06-18-2018, 05:43 AM
The northern defensive line of Summersea was quiet, the intense battling having ended hours previous. One sandbag bunker contained three rows of machine Gunners, itching for a fight.
"I don't like this shit, one bit... " A machine-gun operator said to his loader.
"What? The quiet?"
"No, no, the fuckin' Laeralites. I betcha none of them have ever even shot at a man before, and now we're expecting them to help us in wartime? Call me crazy, but I have a bad feeling about it."
A Laeralite stood mere feet away from them, but the Skodesmen were fairly sure he didn't speak Norse. He simply ignored what he assumed to be gibberish.
"I dunno, man, they may prove useful." The loader responded. "Word is they're getting peacekeeping duties, which they're good at. Trick is to distribute based on specialisation. Not everyone's gotta be a front line grunt like us, y'know."
"Then what the fuck is HE doin' here, huh?" The gunner gestures to the Laeralite, holding a machine gun of his own.
The loader looks at the gunner, sincerely.
"We lost over two hundred men today, and you're complaining about the nationality of our reinforcements? The guy's obviously a trained Auto rifleman, so why don't you shut up and take the help you can get, huh?"
With that, the gunner was silent, redirecting his attention to the treeline beyond the sandbags.
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A large group of helicopters were approaching Summersea, transport helicopters and a fleet of attack choppers accompanying them. The transports land in a large public park, dropping off members of the Skodenian 212th Infantry Division. Upon completion, the helicopters depart with roughly half of the attack choppers, and the remaining 19 choppers establish a defended airspace around Summersea. The troops start for a nearby Mal*Wart, which has been converted into a base of operations, to await assignment. The second wave of Skodenian military involvement in Lauchenoiria has officially arrived.
"I don't like this shit, one bit... " A machine-gun operator said to his loader.
"What? The quiet?"
"No, no, the fuckin' Laeralites. I betcha none of them have ever even shot at a man before, and now we're expecting them to help us in wartime? Call me crazy, but I have a bad feeling about it."
A Laeralite stood mere feet away from them, but the Skodesmen were fairly sure he didn't speak Norse. He simply ignored what he assumed to be gibberish.
"I dunno, man, they may prove useful." The loader responded. "Word is they're getting peacekeeping duties, which they're good at. Trick is to distribute based on specialisation. Not everyone's gotta be a front line grunt like us, y'know."
"Then what the fuck is HE doin' here, huh?" The gunner gestures to the Laeralite, holding a machine gun of his own.
The loader looks at the gunner, sincerely.
"We lost over two hundred men today, and you're complaining about the nationality of our reinforcements? The guy's obviously a trained Auto rifleman, so why don't you shut up and take the help you can get, huh?"
With that, the gunner was silent, redirecting his attention to the treeline beyond the sandbags.
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A large group of helicopters were approaching Summersea, transport helicopters and a fleet of attack choppers accompanying them. The transports land in a large public park, dropping off members of the Skodenian 212th Infantry Division. Upon completion, the helicopters depart with roughly half of the attack choppers, and the remaining 19 choppers establish a defended airspace around Summersea. The troops start for a nearby Mal*Wart, which has been converted into a base of operations, to await assignment. The second wave of Skodenian military involvement in Lauchenoiria has officially arrived.
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