The Drumming war (Closed)

[Zharconia]

This war fallows the corporate based empire of Reguleck and its invasion on Banoie, for raw materials, and to continue their imperialistic ways. If you are wondering about what are politics or military's are please go read our fact-books.

[Reguleck]

Operation Stingrey February 4, 2003. The Erosional assault fleet (Made up of eight Mistral class amphibious assault ships, nine Type 45 destroyers, and three Horizon class frigates) has met up with the Northern wall carrier fleet (Made up of four Invincible class aircraft carriers, three Braunschweig class corvettes, five Horizon class frigates) and formed a large triangle pattern formation (made up of three individual smaller triangles) Their first stage goals are to travel from the cold frigid waters of Reguleck's south sea to the clear warm waters of Banoie's south sea of Aloa' undetected. Then the merged fleet must separate and form many small rectangular box formation battle groups (except for the carriers and assault ships)
The reason why Aloa' was selected is because it is a primary resort style beach, meaning not much naval activity so not to frighten away any tourists, and its military is normally more inland, except for the occasional small military installation. However all of this must be done at a very fast timeline, due to the constant monsoon (Banoie's monsoon season is late December to early March) The fleet nor in formation sets of for Banoie (A 4,007 kilometre trip).

[Banoie]

February 4, 2003. 12:06 PM. At Banoie Island Assault Force Jungle second army installation, near the southern city of Kove. Inside the main mess hall.

Lieutenant Colonel (LTCOL) Adrien Wileson: *Standing near the serving line, holding a mega phone, places mega phone up to mouth* "1st Battalion listen up! Yesterday you made a mockery and spat on OUR glorious assault forces name, during yesterdays competition with the Federals, Marines, and those damned air force blokes, thanks to your actions we lost every event, how is that even possible?! As punishment I want you all to gear up, weapons and ammo included, then I want you to fill your packs with rocks, and I want you to go out to the Johnson beach line and begin a organised run in-front of all of those rich lazy tourists while chanting "we are the worst fighting force force in Banoie, and don't deserve to be soldiers" with rifle over head for twelve hours straight! Now get UP AND GO GO GO!!"

Most of the Battalion jumped right out of their seats or from their standing positions and piled out the front double doors, the rest slightly hesitantly stocked out. 1:26 PM. The soldiers are standing in large formations completely dressed and geared. (The Battalion is comprised of One thousand and ten men)

Lieutenant Colonel (LTCOL) Adrien Wileson: *Walks to a almost centre like area in-front of the formation, then presses the megaphone up to his mouth* "I hope you're all still sore from yesterday! Now begin the march, it's going to be nine point five Kilometres till the beach, NOW get GOING!"

(The beach line is thirty eight Kilometres long, for Johnson beach) The troop begins to march to the beach.

Lieutenant Colonel (LTCOL) Adrien Wileson: Appearance: Height: 5’9” Weight: 79 Kilogrammes Gender: Male. Race: Caucasian Hair: Dark brown, very short. Eye Colour: light brown. Age: 48. Wears: Disruptive Pattern Combat Uniform D.P.C.U (Auscam forest) Redback Terra Combat Boots (OD green) Weapons: Browning GP-35 Mk. III Hi-Power.
Lieutenant Colonel (LTCOL) Adrien Wileson: *Walks to a almost centre like area in-front of the formation, then presses the megaphone up to his mouth* "I hope you're all still sore from yesterday! Now begin the march, it's going to be nine point five Kilometres till the beach, NOW get GOING!"

(The beach line is thirty eight Kilometres long, for Johnson beach) The troop begins to march to the beach.

Lieutenant Colonel (LTCOL) Adrien Wileson: Appearance: Height: 5’9” Weight: 79 Kilograms Gender: Male. Race: Caucasian Hair: Dark brown, very short. Eye Colour: light brown. Age: 48. Wears: Disruptive Pattern Combat Uniform D.P.C.U (Auscam forest) Redback Terra Combat Boots (OD green) Weapons: Browning GP-35 Mk. III Hi-Power.

(For more details please take a gander at my military for colours and more)

[Reguleck]

On the Flag ship RNS Sampson (which is a Mistral class amphibious assault ship) at the bridge in the main communication relay room.

Commandant Francis Anian: *Standing* "Allow the rest of the fleet to know, that we should arrive within a time frame of seventeen hours"
Adjudant-chef Thomas Demarco: "Aye sir!"

The fleet was given thew time. 1:48 PM.

Commandant Francis Anian: Appearance: Height: 5’11” Weight: 83 KG. Gender: Male. Race: Caucasian, light tan. Age: 49. Hair: dark blonde, buzz cut. Eye Colour: Hazel. Wears: Central European (CE) pattern uniform, G.I. STYLE COMBAT BOOTS (Coyote Brown),

Adjudant-chef Thomas Demarco: Appearance: Height: 5’9” Weight: 78 KG. Gender: Male. Race: Native American Age: 31. Hair: Black buzz cut. Eye Colour: Light brown. Wears: Central European (CE) pattern uniform, G.I. STYLE COMBAT BOOTS (Coyote Brown),

[Banoie]

2:03 PM.
The Battalion sprints down a cramped narrow beach trail, with almost new wooden planks as flooring, the trail is completely surrounded by jungle. They then reach a opening which leads into one of the many resort beach changing areas.

Lieutenant Colonel (LTCOL) Adrien Wileson: *Jogging in-front of the battalion* "Keep your eyes focused soldiers, we aren't hear to googly eye the women!"

The Battalion makes it towards the front of the beach, after trampling rows of towels they made it to the front of the beach, they stand is a disorganised clump as Lieutenant Colonel Adrien Wileson stands in-front of them (they are aimed and looking at the beach)

Lieutenant Colonel (LTCOL) Adrien Wileson: "Stand head!" *He begins looking around* "Rifles over head!" *Inhales* "Now march to the far end of the beach, to the other end!"

The Battalion begins to jog to the other end of the beach and to the other end, while yelling "we are the worst fighting force force in Banoie, and don't deserve to be soldiers" As hundreds of tourists watch, laugh, or try to not pay them any mind.

[Reguleck]

11:08 PM. The merged naval fleet is on a steady course and should arrive in eight hours.

[Banoie]

1:03 AM February 5, 2003. Within the ranks of the jogging force.

Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: *Takes a deep breath, then exhales, slightly turns head* "Hey bra I can't take this shit, my lungs are going to burst ma', ya' know?"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: *Arms shaking* "I hear ya' mate, I can't hold this damn rifle, I think I also stepped in someones puke"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: *Comes jogging up* "Hey mates!"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: *Takes a deep breath* "Aye how come you still have so much energy?"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: "It's simple bra, I took out my plates, took out all my magazines except the one in my gun, left my handgun and most of my equipment back at base, also shoved my bunk blanket in my pack then layered it with a few rocks, Scott came up with it, he's a bloody genius, most of these blokes are doing it I tell ya', don't tell the chief though"
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: *Inhales then exhales* "Aye bra, if I could I'd wrap my bloody hands 'round your neck and squeeze until you turn purple, you stupid git"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: *Puzzled look on face* "What's wrong with you chap?"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: *Tightens grip on rifle* "I'll tell ya' whats wrong with him mate, while were logging around probably thirty-one kilogrammes of equipment and twenty-two of rocks, while you and god knows how many others are cheating"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: "Cheatin'? I'll have ya' know I ain't cheatin', I'm just thinking outside of the box, if anything you're all the bloody oaf's!"
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: "Bra, you're lucky my damn hands are on this stupid machine gun, otherwise I'd of ripped your bloody head of and shat down your neck"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: "ooh, I'm so scared!, mister tough guy over hear, I'd beat your arse so hard you dumb idiot!"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: "Aye don't start this shit! Wheres Jamie and Benjamen by the way?"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: "Uh I think I saw those two idiots lagging behind the line, because they didn't think outside the box"
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: "Don't call my brothers idiots!"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: "Aye, come down it was a damn joke"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: "Again both of you shut it! I'm having trouble keepin' my legs from caving in without having to deal with you two"

Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: Appearance: Height: 5’9” Weight: 76 kilogrammes. Gender: Male. Race: Caucasian, dark tan. Hair: Light Blonde, buzz cut, Facial hair: medium side burns (goes down to chin) Eye Colour: Cyan blue. Age: 23. Wears: Disruptive Pattern Combat Uniform D.P.C.U (Auscam forest), : Mk. 7 Helmet (with camouflage pattern helmet cover), One hole balaclava (Black) Revision Desert Locust Military Goggles (OD green) N/PVS-7D night vision goggles (Black) Hatch Operator HK Tactical Gloves ( Foliage green), BCS Plate Carrier with a HAVIC ASSAULT VEST (In camouflage pattern), BAE Systems SPEAR Cut NIJ Level IV Stand-Alone Hard Armour Plates, TruSpec Atlantco 3-Day Assault Backpack (In camouflage pattern), Redback Terra Combat Boots (black), S10 gas mask respirator (Black), USGI MILITARY-OEF-OCP- elbow knee pads (OD green), Weapons: Enhanced F88 Austeyr with ITL MARS sight (Body of gun OD green, metal parts are black. Sight is black), three F1 fragmentation grenades (Australia) (Foliage green), Browning GP-35 Mk. III Hi-Power (Body of the gun is silver, metal parts are silver, grip is black).

Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: Appearance: Height: 6’2” Weight: 89 kilogrammes. Gender: Male. Race: Caucasian, light. Hair: Black, buzz cut. Eye Colour: Dark brown. Age: 22. Wears: (Same as above) Weapons: F89 Minimi with Elcan M145 Optical Sight (Body of gun is black, metal parts of gun are black, sight is black) three F1 fragmentation grenades (Australia) (Foliage green), Browning GP-35 Mk. III Hi-Power (Body of the gun is silver, metal parts are silver, grip is black).

Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: Appearance: Height: 5’11” Weight: 77 kilogrammes. Gender: Male. Race: African, dark brown. Hair: Black, buzz cut. Eye Colour: Light brown. Age: 22 Wears: same as top. (except night vision goggles, plates, no survival equipment) Weapons: Enhanced F88 Austeyr (No optic) (Body of gun OD green, metal parts are black. Sight is black)

[Reguleck]

7:34 AM. The fleet arrives within twenty eight kilometres of the beach, the ships then disperse and reassemble into four rectangles, two on the side of the carriers and assault ships, one in the back, and the last covering the front. The amphibious assault ship bays open, then after it has filled with a reasonable amount of water, crewmen go down and begin preparing all of the (three) LCM (8) for each assault craft (One of them does not use LCM (8)'s however it uses two LCAC (Landing Craft, Air Cushion)

List of assault ships:
1: R.L.N.S Stockings.
2: R.L.N.S Silver.
3: R.L.N.S Twine.
4: R.L.N.S Luna.
5: R.L.N.S Gold.
6: R.L.N.S Marcus.
7: R.L.N.S Catapult.
8: R.L.N.S Zara. (This ship primarily serves as the fleets mobile hospital)

Once finished preparing, soldiers begin to set up in the Twine and Catapult, for leaving. (If you are wondering on how I am doing this for both of them, one LCM will have one MBT, then the other two will consist of two hundred soldiers each)

8:23 AM. The two LCM's carrying soldiers (For both ships) set off, towards the beach, the other LCMs with the MBT on it, sets off after the troop carrying one.

[Banoie]

8:50 AM.

Lieutenant Colonel (LTCOL) Adrien Wileson: *Sitting on beach chair watching them, looks at watch* "Alright lads you can stop!"

The unit then falls into disarray, many fall over without warning passing out, others flock to the ocean water, some splashing water on their face, others throwing up in the water.

Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: *Pants heavily, stumbles over to the ocean, bends down and throws up* "...Bra, I, can't breathe"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: *Laying on back* "I hear ya' mate"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: *Walks into the ocean, until the water is at knee level* " Man this feels good. Hey guys, come over here! The waters nice!!"
Benjamen Locke: *Jumps into the water head first* "Oh yes, this feels extraordinary ... like touching boiling water..."
Jamie Locke: *Walks up* "Does it really?"
Benjamen Locke: "Yep"
Private (PTE) Jamie Locke: "A-alright let me try!" *Jumps on top of Benjamen, then falls asleep*
Private (PTE) Benjamen Locke: "Hey get o-...ff" *Falls asleep*
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: *Walks over to Leroy* "Hey mate, I think the marines are gloating, I see some landing craft"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: "Meh, those wankers can go and fuck em' selves sideways"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: *Sits down next to him* "I hear ya' mate" *Nudges him* "Hey mate, we should throw lumps of wet sand at 'em, it would piss 'em off badly"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: *Smiles, then wipes eyes and sits upward* "It would show them, not to gloat" *Pulls up assault rifle, presses the release button and pulls out his magazine, looks inside and pops it back it* "Man I am not looking forward to the walk back"
Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: *Grins, showing his yellow smokers teeth* "I bet ya' we don't even get one hour of sleep"
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: *Walks up, and sits next to Leroy* "My eyes burn man, I forgot to close them for a couple of hours"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: *Chuckles, then turns and looks at him* "How, does that even happen?"
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: "I don't know bra, however I'm just going to lay down and rest"

Private (PTE) Benjamen Locke: Appearance: Height: 5’10”. Weight: 74 KG's. Gender: Male. Race: Caucasian, light tan. Hair: Black, buzz cut. Eye Colour: Hazel. Age: 18. Wears: Disruptive Pattern Combat Uniform D.P.C.U (Auscam forest), : Mk. 7 Helmet (with camouflage pattern helmet cover), One hole balaclava (Black) Revision Desert Locust Military Goggles (OD green) N/PVS-7D night vision goggles (Black) Hatch Operator HK Tactical Gloves ( Foliage green), BCS Plate Carrier with a HAVIC ASSAULT VEST (In camouflage pattern), BAE Systems SPEAR Cut NIJ Level IV Stand-Alone Hard Armour Plates, TruSpec Atlantco 3-Day Assault Backpack (In camouflage pattern), Redback Terra Combat Boots (black), S10 gas mask respirator (Black), USGI MILITARY-OEF-OCP- elbow knee pads (OD green), Weapons: Enhanced F88 Austeyr with ITL MARS sight (Body of gun OD green, metal parts are black. Sight is black), three F1 fragmentation grenades (Australia) (Foliage green), Browning GP-35 Mk. III Hi-Power (Body of the gun is silver, metal parts are silver, grip is black).

Private (PTE) Jamie Locke: Appearance: Height: 5’9”. Weight: 69 KG's. Gender: Male. Race: Caucasian, very white. Hair: Dark brown, buzz cut. Eye Colour: Cyan blue. Age: 17. Wears: (Same as above)

[Reguleck]

9:00 AM. The four LCM 8's hit at various points at the beach, the first two hit four metres away from each other near the Banoie soldiers (Only five metres away from them, the other two hit three Kilo metres down the beach, (four metres away from each other) And the two each with one MBT inside, have not arrived yet. The one closest to the soldiers, opens its latch door, the soldiers begin exit.

Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: "Alright chaps, everyone off, lets move!"
Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: "Move, MOVE!"

By this time all latch doors on all LCM's have open and the soldiers of each are poring onto the beach.

Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: *Looks to his left, then he comes to the realisation that the horde of bodies aren't civilians* "H-HEY, E-E-ENEMIES!!" *He quickly raises his FAMAS-G2 up to his head, and looks down the iron sights*

Without warning mostly all of the soldiers react in that form of that fashion. (Even though most don't have their weapon loaded)

Lance Bombardier (LBdr) Jacob Crojhar: "What do we do?!"
Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: *Inhales* "Keep come son, Chances are these are just fresh recruits"

Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: Appearance: Height: 5’8”. Weight: 71 KG. Gender: Male. Race: African, medium brown. Hair: Dark brown, buzz cut. Facial hair: black side burns, goes down to chin. Eye colour: Light brown.Age: 24. Wears: Central European (CE) pattern, SPECTRA helmet (with riot visor tinted black, with camouflages helmet cover) G&P Special Forces Goggles (tinted black, OD green) 65 L Army Assault Backpack (in Camouflage) G.I. STYLE COMBAT BOOTS (Coyote Brown) MSA Gallet RAV releasable assault vest (Coyote Brown) Plates BAE Systems SPEAR Cut NIJ Level IV, Military Knee and Elbow Pads ISO standard (The cloth part is Coyote Brown, then the shell is dark brown) Gendarmerie Gloves (Coyote brown) S10 Respirator, LC-1 US Military Pistol Belt (coyote brown) FAMAS-G2 assault rifle, M67 Fragmentation grenade (three) M18 smoke (one) Manurhin MR 73. (For the rifles the paint colour is Black, including the machine guns, Pistol the body is silver and furniture is black for any wood furniture it is a darker red wood, for things like the grenades, launchers and mortar body's it is a OD green)

Lance Bombardier (LBdr) Jacob Crojhar: Appearance: Height: 6’2”. Weight: 73 KG. Gender: Male. Race: Caucasian, pail white. Hair: Dark Brown, very short. Facial hair: light brown, small goatee. Eye colour: Hazel. Age: 20. Wears: Same as above.

Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: Appearance: Height: 6’0”. Weight: 76 KG. Gender: Male. Race: Caucasian, Light tan. Hair: Blonde, buzz cut. Facial hair: none. Eye colour: dark blue. Age: 26. Wears: Same as above.

[Banoie]

9:12 AM.

Lieutenant Colonel (LTCOL) Adrien Wileson: *Turns head, then his eyes widen* "Battalion, RISE!"

[Reguleck]

Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: "..FIRE, FIRE!!"

Quickly the men begin to dispense, into a better formation, the men already loaded with the charging handle pulled back opened fire, as others quickly load their weapons.

Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: "LINE UP on the beach, don't shoot each other damn it!"

[Banoie]

Private (PTE) Austin Caerwyn: "Shiite, Wher-" *Gets pushed back* *Hit by three bullets, one to the stomach, two to the upper chest*
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: *Quickly stands up lifting up his F89 Minimi, then he begins hip firing it, F89 is on his left side* "You stupid piles of fuck, DIE!"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: *Falls on his side, then starts blindly firing is F88, turns head to looks where Adrien Wileson is, he is slouched over on the chair with blood drizzling down his forehead* "Ah shit!"

Many soldiers ill equipped started to scatter, most ran towards the tree line, other tried to run for the water, most are getting gunned down.

Staff Sergeant Drake Bronwyn: *Runs over to Sinamoi's position, then kneels down, pulls out his GP-35 Mk. III Hi-Power pistol, aims down the sites and begins firing* "Oh are these Ass holes!"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: "I don't know!"
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: "I don't care, but bra, we can't keep the defence, mostly everyone is falling back!"
Staff Sergeant Drake Bronwyn: *Stops shooting, turns head and looks at him* "We CAN"T Fall back, Civilians could ge-AHH!!" *He falls forward, with marks of a shot grazing the right side of his neck, and a clear shot that penetrated his head*
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: "Hey, what?!" *Looks over and notices the blood* "Ah damn, DAMN, FUCK IT I'm OUT!" *Releases his magazine then inserts a new one, and pulls back on the charging handle, he then rolls on to his back, stands up and starts running for the tree line*
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: *Begins hyperventilating, looking at the enemies and then to the running Leroy, drops his weapon, and begins sprinting after him* "W-wait for me!!"

The beach area and water where they were training, is littered with many dead or wounded bodies" The ones that are left, fled into the tree line or surrendered.

[Reguleck]

Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: "Hold fire!"

Just then the one of the LCM's carrying the MBT hit the shore, three metres from the one carrying soldiers, the latch door opened and out came an AMX-56 Leclerc (Named Fossilize) it began to drive out, having problems with a large amount of sand on the beach, once it finally got out, the tank commander opened the 'outpost' hatch and looked at the carnage. By this time the men spread out, collecting the dead bodies of their fellow man, or just wandering looking at the enemies dead or wounded.

Quartermaster Sergeant (QMS) Harold Jretchohn: "Looks like you boys roughed these wankers up a bit!"
Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: *Walks to the front of the tank* "Aye, we did ... uh only lost fifteen, they lost a lot more"
Quartermaster Sergeant (QMS) Harold Jretchohn: *Sneers* "You shouldn't of lost ANY"
Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: "How were we suppose to know that there would be hostiles on the beach?"
Quartermaster Sergeant (QMS) Harold Jretchohn: "No worry, their puny forces have never seen combat let alone survive it, the rest of the boys will be arriving soon, don't disappoint me boy" *He then slides back into the tank, closing the hatch*
Lance Bombardier (LBdr) Jacob Crojhar: *Limps up, with goss wrapped around his leg* "Are you really going to let someone of his rank, talk down to you?"
Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: "He may be a lower rank, but he's me dad"
Lance Bombardier (LBdr) Jacob Crojhar: *gives him a Puzzled look* "Really?"
Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: "Aye, well step, I've never been able to impress that stubborn bastard, me real dad died by execution, refused to pay the government tax, apparently, he didn't want to give up his last coin to them, so he was sent away, and executed for high treason"
Lance Bombardier (LBdr) Jacob Crojhar: *Hm ..." *Places right arm around his neck* " My dad gambled all of our money away ... how 'bout we go find some nice ale"
Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: *Smiles* "I'm more of a logger type of guy"
Lance Bombardier (LBdr) Jacob Crojhar: "Nay, a little girl is what we are, let me guess you take sips"
Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: "Shut it mate, I ought to get ya' one of the best loggers you'd ever taste!"
Lance Bombardier (LBdr) Jacob Crojhar: "Aye, after we burn Banoie to the ground, you do that!"

Distant firing began.

Lance Bombardier (LBdr) Jacob Crojhar: "Looks like their moving up!"
Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: "Probably killing civies"

[Banoie]

10:02 AM.

Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: *Sitting down with hands covering face* "Ah man bra, I LEFT my brothers there!"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: *Looking behind tree* "It-it's going to be all right"
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: "Nah bra, I knew we should of gotten a transfer to Varris!"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: "Chill the fuck out mate! Now look 1st regiment is fighting them on the beach right as we speak"
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: "We're going to be thought of as Cowards!"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Leroy Sinamoi: "No we're NOT! Shut up we need to hook up with the first Marine armoured division"
Private Proficient (PTE(P) Nathan Locke: "I wonder if Austin's okay, I mean I never really liked him, but he was pretty funny"

[Reguleck]

10:12 AM.

Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: *Behind a flipped beach table, blind firing* "Get those damn armoured monkeys up this stupid beach!" Colour Sergeant (C/Sgt) David Nescreol: "Aye!" *Sprints off towards two stationed AMX-56 Leclercs, the Fossilize and Trend. Once he quickly approaches them, he runs to the back, where the crew was sitting, after he tells them, they climb into their various positions in the tank, and alert the other crew from the other tank that they need to move up*

10:20 AM. The Leclercs begin moving forward, giving suppressive fire with the main coaxial gun.

Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: *Sprints to the table that Thomas is ducking behind, the crouches* "Hey!"
Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: "Yeah!?"
Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: "When does the real invasion start?!"
Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: "Dunno, but it should be soon!"

[Varris]

10:38 AM. At Droughe Air force base, set up very close to the ocean front in the east, closest city is Cooper (which is one hundred and two Kilometres North, the closest town is Dronghale eight kilometres North. The Air base has five buildings and thirty hangers of various sizes on it, two barracks (Each two story's high, with fifty five dorm rooms in each barracks, both are aimed East and are directly next to each other, then a Central command nerve station directly in the middle of the base, it was three levels and towers twelve stories off the ground. Right next to it, is a one story mess hall (To the north of the command nerve) Finally towards the north at the entrance to the airfield, is a combination building, two stories high, on the second story is completely dedicated to a infirmary, the first story, is a combination supply area and armoury. This Base has three runways, two on opposite ends of the base bordering it, one made larger for transports and cargo aircraft, the other for fighters and smaller craft, then there is one in the front, (Pointing east) also made for smaller craft. completely lining each air strip are hangers, except for a special few that lay on the base.

In the first barracks, second floor dorm thirty five.

Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: *Kneeling down, shaking Nikolai rapidly* "Wake up!"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Nikolai Afanasi: *Pulls covers over head and turns* "G-go leave me alone"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: "No, do you know what time it is?!"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Nikolai Afanasi: "Time for you to get the fuck out"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: *Stands up* "Fine, just wanted to let you know it's past ten"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Nikolai Afanasi: *Sits up right* "What!"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: "Yeah time to get the fuck up, sleeping beauty"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Nikolai Afanasi: *Rolls out of bed, then tosses blanket back on bed* " Oh fuck mate!" *turns at him* "Do you know what I did with my pants?"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: *Rolls eyes* "Aye, you're wearing them dumb ass"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Nikolai Afanasi: "Fuck you"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: "Now if ya' hurry, maybe the eating hall will have some left over waffles"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Nikolai Afanasi: "Okay, just uh just get the fuck out and let me get ready will yeah?!"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: "Sure thing princess" *Walks out, closing the door behind him, leaned back on the wall near the door, pulls out a package of cigarettes, from his left bdu pant pocket, opens it, pulls out one, closes the package and places it back in his pocket, then from his right pocket pulls out a metal 'flip lighter, and lights his cigarette, then takes a large puff from it*
Junior sergeant Aleksandra Lavrenti: *Walks up* "What are you doing here?"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: *Takes cigarette out of mouth* "Waiting for Nikolai, he slept in per usual"
Junior sergeant Aleksandra Lavrenti: "Well okay, So what been new with you?"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: "Uh, nothing much" *looks at cigarette* "Uh do you want a huff?"
Junior sergeant Aleksandra Lavrenti: "Not right now"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: "Okay" *Begins looking at the ceiling*
Junior sergeant Aleksandra Lavrenti: "Well, I have to get going, some newbies just arrived and I uh I have to babysit, so ... see ya'!" *Begins walking away*
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: "Bye!" *puts cigarette in mouth and begins to breath in and exhaling the smoke from his nose* Gefreiter (Gefr) Nikolai Afanasi: *Opens the door, and walks out* "Well I'm set, hey do you know what I did with my gameboy?"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: *Talks while cigarette is in mouth* "No I haven't seen your stupid outdated gameboy"
Gefreiter (Gefr) Nikolai Afanasi: "Well shit, guess lets get going"

They both begin to walk down the left hall way towards a section of elevators.

Gefreiter (Gefr) Anton Daryush: Appearance: Age: 22 Hair: Black, very short. Facial Hair: sideburns, goes down to chin, black. Eye Colour: Dark brown. Weight: 77 Kilo Grams. Height: 6’2” Race: Caucasian, pale white. Gender: Male. Wears: Vz.2007 "Forest" Battle dress uniform. M77 combat boots (Black)

Gefreiter (Gefr) Nikolai Afanasi: Appearance: Age: 22 Hair: dark blonde, short, spiked. Eye Colour: Cyan blue. Weight: 69 Kilo Grams. Height: 5’7” Race: Caucasian, pale white. Gender: Male. Wears: Vz.2007 "Forest" Battle dress uniform. M77 combat boots (Black)

Junior sergeant Aleksi Lavrenti: Appearance: Age: 24 Hair: Dark brown, medium, goes down to neck. Eye Colour: Dark green. Weight: 51 Kilo Grams. Height: 5’10” Race: Native American, light red. Gender: Female. Wears: One color full OD green Battle Dress uniform. Danner 42980 Striker II GTX 8" Military Boots (Black). Belt: ULTRA FORCETM POLICE BELT (Black) Weapons: Grand Power K100 (Body of the gun black, metal parts are black)

[Banoie]

12:09 PM. Two Banoie marine LAV III's pull in to Farris 49 air field (Varris air base) after showing clearance, they pull in towards the hospital, once they pull up right next to each other the crew of both vehicles gets out and opens the back hatch styled doors. The carried marines get out and begin to equip their gear.

[Varris]

12:10 PM.
Junior sergeant Aleksandra Lavrenti: *Walks up to the group of men, looking at a clipboard, once she walks up she pulls down the clipboard and begins speaking* "Alright, so you group of trigger happy idiots want to become medical corpsmen, or my term battle surgeons. Well in any case you've come to the right place, now most of you have agreed to start the three year training proses, most of you will not pass, however the ones that do will be recognized by most of the lands as being some of the best medical physicians in or out of the military" *Pulls back up clipboard and places a pen tip to it* "Now in name order please give me your experience in the medical field and why you want to become air corpsmen*

[Banoie]

The marines begin to form a "zig zag" formation.

Private Proficien (PTE(P) Andrew Avoult: *looks up* "Ma'am I have two in a half years as serving as a medic for the marines, I desire to become a Corpsman to become the best, and after my military career is over I know that there will be work for me!"
Private Proficien (PTE(P) Calvin Aghrostal: "I have been a medic for six months, I want to save lives not comfort them till' they die!"
Private (PTE) Eric Drolph: "I have been a medic for three weeks, Before I joined the military I was a Surgeon technician and I would like to advance my knowledge on medicines and the human body!"
Lance Bombardier (BDR) Fredrick Krusenm: "I uh I have only been frontal infantry! And I would like to enter the medical Field!"
ivate Proficien (PTE(P) Henry Vrolts: "I have been a medic for five years, and I would like to expand my knowledge!"

Please keep in mind I will not give a description for anyone at this current moment I would like to waste some off and what not.

[Reguleck]

Private (PTE) Ivan Bretch: "I have been a medic in the Royal Legionary Rangers for eight years. And I would like to be known as one of the best physicians in my division!"
Bombardier (BDR) Jerry Bretch: "I have been a medic for ... four days, and I want to make something of my life!"
Private (PTE) Larry Jreb: "I have been in mechanised infantry for twelve hours! Then i saw my closest friend joining here so I fallowed!"

I will do the same with my characters.

[Lordrhan]

Deux plongée Dassault Rafale nez vers la plage, chacun tirant un missile Storm Shadow EG-SCALP.

[Reguleck]

12:32 PM. One of the missiles hits the front of the beach effectively killing forty-five soldiers, wounding twelve, and eliminating a AMX-56 Leclerc.

Conductor (Cdr) Erick Goran: *Sitting behind a flipped beach table, shielding his eyes* "Wh- what the fuck was that!?"
Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: *Crouched, holding a transistor radio* "Fuck did Banoie get it's shit together!?"
Quartermaster Sergeant (QMS) Harold Jretchohn: *Runs up to Thomas* "Sir, what ever hit us heavily weekend the west beach defence we need to get on the horn and tell 'em!"
Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: "I don't think that was Banoie, why would they fire at their own line?!"
Quartermaster Sergeant (QMS) Harold Jretchohn: "Maybe it was accidental?!"
Officer Cadet Thomas Danilo: "What ever it was it's making them fall back some!"

[Banoie]

12:32 PM. The second missile that hit hit directly in the centre of the Banoie beach defensive line killing sixty-nine soldiers, wounding twenty-four and destroying three M113AS4's. With burning bodies scattered along the middle section and charred vehicles this effectively sent the entire beach defensive line (made up of two-hundred and twenty five men a companies worth into full withdrawal.

[Lordrhan]

12h40. Comme les deux jets tourner vers le haut et s'envoler, tourner à gauche à 80 degrés d'angle, les deux pilotes ont commencé à parler les uns aux autres.

adjudant Andrew Phelps: "Ah oui, encore une frappe réussie!" adjudant-chef Jérémie Aymeric: «Arrêtez obtenir arrogant, c'est votre première fois" adjudant
Andrew Phelps: "Première fois à chaque fois!"
adjudant-chef Jérémie Aymeric: * Rires * «Bon, revenons à l'artisanat" Phelps adjudant Andrew: «Je pourrais aller pour un peu de thé"

Les deux avions, tourner et retourner au porte-avionsat"