Clouds Over Cannidarsa [Closed, IC]

[Fjorda]

10:42 local(18:42 Fjordan) Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 16/04/2030

"This is Rook, good to go." The person turned off his broadcast to his earpiece and looked at his arm-mounted computer. The OPSAT was dark and form-fitting, it ran on a new Fjordan OS that wasn't released to the military yet, courtesy of King's contacts in Gruppe Zehn. The OPSAT was linked to private satellites flying over the planet at intervals. He let his mind wander off, watching the darkness in front of the vehicle. His thoughts were interrupted by the driver, "We're here." The man picked up his bag at his feet and exited the truck. He watched the driver turn off the lights and pocket the keys for the vehicle before grabbing his own backpack. Four more men jumped out of the back of the truck, prototype rifles slung on their shoulders and also carrying backpacks. The man who identified himself as Rook dug an RF jammer out of his backpack and placed it down behind the truck.

"Alright, the jammer is up, it's good to go in two minutes. We'll walk towards the checkpoint unmenacingly and they'll let us in, walk like we have a purpose, like we're touring the facility or some shit. We'll go by aliases, no names. If we start to lose, pop that cyanide patch on you and wipe your OPSAT's backups, clear?" The men all nodded and he nodded as well. "Good, glad to get it through. He checked to make sure his handgun was secured in the hip holster as well as the non-lethal compliment in his shoulder holster. He motioned for them to follow and stopped ten feet from the gate to the checkpoint. He didn't see anybody and said, "Hello? Is anybody there?"

[Cannidarsa]

10:42 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 16/04/2030

A lone guard stepped out from his gatehouse wearing an old brown military trenchcoat in tattered condition with a rusty AKM over his back.
"Yes, I am here! Come closer, I don't hear too good anymore, Comrade!"

The old guard leaned on a cane in his left hand stepping to the gate and sliding it open.
"Come on, come closer."
The guard had a long white beard and wore thick glasses as well as a few medals on his coat.

[Fjorda]

10:42 local(18:42 Fjordan) Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 16/04/2030

"Oh, thank you, Comrade!" He motioned for the people to come inside of the security of the gate. He fumbled in his pants pocket for a wallet and opened it up, pulling out an identification card along with some credentials and several other cards for firearm possession. He handed it towards him, "I am Jacob Riley, part of a tour group that was started in Fjorda. I am a native Cannidarsan and all these men have permission to carry their firearms as you can see with the cards." He looked around, taking in the area and kicked his boot into the snow a bit back and forth, waiting for the old guard to review the credentials.

[Cannidarsa]

10:42 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 16/04/2030

The guard leaned harder on his cane and lifted his glasses.
"Yes yes, I see. It all looks valid! Welcome to V.M. Popov Nuclear Power Plant, Comrades.. Just let me validate you for secondary, they'll just ask some simple questions!"

He reached into the gatehouse and pressed a switch.
The old man smiled. "You boys have a nice tour of the plant now.."
He walked back into his gatehouse as the gate began to slide shut, muttering to himself. "Kto eti lyudi..."

The label on the switch read "ПГК"

[Fjorda]

10:43 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The entourage began moving towards the second checkpoint, muttering to themselves before getting within range of audio listening and changing the topic to a more peaceful thing, speaking in German. "Die Heimat ist gut, nicht wahr?" "Oh, ja. Erika ist gut jetzt, aber sie ist blöd. Dieses Länder ist sehr Kälte." They kept talking to themselves in German when the leader, identified as Jacob Riley approached the gatehouse of the second, having pushed the nervousness past him about the button. "Comrade! You have questions for me, da?"

[Cannidarsa]

10:43 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The inner security gate didn't open right away and hushed talking in a strange language could be heard from behind it. The gate opened to what was a large scanner of some sort apparently for vehicles, and smaller man-sized one both with red and yellow "Radiation" signs on them. Behind the gate were 3 more guards, all young, and a strange looking figure in a tower, clearly armed with a long rifle. One of the younger guards spoke "Ah yes! We have the questions for you.. You will have to walk through a scanner, then fill out a simple paper.. A 'Guestbook' of sorts."

All of the inner guards were toting some description of bullpup rifles accepting AKM magazines and stamped "GOVT RIFLE 7,62K"
One of them was wearing a metal shell body armor of recent issue.

"The scanner is only to check for any radioactivity that you may have on the shoes or hands, you must place your hands on the center beam and stand still inside, but we should only check one of you for the sake of saving time. We're going to ask you a few basic questions when you do this paper just to make sure you might not have any horrible diseases or something like that, then a staff member will greet you for the tour, yes?"

[Fjorda]

10:44 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The five German-speakers let out a string of curses, "Fich dich." "Scheisse." Jacob turned around and put his hands up in a manner that told them to calm down and he then turned back towards the guards at the checkpoint. He walked forwards, the group following hesitantly because they didn't understand what the Cannidarsans were saying or gesturing. Jacob nodded towards the guards and the five men stood in a loose group behind Jacob as he stood inside the scanner and placed his hands on the center beam, waiting for the scan. He smiled, "What's this paper and these questions supposed to be, may I ask, Comrade? I have never been confronted about my tour groups before at any other reactor site, why the heightened security here?"

[Cannidarsa]

10:44 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The guard wearing the shell armor stepped forward, lifting his shirt to expose a shiny gold badge on his belt in the star in circle style engraved "FEDERAL AGENT" over the top of the circle and numbers on the bottom of the circle. "Look here... I'm a Federal Investigator. This can go one or two ways, 'Comrade'.. You can lay your weapons down and back away slowly, or you can be difficult."

The other men at the inner blockhouse slowly raised their rifles to a low ready, while the strange figure in the tower was seemingly no longer there.

"I'm sure this is some kind of misunderstanding, no?"
He too raised his weapon to a low ready.

"So what will it be?"

[Fjorda]

10:44 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

Jacob laughed and stepped out of the scanner turning toward his group as he raised his hands and put them on his head, they were a nervous wreck and getting ready to pounce before he said a strange phrase, "Schwert, Berg, Fjorda, Arzt." They visibly relaxed and he gave them the order to put their hands on their heads in English. He then began walking briskly towards the reactor complex, his group in tow. "It's cold outside, Investigator. I'll speak with you inside the facility because I'm freezing my toes off," he yelled back. The group began singing cadences as they walked towards the door single-file, "Wenn die Soldaten in die Stadt marschieren..."

[Cannidarsa]

10:45 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The investigator raised his rifle in the air and fired a short burst, the distinct blue muzzle flash lighting up the dim area.
"YOU ARE TO STOP RIGHT THERE." The hardened gates to the inner security barrier slammed shut. "KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"

Bright lighting started to come on around the fence of the facility as a deep toned siren began to sound in "Attack" mode.

At Kresto-01, only a few miles away, the shots were heard in the cold air, followed by the siren. The installation's own siren came on and soldiers rushed out of their barracks, rifles in hand and assembled on their yellow blocks.

The agent smiled wryly "Oh you guys are screwed now. Pretty soon this place is going to be crawling with soldiers" He began walking forward and slipped on ice, firing a burst from his rifle into his own face. The other guards ducked for cover and turned their attention to him.

[Fjorda]

10:45 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030
"Arzt, Fjorda, Berg, Schwert!" The training kicked into the five as the shots were fired and Jacob pushed open the doors into the facility. He unholstered his handgun and said, "On the ground, now!" Two of the guards pushed a heavy container into the door while another covered him. While the fourth with a rifle moved around zip-tying the crew of the facility. Jacob located the plant manager and leveled his pistol at him seeing he was armed. "YOU! MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVES AND YOU AND THE REST IN HERE FUCKING DIE!" The driver had moved into the control room and was pulling up shematics for the facility. He saw the "drain coolant" button but couldn't read the damn letters, but he knew what the button did. He hit it and alarms blared in response. He watched the level slowly get down to zero as the heat level went up. He then re-consulted the shematic and moved towards the control rod lever and hesitated on pulling it.

[Cannidarsa]

10:45 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The plant manager's hands remained in his pockets. "Alright! Whatever you want!" He pressed his "Panic button" discreetly on the keys in his pocket.

At Kresto-01 the signal was received right away and now they knew for sure something serious was happening. The troops rushed to their trucks which pulled away the instant they were loaded.

The plant manager sighed. "What exactly DO you guys want?"

The control room phone began to ring.

[Fjorda]

10:46 Kresto-02, Northern cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

Jacob knew the manager had hit the panic button because of the ringing noise. He smiled and brought the pistol down to his leg, firing once into his shin. He laughed, and looked towards the control and nodded at the driver. He moved up into the control room and picked up the phone. He cleared his throat, "Hallo, Gerhard Eichel speaking, Fjordan ambassador to Cannidarsa. What can I do for you today? Would you like to speak about a possible negotiation? Your plant for the security in finances transferred to an offshore account as well as myself and my men getting out alive?" He looked his hand, noticing some dirt under his finger and looked towards the driver. He nodded at him to pull the rods out, and he saw him consult some schematics before pulling a lever which raised the rods and set off another set of alarms. "Oh, you can hear that, can't you...? All these alarms, imagine the mess this thing will make!"

[Cannidarsa]

10:46 Kresto-02, Northern cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The plant manager fell to one knee but showed no reaction to the shot. Just then the lights of the main building cut off but not the phone line.
Shots, from the plant manager rang out in the darkness, hoping he would hit someone the room only lit by his handgun's muzzle flash.

The lights on the control panels all began to flash at the same time as control rod statuses were showing reset.

A strange voice came over the intercom through the manager's last shots. Spoken with a lisp and an odd accent.

"I have thut off the generator.. Without it you mutht know the reaktar will go to s-s-SKRAM..."

The voice from the phone finally spoke. "What is this, some kind of prank...? I swear to all things holy I've got half the damn region coming down on you, 'AMBASSADOR'."

[Fjorda]

10:47 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

A gloved hand shot out and grabbed the wrist of plant manager and twisted the wrist until audible snaps were heard. The figure then seized the firearm as it left the manager's hand, unloaded it with the flick of his thumb, and then tossed it across the hall. "Rook One, Rook Five. Firearm secured, tying up the manager now." He produced a pair of zipties and shoved the broken wrist of the manager close to his other wrist and wrapped it around with the plastic cuffs. He then pulled it as tight as possible and clicked his transmitter before hearing another transmission. "Rook One, this is Rook Three. We're turning on the shoulder lights.... now." Four bright, one million candlelight beams pierced the darkness.

Riley heard another transmission, "Audio disruptors, engaged." The OPSAT chirped and he saw that it was recording the sound on a chart, and he saw it was above the human ear range, approaching 100,000 hertz. He watched as two from the group split off and were planting charges on the hostages with a two minute timer. Riley nodded towards the driver and he left the control room and took two men with him to the turbine hall, at a brisk run. Riley brought his attention back to the phone and said, "Lapki," before throwing the receiver across the room and rushing out of the control room with the final two men as they rushed out of the control room towards the exit in the turbine hall. Riley saw the driver shoulder through the door, pistol at the ready and then he saw him sprinting towards the perimeter fence. The driver crouched and pulled out a small oxyacetylene torch and began cutting through the fence post.

[Cannidarsa]

10:47 'Nasha Vika', Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

"The radio isn't working right.. But you got the plant in sight right Krychek?"
"That's correct.. We're good to go.

The helicopter was hovering just a few meters off the ground, tails of snow swirling around it in it's rotor wash.
It rose up from behind the snowbank and started a wide circle around the plant, only it's dull blue navigation lights on.
"Everything looks mostly normal, Looks like we have a wounded down there an- Wait, there's someone there, at the perimeter!"
The gunner looked into his gunsight for a closer view and the helicopter came to a sudden stop.
The the whole area lit up in a bright spotlight from the helicopter.
"Hey! You! Stop what you are doing right now and put your hands on your heads!" The voice emanated from the helicopter with an angry tone.

The guards that were in the plant rushed into the control room to find the explosives on the crew and began examining them closer.
"Alright alright.. I think if we just take these off of you, you won't explode..."

[Fjorda]

10:48 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The spotlight lit up the driver and the training ingrained into his brain still kept him cutting the fence. The two men with him, Rook Two and Rook Three froze and slow, drawn-out motion to put their guns down. Rook Four crouched, with Rook Five opening up his backpack and producing a tube which he extended, then attaching a canister on the back. "CLEAR BACKBLAST!" Rook Four and Riley moved in front of Rook Five who sighted up at the helicopter and fired, a rocket aimed straight at the center of the fuselage. Rook Five ditched the tube and the three moved towards the fence which was done being cut. The driver gave the section of the fence a kick and it moved away, which he moved through along with Rook Two and Three shortly followed by Riley and Rook Four and Five off into the cold.

[Syike]

10:48 Kresto-01, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The two motorcross bikes silently sped across the fields of snow with haste, hardly leaving a trail of snow given the harsh winds already making walls of the white water. On the two bikes were men, clad in white poncho coats that covered them almost entirely. They were racing for the southern-most gate of Kresto-01. The man in the lead took note of the gray gate, and switched his headpiece on. "We're here, ditch the bikes. Get those wire cutters ready." The two bikes slid to a stop, and then men stepped off of them, leaving the vehicles in the snow. One man took the SABPWS off of its sling and covered the other man as he started cutting away at the fence, making a hole big enough for the two of them to fit through. The two men slipped through and crouched behind a munitions building. The man in the lead switched through his radio frequencies on his headset, and found "170.38". He took a knee, and started talking. "Come in, HQ." There is only static. Ryder-1 switched his frequency to his partner, Ryder-2. "We have no contact, but it's game time. Switch on the cloaks and keep that CROSSCOM ready." He didn't get any response. Ryder-1 shouted the same words over the snow, and Ryder-2 gave a thumbs up. The two Ghosts fiddled with their equipment, and let off a soft hum as their white coats made them seemingly disappear. The light bent around them, giving them an invisible image. Their eyepieces turned on, emitting a soft blue light. Information filled their fields of view in one eye, giving them mission details and letting them see blurry and inaccurate outlines of the staff that operated the base. They had one mission: to find the blueprints of the infamous "Steel yard", and to find the details of whatever they have planned for Fjorda during their ceasefire. Ryder-1 nodded, and kept a good visual of his surroundings as they moved their hardly visible images across the clearing to an office building. They went to the back of the building and were met with a locked door. They took their tools and quietly unlocked the door, hoping that no soldiers inside would get scared of the door unlocking itself and opening up. They silently stepped in the building, and began scanning rooms to find the documents they were after.

[Cannidarsa]

10:48 'Nasha Vika', Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The rocket passed through the helicopter's troop door and exploded inside the cargo compartment. Thick black smoke poured from it's exhausts but the tough helicopter stayed airborne. It's spotlight unfocused into a wider beam and the gunner fired a burst from the chin gun in a circle around the men. "This is the final chance! Give it up, it's OVER!"

Inside the control room, the guards were still trying to carefully remove the charges from the staff. "Alright, I think I got it... That's one of them.."
They cut the zipties off the manager and one of the guards helped him away. "Just a few more to go.. They don't seem like they're anti-tamper. Guess whoever set these didn't count on us not chasing them.."

[Fjorda]

10:49 Kresto-02, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The OPSAT on Jacob's wrist ticked down to zero and the charges detonated, sending up a large plume. The group split up where there were now six targets as they dashed off into the cold. Riley saw his breath form vapors in his face as he ran, and his nose was running now that he had to run approximately three miles to Point X-Ray to get the hell out of there.

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10:49 5 miles from Kresto-01, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

"They're a little late, and I thought nuclear explosions were a lot larger, but hell if I care." The man picked up a satellite phone off the side of the vehicle and dialed the twenty digit number. "Bishop to King, we're green and on station." The man hung up the satellite phone and then got back into the armored cab of the BM-21. The gunner had the co-ordinates set into the firing computer and hit the button, which also wiped it's very short memory. The 40 rockets launched out of the barrels in 20 seconds and after they had finished, the crew of three jumped out of the vehicle and ran for a single snowmobile to get away. The leader jumped on the vehicle and waited for the second to get on the back while the third laid down in a sled being towed behind it. He gave the throttle a good twist and they zoomed off into the dark.

[Syike]

10:50 Kresto-01, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The two Ghosts silently snuck into offices and dug around file cabinets, looking for the documents they needed. They found a commons area where a lone soldier and his cup of coffee stood. The Ghosts made their best effort to hide the soft blue light of their CROSSCOMS as they lightly snuck around him. Ryder-2 tripped over a cup of coffee lying around, spilling it. Ryder-1 immediately turned around and prepared to take the pistol out of hiding in his cloak, watching Ryder-2 and the soldier almost simultaneously. What he forgot to notice is that the blue light of his CROSSCOM is now completely visible.

[Cannidarsa]

10:50 Kresto-01, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The soldier turned and looked at his fallen coffee mug. He slowly stood up with a bewildered expression on his face, leaving his Mosin against the table. "Kakiye magii eto...?" He squinted and stared into the strange light. "Yavlyayetsya kto-to zdes'!?" He said in a more angered tone.
Muffled explosions could be heard from outside the building.

Back at 02, the control room's roof had been blasted off but the crew had escaped. Most of them lay badly injured in the turbine hall, unconscious from the blast pressure. The helicopter ignored the splitting group and shined it's spotlight into the gaping hole in roof of the building.
Trucks were quickly cluttering the area outside the gate as soldiers were rushing in the back entrances. At this point the mission was to rescue survivors and make sure there wasn't a breach to the reactor.

[Syike]

10:50 Kresto-01, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

Ryder-1, knowing he had been spotted, relied on his instincts to judge his actions. He reached for the side of his boot to feel for his combat knife. He disengaged his cloak and quickly motioned Ryder-2 to continue searching for the files. He unsheathed the knife and switched the grip, holding it in a backhand style. He makes an attempt to blitz the soldier, grabbing his wrist and pushing down on his shoulder to knock him on the floor. He steps back from the fallen body, adopting a low tactical stance to prepare for some swift and fancy techniques.

[Cannidarsa]

10:50 Kresto-01, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

The soldier while getting up yanked his own dagger from his boot, springing to his feet.
"DAVAI, SUKA!" The soldier lunged forward in an attempt to grab his opponent's knife hand with his own free hand.

While lunging forward he shouted "TOVARISHCHI, K ORUZHIYU!"

[Syike]

10:51 Kresto-01, Northern Cannidarsa, 14/04/2030

Ryder-1 was tugged forward from the grab by his opponent, but made a solid punch for the face to induce relaxation. From there, he broke free of the grip and did a high kick for the shoulder of the soldier's knife hand. He then made a slash at his adversary's thigh closest to him, but noticed that it had little effect on the slash resistant clothing. Instead, he made a savage kick for the soldier's knee with hopes of breaking it inwards.