01-08-2020, 01:18 AM
Vulkar, Vulkaria
January 6th, 2020 - 2:35 PM
Sergeant Harold Weaver and his five men were walking carefully through a densely vegetated meadow when they saw their first Malvarian Liberation Front soldier. The soldier must have just finished relieving himself in a bush when the Maximusian squadron stumbled upon him by the way he was caught completely off guard and desperately fumbled for his rifle. Weaver quickly double tapped him with his A-95 Carbine before the terrorist even had a chance to lift his outdated rifle. The sergeant's orders were clear, unless they actively surrender, he was to eliminate all terrorists with extreme prejudice.
Weaver and his platoon quickly approached the downed man, who's skull had been blown apart by the two rounds. Private John Preston, the squad's gunner, knelt beside the dead terrorist and spat onto what remained of the man's face. "No one messes with LOM." the gunner whispered to the corpse. Preston suddenly drew his combat knife and sunk it into the terrorist's chest before his squad mates could pull him away from the body.
"Leave the body alone!" shouted Weaver, desperate to maintain order. "Boys, listen! We are in hostile territory. We can't let emotions get the best of us. We are about six hundred meters from a dirt road. You better believe we will encounter opposition before we get there. I have no intention to die today and, more importantly, I have no intention to let any of you die under my watch. Let's move out!"
The squadron moved out in silence, each man knowing that this event would never be mentioned again. As the group plodded along, they became more and more aware of the reality that was ahead of them. The sounds of gunfire off in the distance grew closer and more distinct. War was upon them.
No sooner did the group reach the road than a Liberation Front vehicle passed by. It spotted them, clear as day, and came to a sudden stop. "Engage them, now!" Weaver yelled before opening fire on the vehicle. A young Malvarian Liberation Front soldier instantly dropped upon opening his door. He shouted out in pain as bullets tore through his torso. His comrade, a light machine gun wielding terrorist, however, was able to dive free of the vehicle and began to lay down suppressive fire, causing the Maximusian troops to have to fall back into the woods for cover.
"This is Alpha Squadron. We are pinned down. Requesting backup." Weaver desperately shouted into his radio.
Bullets split the trees around Weaver's squadron like twigs. The sergeant returned fire as the rest of his squamates took cover behind a fallen log. He promptly dove behind the log and gave his men a prompt assessment of the situation.
"Listen. We probably have at least two additional terries moving in on as now. Our first objective is to take down the LMG bogey. Peters, Jackson, I want you to on me. We are going low and fast. Preston, Anders, Vincent, I want you three on the other terries. Alright. 3...2...1... MOVE OUT NOW!"
Weaver and his group jumped out from behind the log and immediately began shooting. The MLF member with the machine gun returned fire for a few seconds before taking a round to the shoulder knocking him off his feet. The other group of army men quickly took out the insurgents with the precision that Maximusian soldiers had come to be known for. The encounter was won handily, and with no counter-insurgent casualties to boot.
Gasping for air, the terrorist who had formally held the machine gun began crawling back towards a revolver that had fallen out of the car door. Just as he managed to take hold of the weapon, the man was silenced by a gunshot to the back of the head. The area had been cleared of all hostiles.
Weaver checked all of his men over for injuries. Thankfully, aside from some scrapes and bruises, they were all alright. The sergeant then lifted his radio in order to confirm that there had been no new developments before relaying the information to his men.
"Looks like resistance so far has been heavy. Two squadrons about 1.2 kilometers north of here captured an AA gun mounted on the flatbed of the truck. Intelligence suggests that there are at least three more somewhere in the area. One of them is about 1 kilometer north/northwest of here. That's our new mission. We are going to march up this road and meet up with Echo Squadron. We are then going to find that AA gun and take it down. Let's move out!"
January 6th, 2020 - 2:35 PM
Sergeant Harold Weaver and his five men were walking carefully through a densely vegetated meadow when they saw their first Malvarian Liberation Front soldier. The soldier must have just finished relieving himself in a bush when the Maximusian squadron stumbled upon him by the way he was caught completely off guard and desperately fumbled for his rifle. Weaver quickly double tapped him with his A-95 Carbine before the terrorist even had a chance to lift his outdated rifle. The sergeant's orders were clear, unless they actively surrender, he was to eliminate all terrorists with extreme prejudice.
Weaver and his platoon quickly approached the downed man, who's skull had been blown apart by the two rounds. Private John Preston, the squad's gunner, knelt beside the dead terrorist and spat onto what remained of the man's face. "No one messes with LOM." the gunner whispered to the corpse. Preston suddenly drew his combat knife and sunk it into the terrorist's chest before his squad mates could pull him away from the body.
"Leave the body alone!" shouted Weaver, desperate to maintain order. "Boys, listen! We are in hostile territory. We can't let emotions get the best of us. We are about six hundred meters from a dirt road. You better believe we will encounter opposition before we get there. I have no intention to die today and, more importantly, I have no intention to let any of you die under my watch. Let's move out!"
The squadron moved out in silence, each man knowing that this event would never be mentioned again. As the group plodded along, they became more and more aware of the reality that was ahead of them. The sounds of gunfire off in the distance grew closer and more distinct. War was upon them.
No sooner did the group reach the road than a Liberation Front vehicle passed by. It spotted them, clear as day, and came to a sudden stop. "Engage them, now!" Weaver yelled before opening fire on the vehicle. A young Malvarian Liberation Front soldier instantly dropped upon opening his door. He shouted out in pain as bullets tore through his torso. His comrade, a light machine gun wielding terrorist, however, was able to dive free of the vehicle and began to lay down suppressive fire, causing the Maximusian troops to have to fall back into the woods for cover.
"This is Alpha Squadron. We are pinned down. Requesting backup." Weaver desperately shouted into his radio.
Bullets split the trees around Weaver's squadron like twigs. The sergeant returned fire as the rest of his squamates took cover behind a fallen log. He promptly dove behind the log and gave his men a prompt assessment of the situation.
"Listen. We probably have at least two additional terries moving in on as now. Our first objective is to take down the LMG bogey. Peters, Jackson, I want you to on me. We are going low and fast. Preston, Anders, Vincent, I want you three on the other terries. Alright. 3...2...1... MOVE OUT NOW!"
Weaver and his group jumped out from behind the log and immediately began shooting. The MLF member with the machine gun returned fire for a few seconds before taking a round to the shoulder knocking him off his feet. The other group of army men quickly took out the insurgents with the precision that Maximusian soldiers had come to be known for. The encounter was won handily, and with no counter-insurgent casualties to boot.
Gasping for air, the terrorist who had formally held the machine gun began crawling back towards a revolver that had fallen out of the car door. Just as he managed to take hold of the weapon, the man was silenced by a gunshot to the back of the head. The area had been cleared of all hostiles.
Weaver checked all of his men over for injuries. Thankfully, aside from some scrapes and bruises, they were all alright. The sergeant then lifted his radio in order to confirm that there had been no new developments before relaying the information to his men.
"Looks like resistance so far has been heavy. Two squadrons about 1.2 kilometers north of here captured an AA gun mounted on the flatbed of the truck. Intelligence suggests that there are at least three more somewhere in the area. One of them is about 1 kilometer north/northwest of here. That's our new mission. We are going to march up this road and meet up with Echo Squadron. We are then going to find that AA gun and take it down. Let's move out!"