And So it Begins(MT,Open)

[Western Averi]

The forest was quiet, the only sound filling it was that of the FRA's supply convoy. It had been four years since normality was disregarded and chaos took over and ruled the land. When King Haydn died in 2004, with both of his sons already dead and his wife as well, chaos erupted. In the weeks that followed, militia's and the military struggled for control of the nation. After a month, the evil nation known as Norvea invaded Averi to "keep the peace" as they put it. But they everything but. They raided and burned the land, taking no care for civilians, counting everyone just as killable as the other. They took control of the nation in under two months. However, before they invaded General Irshogam used the remaining military and mustered in the western part of Averi and started taking cities in the name of himself. He quickly captured the farmlands of Western Averi, taking away vital supplies from the rest of the free Averi. The remaining government officials in Pelegias, the capital of Western Averi, declared Westeren Averi independent from Averi and so Western Averi was established.
Naturally, Norvean forces didn't like this and as they cut and burned their way through the rest of Averi, they eventually reached Western Averi borders. The Western Freedom Force took the place of Western Averi's military and took up to fighting Irshogam and Norvean forces. After years of fighting, Irshogam was recently defeated just last month and Western Averi was finally completely free. However, the United Libertarian Republic of Averi, ULRA, was now the main threat to Western Averi, with Norvea pulling ULRA's puppet strings.

Keegan and his squad of fifteen sat hidden in the brush, on either side of the main supply road for the FRA that ran near the Western Averi border. Keegan had his KAC PDW, or KAC-1 aimed at the road, waiting for the convoy to arrive. Keegan and his men were low on supplies and they had taken to raiding FRA convoys for ammo, food and weapons since the non-existent budget couldn't buy any supplies. There was atleast six different weapons with in Keegan's squad and only Keegan and two men actually had uniforms.
Soon the rumbling of engines got closer and soon trucks and humvee's appeared on the road. Little did the FRA know that the road was littered with land mines and claymores. Soon the lead humvee exploded as well as the humvee behind it. Gunfire soon erupted from the brush as Keegan's squad opened fire on the FRA convoy. Keegan unloaded a clip onto a squad of FRA soldiers scrambling out of the burning vehicles. After only a few minutes of gun fire, the last shot was fired. Keegan reloaded and stepped out onto the road, now littered with burning wreckage and bodies. The men looted weapons, ammo and food. Men climbed into the trucks and they soon drove away to Fort Geraldou, a Averi border fort.
The war has reached new heights, and General Marcus Reed, commander of the WFF is asking the international community to help Western Averi defeat the Norvean-controlled FRA and liberate Western Averi and their former nation still under ULRA control

[Blademasters765]

The Sergeant watched the attack from his vantage point, his squad scattered around in foxholes waiting for any unexpecting fool to walk into their kill zone, the silenced weapons of the BSATF(Bladian Special Army Task Force) gave them an advantage in this terrain, after the attack had finished and the freedom fighters drove away in the remaining vehicles the sergeant watched, the AWAC above being specially fitted for stealth missions followed the vehicles as they moved towards the fort, they directed the squad to it and after an hour or two they arrived just away from the fort at the edge of bushland, their camouflage hid them well into the bush, they watched the fort and finally the sergeant stood up and waved his hand at the fort to signal to them to open up, his squad stood ready to provide covering fire if things went pear shaped

[Western Averi]

Fort Geraldou
Western Averi Border Fort
Border Control HeadQuarters

The fort was bustling with activity as men scrambled to unload the new supplies brought in my Keegan and his men. Most of the supplies was ammunition and two trucks had medical supplies, something that was desperatley needed. Two of his men took new weapons, one taking an M4A1 and the other taking a M16A4. Both grabbed ammo for them before heading off to the barracks.
Men stood on the walls, tattered Averian flags flying over the fort towers on the walls, the sun cutting through the sun damaged flag. When the guard spotted the Bladian waving his hand, he raised his weapon and shouted something. The gate opened and eight men with weapons raised walked towards the Bladian

[Gratislavia]

[b]Task force Bravo, Skies over Western Averi, 1936 hours[/b]

"Check copy Check copy this is Bravo to Hunter Echo come in Hunter Echo"The pilot of the small Gratislavian tactical insertion team sad lazily

"Copy Bravo Hunter Echo is live you are cleared to begin operations."

"Strong copy initiating drop sequence now."

The plane gained altitude slightly then began to descend slightly, all the while the ten men in her hold prepped for the H.A.L.O. drop. The plane once again gained altitude while silently opening its drop door and arming its weapons. The plane seemed to stand still, then ten figures dropped from it open hatch at an alarming rate. The men hung in they air in a kind of free fall for a few tense moments before finally pulling there rip cords. There chutes deployed in a blur of gray motioned and they began to glide safely towards the ground. The whole incident was made to look like an accident which explained why they plane had changed altitude various times. It would take a trained eye to realize that this was a Gratislavian task force coming to investigate they new country. But of course first the men would have to find they western Averians.

[Western Averi]

bump, come on people

[Blademasters765]

The Sergeant looked at the hostile response and simply used the best sign language he could to say, their friendly, here to help, lower your weapons or else

The men in the bushes each had a target, they were ready to take out every immediate threat to the sergeants life should the need arise

[Western Averi]

The squad kept their weapons raised at the man. They then noticed he was trying to use sign language. Good thing for the man Keegan had rushed out of the gate by now, his gun in hand. He noticed the situation and spoke up " We speak English, and so do you, so cut out the sign language, who are you?"

[Blademasters765]

"Alright bloody hell, no need to get snappy" He looked at the man "We're are from Bladia, we heard you required help and we're pretty sure from what we've seen weapons and basic survival stuff like Food and medicine, whose in charge, I need to speak to them" he hoped they believed his true story, he really didn't want to have them all shot

[Western Averi]

Keegan took in what the uniformed man said. He was offering supplies, something the WFF needed heavily. He looked around at the squad, weapons still raised and nervous. He nodded and they lowered their weapons. He waved towards the man " Come on, I'll take you to Commander Reed" He turned to head back into the fort, hoping the man was following

[Blademasters765]

The sergeant moved forward and out of the treeline 10 men seemed to appear out of nowhere, only a third of the platoons strength, they followed the sergeant as the sergeant followed the man, eventually he and his men reached this commander Reed after following the soldier

[Western Averi]

Keegan took them into the Fort, which was run down to say the least. It had been the victim of multiple air strikes and artillery barrages, so it was in disrepair. The Command Post or the building where all the action took place reflected the damaged inflicted to the Fort. The East Wing was exposed to the nature partially and the Communications Department, or where it was was now just a big gapping hole. Keegan lead them through the mud filled courtyard and into the Command Post. After going up flights of stairs, they arrived at an office, the door worn from use. Keegan knocked twice before opening the door " Commander Reed, we have vistors" gesturing for the men to enter the room

[Peace for men]

The USSRPFM Planes moved slowly overhead through the Western Averi night their back hatches slowly opening. There were three of the jets each full of twenty guys each making sixty men in total. The Spetnaz squad leaders began to co-ordinate between planes as the lights turned redm"This is Tiger one ready." Came the first stick in Plane one, "Tiger two ready." Plane two' stick, "Tiger three ready." Plane three's stick. The men inside gave thumbs up signs and jumped out into the night sky as the light inside turned green.

It took ten minutes for the Special forces company to re-group in the dark forests. The men had stached their chutes and now moved forwards AK-74U's at the ready in case they ran into any hostiles. "So Sarge tell me will ya. Who we helping out here?" Private Marik looked around as he took point in his squad's column through the dark forests. "The local guerillas." Sergeant Price responded to Marik. Marik went to continue on but a sharp crack of a twig up ahead made him fall falt to the ground looking straight ahead. "Four persons." Marik said.
"Hostile?" Price questioned back.
"Unknown."

[Noravea]

January 19th, 2008
Border of Western Averi

Johan Kyril was the mastermind behind the last few years in Averi, a constant guerrilla war has been raging for the last 4 years in occupied territories, but just a few weeks before, it ended with the capture of most major guerrilla leaders. The war was beginning to become unpopular at home for the genocidal dictator of Noravea, a massive peace movement being led by Nico Caeus was growing in strength in the country, and he needed a major victory to end the war and to annex Averi. Already, he lost 110,000 soldiers in this war, but he had killed millions of Averian people in response, but that number was insignificant to the number of Noravs he killed over the last 12 years. Already, 15 million were killed in the infamous Norav Death Camps, which were mostly a secret.

On the entire frontier of Averi, a massive invasion force was assembled to invade Western Averi. On the ocean, almost 450 ships were ready to bombard the Western Averi coast, and to capture various towns on the coast, while a massive force of 1,000,000 soldiers, 2,000 tanks, 1,000 aircraft, and 3,000 artillery pieces was about to begin.

"Supreme Leader Kyril, our invasion force has been assembled." a General said, bowing down to his dictator.

"Good, good." Kyril said. "We should end this war by the end of the year if all goes well. Begin operations immediately."

"Yes, Supreme Leader." the General said as he departed the room.

An hour later, as clocks hit 1200, the first waves of Norav tanks, soldiers, and vehicles crossed the border into Western Averi, hundreds of aircraft targeting SAM sites across the border, as well as various garrisons along the border. Artillery began to roar all at once as the invasion began, targeting any town on the border as well. The war had begun.

[Blademasters765]

"I believe you are in need of some supplies commander, I'm here to offer them" The sarge said whilst putting down his rifle

Outside the soldiers cleared an area and within seconds a chute appeared and a crate landed, the soldiers opened it and picked out the contents, "Anyone want some weapons and food" The corporal said with a grin

[Western Averi]

"I believe you are in need of some supplies commander, I'm here to offer them" The sarge said whilst putting down his rifle

Outside the soldiers cleared an area and within seconds a chute appeared and a crate landed, the soldiers opened it and picked out the contents, "Anyone want some weapons and food" The corporal said with a grin

Commander Jerry Reed turned to look at the man. He was battle hardened, had a light scar running across the right side of his face. He had a grey stubble where one can assume a beard grows. He had a handgun in a holster on his hip and was wearing green pants, with black boots and a grey jacket that bore his name and rank " First, I need to know what nation you hail from. Then we can talk supplies"

[Blademasters765]

"Bladia, my good sir" The sergeant replied

[Western Averi]

"Bladia, my good sir" The sergeant replied

Jerry rubbed his chin and turned to sit down in his chair behind the desk " Never heard of ya, but ok. Now, let's talk business. What kind of supplies are you offering?"

[Blademasters765]

"What do you need?" The sergeant replied (Sorry for short posts, internet problems)

[Western Averi]

"What do you need?" The sergeant replied (Sorry for short posts, internet problems)

OOC: No problem, I understand
IC:
" What do we need? Pretty much anything and everything you can offer"

[Blademasters765]

"consider it done, hell we already have a crate of guns being handed out to your men now" He replied

[Peace for men]

"Hostiles moving away sir." Price said through his inter company comn link. His Commanding officer responded and Price nodded. He signalled the two squads under his command forwards once more and the lead squads moved forwards with their guns ready. As they moved the men heard a crashing sound and dived to the ground as a clearly unfriendly hostile vechile entered the clearing. "Fuck FRA!" Shouted Price firing off his AK-74U at the enemy troops which dismounted from the suddenly appeared vechile clearly marked. The rear squads began to move up to provide support as they heard the cracks and snaps of distance gun fire and soon the whole company of 60 men had joined in the fire fight which was beginning to turn larger as more enemy vechiles arrived in the forest clearing. "Where'd these guys come from?" One man said to his friend before opening fire on a group of enemy soldiers gathered together. "Dunno keep firing." Repiled his friend. The company had reformed and pulled out of the clearing by now and was fighting the enemy from the treeline that surrounded the clearing.

Spetsnaz was denifitally having a bad morning...

[Western Averi]

"consider it done, hell we already have a crate of guns being handed out to your men now" He replied

" Good. Now, a question for you. What were your men doing?"

[La Pays De Soliel]

Somewhere in the Casandra Mountain Range

The United Kingdom of La Pays de Soliel Air Force was placed on high alert. Colonel Edward Anderson stood looking at the newest stealth plane, the Dreamlifter. The black plane looked like something out of a science fiction novel. It was basically a large wing with a bulbous nose. "Do you like it?" A voice came from behind Anderson. He turned to see General John Carthage walking toward him.
"What is it?" Anderson asked.
"It is the newest stealth cargo lifter, and it's the fastest in the world." Carthage answered. He saw the puzzled look on Anderson's face. "It can reach anywhere in the world within 4 hours. It can double as a tank and troop transport or launch several smaller aircraft, such as the new Galaxy fighter."
"So what are going to us it for today?" Anderson asked still puzzled.
"Follow me." With that Carthage walked away from the plane and headed to the briefing room.

"Ok, now that we're all here." Carthage said as he tapped some keys on his laptop. "Today will be using the new Dreamlifter for humanitarian aid. Officially we have offered to aid the country of Western Averi, a small and desperate nation who is surrounded by would-be conquerors and terrorists. However, unofficially, we are to send weapons and millitary supplies to a base along the border. 95 of the 100 Dreamlifters will be routed to the capital of Western Averi, Pelegias. the remaining 5 will be split off from the main group and will be route to Fort Geraldou, where we will drop off the supplies and rejoin the main group. Fort Geraldou has no working runway so we have to fly just over the tops of the buildings on the main street to unload. It will be difficult, so I've select the best pilots for this..."

Somewhere near Fort Geraldou along the Western Averi Boarder

Colonel Anderson sat in the pilot's seat of the Dreamlifter called DL5. "General?" He said.
"Yes, Anderson?" Carthage replied
"You never said that we'd be dropping troops off at the base as well."
"No but I did say that it was unofficial. It was a need-to-know basis only."
Loaded in DL5's cargobay was 750 of the Royal Marines, 200 Special Forces operatives, and 100 of the new Chimera Tank. The Chimera was light and agile, but also packed a punch. The specs were of course classified.
"Colonel?" Carthage asked.
"Yes, sir?" Anderson answered.
"Begin preparations to unload the cargo. From here on in until we regroup with the others maintain radio silence."
"Yes, sir."

[Rawaysia]

302nd Air Deployed Rifle Battalion was going to be headed to Western Averi. The planes were Tu-4s, Soviet-made long-range bombers that had been modified for parachute deployment. The unit consisted of seven hundred troops along with an artillery wing. The logistical train was limited, they were suppose to fight on their own and as such they had an average of a ninety-four pound rucksack. The weapon for these troops was the SMLE MK III, it's comparatively high rate of fire and long 'touching' range made it a favorite of the A-Rifle units. The commander was an eccentric Colonel, Clark Jourden.

Communique to the WFF Forces:
We will aid you, in response you will act when we call upon you to do so.

[Peace for men]

"Withdraw!" Came the cry of the LT from his position on the left flank. He had only given this order when three more men had been plucked from the ground by heavy MG fire being fired off by APC's that the enemy had brought up. The company withdrew in a fire and manuver style setting their dead comrades bodies alight to avoide identification as USSRPFM troops. Black ops really did have a meaning in these modern times. As the Company leap frogged back into the shadows of the forests the enemy followed them for a while until they lost their heavy support and it became an equal fight once more.

The company reformed now numbering 50 guys, one of which of was injured in his arm but it was being bandaged up by his squad medic. "Okay check weapons." The three sergeants of the company said. Each NCO was only identifiable through their use of a different gun to the normal opretives. The NCO's and Officers of the Company all carried the AK-74U but the average grunt in the Spetnaz Black ops division was equiped with the Mark 17 assualt rifle. As the group reloaded and cleaned rifles they counted their blessings and mourned silently for their ten lost comrades. A sudden snap made the company jump to attention once more and they soon had their guns locked and ready. But then one of the men held up his hand signalling it was alright as he looked through a bush to see a different patrol of guys. "WFF?" The man whispered into the ear of man who would of only just realised the knife resting against his neck...