Don’t worry, I’ll help you walk Isabella, and Saviik can help you, Evelyn. We’ll try to move as fast as we can.” with that Viktor grabbed Isabella’s hand helping her up, and Saviik helped Evelyn stand. The group then made their way into the hallway and started towards the entrance. One of the guards ran ahead, clutching a HARM SMG he had looted earlier, and looked outside. One of the HARM squads was running towards the entrance to the shrine, while two more were throwing bodies out of the armored car, and beginning to man it themselves. One of them casually tossed an incendiary grenade at the bodies, lighting them up and adding to the smoke that was already crowding the castle’s hill. Saviik caught up to him, catching sight of the burning bodies and of the car’s spotlights. “Fucking shit. They’re burnin-” He was interrupted by the power going out, leaving them illuminated very dimly by an orange glow coming from the courtyard and the windows into the council chambers. Saviik turned to the group and quietly beckoned to the door. His voice was barely audible. “There’s a patrol, they took our armored car, and they set some bodies on fire. If we run out there, we’ll be sitting ducks!” “Maybe we can use the dark to our advantage. With that bright fire, they probably aren’t wearing NVGs or thermals. Now is our best chance to move without getting spotted,” Viktor explained. “We should move to the old bedrooms now, and try to wait it out there.” Evelyn limped up to him. “And if they see us? We have to time the patrols, at least.” “Then we’ll do that. Two at a time. You and Saviik go first, and I’ll cover you guys from here. Once you’re across, me and Isabella will move while Saviik covers us, and so on.” Evelyn reluctantly agreed. “Alright, fuck. Here goes nothing.” |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:46 PM Post #115 |
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New Altberg, Hawkwick, Day 4, 12:04 p.m. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jorik Narheim lowered his pistol. His brother, Krevik Narheim, laid at his feet, twitching and crawling towards a knife. Jorik kicked the knife away. "You were always headstrong, brother. But until fifteen minutes ago I wouldn't have called you particularly stupid. Why? We would have taken you alive. You threw your life away." Three soldiers ran around the corner of the facility to reinforce their leader, catching sight of the burning motorcycle, and their leader standing triumphant near another, writhing enemy. They quickly ran up to flank him. "General, are you alright?" Narheim turned around and sighed. His helmet had survived a glancing blow to the mouth guard, and the paint had torn away, revealing a jagged plastic. He wiped his command trenchcoat. "Of course I'm alright. I took out these bastard's motorcycles with a shot to the fuel tank. Idiots." He kicked his brother over. He had survived being thrown from a motorcycle, and shot in the stomach, but this, nobody could survive this. Jorik aimed for his forehead, and shot. Krevik Narheim was dead before the casing hit the ground. By midnight, the tide of the battle had turned in HARM's favor, with the flamethrower units gaining an advantage in the door-to-door combat, despite the fact that they were torching almost indiscriminately. It was a hard fight, however, and for the next two hours they sparred back and forth with the Heimarn troops, with some parts of the city changing hands almost every fifteen minutes. An hour after that, HARM had broken through, using their numerical advantage to completely encircle and kill any surviving HNA in the city center and destroy almost 50 Heimarn tanks. The battle continued, with the streets being engulfed in smoke by the advancing HARM forces, who were not affected by it. By sunrise, the Heimarn forces were limited to the edges of the city, and almost all major fighting had stopped. The sides had to recover. Now, it was a race to see who would recover faster. It could take 45 minutes for the battle to recommence, or it could take a week. Now, only time would tell. Hlymrek Castle, Hawkwick, Day 4, 2:10 AM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The two HARM operatives rushed down the hallway and entered the room from which the commotion was coming, quickly noticing that it was empty, aside from two bodies. They were their own men. Looted for any valuables. More blood stains, these clearly with a different source, perforated the walls, and one of the chairs. The operative turned to the other. "Notify the Lieutenant. I'm going to launch a signal flare, if Wulfar is on his way as intel reports, we will need more backup than a heavy weapons squad." On the outside walls of the castle, the final HARM squad had completed their ascent, equipped with much bigger weapons than their counterpart squads. Wil Ahdoskar was in the tertiary back tower. The HARM operatives hadn't even checked it. Now, Wil was watching them, through his standard night vision goggles. He had two weapons, a mounted machine gun that could only focus towards the cliff, and an old semi-automatic rifle. It was loud, and he didn't want to risk being heard, but he had to take this squad out before it could reach the other survivors in the castle, wherever they could be. He took a chance. Aiming carefully with his night-vision goggles off, he sighted in the leader of the group, and shot. The shot bounced off of the front plate of his armor, and Wil took cover. The tower's interior chamber was impressive at redirecting sound. They had no idea where he was, but he knew that if he shot again, they would. The muzzle flash was enough to give him away. Evelyn was about to go as planned, when a shot echoed through the entire castle. The entire HARM squad diverted towards the secondary pathway, which lead to the back courtyard. Now was their chance. With only the armored car in the way, all they had to be was quiet. Evelyn and Saviik went first, making sure that the turret of the armored car was not focused on them, before quietly entering the archway into the front of the old bedrooms. Saviik held out his pistol, and gestured to the others to follow him. The second guard started, telling Isabella and Viktor to wait. As he was about to turn the corner, he was shot in the back. The HARM squad had returned. Evelyn ducked next to Saviik, flinching from the pain. Her whisper was quiet. "Shit, what do we do? We can't just leave him." The guard was crying out for help loudly. Saviik sighed. "We will die if we try to save him, especially with you and Isabella like this." The guard continued writhing on the ground. His last call of "spirits!" was cut short by a shot turning his head into mush. Evelyn cringed, despite not being able to see anything. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:46 PM Post #116 |
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Hlymrek Castle, Hawkwick, Day 4, 2:10 AM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The HARM major lowered his weapon. The guard was dead. Two more men quickly flanked him, and he looked back, irritated. “What are you doing? Disperse, idiots!” They quickly spread out, and he fired another shot into the twitching guard, just to make sure the man was dead, before heading off to join the rest of his squad in looking for more survivors. “Shit” Viktor said under his breath. “Just stay still and we should be fi-”. A shot rang out through the courtyard, interrupting Viktor and startling the HARM guards. He called out. “Idiot. Squads two and three, I want full interdiction within five minutes.” Coming around the back. Three of his five squad members followed him through, while the other two ran up to the armored car to warn the driver and gunner of the surviving rebels. The turret quickly turned to face the passage from which the HARM squad had just disappeared, in hopes that it would be useful backup if things got hot. Behind Viktor and Isabella in the hallway, two HARM squad members rounded the corner, clearing the rest of the castle’s dormitories room by room. Whoever it was that took out two of their men, they were good. One had a snapped neck, and two were shot cleanly through the head. Most importantly, their weapons were all gone, or stripped of their silencers. They quickened their pace in the last stretch of rooms, their footsteps echoing loudly through the hallway despite the fire and the yells of the other squads. Viktor could hear the footsteps drawing nearer with each second. Viktor stood up and quietly made his way down the hall closer to the approaching men. When the two rounded the corner Viktor quickly fired two bursts, hitting each man in the head, their bodies nearly instantly falling limp with a soft thud on the floor. Viktor scavenged more ammo off the two dead soldiers, along with whatever else he could carry. He then ran back over to Isabella. “I hope you’re good with a gun.” he said, handing one of the soldier’s SMGs to her. “We need to move quickly. They must know those two are dead, and will come looking.” Isabella accepted the SMG, before replying “I’m not great with them, but it’s better than nothing”. The HARM commander turned his head, hearing more flatline tones through his helmet. More soldiers had died. And whoever did it wasn't a joke. He turned to the entirety of the second squad. They were one of the later arrivals to his team. Now was their chance to prove themselves. “Squad Two, the fire’s dying. Your objective is to go through the entire goddamn castle, and find who keeps killing my soldiers!” In the tower directly above the HARM commander, Wil lowered his weapon. He could have taken another shot, but his last two had both been near misses, and at this range they would know exactly where he was. He started to notice snow falling in large flurries. Perhaps they could give him an advantage. He shot another glance back at the second squad. He had never had any formal military training, and these men had. He couldn't fight them like this. He chose the next best thing. Looking out through the side window, he jumped down onto the castle’s roof. He must have been directly above Hellhorn’s office at this point. He began scaling the wall, making sure to choose angles that he couldn't be seen from. He had scaled the entire upper wall, ending up on the roof of the throne room within seconds. He slowly crawled up to the slight stylized battlement to get a better view of the front courtyard. The bright fire was almost completely below him, and his night vision goggles lent him superior long range vision to the thermal goggles of the HARM troops, which they weren't even wearing, more than likely. He scanned around. An armored car was sitting, it’s engine on, aimed to face the secondary passage. He scanned the shrine. Nothing. His eyes drifted to the old bedroom wing, and there he saw Evelyn Jensen and one other guard, Saviik maybe, hiding behind the archway entrance to the wing. He waved towards them, knowing that HARM soldiers couldn't see through the smoke. He was about to wave a second time, when he started taking shots. The armored car was firing it’s automatic cannon directly over his head. He began frantically crawling down the roof in the direction he came in before the gunner could range the gun. As Viktor was helping Isabella up, he heard the loud shots of the armored car. He peeked outside, and could see the mounted gun firing up toward the roof. This was their chance. He quickly helped up Isabella and slung her over his shoulders. As the turret continued firing, he ran across the courtyard to Evelyn and Saviik. When he reached them, he set Isabella down and looked back toward the roof, as the turret continued firing. “I wonder who that was. Whoever, I hope they’re okay,” he mumbled a quick Trinität prayer in Altman, before turning to Evelyn. “So, do we help’em out or hide somewhere?” Evelyn motioned inside before snapping her gaze back to the wall, which was now being bombarded by the correctly-sighted armored car. “I think, uh, I think that might have been Wil. Wil Ahdoskar? You know him? “ The armored car stopped firing, revealing that the entirety of the roof edge had been turned into a crater, and with it all possible cover removed. “He’s not dead.” She remarked as Saviik began to motion all of them inside of the bedrooms. “Quick, guys!” the hushed whisper was almost loud enough to give them away. “We’ll talk strategy when we get inside!” New Altberg, Hawkwick, Day 4, 7:31 a.m. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Major General Klaas Lewerenz stood, looking over several operations maps and charts when he called his staff in. “Gentlemen, what is the situation?” he asked. The commander of 1st BCT, 1st Division, Brigadier General Hasenkamp spoke up. His unit had led the attack since Sumpfland Valley, but had taken a staggering amount of losses since they entered the city. “Sir, I’m not sure how long we can hold out at this pace. Our tanks are having trouble in the city, they simply aren't maneuverable enough to fight effectively, and we have lost over half of our tanks.” Another commander spoke up. This time the commander of 4th BCT, 2nd Division, Lammert Krantz. “I think we need to pull out and regroup sir. HARM doesn't have enough men to pursue us outside the city, and we could hold them off in open land even if they did. But right now, at this pace, we will lose our entire force within a week.” “Well.” the Major General said. “Here’s what we are going to do. You guys go ahead and pull your men out. While you’re pulling out I’ll insert KSK teams throughout the city to lase targets for the bombers, and cover your retreat. We will set up a staging area in the foothills outside the city. There, your men can reinforce and replenish their ranks. All the while, we will keep running fighter sorties to weaken their air power, and once you are replenished we can figure out our next assault. I’ll also call up the command and see if we can get a couple more BCTs over here.” Jorik Narheim put down his rangefinders. The tower he was in had taken a hit near the top, but the gaping hole in it didn’t affect him. His brother’s death did not, either. He thought about that some more. A lot of things did not seem to affect him. He was quite similar to both of his brothers in that regard. He turned to his second in command, Marshal Konahrik, as he stated his next words. He had not been this successful since before the civil war. “Marshal. The Heimarn troops are in full retreat. The day is won.” Konahrik laughed. “Hah, we always had those bastards.” Narheim frowned. “Don’t worry, Konahrik. They’ll be back, and with more numbers.” The Marshal reluctantly nodded. “Yes, I know. Do you have a plan?” Narheim nodded, reiterating his statement from a day earlier. “Hawkwickans have been masters of guerrilla warfare for thousands of years. We will show it. We will have men in every cellar window, every possible vantage point, any point of strategic importance whatsoever. We will set up the bridges with demolition charges. But this is not a prediction, Marshal, no, your men will do this. Now.” The Marshal put his fist across his chest as a form of salute before descending down the ladder. “Krif voth ahkrin.” Markus Albrecht’s Vacation Estate, Korper, Heimar, Day 4, 10 am ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Markus had woken up early and gone for a run to warm up and had just gotten back home. He grabbed a plate of breakfast that one of his mates had made, and took the plate of food downstairs to the gym in the basement, where he figured she was. As he walked in, he saw her going at it with a punching bag. “You feeling hungry?” he asked. “This food is terrible compared to the shit you can eat at the royal palace, but it’s probably better than anything you’ve eaten.” he said. The young woman looked up at Markus, a few droplets of sweat going down her soft, tender face, yet showing muscular features and almost abhuman features just under the skin, making it look smoother, almost all the veins in her body well hidden and all the similar size. While her breathing was completely controlled she smells the food, and knew almost by instinct what it was, it was ~/GOOD/~ The smell hit her nose, normally she would just eat the grey goop given to her by Blackwatch that she would even question sometimes what it was made of. Her eyes lit up for a moment and a soft smile grows across her face. “Y-Yes…” She controlled her breathing and paused for a solid moment. “I Am…” She would look down at the food, giving it a small sniff and looking down at the small objects of food on the plate, the look of unknown in her eyes, she obviously has never seen this kind of food before. He paused for a moment, watching her eat. He was mesmerized by her. She looked like any normal girl he would see on the street, but he knew she was so much more than that. She was smarter, stronger faster, in a way, more Beautiful than any ‘normal’ girl was. “So” he said. “I was thinking, lots of people would like to get to choose their own name, and Subject...what was it, 1-0-1-7?..... is too hard to remember.” he laughed. “You should make up your own name..anything in mind?” he asked. She would eat in a quick but precise way, her utensil striking with laser precision down on the plate and the food, slaughtering it all as if it was as easy as anything, gaining firm grip upon the entire situation, quickly chewing and swallowing, the look of satisfaction going cross her face with each rough swallow, her throat muscles acting quicker and quicker as fleshy velvet lightly shows from every time she stuffed food down her throat. She would flash her bright blue eyes up to him as he spoke, listening while she finished off her plate, putting down the utensil right as he was halfway through his sentence. She couldn’t help but give it a deep thought for a moment and looked up with a soft giggle, numbers are the easiest thing to remember in the entire universe, how is it hard to remember?... She would give it another thought. “A-Alright…” “How about.. Elisia Drainhart?...” She would spout out the random name with almost a confidence. “I like it, that’s a pretty name” he smiled at her. “So listen, I made a promise to you, but, to fulfill that promise I need a lot of things to happen. First, I am looking for a man named Yasul Bashir. He is crucial to my plans. I want you to find him. You’ll be given passports, papers, anything and everything you need. You are the only person I would trust with this. You are very smart, and you’ll have plenty of help along with you, but I need you to go to a nation called Taibaijan. He is there, but he is hiding. I have a lead on his courier, and he should know where Bashir is. I need you to bring him to me. I will be returning to the front today, so I won’t be able to go with you. This will be the first step to your revenge against Vandinium and Blackwatch.” She gazed up now, a more serious face was put on, her eyes stopped glowing the hopeful, curious blue and now a darker, more critical glow, placing down the plate gently on the bed before crossing her legs and clamping her hands together. “Give me his dossier and every bit of information you have on him… When do you want him?.. and do you want him wrapped in a ribbon in a big old present?..” He laughed at her nonchalant attitude. “Of course, you’ll be given all the info we have on him. He is a friend, or he will be soon, even if he doesn't want to be. The sooner we get him, the better. A ribbon would be nice, but might grab too much attention.” he laughed again. “I had some gear made special for you.” he said, “It should be here by the time you get back. Have a safe trip” he said. “I've got to go.” |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:47 PM Post #117 |
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Day 0, NFA Southwest Dock, Point Metropolis, 11:05 AM /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "I've been sent to discuss Xelghastan intervention in this civil war," Frost replied. Frost decided he'd be very straightforward. After all, there was quite a lot riding on this conversation. "I can tell you right now that intervention in some way is almost inevitable." Though he maintained eye contact with Jensen while speaking, he could tell that the other man - and the soldiers, for that matter - were very uneasy. Perhaps Jensen was too. If so, he was excellent at disguising it. Frost attempted to ease the other's nerves with his next sentence. "However, the extent to which Xelghast intervenes - and who Xelghast allies with - has not yet been decided." |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:47 PM Post #118 |
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Wadi City, Taibaijan, Day 4, 10 pm --------------------------------------------------------------- The dripping ceiling of the basement did not phase Elisia at all, electrical shocks of monumental proportions, the room echoing in screams for a moment, screams that will go unheard… Elisia stood up and lets go of the controls of the Plasma cutter, she turned around and fixed her hair for a moment to keep it out of her face, her blonde hair dotted in small droplets of dried blood before turning back around, her eyes gazing down upon the courier, his hands nailed to the wall, a steam of thinned blood pouring out of the crucified hands, his shirt torn off and blood pouring down with spit from his mouth, his eyes slightly bulging from the torture… She would walk over to him again and grasp his dirty hair and brings his eyes up to hers again, placing her hand on the plasma cutter, the blade replaced by the raw plasma, in such an early state it’s merely used as a cutting mechanism, yet to truly be used in combat… But for her, she knew how it worked.. how implanting the plasma at the base of a spine.. what it would do.. She would wrap her arm around the man and clench at the trigger again and she would yet again smile down on him, looking into her eyes. “Now.. are you going to be a good boy and tell me where he is?.. or do I need to continue our conversation?..” “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!..” the man screamed, “I told you lady….I can’t tell you, he would kill me. Nobody can know where he is.” She frowned, it was business, and she knew it, she clenched down on the cutter, the Plasma whizzing into the small hole she cut into his spine, hitting his fluid in small amounts, too much would kill him or paralyze him, too little would do nothing but make him crap his pants, just the right amount will make him suffer. Shockwaves went through his entire system, all at once, all over again, his nerves almost exploding from the shocks his skin lightly burning from the inside out, lightly charring his skin color, she would clench her hug deeper into him as she presses it down harder, his entire spine buckled and felt like it was going to break in two. Like he was going to break in two, she would look back into his eyes as blood from the rear of his neck, sizzling from the spine heating would spurt out, she would slowly wipe it off her face and look at her hand, letting go of his head and the plasma cutter, she would look into it, seeing the deeply colored crimson going down her hand, she would look back at the heap of a man, then back at the blood, slowly taking her tongue out and lapping it between her fingers and holding her hand up, letting a few small virgin drops of blood down her throat. She would look back again, stretching her body for a moment as if just warming up. “Oh… you would prefer death to what I have planned for your hell~” She gave a succubus’ smile. The man could barely even think anymore. He was only holding on to life by a thread, and he figured the only thing Bashir would do to him, would cut his hands off or simply behead him, but anything would be better than the torture he was enduring. “Aghh…...alright, alright. I’ll tell you. But he will kill me.” he paused for a moment, wincing at the pain. “ He has a safehouse in Azer City, but he has dozens of guards, and everyone in the neighborhood will bear down on you the second they know what’s happening. He has been stirring rebellion there for months and the people are on his side.” he was out of breath by the time he finished his sentence, and was only seconds from fainting. She would smile down on the destroyed man, no… not a man.. more of a heaping pile of charred flesh and pain… She would walk over and kneel down next to him in almost a motherly fashion, putting her gloved hand under his chin and lifting him up with a smile. “I wouldn’t worry about him anymore….” “You will be taking me to him, can’t let you go so easy.. I’m sorry... unless you want me to tear your charred little spine out….” “And even then you will flop around like a fish out of water, begging for air…” She lets go and wraps her arm around him again, grasping the cutter. “Make your choice.. and understand… backstabbing me will end in a fate worse than death and an eternity in hell.” “I….I will go with you.” he said, looking up into her eyes. He was even more scared now, as just moments before she had bright blue eyes, and now they were blood red, like something out of a horror movie. He knew that any death Bashir would give him would be like heaven compared to what she could do. 3 Hours later, Azer City, Taibaijan, 1 am, Day 5 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- She walked along the sidewalks.. Azer City… Shifting her coat around her, she would glance over to her side at her ‘friend’ the torture had torched his skin to a permanent shade darker, it’s unlikely anyone would recognize him, she grasps his hand with a smirk and whispers, her white gloves being cleaned off the red stains of the hours prior… “I want you alive.. but you must cooperate with me…” She let go and didn’t expect an answer back, she knew that he already had an answer, the torture made sure of his ultimate submission. Looking back at the streets and at the people around her she couldn’t help but observe the crowds, observing everyone, telling the difference between friend and foe by very subtle things… Scents, the way they walk, the looks on their faces, she knew they entered the right neighborhood. She whispered into his ear again, this time in a demanding demeanor. “Now, where is this safe house?..” She had to make sure, though being able to tell from the concentration of armed men that it was a few houses down. She could see them all now, easy as pie… She walked over to the courtyard, walking in with a soft smile. The guards saw her and began to walk over to question her, she met them with a quick retaliation, a silenced pistol fired but only five times before she moved to the doors, twice more, and thrice again.. Each bullet hitting it’s mark, each bullet separating brains from their bodies at the base of the necks, she easily opened the door with keys looted off one of the bodies, she moved harshly, quickly and subtly. She quickly moved in and smiled at the cameras, she knew his entire plan, what he was to do, studying a man like him she could easily tell what a cornered rat would do… She walked up the stairs and paused, staring some stairs in front of her, seeing a small glowing red sight aimed down, oh, the guards were ready, and they thought they would catch her this easy?... She digs down under her pocket and takes out a small sliver canister, yanking out the pin and chunking it against the marble wall, hitting the side and ricocheting off the wall she would close her own eyes and let out a sigh, a loud bang followed by eight other bangs and flashes of lights. She opens her eyes and rushes up two steps, aiming her pistol at the wooden railing up above at two squirming individuals, their own eyes blinded, it only took two shots, could have only taken one if she had shot the chandelier.. but why ruin such a marvel? She continued up the stairs there was only one other guard left, likely protecting her prize. She walked around, looking around, taking note of the upstairs, he vanished huh?... Her eyes gazing around the furniture, investigating the sudden marks across the floor, the lightly moved rug.. She checks down the hall where the movement seemed to have went to. Rushing over to a closet door she paused, her hand rubbing along the doorknob, placing her ear along the door for a moment, her eyes growing wide once she heard the cocking of a shotgun, tossing herself to the ground while a shell blew open half the door, raising her pistol she fired the rest of her clip, killing the woman in two shots, both hitting dead center, one in the chest, and the other between her eyes. Aiming, she slowly stood up, the closet not a closet as she would expect, a chair and almost an entire command room inside, monitors and such… She walked in on the man, her gun trained on him, if he was smart he would figure out she was out of bullets, unless he’s not accustomed of counting every shot. She had a blank look across her face. “You’re coming with me… wrapped in ribbons and all…. understood?” “Seems you went through a lot of trouble to find me. I know you aren’t from Wahland, or Aglrinia, so…...may I ask who you are?” Bashir said. She looks up his eyes only giving the information required. “I’m just a friend… from Heimar…now, going to come with me?..or do I have to knock you out?” He let out a small chuckle, “That is all fine. I expected as much, but first, I believe you have someone who belongs to me.” he said. “Not like he is going to be very valuable to you, what’s his value anyway?.. sure.. let him betray you once.. not like he will be able to do it again.. less he wants his spine ripped out…” She smiles for a moment before grasping the courier behind her, she had kept him close to her the entire time and she tosses him forward. “Was going to end up killing him after this anyway.. any killing you give him now would be mercy..” There were notable blisters all over his body and his body was a new shade of brown... “Well, betrayal is a sin, I only hope god will have mercy for him….” he said, pulling out a pistol and firing a single shot into the young man’s forehead, killing him instantly. “Shall we be off?” Markus Albrecht’s Vacation Estate, Korper, Heimar, Day 8, 12 pm -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Markus had just arrived back home. He was exhausted, but excited to see Elisia, and his new guest. As soon as he walked in, he dropped all his gear near the door, and went downstairs to see Elisia. Elisia smiled, having her hands together, a large box wrapped like a present, she turned around and heard the door open and close, she sat down with a smile, crossing her legs waiting for Markus, an excited look in her eyes to see him. She had been looking at more information and news of the areas around her of the nations… and browsing the internet quite a bit, arousing herself on a few sites, quite a glorious place! Markus looked at the box, and then smiled at her, "Well, you really do keep your word huh?" be chuckled. "Mind opening it up for me." She couldn’t help but smile and taking out a knife, going to the rear of the box and cutting a small string, the entire box falling apart, the walls falling apart to a man with a ribbon tied around his forehead. “I did tell you what I was going to do… Mission accomplished…” She smiles, her bright blue eyes glowing at him. He laughed again, "Nice of you to join us...Yasul." The dark skinned middle eastern man did not look amused by the charade. He stood up and took the bow off of his head. "May I ask why you've dragged me here." Bashir said. Markus looked at him, with a slightly more serious look now. "Its quite simple, Mr. Bashir, you have shoal, and I have a goal that aligns with your goals. As they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. You hate Wahland almost as much as I love my country. Wahland stands in the way of both our objectives. I know you want to get back at them, but I also know you don't have anywhere near enough manpower or resources. That's where I come in. And that's all you need to know for now, now can you please excuse me and Ms. Drainhart, there is food upstairs if you want, help yourself." Bashir, visibly confused, walked upstairs without another word. Markus looked down to Elisia, and walked over to her sitting down and crossing his legs like hers. "Now, as I said, I have something very special for you" he said, looking into her deep blue eyes. He pulled out a long black box from a bag he had with him and set it in front of her. "Go ahead, open it." Elisia tilted her head at the offer for a moment, taking her eyes off of his, looking down at the box and grasping it. “A… gift?...” She brushes her hand over the box for a moment before opening the top and looking down inside of it, seeing a glistening sword down inside, her other hand almost reluctantly going down and grasping the hilt, holding up the shining instrument in her hand, letting go of the box and looking along the sword, eyeing up with the blade. “This… no one wou…” She goes and suddenly wraps her arms around Markus, almost in a unexpected, awkward hug, not ever really used to giving hugs. Markus was surprised when she jumped onto him. She was much stronger than she looked, knocking Markus back onto his back, with her laying on top of him, still squeezing him tightly. "I take it you like it?" He chuckled. She had to lay the blade along the floor, surprised herself when he fell over, her blue eyes meeting his eyes, a soft smile growing across her eyes, body shifting mood changing, a blush growing across her face. “M-Mhm…. I did…” Markus locked eyes with her for what seemed like an eternity, staring into her soul, all the while his hands made their way up onto her back, and higher, to her neck, before running his fingers through her hair. She didn’t move, not one inch, her eyes staring down into his, her arms still around him, her body still up against his, not wanting to move an inch, her breasts pressed down into his chest… if she moved an inch… she would… She didn’t want to think about it, instead she stayed still, her back feeling a movement up her sides, her eyes glistening once she felt his hands brush up against her neck, her hair… It was too much for her, she couldn’t hold it in any longer, whatever this feeling was demanded to be let out, demanded to be expressed! ((insert sex scene here, Vand and Wahl you dirty bastards XD)) Markus was out of breath, completely drained of energy. He looked down at her, giving her a long kiss, he looked deep into her eyes, now blue again. "Elisia, I.........I..Love You." he said |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:47 PM Post #119 |
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New Altberg, Hawkwick, Day 7, 1:41 p.m. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The snow had blanketed the city during the three days of grueling silence it had endured since the Heimarn retreat. HARM troops patrolled the streets regularly, looking for civilian and military survivors alike. The silence was unbroken, except for the occasional scream of a survivor being taken from their hiding place. It was the calm before the storm. Just outside the city, in the foothills of the Highgard Mountains, there was a massive encampment of nearly 17,000 Heimarn soldiers. Inside the city were several dozen small KSK teams, designated with the task of marking HARM positions for precision strikes during the coming siege. Markus’ team, however, was tasked with finding and killing a man named Thaaral Konahrik, a Marshal and second in command of HARM forces in New Altberg. Markus stared through the scope of his .50 caliber sniper rifle high in a bell tower overlooking a large, open courtyard. Across the courtyard was a large Trinität cathedral, and in the middle, a memorial statue dedicated to the Old Altberg. Markus was covered in a ghillie suit and any debris and brush he could find that would conceal his position. There were three other men with him, one spotter beside and two men down in the tower below, covering their position. The team had been inserted into the city during the Heimarn retreat, and had made their way through the city to the tower. They had recieved intel that Konahrik was commanding from somewhere near the cathedral, and they had now been sitting in the tower for several hours, monitoring troop movements and any indications that someone important was there. Marshal Thaaral Konahrik walked into the briefing room, finding it to be filled with inept privates. He inspected the map laid on the holographic surface that was hastily set up over the main balcony former dining room. It was a map of New Altberg, layered to show the underground as well as the various buildings to true scale factor. The Marshal threw his pistol onto a nearby table and began examining the map, which marked all troop movements based off of live feeds and satellite tracking. He was about to tell one of the privates in the room to change the scale, when the map fizzled away, and a grainy image of Erik Matterhorn replaced it. He smirked slightly. “Congratulations on your victory, Marshal. Where is Narheim?” Konahrik put his hand over his chest. “Still on the tower, commander. I take it you have crowned the king?” Matterhorn nodded, briefly. “Indeed. Marshal Konahrik, you have served Hawkwick well. You are to report back to Blackhorn at once. You can still command your section of the troops, but we have a new operation in the works based on our Hlymrek Castle assault last week that may demand your attention. Krif voth ahkrin.” The Commander’s image faded away, and the map restored itself to it’s normal state. Konahrik turned around to leave, barging through one of the doors. His two bodyguards fell in and flanked him. “Prepare my helicopter.” Markus laid, peering through the scope, noting the movements of the guards when he noticed a commotion on the roof. He heard a loud whine and noticed the blades of a helicopter on the roof begin to spin. Several armed guards appeared on the roof next to the helicopter. “I think something’s up,” Markus said. “They’re moving someone important, this could be our guy.” Markus quickly pulled out a camera and pointed it toward the roof. The camera was plugged into a small tablet device on his wrist with pictures of the Marshal for reference, so that Markus could confirm his identity. Konahrik’s guards opened the roof access door, and he emerged from the staircase, the only mark distinguishing him from other soldiers being his rank patch that was emblazoned on his shoulder, directly below the yellow Hawkwickan flag of HARM. The helicopter was waiting, and the pilot jumped out, quickly leaving the copilot inside, alone. “Sir! I have word that you’re leaving for Blackhorn. Would you please confirm.” Konahrik nodded, taking off his facemask so that the pilot could verify it was him. “Confirmation Code TK-421.” He said, and the pilot nodded, rushing back to the chopper, whose rotors were now in full swing. Konahrik followed, with his two guards entering the helicopter on either side of him. Markus looked at his tablet for several moments, confirming the Marshal’s identity. He then looked back through the scope, aiming his anti-material rifle at the pilot of the helicopter. He fired a round, the large thud of the silenced rifle echoed in the tower, and the round impacted the glass, punching through it like paper, and hitting the pilot square in the center of the chest. He quickly retook aim, firing two more rounds into the rotor assembly of the helicopter. The blades instantly become unbalanced, and one was broken loose, severing it from the helicopter, and sending it flying off into the distance. The helicopter lost control, veering around wildly for a few moments, before the copilot, disoriented, guided it into the middle portion of the nearby bell tower, the front portion of the helicopter smashing through into the stonework but leaving the rest of the fuselage nearly intact. Konahrik kicked the door open, the metal frame smashing against the wall with a thud. He was the only survivor. Quickly getting a grip on his surroundings, he unholsters his pistol and begins surveying the area for potential threats, before speaking into his radio. “Overlord, this is Warlord. Elder Dragon just got taken out, I’m the only one left. Bell tower of the home cathedral, requesting immediate pickup. The shots that took us out were coming from one of the towers.” Markus radioed to the two men below, “Shit, get up here and help us.” Markus pushed off the debris concealing him, and stood up. He quickly unpinned the barrel and stock from the sniper rifle and handed them to his spotter. “Let’s go make sure he’s dead.” he said to his partner. Markus grabbed his assault rifle and headed for the bell tower’s stairs. As he walked down, he could feel the tower above becoming weak from the damage. He quickened his pace until he reached the crash. The helicopter had destroyed the stairs and so he had to jump down from the ledge. He noticed the helo door was open, and he walked over, looking inside. He counted the bodies, but quickly realized one was missing…. Konahrik tackled the spotter, knocking him down to the ground, before swiping Markus’ legs down from under him. “Caught you now, you Altic fuckers!” he yells as he proceeds to pick the spotter up again and quickly push him off of the staircase, sending him tumbling over the railing and into the lower levels of the Belltower. He turned his attention to the prince. Markus, thrown off guard, had his rifle knocked away. He jumped to his feet, and reaching down, pulled a long combat knife from his boot. “Bring it on old man, i’m gonna cut your balls off and put’em down your throat.” Konahrik, whose face was barely visible through the shredded cheek guard of his helmet, barely smirked. “Genil rutro.” He reached for his back, and retrieved a long dagger, one that was nearly a short sword. It was made of shined black metal, and had a carbon fiber handle, it’s only characteristic being a yellow ribbon tied around the base of the blade. He quickly flipped it to a backhand grip, before lunging at Markus. Markus braced, but Konahrik went low, lifting Markus off his feet and slamming him against a nearby wall. Markus dropped an elbow on the man’s head, but the helmet he was wearing absorbed the blow, and the Marshal barely even reacted. Konahrik pulled Markus’ legs from underneath him, dropping Markus on the ground. He flipped his dagger back to a normal orientation and lunged at Markus again, who held out his arm, blocking the sword, only an inch from his face. Markus shoved Konahrik’s hands up to his left and punched him in the ribs, knocking the air out of him, and then used his momentum to roll Konahrik onto his back, Markus now in control. The Marshal kicked him in the groin and flipped him over his head, before taking the dagger and stabbing it into the man’s shoulder. Markus cried out in pain, and Konahrik raised him up, striking him twice in the face before headbutting him once with the helmet, knocking him unconscious. He could already hear the reinforcements from the roof ascending up the tower, which was beginning to lurch. Quickly examining the clearly elite operator he had just bested, Konahrik grabbed one of his hands, and slowly picked him up, before rendezvousing with the reinforcement soldiers at the bottom of the staircase. One of them was examining the body of the spotter, while the other was holding two additional special forces men hostage. Once he noticed the Marshal, he turned his head. “Are you alright, sir?” He asked, his voice relatively monotone. The frame of the upper tower lurched, and the upper portion began falling onto the courtyard, crushing several civilian vehicles and kicking up snow. Konahrik threw the unconscious commander onto the ground, and removed his dagger from his shoulder, throwing the blood off of it in a swift motion. “Fine. Take these men to Blackhorn with me, I want them questioned. And keep them intact.” Hlymrek Castle, Hawkwick, Day 4, 2:22 AM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Snow blanketed the castle as tinders of the castle’s roof still glowed slightly. HARM had focused all of their attention on Wil, and that had left the rest of the group with an opportunity to hide. They had found an abandoned bedroom, filled with boxes and with a balcony overlooking the cliff. They hoped it would be safe. Saviik was watching the door. He turned around to face the rest of the group. “Alright, fuck. Evelyn’s bandages’ are already starting to fall apart and Isabella’s won’t last much longer either. We need to find a way to get more bandages, and we need to find a way to let the NFA know there’s still people here, so they don’t just blow the shit out of the castle from two kilometers away.” He was interrupted by more gunfire from the twenty millimeter. The MPs from the checkpoint below and several SWAT teams had banded together earlier and were promptly mowed down. It appeared Wulfar would be their only salvation. And his arrival was nowhere in sight. Viktor glanced at Evelyn’s bandages, covered in blood, and nothing but tatters at this point. “We could try to find a way down to the medical tower across the courtyard, but that’s a longshot at best. We can’t do it without doing something about that armored car first. Maybe we could try to find another distraction to throw them off... Is there any way we can contact NFA forces nearby?” Evelyn coughed. “Not unless you want to fuck us all over. A flare would work. A flare or a flag, or, or any way of sending a message. But that would give us away, and then we would die. We have to wait.” Saviik reluctantly agreed. “It’s true, Wulfar is only supposed to arrive at-” He was interrupted by a tank shell slamming into the battlements. Saviik laughed awkwardly. “Spoke too soon.” Janus Wulfar lowered his binoculars, which had been mounted onto his helmet like night-vision goggles. Whoever the attackers were, they would pay dearly. If the council were killed...the NFA would be ruined. Now was his chance to prove his loyalty. He had twelve tanks, all of older models, all sporting long-barreled 122mm guns. They had moved ahead of the main task force along with three trucks filled with men and an additional fourteen APCs as soon as they had heard of the siege, from the local news, no less. He looked out to the tank commanders. “ALL OF YOU. FIRE ON MY MARK. THREE. TWO. ONE. MARK.” The tanks unloaded their weapons, one by one, all of them striking the old castle at various points, the high-explosive shells shattering stone and tower alike, but still leaving the framework intact. Viktor’s instincts kicked in once again, he dropped to the floor and small pieces of debris fell from the ceiling of the aging castle. “So, I’m guessing that’ll be our ride.” he smirked. “That should probably be distraction enough to get the fuck out here.” he said. Shrapnel spread throughout the hallway, and Saviik was hit in the shoulder. “Ah, shit, fuck!” he yelled out, quickly glancing into the now destroyed hallway. Within seconds, seven HARM men barged in, kicking open the door in the hopes of finding a safe haven from the shells. The two parties both saw each other. Saviik glanced towards the balcony, which lead to a semi-steep drop off of a cliff. He clutched his wounded shoulder. “Shit! GO!” He opened fire, striking one of them in the armor plate as the others advanced on him, spraying their weapons at the wall, but missing due to the light created by an explosion. “Fuck, kill them!” One of them yelled as he began returning fire. Saviik turned back towards the group. “GO, you idiots! I’m staying.” He yelled. More shots came from the hallway, ricocheting into the room and barely missing Viktor, while splattering everyone in dust. Evelyn coughed. “Fuck, go, get out.” Saviik fired back with the captured SMG, striking another in the shoulder and temporarily incapacitating him. Viktor ran out onto the balcony and paused for a moment, looking at the steep drop. He glanced at Evelyn, and then at Isabella, they all nodded in agreement, first he helped Isabella over the ledge, then Evelyn, and taking a final look at each other, they jumped. The three hit the soft brush on the ground, but immediately began sliding down the steep incline, attempting to avoid the trees and large boulders that spotted the cliff. All three rolled around, letting out several grunts and moans as the rough terrain scraped and bruised them. Viktor hit the bottom of the cliff with a thud, knocking the air out of him. He sat for a moment, huffing and trying to breath again, wincing at the pain. Finally, he caught his breath and stood up, walking over to check on Isabella and Evelyn. “Everyone good, no broken necks?”Evelyn coughed, having landed partially against a tree. “Ugh. I’m fine.” She glanced towards Isabella. Isabella looked at them before responding.”It hurts like Hölle, but its better than being shot”. She paused for a second, before asking Viktor another question. “So, What should we do now?” she asked. “We have to find NFA forces.” Viktor said. Evelyn staggered to her feet, glancing up at the castle, which continued to take shots. “We, we have to get into the city, and get help.” She was interrupted by commotion from the castle. She glanced up. Saviik was at the balcony, still having a firefight with the HARM troops. A shell hit the group, the high explosive power of the shell blowing out the entire window, killing the HARM troops, and sending Saviik’s body flying down the cliff. Another firefight could be heard throughout the castle, no doubt the SWAT team redoubling their efforts as the assault started. Wulfar’s second in command took off his helmet and ran over to him. “What in the name of Verin do you think you are doing? That castle’s a national landmark, a fucking-” Wulfar held out a hand to make him shut up. “That castle-” He pointed to the castle. “Is a BURNED HUSK OF IT’S FORMER SELF. IT IS GONE.” His commanding voice made the man salute and run off. "Aye, sir, sorry, sir." Day 0, NFA Southwest Dock, Point Metropolis, 11:06 AM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jensen’s smile turned into a gruff look of disappointment. The soldiers behind him fidgeted a bit more, and Commander Gauldur scowled. Jensen spoke up. “And why, exactly, do you need to intervene?” Gauldur fidgeted with his now-sheathed knife, but Jensen held out a hand to tell him to stop. “And yet, I feel as if I already know your answer. And believe me, you can try all you want, but we don’t want anything to do with your nation’s interests.” Gauldur let go of the knife, leaving it to slide back in it’s sheath. “Fun daar kii freik rok lost nid maarahmik daar gut brom.” He said, prompting Jensen to turn around and give him a look of slight agreement. “Tol fen kos fah zuspein, fahdon. Fah nu, Zu'u laan wah hon fos daar kii freik saag. “ He turned his attention back to the diplomat, his face not having changed. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:48 PM Post #120 |
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New Altberg, Hawkwick, Day 8, 2:11 a.m. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The huge encampment was in harmonized chaos, as everyone was preparing for the assault. Troops were loading into APCs, tons of equipment was being moved, tanks restocking their magazines, and cargo trucks loading supplies and equipment. Almost in perfect synchronization everyone paused for a moment and looked up toward the sky, as a distant roar could be heard. The sky was dotted with hundreds of planes, all of them in perfect formation like a giant flock of birds flying south for the winter. Then, streaks of anti aircraft fire erupted from the city, hitting several unlucky planes. Small explosions could be seen hitting the city, precision guided bombs destroying positions that were marked by the KSK teams in the days leading up to the attack. General Lewerenz came over the radio of every soldier, “All stations this is Godfather, Kehren Amsel, I say again, Kehren Amsel.” At that point the large columns of APCs and tank destroyers began moving into the city. This time the soldiers were much more prepared to fight their unforgiving enemy. Each soldier was equipped with gas masks and incendiary grenades to combat HARM’s flamethrowers. The much more maneuverable and agile tank destroyers replaced the MBTs from the first assault, and would be much more suited to urban warfare than larger, more cumbersome, MBTs. Once the advancing troops entered the city, the APCs unloaded their troops, beginning the grueling house to house urban combat. The Heimarn troops used their incendiaries to flush out the HARM troops, but still took heavy casualties as HARM used murder holes to conceal themselves, firing on them from hidden positions. The fighting continued on, one minute a building being controlled by Heimar, the next being controlled by HARM, and back again, fighting for every inch of ground. Jorik Narheim saw the distant explosions. “Took them long enough.” He spit out the cigar in his mouth, sending it tumbling down the tower, before turning to his men. “Looks like Matterhorn’s plan is working just as intended. Abandon the city. They will find quite a few surprises inside.” The men saluted him, and the army began slowly withdrawing from the city, the men using the sewers and subways for speedy transit out of the city. But it was not the last thing they would do. Directly below all of the city streets, several explosives laid, waiting to be detonated. Ditranite, or TNT. When the sensor above them went off due to motion, they went off, striking the undersides of tanks and blowing squads of soldiers to bits. Civilians, however, had been informed of this at Narheim’s request, and were advised not to go onto the streets until 24 hours later, when the explosives would become inept. HARM troops would instead consolidate in the snowy pine forest three hundred kilometers to the east, and wait for the Heimarn troops to come into the open, where they would be silenced. Or so that was the plan. Narheim began climbing down the ladder. After all, he had to get out of the city as well. The Heimarn forces, thinking that HARM was retreating, continued to push into the city, running down HARM as much as they could. They pushed all the way to the city center, at which point HARM had completely withdrawn, and the Ditranite bombs began destroying dozens of tank destroyers, and slowing the advance to a crawl. The Heimarn troops attempted to clear the roadways, with minimal success as the bombs continued to inflict heavy casualties on the Heimarn troops. Finally, General Lewerenz ordered a halt after taking about ¾ of the city, and cordoned off the remainder of New Altberg. Site Ice Wraith, Blackhorn Island, Hawkwick, Day 9, 12:22 a.m. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The light turned on, blinding Markus. Princess Ava was looking him over, having been intrigued when she heard that a Heimarn prince was captured earlier in the day. But now she knew what was going to happen. Her government’s methods were harsh, but he was an enemy. She hoped his death would be quick, but she knew better. Matterhorn’s men would spend days, or weeks, trying to get every state secret they possibly could out of this guy. It was for the greater good. She quickly leaned in to the Prince. “So, who are you?” She asks, being interrupted by several guards entering the room. They were wearing special armor. “My Lady, you must return to Luftberg at once.” She quickly whispered something to the prince. “I’m sorry.” Before promptly turning to leave at once. As soon as she was out of earshot, the HARM commander started. “Hello, Markus Albrecht. Welcome to Blackhorn Island.” His Altic accent was apparent, but he did not switch his language. “You know a lot of things. Things Hawkwick wants to know.” Markus grunted. “And you never will….you are not Hawkwick.” The commander laughed. “If we bow to an Ulfbert, but are not Hawkwickans, then you’re not an Albrecht. Please. I don’t want this to get ugly.” he sneered. “You’re just a bunch of fools, stuck in the past. The NFA is the future of Hawkwick. You can kill me today, but it will make no difference. Our armies will be the victors in the end, and your head will be on a spike.” Markus spat at the commander. He was unfazed. “You really aren’t an Albrecht then. A noble family much older than the Ulfberts, threatening to behead me, undoubtedly with a sword? I thought the NFA was progressive? You know, they couldn’t at least euthanize us and then not desecrate our bodies, now, couldn’t they? Hellhorn, of course, never mentioned that. And that’s because they are all hypocrites. They fight for freedom against tyranny, and yet they force men to fight. They preach ultimate freedom, yet they have no problem regulating business. Hellhorn hates monarchy, and yet he is allied with two of them and has no problem setting up in a castle and sitting on the former throne of a Harbinger every day. But we could sit and debate all day. I want information. Let’s start with a simple question. Where is your father’s private estate?” Markus smirked and looked up, “Do you really think I’m that stupid? Even if I did tell you, your men couldn’t get within spitting distance of it.” The commander furrowed his brow. “They’re already in Heimar. All we need is a location. One which you will be happy to supply.” Markus grinned, “The HNA made it into Heimar too….now look at them.” The commander shook his head. “We are not those blundering idiots. We WON in Altberg, when they lost in hours.” He drew a combat knife, and began tinkering with it. “Talk.” He said, his voice turning eminently more serious. “Do what you wish, I’m not telling you shit.” Markus said. The commander shook his head in disappointment. “Then the hard way it is.” He buried his dagger into Markus’ shoulder wound in one swift motion, his voice becoming elevated as he did it. “WHERE?” Markus cried out in agony, “FUCK…...YOU.” He twisted the knife in the wound. “WHERE?” Markus only flinched this time. “You can torture me until I die, but I’m stronger…..” Markus struggled to finish his sentence as his body went into shock, “I...I’m stronger than any torture methods you…..hav-” Markus finally fainted from the pain. The General stood above him, a disappointed look on his face. “Throw him in a cell, we’ll continue this later.” |
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