Treneria wrote:Presidential Office,
Treneria City, Treneria
8:50 AM TCT.
President Allendale sat in the large plush chair behind his overflowing desk. He was swamped with paperwork from the recent events. The situation in Suikar Meer was starting to form on-wards, and a long-term conflict was not impossible. In almost anyone else's perspective, this would be negative. However, in the bored brain of Allendale and the rest of the Trenerians, it was the prospective for a very entertaining and rewarding excursion. Going to war was something that hadn't been done in at least a decade, and the people were missing the excitement, and the soldiers had grown weary with boredom. When Allendale's assistant came into alert him of the Skoistein-Suyalia conflict, he was more than thrilled. After a few quick phone calls and the signing of an executive action, the Trenerian Department of Defense had full capacity to operate and a quick plan was formulated.
Fort Alax,
South-Eastern Treneria,
1130 hours TCT.
The operators of the 4th Specialist Task Force, Special Warfare Tactics Group, stationed out of Fort Alax, were dying from apathy. They were warriors from birth, trained to be the ultimate fighters. They were the ones that went above and beyond the call of duty. Men who destroyed nations and won wars. However, as of recent, they were sitting on their thumbs, twiddling their asses. Finally, after almost a year of useless training and silence on the airwaves, word had come through the grapevine that something may be in the works. This greatly excited them, and they immediately began to prepare for war. They worked out, practiced on the range, and kept their mental states clear for the upcoming operation, even though it had yet to even be conceived. It was their calling, their will to live. They were true warriors.
Their efforts would prove worthwhile, as one sunny day in the South-Western Trenerian desert on the small Fort Alax, their commanding officer called them into a large tent that served as a briefing room for a "discussion". Once away from the public, their CO got straight to brass-tacks.
"Alright. You've all been hearing little gossips and whispers about the possibility of an operation, an actual operation. Well, here's the confirmation." The CO held up a manila folder. The operators, standing in their basic camis and military-issued boots had wide-open eyes as they stared at the folder. As if it were gold or a juicy prey and they were its predator, they watched it carefully. "There's a situation brewing overseas, and the head shack wants us to take a look into it. Information right now is sloppy and short, but here's the basics: Skoisten is a small nation that's completely land-bordered. They claim that their neighbors, Suyalia, sent espionage agents into their country. In return, Suyalia is claiming Skoistein is massacring their civilians. Our mission is simple for now: infiltrate the Suyalian-Skoisteinian border and look for evidence of rights abuse by the Skoisteins. We'll be hitch-hiking a ride with the Trenerian Navy, then discretely flying in under radar. The geography is small enough that we should be able to wrap around the borders and enter Skoistein or Suyalia at our own discretion. I think it goes without saying, but this op is airtight confidential. Top secret. If things go awry, we are on our own. That said, we are the best of the best. Are we not?!"
A loud, collective shout came from the group of operators.
"Gather your gear, get ready. We'll be deploying soon. Contact during this mission is to be kept at a minimum, so ensure you have your suppression equipment. If we are caught in the borders, expect a fight. You're all dismissed."
The operators nodded and dispersed to their bunks, to gather their gear and make short, somewhat mysterious calls to their families.
OOC: If I'm welcomed to RP, I'll make a follow-up post soon. I'd like to remind that this all is off-record ICly and very top secret right now.
OOC: Yeah your allowed to RP