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PW Direct Action - Operation Violet Wings

Postby New Emmerian Coalition » Sun Jul 26, 2015 2:46 am

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Task Force Atlas - Direct Action Mission


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Firebase Epsilon - ISAF Takistan Group

Operation Map

“Alright everyone listen up; there’s a situation in southern Takistan that requires our immediate attention.” Lennox called to the room of operatives. “Approximately 6 hours ago, Takistani insurgents working with the Prophet shot down an ISAF C-130 en route to the Coalition’s Bagram Air Force Base. On board were a number of VIPs and Aid Workers. We don’t know how they got past the F-16 Escorts, but last reports given gave intel on enemy Mig-29s in the area.” He tapped the map on the projector in multiple sectors. Dusty stepped forward.

“ISAF has since deployed a QRF garrison to the location, but they’ve been stalled at the crash site and face heavy resistance. The VIPs are nowhere to be found, but recent broadcasts by the terrorist cells confirm they are alive; and the clock is ticking.” Dusty informed the group, “ISAF Helicopters have been unable to get close to the location, thanks to a number of anti air guns Ivan left behind since his time in the suck.”

“You’ll be inserted in one of two locations – the dry river bed by APC or Insertion Alpha. Alternatively, you could be inserted via MH-X Stealth Hawk at Insertion Point Bravo. Keep in mind, Insertion Bravo is speedy but dangerous, the chances of you taking fire are almost certain, so be absolutely sure you’re packing some medical supplies.” Lennox insisted, “There will be heavy fighting spread out across that entire area, and so far, there are no reports of enemy armor but keep aware for it; lord knows how well supplied these bastards can be.”

“There’s a number of ISAF Commandos on the ground; you’ll be helping break the stalemate and rescue the hostages. Be cautious of human shields, it’s possible the Insurgents have a few ‘dummies’ involved. The standard ‘Atlas Shrugged’ will take care of that however. Alright, clock’s ticking gentlemen, additional information will be located in the briefing packet. Dismissed; go kick some ass.” Dusty dismissed the group, crossing his arms as they left the building and went to their
respective vehicles.

Available Assets


Close Air Support is Available

A-164 Wipeouts and MH-60 Helicopters available for strafing runs.


Artillery Support is Available

Germanian Mortar Teams are on Standby.


CASEVAC is Available

Any personnel wounded or mortally wounded may be airlifted out. (Caution – CASEVAC may be shot down. Make sure to clear an LZ and administer first aid if necessary.)


Force Recon is Available

ISAF Marine Regulars and M1A2 Abrams are on Standby for tasking. (Deployed via CH-53E to Insertion Bravo with Cobra Gunship support. Will not be available unless heavy losses occur.)



Hazards


Opposing Force has Anti Air Capability

ZSU-23-4 Anti-Aircraft Guns are located around the village.


Opposing Force has Cavalry

6 Enemy Technicals were located by UAV Surveillance, engaged with ISAF. DSHK Armament.


Opposing Force has Long Range Capability

Snipers have taken position in the village, there is one known anti material rifle in their possession.


Opposing Force has Aircraft

Possible HIND-D in area. Be Cautious.


Opposing Force has Reinforcements

Local Villages loyal to regime will deploy reinforcement as necessary; don’t try and kill them all. Clear the area and evacuate the hostages, get them back to Bravo for Extraction.


Extraction


Insertion Bravo

Atlas V-44 Tiltrotors will extract all friendly forces.



Mission Threat Level

This is an Extremely Dangerous Mission. Casualties are to be expected.


OOC: Briefing Reading is Mandatory.

Atlas - Status - Green

“Atlas 1-1 Actual, reporting here.” Locke said over comms, from Insertion Bravo. “Fighting has died down, I say again, fighting has died down. Clear for Operation Go.”

“Roger that, Atlas 1-1, we are Mission Start.” The pilot of the MH-X Stealth Hawk responded, “We’re goin’ in everyone.”

The helicopters began their descent into the area, each holding a full compliment of Task Force Atlas personnel. Already, the mission got heated. Bursts from an anti aircraft gun ripped past the aircraft, causing the pilots to utilize evasive maneuvers to avoid it.

“Atlas 1-1, what the Hell?! I thought you said the area was safe!” The pilot growled into his headset, still dodging AA fire.

“Never said it was safe, they must have been waiting. You stop now they’re going to hit you again; we need to hit them now!” Locke called in once more, “I’ve got unidentified AA guns in the distance and I need the rest of the teams for a strike!”

“You owe me a beer.” The Pilot grumbled, and beginning to unload Atlas personnel.
ISAF Commandos pinned down at the C-130 began returning fire, drawing the opposing force’s attention to them, rather than the helicopters. They utilized short controlled bursts from their carbines, and used specialized scopes to root out enemy positions. A firefight soon broke out between the two groups. The ISAF Commandos were battered from hours of fighting; the Bradley IFVs which had gotten them there were steaming piles of smoke, thanks to a number of RPGs disabling them.

The C-130 crash site provided ample cover for the time being, and the Commandos utilized it to their advantage.

Across the way (Grid Ref C-12) , ISAF Commandos engaged in fierce close quarters combat with militants who had managed to make their way to the structures on that edge of the dried river. At least 18 militants holed up in the first building (C10) alone, with more steadily reinforcing their position with RPKs and more grenade bandoliers. 7 ISAF Commandos valiantly held their ground in the two buildings north of that location, but they would need Atlas to relieve them soon; they were extremely low on Ammunition, and their Carl Gustav had been disabled in an RPG blast. Their M320 Grenade Launchers were in short supply, and they had to ration their HE Grenades. An M240b gunner within the houses managed to suppress most of the enemy action for a brief period, but in between reloads, they were peppered by AK fire.

The UDT/SEAL Team had infiltrated just before Atlas’ arrival, and stayed behind with a number of ISAF regulars dispatched to support the commandos. Two large buildings concealed the small force for a while, with short exchanges between insurgent snipers and Frost occurring every so often. Two misguided airstrikes by the ISAF regulars later, and they soon found that the Insurgents had been employing human shields in their operation. The village had a large amount of unarmed civilians hiding within, and the militants exploited them as much as they possibly could. ISAF would never fire on civilian targets.

Locke was charged with recon of the area, and radioing for the Atlas QRF/RRF when the fighting died down enough or the ISAF Commandos advanced. Though the Helicopter pilots had trouble, they would be able to land relatively safely. Insertion Alpha would have a much easier time; they were being deployed by Stryker IFVs. Hopefully they’d arrive in time to support the pinned down Commandos in the buildings near Grid Reference C-12.
Once the word had reached the main Atlas force that it was time to move in, Locke and his team gathered their gear and moved south, to Grid Ref F-13. Two large empty cargo crates provided cover, along with a desolate shack to their west.

They held their position there and gave supporting fire to the ISAF commandos pinned at the C-130 crash site. Frost scanned the area with his scope. The Militants in this area were well equipped, utilizing old soviet technicals and machine guns, as well as brand new Kalashnikov rifles, and even a few polymer/ceramic combat vests. It was obvious the Prophet had supplied this group. Odyssan uniform pieces were prevalent as well, and it was possible that the Migs that downed the ISAF F-16s belonged to them as well.

Whatever was going on, Atlas had an objective. Rescue the HVTs in the Village at ANY cost. Command was reluctant to tell them, but it was clear these individuals were of extreme importance to ISAF’s mission in the destabilized regions of the world. And, it was another colossal piece in the puzzle of locating the Prophet, who had alluded Atlas many times before.

“Be Advised, all Atlas Personnel, enemy is using human shields. Watch your fire.” Lennox called in through comms. “We cannot authorize air strikes on the village. I say again, we cannot authorize air strikes on the village. Try luring Opposing Force into the open.”

Opposing Force - Status - Engaged

"Come brothers! The infidels are trapped!" A young militant called, standing atop a technical. "Let us shed their blood upon this land today!"

He was met by a cheer from the other young men following him. The technical he stood on started up, and began its drive into the battlefield. It stopped abruptly, jolting the young men standing in it forward. They were hesitant, or possibly drugged, and it took a few moments for them to recover. Once they had, however, they let out a fierce battle cry, and charged forward into battle. They fired their Kalashnikovs rapidly, hardly ever stopping to aim, until they reached hard cover. (C-8)

"Look! They brought more aircraft!" One called from a rooftop, before he was silenced by an ISAF bullet.

"Ahmed, get the rockets! Ahmed!" The young man called back to an older man, trained veteran of the regime.

"I've got them! I've got them!" The militant on the DshK called back, beginning to fire short bursts at the distant aircraft.

"Save your bullets! Make sure the ground troops don't get closer!" The man was chastized.

More militants rushed forward with Kalashnikovs, most wore standard chest rigs, and some even wore soft armor. They more well equipped and trained insurgents stayed back, taking shots from afar and preparing for the inevitable close quarters firefight that would occur in the village. Many rushed back and forth from the houses, bringing RPGs, Ammunition, and even machine guns to fortify each position. They wanted to make sure they had the upper hand when it came to the fighting. Even further back, elite mercenaries from the Prophet's private military stood guard over the VIPs. They were deviously clever, hiding false VIPs in some of the houses, and rigging them with C-4 to kill the Atlas teams when they brought them to extraction. These men were the most dangerous; their equipment was brand new and well kept, and their armor was clearly on par with that worn by some of the Atlas teams.

With Mohandes out of the picture, the Prophet was careful to plan his next moves. He knew Atlas would go after him now, and he knew they had gotten smarter. However, he also knew he could thin their numbers quite easily. Day after day, he planned various operations to capture and kill important figures in Atlas' operation. Today, however, things went wrong. Mohandes had leaked information about his PMCs being stationed in various fanatical regimes. ISAF was able to prepare its commandos for an engagement with highly trained individuals; rather than the usual militia force they were used to. Word soon spread of the Prophet's operation weakening, though any dissenters were quickly... silenced. However, distrust grew amongst the ranks of the regime in Takistan; if given a chance, they would surely strike to slit the throat of their benefactors and his forces.

Approximately 32 Insurgents were located in the ruins in front of the village alone. Snipers were included amongst their group. (B-6, B-9 and C-7)

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Postby Inquilabstan » Mon Jul 27, 2015 3:19 pm

Rafeeq Amin sat in his seat unquietly, leaning forward, his fingers strumming on his rifle. "I don't get it Boss. Why the hell are we going to shoot up a few dug-in muj? This is some line-jawan type business."

"Well, these muj seem to have pinned down some firangi commandos and shot their PCVs to shit, so they must be better than our pahari bakaris." Sergeant Palash Dara was equally uneasy. These were trained fighters opposing his squad, not your run-of-the-mill idiot high on opium. If they could fight conventional forces, commandos at that, they weren't to be taken lightly. "Alright, so once more for clarity's sake, here is the plan as it stands now. We will disembark on the far bank of the river-bed and move back along it to the building near two shipping containers. A group of Emmerian SF are gathered there. We will set up positions in the basement and if need be, dig into the floor. If we have any luck, there will be a basement or elevated floor. Sitaara, and Dhuma will continur further down and set themselves up in the far building."

"Dushman unhaim mara nahin janata ki kya zarurata hai, Saathi?" muttered Private Banerjee, a small grin on her face.

"Ji Komrade."

As the MRAP that carried the squad came to halt, the Inquilabstanis steeled themselves for battle. Exiting the vehicle, the soldiers arranged themselves into a crescent, facing the village. The intensity of the ensuing firefight was immediately apparent, the crack of gunfire filling the air. To the east, several plumes of smoke revealed the fate of the Green's transport. "Yah Allam. What the hell are these people armed with?" thought Dara to himself. "Jaldi Chalo. Let's go." Moving in a dispersed file, the troopers moved quickly towards the dry-river bed. Traveling directly southward, they utilized the buildings before them as cover from snipers and stray bullets. As they climbed down into cover, an explosion rattled their helmets against their skulls. Moving at a controlled pace so as not to kick up dust and reveal their position, the Inquilabstanis made their way eastward to their allies position. Raising his hand, Dara signaled for his troop to come to a halt. Quickly moving up the bank, he assessed the scene around him. Before him was a large stone building riddled with bullet and shell holes. Clearly, this wasn't the first time the village had seen the ravages of war. Nevertheless, it provided sufficient cover, and it was safe for his comrades to move forward. Scattered around the building were men in advanced combat gear, their helmets obscuring their faces. "Come on, this is it!" he called back down to his men. Turning to the Emmerian soldiers, he signaled one, and addressed him. "I am Sergeant Palash Dara of the PSRI. I must speak to your senior officer."
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Postby Die Erworbenen Namen » Mon Jul 27, 2015 10:51 pm

((You're off by a little bit, man))

"Comms check, Comms check." Vladimir pushed his hand to the side of his face, pushing a small mic to his lips, and speaking into it. His ear piece gave him the feedback of what he said, and decided to wait for the others to reply. Red and Blue leader, and the teams, reported in and then shut up for the rest of them. Vladimir was satisfied with the results, and decided to continue on to brief his team. "Alright, you shithead comrades, listen up! We'e currently Overt here, and the target point is crawling with tangos. We'll be heading in for Grid Ref point Foxtrot 13, just about 40 meters from us! The second your boots hit the ground you double time it to the point! Understood?"

"SIR, YES, SIR!" The reply came loudly, filling the cabin. Vladimir smiled as he looked around the cabin of the helicopter. The noise of gunfire suddenly filled the air, and their heli began to shake violently as the pilot began to evade the oncoming fire, jostling the soldiers. This was not going to be an easy misssion. By no means would it be. The red light suddenly came on in the cabin and everyone nodded with the realization of what was going to happen.

"Alright, Tovarishch! Masks on!" Vladimir shouted into the comms, and the soldiers reached over and clipped their black gas masks on, placing their goggles on. They began to receive their tactical HUD, and looked around to check it. They saw their marker down on their map. As Vladimir slammed his fist on the door release to open it, he shouted out "IN THE EMPEROR'S NAME..."

"WE ARE THE DEATH KORPS, AND WE SHALL KNOW NO FEAR!" The response came. In a few short seconds, the group jumped out of the side of the helicopter onto the ground. Their exosuits absorbed a hefty amount of the drop, and they instantly began sprinting as fast as they could towards the objective.

"Son of a fucking bitch... They lit our chopper up!" Johnson shouted out, looking up. The ZSU had ripped through the fuel tank of the chopper and lit it up, crashing it down in a fireball. Sarge swore as the others looked on, before continuing to sprint forward.

"Tovarishch, eyes off the chopper. Arik! Heel!' Vladimir ordered, and his wolf, Arik, sprinted up to keep up with him, staying on his right. Their target was only forty meters away or so, and they got there in no time, Johnson being the first one to get there, sliding behind the shack ((I have no idea what those things are at the edge of F-13...)) as the rest of the team followed up behind him.

"Tovarishch Commissar, I've got info on status from Atlas 1-1. Squad, tangos are using body shields!" Samson reported as he slid in behind the shack, holding his assault rifle in his hands. On his back was the medical equipment he used, as well as a PDW clipped into the side. He looked around and, still on the ground, nodded to Vladimir. "Atlas 1-1, this is Captain Samson. Der Kriegsjäger is in position at Foxtrot 13. We have visual on you, Tovarishch, over."

"Roger that, Tovarishch. Robin, get me sights on the AO! Rogers, we need you and Johnson to get ready to roll out. Ed, set up an MG here!" Vladimir ordered, and moved backwards, walking crouched. Ed and Robin opened the back door of the shack and slowly began moving into it, with Ed putting his gun up on one of the windows, crouched down so he was underneath it. Robin took out one of his scopes and got into a position on one knee, looking out into the area with it as the rest of the squad settled in behind the shack, watching the Emmerians who were at their cargo palettes.
The beatings will continue. Regardless of morale.

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Postby The GAmeTopians » Tue Jul 28, 2015 11:08 am

A GAmeTopian helicopter made a separate, very rapid descent towards Insertion Alpha, seeing the gunfire and taking evasive action as it dropped. The six members of Squad Romeo prepared to slam open the side door, and jump out. The chopper slowed around 10 feet from the ground, and they quickly slammed open the door, jumping out. They crouched as they hit the ground, letting the armor absorb most of the shock. The helicopter zoomed back into the sky, leaving them to the fight.
"Locke, this is Squad Romeo's Captain Swallow. We have made a successful insertion at Alpha, and will proceed to Grid Ref. Charlie 13 in order to assist the ISAF commandos there. We will proceed South from that point, incapacitating resistance forces in our path. We will await orders then."
Captain Swallow gestured to the others, and they set off on a steady jog towards the two houses.
"Soldiers! This is Captain Swallow of Squad Romeo, Atlas Special Forces. We are here to assist, do not open fire."
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Postby New Emmerian Coalition » Tue Jul 28, 2015 11:52 am

Opposing Force - Status - Heavily Engaged

“Ahmed! Ahmed!” A veteran came crashing out of his house, and running towards the DshK. Barely avoiding the ISAF Commandos fire, he managed to get to one of the DshK gunners outside. “The infidels have landed heavy forces! We’ve taken their helicopter, but you need to hit them while you can!”

“Yes sir!” Ahmed called, pulling the charging handle on the DshK and loading a fresh belt of 12.7mm death. “Where do I fire?!”

“The crates! Strafe the crates! Hassan and his men are about to fire their grenades upon them!” The Veteran yelled, motioning towards the shipping crates across the way.

Ahmed nodded, shaking a bit as he pulled the Dshk forward, unleashing hell upon the area. He looked to another gunner in between bursts.

“Target the crates!” He shouted, pointing towards the far end of the battlefield. “Let our brothers focus on the ISAF infidels!”

More Insurgents rushed from the village, focusing their fire on the downed C-130 to prevent the ISAF forces from getting a shot on the Dshk. The younger groups and more novice parties had begun to die out in the fierce fighting. Now the second wave, comprised of more trained individuals, had begun its assault. They were targeting the two ISAF positions, as well as launching RPGs at the Atlas insertion point. The Technicals focused their fire on the crates; whoever was behind them was bound to have a very bad day.

“Kareem,” A Veteran in the village came out of his house with an RPO-A launcher, “Ismael has demanded we use some of these to even the playing field as they bring in their specialty forces.”

Kareem looked at the man with a hint of disgust.

“Does he not believe we are capable of dealing with this threat?” He sighed. “Issue them to the veterans, do not use them unless the infidels make it to the ruins.”

“I have targets descending from another helicopter!” A sniper called on the radio. “I’m going to attempt to neutralize them, I’ve loaded API rounds in my rifle.”

A lone sniper peeked out from one of the buildings far south of the C-130. His name was Kadin; he was a former international marksman who arrived in country to assist the regime. He was known for taking out rival special forces snipers, and used a tuned soviet sniper rifle as his main weapon. Sitting across from him, however, was a 20mm Anti Material rifle. He was an expert, he’d fire, nail someone, then switch positions. He was a phantom on the battlefield. He wore specialized garb which hid him from the advanced HUDs of the enemy special forces; this was his fifth year in the country.

To him, this was just another Special Forces group to add to his name.

He scoped in on the leader of the armored forces (Captain Swallow) and pulled his trigger twice, aiming roughly near the throat area and expecting a chest shot. After he fired his rounds off, he quickly disengaged and moved to the secondary hiding spot he had set up. A secondary sniper near him would take the blame for the shot, and suppress the area even more with continuous Dragunov fire.

“Time to play.” Kadin smirked, arriving at his secondary position and loading a new magazine of AP-I rounds.




ISAF - Status - Need CASEVAC

“Ah fuck!” One of the ISAF Commandoes screamed has blood splatted over his uniform, his partner falling to the ground clutching his neck with multiple more visible wounds across his body. “This is Werewolf 1-2, we’re taking HEAVY casualties! Where the Hell are you guys?!”

Dragging his partner behind the C-130, he pulled a Gerlach Stim unit out, and foamed his neck up to stop the bleeding. They were running dangerous low on medical supplies; a small group of bodies sat behind the C-130 as well. Some were dead, others mortally wounded. One’s Armor Chassis barely hung off his chest. Werewolf raised his ACR and fired a burst at the insurgents. He couldn’t see through the dust being kicked up by all the firing.

“This is Winchester 2-3, I’m reporting heavy casualties from Charlie-11, we’re pinned by enemy machine gun fire and our 240 gunners are down! I repeat, our 240 gunners are down! Requesting immediate support!” Winchester 2-3 called in from the foremost ISAF controlled building. “I’ve got wounded and they need immediate attention!”




Atlas - Status - Green

Locke was alerted as a helicopter was shot down over Bravo.

“Shit!” He called, looking over to see if the passengers had made it out. They appeared to be bee lining it towards the cargo crates. “Hold your position! Stay at Bravo until we can lay—“ He was too late. By then they had arrived at the crates.

“Fuck.” He muttered, grabbing the nearest operator and ducking behind the stone structure as DSHK rounds began tearing through the crates.

The rounds shotgunned shrapnel from each point they tore through, and ripped across the containers like a hot knife through butter, sending fiery shrapnel across the backs. Sheppard winced in pain as multiple pieces shredded through his torso, and he yelled when he felt a round skim his chest and pull hot shrapnel through his armor. He collapsed, in his position, barely saved by Locke’s quick thinking.

“This plan is going to shit!” Dante cursed, pulling his machine gun forward and laying suppressing fire down on one of the Dshks. “Preach—you got the Stim ,fix him up while I can cover you!”

Preacher nodded, and pulled one of the stims from the following USSAD, and pulled Shepard over.

“Can you breathe?!” He called over the gunfire.

“Fucking obviously mate! Get on with it already!” Shepard exploded angrily, pulling himself to cover behind the stone.

“He’s fine.” Preacher assured Locke, kneeling and proceeding to apply the Stim to the wounds across Shepard’s chest. “It’s just a flesh wound.” He explained.

“Thanks for the reassurance, ass.” Shepard complained, trying to stand, but failing. “Ngh, I can barely move, think some of it is a bit deeper than the flesh, eh?”

"Yeah, broken ribs too man. Shit." Preacher grunted, the foam just now starting to solidify.

“Preacher, he’s not going anywhere. Move him into the building for cover until we can call in some CASEVAC for the rest of the boys.” Locke ordered, then turned to Sergeant Palash Dara. “Good to see you here, commie.” He said, sarcastically.
“You know the plan?!”

(F-13 and E-13 are being lit up by Dshk and Shrapnel. Game, your team leader is being targeted by an enemy sniper with Armor Piercing incendiary.)
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Postby Inquilabstan » Tue Jul 28, 2015 1:55 pm

"You heard the man. You two be sure to den, Oh fuck!" Corporal Ameen's orders were cut short by an enormous eruption, sending shrapnel whistling over his head. "Allah have mercy on their souls." he muttered to himself. "Right, so they've brought out their heavy artillery. So let's not be caught out shall we?" So saying, he and the majority of the squad clambered out of the deep ditch, moving into the building before them, passing their CO.

When the Atlas helecopter erupted into flames, Dara turned away with disgust. The men who charged in his direction, out in the open at that, were sure to draw fire. In their armor they were clearly no quickly dispatched line reinforcements. "Madarchothiya. Now the trap's sprung." As he turned his head back around, a voice addressed him. Seeing a man of military bearing, Dara felt some reassurance, knowing he was faced with his equal. The sarcasm aside, something finally seemed to be going his way. "Yes comrade. My soldiers will deal with the fire coming from the village. Just make sure your boys keep watch on that central block. Keep them from firing any rockets our way, and we will be fine." Snapping off a quick red salute, the Sergeant turned to join his troops. "Alaam be with us today."

In the basement of the building, the Inquilabis set about preparing a firing position. It was in their benefit that the position had been used for battle before, several loopholes already existing in the stone wall. In addition to this, a couple of shell holes provided an excellent view of the village's north-eastern end. Taking a table, Sangha and Dewan maneuvered to the east wall, towards the back. "Pity we got here in the thick of it. A sandbag or two would be nice."

"Fuck off, you lump." called out Banerjee, as she shoveled some of the earthen floor into one of the eight bags before her. Two were already full, Karpa working beside her. It was a familiar routine. A quick dug in position, low in the ground, with one bag on each side of the weapon. In the background, the men brought an old chest-of-drawers into approximately the center of the room. From here, Naik could engage the far end of the ruins. At that moment, Dara clambered down to join them. "Well, what have we got?" Naik, who had been observing the battlefield, replied without lowering her binoculars. "Standard spray-and-pray coming from the main POC. Building at 9-5 C-5 seems to have some tracer fire coming from it. Probably a LMG judging by the number of bursts. Tracer fire from the village itself. That would be the AA. Might be able to get a fix on the location. Thought I saw a report from the village, some glares from the building smack dab at 4-D, window at the far left. Looks like... possible loopholes along the parapet. Same for E-3. Three vehicle mounted HMGs at C-8." "Dushkas?" "Ji." "I'll see what I can do."

Climbing back up, Dara exited the building, crawl the last bit to the door, lest he outline himself against the sun shining behind him. Unslinging the large metal tube that hung on his back, he made his way into the river-bed. Exiting behind the last structure in te ruins, itself barely standing, he crawled forward, flipping himself onto his back. Raising his rifle turned upon it's side, he brought it up just above the edge of his cover. The VAP-15 was an interesting modification of the standard Inquilabstani x4 sight, having a periscopic ocular mounted behind the main one. Using this, he sought out the three technicals. The enemy weren't too close together, so his best hope was that the operators would be neutralized.

The RFA-2 was the Inquilabstani People's Army's standard issue thermobaric munition. A standard disposable rocket, it's unique nature lay in it's warhead, essentially a small fuel-air bomb. With a 11m kill radius, it was a potent weapon. A rocket propelled man portable flamethrower. A useful tool in the right hands. Extending the rear inner tube and flipping up the sights, Dara brought himself up on his knees. Placing one leg forward, rooting him in place, he leaned out of cover, took aim, fired, and dropped down, quickly crawling back to the river-bed. As he heard a large explosion behind him, he hoped his aim was true. Still, better to be in doubt than face retaliatory fire. As if on cue, two automatic weapons opened up from his squad's position. "Controlled bursts. Probably switching positions between shots. Those are my mates." As he got back to his position, Dara's radio crackled to life. It was the Cubonians. Though rivals in their own right, these men would doubtlessly be one of the more effective units on the ground.

Further along the river bed, within the L shaped building at LZ Bravo, Hamid and Narain had set up positions on the second floor, looking outwards to the village, across the parapet of the building before them. Anything helps with flak coming in your general direction. Keeping silent for the time being, they scanned the far buildings for their many quarry. ARDs on their optics, they had no intention of drawing fire upon themselves.
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Postby United Cubonia » Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:21 pm

The APC rolled along the desert floor as the Unit begin to approach Insertion Alpha.

"This is Knight Command Renaud Faudel, patch me through to the Commanders of the Emmerian-Inquilab forces" He sat in the APC his face unchanging. Around him his Unit sat, erect and ready for combat. This wasn't the first mission for the Unit and they were so well trained to the point that no words were needed to understand what would happen and what they would do upon arrival. Waiting a second the Cubonian Commander sat frowning as he received incoming feed from Command, of the events. These men must be idiots.. he thought to himself, moving his hand to his ear to resume communication. "We're inserting to point Bravo and we'll move to uhhh...." the voice got considerably quieter and seemed distant and a "Move the map so I can see." was heard. The voice resumed "We'll move to C12. This should postpone any possible counterattack into your positions and allow us to begin our southern advance. At the same time our sniper is going to move through the riverbed and meet up with your men at G14." The man breathed out quickly catching his breath as the plan solidified in his mind. "From what I'm hearing is that there are some unidentified Snipers in the Area and we are unable to send out Recon. If you would draw fire since your position is most likely gone from doing counter-sniping, I'll move up ours as a hidden unit. He'll set up and remain hidden while you draw out fire. He'll be bringing a separate rifle as well once cover is blown." He nodded to himself and his men as the APC began to roll to a stop.

The APC came to a stop, the ramp opening as the men quickly formed creating a 360 degree defensive circle around it. 'Alright, let's move." he spoke as the men quickly moved into covered defensive positions as the APC rumbled away.

His men shortly found their positions after having had a few close encounters attempting to move building to building without getting shot. Once in C12 the Comander turned to his man, "Bernav, set up in the window with your DMR." Turning to another man he said, "Dupont, prep the At4. Once we've secured the immediate area we're going to advance south into C10 with cover from the Kebab forces."

Meanwhile Pierre Bonnin began to set up in the window of his secondary position at G14, he had managed to move through the riverbed undisturbed as the majority of the enemy was distracted now handling the assault west by his Unit.
"This is Specialist Pierre Bonnin." He spoke into the radio, contacting the Inquilab sniper unit. "I was thinking once we've secured the location of those snipers we use concurrent fire to keep them off our backs?"
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Postby Inquilabstan » Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:37 pm

"Alright, so here is the plan. Cubonian shock troops are going in for the dirty work. Asura. One of them is headed your way. Coordinate between yourselves for your bit, alright? We are to fire into C12 and behind. We don't want anybody moving between the buildings, you hear? Keep their heads down if they value them. Once they breach and clear, we move fire downwards, maybe send Muj a nice hot surprise. Copy?" Two affirmations crackled over the radio as Dara hugged the ground within his position. On the floor above his men, he readied his UBGL. Below, the guns fell silent for a spell, as they switched positions. Then once again, they unleashed fire and death.
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Postby New Emmerian Coalition » Tue Jul 28, 2015 3:18 pm

Opposing Force - Status - Heavily Engaged

Ahmed let loose on his Dshk as fast as he could, nailing the area where he had last seen the armored forces and not stopping until he ran out of ammunition or was cut down himself. He turned to his partners, also firing, before out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large flash. Speeding towards them, a thermobaric explosive – it was too late for his friends in the other technicals.

“Jump! Jump no—“ Ahmed tried to scream as the explosion engulfed the first technical, essentially burning the gunner to a crisp and throwing his lifeless corpse into the sands below. The other gunner was caught by the fires as well, and started yelling as flames caught onto his clothes. They were too powerful to be put out, but as soon as he disembarked, another insurgent ran to his position and took up the Dshk. Another attempted, but his life was cut short by an ISAF Commando’s bullet.

Kareem ordered the RPO launcher to the front of the action, and to scope out where he could fire. His eyes sat upon the C-130.

“I suppose we should test Ishamel’s new toys before utilizing them fully.” Kareem thought to himself, taking one of the RPOs for himself and aiming it towards the C-130 in the distance. Bullets pinged off of the metallic remains of the old car he hid behind, and he could tell the ISAF commandos could see him through their ACOG sights. Too late for them. He thought, before unleashing the round onto the commandos.

Kadin jumped back and forth, slinging his modified SVDK into his hands as he reached his secondary hiding spot. This time, he tried to spot out Atlas personnel in the ruins, but failed. He turned his attention to an ISAF Commando, fired twice upon him, and made his way out of his secondary spot.




ISAF - Status - Need Immediate Relief

The ISAF Commandos, without their 240B gunners, had a sigh of relief as the Cubonian, Emmerian, and Inquilabstani forces showed up to relieve them. Though the fighting was still heavy and gruesome, they were glad to know they weren’t alone.

“Nice to see a friendly face!” One of the wounded men, with bandages strewn across his face, called out to the soldiers. “Win us the war while you’re at it!” He chuckled.

“Funny.” Preacher said on his way out.

At the C-130, the fighting grew even more intense. The bullets had managed to make their way through some parts of the chassis, but the destroyed Bradleys provided more than enough cover for the time being. 20 ISAF commandos fought fiercely as the enemy laid waste upon their position. Suddenly, the fire stopped. Out of the blue, a rocket came spiraling towards the tail of the aircraft.

“Oh shit, RPG!” One of them called, ducking behind cover.

It exploded just before the tail was hit, igniting and blasting apart the section of the plane, and incinerating the commandos behind it. They were now down by 7 men, all burned horrifically behind the C-130. The gunfire started up again, hitting the few ISAF medics brave enough to try and grab their comrades from the fires. Now there were 12.

“Atlas! You better pull a miracle out of your ass or none of us are making it home!” Their Squad Leader called through the comms, desperately clutching his arm which had burning shrapnel embedded within it. He pulled his P220 out, and prayed Atlas would do something.





Atlas - Status - Green

The SEALs set up position on the far west building of the three building group, setting to support the Inquilabstani and Cubonian forces. Locke knelt at the back of their position, and turned his comm channel to command. Their current armament wasn’t enough to stall the enemy forces, and they lacked some heavy firepower. The USSAD currently with them only carried Coalition AT equipment, and not enough at that. They needed some for their current allies to be able to have an edge in the fight.

“This is SEAL Team Seven, CO Locke, requesting USSAD equipped with heavy ordinance. I need Inquilabstani Thermobarics and Coalition AT with a Cubonian AT4 Reload!” He ordered, pulling a AM Launcher from the current USSAD and setting up a round. “Need it ASAP, command.”

“Rog, will be there shortly, look for the Fulton System bringing it in.” Lennox responded over the comms. “Will be attaching additional Gerlach Medical Supplies as well.”

“Thank God.” Locke muttered, switching back to the Atlas channel.

“Alright, my team is pushing up to C-13 and C-14, we’ll lay down suppressing upon the enemy and hit any squirter with AKs we see, have AT capability, just tell us where you need it.” Locke said, then pushed his team up. They took fire as soon as they arrived, with ISAF commandos beginning to fall back.

Preacher continued to compress Shepard’s wound with the foam, and once the foam had fully solidified, was able to join up with his team. He had to bypass a heavy firefight however, but once regrouped, Locke was able to pull back and
communicate with the foreign teams once more. He used his Solid Eye to survey the further area, when he saw a large horde of Mujahadeen rushing towards their position.

“Fuck! Dante, you’re on the Launcher, give ‘em Hell!” Locke ordered, Dante happily taking hold of the Launcher.

“Preach, load me up!” Dante called back, Preacher running forward with a shell and inserting it into the back of the launcher.

“Everyone back!” Preacher yelled, moving everyone from the back blast as Dante pulled the trigger.

The round was sent flying into the pack of Mujahadeen, sending gore and mist everywhere.

“Cubonian team, you’re clear from the West, we’re hitting squatters with AKs and minimal RPK fire. Whatever you’re going to do, do it fast!” Locke called through to the Cubonians, taking his MR-C off of Semi Automatic and firing bursts into approaching mujahedeen soldiers.
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Postby Die Erworbenen Namen » Tue Jul 28, 2015 3:36 pm

((APCs go to point ALPHA. Not Bravo. Those are helis.))

Shinji was immediately caught in the blast by the DSHKs, getting caught right below the chest by a 12.7 mm round and getting thrown into the ground behind him. Samson swore like hell when he saw him get clubbed, knowing he couldn't waste any more time. Ed and Robin were already sprinting out of the crate, Ed bleeding from multiple shrapnel wounds in his left arm. Vladimir silently cursed how stupid he was to have led them into a death match. "Leave Shinji, get a move on! We'll come back for him later!"

The team ran and ducked behind the stone cover as the rounds tossed up sand where Shinji was, spraying him with hot fragments from the crates. He was on the ground already, and was crawling forward, trying to move as much as he could. Johnson tossed his gun down and sprinted forwaard. "COVERING FIRE!"

Ed was on the ground, lying prone in his camouflaged uniform, and was spraying out rounds in the direction of the DSHKs, hoping to get them to at least run for cover. As the team laid down suppressing fire, Johnson dragged Shinji from the metal death traps and behind the building, where Samson ran forward. Before he even got there, he tossed his pack on the ground and opened it up. Shinji reached up and unclipped his gas mask, looking at the men. He was in immense pain, and it was all he could do to stop from screaming out. "Aww fuck. I think I can feel my lunch."

"Don't even fucking think about it, Shinj. Goddammit... Round went right through..." He swore. He applied a foam around his sounds and then grabbed a bandage to wrap around it. Ripping open his sleeve, he pinched his skin and injected morphine into him, and tossed the syringe away. "We need a CASEVAC. Ed, you alright?"

"Got fucking shrapnel everywhere." He winced, and let Samson bandage his wounds after retreating back behind the building.

"Goddammit. Locke, we need fire support and a CASEVAC. One man down. Can we get mortars on the Dishkas?" Vladimir said into the comms, and leaned back behind the wall as the medic began to work again on Shinji. "And locke, you need help up there?"
The beatings will continue. Regardless of morale.

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Postby United Cubonia » Tue Jul 28, 2015 5:56 pm

"Copy Atlas 1-1." replied the Cubonian, he quickly looked out the window then back at his men. The fighters to the West seemed suppressed so this was obviously the best chance he'd get. "At4 is ready, sir." replied Dupont. "Copy, clear for backblast." To which Dupont quickly nodded yelling, "BACKBLAST!".

Bernav quickly peered from the window, firing off shots from his DMR and watching as he downed the enemy trying to shoot the At4. He seemed to be enjoying watching as the red mist flew out in a spray, covering one of the fighters in the window with his comrades eyes, then he too was quickly dispatched.

The At4 rocket launched, flying straight into the opposing window blowing off an entire portion of the western wall, screams of the dying men along side of the explosion defend those still inside alive. "Prep for breach." shouted Renaud to his men as they stormed down the stairs of the building, running across the open field to and smacking against the walls ready to storm the ruined structure. "Stack." Renaud said, his three men quickly forming up on the other side. Their experience and ability showing as the disciplined men moved into formation. "Ready flashing" said Renaud. "Flashing ready" said Breivel, pulling the pin to the flash. Renaud slightly creaked open the door. "Flash out!" shouted Henri. "Inject!". Then Breival, followed Dupont, followed by Bernav with Renaud falling in behind them as they cleared the room, dispatching the few stunned men who lived and had somehow managed to survive the explosion.

Bits of the dead insurgents and blood caked the walls and floor, it was comparable to a landfill of dead bodies. The men seemed unfazed by the stench and sight, moving swiftly to secure each room within the building until everything but the basement had been checked and secured."Take position to the south, Bernav. We need your DMR covering the ISAF and the advance of the Emmerian Task Force." Bernav quickly moved up the stairs to the window, sighting in targets and getting ready to help the ISAF withdraw.

"Outside of the basement, C10 is secured, I would advise the immediate withdrawal of the pinned ISAF forces to the building in E14."
Renaud laid out the map on a table that had managed to survive. Looking over the map trying to figure out the next moves in the plan.

"Moving on basement with Breival, Knight Command." radioed in Dupont. "Copy Dupont, advance carefully. We don't know what's down there. Prep for contact." Renaud relayed, still focused on the map. For the most part he managed to ignore the gunfire going on around him.

Breival and Dupont quickly threw open the doors and threw a flash down. Then both men advanced one behind the other quickly scanning both sides. The basement itself was empty except for a small, shocked local family that shook in terror as the two men approached. "Everyone get up." spoke Dupont to the family in the local language. "Hand up or I will shoot."
He watched cautiously as the family rose shakily, placing their hands in the air. The father tried to approach the man quickly. Breival acted quickly, gunning the man down, watching flippantly as his bullets tore through the undefended mans chest and neck the red mist going over the family and walls causing total panic. "Everyone stay up with your hands in the air or I will shoot the next one to move."
The family submitted themselves, and were quickly cuffed and tied down after being checked for weapons and explosives.
"Basement is secure."
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Postby The United Remnants of America » Tue Jul 28, 2015 6:47 pm

Insertion Alpha, Takistan
Uno and Dux

Vanguard 0235 and Vanguard 0236, codenamed Uno and Dux were late to the party, but they had a bit more to get ready than everyone else did. From the back of the otherwise empty APC, the two Remnant Vanguard special forces soldiers had been starting up their systems in order, making sure not to rush anything so they were ready for a fight. Even though the sounds of gunfire and combat just across the riverbed ooutside their line of sight was ever-present, and their adrenaline was rushing at the sounds of the comrades being injured or killed, Uno and Dux remained calm. They were now just finishing final checks.

"Armor fit?"

Dux moved slowly, making sure no pieces of his T64 Power Armor were loose or damaged. "Fit, check."

Uno nodded, "Servo movement?"

Dux moved his joints. Elbows, knees, hips, shoulders, wrists and ankles all had small servo motors in their armor, which not only supported the soldiers, but also accented their movements. "Servo motors are good."

Uno nodded a second time, "Well, comms are good, since you can hear me. Heads-up display? Augmented Reality System?"

Dux looked at the armored face plate, which was classed as bulletproof polymer. Laid across the clear screen were status readouts, outlines for vehicles and figures, and scrolling mission data for updates and objectives, along with a crosshairs for weapons systems. the HUD/ARS was an integral piece of the armor, and linked to the T64's internal CPU to run itself, along with operating satellite uplinks and watching comms channels. The CPU also read the muscle tracers placed throughout the suit, which were placed on small sticky pads against the operator's body. The muscle tracers read nerve impulses from the operator's muscles, while longer-duration missions also came with a spinal tap to pick up on nerves. For this operations, only the sticky pads were used, since the spinal tap wasn't espcially a comfortable experience, even if every Vanguard went through surgery to have a "ready to access" port in between their shoulders. That also meant that, without the spinal tap, the operators would be going without the on-board medical system that released painkillers upon injury. It was a risk they were taking, but one they assumed was worthwhile. "Yeah, it's all working. All green."

Uno lifted the R55 Enhanced Heavy Machine Gun, a 6-barreled minigun underslung to the suit's right arm with a belt tube leading to an armored ammo pack on his lower back. The barrel began spinning. "Weapons check. Primary?"

Dux spun up his own and nodded. "Primary, check."

On Uno's left shoulder was a small shoulder-mounted missile launcher. In his case, the SM-P was loaded with three small micro missiles that acted as anti-personnel weapons, releasing shrapnel and a handful of BBs upon detonation. The launcher's ports popped open and then closed. "Missile check."

Dux's ports popped and then closed. In Dux's weaponry was the SM-V, a trio or anti-vehicle mini-missiles used to disable vehicles, since they didn't have the payload to destroy a vehicle. "Missiles, aye."

Uno took a couple steps towards the side of the river bed and shook his left arm, where a small 6-barreled tube weapon was handing. "Ah, fuck. My secondary's not connected. Guess I go without, what about you?"

Dux looked at his left arm, and then checked his HUD's readout. The multi-purpose grenade launcher was signalled as green. The MPGL was able to fire any grenade in the Remnant Military's inventory, of which there were currently 8. "Yeah, she's working. I've got a smarty, thermate, sensor, EMP, smoke, and banger. Didn't you have like a full load of smarties and frags?"

"Yeah, but I'm not going to worry 'bout it. Not like we'll need 'em. I've got the SM. That should be fine."

"True. Let's go."

Uno started to walk up the side of the dry riverbed towards the village, the only sound being the soft thud as his suit's feet pounded on the ground and the faint whining as his suit's servo motors worked. Dux followed after him for a second before asking in his strides, "By the way, what about no-shooters, civvies?"

Uno didn't look back as he kept walking, "What about 'em? Not our country. Waste what doesn't ID as Atlas or ISAF and moves. Fuck it, shoot anything that isn't dirt and rocks, just to be sure."

"Aye aye."
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Postby Inquilabstan » Wed Jul 29, 2015 3:10 am

The report of an AT4 signaled to the GPMG in the basement to adjust their firing arc, now pounding the buildings at C8 and C9, cutting down those who attempted to rush forward to their brother's aid. The thud of a sniper's bullet impacting against the sandbag to the right of Sanga, indicating it was time to change position. Concurrently, Naik took a more active response, peppering the window from which the muzzle flash had originated. The Inquilabstanis were secure in their position, but were eager for the Cubonians to clear the ruins. Holding one position for so long tended to have unfortunate consequences, of an explosive nature. "Naik, I've got a head poking out at C6-65."

"Achha. Achha." So saying, Naik flipped the fire selector to semi-automatic. Exhaling, she lined up her reticle, slightly lower than the dot peering out from the corner of a building. Squeezing the trigger, she observed the shape jerk back and collapse to the ground. Flipping back to automatic, she again turned to the village. Firing in the standard "twenty-two" burst method, she ensured that movement between buildings would be no easy affair.

Up above, Dara took aim at the building at the far west of the village, at A4. Just barely able to see it through a shell hole, he worked the bolt of his UBGL. A design quite lacking in peers, the GLS-2 was a dated but effective design. Firing a flash-less, noiseless 30mm grenade, it utilized blank cartridges held in the grip of the system to ignite the grenade's charge. Usually firing AP-I rounds, Dara had opted to bring the less common fragmentation grenades with him, so as to avoid harming his objective. Hoping to clear any snipers who may have taken up positions on the roof, he took aim and fired. With a dull thud, the weapon jerked back, and in the distance, a flash and crack indicated a hit. "Four left." Crawling to a new position he peered through his sight. The tracer fire coming out of the village was clear as ever. All that remained now was for the Ewigreich mortars to arrive. The ZSU was focusing on denial of air movement, and he preferred it that way. If used for direct fire, he knew that Atlas forces wouldn't stand a chance.
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Postby Inquilabstan » Sun Aug 16, 2015 2:42 pm

Opposing Force - Status - Heavily Engaged

With the loss of their forward position, insurgent forces began to pull back away from the buildings at C8 and C9. With heavy fire coming in from the north-east, and the destruction of the technicals, it was time for the veterans to make their stand. Moving out from the village, a platoon sized force reinforced their brothers, taking up positions in the southernmost ruins. What remained of the initial force consolidated itself in the building at B8. Their carelessness in leaving the riverbed unguarded had cost them dearly, but would not be repeated. Having consolidated themselves, they unleashed a torrent of fire towards the building at C10, hoping to keep the kafirs at bay.

In the abandoned positions between C10 and B8, wounded mujaheddin prepared themselves for the enemy's assault. Mortally wounded and left behind by their comrades, those still conscious loaded a final magazine into their rifles, or readied their grenades. The commandos didn't have enough rockets to clear all of the buildings, and those that they would not hit would fight to the end.

From the veteran positions, Kareem rallied his troops. "Do not let the kafir pass! If we must all become shahid, so let it be! We are mujaheddin. Our fathers drove away the Shuravi when we were boys, and now we shall drive away the new invader. Marg bar Amreki! Takbir!"

"Allahu Akbar" came the reply, as the more experienced men began to fire. Eliminating the commandos by the crash site was now a secondary concern, as the PKMs began to fire towards the Inquilabstani positions. Unlike the greener fighters, the veteran forces directed well aimed semi-automatic fire at their targets.

In the center of the new insurgent positions, two armored vehicles creaked into action. For the first time during the battle, the Prophet's PMC came into play. Emerging from behind the cover that had concealed them, two T-72 obr.1989 tanks fired, one upon the C130, and the other toward the building at C13. The inspiration for the T90, these tanks were equipped with advanced ERA, making a simple kill unlikely. For ISAF, the day had gone from bad, to absolute quagmire.

Back in the village, Kadin surveyed the battlefield. Incoming fire had already killed one of his fellow snipers, and he had no intention of being next. While he had received automatic fire, he noticed a distinct lack of single shots towards his positions. A sure sign that the enemy had a sniper of their own, waiting for his next shot. This was a game he was used to, and knew much about. With one other insurgent sniper in action, he decided to wait for the enemy's shot.

(OOC: Since NEC won't be with us for a while, I'll be acting as provisional COOP.)
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Postby The United Remnants of America » Sun Aug 23, 2015 11:30 pm

Near C13, Takistan
Uno and Dux

The ground rumbled as the impacts of the tank shells rolled through the ground. The building seemed to have survived the hit, at least from the Vanguards' point of view. It was standing. Uno vaguely remembered there being troops in there, allies who'd run in just before it was struck by tank fire. Uno lowered himself down slowly, trying to appear as a smaller target as he surveyed the landscape. The shapes of the pair of tanks stuck out from the ground like a flame in the darkness. He pointed and then glanced at Dux to get his attention.

"Dux, two targets, straight ahead, armored."

Dux followed his partner's pointed finger and nodded. He moved around Uno and took up a kneeling position to Uno's left, bringing his hand up to hold the SM-V missile launcher in place. His HUD's targeting software took a lock on one of the tanks and Dux fired. Three streaks of white smoke left the SM-V as he unloaded the entire load of the weapon towards the tank. The idea was that if one was enough, then you fired more. Overkill was always necessary.

As Dux fired his missiles on the enemy tanks, Uno stood and widened his legs, leveling his EHMG at the closest of the two enemy positions, to the right of the tanks. The barrels of the gun started to spin up before a sound like tearing metal shred across the battlefield, adding to the cacophony of weapons fire and explosions. Uno's gatling gun was aimed roughly at the enemy positions, and using the tracer rounds placed one in every ten bullets, he walked the fire slowly to the left and right of where he started firing, just to set up a good suppression on the area. His idea wasn't to actually hit the enemy combatants, just spook them, though any deaths from his fire wouldn't go unappreciated.
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