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New Luanda
The hurricane slammed into the island nation of New Luanda fiercely, drowning the majority of the nation nearly over night. The frenzied populace, already burdened by severe famine and disease, was thrown into complete anarchy, with police and military forces suppressing looters and rioters with deadly force and extreme prejudice. While this scenario was bad enough, elements of the armed forces abandoned their posts in favor of securing the vital supplies left within their bases and various police outposts. Working with professional criminal elements, these forces were able to neutralize any loyal forces guarding these facilities. As they captured the bases, they discovered an old Cold War weapons cache - a MIRV missile base. The leader of these forces, Generalissimo Cortez, saw this as a golden opportunity to instate his twisted form of government; unquestionable military rule, a dictatorship led by an iron fist with enough lead and muscle to secure its position in power. The base's underground sector was built to withstand the horrors of a nuclear war, and any event that would take place after. It had enough supplies to sustain a small military force and an even smaller amount of refugees for a year at best. This gave Cortez enough leverage to use his populace as leverage for the international community. With aide shipments raided and destroyed by these forces, allies of the nation flocked to protect its wellbeing.
However, the vast arsenal left at the base was more than enough to sustain the Generalissimo. He had his men activate the emergency power, and was fortunate to obtain a fully functional MIRV missile; an intercontinental ballistic missile, this model capable of carrying at least 8 nuclear warheads. Drunk with power, Cortez has begun plans to fire these missiles at various nations around the globe, starting with the Emmerian Coalition. First, they would be issued an ultimatum - a sum of money, or a cache of armaments. On the morning of August 8th, 20XX, he sent his message to the Coalition, using numerous social media outlets and the ever famous Youtube. When they had recieved the message, the President had issued an emergency meeting with the Council of Armed Conflict, Emmeria's wartime leadership. They agreed to feign a weapons shipment, but in reality the brave Coalition 17th Fleet was readied, and dispatched to the area from their patrol in the Illbarin Oceans. From here, Coalition A-164s were to take off from the Revelation super carrier and bombard the area from the Naval Cove on one of the islands. It was to be a short and simple operation.
Little Luanda - Approaching Naval Cove
"Badger One, approaching target, strike package alpha engaged." The Pilots chattered, their radios interfered by the viscous storm. "Approaching target destination, spinnin' the Gau."
The chatter was usual enough for an airstrike. Necessary for the political structure of the operation. The two jets slowed, their miniguns beginning to rev up and open up on the cove. They made their first strafe successfully, striking a group of stagnant vehicles approaching the concrete walls of the fortress. They broke off, and turned for another go. Badger One noticed an oddity however -- there were hardly any soldiers in the open. Was it the hurricane conditions? Suddenly, his radar warning began bleeping, loudly and urgently.
"What the Hell?" Badger said, the "MISSILE WARNING" appearing on his HUD. "Badger Two, I've got SAMs, deploying ECM and Flare countermeasures."
The missiles flew off course, and the planes attempted a second strafe. The radar began bleeping once more. Badger's ECM wasn't ready for a second round, he wasn't expecting a militia to be capable of an attack like this.
"Badger One, I've got two more AA missiles on my tail, breaking off!" He pulled up, attempted to gain altitude and speed. The missiles were hot on his trail, gaining speed and getting closer with each passing moment. In a desperate move, he made a sharp left and bypassed one of them, but luck wasn't on his side for long. The second had maintained course, and collided with the engines of the A-164. The pilot couldn't speak a word before the fuselage erupted in flames, and exploded violently.
"Mother Base, we've got a fallen angel! Repeat, fallen angel!" Badger 2 pulled away. That's when he was greeted with a 'MISSILE WARNING' on his Hud as well. This time, three were approaching him, each at different angles and speeds. His ECM threw two off course, but the third plummeted into the front end of the plane, essentially vaporizing him. Both planes became spirals of flames, and fell to the ocean.
Revelation Carrier - Command Center
Back at the Revelation, General McCarren stood in shock. He had just lost two of his best pilots to a rogue faction. They had unconfirmed reports of the faction obtaining western Military equipment, but nothing like this. They controlled the entire cove, what they thought to be a graveyard of western naval ships, turned out to be just as alive as ever. At most, he knew they would only have been able to salvage the weapons systems - but this was complicated enough. They were already unable to make a military strike, due to the hurricane conditions, but now the faction was alerted to them. It was only a matter of time before the missile was fired, and while Coalition missile defense worked easily with modern day ICBMs, these ones lacked the electrical frequency the newer ones did, thus the missile defense systems wouldn't work. He slowly placed his palm over his face, and let out a deep sigh. He had to work by the clock now, and he had no idea how much time he'd have. He turned to Lt. Lennox.
"What's the status on the expeditionary force?" He asked.
"They won't be combat ready until tomorrow, sir. Even if we rushed them in, there wouldn't be any way to insert them via the coast, it'd have to be with a helicopter crew." Lennox looked at McCaren, and handed him a tablet. "They're battered and beaten, but they may be our last option."
The tablet had a display of Task Force Atlas - their members, their armaments, and the after action report of Operation Olympia.
"Are they reliable? This AR reads that their last operation was barely a success." McCarren scrolled through the various reports, there was one by each chief in the Atlas Command Board.
"Do we have a choice?" Lennox asked.
McCarren stared at the tablet for a few moments, sweat noticeable on his brow.
"I want them readied within the hour, tell them to pack light and be ready for hellish conditions. Warm clothes. Two strike teams, one will insert via coast, one via helicopter." He looked at Lennox, "I'm giving them 24 hours, if they screw up, we detect a launch, or miss the deadline, I'm calling in the B-2s."
"Yes sir." Lennox saluted, and made his leave. He pulled his SAT Phone from one of the pockets on his vest. " Garrett, get to the Atlas Briefing room. We're up for Operation Helios."
The Carrier's halls were like a maze, but eventually he made it to the briefing room. There was an intercom within the room for communicating with the hall around it. He spoke into it, using a strict and urgent tone of voice.
"Task Force Atlas and associates, report to SRPA Briefing Room #1A immediately."
Revelation Carrier - Locker Room / Atlas Barracks
Lt. Garcia pulled his equipment out of his locker. His iDroid was sitting on the bench next to him, playing Mp3s as he prepared himself. He pulled on his All-Weather fatigues, followed by his Solid Eye. Once he had his fatigues, he picked up his iDroid, and read the names of the newest STIGRU members outloud.
"Lt. Lennox, Captain West, and... Captain Santiago, welcome to Task Force Atlas." He looked around the room. "Where the hell is Lennox?"
"McCarren's errand boy you mean? He's called for us at the briefing room. Maybe if you didn't have Johnny Cash on full blast, you could hear him." Santiago pat Garcia on the back, before opening his own locker and getting dressed. "You know, they don't give us those for our personal entertainment."
"Whatever, just get your ass in gear and let's move, not wise to keep the brass waiting." Garcia laughed, pulling his LBT-6094 from the locker and putting it over his equipment. "Atlas, we're equipping at the armory after the briefing, get your essentials and double time it to the Briefing Room!" He called across the locker room.
(OOC: I'm very visual. And those are the new STIGRU members of the team, figured it'd be cool to give them faces rather than just straight up guess.)
