06-15-2018, 08:29 AM
Skodenian-lead Coalition Task Force Arrowhead, city of Summersea, Lauchenoiria, Skodenian 3rd Airborne and 1st Special Operations Battalion (S.O.B.), 10:01 hours LCT, 6/15/18
The huge mass of Skodenian soldiers approached Summersea from the northeast. They set up a roadblock on one of the main roads leading into the city, redirecting traffic away from Summersea. Leaving behind a platoon to man the roadblock, the strike force continued eastward towards the defensive line they were meant to establish, establishing more roadblocks at key roadways into the city. One of the platoons broke off towards the Federal Prison as the rest continued.
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1st Platoon, 3rd Skodenian Airborne Division, Summersea Federal Detention Facility, 10:13 hours LCT, 6/15/18
1st Platoon approached the checkpoint in front of the federal prison. Seeing the heavily armed soldiers, the guard manning the checkpoint quickly got to his feet and exited the checkpoint.
"What is the meaning of this?" Demanded the guard.
"You've been relieved. We're taking command of this facility." The Platoon Sergeant explained.
The guard notices the Skodenian flag sported on the soldiers' plate carriers.
"I think it would be wise if you leave." the guard raises his weapon. "Immediately."
The Skodesmen immediately raise their weapons in response.
"Son, you don't want to do this..." the sergeant pleas. "Just tell your buddies to cooperate with us, and nobody has to go home in a box. You can walk away, just like that." He snaps for emphasis.
The guard ponders for a moment, coming to the conclusion that he could never do much to impede their progress if he chose to fight. He takes a deep breath, and suddenly makes a dash for the alarm.
The skodesmen unanimously open fire, and the guard's blood splatters onto the checkpoint as his limp body falls... straight into the alarm button.
The sirens blare and the federal police nearby begin catching onto what's happened, raising their rifles at the Skodenian soldiers.
"So much for smooth and easy..." the sergeant muttered. "Lock and load, boys! We're going loud!" He yells, as his men begin moving to cover while firing at the federal policemen outside the facility.
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Skodenian-lead Coalition Task Force Arrowhead, city of Summersea, Lauchenoiria, Skodenian 3rd Airborne and 1st Special Operations Battalion (S.O.B.), 10:13 hours LCT, 6/15/18
Three Summersea police cruisers skid to a halt in front of the mass of Skodenian soldiers marching eastward through the city. The skodesmen raise their rifles, prepared for a firefight. The officers exit their vehicles nonthreateningly, with their weapons holstered.
"We're on your side." The officers explained. "The force unanimously decided that we'd rather cooperate with your occupation than risking potential loss of civilian life by fighting you. We'll have everyone stay in their homes, and make sure nobody gets in your way."
The special operators among the task force sigh in relief, their job effectively done for them. The task force express their gratitude, and move on eastward, placing more roadblocks as they go.
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1st Platoon, 3rd Skodenian Airborne Division, Summersea Federal Detention Facility, 10:14 hours LCT, 6/15/18
[CONTACT RECIEVED]
1st platoon had fought their way to the entrance to the prison with no casualties. One of the soldiers quickly places a plastic explosive breaching charge on the entrance door, getting clear of the blast before yelling "Charge set! Detonating!" He squeezes the detonation trigger, and the entrance explodes inward, instantly killing a federal policeman unfortunate enough to be on the other side of the door. Another Skodenian soldier tosses a Flashbang into the entrance, and it explodes shortly after, shaking the earth.
"Breach and clear! Breach! Breach!" Yells a Skodenian soldier as he charges through the entrance, followed by a dozen other soldiers, quickly dispatching the disoriented policemen. The rest of the soldiers stayed outside, providing security.
"Room clear!"
"Johnson, Ramirez, Thompson, check for inmate logs! The rest of you, provide security!"
Three men began rummaging through paperwork while the rest cover various entrances of the room. After mere seconds of rummaging, the soldiers providing room security begin taking contact, as they fire on policemen advancing towards the room they occupied.
"Better find those logs quick, we've got contacts!"
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Skodenian-lead Coalition Task Force Arrowhead, city of Summersea, Lauchenoiria, Skodenian 3rd Airborne and 1st Special Operations Battalion (S.O.B.), 10:29 hours LCT, 6/15/18
The task force approach the starting point of their defensive line, and begin dropping off a platoon every block to defend and placing more roadblocks at major roadways. Halfway through establishing the defensive line, the task force is approached by a group of a dozen or so men in their early twenties, wearing what look like college sports-team hoodies, carrying pistols and hunting rifles.
"'You guys local resistance?" Asked one of the squad leaders.
"Yeah, uhh, we're with the Summersea rebel cell, from the University just south of here. How can we help?"
The rebels, the Skodenians noticed, were very ill-equipped, and held their weapons as though they had never so much as played a game of Duck-hunt in their life. It was best, they decided, if they stayed as far away from the action as possible.
"Patrol the streets, the police are on our side, work with them to make sure everyone's well away from the action here. We're expecting things to get pretty hot."
The rebels nodded in acknoedgement, turning and running off in the opposite direction. The Skodenians continue forming their defensive line, eventually running out of platoons to dispatch, exactly where the end of the line was originally intended. Pre-mission planning at it's finest. The defensive line hunkered down, and prepared for an impending retaliation strike from the nearby Lauchenoirian military base to the north. All they had to do was hold out until 75th Armored arrived in two hours to wipe the enemy clean out.
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1st Platoon, 3rd Skodenian Airborne Division, Summersea Federal Detention Facility, 10:20 hours LCT, 6/15/18
[CONTACT RECIEVED]
"Got it! I got it!" One of the soldiers held up laminated sheet sheets of paper held together by a clipboard with the title reading 'Summersea Federal Detention Inmate Roster'. The sergeant snatched it from his hand, reading through it.
"We've got... mother of Odin, we've got nineteen incarcerated Skodesmen here, as well as two VIPs, Luis Delaney and Felipe Moore. Let's get moving, people! Double time like you got somewhere to be!"
Two soldiers were wounded, ready outside being treated by a medic. The decrease in enemy attempts at attacking their room implied Federal Police within the facility were diminishing. The team of Skodenians soft-breach into the detainment block, quickly killing five policemen inside- likely the last ones left. The sergeant consults his clipboard, as one of the soldiers retrieves a pair of bolt cutters, breaking the locks on the cells listed off by number by the sergeant.
The ten Skodenian soldiers walk out of the prison entrance, along with twenty one inmates in orange jumpsuits. The sergeant amasses his men, and the soldiers previously providing external security approach the sergeant. "Mission accomplished, boys. Let's get these guys back to Beachhead and get them a helicopter ride home." He gestures to the inmates. The soldiers nod, and begin the long march back to MOB Beachhead.
Image reference:
http://imgur.com/xSoezAR
Legend:
Red= Path of task force
Red circle= Prison firefight
Blue= Established roadblock
Green= Defensive line
The huge mass of Skodenian soldiers approached Summersea from the northeast. They set up a roadblock on one of the main roads leading into the city, redirecting traffic away from Summersea. Leaving behind a platoon to man the roadblock, the strike force continued eastward towards the defensive line they were meant to establish, establishing more roadblocks at key roadways into the city. One of the platoons broke off towards the Federal Prison as the rest continued.
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1st Platoon, 3rd Skodenian Airborne Division, Summersea Federal Detention Facility, 10:13 hours LCT, 6/15/18
1st Platoon approached the checkpoint in front of the federal prison. Seeing the heavily armed soldiers, the guard manning the checkpoint quickly got to his feet and exited the checkpoint.
"What is the meaning of this?" Demanded the guard.
"You've been relieved. We're taking command of this facility." The Platoon Sergeant explained.
The guard notices the Skodenian flag sported on the soldiers' plate carriers.
"I think it would be wise if you leave." the guard raises his weapon. "Immediately."
The Skodesmen immediately raise their weapons in response.
"Son, you don't want to do this..." the sergeant pleas. "Just tell your buddies to cooperate with us, and nobody has to go home in a box. You can walk away, just like that." He snaps for emphasis.
The guard ponders for a moment, coming to the conclusion that he could never do much to impede their progress if he chose to fight. He takes a deep breath, and suddenly makes a dash for the alarm.
The skodesmen unanimously open fire, and the guard's blood splatters onto the checkpoint as his limp body falls... straight into the alarm button.
The sirens blare and the federal police nearby begin catching onto what's happened, raising their rifles at the Skodenian soldiers.
"So much for smooth and easy..." the sergeant muttered. "Lock and load, boys! We're going loud!" He yells, as his men begin moving to cover while firing at the federal policemen outside the facility.
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Skodenian-lead Coalition Task Force Arrowhead, city of Summersea, Lauchenoiria, Skodenian 3rd Airborne and 1st Special Operations Battalion (S.O.B.), 10:13 hours LCT, 6/15/18
Three Summersea police cruisers skid to a halt in front of the mass of Skodenian soldiers marching eastward through the city. The skodesmen raise their rifles, prepared for a firefight. The officers exit their vehicles nonthreateningly, with their weapons holstered.
"We're on your side." The officers explained. "The force unanimously decided that we'd rather cooperate with your occupation than risking potential loss of civilian life by fighting you. We'll have everyone stay in their homes, and make sure nobody gets in your way."
The special operators among the task force sigh in relief, their job effectively done for them. The task force express their gratitude, and move on eastward, placing more roadblocks as they go.
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1st Platoon, 3rd Skodenian Airborne Division, Summersea Federal Detention Facility, 10:14 hours LCT, 6/15/18
[CONTACT RECIEVED]
1st platoon had fought their way to the entrance to the prison with no casualties. One of the soldiers quickly places a plastic explosive breaching charge on the entrance door, getting clear of the blast before yelling "Charge set! Detonating!" He squeezes the detonation trigger, and the entrance explodes inward, instantly killing a federal policeman unfortunate enough to be on the other side of the door. Another Skodenian soldier tosses a Flashbang into the entrance, and it explodes shortly after, shaking the earth.
"Breach and clear! Breach! Breach!" Yells a Skodenian soldier as he charges through the entrance, followed by a dozen other soldiers, quickly dispatching the disoriented policemen. The rest of the soldiers stayed outside, providing security.
"Room clear!"
"Johnson, Ramirez, Thompson, check for inmate logs! The rest of you, provide security!"
Three men began rummaging through paperwork while the rest cover various entrances of the room. After mere seconds of rummaging, the soldiers providing room security begin taking contact, as they fire on policemen advancing towards the room they occupied.
"Better find those logs quick, we've got contacts!"
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Skodenian-lead Coalition Task Force Arrowhead, city of Summersea, Lauchenoiria, Skodenian 3rd Airborne and 1st Special Operations Battalion (S.O.B.), 10:29 hours LCT, 6/15/18
The task force approach the starting point of their defensive line, and begin dropping off a platoon every block to defend and placing more roadblocks at major roadways. Halfway through establishing the defensive line, the task force is approached by a group of a dozen or so men in their early twenties, wearing what look like college sports-team hoodies, carrying pistols and hunting rifles.
"'You guys local resistance?" Asked one of the squad leaders.
"Yeah, uhh, we're with the Summersea rebel cell, from the University just south of here. How can we help?"
The rebels, the Skodenians noticed, were very ill-equipped, and held their weapons as though they had never so much as played a game of Duck-hunt in their life. It was best, they decided, if they stayed as far away from the action as possible.
"Patrol the streets, the police are on our side, work with them to make sure everyone's well away from the action here. We're expecting things to get pretty hot."
The rebels nodded in acknoedgement, turning and running off in the opposite direction. The Skodenians continue forming their defensive line, eventually running out of platoons to dispatch, exactly where the end of the line was originally intended. Pre-mission planning at it's finest. The defensive line hunkered down, and prepared for an impending retaliation strike from the nearby Lauchenoirian military base to the north. All they had to do was hold out until 75th Armored arrived in two hours to wipe the enemy clean out.
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1st Platoon, 3rd Skodenian Airborne Division, Summersea Federal Detention Facility, 10:20 hours LCT, 6/15/18
[CONTACT RECIEVED]
"Got it! I got it!" One of the soldiers held up laminated sheet sheets of paper held together by a clipboard with the title reading 'Summersea Federal Detention Inmate Roster'. The sergeant snatched it from his hand, reading through it.
"We've got... mother of Odin, we've got nineteen incarcerated Skodesmen here, as well as two VIPs, Luis Delaney and Felipe Moore. Let's get moving, people! Double time like you got somewhere to be!"
Two soldiers were wounded, ready outside being treated by a medic. The decrease in enemy attempts at attacking their room implied Federal Police within the facility were diminishing. The team of Skodenians soft-breach into the detainment block, quickly killing five policemen inside- likely the last ones left. The sergeant consults his clipboard, as one of the soldiers retrieves a pair of bolt cutters, breaking the locks on the cells listed off by number by the sergeant.
The ten Skodenian soldiers walk out of the prison entrance, along with twenty one inmates in orange jumpsuits. The sergeant amasses his men, and the soldiers previously providing external security approach the sergeant. "Mission accomplished, boys. Let's get these guys back to Beachhead and get them a helicopter ride home." He gestures to the inmates. The soldiers nod, and begin the long march back to MOB Beachhead.
Image reference:
http://imgur.com/xSoezAR
Legend:
Red= Path of task force
Red circle= Prison firefight
Blue= Established roadblock
Green= Defensive line
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