09-25-2023, 07:57 PM
Cpt. Darren of the Acadian Special Forces was dying.
It had happened very quickly. The mortars had started raining down on the Green Zone, and he and his team had quickly moved to secure the Acadian Embassy and keep the civilian staffers safe. They'd called in reinforcements, though with no base within Huenya proper, the response would be hours out. He and his team would have to hold out until they arrived. It had started well enough. Within the first few minutes, all they really had to worry about were the mortars. They hadn't been too accurate, or perhaps had been focused more on other targets. Only one had struck the compound on the fourth floor of the building. Thankfully no one had been hurt.
That changed pretty quickly once the attackers stared massing in the streets outside the Embassy. He had sniper teams on the third floor, and they had engaged them as they commenced their assault. He ahnd the rest of the special forces team assigned to guarding the Embassy had quickly laid down suppressive fire as best they could, trying to keep the Golden Blade from breaching the compound. It had worked for a time, and many of the enemy had fallen in the assault. But, simply put, there were more of them than he had troopers. They were outnumbered at least four to one. Possibly more. It was hard to tell from the chaos of battle. Acadian troops were well trained, special forces even more so. But they simply hadn't been equipped to deal with this many attackers.
They were even less equipped to deal with the terrorist packing a rotary grenade launcher. He'd blown a hole in the wall near Cpt. Darren's position, riddling him with shrapnel. He went down, concussed and losing blood quickly. He could barely register what was going on around him. All he heard were the strangely muffled gunshots and shouts of alarm. Through bleary eyes he spotted Golden Blade entering the building.
Elsewhere, John Ritagowski, ambassador of the Federation of Greater Acadia threw himself to the floor as bullets flew in the room. The guards fought back as best they could, but were overwhelmed by the men who soon entered the room.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!!!" Shouted a man in heavily-accented English. The staffers and diplomats in the room were roughly manhandled to their feet and cuffed.
The man who shouted earlier adressed them when they were all brought before him. He spoke the words that sent dread through John's heart.
"You are now prisoners of the Golden Blade. You will comply or you will be harmed."
It had happened very quickly. The mortars had started raining down on the Green Zone, and he and his team had quickly moved to secure the Acadian Embassy and keep the civilian staffers safe. They'd called in reinforcements, though with no base within Huenya proper, the response would be hours out. He and his team would have to hold out until they arrived. It had started well enough. Within the first few minutes, all they really had to worry about were the mortars. They hadn't been too accurate, or perhaps had been focused more on other targets. Only one had struck the compound on the fourth floor of the building. Thankfully no one had been hurt.
That changed pretty quickly once the attackers stared massing in the streets outside the Embassy. He had sniper teams on the third floor, and they had engaged them as they commenced their assault. He ahnd the rest of the special forces team assigned to guarding the Embassy had quickly laid down suppressive fire as best they could, trying to keep the Golden Blade from breaching the compound. It had worked for a time, and many of the enemy had fallen in the assault. But, simply put, there were more of them than he had troopers. They were outnumbered at least four to one. Possibly more. It was hard to tell from the chaos of battle. Acadian troops were well trained, special forces even more so. But they simply hadn't been equipped to deal with this many attackers.
They were even less equipped to deal with the terrorist packing a rotary grenade launcher. He'd blown a hole in the wall near Cpt. Darren's position, riddling him with shrapnel. He went down, concussed and losing blood quickly. He could barely register what was going on around him. All he heard were the strangely muffled gunshots and shouts of alarm. Through bleary eyes he spotted Golden Blade entering the building.
Elsewhere, John Ritagowski, ambassador of the Federation of Greater Acadia threw himself to the floor as bullets flew in the room. The guards fought back as best they could, but were overwhelmed by the men who soon entered the room.
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE OR YOU WILL BE SHOT!!!" Shouted a man in heavily-accented English. The staffers and diplomats in the room were roughly manhandled to their feet and cuffed.
The man who shouted earlier adressed them when they were all brought before him. He spoke the words that sent dread through John's heart.
"You are now prisoners of the Golden Blade. You will comply or you will be harmed."