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Post by thegunny on Sept 7, 2008 19:41:28 GMT -5
OOC: Pretend I'm stepping back a moment... this is to Jones, from before Wallace got into the Humvee
Wallace looked at the staff sergeant and shouts
Any second now marine! Mount up and stand by! C.O is present and accounted for now! We're about to head out! ---------------------------------- OOC again I am giving Rising Star another day before I advance the storyline. This will be the last time we wait, since this is seeming to be too frequent of a situation.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 9, 2008 17:03:38 GMT -5
Out of every headset, radio, and into every man and womans ear in the convoy boomed the familiar voice of Captain Brown
Column, adVANCE!
The driver in the lead vehicle looked at Wallace who looked back andnodded. Wallace sat back and laid his head back against the seat, a number of things running through his mind, one of the things realizing that all of their work for the past half decade or so was coming together and about to finish up here and down. The Driver turned and leaned out the left side drivers mirror and stuck his arm out prominently, making hand signals to be seen and passed on down along the column, and then pulling himself back in and rolling up the window. "Column moving" was the signal he conveyed. Without another moments delay, the Humvee, already fired up, lurched forward and started to roll forward towards the compounds vehicle exit/entry checkpoint/gate, which they had been idling out in front of from the start. The gate was already opening but barely opened as the first Humvee squeezed in between and then increased speed greatly, driving away from the semi-permanent makeshift compound and into the open Iraqi expanse of sand and ol derricks, making its way along a dirt trail before the trail disappeared into the expanse, and they were relying totally on the map. The village was close yet it wasn't. They were taking an unexpected route, a wide open desert route, while the rest of the forces attacking will be coming from known U.S military bases, positions, areas, routes, area of operations, and over the more developed/urbanized/populated areas. The Humvee column would have been hard to miss if they were facing developed countries with air forces and orbital surveillance networks, but they were facing just a bunch of 3rd world-rate insurgents with a bunch of WW1-WW2 era weapons, who wouldn't know what hit them. Wallace remembered the one thing the "all-knowing" Drill instructor Martinez had told him on Parris Island to deal with apprehension before a big fight like this. "Polish your f***ing boots s**thead." Wallace might not have the proper gear for it, but he could improvise... Improvise with what you have where you are. So he took out a bandanna and leaned over, spitting on his boot and starting to shine it, focusing his attention on it instead of what may lay ahead as best he could.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 11, 2008 18:45:23 GMT -5
OOC: Tap tap tap, wake up?
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Sept 11, 2008 19:47:41 GMT -5
(Hard to advance... need more posts...)
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Post by thegunny on Sept 12, 2008 22:15:36 GMT -5
OOC: The Terrain that we're passing by is your call Paradox, if you want to call it out and fight us here if you want. Tell me on MSN if you just wanna pass this.
At least an hour passed. As the practically non-existant dirt trail turned into something that could finally but hardly be called a road, the city started to come into sight more and more. It was still a ways away but it was apparent--- they'd be there with a half hour as the max before go time. As if on que, rotor blades joined the numbing-ever-present roar of the machines, the national guards Stryker's keeping pace effortlessly a quarter of a mile behind the Humvee column. The rotor blades were apparently to ever man who could look over a marine light attack helicopter squadron with its full compliment of 8 AH-1Z super cobras coming in, forming up the vanguard of the air power put at the disposal of the strike force. They were certainly going to be more then the MH-6 little birds and UH-60 black hawks the rangers and delta force operators in Mogadishu had, but a black hawk down scenario was entirely possible. They too, had been expecting to be "in and out". 5 more UH-1N Huey's armed with GAU-17 machine guns and 2.75 inch rocket pods flying a bit farther east and mid-way between the strike force and the other, nearest main attack force as a reserve being prepared to dispatched to anywhere being requested. They had an entire marine light attack helicopter squadron practically under(or more like above) their fingertips with the rest of their mobile-strike force, and as promised, yet more air power to come. Doubtless, AC-130's were standing by with AWAC's being prepared to be ferreted out amongst the combined coalition forces with plenty of attack aircraft, bombers, and more attack aircraft to be called into play. Air power was their biggest advantage at the moment, and the coalition forces were d**n stuck on beating that advantage with a dead stick. Airpower alone though will not assure a victory... there unknown variables are by far great, and helicopters are very vulnerable to ground fire. Volleys of RPG fire and stinger fire could effectively blunt any attack aircraft thrust, and ground based triple-A's could shred them just as well. As the briefing said, this could all be expected
Wallace reached with his hand, effortlessly clicking off the safety on his rifle and bringing it up from instead of laying lazily in his lap, to being a much more ready to fire position. Wallace barked out loudly, trying to be heard by everyone
20 MINUTES! WAKE THE HELL UP OR GET THE HELL OUT!
When he meant get the hell out, he meant jump the hell out cause theres no room for you in this vehicle or in "his" corp. Army. Guard unit. Air force. What ever the hell you were in. He looks over his shoulder but not over the seat, the journalist being seated behind him, and shouts again
If we're getting raked with gunfire, just get down! Your pictures aren't worth dying for, is that clear?
Captain browns voice boomed into eve[ry man and womans headsets
ALL UNITS! LOOK ALIVE! We're entering the A.O(area of operations) right now, I want everyone to stay frosty and look alive. The air power will help us out but they won't be winning the fight for us. Us ground pounders are what win wars, not the chopper jockeys. We all keep plowing through, that is our policy. Keep this convoy rolling rolling! A combat dismount is our DEAD,,,,,, LAST,,,,, RESORT. Oorah? Hooah? What ever the hell you say?
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Post by Colonel Jones on Sept 13, 2008 18:12:34 GMT -5
Summers waited for the command to move out from the Humvee in front of his. The driver was PFC Salazar, and he knew when to start driving. Once they started moving, he watched as the gates in front of them had opened and he glanced at the other Marines and soldiers that were staying at the base. When they were clear of the base, Summers looked back and nodded "Get the rest you need if you can. The things are loud as hell. I want you guys ready once we get there." The men nodded and laid their heads back and closed their eyes. Summers looked back ahead and closed his eyes and started to drift off into his sleep. He hadn't gotten very much sleep in the past week, knowing that his wife back home was having a baby sometime during the week.
Suddenly, He heard the sounds of choppers above them. His eyes shot open and he leaned forward and looked up. He saw a chopper on either side of them and a few ahead of them with other Humvees. "Salazar...How long have I been asleep?" Summers asked.
"About an hour, sergeant." He said. Summers looked over his shoulder and saw the squad sleeping still. He would let them sleep until they got there.
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Cool Breeze
Zombie Hunter
"We can never let our sins pass on to the next generation"
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Post by Cool Breeze on Sept 14, 2008 9:17:05 GMT -5
Vanessa sighed and yawned a bit, stretching her legs and arms as best she could in the confined quarters of HMMWV. She shook her head, and looked around. They were speeding through the desert, and she knew it was time to ready up. She heard the Gunny barking in her headsets, and barely listened in as she shifted her body so she was farther from the window, as she raised her M16A4 and rechecked it cautiously, ensuring the magazine was in tight, and a round was readied in the chamber.
Vanessa was the medic, so most often she'd be told to say at the rear of the convoy during an attack, as insurgents had a tendency to hit the first few vehicles first, to block the convoy from proceeding, and move their way back accordingly. More often than not, they wouldn't even get that far. But Vanessa knew better than to take things on chance. The first vehicle was always the most vulnerable. IED, RPG attack and even small arms fire could easily knock this vehicle out, and leave everyone inside sitting ducks to more attacks. She'd seen it before, and hoped it didn't happen today.
She shook her head a few more times, to get the drowsiness out, and snapped her mind into ready mode, scanning the endless desert for any signs of hostile life, so far, none.
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Sept 17, 2008 7:56:03 GMT -5
The landscape sets a theme of pro-war Iraq. The sand dunes seems to sweep over small buildings crudely designed out of huts and other semi-barbaric fasions. A few temporary buildings have also been forged out of pure steel although the purpose of thse buildings still goes unknown. From your viewpoint, you could see a few females and children walking around the grounds holding baskets and signing a foriegn tune. The females wear face masks for the most part while the children bare little ways of hiding thier form.
A strange voice comes over the squads radio...
" American... turn back now. Forget about your duty. Forget about your mission. Leave with your lives... These people will suffer a terrible fate.
Return to your family."
The signal would cut out as quickly as it appeared.
The people would pay absolutely no attention to the convoy that was barreling toward them. A quick eye would notice that somthing was indeed not right with this picture at all. Although, the women in children seemed to act as if nothing was wrong... You would begin to wonder... " Where are the men?"
A pilot screamed out at the top of his lungs...
" Where the hell did that RPG come from?!?!?!?!?! Ground support, we have no visuals of the attacking units. They have got to be dug in... My radar systems seem to be failing. They are jamming us faster than we can shake em' off! Eyes and ears boys... From the looks of it... Oh my god they....(STATIC)"
A explosion was set off to the left flank of Air-Support as what seemed to be discharge from a Rocket Propelled Grenade tore directly into the vehicles hulls, destroying the central control system and sending the helicopter into a complete whirl out. The helicopter would gather flames and make direct contact with the vehicle to its direct left... sending them both into a out of control posture that would eventaully lead to a horrific crash landing into the sands below. The hulls of these vehicles are left in blazing ruins in the North Sand Bank.
On the grounds three squads of seven people per squad would walk out into the open armed with the stated Assualt Rifles. The troops would then duck behind a few scattered rocks and other stones to begin a assault run upon the convoy with rapid bursts from thier weapons. They would take thier time aiming the weapons and performing standardized sweep techniques over the ground porton of the convoy to cause a little more chaos among the already fluttered covert ops team. Bullets would tear into the side of the vehicles, causing minimal damage and quite a bit of unneeded noise to try and force the convoy into combat.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 17, 2008 18:46:11 GMT -5
Wallace blinked and started to bark out "How the hell did you get on this frequency?" before he started looking around in surprise. Probably every person in the convoy was. Wallace was already starting to bring his rifle up into a slack shooting position, partially aiming it out the window, scanning the people surrounding the convoy along the road. This looked like every ambush, and more... the civilians didn't even notice them, or tried to seem like it, and there were no men present... although at times there was the problem of lack of women, but both are rather suspicious...Then the exclamations of the pilot came into their headsets. Wallace barked out before the pilot had even finished speaking
SAFETIES OFF! WEAPONS FREE! IF YOU SEE SOMEONE WITH A GUN OR A TUBE, BLAST EM! DON'T HIT THE WOMEN OR CHILDREN THOUGH! REPORTER! GET DOWN AND STAY DOWN!
As soon as men in sight came out, with assault rifles, Wallace raised his rifle and fully aimed his rifle out the window. He clicked the rifle onto burst fire, the Convoy speeding up and speeding by at a faster speed. The bullets hit the sides of the up-armored Humvee's, some of the Iraqi's firing ahead of the vehicles for them to drive into them. Wallace didn't fire yet. He was preparing to fire. An eternity passed that turned out to just be a second before he finally decided to pull his rifle back out and roll the bullet proof armored glass up, keeping his rifle at the ready to be snapped up into a firing position again as he sat even lower in his seat.
Everyone, belay that! Windows up, button it up! Knuckle down and speed the hell up!
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Post by Mikey on Sept 18, 2008 5:46:40 GMT -5
Mikey ducked down and used the turrent on top of the humvee from the assult. He counted to three, not because it was how long the fire would last, but how long he would allow himself to crawl up and hide. He reached three and snapped up, grabbing the handles of the chain gun in front of him. Gritting his teeth at the bullets that pinged inches from him, he held the trigger and sprayed .50 caliber rounds from the gun's three barrles.
As ordered, he kept the fire away from the women and children, who had mostly run for cover. Instead, he kept toward the flank opposite the way they were going. The rounds tore holes in the road and sand around the men while a good portion found targets and tore holes the size of quarters into the fronts of the targets, and holes the size of pumkins out the back.
His face was a mask of discipline, but in his mind he was afraid. Afraid he would never get to see his home or loved ones. This was by far the worst ambush he had ever been in, and it had only been going on for a matter of seconds. Already two choppers were gone. He heard the order to tuck in and run, but he didnt follow it. Mainly, because if he ducked down into the vehical, they would have no fire coming from their hummer and they would be an easy target. Also, an order from Wallace was one he wasnt much interested in following anyway. He kept the fire going with no pause, watching the targets get bigger in front of them. The way he thought of it was the targets were just getting easier to hit.
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Post by Gunman543 on Sept 18, 2008 6:06:51 GMT -5
Nick had a tight grip on his AA-12 as the RPG went off, and still kept panic off his face as the .50 cal on the Humvee's roof opened fire, muffled by the headset he had put on, and imagined the enemy who was shooting blown apart by the .50 cal rounds. He had been about to open the window when the override order came to keep windows up and the Humvee picked up speed.The reporter ducked down, but he kept braced for sudden rocking motions or, he prayed wouldnt happen, the Humvee being blown on its side.
Of course,if the RPG hit right, he probably wouldnt have time to register it. The lead vehicle usually was either the most in danger, or in some cases, the safer. Either way, Nick kept away from the windows and prayed for his life as the vehicle sped forward, bullets pinging off the Humvee and causing more noise as the .50 cal was firing. Hopefully,the .50 cal would keep any hostiles with tubes down and from firing their explosive packages. Either way, Nick hung on and waited until he was needed to blow something up or do something more than hang on tight and get shot at.
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Cool Breeze
Zombie Hunter
"We can never let our sins pass on to the next generation"
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Post by Cool Breeze on Sept 19, 2008 8:00:46 GMT -5
Vanessa ducked back as a cloud of dust blew in the window she was next to. She felt some harder rocks ricochet off her helmet and vest, her goggles were now completely covered in dust, she brashly cleaned them off with her left sleeve, sitting back up straight and shifting her body, so she was facing more towards the window, her back resting against the center platform of the HMMWV. She raised her M16A4 to fire, but thought better of it at the last second. At the speed they were going, she'd never hit anything. Not to mention firing from a moving vehicle was inaccurate and dangerous, considering the civilians.
Vanessa simply pulled as far into the HMMWV as she could, and tried to make herself a small target should any insurgents get a lucky shot. She kept her M16A4 aimed at the window, but her finger was outside the trigger guard, but she had the safety off in case things got overly heated.
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Post by Colonel Jones on Sept 20, 2008 14:01:33 GMT -5
Summers heard the voice over the comm links. All of the sudden, he heard a pilot yelling into the mic. He shook his head "This is going to get bad guys. Look alive squad. Salazar, don't lose sight of the Humvee in front of us." Salazar nodded and sped up as did the rest of the convoy. One of the squad members, Johnsen, got onto the .50 cal on the Humvee, but Shapiro pulled him back down "Are you retarded?! You're going to get shot if you go up there!"
Suddenly Salazar was looking around in a bit of a confused manor. Summers looked over at his driver and spoke "What's wrong? Where's the rest of the convoy?" Salazar looked over at Summers and looked a little worried "Um, Sergeant...We lost the convoy. I got a little freaked out and took a turn early. Now we cant get back to them unless we turn around, but the street is too narrow. If we go in reverse, when we get to the convoy, they would have to stop and wait for us to get back in...Even if they didn't stop, we would be sitting ducks. What do we do?" Salazar stated.
Summers looked around "Just go strait, we'll find a way back to them." Salazar nodded and continued to drive. Summers was looking out the window at all of the building...Hopefully the enemy wouldn't ambush them. Staff Sergeant Jones to rolling convoy, do you copy?" Summers asked over his radio.
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Post by thegunny on Sept 20, 2008 16:41:24 GMT -5
The driver as ordered "Put the pedal to the metal", the Humvee lurching forward even faster. As trained, and now ingrained in their minds, the following drivers successively followed the acceleration and matched the vehicle in front of it. Brown echoed Wallace's orders but put more detail to it
EVERYONE! MINIMIZE CASUALTIES AND STAY DOWN, PUT THOSE THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS PUT TO UP ARMOR THESE HUMVEES TO USE! Gunners! Fire at will, minimize your risk, but lay down suppressive fire! Fend them off. Everyone, continue to advance and accelerate! Just like the rush to Baghdad! Straight through and to the target! PUSH!
Trio's of gunmen were obliterated as the MK.19 gunner's skillfully lobbed their 40mm grenades into their midsts and knocked them out. The .50 cals knocked them down and out as they sped by. T.O.W's remained silent except for when an enemy was in cover. The rear of the convoy, the National guards Strykers, kept pace with the group but not nearly in as much as a vulnerable position because of their armor, and the fact that their machine guns were controlled internally. Brown issued his orders to the chopper crews
PULL BACK! PULL BACK! Don't expose yourself to their jammers or their fire! Its only a scattered platoons worth of militia! Circumvent the enemy A.A positions you are aware of and just stay in the air! What ever you do, do NOT get shot down. Stand by for sortie requests rather then needlessly expose yourself if you are not sure whether you can survive there or not.
Brown then added without radio to people within his Humvee, to the marine force recon acting forward air observer present
Contact the nearest A.W.A.C and get a Sit-rep for any available wild weasels and figure out whether they would do any good... contact the C.S.A.R teams on stand by as well, the pilots may still be alive...
Brown looked away and moved on from then after giving his orders to the forward air observer, knowing that they could do nothing themselves for the downed aircraft.
The convoy on the ground rumbled on through and zipped towards the city limits, beginning their entrance while they left the welcoming party in the dust
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Post by #+h3 M!$+3r P@r@d0x on Sept 22, 2008 18:55:28 GMT -5
Just a Few Feet Before the City Limits
The vehicle would be followed by a brigade of "Unknown" vehicle armed with nothing more than the run of the mil M 16 Carbine attached to the top railing of the vehicles. The vehicles would fire what seemed to be warning shots in the direction of the convoy. These warning shots would eventually lead to another few "Unknown" vehicles pulling to either side of the convoy in a attempt to block the entire group in. The "Enemy" seemed to be acting far more non-hostile at the moment as they politely tapped the side of the vehicles with a controlled amount of force... pushing the all-terrain vehicles into the deep sands near the roadside. The gun men that rested at the M 16s kept thier fingers at ready on the weapons, barking random phrases in a nearly muttered tone back and fourth. The "Lead" vehicle was marked with red lining... a picture of "Serpent" represented on the side.
Three "Unknown" men would appear to each side, nodding with little emotion shown across thier masked faces. Thier TMP machine guns would come into play when pointed directly at the convoy, the numbers game being in play. That old saying, " Out Gunned But Never Out Manned" would be used for this type of situation.
After the men stepped out, a loud voice came over a intercom from the side speakers on the vehicle...
" Welcome... Intruders..... These men will allow you to leave under one condition... I know your mission. I know your agenda... I know all of this in the name of " The Great Being" ... Please make sure to use extreme caution against those bearing this great "GIFT"... ehehehehe... would not want vile ungrateful Imperialist Pigs... such as all of you to become aware of the "Great Gift" and its beautiful counterparts..."
The men surrounding the vehicles clicked all of thier weapons in unison.
Another radio transmission comes across the frequency within the confines of the vehicles in the convoy...
" My name is Agent Richard S. Daniels... My location is in what would seem to be a butcher shop here in the city. If anyone hears this relay, I want to let you know that thier are still people very much alive in the city. I will be heading to the bunker... I'm not sure if anyone will pick up this weak signal due to the jamming process of these sick bastards... but rest assured... they are no longer human... Someone or Something is controlling thier bodies... I have no other way out of the city but the entrance... but from what I here... that will no longer be usuable due to a major sandstorm that was scheduled to appear two months ago... I know why they ....STATIC)"
The sands begin to roar with a thunderous echo sprayed the surrounding area with thick layers of sands. Quickly wiping the guards that stood at the base of the vehicles off of thier feet, random mutter was spoken in a gargled tone as the vehicles began to pour away from the area into the city... A mighty roar could be heard in the distance as a massive clump of sand assumed the shape of a tentacle... the tentacle quickly wrapped around one of the unknown vehicles and consumed it into the bottom of the area...
Inside the Vehicle.... Trooper #224: Anthony Bates
" What the hell? Who the hell was that and why the hell aren't these guys blasting away at us. It'd be like shooting fish in a freaking barrel. Glad your gunny back thier, that Mikey kid, has some balls on em' or we'd be blasted to holy hell and back."
Trooper #341
" What the hell is wrong with this climate? We were not aware of a sandstorm anytime soon. Wait... Is that thing alive?"
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