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Commander Jacob Goodwin:
Jacob listens to the calm, humming sound of the four powerful engines on the aircraft and looks around to the smiling faces of everybody in the cabin watching the latest film on the big screen, listening to music or conversing. |
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Vixen
The helicopter touches down a mile or so away from Vixen, and he picks up sprinting. He gets to it, and notices a TCA pilot, hopping in the helicopter and watching as the Canadian troops began firing at it. He was exhausted, and the helicopter flew him directly back to base camp.
~Base Camp~
"Son, the direct assault of Thunder Bay hasn't been successful yet, and we have plans for you," said Colonel Zizya, a tough looking, old man.
"We're directing you into the 7th Shock Trooper division," he said, and looked at Vixen. He then proceeded to explain how Shock Troopers worked like hard core marines, dropping with drop pods and entering behind enemy territory.
Vixen was shipped off back to Nebraska, where the 7th's HQ was. |
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(Minerface you can begin making your own skirmishes and battles if you want too)
Commander Jacob Goodwin:
Jacob looks around some more and is overwhelmed with boredom from the long flight. |
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Vixen
Vixen, ordered to be a company leader for Kilo Company of the 7th Shock Trooper division, slowly walked off the transport plane as he surveyed the large field. Across the field, he could see 120 men running in formation, lots of them seemed young and weak to him.
With his new position, he had been promoted to Sergeant Major, he had discovered that High Command had to replace a previous, inexperienced commander. He walked over to the grunts running in formation, and saw 4 men running in front, he platoon leaders. Behind them consisted of 4 platoons, each of 30 men. He only saw a few that actually looked experienced.
The platoon leaders halted, and so did the formation, where Vixen walked up to the front, and surveyed the group. They stared in silence, panting, and Vixen looked to the platoon leaders, who shrugged. He identified them as Staff Sergeants.
After a while of silence, Vixen turned back, and said, "You wanna run more?" The recruits shook their heads, but Vixen signaled for them to continue. He walked over to the barracks, and examined his weapon; a FRC-34. |
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Private Sander Hansson
Houlton, Maine
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"Haha! Go get 'em boys!" The infantry battalion had taken up position in the town of Houlton, just across the Canadian border. The mechanized infantry units had supported them well in the battle, and now they were holding their position after the long offensive, too tired to push on any longer. Sander merely followed his squad, while the wounded corporal would limp to the nearest clinic that would become a makeshift center for the medics to keep track and stabilize the wounded.
"Stop yelling at the APCs Fohl, they can't hear you." The sergeant looked down at a map of North America, eyeing the area they traveled on. "We're suppose to hold our position at the bridges, making sure if the TCA pull a offensive, we can just blow them away." He spoke, it was confusing to the squad if this was a attempted brief, or him talking to himself. Sanders looked at Fohl, who looked at Dennis, who looked at another soldier of the squad. Much shrugging and silent stares about. "Shouldn't we wait until we're briefed on the situation before making decisions, Sergeant?"
"Just a theory, private, just a theory..." He kept staring at the map as they walked in line with the rest of the Battalion through town, squads parting off to take up defensive positions. |
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Vixen
He dressed in his black nano-jumpsuit that was his new uniform. He idea of the technology was that the armor was made up of several million nanites, that could repair themselves if shot by a bullet.
He walked out to the grunts that had just finished their 10 mile run, and looked about ready to collapse. Some stood at attention, but most of them were panting, looking down.
"Get on your feet, maggots!" Vixen yelled, walking out of the barracks. The platoon leaders nodded to him, and turned to the group, yelling instructions. Once all of them were at attention, Vixen stood up and addressed them.
"Alright, tomorrow, if you can't handle this, another 10 miles for you," Vixen said. They looked distressed, but he returned a grim look. |
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Commander Jacob Goodwin:
Jacob looked out of the window once more and found a sight which disturbed him. They were flying low over enemy territory in the South-West of Africa to avoid anti-aircraft missile systems but the ground was burning with thick red fire and black choking smoke. |
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Vixen
The recruits settled down inside their barracks, into their bunks, talking, but most of them sighing and falling to sleep within a short amount of time. Vixen approached his platoon leaders, and began to talk.
"So, who was your CO before me?" Vixen asked, a question on his mind for a long time since he arrived.
"He, err, he had an affair, and went AWOL..." one of the platoon leaders said, which Vixen had learned to be Staff Sergeant Pizza, an Italian American. |
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Commander Jacob Goodwin:
Jacob continued to look down at the burning aftermath of a major battle in Africa and reminiscences about the previous battle for Diego Garcia which was fought only the day before today, or yesterday.
He knew he had suffered heavy casualties but he knew how important Diego Garcia was to defending the Pacific Ocean from the Americans, however, Jacob didn't quite understand why British, and the UNRT, High Command wouldn't share details of prepared battles, defences and invasions with him. |
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Vixen
"Alright..." Vixen replied, shaken slightly.
"He also did...cocaine..." Another platoon leader said, looking to the distance. At this, Vixen was surprised, and taken aback. He dismissed them, and slept, waking up the next day from orders from High Command.
TCA PRIORITY MESSAGE
TO: SERGEANT MAJOR VIXEN HAHZEK
FROM: TCA HIGH COMMAND
CODE: ALPHA 3
// Bᴇɢɪɴ Mᴇssᴀɢᴇ
Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ, Sᴇʀɢᴇᴀɴᴛ Mᴀᴊᴏʀ, ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴇssᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴅ. Tᴏᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ TCA ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ Hɪɢʜ Cᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀᴄɪғɪᴄ ɪsʟᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ sᴜsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴀs ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ғᴏʀᴄᴇs ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. Aɴʏᴡᴀʏs, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴏᴏᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏᴏᴘ ᴀᴛ 0900 ʜᴏᴜʀs.
Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.
\\ Eɴᴅ Mᴇssᴀɢᴇ |
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Commander Jacob Goodwin:
*** Five Hours Later ***
Jacob felt the plane jolt onto the runway and immediately the thrust pulled him forward with enough force to strain his neck from the force halted by his seat belt which lay casually across his waist. Jacob groaned, he had always hated landings.
Jacob looked out of the window and noticed the sky was a dull grey colour and thunderous black clouds were likely to be closing in from the east but this didn't mind him, he had had enough of hot sunny weather and he wanted to begin practicing for his team upon the front in Canada - if he ever got there.
He grabbed his backpack from the mesh netting and carried his SA80 on a black sling across his waist and he gripped the silver support across the steps as he slowly climbed down onto the concrete floor of the runway.
"Welcome to Port Stanley," said an unfamiliar looking man who was wearing a green beret upon his head. Jacob gave him an odd look then saluted when his eyes gazed at the insignia upon his chest - Brigadier General. "Sir!" Jacob yelled, with a salute, this was followed by his entire squadron. "At ease," the Brigadier-General said and he led the way towards the row of houses converted into a military base guarded by a perimeter of sandbags, barbed wire and hidden mines. |
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Vixen
As Vixen sat in a drop pod, on a Kangaroo-class Heavy Gunship, he felt his insides lurch. He had only been in a drop pod once, and this type of work was never considered by him. He could see the other 20 drop pods on his gunship, along with 5 other gunships. They were over the pacific island, coming in at night, blocking all radar. |
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Commander Jacob Goodwin:
The Brigadier-General stopped at a fancy looking room with lots of huge double beds and fancy fine oak furniture and golden trays. "The Officers quarter - for those like you and me, Commander?" He chuckled, looking to Jacob's men like they were vermin.
"I like to be in the same environment as my troopers, they'll be in 'ere too..." Jacob announced with the cheers of his troops. |
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(lol too poor to live in the ghetto)
Vixen
As the drop pod was released from the gunship, he heard AA fire in the distance. The pod began to pick up speed, being that they head been dropped several miles above the surface. It picked up immense speed, and he could feel the fire developing resistance around the pod. |
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(Which island you at anyway aha ??)
Commander Jacob Goodwin:
Jacob lay in the bed trying to sleep but he couldn't - the day was too warm yet such a storm was brewing outside; he was very much confused.
*** An Hour Later ***
Jacob looked up and out of the window and noticed the rain was pouring down heavier than he had ever seen before. He knew his troops needed practice in cold atmospheres so he believed this would be the perfect time to perform. He slowly got up and approached his locker of things, opened it, and reached for his helmet. He stuck it upon his head and fastened the straps across his chin and then proceeded to place his Kevlar vest on.
He reached for his black pistol holster and attached it to his belt which kept his multi-terrain camouflage trousers stay at waist height. He slid his pistol into the holster, fastened the strap above it, and slotted three magazines into his Kevlar vest.
He then proceeded to reach back into the locker for some ammunition for his SA80, grabbing five magazines and slowly putting two into his pockets and then the other three into his Kevlar vest in a completely different pocket to the pistol ammunition.
Finally, he sent out his left arm and grabbed his SA80 and quickly marched out of the room and onto the wooden corridor. The sound of his shoes thudding down the hallway echoed against the wooden room until he had long left into the freezing cold, soaking wet field which was being constantly pounded upon by torrential rainfall.
"Company, present!" Screamed Goodwin, firing three shots into the air with his SA80. This was the agreed signal in the barracks for training time - and Jacob held out his stopwatch and began to count how long it took for the troops to assemble in the yard. |
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(About 6000 km off of Peru, in the south-east pacific.)
Vixen
As the drop pod picks up massive speed, Vixen is yanked back when a parachute is deployed, but it is only a measure to lighten the landing. Vixen waits for the jerking slam into the ground, but it is yet to come. |
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Commander Jacob Goodwin:
Fifteen seconds,
Thirty seconds,
A minute,
A minute and half,
Two minutes,
Finally, after two and a half minutes the five lines of men stood before him. He had achieved the role of leader of the Falklands Garrison and had at his command around a total of three hundred and fifty five (355) men and thirteen (13) tanks. Unfortunately, the Royal Air Force wouldn't agree with him that he should be given a garrison with three Eurofighter Typhoon, or Tornado GR4, aircraft because he could be seen as reckless - Jacob disagreed.
"Commander, Sir, Falklands Garrison, Sir!" The only soldier wearing the blue beret shouted with a salute which was followed through the rest of the ranks almost instantly. Jacob smiled and nodded, "Right lads - two and a half minutes is nowhere near good enough," Jacob began, "If the Americans 'ad invaded we'd have all been hoping they didn't arrive 'ere! Do better next time, or you will most likely die!" Jacob finished and the soldiers had the serious, nervous look upon their faces.
Jacob felt an itch under his Kevlar vest so he sent his left hand, scratched it, and continued to look at the men.
"I'm separating you lot into two groups- Red and Blue," Jacob instructed, "Blue group..." Jacob pointed to a load of men, "You are to practice your live-firing on a live range on the opposite island... and Red troop," Jacob pointed to the rest, "You are to practice your tactical positioning on the island and set up better bloody defences!"
And like that the squads were off and Jacob was slowly heading towards the Officers tent to watch his soldiers perform through the UAV which was constantly flying through the air. |
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Vixen
As he could see the clouds vanish, and clear air outside from his pod's window surface, he began to panic. He suspected that High Command had hired him for this job not for skill, but leadership, and so this was new for him. So, technically, he was just as good as any of the other recruits.
Engineers had gone through all the precautions of making the impact on the ground as light as possible, but Vixen knew there was no way to stop something going that fast. But, they did have the thrusters at the bottom.
Suddenly, he heard a loud turbulence, and knew that the thrusters had begun, attempting to push against gravity to lighten the impact. But it still wasn't enough. Another parachute went off, and Vixen knew the impact was close.
Suddenly, a hard jerk occurred, and Vixen went unconscious. |
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Game Master:
UNRT Intelligence Services discover that the TCA armies have discovered some kind of mechanism called a 'drop-pod' but they do not know how they work, or where they are going to be used.
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Commander Jacob Goodwin:
Jacob suddenly turned to the big screen and watched the live-firing range and spotted something in the distance. It appeared to be a grey, slightly rusted ship approaching the Falklands. Jacob looked to the UAV technician and commanded him to send the drone over towards the ship so they could examine it carefully.
"Who the heck have permission to come near this land?" Jacob asked, confused, everyone around him shrugged and he kept himself carefully examining the screen and what was laden upon it.
The UAV reached the ship and spotted the horrific sight it wish it never would have. An Argentinian flag. The ship wasn't a transport ship, it had too many guns. It seemed to look like a pre-70's warship with huge, mechanised weapons mounted upon it. By now the men on the live range were looking at the ship confused and then suddenly...
BOOM!
The thunderous echo of the devastating guns firing flooded the city of Port Stanley and suddenly Jacob felt the ground move before him. He rose from his seat, leaving his SA80, and ran to check on the situation.
BANG!
The building where the barracks was located had collapsed almost instantly after receiving the massive payload of ammunition from the Argentine warship. Almost fifty soldiers were still located in the lower floors of the building and they had been crushed, it seemed, by the higher floors cascading down upon them.
Jacob turned and looked to his Lieutenant. "Bloody call British High Command - we don't know if they're planning a full assault!" Jacob yelled, running to grab his SA80. |
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Vixen
A minute later, Vixen woke up to a headache. His pod had landed, but it wasn't as bad as he thought. The door to the pod began depressurizing, and the door shot out, and Vixen climbed out with his RS-34 rifle. He surveyed the field, and it seemed to be a forest, in the mid of night.
He noticed 2 drop pods that had landed about 100 feet away from his, but he knew the drop zone was spread out. He went over to them, to see an unconscious private in each. He pulled the door out, and woke both of them, and they began following him as he searched for more pods.
He climbed to the top of a hill, and saw an open field with several pods, and began running towards it. He also turned on comms.
"Kilo Company, status check!" Vixen yelled over the comm. |
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Private Sander Hansson
Maine, Houlton
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"Waaay too many trees for them to hide in, recon heaven out there."
They sat in the three story building, it was abandoned, dusty, organized into a observation post. They were sitting there, guarding it from any attack by the TCA, normal soldiers fighting for a normal town, on a not-so-normal border. "They can't be watching us right now, not after that offensive. Are they still cleaning up the land behind us?" Sander sat against the wooden wall, talking, his voice empty with emotion now, tired.
"Probably, looks like Verdun out there, back during World War One mind you." Fohl pulled up a chair, sitting down and watching the outside as the town echoed with the engines of heavily armored vehicles and the clattering of equipment. Soldiers walking in and out of buildings and supplies being stocked in varying places, this building itself had nothing but it's empty ghostly nature. |
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Game Master:
Argentinian and Brazilian soldiers begin a mass invasion of the Falkland Islands.
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Commander Jacob Goodwin:
He looked down to his radio and grabbed it quickly with his fingers clenched around the edges and his thumb holding in the black button. "All units into defensive positions!" Jacob commanded through the radio, releasing the button and sending the radio back into the pouch in a pocket around his chest-region.
"Right - luckily for us we have the Special Boat Service available..." The Lieutenant whispered into Jacob's ear, Jacob nodded and then looked to his men who were rushing to the defensive trenches, machine gun posts and sniping positions under grass mesh netting.
"The problem is, Lieutenant, we have nowhere to retreat to. We stand and fight, then die, or we die like cowards. I'd prefer the first option." Jacob said, triumphantly, the Lieutenant nodded and ran towards the men - yelling in an attempt to boost morale.
"Fate is in High Commands' hands now..." Jacob whispered calmly to himself. |
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Vixen
He walked over to another pod, opening it. So far, he had most of the 1st platoon, and still it would take an hour or so to recover the whole company. |
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Commander Jacob Goodwin:
Jacob saw the first load of South American infantry hit the grassy mainland and quickly walk towards the British defensive lines. "Open fire!" Jacob screamed, aiming through his ACOG sight and firing burst after burst into the South American lines, watching a man drop after the man beside him dropped constantly. The rest of the British fired with everything they had, an organised formation of firing, and almost 40% of the South Americans had dropped or rushed into cover.
"Fire when they're visible. Conserve ammunition. Do not let them overrun us!" Jacob commanded, using his right arm to lower himself into the chest and banging his chin into mud as he sent his SA80 over the opposite side and took aim once more. |
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Private Sander Hansson
Maine, Houlton
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"-with a lot of pressure from the TCA in the south. Many have theorized a new offensive will be pressed onto the United Nations Relief forces, though there has been no official confirmation." The radio hummed, voices talking faintly as the connection faded in and out. The soldiers strolled about, on their business of swapping shifts, each squad getting a few hours of rest before being put on guard. There was barely anywhere comfortable to sleep, a few even making the left behind couches and mats as a place of rest.
"Hey, hey Fohl, do you think Svensson is doing alright?" Dennis asked, staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression. "What? I don't know, maybe? He was put in the clinic down the block, ask the medics." Fohl replied, obviously annoyed, still looking out of the window. |
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