THE GAZELLE
Southeastern Corridor
SE Imalakia - Ma’athist-held territories
Imalakian State
4/1/2018 - 6:30 AM IST
A lone Vi-27 flew not far above the canopy of the rainforest below, scanning for an enemy just below.
“I must remind you again, this man is dangerous, people. He’s had no trouble killing hundreds of Imalakian soldiers. He doesn’t like getting chased down, either. He’s going to put up a fight, and you’d better be damn prepared for it.” Sierzant Konrad Lozic announced to his squad.
“A bullet to the head, they all die the same.” Konrad’s second-in-command, Kapral Anna Melkor, was a quick-witted, boyish one. Her unthinking, overly-eager nature to get into combat made her often put 2. Sektion into troublesome situations.
The helicopter continued its way above the rainforest below, frontal turret scouring for a thermal presence. The uneventful patrol was suddenly interrupted, however, when a trail of smoke rose from the canopy, a missile careening into the tail of the helicopter.
“INCOMING!” The pilot’s shout was cut short by what came.
The effect was immediate, the helicopter spinning wildly before smashing into one of many trees below. The rotor was ripped to shreds as it struck the trees, causing the helicopter to touch down violently, crashing upside-down into the underbrush.
His harness was the only thing that kept Konrad from hitting the ceiling of the passenger bay headfirst — though the sheer jolt of the crash knocked him out cold.
When he came to, he saw him. The Gazelle, an associate of the Bull. He wore a simple brushstroke camo uniform and a ballistic vest.
Judging by the AAM-99[1] launcher holstered on his back, he’d been the one who shot the helicopter down. It struck Konrad as odd, in that moment… because it was a Euphemian weapon.
He was still bound to the seat by his harness, and was thus hanging upside down. The Gazelle seemed to be scanning the unconscious troops, checking the ranks on their collars… upon approaching Konrad and realizing he was awake, a wry smirk appeared on the mysterious mercenary’s face. He leaned in, checking his collar.
A loud thud could be heard behind the Gazelle.
“YOU’RE NOT GONNA FUCKING TOUCH HIM!” It was, of course, Anna Melkor, making a mad dash towards the Gazelle.
Without flinching, he turned around in a split second.
Konrad could hardly see what was going on as he faded in and out of consciousness… but the Gazelle’s index and middle finger lay at the base of Anna’s neck.
“What… are… you?” She stood motionless in place, to Konrad’s confusion. Indeed, she had been paralyzed… by whatever obscure knowledge of pressure points the man possessed.
“The Bull taught me many things… things I’ve come to master with ease.” He chuckled. Gently, he gripped her knife by the blade, taking it from her hand. “Allow this to serve as an example to your superior… I’m going to borrow him for a bit.” In a single, swift movement, he slit her throat, pushing her down to the floor to let her bleed out.
The mercenary’s attention returned to Konrad. “Now, back to what I was doing.” He spoke in Valefontene, which perhaps came as the most surprise to Konrad. Cuffing him, he cut Konrad’s harness loose, sending him falling to the floor. Grabbing him by the collar, he began to drag him out of the helicopter, pulling him into the dense underbrush…
/// [VDRFOR] - [LAtR-13] - [12. Falsczhirmkompania] - [4. Platun ‘Husaria’] - [3. Sektion] /// - “Contact has been lost with 2. Sektion.”
/// [AUFOR] - [1st Republican Guard Division] - [Bath Company] - [2nd Platoon] - [Charlie “Charlie’s Special” Squad] /// - “Don’t worry about it. We got this.”
The mercenary continued his way through the jungle, dragging Konrad at gunpoint. He paused at the sound of rotors, listening closely.
“Whatever the fuck you want from me, I—”
“Shut the fuck up.” The Gazelle replied, letting go of Konrad. Drawing his AAM-99, he locked onto the helicopter overhead.
WHOOSH
There was no mistaking it this time, it was a clear, direct hit. Whoever hadn’t been killed in the blast surely would’ve died when the burning wreck met its unfortunate end, crashing below the treeline.
Soon enough, he dragged Konrad into a clearing, bringing the bloodied knife to his throat.
“Now, I’ll make an example of you for your rescuers to see.”
Before he could do anything, however, he heard the telltale sound of rotors passing him overhead. Swearing under his breath, he threw his knife aside, drawing his AAM-99 to shoot whatever it was down…
And then it hit him. Had it been any faster, his neck surely would’ve broken. In a moment, he was on the ground, with someone’s legs wrapped around his neck. Feeling something cold press against the back of his head, his life was gone without dramatic delay or wait.
“What in the go—” Konrad stuttered, baffled at what’d just happened before his eyes.
“Didn’t expect that to work.” Bianka removed her deployable parachute, getting up to dust off dirt she’d gotten on herself during the landing. It’d been an interesting stunt, knocking down an opponent whilst parachuting, and then proceeding to shoot them in the head. Behind her, three more touched down by parachute — the rest of 3. Sektion.
“How underwhelming.” Niko lamented, looking at the limp corpse of the mercenary.
“I’ll cut our guy loose.” Leonid immediately set forth to break Konrad’s cuffs — shooting the chain certainly did the job.
“Looks to be clear… our guy was alone.” Adrienne looked to the edges of the clearing, Kb-92 at the ready.
“Where’s the rest of 2. Sektion?” Bianka asked the still-dazed Konrad, who slowly got back to his feet.
“Site of the crash. Should be marked.” Konrad mustered. “...how the hell did you pull that off?”
“We parachuted out the helicopter, pulled chute — I was going to attempt to kill him as I landed, but I couldn’t get a good shot from afar.” Bianka replied, checking for anything of relevance on the body.
Inside one of the man’s pockets, too, was a neatly-folded letter, which Bianka proceeded to open. To her surprise, it was addressed in Valefontene.
“Euphemian tank shipment… Keseto outskirts… looks like something command will love to hear.” Bianka tucked the note into one of her vest’s ammo pouches, then turned her attention to the rainforest. “We’ve got some people to rescue first.”
CDI MONEY FLOWS
Keseto Outskirts
Central Imalakia - Contested Territories
Imalakian State
4/2/2018 - 3:04 PM IST
Outside the monarchist-occupied town of Keseto, there lay a run-down, impoverished urban development just due west. Being controlled by Ma’athist forces, it was a point of contention between the two opposing paramilitaries.
Trawling through the jungle was beyond the question, as the rainforest had been laid with punji traps. The ED-1[2] buckled and shook as it traveled about the ill-maintained road, kicking up dust and dirt as it journeyed onward. The IFV had been airlifted in by helicopter — and as such, they were behind enemy lines. To their luck, however, the Augustan and South Ophiric heliborne forces were more than willing to conduct fireforce tactics to augment their advance.
The road in question was a Ma’athist supply line, so the road ahead would likely be clear for such purposes. An ambush from the royalists was unlikely — they weren’t exactly sufficiently armed enough to make a push beyond their own territories, and they lacked capable planners.
Inside the IFV, Bianka was busy thinking of their next move.
“So, this… M5A1[3] tank that’s apparently been shipped to the Imalakians…” Leonid began, raising an eyebrow at the vehicle that’d been mentioned in briefing.
“The Balthazar tank has been in development since the 1990s, after the 1991 Euphemian-Turmenistanian Border War.”[4] Bianka explained. This was, per usual, another instance of her obscure historical knowledge. “Information on its armor, armaments… all that is classified to the general public. So we don’t exactly know what we’ll be dealing with. Expect a fight.”
“A prototype?” Adrienne raised an eyebrow.
“More like a cash cow the Euphies have nothing better to do with.” Bianka shrugged. “I doubt Imalakian crews will be operating this tank. Probably more of those highly-trained mercenaries we’re running into.”
The vehicle suddenly made a violent swerve, an explosion sounding off nearby.
Bianka could hear the crew’s voices in the other compartment.
“Contact! Enemy AT in the treelines, most likely Ma’athist or royalists.”
The commander opened the door to the passenger bay, peeking in. “We’ve arrived. We’ll be following and covering your entry.”
“You better!” Bianka ordered her team up, disembarking from the IFV. They’d been taken up to the edge of the outskirts, their advance covered by the repeated firing of the cannon at thermal signatures in shacks and huts.
Indeed, the small town of Keseto had been reduced to a battle-scarred warzone, probably from fighting between the Ma’athists and the royalists.
The decrepit, decayed buildings that lined the outskirts were bad enough in perfect condition, and they certainly looked no better half-destroyed by artillery shelling.
The burnt-out wreck of a bus served as 3. Sektion’s first point of cover, as the sounds of what was clearly a confrontation between the two local paramilitaries raged on.
“We’ve got Lakkie small arms fire up ahead. Probably nothing we can’t handle.” Niko peeked to get a glance of whatever was going on ahead. Where would the Ma’athists be hiding a tank, anyway?
“Any visual from the Augustan drone yet?” Adrienne questioned.
“If it spotted the tanks in question, it sure as hell would’ve identified it.” Bianka said. “Either they’ve already been moved, which we’d have known of by now, or it was a farce… or it’s being hidden somewhere in the outskirts.”
The team advanced through the streets, a loud, thunderous CRASH sounding behind them as a technical smashed into a lamppost — its driver and passengers being promptly torn to shreds as the IFV opened fire upon it.
Surely enough, they ran into their first enemies: Ma’athist soldiers wandering the dirt road into town. The only distinction setting them apart from the royalists they presently fought were their olive drab uniforms and proper helmets… the royalists were much more rag tag in nature.
Upon witnessing these enemies, Bianka found the most convenient cover possible: a roadside ditch. With her Kb-92 on semi, she took a few shots at them, dropping them with relative ease. This certainly drew some attention, and so she switched to full auto.
As if on cue, the ED-1 pulled up as more Ma’athists hurried to their fallen comrades, reducing their bodies to charred fragments.
“And what if it—” Leonid paused, glancing upward. A smoke trail rose from somewhere deeper in the town, striking something in the sky with a spectacular explosion. In a rapidly-fragmenting fireball, it descended, ripping through what’d once been a three-story hotel. The building responded in turn with a guttural structural groan, the abomination of what’d be multiple code violations collapsing before the team.
“I can only assume that was the Augustan drone.” Adrienne glanced over at the pile of rubble and fixed-wing wreckage.
“If they have anti-aircraft, then an extraction is doubtful. Unless…” Bianka paused.
“You think that was the Balthazar tank?” Niko asked, curious.
“Only one way we can find out.” Bianka got back up to her feet, leading them onward down the road. They passed by the looted, often still burning facades of storefronts, shops and houses.
She turned around for a moment to gun down a Ma’athist who’d attempted to leap from the second floor of one of the burning structures. The body hit the ground with an ungraceful thud, soon being crushed by the IFV that was covering their advance.
“Not all of them are the brightest.” Niko remarked, taking care to check their left flank as they passed by a crossing.
Gunfire was still raging on ahead, which was followed by a large cloud of dust — another unsightly building collapsing, likely from damages sustained.
As they moved forward, the buildings ahead were occasionally pelted in 25mm rounds from the IFV, as it had clear thermal visual on enemies ahead.
Once again, they ran into another roving gang of Ma’athists — not all of them were armed, some instead carrying loot from shops, be it stolen TVs, hardware, essentially anything that wasn’t bolted down.
A derelict jeep sufficed as cover as the team began opening fire at the Imalakians. Taking care in dropping them one by one, most of the stragglers were bleeding out or fleeing by the time the IFV caught up to empty its rounds into their backs.
The road ahead was blocked — not by barricades or debris, but by derelict vehicles of unfortunate evacuees, their fates uncertain now. This made for effective cover, and an easy means to watch the chaos going on in the town’s center. Hanging from what’d once been a monument to Ygarthene colonists were flayed, mutilated bodies. Perhaps they were of high-ranking enemies…
“That’s an unpleasant sight.” Niko squinted, watching the plaza. The firefight, whatever it had been, had died down by now, Ma’athists now wandering about aimlessly beside the corpses of their enemies and compatriots alike.
“There it fucking is.” Leonid muttered.
“Huh?” Bianka was oblivious as to what Leonid was referring to. Peeking, he gestured ahead, beside what’d once been an administrative office for Imalakia’s former overlords.
It was a beast of a machine, dwarfing any tank in the VDR inventory. Bearing two massive cannons — they had to be about 140mm, it was a beast of a machine. A radar device existed between the two cannons, perhaps serving to guide the anti-aircraft missile launchers on the sides of the Balthazar’s turret.
“So that’s how they shot down the drone.” Adrienne muttered.
“No way in hell we can fight that thing.” Bianka said. “I’m lazing it.”
Kneeling over, she took a packed TV17[5] from her back, setting it atop one of the abandoned cars’ hoods. Activating it, its little mechanical legs sprung to life and its camera deployed, autonomously looking about for targets.
[VDRFOR] - [LAtR-13] - [12. Falsczhirmkompania] - [4. Platun ‘Husaria’] - [3. Sektion] /// - “Target has been marked. Clear to splash ‘em.”
[VDRFOR] - [XXXX] - [XXXX] - [Kori Ko-24] - /// - “Hold on tight, coming right up.”
Equipping her AR goggles, Bianka had a clear perspective on enemies the TV17 had designated, including the tank, without even needing to peek from cover. She could also see, through the minimap on her HUD, a flight of Valefontene aircraft on the approach.
In a moment, the tank was engulfed in an explosion, dust obscuring it from view. Bianka kept a nervous eye on the vehicle, waiting…
“It didn’t do shit, sierzant!” Leonid exclaimed, looking on at the Balthazar. Indeed, it had shrugged off two 500 lb bombs as if it had been nothing.
[VDRFOR] - [XXXX] - [XXXX] - [Kori Ko-24] - /// - “Can you confirm hit?”
[VDRFOR] - [LAtR-13] - [12. Falsczhirmkompania] - [4. Platun ‘Husaria’] - [3. Sektion] /// - “Hit confirmed — didn’t do shit to the damn thing.”
[VDRFOR] - [XXXX] - [XXXX] - [Kori Ko-24] - /// - “I’ll lodge a request of the artillery kind. Out.”
The tank seemed to be moving, as if to avoid getting struck again. By moving, however… it was getting closer to them.
It had come into view of the IFV supporting 3. Sektion, which promptly began firing — targeting the Balthazar’s radar module. The damaging of the device revealed a flaw in the Balthazar’s armor: a straight point, likely lacking in the armor much of the rest of the turret possessed to accomodate electronics.
As the turret slowly began turning to confront the IFV, Niko took action — against Bianka’s orders. AP1178[6] launcher in hand, he abruptly left cover, aiming at the weakened radar panel of the approaching tank… and opened fire.
“What the fuck are you—” Bianka’s question was cut short by the thunderous boom and resounding dust-cloud that followed as rocket artillery came down on the approaching vehicle, obscuring it again from view.
The silence that followed was cut short, however, as the Balthazar’s machinegun began opening fire through the dust, aiming in Niko’s general direction. He’d already moved by now, but the shots were certainly close — bullets shredding through the windows of the vehicle he’d sought shelter behind.
It became more apparent that the radar panel had been even more damaged in the barrage, the remains of the panel revealing the weak, vertical armor slat situated behind it.
“Hey, man. You gotta do what you gotta do!” Niko was practically shouting, as the terrible sound of the Balthazar’s coaxial MG made nearly everything else inaudible. Sliding the launcher over to Bianka, he also rolled a single unused rocket her way. The gesture was obvious.
She picked it up, loaded the rocket in, and waited… even as the Balthazar’s cannon turned, it made a god-awful noise. Perhaps it was searching for the IFV?
Bianka fired, the rocket speeding towards the terrible war machine’s radar panel, right between its two cannons…
Metal met metal, steel met steel. Penetrating the weak point, the rocket detonated, showering the inside of the vehicle with flame and shrapnel… it wasn’t long until it…
BOOM
The ground briefly — and violently shook… and then it happened. In a sudden, bright spectacle of flame and destruction, the hatches of the Balthazar were blown open, flames erupting from within. Whatever Bianka had done, it’d managed to ignite the racks of ammunition stored inside the powerhouse of a tank.
“By God…” Niko muttered, rising to his feet as he watched the tank burst into flames.
“Nice shot, Sierzant.” Adrienne complimented.
“Couldn’t have done any better myself.” Leonid was impressed by Bianka’s rather badass feat. It was, indeed, the second badass thing she’d pulled off in recent memory.
A second, even more spectacular explosion erupted, sending the tank turret off its chassis, landing not far from the original site of the wreck.
“This’ll be a message to Hoover, to Fern… and to any other Euphemians who stand firmly behind terrorism.” Bianka threw the launcher aside, turning away to walk back to the IFV. All in a day’s work.
EYES WIDE SHUT
Redwood Lodge
Somewhere in Valefontaine
Valefontene Democratic Republic
4/2/2018 - 10:47 PM VST
“And in this far-off land, a game of chess.” Goettczheld began. “The Euphemians have their piece, the Bull… and we have ours.”
The other eight members of the table were listening intently, as it was likely old Goettczheld was going to give them an order.
“Our piece? We have many.” The young man in the electronic ‘smiley’ mask replied.
“The Queen of Spades. Unbeknownst to her, she falls into our plan perfectly. The Dreamraker Project has ensured this… present individual of interest is to be a docile one. Easy to control.” Goettczheld explained. “Case White will be enacted. The young soldier will overcome the Bull and wreak havoc and destruction… and Euphemie will align itself towards war. From there, who knows what’ll happen?”
“And if she fails?” The man in the red mask questioned, curious.
“We find another.”
CONTEXT NOTES
1 - AAM-99 - MANPADS system native to Euphemie.
2 - ED-1 - A Ludzowe Armie IFV, in use with the airborne forces of the VDR. Check the ‘Ludzowe Armie’ WorldWideWiki page for more information.
3 - M5A1 - The M5A1 Balthazar is a monster of a tank, developed since the 1991 Euphemian-Turmenistanian Border War. The project quickly began bleeding funds, however, and was canceled sometime in 2003.
There are many design flaws apparent in the Balthazar that cannot be perceived at first glance. For one, the radar panel used by its integrated SAMs protects a weak layer of armor. This weakness is due to the large, bulky electronics and wiring in that specific part of the vehicle. Due to the ridiculous amounts of fuel the vehicle burns, the Balthazar is also insanely vulnerable to napalm because of its rather large fuel supplies.
Nonetheless, whoever sent such a beast to Imalakia certainly had friends in high places.
4 - 1991 Euphemian-Turmenistanian Border War - The collapse of the South Ophiric Federation in the 1920s left long-standing contested borders between the Federal States of Euphemie and Turmenista. These tensions came to a boiling point in 1991, when Euphemian president V.C. Minton attempted to press said claims.
The conflict didn’t escalate much further, however, due to pressure by the Continental System. Since then, Euphemie has been preparing for a final war where it will reassert its claims. Under the stern leadership of President George Fern, it’s very well within the realm of possibility.
5 - TV17 - A quadrupedal optical surveillance system/laser designator device.
6 - AP1178 - Rocket launcher in service with the VDR. Due to its higher caliber, it is preferred for dealing with heavier targets.