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-The United Federation of Nations- wrote:Sergeant Thomas J. Watts, FMC
Ceasefire Line
Djibouti, East African Republic
Sunday 8th September 2019, 0745hrs Local Time
“Which makes you wonder about the sort of people we’re going to deal with out here.”
As they finished speaking Watts watched as the Squad Scout, Private First Class Stephen A. Harper, raised his hand in the ‘halt’ signal as he took a knee and peered at something through the scope of his weapon. In response to PFC Harper’s signal the rest of the squad halted in their place, taking a knee themselves and watching their own sectors around the patrol. They would take no further action until Watts ordered them into a different formation in response to an attack.
“What you got, Private,” Watts queried, thumbing the button on his squad radio set.
“Looks like a government patrol, Sergeant,” PFC Harper’s voice replied over the radio. “A dozen men, moving along their side of the ceasefire line in tactical fashion.”
“Have they spotted you yet?”
“I think so, Sir,” Harper replied. “They’ve halted as well.”
Watts frowned thoughtfully for a moment.
“Hold your position, I’m Oscar Mike,” Watts said, before turning to the Lieutenant. “Let’s go take a look.”
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by Freistaat-Ostafrika » Tue Dec 03, 2019 4:31 pm
-The United Federation of Nations- wrote:Sergeant Thomas J. Watts, FMC
Ceasefire Line
Djibouti, East African Republic
Sunday 8th September 2019, 0745hrs Local Time
Sergeant Watts and the rest of the squad moved quickly towards PFC Harper’s position, smoothly adjusting their formation in response to hand signals from Watts. Before the squad had been moving in a normal, balanced, formation designed to allow the unit to respond to an attack from any side, and predominantly from the front. Now, they were heavily biased towards the right hand side, with only one soldier tasked with left-side security as, although Watts did not expect any trouble, the potential ‘threat’ was on the right side. The six-man Fireteam Bravo held back, ready to push out and flank the enemy in the event of trouble, whilst Watts, Leutnant Bleier, the Squad Gunner, Lance Corporal Jack Martin, and Assistant Gunner, PFC Brown, regrouped with PFC Harper on the ridge, thereby consolidating Fireteam Alpha once again. Federation squad tactics were centred around establishing a base of fire, which was why Lance Corporal Miles lugged around an M240L Medium Machine Gun, which would then be used to pin an enemy down whilst other troops maneuverer to flank and destroy any enemy unit or position. It was simple enough framework, and one that could readily be adapted to meet different battlefield conditions.
As such, even as Watts was taking a knee beside Harper, Miles and Brown were setting up their weapon and drawing down on the Government patrol, just in case.
Sure enough, as Watts looked through his optics at the dozen or so men that had also halted in something resembling a tactical formation, he suspected that Harper was right and that these people were Government troops. Although they lacked the full combat and load-carrying equipment that Federal troops, and indeed most western troops, enjoyed, they nevertheless had set combat uniforms and some webbing to carry ammunition although it looked like they lacked any substantial body armour beyond their helmets. Never the less, this was far and a way beyond what most of the Rebel militia could field, with only officers and sergeants being issued a uniform and some load-carrying equipment, the rest of the rebel troops used what they could find, buy or scavenge, and despite attempts at some sort of standardisation, which had resulted in a ‘rebel look’, the equipment quality of the rebels varied as much as their combat capability. It didn’t take a genius, therefore, to easily identify these troops as belonging to the EAR Government. Watts knew that encounters like this, although likely to become commonplace, would be fraught with difficulties here at the beginning when they first started happening, and getting off on the right foot would be essential.
“Harper, you’re with me,” Watts ordered after a moment, deciding that taking one man as a security element was the best bet at avoiding a misunderstanding, confident in the knowledge that Corporal Carrol and Bravo Squad could respond quickly enough. “Lieutenant, you want to come and say hello to these boys as well?”
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by Freistaat-Ostafrika » Sun Dec 15, 2019 4:48 pm
-The United Federation of Nations- wrote:Sergeant Thomas J. Watts, FMC
Ceasefire Line
Djibouti, East African Republic
Sunday 8th September 2019, 0745hrs Local Time
Watts lead Harper and Lieutenant Bleier down the slope towards the Government patrol, slightly comforted by knowing that he was covered by Lance Corporal Martin and his medium machine gun, although he knew full well that if a firefight were to break out the three of them would likely be the first casualties. Opposite them two soldiers were approaching from the Government patrol, likely their Squad Leader and a man for security, which was a good sign; there was no point bringing either side’s troops up to the ceasefire line in-force, after all according to the Treaty, only the Federation forces were supposed to be patrolling the line. The Government would likely claim that their troops were far enough back from the ceasefire line, and Watts rather suspected that they were correct as far as the letter of the law was concerned. Never the less, he was pleased to see that the Government’s soldiers at least had the common sense to avoid doing anything provocative, especially so close to the start of the peacekeeping operation. It was perhaps hardly surprising, all things considered, given that for all their Government’s continuing posturing the soldiers themselves were likely exhausted after a decade of fighting.
“Hello there,” Watts called out as they approached. “Sergeant Watts, Federal Marines.”
“Sergeant Dubaku, East African Army,” The taller of the two men approaching them replied as he stopped, just, on his side of the ceasefire line as the Federation troops stepped right up to it as well, speaking in accented English. “How can I help you, Sergeant.”
“Just saying hello, Sergeant, we’re going to be working in close proximity along this line for the foreseeable future, we’re far more likely to build a working peace here if we get to know each other,” Watts replied. “This is PFC Harper, my Platoon Scout, and Lieutenant Bleier, who is the Ostafrikan Observer to the Federation peacekeeping mission… are you stationed far from here, Sergeant?”
Sergeant Dubaku gave the Ostafrikan Lieutenant a suspicious look before turning back to Watts.
“Our patrol base is a few miles away from here, we’re the first patrol of the day.”
Watts fixed the East African Sergeant with a firm look; it was obvious that the man wasn’t going to engage in a prolonged dialogue with him, beyond the pleasantries and answering the basic questions that the Treaty compelled them to answer to the peacekeepers. It was a disappointing start, but at least it was something to build from.
“Well, I’ll let you get back on with your patrol, Sergeant,” Watts said, smiling. “Stay safe out there.”
“You too, Federation.”
Watts smile remained until his group turned away and began to walk back from their brief encounter with the Government forces.
“It will take some time to build any level of trust,” Watts sighed. “Largely, the Rebels want us here, the Government sees us as an obstacle to destroying the rebellion.”
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