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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Nov 18, 2008 7:59:58 GMT -5
A somewhat secure area, the Othon Hotel remains open to house military personnel. It has seven floors and decent quality rooms.
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Feb 25, 2009 21:23:20 GMT -5
The convoy of transport trucks parked in the courtyard of the hotel as the giant gate they passed through closed behind them. The whole perimeter around the hotel was surronded by ten foot tall concrete walls, complete with sentry guards, that seperated the hotel from the rest of the chaotic city. Inside the perimeter there stood a giant empty water fountain that had been drained of all water and had instead been replaced with sandbags and machine gun nests pointing towards both gates.
The front of the hotel had also been heavily fortified, many of the windows on the first and second floor had been boarded up considerably and the whole front of the hotel was cushioned with sandbag barriers with plenty of troops behind them. Marcos lifted himself out of the jeep and on to the front lawn of the hotel as the rest of his men unloaded the weapon crates and carried them towards the hotel. Marcos stood on the lawn watching the scene unfold in the midst of the flood lights that poured over the lawn from the sides of the building.
"General," Marcos said turning backs towards the jeep, "we have plenty of empty rooms for your men and a special suite for you set up on the seventh floor. Many of our men have either died fighting for the cause or turned their back on it, so there are many empty rooms for your men to rest. But, there is still work to be done friend, lets get these weapons secured and we can all get that well deserved rest."
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Feb 28, 2009 14:50:25 GMT -5
Brezhnev nodded as he moved towards his troops as they began to unload the weapons crates into the building. The soldiers moved into the lobby of the hotel with Brezhnev in the back. As they placed the crates on the ground, they opened them up to show the contents. Brezhnev reached into the first of the crates and held up an assault rifle.
"AKS74U rifle...." he said, as he removed the bannanna clip and handed both rifle and magazine to a South American soldier. He moved to the next crate and took out a shotgun. "SPAS 123 gauge combat shotgun...." the next, "Dragonov Sniper rifle...and plenty more where they have come from." Brezhnev finished the display as he turned towards Marcos.
"Once we have a more secure landing zone, we can begin shipping in armor, heavier weapons, and more troops." Brezhnev said, as he looked at the WWII era weapon one of the South Americans had. "Time to bring your cause and your fight to the next century."
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Mar 4, 2009 19:35:51 GMT -5
Marcos took one of the AKS74U's out of the crate and examined it. It was in perfect condition compared to his battered and rusting Thompson. He slung the rifle around his back, stuffed four magazines in his pockets and handed his old battered Thompson to a soldier standing next to him. He took off his black face mask and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Even though the wool mask was incredibly hot he was forced to wear it into battle and during rallies. It was all just a device to hide his identity. Not for himself, but more so for his seventeen year old daughter, Alisa. The problem with his daughter would be dealt with at a later date. Even though she was a high priority in his life he had to fight for the cause first because that was the only way to get her back. He pushed the thought of his daughter to the back of his mind and focused on the situation at hand.
"Tome las cajas por las escaleras. Ir rápido," Marcos shouted to his men laying around the lobby. The men immediately hopped to their feet and converged upon the crates, picking them up and moving them all towards the basement. "Our main armory is located in the basement as well as our garage. If your ever in the mood for a old weapon to shoot we certainly have many to spare." Marcos said to Brezhnev.
"Now friend," Marcos said walking towards the elevator, motioning Brezhnev to follow. Once they were both in Marcos his the number seven button and the lift began to accend. "I'm not going to deny the fact that we need more supplies immediately. As an American once told me 'Morale is a b*tch'. That has never been more true than now. My men are leaving the cause to join the drug cartel for better food."
The elevator stopped and Marcos stepped out and walked down a long hallway littered with extravegant paintings, gold wallpaper and doors. The scenery inside this hallway was much more different than the boarded up lobby downstairs. The two walked towards the end of the hallway to a door guarded by two guerrila soldiers. Marcos walked past the to nad opened the mahagony door to reveal a neat little office inside. A giant mahagony table sat in the middle with a large brown leather chair sitting behind it. Two chairs sat in front of the desk while the walls to both sides were covered in bookshelves. Behind the desk was a rather large portrait of Che Guerra, put up to distract visitors from the boarded up window hidden behind it.
"Now we need to disscuss how we should go about establishing a landing zone for our equipment," Marcos said sitting behind the desk and leaning back. Marcos liked getting straight to the point, but once things were out of the way, familiarities could take place. "There is a small base about three miles North from here. Several men under the pay roll of the drug cartel are stationed there. But, the main purpose in taking it would be to gain control of the four helipads inside as well as the trucks and equipment to help transport the weapons here. What do you think?"
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 5, 2009 10:07:02 GMT -5
Brezhnev sat in the chair as Marcos sat in his. The General had to admit, things looked grim. Soldiers abandoning their posts for better food, weapons, money. But, it could be worse, a lot worse.
"There is a small base about three miles North from here. Several men under the pay roll of the drug cartel are stationed there. But, the main purpose in taking it would be to gain control of the four helipads inside as well as the trucks and equipment to help transport the weapons here. What do you think?" Marcos asked, as Brezhnev eyed the portrait at the boarded up window.
"I say we go in during the early evening, daylight lingering only for a few more hours. At that time they would more than likely be changing guards. We hit them fast and hard. My troops leading the assault, yours holding the rear. We kill them all, man, woman, and child. Even if they were once with your cause, they are no longer...they are the enemy. We send the cartel the word that their is new orders coming....and their days are numbered."
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Mar 8, 2009 17:03:01 GMT -5
Marcos nodded his head in agreement. The prospect of killing the children though formed a tight knot in Marcos's stomach though. As a father he loved his children, hell he was a family man before all of this even happened. He didn't like the idea of mowing down innocent children but then again most children he had seen in some of the Cartel's outposts over the age of seven had been carrying some sort of firearm. They knew any decent man wouldn't fire at a child, thus is the reason there were so many at each outpost.
"I like the idea," Marcos said "We need to bleed the Cartel white. Every person not for the cause must be destroyed friend. I'd hate to admit it but even the child soldiers must be...killed. They have taken to many of my men over the past few months. There can be no room for morals anymore. It's kill or be killed out there."
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 11, 2009 9:24:55 GMT -5
Brezhnev smiled as he stood up from his seat and moved over towards Marcos. The General put his hand on the man's shoulder as he spoke.
"You think like me....in the end, you and I shall see to it that the necessary evils are taken care of, that for the betterment of our people, we get some blood on our hands." Brezhnev stepped back on the other side of the desk as he spoke.
"The world will soon be free of this plague, and who will be the heroes? Men like me.....and you, comrade. Men of action, men who know what is necessary to restore the natural order....all be it the natural order that we see fit."
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Mar 22, 2009 11:07:01 GMT -5
"I see your point friend," Marcos said and sighed before turning around "Now, since we have tommarow planned and im sure your tired from the days events Rico will show you to your room down the hall. Its the only suite not filled with junk."
After Marcos finished his sentence the door opened and a man stood ready to take the general to his quaters.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Mar 25, 2009 7:05:38 GMT -5
"Of course." Brezhnev replied, as the door opened. "I shall see you tomorrow, then."
The General moved down the hallway, following Rico. In the upper halls of the building, soldiers, no a more fitting term would be a hodge podge of armed civilians and military personnel, moved about. He wondered how many of Marcos' men had seen real combat, fought side by side with other proud warriors on the field of battle. How many had died there on the forgotten fields of honor and duty? How many more would die on the battlefield of today, a field filled with both human and non-human threats?
Arriving at the his assigned room, Brezhnev entered in and saw that hte accommodations were above what he had expected. The bed was large, the room was cooled, and the windows were boarded up. He took off his tactical gear and looked at himself in the mirror. His one eye glared at the battle scarred body that looked back at him. Decades of fighting for people and causes had taken their toll on him. Staring into the mirror, Brezhnev felt his age for the first time ever. Time was not on his side, and he knew that soon, Death's cold grip would encase his soul, but he had far too much to accomplish before then.
"If I should die in a combat zone, then I shall be truly blessed." Brezhnev lamented, as he headed off to sleep.
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Post by Troubadour on Mar 31, 2009 4:45:18 GMT -5
The heavy panting of the Polish soldier was smothered in the sound of five guns blazing. Despite his fatigue he did not stop, his boots continued to press into the dirty streets. They barely knew their direction, they had tried to catch the attention of the convoy that had passed them ,but had failed. They were ambushed by a horde of infected.
Five men, that was all that was left of the dozens of the First Foreign Legion Special Forces Group. They were covered in blood and all injured ,but like true soldiers they pushed on. A need to survive pushed them forward.
"Tire marks go right!" The American Sergeant shouted as the group shifted right, the horde right behind them.
They could see a hotel, with guards, vehicles, and a gate.
"We're the First Foreign! Open the gate!" He shouted, he knew Brezhnev and the Russian soldiers were in there somewhere, but where. The guards out front only spoke Portuguese. They didn't understand them, they only raised their firearms and opened fire.
The group quickly jumped behind an abandoned car, bullets whizzing around them and the horde enclosing. All we've gone through and now we're going to be dead. Leto thought with a laugh. The horde grew closer, his magazines finally dried up. He knew he was done, but he wasn't going to be eaten alive. He drew his pistol and after firing a few bullets into the horde he turned the gun to himself. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
"Captain Leto Jorek?" He could hear being shouted to him, in a Russian accent.
"F***ing yes comrade! Get out here and help me!" Leto yelled back.
"Soldiers bring the First Foreign in!" The man yelled.
Russian and Brazilian soldiers rushed out to cover the mixed-nationality group. The relieved men ran for their lives as bullets whizzed over their head as the moans of the infected slowly went away. As they reached the safety of the inner complex they all collapsed on the ground. All of them laughing hysterically.
Medics rushed around them to check their vitals and check them for bites. Bandaging them up.
"Are you all right Captain?" The Lieutenant he had communicated with earlier asked him.
"Yes, Lieutenant. Can you please summon the good General for him. Tell him his reinforcements are here." Leto said and began to laugh, wiping sweat and blood from his brow.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on Apr 1, 2009 8:43:00 GMT -5
Brezhnev snapped awake at the knocking at his door. The General quickly opened the door to see one of the South Americans.
"Some more of your men have arrived...." the soldier said. "They say they are with your First Foreign Legion."
"I see." Brezhnev replied. "I shall be right down."
Brezhnev dressed and moved down stairs to see that Leto and his men were being attended to by medical staff personnel.
"Comrades!" Brezhnev said, as he moved towards Leto. "It is good to see that you are still among the living. I thought surely that you were taken when you were not at the grouping area. We must have just missed you."
The soldiers looked like they had ran through Hell itself. The others in Brezhnev's troop looked at the foreign soldiers, men who they had thought of earlier as merely dogs of war, with a new found respect. Maybe they believed as fervently in their cause as they themselves did.
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Post by Mr.Revenge on Apr 2, 2009 21:13:18 GMT -5
Marcos sat staring at the map laid out across his desk before him in a strance like state. He thought of different scenarios and how to effectively fight through them. For example if the demons from the woods would, for some odd reason, show up and inturrupt their attack on the base. Marcos's trance-like state was inturrupted when a knock came at his door. He looked up to see Rico enter.
"Commander," Rico said standing at attention near the door. While his posture wasn't quite up to par with one of Brezhnev's men he did well, considering he was never in the military before. "More of General Brezhnev's men have arrived at the gate sir."
"Good, get them medical attention and some food. We need everyone we can get for tomarrow." Marcos said
"Yes sir, anything else?" Rico asked stepping towards the door.
"Yes, get our mechanics to go over our flatbeds again and make sure everything is good to go. Last thing we need is to break down before we get there. Hopefully they'll hold out until we can get new vehicles from the Russians."
"Yes sir." Rico said then exited the room leaving Marcos staring at the map once more. Thinking of more scenarios as the night dragged on.
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Post by Big Boss, Lord of Light on May 4, 2009 10:08:11 GMT -5
Seeing that Leto's men were tired from their journey to the hotel, Brezhnev left them to their own devices. He left word with one of the South American soldiers to inform them of their activities the next day. Till then, Brezhnev needed his rest for their assault tomorrow. The Russian soldier headed back to his room to sleep.
The explosions rang out in the night air. The soldiers covered their heads with their arms as shrapnel rained down from above. The desert sand was littered with chunks of men and smoldering armored vehicles.
"General! Comrade General!" a voice shouted.
"I wasn't here..." Brezhnev said aloud. "This never happened."
As he said this, the sound of moaning and wet movement began to fill the air.
"Weren't you? Weren't you by your men dying the sands of the wasted efforts of our Motherland?" asked the voice.
"No....this never happened....this engagement....this isn't real."
"It is as real as it gets, Comrade. You should have died like a good soldier with your men."
The zombie shouts echoed in the area as the wounded and frightened Russian soldiers were overrun and slaughtered. Brezhnev closed his eyes as their hands reached for his body-
The General awoke with a shock and cold sweat. He looked around and found himself in the bedroom that his host had given him hours earlier.
As he got out of the bed and dressed, as sharp knock came to his door.
"Yes?" the General inquired as he finished putting on his BDU. A Union officer entered the General's room with a salute.
"Comrade General, we have recieved word from a group calling themselves the Reformed United States has requested a meeting with you, sir." the officer said quickly.
"Reformed?" Brezhnev questioned aloud.
"Yes, Comrade General." the officer continued. "They are stationed out of Hawaii....they seem to embrace a socialist ideal much as our own, Comrade General."
"Hmm...and they contacted us..."
"I can have transport ready for you, Comrade General, if you wish to attend."
"Of course....inform our South American cousins that the brunt of our forces shall remain here....I shall be taking with me a small guard force...." Brezhnev replied.
"Of course, Comrade General." the officer said with a salute.
After gathering together the men needed for the trip, Brezhnev's transport arrived to take him out of the city and towards Hawaii.
*Gen. Brezhnev is now at the RUS Base*
OOC: I know it's kinda cheap and jumping the shark....but it will have to do for now.
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