01-09-2020, 08:48 AM
Near Freeborn, Vulkaria
January 6th, 2019 - 3:15 PM
When Alpha Squadron finally found the AA gun they realized that they should have called in more backup. Nothing could have been more clear to Sergeant Weaver as he looked upon the truck that was carrying his target. The truck was parked in a field about ten meters from a small dirt road. Weaver's squadron was camped out about 300 meters away from this field, obscured from enemy view by thick shrubbery. Around the truck were at least half a dozen soldiers, each armed with heavy weaponry. This wasn't going to be easy.
"What's the play, sir?" Private Anders asked impatiently. "It's clear that Echo Squadron isn't going to make it. I'm guessing they couldn't hold off the terries."
Sergeant Weaver stroked his beard, deep in thought. He exhaled slowly, visibly distressed by the situation, before responding.
"Private, I think you are right. We are on our own. I count about eleven terries. We have the element of surprise but.... I'll be honest, I don't think it would be wise to engage all of them simultaneously."
Weaver lifted a pair of binoculars and surveyed the enemy encampment one final time.
"Ok, Here's the plan..."
The men eagerly snapped to attention. They were all ready to fight. One could see it on their faces.
"Vincent, I want you to make your way down to that boulder about 150 meters to our right side. When I give the signal, I want you to take out the insurgent in the cab of the truck. Our first priority is making sure that the truck doesn't bolt when we engage them. After you neutralize him, start targeting any insurgent hanging around the truck. I need a clear path to the AA guns. Understood? Move out, soldier. I need you in position before we can begin our engagement."
Private James Vincent nodded before grabbing his rifle and beginning to make his way down the slope-side.
"Anders, I want you and Peters to move around the left side of this field and engage them from long range via the road. Use your frag grenades if the opportunity arises. Our aim is maximum terrie casualties. They will fight to the death if you don't put them down immediately.
The rest of us are going to attack head-on. Preston, the second you find cover I want you providing us with suppressive fire. At relatively close range it will be highly effective. Jackson, you're with me. We are headed straight for the truck. Our first objective is going to be clearing the area of hostiles. Then we can work on disabling the missile system. Understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!" The soldiers all shouted in response. They then snapped to attention, were dismissed by a salute, and began moving into position.
5 minutes, 30 seconds later
Everyone was in position. Weaver gripped his rifle tightly before coming out of his army crawl and into a crouching position next to Jackson and Preston. He inhaled deeply. This was it. Nervously, the sergeant lifted his hand in the air.
"Engage. Engage now!"
Bullets began to rip through the air from all angles as Weaver and his crew opened fire on the terrorists. A splatter of blood across the windshield of the truck confirmed that Vincent's first shot had landed its mark. A grenade detonated on the ground, knocking two soldiers onto the ground.
Time seemed to slow down as Weaver began sprinting towards the truck. It was almost as if he could see the bullets shooting up dirt as they missed their mark. Weaver lifted his rifle and fired a quick burst off. He knew from the moment that he pulled the trigger he was about to kill an insurgent. He could tell by the way the bullets seemed to travel his exact planned trajectory.
Suddenly, Weaver was pulled out of his trance by a blinding light that erupted from the ground in front of him. A flash-bang, how could I be so stupid?! Weaver cursed his own stupidity as his vision began to go from white to black and his hearing cut out. He dropped to the ground, probably as a result of stepping in a hole, and felt his rifle fly out of his hand.
Gradually, Weaver began to start making out shapes again. He could see his hands, stretched out before him, with increasing clarity now. The sergeant realized that he must press on now. Although highly disoriented, Weaver was able to stumble to his feet and pick up his rifle. He shuffled forward, acutely aware of the incredible ringing in his ears.
Weaver could see it now, just before him was the truck. He had managed to make it to his objective, despite being half blind and deaf. Feeling the cold metal against his skin, the sergeant slumped against the surface-to-air missile system and used it to prop himself up. He then surveyed the field.
The day was won. Weaver realized this with a start as his sight began to fully return. All around him were the bodies of his enemies, some huddled in a ball while others were spread-eagle on the ground. The sergeant felt a rough arm lift him to his feet.
"Sir!" said the voice. "The area is secure. We have the terries all eliminated. It's over. We have completed the objective!"
Weaver nodded, finally beginning to hear properly. He then lifted his radio and shouted into it the phrase he had been desperately praying to be able to say all day:
"This is Alpha Squad. We have captured the missile-system."
Nearly 7 kilometers north of his location, Maximusian forces began their assault on Freeborn.
January 6th, 2019 - 3:15 PM
When Alpha Squadron finally found the AA gun they realized that they should have called in more backup. Nothing could have been more clear to Sergeant Weaver as he looked upon the truck that was carrying his target. The truck was parked in a field about ten meters from a small dirt road. Weaver's squadron was camped out about 300 meters away from this field, obscured from enemy view by thick shrubbery. Around the truck were at least half a dozen soldiers, each armed with heavy weaponry. This wasn't going to be easy.
"What's the play, sir?" Private Anders asked impatiently. "It's clear that Echo Squadron isn't going to make it. I'm guessing they couldn't hold off the terries."
Sergeant Weaver stroked his beard, deep in thought. He exhaled slowly, visibly distressed by the situation, before responding.
"Private, I think you are right. We are on our own. I count about eleven terries. We have the element of surprise but.... I'll be honest, I don't think it would be wise to engage all of them simultaneously."
Weaver lifted a pair of binoculars and surveyed the enemy encampment one final time.
"Ok, Here's the plan..."
The men eagerly snapped to attention. They were all ready to fight. One could see it on their faces.
"Vincent, I want you to make your way down to that boulder about 150 meters to our right side. When I give the signal, I want you to take out the insurgent in the cab of the truck. Our first priority is making sure that the truck doesn't bolt when we engage them. After you neutralize him, start targeting any insurgent hanging around the truck. I need a clear path to the AA guns. Understood? Move out, soldier. I need you in position before we can begin our engagement."
Private James Vincent nodded before grabbing his rifle and beginning to make his way down the slope-side.
"Anders, I want you and Peters to move around the left side of this field and engage them from long range via the road. Use your frag grenades if the opportunity arises. Our aim is maximum terrie casualties. They will fight to the death if you don't put them down immediately.
The rest of us are going to attack head-on. Preston, the second you find cover I want you providing us with suppressive fire. At relatively close range it will be highly effective. Jackson, you're with me. We are headed straight for the truck. Our first objective is going to be clearing the area of hostiles. Then we can work on disabling the missile system. Understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!" The soldiers all shouted in response. They then snapped to attention, were dismissed by a salute, and began moving into position.
5 minutes, 30 seconds later
Everyone was in position. Weaver gripped his rifle tightly before coming out of his army crawl and into a crouching position next to Jackson and Preston. He inhaled deeply. This was it. Nervously, the sergeant lifted his hand in the air.
"Engage. Engage now!"
Bullets began to rip through the air from all angles as Weaver and his crew opened fire on the terrorists. A splatter of blood across the windshield of the truck confirmed that Vincent's first shot had landed its mark. A grenade detonated on the ground, knocking two soldiers onto the ground.
Time seemed to slow down as Weaver began sprinting towards the truck. It was almost as if he could see the bullets shooting up dirt as they missed their mark. Weaver lifted his rifle and fired a quick burst off. He knew from the moment that he pulled the trigger he was about to kill an insurgent. He could tell by the way the bullets seemed to travel his exact planned trajectory.
Suddenly, Weaver was pulled out of his trance by a blinding light that erupted from the ground in front of him. A flash-bang, how could I be so stupid?! Weaver cursed his own stupidity as his vision began to go from white to black and his hearing cut out. He dropped to the ground, probably as a result of stepping in a hole, and felt his rifle fly out of his hand.
Gradually, Weaver began to start making out shapes again. He could see his hands, stretched out before him, with increasing clarity now. The sergeant realized that he must press on now. Although highly disoriented, Weaver was able to stumble to his feet and pick up his rifle. He shuffled forward, acutely aware of the incredible ringing in his ears.
Weaver could see it now, just before him was the truck. He had managed to make it to his objective, despite being half blind and deaf. Feeling the cold metal against his skin, the sergeant slumped against the surface-to-air missile system and used it to prop himself up. He then surveyed the field.
The day was won. Weaver realized this with a start as his sight began to fully return. All around him were the bodies of his enemies, some huddled in a ball while others were spread-eagle on the ground. The sergeant felt a rough arm lift him to his feet.
"Sir!" said the voice. "The area is secure. We have the terries all eliminated. It's over. We have completed the objective!"
Weaver nodded, finally beginning to hear properly. He then lifted his radio and shouted into it the phrase he had been desperately praying to be able to say all day:
"This is Alpha Squad. We have captured the missile-system."
Nearly 7 kilometers north of his location, Maximusian forces began their assault on Freeborn.