06-20-2018, 06:26 PM
Sebastian
Aeluria, 1 PM
With assurance of non-aggression coming over the radio yesterday, the Kivasekian ships came to the island's shore and began the process of establishing a military outpost. Staying a fair distance away from thee populace, but staying close enough to the city to rush to its aid, the outpost as it stood housed half of the volunteer force, roughly 7,000 militiamen, as the other half stayed offshore to try and intercept any vessels using old artillery pieces from the '70s. In the outpost, there were four major sectors; one for meals, one for equipment, and two for having the soldiers sleep. The perimeter was currently being lined with razor wire and sandbags filled with beach sand, with every 20 meters being manned by a man with a top-loading LMG.
An ammunition dump was located within the equipment sector, near the middle of the whole outpost. With a common ammunition of 8mm Borov (7.92 Mauser) being shared amongst the Semi-Automatic Battle Rifles (SABRs) and the Lightweight Automatic Support Rifles (LASRs), and the Kivasekian Auto Loading Sidearm (KALS) using the same as the Subgun-K in 8mm Novák (8mm Roth-Steyr), the ammunition dump was very large and not horribly confusing for militiamen. The cartridges used by the Kivasekians are often thought of as overpowered, but with the speed of the 8mm Novák, it has developed a reputation for chewing through soft body armour. Sebastian was armed with a SABR along with a KAL, although he had more practice with his SABR. As an officer, Sebastian was given the option of using detachable magazine, but instead chose to use 8 round stripper clips as he was most comfortable with that.
Finding himself on the side closest to the city to build defences, Sebastian looked towards the populace with a sigh, "Wish I could live like that..."
Igor, seemingly to be everywhere Sebastian was, chimed in, "Well, if you want to live on an island and treated like a CEO, move to a country and exploit the populace." Wiping his brow, Igor patted Sebastian on the shoulder, "Or just keep being the everyday commie bastard like the rest of us."
Shaking his head, Sebastian picked up his shovel and went back to digging up sand to put into sandbags, the heat bearing down on the outpost.
Aeluria, 1 PM
With assurance of non-aggression coming over the radio yesterday, the Kivasekian ships came to the island's shore and began the process of establishing a military outpost. Staying a fair distance away from thee populace, but staying close enough to the city to rush to its aid, the outpost as it stood housed half of the volunteer force, roughly 7,000 militiamen, as the other half stayed offshore to try and intercept any vessels using old artillery pieces from the '70s. In the outpost, there were four major sectors; one for meals, one for equipment, and two for having the soldiers sleep. The perimeter was currently being lined with razor wire and sandbags filled with beach sand, with every 20 meters being manned by a man with a top-loading LMG.
An ammunition dump was located within the equipment sector, near the middle of the whole outpost. With a common ammunition of 8mm Borov (7.92 Mauser) being shared amongst the Semi-Automatic Battle Rifles (SABRs) and the Lightweight Automatic Support Rifles (LASRs), and the Kivasekian Auto Loading Sidearm (KALS) using the same as the Subgun-K in 8mm Novák (8mm Roth-Steyr), the ammunition dump was very large and not horribly confusing for militiamen. The cartridges used by the Kivasekians are often thought of as overpowered, but with the speed of the 8mm Novák, it has developed a reputation for chewing through soft body armour. Sebastian was armed with a SABR along with a KAL, although he had more practice with his SABR. As an officer, Sebastian was given the option of using detachable magazine, but instead chose to use 8 round stripper clips as he was most comfortable with that.
Finding himself on the side closest to the city to build defences, Sebastian looked towards the populace with a sigh, "Wish I could live like that..."
Igor, seemingly to be everywhere Sebastian was, chimed in, "Well, if you want to live on an island and treated like a CEO, move to a country and exploit the populace." Wiping his brow, Igor patted Sebastian on the shoulder, "Or just keep being the everyday commie bastard like the rest of us."
Shaking his head, Sebastian picked up his shovel and went back to digging up sand to put into sandbags, the heat bearing down on the outpost.
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