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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, 09:24 PM Post #11 |
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GIS Venerable, 95th Heavy Destroyer, Straits of Blackhorn, South of Sofya 1:53 PM. The skies were ablaze with gunfire, shells, and shrapnel. The GIS Venerable is limping along the ocean, damaged from port to stern. Men laid dead all across the ship, yet more ran under the decks. Miniguns blazing.. rockets blasting holes through the ship. The Ship carries a mission critical asset, the captain tries to keep the men awake and alive with constant orders. Slowly the ship became crippled all across every system of the ship. The hull was leaking water in. The engines were damaged and the ship barely limped forward. Communications were mostly severed except for a lone emergency signal, signaling all ships of their current situation: Under attack by Blackwatch Gunships. The crew and captain all hoped that HARM ships or aircraft hears the signal and comes immediately, but they knew they were on their own now.. The captain stood, seeing his men being gunned down grits his teeth, the windows all shattered, and most of the crew on the bridge were dead, holes blasted in the side and all around, he has with him a old assault rifle. A figure behind him in robes, taking cover behind him, a few loyal men with rifles taking cover behind consoles. Blood lightly dripped from the robed individual, the captain looks at the individual and nods, he goes to the comms console. The comms system sputters alive for perhaps the last time. "Men! You must hold your line! You WILL hold your line! It's not over! We will bend but we will never break!" He runs out along the deck, looking at all the dead men.. and the hiding men.. he sees two attack helicopters, blasting along the side of the ship, killing a small group of his men, he takes aim and fires with his rifle. "OVER HERE YOU SONS OF BITCHES!" Several men looked out from their hiding spots, watching their captain bravely going out into the open and firing on the helicopters. All while two of his men run with the robbed individual, helping the bleeding individual along to a life boat, setting her into it and slowly start to lower it. Some men join the captain in the fight, standing, using everything they had.. pistols.. rifles.. anything they could use. The gunships turn and fire upon the captain, rockets fired towards him explode causing him to fly into the side of the ship and hits the ground hard, crew members continue to fire as the gunships blaze down upon them, using miniguns and rockets. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:25 PM Post #12 |
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Hlymrek Fortress, Hlymrek City, 2:10 PM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jory Hellhorn sat around the medieval table, several other NFA figures joining him. A radio sat on the table, turned off. The NFA leader only had to utter one word. "News." Several people replied to Hellhorn, in a heartbeat. "We've received a transmission from the Anhurian fleet. They've captured Sofya and are going to airlift supplies here from near-" Hellhorn interrupted. "Are they on an open channel?" The NFA member frowned a little. "Well, yeah." He set the frequency to the one the signal had used and turned on the radio. The Anhurian transmission was repeating. Hellhorn spoke, a satisfied look on his face. "Admiral Yunal, this is Jory Hellhorn, leader of the National Freedom Party. Glad to see you on our side. We await your arrival. We have a lot of information and blueprints here. They would have gotten to you sooner, but the dropship we sent disappeared over the HNA border. Anyway, we'll start broadcasting a signal here, with blueprints on it. It's mostly Dragonplate variants and logistical vehicles." He pressed the button on the radio, turning the microphone off. Another NFA man spoke. "Aside from Sofya, the news from the north isn't as stellar. Our Luftberg garrison reported seeing a UAV flying over their position, of unknown origin, and we have a delegate claiming to be from Imperial Vandinium docking in the north now, apparently. The plauge is spreading at an alarming rate, but no infections have been reported in any of our territories." Hellhorn frowned. "Not yet." HF-77A "Green Arrow", Eastern Luftberg Sea, northeast of Sofya, 2:13 PM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The two jets had been following this Xelghastan aircraft for quite some time now. It seemed to be headed in a direction north of Sofya. "Shadow 1, are they leading us to the Anhurians they said were at Sofya? Over." "I don't know. I hope not. But, uhh, we're coming out of the clouds now." As the jets following the UAV emerged from the clouds, they saw the Xelghastan fleet below. "Oh shit, that's their fleet, what do we do?" Their Dragon Air Helmets buzzed. They had received orders directly from Commander Matterhorn. "Locate their fleet. Shake wings over them. Return to base." They broke off from the UAV, going down slightly lower over the fleet. They shook their wings and twirled, and then did a full loop and headed home. HNS Volunruud, Straits of Blackhorn, 2:13 PM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Admiral Skarvald peered through his binoculars on the bridge of the HNS Volunruud. It had been a peaceful hour, and no contact with any ship, Anhurian or Xelghastan, had been made. Everyone here thought they had it easy. But when they see what I've seen, they'l- . The Admiral was interrupted from his daydream by an ensign at the radar station. "Admiral, we have radar contact with several unknown contacts in the straight. Their movements make me suggest they're attacking each other. The admiral smirked. An ally. If he could get them on their side, he would surely get promoted by Matterhorn. "Launch the jets we have on standby." Below them, on the fight deck, four HFN-71s were set on the catapult and ready to be launched. With the admirals orders, they were thrown into the air and set on their destination. It wasn't long before they found the destroyer, essentially a sitting duck as the gunships bombarded the leaning ship. But they have had a lock on these gunships for a long time. They launched their missiles in their first path, all of them guiding themselves straight into their marks. The jets flew over the battle seconds later, barely catching sight of the ship at their hypersonic speed. But it was enough for them. On the Volunruud Bridge, Admiral Skarvald sat patiently, waiting for any news of the outcome of the battle. But what he got was even better. Frames from a helmet cam in 720p, clearly showing what seemed to be Blackwatch gunships firing at a destroyer. A destroyer flying the old Vandiniumite flag. Skarvald smiled. "Send a rescue ship to their location, now. I hope the Emperor still knows which Hawkwick he fought for before." |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:25 PM Post #13 |
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ANS Vanguard, Phoenix class Battleship,4th Fleet. Northeastern Luftberg Sea,east of Vipura, west of Luftberg : 4:02 PM --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Admiral Bazenhov glanced at the Noon report given to him by Commander Sarah, his 2nd in command, and disrupted the quiet silence of his quarters by speaking his mind "2 days, 2 days we've patrolled this Strait, and not a single sign of any ships!" Sarah was quick to reply "But Admiral, The Empress ordered us-" "I know, but a ship like the Vanguard deserves to be used for a Surface battle, not simple patrol duty!" "Despite your personal thoughts sir, she needs us to keep position here for if war breaks out, and we have to support an island landing" Bazenhov stood up from his chair "Dwelling on the politics of this wont help. Whats the current status of the fleet?" "The ANS Tavora joined the fleet last night, raising our battleship count to 3. shes a newer Sola class Battleship, so her main guns are Heavy Cruiser standard." "The Vanguard's cannons will more then make up for it, is the rest of the fleet in formation?" "Yes sir, And the 5th Fleet will be deployed to Altan to support us, should war break out" Thank you Commander, you are Dismissed" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING Under General Order 047224N-3 of the Artstotszkan Government, disclosure of the existance of this message and/or any of the information contained within to anyone other than the intended recipients is punishable by life imprisonment or military execution. From: Empress Annalise XVIII, (Paradizna, Royal Palace) to: Jory Hellhorn, NFA Leader ( Hlymrek Castle, Hlymrek) Due to your accepting of the Ozaka treaty of 2014 (Audax calendar) ,As of 10:12 P.M, 2 Cruisers, 8 Destroyers, and the light carrier Stala has been transferred to your navy's command, as per our agreement, and further deliveries will be provided in due time. In return for the Naval hardware, The Federal Republic of Artstotszka will receive all rights to the area outlines as the "Ozaka province" once this civil war is over" WARNING Under General Order 047796C-2 of the Artstotszkan Government, disclosure of the existance of this message and/or any of the information contained within to anyone other than the intended recipients is punishable by life imprisonment or military execution. From: Grand Admiral Valeknovo To: Admiral Bazenhov As of 7:12 P.M, The 4th Fleet of the Imperial Navy is to set sail to the Altan strait, in-between Vipura and Luftberg, and is to patrol this area and prevent any Hawkwick-affiliated ships, excluding those flying the Anhurian Flag, or that of a neutral power, from moving toward the Vipuran Shoreline, as to prevent a sea invasion of the province. The Fleet will deploy with the following Ships: -2 Battleships -1 Battlecruiser -6 Cruisers (CA) -4 Cruisers (CL) -22 Destroyers -1 Aircraft carrier (CV) -2 Escort Carriers (CVE) -11 Corvettes -5 Frigates The 5th Fleet will be Deployed to Altan 2 days following your arrival in the Strait, as reinforcements should hostilities arise. -END MESSAGE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\ |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:26 PM Post #14 |
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Somewhere in Eastern Vandinium, In a field HQ : 4:50 PM Letters and correspondence were littered all across the desk, a few maps, a few old bullet casings, spent in battle. Fredrick sat there, reading some reports of the western front, a frown across his face. Fredrick sat in combat armor, looking older for wear, having a few scars across his cheeks, one narrowly missing his golden eyes. He went from a snobby, stuck up prince, knowing everything there is to know to a man who only knows war. He stands, crumbling up a letter and tossing it away into a nearby garbage can. He turns and walks out, men at the door stood aside, they had old armor on, old veterans. He looks around during his walk around the old ruins of the city, men hurdled around fires in old drums, civilians with helmets and rifles, having the look of sadness, the look of despritivity, the look of surrender. Moral was low, the rebels lost ground for three days in a row, and everyone started losing what they had left, they were losing hope. Fredrick walked through the old ruined streets, what used to be a prospering city, now old stains of blood along the wall and disturbed ground is all around, old mass graves, where entire families were butchered. This is why they fought, for survival, for what little they had left, and for revenge. Recent defeats allowed little for such revenge, down another few hundred good men and women, god knows what happened to the children they were escorting. Most assumed they were put to death, some still hoped. Fredrick passes a couple, holding each other while they both shed tears, losing their only daughter in that Blackwatch raid. Fredrick nearly trips over a bag of garbage, he looks down and takes a step back, it wasn't a bag of garbage... It was a young boy, a revolver in hand, and a hole in his head, choosing to end it rather than fight it. This would normally make Fredrick sick, but he's seen too much already to be made sick. He walks ahead, a few men fought over the little rations they had, molded, stale bread. He pushes ahead, not wanting to watch his own men act like animals, until he heard a man draw his side arm and threaten another with his life, he looked over his shoulder at the man, the man saw it was the crown prince himself and lowers the weapon at his fellow comrade and slowly offers the bread back while Fredrick turned back and walked to a small building with tattered Vandinium flags with multiple men guarding it, some old Imperial guard, and some were simple soldiers, just posted to guard what little they had left. Walking over, the men stepping aside and opening the doors for him; Fredrick pushed onwards regardless of the silence from his own soldiers. Walking through the building, old bullet holes through the walls, and men stationed, some on old radios and others writing messages. Fredrick walks into the main room, a woman sat in Imperial attire at a desk, looking at a old picture, she turns her head, seeing it's Fredrick and she stands gently. Fredrick tried to offer a small smile, like he was trying to reenact old times. The woman didn't smile back, she only walked over to a nearby window and looked down at the saddened rebels and what little they had left. "How goes our attempts at assembling allies?.." Fredrick nods gently and places his hands behind his back. "Empress Elise, I-" Elise turned back at him and glared. "I'm still your mother.. and you will address me as such..." Fredrick looked up and nodded gently. "Of course.." Fredrick went back to his normal train of thought. "Mother, so far, all is going to plan, the representatives made it past Blackwatch controlled waters and have all bypassed the majority of the Hawkwickian fleets." "They have reached their intended destinations, I can only hope Admiral Wilkians is worth his salt, if our Marines and Navy could unite Hawkwick and gain us a ally we could break Blackwatch at the right moment and turn the tide.." Elise gently nods, staring outside with a depressed look. "Fredrick... if we are attacked again, we will have no where else to run to, this is our last line of defense, we are virtually hiding now, I want you to run if we are attacked. Run as far as you can.. as fast as you can.. get out of Vandinium.. you're the only thing I have left of true value, I will stay here, do what I can.. but if I lose you... Vandinium is truly dead.." Fredrick had the look of utter shock across his face, not expecting his mother to say such things, he takes a small step forward to her, putting his hand on her shoulder. "Mother, we have Cessius.. we have old Imperial fleets-" She pushes him away with tears running down her eyes. "What's the use!?" She yells at him. "We are no where near the shores!... Cessius is Miles away trying to train and fight.." "If we are attacked here.. I won't lose you!... do you hear me!?" Fredrick stared at her and stood tall and walked back over. "I will not leave you, you know that!-" Elise slaps Fredrick and he takes a few steps back, holding the spot where she slapped. "I will buy time..." "leave me.. now..." Fredrick nods and salutes for a moment and turns, walking out, a hundred things running through his mind all at once, remembering he needed to give her the list of names of the representatives, he turns around and in a instant, something was wrong, he closed the door, and it was open now, opened on the outside, not the inside. He slowly walks forward, his hand on his rapier. He slowly walks forward and looks to his right looking down the hallway seeing a dead soldier on the ground, bleeding through the neck and he runs towards the door, forcing it open all the way. Fredrick Immediately draws his rapier and looks across the room, a man in a black suit, clad with advanced technologies and sensors, breathing out a cold breath every few moments, holding a pistol to the back of Elise's head. She was silent, looking down, she looks up when she sees the door slam open, in her eyes were the look of panic and despritivity. "Run... GET OUT OF HER-" *BANG* In all one moment, everything changed, blood splattered forward, Fredrick stood completely still, shock taking control of his body, letting droplets of blood hit and splatter against his body and his cheek. He was complete stunned, Elise's body hits the ground hard and limp, a puddle of blood slowly forming under her. For the second time in his life, the odd feeling of hopelessness of losing all will to fight, strange watering in his eyes slowly building up and piling over, going slowly down his cheek and dropping into the blood soaked ground, mixing in with his mother's own blood. The Assassin stared at Fredrick and turned a cold shoulder and opens the window, opening it slowly and cloaking. Fredrick's mind and body was in utter shock, unable to move. He thought to himself "Why can't I move... why... why can't I move.. fight.... Fight.... FIGHT!.. " Fredrick shook gently, grasping his rapier harder and he sprints and lunges forward, tackling the assassin out the window. *CRASH!!!* They landed loudly on the ground, shattering glass and breaking a small wall, they both struggled and rolled out into the street, the Assassin quickly making his way to his feet and aiming his pistol towards Fredrick. Fredrick was in mid spring, his rapier already striking. Nearby soldiers heard the commotion and ran around and watched. "I got a shot!" "Hold your fire! You're going to hit the prince!" *BANG* The bullet hits Fredrick's shoulder, going all the way through and out the other side while Fredrick grabs him and throws him into a wall, the assassin standing quickly, taking out his combat knife. Before he could even look at Fredrick; Fredrick was above him, striking down. "Die! You Son of a bitch!.. I'll KILL. YOU. ALL!" Every word spoke had Fredrick striking down at the Assassin, cutting deeply withe very strike down, his rapier not build for slicing like this, cutting deeply into the Assassin's arm.. then thigh.. then chest. "Do you hear me!?" The Assassin quickly jumps back up and stumbles back into a wall, bleeding all over now, but Fredrick kept striking at him. "I'll destroy EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!" He slices length wise, the blade snapping off the rapier halfway through the man's Torso. The assassin looks down at the rapier blade and slowly tries to pull it out, Fredrick grabs the Assassin and tosses him over into the middle of the street and he runs over, tearing out the blade in the man's chest and he begins to stab down with it all over in a fury. His other hand tearing off the man's helmet, a cybernetic face seen, glaring at Fredrick while Fredrick strikes down and stabs out the eyes of the man all while Fredrick let down a torrent of tears, he kept stabbing faster and faster, even as the man's head was turned into a literal pulp. all caved in, the cybernetics sparking he kept on stabbing only slowing down minutes later, choked in tears, leaving the blade, stabbed into the assassins' chest, standing up, and looks up at the sky and takes a deep breath. "I SWEAR IT!..." His right hand was flayed from using the blade and bleeding down. The medical teams going over, a man was recording the entire event and soon after uploaded it into the internet (a big no-no). |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:26 PM Post #15 |
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2:30PM(AT-1) Reach of the Guardian, North of Sofya An alarm sounds on the bridges of all 69 ships in the fleets as one of the patrol frigates relays to the fleet of an incoming mass of ships coming towards them from the west. The Admiral of the fleet jumps up from the desk in her office and quickly gets to the command bridge. "Officers, I want a report now!" The comm officer, Lt. Sena turns around. "Ma'am, it seems what looks like Xelghast ships, and we have intercepted transmissions about UAVs that are most likely of Xelghasti Design." The admiral sighs and goes comm officer's station and pushed him aside. She starts typing in her security codes and send out a communication on an open channel "This is Admiral Tolen of the Anhurian Fleet, Reach of the Guardians. You are approaching the Sofya Exclusion Zone. Identify yourself and hold position. Do not attempt to approach the island, the Sofya Islands are under the control of the Anhurian Joint Naval Command until they can be reunited with a proper Hawkwickan Government." 2:35PM(AT-1) Speed of the Guardians, Gulf of Hawkwick, West of Hlymrek Rear Admiral Yunal was looking over reports from the factory ships the first round of armour coming off the assembly line of the Factory Ship, AOV F-4032. He clears a new round of helicopters transports the supplies to Hlymrek. "Well, at least this is going alright. At this rate we are going to have to go north and clear the Strait." The fleet was realigning into a defensive position with frigates running patrols to ward off any planes that might go for the core of the fleet. He inputs command to a panel and sends a request back to command to set up emergency supply routes just in case. 2:40PM(AT-1) Sword of the Guardians, Gulf of Hawkwick, West of Rorik Rear Admiral Unel orders her fleet to hold at 20 miles off the shore of the communist's territory. She had gotten her fleet to split into two groups. One with the support ships and a few defensive ships which are hold far behind the main group which is preparing to send in assault carriers and troop transports to support NFA troops attempting to take the city. She sends a message to General Kale on one of the troop transports and Kale prepares a message that he then sends in an encrypted burst transmission that he sends to any command center controlled by NFA. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:26 PM Post #16 |
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HARM Command, Blackhorn West Compund, Blackhorn Island. 2:51 PM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The circle of Generals had assembled once again, this time sitting in darkness as a green projection gently illuminated their faces. General Kramer of 2nd HARM ,near Rorik, was on the line. "Commander, we've received visual confirmation from an Overwatch team in Communist-controlled Rorik that an Anhurian navy is approaching the NFA territory. They've...they've also received reports of the commander of the NFA in this sector, Jensen, being absent. That's not a confirmation. I'll keep you posted." The generals's image turned blurry as he moved to press the button. Commander Loki of Blackhorn held up his, hand, and the general looked back towards the camera. Loki spoke with a raspy voice warped by a thick Altberg accent. "General. Your assault on Rorik starts early. You may begin your bombardment now." The General nodded as he put on his helmet, a deep, filtered voice coming out. "Very well, Commander. They will know fear." The image flickered away. Rorik Subway Line E-5, Below NFA-Controlled Rorik . 3:00 PM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wilfred Kohen took his helmet off, and pressed a button on his headset. The voice spoke clearly. We are approaching your territory in the city. If you can point us towards any docks that you control, we can land our transports one at a time and unload that way, otherwise we can airlift in personnel and supplies but it will take a considerable amount of time. But if you can hold a large enough landing zone we will pick up the slack. Sadly we do not have many tanks, but our mechs will be perfect for close urban fighting. And if need be we can put in an order to the Engineering Consortium at the Factory Ships. We can also contact the Liveships and get any foodstuffs your soldiers may need. Kohen frowned. This would end badly. He quickly turned on his microphone and replied. "This is Wilfred Kohen, Leader of NFA Rorik. We're in--" The ground above him shook. The communists must have been shelling them again. Kohen continued. "We're in some deep shit. If you land, do it in the industrial district near the north end of our half of the city. That's essentially our last remaining unified strongpoint. Do not, I repeat, do not attempt an air incursion. The communists have strong anti-air capability and they camouflage their vehicles very effectively. They blew the main bridges, and have tried blowing the subway tunnels twice now. Hell, I don't even think they're trying to shelter civilians. We have over 50,000 displaced civilians hiding out in the northwest end of the subway system, near a series of abandoned stations. They desperately require food and water, we're also running low. If you bring mechs, stay away from the strongpoints. Kohen out." The power went out seconds later, and their primary radio station with it as well. At least he had gotten the message off. Somewhere in Taloka Province, Anhur . 11:15 AM. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Reinhart stood up. Still no sign of bad weather. Still no sign of rescue. Behind him, three of his crew members sat, their bleeding barely stopped by the hasty cloth tourniquets they had managed to assemble. The copilot, who was unconcsious, and had gotten a shard of reinforced glass buried in his arm. One of the soldiers, who had gotten impaled by another's assault rifle. And Evelyn Jensen, their Blackwatch Consultant, which had gotten seven pieces of shrapnel buried straight into her kneecap. They wouldn't survive at the first sight of a sandstorm. But now, all they could do was wait. Their radio had broken hours ago, and he doubted that their tattered clothing would be visible if they started waving it like madmen. Jensen sighed, and sat back down. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:26 PM Post #17 |
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XWS Invariable, 88th CAAD Flagship, CIC. Eastern Luftberg Sea, north of Sofya. 2:32 PM. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "Sir!" an operator said, "A communication has come through from Anhurian fleet. They request that we identify ourselves and hold position so as not to approach the island." The presence of Anhur got his attention. Heiss immediately ordered all ships to stop. He took control of a comm station himself and replied on the same open channel the Anhurian communication had come through, giving no more information than was requested. "This is Admiral Nicholas Heiss of the XWS Invariable, flagship of the 88th Combined Arms Assault Division." |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:26 PM Post #18 |
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GIS Venerable, 95th Heavy Destroyer, Straits of Blackhorn, South of Sofya 2:50 PM. It all seemed rather desperate before, blood staining the sides of the ship, leaks all around the ship, slowly sinking as engineers in the lower decks run around, sprinting and fixing as much as they can to keep her from sinking. Crew members shielded their eyes, seeing missiles striking their targets causing shrapnel to splinter the side of the ship to injure and maim a few living crew members. The rest looked to the skies, ready for a final stand, instead they see Hawkwickian jets and cheer, crying out for joy, for victory, the entire event lasted for only a few moments. The captain leaned up against the side of the ship, with a large piece of metal nearly severing his leg, blood gushing from the wound and sliding down the deck and over the side into the red tinted waters below. Crew members rush over, medics and seamen all trying to stop the bleeding, almost the entire crew was focused now on saving as many lives as possible, they stood aboard the sinking ship, awaiting for rescue, until a young seaman spots a ship in the distance and raises his hand, firing a flair up in the air and waving his arms. "Hey! Over here!" The lifeboat that was attached to the ship had already left, continuing the mission on wards with the cloaked individual and the two men, armed with old rifles, unknowingly they came into range with the rescue boat. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- NFA southwest dock, small Imperial transport vessel GIS Victoria 3:01 PM. The ship slowly made its way in, it was all silent, normally from a Vandinium crew it was loud, trying to make themselves bigger than they appear, braver, and more happier, but this one was all silent, the men standing from shoulder to shoulder in a rather serious stance, looking at the seventeen soldiers that stood across from them now, they all stood apart and in formation walked off the ship, disarmed, showing humiliation and that they were there for diplomatic reasons, the ships' crew stayed there and the captain saluted a small figure in a cloak before going and talking to more men besides him, the figure walked with the soldiers off and looking up at them, the small figure couldn't be more than three feet tall, still the figure takes off the cloak and looks up at the men, it was a young looking girl.. couldn't be more than ten years old. Yet she still stood with a stance of authority and in a small diplomatic uniform, she looks at each soldier for a moment and takes a look around the outpost for a brief moment before she spoke. "Let's get this over with then..." Her voice spoke with a slightly gritty sound, almost like she had been crying for some time now, she didn't look like she had the look of a innocent little girl at all. |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:26 PM Post #19 |
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HKN-210 Rescue Frigate "Saarthal", Straits of Blackhorn, South of Sofya, 3:00 PM -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The rescue ship went to full stop as the lifeboat approached. After about a minute, a man lowered ropes for the lifeboat to come aboard. Time was crucial, and a large amount of lives depended on the length of this encounter. NFA Southwest Dock, Point Metropolis, 3:02 PM -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The soldiers had shown no surprise, no reaction whatsoever to the girl's appearance and age. It was one of the greatest innovations of the ancient Harbingers and Battlemasters of the Eld Kingdom, the Faceless Soldier doctrine. They called it "Luftnu rahzun". If a soldier's face was covered, he showed no fear, no doubt. No emotion. The various soldiers were all wearing either Dragonplate armor or scavenged balaclavas and goggles, keeping to this tradition. The commander of the outpost strolled out of the command center in full Dragonplate, flanked by two guards in similar outfits, all of them with a bright white "NFA" spray-painted over the thermoplastic plates. He walked up to the girl, keeping a respectable distance. "Welcome, honored delegation, to Point Metropolis. I'm Commander Gauldur, and I'm the leader of this company. I'll be taking you to the NFA leadership in Hlymrek. As I hear it Rickard Jensen has just returned from a mission and they have dispatched a helicopter here to pick us up. The ETA is about 60 minutes." |
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| Hawkwick | Jan 21 2016, 09:26 PM Post #20 |
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GIS Venerable, 95th Heavy Destroyer, Straits of Blackhorn, South of Sofya, 3:02 PM The two seamen look up and see the rope come down, aiming their rifles up as they see the ship, but they soon recognizing them as friendly and lower their weapons, lifting up and helping the figure up, the figure goes up and gets aboard the ship, the figure pulls down its hood, the men aboard immediately recognize the woman, she looked very stark to General Bloodborn, she looked so like her that even her red eyes and pale skin, being tall in stature, even her sharp teeth are seen as she spoke. The same Bloodborn that is committing genocide and crimes against humanity letting her cannibalistic retinue feast upon the flesh of dead Hawkwicken men women and children, letting them wear the skins of dead Hawkwick soldiers. "Where is your captain?.." Her voice sounded the same, the seamen looked over at the crew of the Hawkwick warship, getting their rifles ready, they were worried. The woman looked over them, she had a few bullet wounds to her side, blood slowly trickling down. NFA Southwest Dock, Point Metropolis, 3:05 PM The girl looked up and she smiles at the commander and she offers her small hand. "I'm pleased to meet you Commander Gauldur, it's brave of you and your men to continue to fight for the unity of Hawkwick under the rightful banner. You have a lot of hurdles to take care of, make a name for yourself, I'm Ambassador Helica." "I see your men are of the elite of your nation, I hope that after this war they can take off their masks and smile for a moment, even if it's but a moment." She looks out and gently sighs. "A hour, alright, sounds good, the Eastern Imperial Armada will make landfall in your nation's waters in a few days, the Emperor wants to take care of the Blackwatch fleet and cripple their supply lines to at least help stop Hawkwickian genocide." "After that.. well.. I'm here to decide who the Imperial Armada is to support." |
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