Kalarax wrote:Operation Severed Wing - Supplying the RebellionThe Kalaraxian Navy has begun sending escorted convoys supplying the rebels with AK-74s, and a variety of Artillery including mortars, heavy artillery, and one Mobile Surface to Air Missile. The equipment is heavily guarded and shipped straight to area's with a high concentration of rebels. They have also sent some Kalaraxian Military Commanders to create more sophisticated attack plans for the rebellion.
After the entire operation Kalarax will have control over five Rebellion Militia Brigades. Under the command of five separate Kalaraxian Military Captains. They setup a main base in the Captain Smith-Field Airbase on the Republic of Sevevill Island. Together on the Airbase the KRMB (Kalaraxian Rebellion Militia Brigade) has the strength of 25'000 man and women.
OOC No Imagine England. Its like the top half of it. They have New Seve city Elcassadone and some others. Sevevill has a majority
The mission to bomb New Seve City. A Milkrun you could say… That was easier said than done.
The bomber ‘Rebs Nightmare’ With nose art of a ROS girl with the rebel flag. The bomber had 11 missions under their belt. And 12 kills 10 of them rebel fighters. Mark Wilson the top turret gunner sat under the wing figeting with his parachute. He was also the engineer. He got up and started walking up to the froon cabin door. He pulled himself though the hatch and walked through the front cabin. The bombardier/nose gunner and navigator were here Josh and one of the wills.
“The formations late. Get the course redone.” With that he pulled himself up to the cockpit. He donned his helmet standard military one just without the camo cover.
“Mark startup.” It was the pilot John Wilkens he jumped off of his gun and went knelt down behind the throttles. He never bothered with the jumpseats. The pilots ran through their checklist. When the bomber had been compleatly he looked out the window. All four of the SG-17s turbo props were spinning.
“Cap Were good.” He looked down at a gage on the wall behind the Co-pilot Will 2s seat. The engines were working properly. He then returned to checking his gun.
“Mark takeoff” He returned to his previous position the bomber moved onto the runway. With a thumbs up from John he pushed the throttles up. He kept his hands sitting behind the pilots hand on them if the bomber bumped his hand wouldn't pull the throttle back. The feeling of the plane leaving the ground. He was holding the position until the pilot tapped his hand. He then returnd to his gun for the flight across the channel. When they had just crossed the coast of the ROS a group of enemy fighters moved in around them the SG-80s broke and attacked. One of the Rebel Migs came and shot streams of death at their bomber. They had decided not to cross sevevill territory so they would probably see a lot of this. He swung his guns around to meet the fighter. Shooting the death back at the plane. It swerved off of its course and dipped down. He saw a spot of red covering part of the canopy.
“Got one boys!” He yelled. Another one came across his sights agen. He moved his guns again and shot. This time the pilot got scared and swerved into one of the other bombers ’Ack Ack Annie.’ A explosion the fighter fell in flames. The bombers wing tip going with it staggered and swerved down a bit. Before turning its nose down completely and diving for home. He turned his guns around again for the 3 o'clock call he saw a bomber falling in flames parachutes were falling in the wake. G for George had fallen to the ground. He turned back to fight.
“Were on the bombrun!” Call pulled him out of his dreaming he turned to look forward at the city that had only been taken again a few years ago the rebel home city. The bombs gone the bombers turned for home Migs and SG-80 trailing close behind the guns were still pouring bullets at the Migs. They had almost gotten back over the coast. The Migs started to split off and dive back. A SG-80 pilot dove on one shooting it down. For the fist time Mark actually looked at the damage to the bomber. Bulletholes and flack holes cover the plane. Five bombers were gone from the formation. The NO. 2 engine had stopped spinning and was feathered. When they landed they saw Ack Ack Annie in the ditch. When the bombers that had returned were sitting in their handstands he looked over the planes that were just starting to turn off their engines they saw the extent of the damage on every bomber. One bomber form the other squadron had a missing prop. They had completly destroyed their target though in the end the fight that had lasted 2 hours their and back payed off their was another kill on their plane two.
55th Armored Division, Jason Forman
The K3s Tank was an amazing improvement over the M1 Abrams That he had driven before. He was a crew chief now. Looking at the driver's screen that the driver was using to see the road ahead. The small slit was still there but not used unless they took damage to the camera or computers that controlled it. They were driving with a convoy of supplies for a FOB in the dense jungle they were on death road. Convoys were attacked here all the time. Out of nowhere a rocket came zipping down stirring the tank. They were in the lead so he was not surprised he was the target.
“Move the gun get some fire down on those trees!” He yelled at the two gunners stationed in the top of the tank.
“Sir the gears are down I can't turn the gun.” Yelled the main gunner
“O….” The Tank got hit again this time a red light flashed. They were on fire “Get out she's burning, I can't get the fire out its not the engine.” He Unbuckled his seat. He jumped out as the radio man was just yelling about the tank being down. He clambered up to the hatch and grabbed his gun out of the rack. He adjusted his helmet a bit before throwing himself out and into the dirt. Immediately he saw the amount of the fighting. The Gun Trucks and humvees were shooting into the forest. The crew was out and running to one of the tucks. Throwing themselves onto the back where the 50. Cal machine guns and the Mortar was mounted. He Pushed a dead soldier off one of the 50. Cals and started firming into the bushes “Move what the hell do you think you're doing!” He yelled to the driver he was still poring bullets into the trees. A mortar exploded in the forest there were bullets hitting off every part of the truck. One of the other gun trucks Exploded and flew off into the ditch. Suddenly it all stopped. No bullets hitting the truck no explosions. He stopped. Then he sat down against the back of the moving truck
“Shit that was harsh.” One of the trucks gunners said they continued on down the road until they reached the base.