BREAKING African Centered PMC Seizes Offshore Facility (MT)

[The Gray Devils]

Breaking news in South Africa today, as an offshore facility is seized by a private military unit, or “mercenary” unit if you will. Around six in the morning, local South Africa time, an offshore oil facility owned by Africa Oil Corp, centered out of Vancouver, was seized by a South African PMC. The facility has been abandoned for several weeks now and was due for deconstruction.



The PMC responsible for this takeover is known asThe Gray Devils, a growing private security and combat deployment corp based in South Africa. Made up of former security and military personnel from across the globe, and privately funded by American and European interest groups. The organization first came to stage attention during an incident in South America, involving a resource squabble between two South American powers several months ago.

This seizure of the offshore platform is perhaps the biggest and riskiest play yet made by the organization. While the South African government has yet to release an official statement in regards to this event, Africa Oil Corp has publicly and indignantly condemned this action, labeling it as a literal hostile takeover of company assets. Stating this to be a terroristic action by a rogue military company. There were no corporate personnel aboard the facility, and most of the oil based equipment had already been dismantled. However, caches of sensitive corporate files such as personnel rosters, resource manifests, and sensitive digital data were all presumably lost to the PMC during their takeover. While reporters were turned away at gunpoint by the mercenaries themselves and denied access to the facility, several financiers of The Gray Devils in the United States have spoken up. One in particular had this to say;

”The facility was abandoned and soon to be dismantled. We in fact purchased this facility directly from Africa Oil instead of having it go to waste. Despite any upcoming denials to this stament, we assure the international and corporate community that this was no hostile takeover. Executives within Africa Oil met with us and assured that our funded organization was granted full permission to this facility post-purchase. Wether Africa Oil is going back on their deal or this deal was made by those with less authority than we were lead to believe; this is not our concern. This facility is by purchase record ours and we can guarantee that The Gray Devils have no intention of surrendering it.”

Africa Oil has yet to make a response to this most recent stament.

(OOC: MT, open to all.)

[Rhodokan Republic]

Jelkala, Rhodok, Calradia
Jelkala Castle, Throne Room

"Interesting..." Aaryn spoke to herself reading the file she was given.

Aaryn said while she sat in her throne. The throne sat at the end of a long table in a simple hall at Jelkala's summit. From the room, she could see her entire fiefdom sworn to her when she took power 5 years ago. Jelkala, the diamond of Rhodok. Just inland from the sea, however, connected to it by a wide and winding river that came down from the mountains. The Port of Jelkala made use of this and aloud the Republican Naval Fleet's make use of it. This also made Jelkala's markets expansive as all the new imports came in through this port.

Ever since the ancient times, the guild masters controlled the cities and trade, while the lords and ladies controlled the armies and castles. Every king and now every Earl was picked the same way. They would march out to the rolling hills free of weapons and show themselves in front of the Guild masters and village elders of the original 28 villages and cities. If they all knew you kind of heart and known as a leader then you would be the next Earl.

Now in the Modern times, it wasn't as epic as it was back then but each leader of all Rhodok's had to make a name for themselves in each of the 28 towns of old. This was usually the same way as those who came before. They put the betterment of the town ahead of their own well being and their own time to improve the lives of those living in that town. This would help you to become well known. As for leading men, this was relatively simple; Become an officer in the military by doing well in school until the mandatory 5-year enlistment at the age of 19, There they would give you your educational score and give you your rank when you started in the military. You could go for the 5 years then get out or sign up for life and have that chance to become the leader of Rhodok.

Aaryn, the current Earl, though most just call her Lady Aaryn. She did extremely well surpassing all others in her class and in life.
Kastor is an ancient name of a previous king that leads the young country after its separation from the Swadian Empire and defender their lands to keep from folding into the Calradian Empire that the Swadians attempted to create. Lady Aaryn was awarded the rank of 1st Lieutenant right out of high-school skipping the ranks of Officer Cadet and 2nd Lieutenant. She did her 5 years of service and continued in the "White Shields" or Home Guard for another 5 while traveling the Rhodok highlands and lowland impressing the 28 Guild Masters and Village Elders with her abilities improving the Rhodok Republic as a whole. When It came to pick the next leader of Rhodok's hundreds dozens of veteran officers came out to try their luck in gaining their favor But then, Lady Aaryn wearing an ancient battle armor of years past, Clad in chain-mail and plate, with the Republics green and white cross, with shield of old in hand challenged the other officers where they were there to improve themselves she was there to defend her friends from treachery and corruption. At the age of 29, she understood what it was to be Rhodok and she came to actively protect her friends she had made of the 28 Masters and Elders, it was a clear and obvious choice which most of the officers that had come to win favor ended up kneeling to her as their new Earl, or in this case Lady of Rhodok.

Fast forward 5 years and Aaryn now lived in Jelkala Castle overlooking her fief of Jelkala and Buvran. Though the fief was more or less a formality, more of a sign of tradition than anything else. The town's flags would switch to the standing bear of the Kastor family emblem which showed that they were under the personal protection of Lady Aaryn and her men; Reserve Group # 108, a White Shield regiment that she served with.

"Interesting, this squabble between these two but how does that relate to us?" Aaryn looked up expectingly to the man that had given it to her. Her Minister of Foreign Affairs, Minister Graveth. Graveth was a balding old man who wore a gray suit and green tie. He meekly bowed and stepped away. Betraying the answer, that it had nothing to do with the Rhodok's, he remained bowing and silent. Looking across the hall a few of her other ministers joined the discussion as well a few of the town elders that happened to be in town. They were in the middle of a feast so she had organized so the would all meet here to eat and she had no intention of conducting political matters during it.

"Graveth if you wish me to do something with this issue, I need more information," Aaryn spoke."I give you leave to contact the South African Government, these "Grey Devils" and the reps from African Oil Corps"

[Brytene]

Lundene
Unknown

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Pablo Vivar, an agent of R-DARK, was not entirely clear as to why orders had come down to get in touch with the Grey Devils about their takeover of an African Oil offshore, but they had and so that's what he was doing.

In his early thirties, with a pencil moustache and a trim physique, he was a reliable agent, but he had been reassigned from Susseax because his heritage meant that he was no longer a viable asset there. As an ethnic Carlosian he was suddenly one among many in a vast swamp of refugees. His complexion and name meant was instantly suspected by the Frontierist loyalists he had been meant to be spying on, whilst the new refugees did not trust him either as they were of the Teotihuacana native peoples, whilst he was a Norteño whose family had come across only a year after he was born. Thus, he found himself bound to desk duty. Whilst it was a nice desk, heavy oak in a room in the Tudor style, it was still a desk.

He placed a call to a contact who would, through a couple of convoluted twists, pass the message on to the Grey Devils that there was a well-motivated buyer looking for specific information on the Africa Oil Corp...

[The Gray Devils]

0800 HOURS
ROUGHLY TWO HOURS AFTER FACILITY SEIZURE

“Commander, this is Alpha Leader. Petroleum processing and storage have been secured. As expected, no raw or refined fuel resources remain and no applicable equipment was left behind.”

“This is CO, understood. Make another sweep for anything useful, then seal of the processing and storage facilities.”

“Understood, Alpha Leader out.”

“CO, this is Bravo Leader, offices, crew quarters, and warehouses are secured. Our tech specialist is sifting through their computer archives for anything useful. Charlie are assisting in securing warehouse facilities. Nothing useful has been found as of yet, mostly crew uniforms, simple tools, and small amounts of fuel resources. Bravo out, nod for Charlie.”

“Understood. Echo, give me your status.”

“Echo Leader here, security facilities secured, all metal detectors, security cameras, alarm systems, PA’s, and locks are on my strings. Snipers placed on upper level catwalks, crane, and tower. Over.”

“Roger, understood Echo. All personnel continue with task completion and standby when all objectives are met. CO out.”


Red Jack lowered his right hand from his ear having completed check-in. He and several of his personal unit were standing on the helipad near his landed aerial command helicopter, a Russian model KA-62 Kamov. Small, fast, and outfitted with a burst cannon and twin air-to-ground rocket launchers. Their mission was to secure the abandoned facility, recover any resources left, and await further instruction from Hotel. The mission so far was moving along swiftly. Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Echo has arrived via watercraft and seized control of the offshore oil facility in under forty minutes.

Red Jack had remained aboard his ACC prior to the facility being completely secured, and then he and his personal guard landed immediately after a thumbs up was given. Hotel had instructed that damages were to be kept to a minimal, and so far, aside from a few blasted open doors, this had been so. The computer geek Bravo had brought in was pulling at the seams of the facilities computer systems. While this wasn’t exactly a secret government research facility, Red Jack imagined some sensitive data could be found here.

Passwords, logs, client and resource dossiers, security codes, all sorts of things a rival company of Africa Oil would pay dearly for. For now, Red Jack was to let his men complete their objectives, and when they did, he would report to Hotel for further instruction.

[Rhodokan Republic]

The Following morning, Near the docks, Jelkala.

During the bustling early hours of the day, down in the center of the Rhodokan International Docks, a man wearing a suit with a green tie enters an out of the way storehouse. The storehouse was relatively small and old in comparison to the larger ones down the road however it suited the needs of its owner: The Highlander Company. Far in Rhodoks Past a group of rebels took to Rhodoks mountans, passes and Caves and took up an armed rebellion against King Graveth. The ancient ancestor of the current Graveth that was currently in office. King Graveth paid a great deal amount of money to turn these rebels against Lord Kastor of Velcula, The ancient ancestor of the current Leader of Rhodok, when he and a newly raised army took up arms to take Rhodok back from him. This sent him into hiding but eventually, the war was ended and the Graveth and Highlanders were granted amnesty. This Restored peace but the highlanders formed bands of mercenaries and raided into neighboring Swadia plundering that nation for wealth. Hundreds of years later. The Highlander Company is one of the most profitable Private Military Groups in Rhodok. However, they are only allowed to operate outside the Nation of Rhodok.

Inside the storehouse held a small part of the military might of the Highlander Company. This Building held the command and control of the company and a large section of weapons, vehicles and a small deployment barracks which was currently bustling with activity. The man in the suit watched and waited patiently for one of the men to walk up to him.

"Ah one of the stuffed suits from the hill graces us with our presence." A gruff man wearing a Burgandy beret. He walked up and shook the hand of the man in the suit.

"Yes well, His lord wished he was here to see you off but you understand why he can't." The suit said with a grin.

"It matters not about the political practices of you stuffed suits," The man said again. "As long as we are getting paid."

"Yes you will be paid quite handsomely for your company to take on the Grey devils and rip their prize from them." The suit said. "My lord will follow up your attack with an oil company freshly minted to take over the rig and start-up operations. This will hopefully will be done smoothly enough to put his other plans into action that will benefit your employer quite well."

The man just smiled and nodded.


That evening, off the coast of South Africa, The Highlander Company

Col. Tribidan, 1st Troop, Highlander company.

The Small Cargo freighter sailed down the coast following the South African Maritime shipping code to the letter. Even going as far as to mark and organize the ship so it wouldn't look any different from any other vessel other than its size. It flew a South African flag, had South African registry and the cargo was made to look from Niger with flags and number codes to match. Just in case this PMC was looking too closely at their vessel. Red Section was on the deck dressed in blue coveralls armed with M21A's looking like Anti-Piracy Security. A well-known company in Africa that hired out contractors to protect shipping from pirates. They all wore balaclavas and face paint to make them look darker. As well as wear gloves on their hands. This would hopefully hide the fact that they were not African. They wouldn't be able to tell at this distance from the Oil rig but Col. Adrien Tribidan was not about to take any chances with this.

Blue Section was suiting up in the cargo bay while the Green and Yellow sections were running the shipboard functions. Adrien knew he was too far away to do anything to the Oil Rig and he rather get a good look at it while he was at this distance away.

[The Gray Devils]

”Attention all personnel; unidentified freighter ship spotted, all personnel take up defensive positions and prepare for possible combat!”

It was the third time today since their takeover of the oil platform that a ship had been spotted. The first was an oil tanker unaffiliated with Africa Oil that had passed by around high noon. Despite the eagerness of several of the men to act, Red Jack ordered that the tanker be left alone. It was not part of the mission and he didn’t wish to risk upsetting two oil companies in one day. After all, pirates and marauders across Africa regularly targeted valuable assets such as oil tankers. And the Gray Devils certainly weren’t pirates.

The second ship had been a freighter, larger than this one that had just been spotted, and with fewer crew spotted onboard. Not to mention this ship carried armed personnel. Red Jack cursed aloud as he lowered his tactical scope from his eyes, having climbed one of the rig’s towers himself to catch a vision. These men were either a rival PMC or a tactical force dispatched by a military power, he was unsure of which. Africa Oil had many clients, and hiring a rival PMC to retake their facility wasn’t unlikely. Either that or a client nation of their’s was doing a favor for their favorite oil provider.

Red Jack raised his right hand to his right ear, the static of his earpiece crackled slightly ,”CO here, have both birds in the sky and all watercraft manned and prepared to launch. Secure a perimeter fifty yards estimate from the facility.”

“Roger!” came the reply, as Red Jacks’ orders were relayed across the base via the speaker system. Gray Devils’ rushed enmasse across the base, sealing off unnecessary doorways and tunnels and taking up defensive positions. Snipers from Echo were spread across the various catwalks and towers. The entire unit was clad uniformly, their fatigues were dark gray patterned with light gray squares, ideal for urban combat. Most wore balaclavas though some had black helmets with a plexiglass visor. As far as armaments, most carried M4 assault rifles and Franchi SPAS-12 combat shotguns. The snipers were armed with custom designed QBU-88 Chinese rifles or earlier model Russian Dragunovs.

Between Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, and Echo, there was a total of thirty eight men on site. Excluding the two helicopter pilots, who ascended from the platform in a pair of Mil Mi-24 Russian attack helicopters, painted a deep coal black. The sides emblazoned with a grinning skull smoking a large cigar in front of a pair of crossed assault rifles.

As the two helicopters rose above the platform and out over the water, several of Red Jacks’ men scrambled into four small speed boats below the facility at the docking bays which were armed with .50 caliber machine guns. ”This is Charlie, we have boarded the watercraft, right men out to sea, two at the docks.”

”This is Bird One calling in for Bird Two, we are in the air and dispersing. Taking defensive stance.”

“Understood,” Red Jack said into his earpiece ,”all personnel hold fire until my mark. Safeties on.”

[Rhodokan Republic]

2300 Hours, Late Evening
Col. Tribidan, 1st Troop, Highlander company.


"Good," Tribidan said as they sailed past. It seemed that the Opfor was not pursuing them. "Their commander is pretty jumpy it seems." He said again moving away from the spotting scope. Getting up and crawling back allowing the spotter to rejoin his sniper. They had camouflaged themselves between two of the uprights, From this distance, the hide would look like an AC unit on top of the bridge. With all the other equipment that comes standard with ships of this class. It wouldn't look out of place and considering the distance no almost 10 nautical miles away from the oil rig. It would be damn near impossible to see anything at that distance.

"All teams check in at the bridge." Tribidan then said tapping both the sniper and the spotter motioning for them to stay in place. He then climbed down doing his best to not show himself. he wasn't taking any chances with the distance. Once he returned he could see his LT's in the bridge waiting for him, they all saluted while they were hidden in the safety of the bridge.

"Sir" the three of them saluted in unison. The Colonel returned the salute.

"Report," Tribidan said curtly.

"Red Section reports no contacts pursuing us at this time." Lt. Reland reported. "Were keeping eyes on the Oil Rig and keeping up standard patrols on deck to keep up the illusion."

"Green Section reports that both M90 Assault boats are ready for deployment on the starboard side keeping them in the containers now." Lt. Jack Laruqen reported. "Also on behalf of Blue Section, All SDV's deployed and will be a point Alpha within the hour."

"Yellow Section reports that ship will reach point Echo in 2 hours, all intel gathered on the rig and the Grey Devils has been sent back to the homeland." Lt. Evan Raichs Reported. "Also all Deck guns are ready in their containers ready to be used. Ammo has been placed about the ship with extra steel plating for defensible positions. I've had men moving during the night time hours building up sandbag emplacements for the steel plates and Ammo for the past hour should be completed soon sir"

"Good, we are well on our way then. Have your teams outfit themselves in level 4 kit and wait for my word."

[Eemeria]

Eemerian Advanced Warfare Unit Headquarters, Undisclosed Location Within Eemeria

Deputy Director Nathan Holmes had just returned from a meeting with the joint chiefs and was walking into his office when his phone started vibrating in his pocket. *bzz bzz bzz* He reached into his pocket and brought the phone to his ear without even looking at who it was, only people who mattered had that number anyways, "This is Holmes what can I do for you?" He didn't immediately recognize the voice on the other end but it was definitely familiar, civilian not military, "Nathan, I'm calling from the prime ministers office, we wanted to send some information your way." Nathan was confused but he continued, "Prime minister's office, the pm resigned this morning? The voice at the other end started to laugh but stopped as if they were being chided by someone next to them for it, "There is always staff assigned to this office for.....special projects. There is an situation unfolding near Africa, something we thing you would be interested in. We have already sent the files over to you. There is not prime minister you are correct, so you are acting on behalf of the royal family on this one. Best of luck." Before Nathan could respond the line went dead and he let the phone leave his ear. Nathan walked to the other side of his desk and saw that he had received a message, tagged as priority one by someone from the highest levels of the government. This was unusual but Nathan was intrigued so he opened it and began reading. The first thing that popped up was an image of an oil rig, an old one at that. He wasn't sure why Eemeria was interested in an old oil rig but he read on.

Apparently the Eemerian government wanted to gain control of this oil rig for....strategic reasons? The advanced warfare unit typically operated independently from the other arms of the government in order to limit liability so it was odd for this to come to his unit and not the regular armed forces. What was even weirder was that the government wanted him to try and purchase the oil rig from....The Gray Devils....the pmc group that had recently occupied it. He thought to himself, "If the government was so interested in getting this oil rig why didn't they purchase it from the oil company before they did? It was a weird situation but he had his orders so he called for his requisitions team to join him in one of the operations rooms.

Nathan arrived in the operations room at about the same time as his team did so he didn't waste anytime with orders, "Good morning everyone, I want to keep this short and sweet so lets get on with it. Earlier today a private military group by the name of The Gray Devils took control of an oil rig near South Africa. Now it is still up debate whether or not they legally purchased it from one Africa Oil Corp. or if they took it by force but that does not concern us. The people above us want to get control of the oil rig and they want us to do it legally and above board so I want you guys to send a purchase request to The Gray Devils leadership. We want this to be clean so don't worry about haggling on price, we will pay what they want. Our government will smooth things over with Africa Oil if things go south after the purchase. I can't imagine what a merc group wants with an oil rig long term so tell them any leftover resources or information on the rig is theirs and we just want the structure once they are done. We don't ask questions so lets get it done." His team were straightforward so they nodded, saluted, and left the room to begin drafting their message to The Gray Devils. Nathan was still perplexed on why the government wanted such an old oil rig, especially since it had stopped drawing oil years ago and due to the fact that Eemeria was almost 70% renewable energy. No matter the reason he had a job to do.

To: The Gray Devils
From: The Eemerian Royal Government, AWU
Subject: Purchase of the Africa Oil Corp. Rig

Good Evening,

My name is Cassandra Reynolds and on behalf of the Eemerian Advanced Warfare Unit I would like to submit a request to purchase the oil rig that you have occupied that once belonged to the company known as Africa Oil Corp. Our government has expressed interest in this property and we are willing to pay more than a fair price to acquire it. We have no interest in any leftover gas reserves or information stored onboard the rig we just want the rig itself. We would be very interested in working out a deal with you as well as providing security during the transfer process.

Please get back to me as soon as possible with your response.

Sincerely,
Cassandra Reynolds, Eemerian Advanced Warfare Unit Requisitions Department

[The Gray Devils]

”Come in CO, this is Golf, ETA four minutes. Backup is just minutes away.”

”Roger that Golf, requesting all personnel dispatched across facility and air support prepare for action.”

”Roger.”


It was now 01:00 hours by military time, or one o’clock in the morning. Red Jack was more on edge now than before. Since the arrival of the unidnetified ship, he had been preparing for an attack. All afternoon and evening he kept his men on high alert and prepared for action. And yet, all the new arrivals did were simply sit and wait. No attempt at communication, no apparent scouting effort, not even a short skirmish. He did not like it at all. There was either some ploy on hand or the unknowns were simply attempted to “blockade” the facility.

Regardless, Red Jack had a feeling the thirty-eight men on hand would not suffice in holding this facility. Around 22:00, he had requested for reinforcements and informed Hotel of the situation. In response, two additional fire teams and four gunships had been dispatched. Once reinforcements arrived, Red Jack would have a total of sixty-two men and six gunships at his immediate command to defend the platform. Plus his ACC (Aerial Command Center) and his eight personal guard.

Red Jacks’ men were still dispersed across the facility, manning their assigned posts from earlier the previous day. Red Jack and his men were currently in the security control room along with the computer technician that had been brought along. Once backup arrived, Red Jacks’ men would then have the platform fully secured while the six gunships would then prepare for immediate action.

”This is Golf, ETA, two minutes.”

[Rhodokan Republic]

Zero-Dark-30
Blue Section
LT. Lathem
Below the Oil Rig

The distraction had worked. The ship sailed by on its route following its predetermined path and the mercenaries had taken the bate. His team took the entire afternoon to slowly slip underneath the Oil rig in there SDV's or Submersible Diving Vehicle. The 10 men apart of Blue section then, just as carefully deployed from the SDV's and swam to the main shaft. This shaft went straight down to the ocean floor. With maintenance doors ever once in a while, however, the main control junction was below the surface of the water. This controlled the flow of oil into the facility. The team would check here if there was oil in the shaft. If there wasn't oil they had brought thermite charges, that they would plant above the junction and cap off the flow of oil. It would be weeks maybe months for the Grey Devils to repair such an attack. 5 men would be task while the other 4 plus Lt. Lathem would surface in the dark and look a boat launch which common for most oil rigs. They would then move to one of them and secure it while staying below the water.

0100 Hours
Cargo Vessel
Col. Tribidan
Reaching point Echo

The cargo vessel had been keeping a steady pace since sailing past the oil rig. Now that they were far enough past it the got to work. The remaining sections would work quickly and efficiently to complete their tasks. Red Section would continue their patrols but half of them would assist Green Section opening up the Cargo containers. During this time yellow section would make sure the tall stern section of the ship would block their view of them working on the deck. There were 8 sea containers placed statically on the deck of the ship. one on the raised bow. two close to the bridge and 3 long sea containers going the length across the small ship. these were all camouflaged with logos and colors of typical sea containers. the long sea containers were made to look as though three normal sea containers took up the same amount of space.

The sea Container in the bow had a Praetorian 1C AAA battery; a pair of two Praetorian 1C CWIS 20 mm semi-autonomous Anti-Aircraft / Anti Missle System. These were rolled into place covering the bow of the ship. Both of the closer containers to the stern held a LPV-5 each with a deployment device, each was armed with a 6.5mm Minigun and a 40mm GMG. The Deployment device was a rig that can be rolled with the boat in tow and can be used to lower vessels off the ship. It was also autonomous and didn't need a person at the controls. The three long sea containers had two Mk21 Centurion ADATS systems each with 8 missiles each it could attack air, land and sea targets. Once this was complete the lights were cut on the ship and the sniper team armed with a GM6 "Lynx" fired 3 shots up at where the KA-60 was landed. Two shots were aimed at the engine and one at the tail rotor. once the shots were fired both sniper and spotter quickly moved off the roof of the bridge and went inside. The ship turned and showed its side to the Oil rig again
once done one of the Praetorian 1C AAA opened up with a long sustained burst from its cannon and the first set of missiles were launched from the Mk21 Centurions. The Praetorian fired at the boats in the water around the Oil rig hoping to make them return to the Oil rig. Both of the Mk21 Centurion's aimed for the Mi-24's on patrol around the Oil rig. 15 second after the first volley a second set would be fired as well at the Mi-24's

[The Gray Devils]

”All fire teams, prepare for combat and hold your positions!”

This order was spoken over the loudspeaker on the oil platform, echoing throughout the facility. On this command, the men across the decks and catwalks rushed about and took defensive positions, covering behind pipes, crates, and railing. Alpha and Bravo were equally dispersed across topside. Though prepared for action from any direction, they focused primarily in the direction of the freighter.

When the ships’ lights had disappeared, Red Jack took this for this worst. Between this and the enemies’ prolonged presence for well over twelve hours, it became clear these unknown arrivals wanted the oil platform. Either that or to destroy it. Not wanting to wait any longer, he prepared for direct combat. Sniper fire could be heard from over the water, and the men topside could see in the distance the feint muzzle flashes from the fired shots.

”CO, this is Alpha Leader; sniper fire! No casualties.”

”Roger! All personnel on deck keep your heads down and at the ready! Echo, fire at will. You have free range. All watercraft return to port, all birds engage!”

The four gunboats on hearing these new orders all made sharp U-turns and began speeding back toward the oil platform, dispersing the distance between them as they did. ”This is Charlie, RTP.” The six Hinds however droned in across the black night sky in a three-by-three formation, switching on their searchlights as they drew near to the freighter. ”All birds spread out, prepare to engage, fire at will.”


The six Hinds broke formation, two of them veering off to the left and two off to the right, while the remaining two headed straight for the ship. ”Bird one, engaging!” The lead Hind opened fire, it’s heavy cannon blazing away, spraying armor piercing rounds at the top deck. ”Bird Two, rockets away.” The accompanying Hind fire a pair of air-to-surface rockets which spiraled through the night sky towards the base of the ship, along the water line. “Birds Three and Four hopping on!” The two Hinds that had veered to the right also fired away, sending four rockets soaring towards the deck of the enemy freighter.

”AA placements take evasive action!”
The enemy anti-air emplacements had opened fire, roaring away sending heavy rounds at the Hinds. To the right, Bird Three dipped and veered wildly to the right, nearly clipping it's rotor on Bird Four. Bird four raised it's altitude but not before before pinged by several heavy rounds along it's right side. “I’m hit! Raising altitude! Cover me!” called Bird Four. Bird Three steadied itself and opened fire on the stern installation with it’s machine gun.

“Missiles incoming! Flares!”
Birds’ One and Two ceases their attack stance and raised their altitude, deploy flares to divert the heat seeking missiles.

[Newark Aristocracy]

Warfare Command center, Newark Aristocracy

...And we move these divisions here,here,and here.

Sir!

What?
Leader is requesting deployment of NAN Kohania to the South African coast

Why?

Something about a PMC taking control of a oil rig .

That seems interesting...

Exactly.





War room, green house, Newark Aristocracy.
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...?
Yes?

Sir,I'd advise to intervene.

Ok,I'll send the Kohania.
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Ok.