09-08-2019, 09:12 AM
Martin, Bjeorg
July 30th, 1991 - 6:35PM
Kelsey was frankly unsure how to act at this point. As best as he could the Maximusians had concentrated all of their forces on pushing inland, not outward. This meant that pretty much every street north of 6th or 7th street should be safe. He would take eighth down to the pedestrian mall and try to establish communications from there, he decided.
Walking briskly, Kelsey hardly noticed the questioning faces of citizens peering out their windows and seeing him. He was a sorry sight, that much he was aware of. His uniform was tattered, soaking wet, and covered in blood. Kelsey imagined his face wasn't much better looking. The grenade had almost certainly blown out one of his eardrums. He could feel the blood dribbling down his neck.
After a time he came to the pedestrian mall and looked for an electronics store. The store was located only a few shops down and Kelsey made his way to it quickly.
Upon arriving at the storefront Kelsey instantly realized something was wrong. The lights were all on inside the store. Every civilian with any sense had either evacuated the city or was locked up in their residence. No store would be open. Yet, sure enough, when Kelsey tried the door it opened easily. No-one was stupid enough to leave their shop door unlocked. The warning had been issued nearly 24 hours ago that a Maximusian invasion of Martin was imminent. People had ample time to prep.
Kelsey stoped dead in his tracks when he suddenly heard radio static. He was not alone in the store. Thinking quickly, the young soldier chambered a shell and took cover behind a rack of assorted small motors.
"Yes, this is CommsRelay Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey. We have established that the north section is clear up to 8th street. Awaiting Orders, Please Advise."
It was a Maximusian scout. He had clearly been sent north to make certain that the Bjeorgites were not planning to flank them from the north. This gave Kelsey an idea. He slowly inched his way across the room to the source of the noise until only a small shelf stood between him and the Maximusian. Kelsey carefully peered around the shelves to view the scene.
"Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey, this is Home-plate Omega-Echo-Bravo, you are advised to continue north until 12th street and report back."
The crackling audio was hardly audible through all the static but Kelsey could certainly make out the general gist of it. Kelsey waited for the Maximusian soldier to lift the radio microphone to his mouth, utter the words "Acknowledged", and take his hands off the radio before taking the shot. The blast knocked the soldier back several feet but clearly didn't kill him. He lunged for his pistol and managed to fire off two rounds into the wall behind Kelsey before Kelsey's second shot grazed his face. The soldier staggered backwards and fired again, this time hitting Kelsey in the leg. Kelsey dropped to his knees before discharging a round into the soldier's chest. The soldier fell onto his back and weakly attempted lift his gun to take a final shot but was silenced by a direct shot to the face from Kelsey.
Kelsey dropped to the ground after finishing off his adversary. His mind was clouded by pain and he could hardly tell where he was. Kelsey desperately rummaged in his pants pocket for a bottle of Vicodin pills. They were perhaps his only chance. He cracked the plastic container open with his hand upon finding the drug and swallowed several pills. It took a few minutes for the pain to begin to subside but Kelsey's thoughts were immediately clearer.
He slowly sat up and looked at his leg. He instantly let out a sigh of relief. The situation wasn't actually that bad. The bullet had gone strait through his calf. There was no bone damage, no real joint damage, just blood. All things considered blood wasn't a big deal. Kelsey took a role of duct tape out of his small backpack and wrapped it around his wound. He winced as the sticky tape came into contact with the open wound. Kelsey was certain his leg would get infected but honestly wasn't concerned. He had a job to do.
"You'll have forever to rest when you are dead." once said Kelsey's drill sergeant back at bootcamp. This mantra kept playing in his ear as Kelsey lifted the radio and picked up his shotgun. He would have keep on trudging if he want to make a difference. 12th street was still four blocks down and Kelsey had to go quickly so as to raise as little suspicion as possible.
7 minutes later
Kelsey selected a small news kiosk as his temporary base of operations. He was on the verge of tears from the pain in his leg as he shot the lock off of the door and fell inside the kiosk.
"This is Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey, please be advised that I have made it to 12th street and can confirm that there is no Bjeorg military presence here."
Kelsey prayed his vocal mimicry would hold up. He never was good at impersonating other people's voices. With great apprehension He waited the three seconds before a response.
"Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey, this is Omega-Echo-Bravo, we acknowledge. Proceed back to 5th Street."
"Acknowledged. Should I rendezvous with any other CommsRelays?"
This was the tricky part. If this didn't work the gig would be up.
"Negative Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey, all CommsRelays have been recalled. Just report back every 2 blocks."
Kelsey couldn't believe his luck, they had bought it hook line and sinker! Kelsey quickly changed the channels and explained the situation to a Bjeorg officer. He sounded genuinely ecstatic about the prospects of flanking the Maximusians. Kelsey was just overjoyed by the fact that a proper medic would be in the area within a few minutes.
July 30th, 1991 - 6:35PM
Kelsey was frankly unsure how to act at this point. As best as he could the Maximusians had concentrated all of their forces on pushing inland, not outward. This meant that pretty much every street north of 6th or 7th street should be safe. He would take eighth down to the pedestrian mall and try to establish communications from there, he decided.
Walking briskly, Kelsey hardly noticed the questioning faces of citizens peering out their windows and seeing him. He was a sorry sight, that much he was aware of. His uniform was tattered, soaking wet, and covered in blood. Kelsey imagined his face wasn't much better looking. The grenade had almost certainly blown out one of his eardrums. He could feel the blood dribbling down his neck.
After a time he came to the pedestrian mall and looked for an electronics store. The store was located only a few shops down and Kelsey made his way to it quickly.
Upon arriving at the storefront Kelsey instantly realized something was wrong. The lights were all on inside the store. Every civilian with any sense had either evacuated the city or was locked up in their residence. No store would be open. Yet, sure enough, when Kelsey tried the door it opened easily. No-one was stupid enough to leave their shop door unlocked. The warning had been issued nearly 24 hours ago that a Maximusian invasion of Martin was imminent. People had ample time to prep.
Kelsey stoped dead in his tracks when he suddenly heard radio static. He was not alone in the store. Thinking quickly, the young soldier chambered a shell and took cover behind a rack of assorted small motors.
"Yes, this is CommsRelay Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey. We have established that the north section is clear up to 8th street. Awaiting Orders, Please Advise."
It was a Maximusian scout. He had clearly been sent north to make certain that the Bjeorgites were not planning to flank them from the north. This gave Kelsey an idea. He slowly inched his way across the room to the source of the noise until only a small shelf stood between him and the Maximusian. Kelsey carefully peered around the shelves to view the scene.
"Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey, this is Home-plate Omega-Echo-Bravo, you are advised to continue north until 12th street and report back."
The crackling audio was hardly audible through all the static but Kelsey could certainly make out the general gist of it. Kelsey waited for the Maximusian soldier to lift the radio microphone to his mouth, utter the words "Acknowledged", and take his hands off the radio before taking the shot. The blast knocked the soldier back several feet but clearly didn't kill him. He lunged for his pistol and managed to fire off two rounds into the wall behind Kelsey before Kelsey's second shot grazed his face. The soldier staggered backwards and fired again, this time hitting Kelsey in the leg. Kelsey dropped to his knees before discharging a round into the soldier's chest. The soldier fell onto his back and weakly attempted lift his gun to take a final shot but was silenced by a direct shot to the face from Kelsey.
Kelsey dropped to the ground after finishing off his adversary. His mind was clouded by pain and he could hardly tell where he was. Kelsey desperately rummaged in his pants pocket for a bottle of Vicodin pills. They were perhaps his only chance. He cracked the plastic container open with his hand upon finding the drug and swallowed several pills. It took a few minutes for the pain to begin to subside but Kelsey's thoughts were immediately clearer.
He slowly sat up and looked at his leg. He instantly let out a sigh of relief. The situation wasn't actually that bad. The bullet had gone strait through his calf. There was no bone damage, no real joint damage, just blood. All things considered blood wasn't a big deal. Kelsey took a role of duct tape out of his small backpack and wrapped it around his wound. He winced as the sticky tape came into contact with the open wound. Kelsey was certain his leg would get infected but honestly wasn't concerned. He had a job to do.
"You'll have forever to rest when you are dead." once said Kelsey's drill sergeant back at bootcamp. This mantra kept playing in his ear as Kelsey lifted the radio and picked up his shotgun. He would have keep on trudging if he want to make a difference. 12th street was still four blocks down and Kelsey had to go quickly so as to raise as little suspicion as possible.
7 minutes later
Kelsey selected a small news kiosk as his temporary base of operations. He was on the verge of tears from the pain in his leg as he shot the lock off of the door and fell inside the kiosk.
"This is Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey, please be advised that I have made it to 12th street and can confirm that there is no Bjeorg military presence here."
Kelsey prayed his vocal mimicry would hold up. He never was good at impersonating other people's voices. With great apprehension He waited the three seconds before a response.
"Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey, this is Omega-Echo-Bravo, we acknowledge. Proceed back to 5th Street."
"Acknowledged. Should I rendezvous with any other CommsRelays?"
This was the tricky part. If this didn't work the gig would be up.
"Negative Alpha-Charlie-Whiskey, all CommsRelays have been recalled. Just report back every 2 blocks."
Kelsey couldn't believe his luck, they had bought it hook line and sinker! Kelsey quickly changed the channels and explained the situation to a Bjeorg officer. He sounded genuinely ecstatic about the prospects of flanking the Maximusians. Kelsey was just overjoyed by the fact that a proper medic would be in the area within a few minutes.