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Note: For those of you that have read my previous story, you know that I kind of let it off where the soldiers are about to (might) get overrun. I am trying to do my best at this storyline stuff. I have SOME motivation due to some of the comments on my previous story. Now, guys, part of the whole reason I post these is for you to reply/comment/respond/whatever. My threads thrive on peoples' opinions. Now, if you like it (or dont, but dont hate) please leave a comment. If you found any problems or mess ups, then please let me know, just dont spam the page on how I misspelled this and incorrectly grammatized that. Sounds like a reasonable request? I hope so. Now here we go....
(I like to make my stories skip around or make them cliffhang {make the ending mysterious so you readers have to figure what or imagine what the ending might be}. This story is supposed to take place back when TRA and VE were allies. You know, before we both became neutral after the treaty was broken. Dont spam the page on that subject either, just read the friggin story.)
"Agh. Well this is just great. Another pair of USED TO BE dry socks now soakin wet and probably moldy." The corporal continued his complaint, "I mean, dont get me wrong and all, the Vaks are great allies, but whyd they have to pick a freakin SWAMP as an operations base? Huh? You guys know?"
One private spoke up. "I they have a bad taste in locations. They need better realestate agents."
The group laughed. It was always good to keep the mood up. For some reason, it always helped in bad weather. And when you are in a warzone with bad weather, it tends to be pretty miserable.
The company of TRA soldiers kept on their pace, trudging through swamp waters filled with mud and muck. Not the best place in the Robloxian galaxy, but at least its dry in the Outpost, and keeps any raiders and such wet and miserable as well.
The rain continued to fall. The soldiers kept up there conversations, commenting on the crappy weather, how moldy one's sock was to another's, veteran's stories, you know, the kinda stuff men of war casually talk about.
They came up to a ridge that made up the horizon, dark skies meeting rocky, muddy ground. The sergeant led the way, going over the ridge, and directing TRAs to positions. He pulled out a pair of binoculars, scanning the ground below.
There was the Outpost, a large, massive, black and red complex. It had an observation post, force shield gate, and other necesseties needed by outposts to survive.
He flashed a laser signal, blinking it on and off three times. A Vaktovian on one of the lookout towers responded with two blinks of another laser light. "Ok, thats the go ahead,lets move."
(Alright guys, sorry for the boringness. I have to go to bed and will not be able to finish this ministory for about a few days. Keep in tuned for it on the C&G forum main page. This WILL be continued, and PLEASE, leave your thoughts as replies to this on what you think of it so far. And yes, it is boring, for now. I had to stop in the middle of it, at least give that a thought before flaming or spamming the page.) |
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Noo! I want to know what happens next :D |
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I like it, hurry up so I know what happens next! |
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NautizoJoin Date: 2011-02-09
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do i really have to read that long i mean really! |
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NautizoJoin Date: 2011-02-09
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fine ill read it... |
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Ima finish it!!! Patience peoples. Its a virtue ya know. |
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(Im going to continue. I have it skipping around. And I decided to change the timeline to modern. VE and TRA is fighting RAT. Enjoy)
~.:Chapter One:.~
The Major looked to his right. *Skies are clear,* he told himself. *Now I just need to look out for SAMs.* SAMs, or Surface to Air Missiles, are a pilots' worst nightmare. They range from heatseeking warheads to radar based chasers. Not too many aircraft known to the Robloxian worl coult outmaneuver, let alone out fly one of these. This particular aiforce squadron leader had survived the Second APN War and the war with WIJ. Now he was involved in the air war with the Robloxian Assault Team.
Things had been tense lately. The relationship with the Vaktovian Empire(VE) was and always has been shakey. They now only were working and putting up with each other due to their mutual dislike of RAT. A few allies here and there would help one side or the other, but no one committed. The Robloxian Army, VE, and RAT were all head in.
"Hey Major? YOu ready to head back?" asked the occupant of the second seat. The two seat Strikewing fighter turned left, pulling one G then accelerating at seven hundred studs an hour.
"Yeah Lieutenant. Fuel'll be gone in another half an hour. Time to go."
The pair had been sent on surveillance duty over a RAT guarded city. None of RAT's enemies had ever dared to send any aircraft over the capital. Major losses of both good planes and pilots was very real.
The attack aircraft made its way out to see. The carrier RAS Invader was twenty kilostuds away from the city's dock. The Strikewing had just enough fuel to make it back and land. The Major let out a long breath once he was over the rolling waters, knowing he was safe.
Two RAT soldiers watched the fighter fly over, on with his binoculars trained on the plane. "There goes another one. Thats the fifth in the past two weeks. I cant believe we werent allowed to engage." The RAT carrying a hand held SAM wore a disappointed look on his face.
"Ill radio the outer command post. You think you got the location?"
"Yeah," the other said. "Lets see if we can sink ourselves a ship." He grinned.
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~.:Chapter Two:.~
"Open the gate!"
The Sergeant and his platoon walked into the Vak installation known as SMO. Many of his men were way of the Vaks above them, all holding automatic laser weapons.
A Captain walked over to greet them. "Ah, you must be the new arrivals. We were told you were coming."
"Yeah," the Sergean replied. "We're half of the relief force. Another platoon of composed of TRA and VAC soldiers will be here within a week or so." The Sergeant looked the Captain up and down. He appeared to have a limp. Probably from some previous wound. *An officer who likes to fight. Good.* "Where should we have our stuff?"
The Captain pointed at a black building with a circular roof. Red windows were on the sides. "Those are the barracks. It should be lunch time here soon. Ill have one of the soldiers show you where the outpost cafeteria is." He began to walk back to the main tower when he paused, observing some the TRA Privates' horrified looks. He smiled. "I assure you, us Vaktovians dont eat any weird stuff you arent used to. Im convinced you might even like it." He walked back to the tower.
The TRA soldiers' eyes plainly showed that they were all nervous. All that was staring back at them were glowing red, emotionless eyes from the helmets the Vaktovian soldiers wore.
*This'll be one long stay,* one Corporal thought as he picked up his duffel bag and made his way for the barracks.
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~.:Chapter Three:.~
"What do you mean by we arent getting any back up?" The Admiral nearly screamed.
The ensign was almost cowering behind his checklist. "I-Im sorry sir, but the HCRAN sent the message only a few minutes ago. We arent getting anyone else for another month or so."
"Were by ourselve. Out here. In enemy territory. OFF THE COAST OF A BLOXXING RAT CITY!" The Admiral sat down in a huff. "Not even more aerial support!" He sighed. "What if they have subs out there? heck, we hardly know what RAT has at all!"
"Im not sure, sir. But we are expecting the VE attack frigate Ominous within next month. Once they come, we should be expecting orders from HCRAN to attack."
"Good." The Admiral reclined in his chair. "Keep up the air patrols. The last thing we need is to be half sunk by the time those Vakkies get here."
(Guys, if you would be so kind as to leave comments on what you think I should do or do better. Itll help. Thanks!) |
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~.:Chapter Four:.~
The information the RAT scouts sent in climbed the ladder quick. RATNG-South knew about it fast. It was a threat to homeland security and it needed to be delt with as soon as possible. If RAT couldnt stop it here, what else could? At this moment, they had the advantage, and they hoped to exploit it as best they could.
Later the next day, morning briefs were were given to RAT pilots. At twelve o'clock pilots scrambled for their jets. Each attack bomber carried four missiles. The effective FANG-12s and retired Mouse homing missiles. In fifteen minutes two squadrons of twelve fighter bombers each were headed towards the RAS Invader.
"Blue Leader reporting, over."
"Copy Blue. Red checking in."
The two squadron leaders conversed a moment, then began to form the battle formations. Soon after, at thirty kilostuds out, the order to fire the Mouse missiles was given. Forty-eight Mouse missiles homed in on the RAS Invader traveling at thirty-five studs an hour.
"Multiple radar readings sir!" A radar operator called out. The exec. officer looked at the screen himself, his eyes wide with fear.
"We have a vampire calling. Roll those interceptors off deck ASAP!"
The Robloxian Army Ship Invader held a total of forty-two aircraft. Twenty of thse were F-2 harpey interceptors, eighteen were Strikewing fighters, and four were SeaSprite ASW helicopters.
The F-2s were already taking flight when the order was given. Each and every one was loaded with six Angel air-to-air missiles, three on each wing. The Harpeys set up in four sets of five, swooping diagonally downwards on the incoming missiles.
"We have the targets in sight and locked on. Let a rip boys!" Sixty Angels were launched at the forty-eight Mouse missiles. The Angels caught up, taking all but two. Those two veered off course due to radar disruption and collided.
"Indigo, this is Hevana leader over."
"Copy Hevana, whats the status of the attack."
"All targets are gone, but the targets were only Mouse air-to-surface over."
"Holy Reesemcblox..."
Afer being retired, the Mouse AS-6s were never used in combat as weapons. They are radar guided, locking on to any enemy identified radar signal near to a fifty kilostud radius. They are dummy missiles. No explosives are used. Just empty, metal shells.
"This is a trap." The exec. said aloud. "Turn on all SAM launchers now! Have the Aegis turned online and ready." The Aegis sea defense computer was online, setting all turrets on automatic mode, training their sights towards the incoming bombers.
"Bait worked, Blue Leader."
"Copy Red. Ready the FANGs."
After a few seconds, all were armed. Blue Leader screamed out, "Tallyho!"
"Vampire vampire! Multiple missile radar readings. Sir, I think we got a whole lotta FANGs knockin' on our front doorstep."
All guns turned to the forty-eight air-to-surface missiles headed to the carrier, the Harpeys circling, mad that they couldnt do anything.
"Dear God," the Admiral said as he looked out his window.
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TonitoniJoin Date: 2009-03-14
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( O_O T-thank you sir...) |
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~.:Chapter Five:.~
The small mountainous island had been a great asset to the TRA. Its location made the best place to stage aerial and naval attacks. The mountains hid the aistrip and airbase quite well, and it made a great vacation spot.
The frigate RAS Mariner was docked, leaving its crew and cargo and of two thousand some TRAN Marines to some R&R time. The beaches were full and, well, you should how a Robloxian beach party goes. These Marines enjoyed their free time while it lasted. RAS Mariner was scheduled to arrive at the RAT-controlled island known as Fort Celeste.
The all had been briefed since they arrived. First the Brigadier General, then the officers, then the enlisted. Their mission was to invade Fort Celeste and storm the fort. They would establish the beachhead upon landing, then get through to the main compound. A handpicked squad of Marines would escort a AIMP team to the computer jack at the top of the tower and intake some intel, and upload a virus. I was supposed to be easy.
This was the last day of Rest&Reload time, then they would embark on on their mission. This island was the farthes east TRA installation, marking the end of easter TRA jurisdiction and territory. APN, RAT, and FEAR all head the other sectors of water. APN held the northeastern waters, RAT the southeaster, and FEAT territorial waters were just ten kilostuds directly east of the island. FEAR boat patrols could even be seen from the fort.
What Fort Pwnage was expecting was that RAT would hit first.
"I dont get why were being sent. I mean, the main branch could hit this joint just as hard if they wanted to!" The RAT elite trooper complained.
"Would you just shut up already? Youve been grumbling and complaining the whole trip over here. Just give us some peace and quiet while we still have some time left...*
R&R time was cut short. The air control tower overlooking the airstrip caught the radar readings before the island was even withing the RAT dropships' radar range. Four Strikewing pilots rushed to their airplanes and took off as soon as the siren sounded.
"This is Sift-One, copy tower?"
"Copy Sift-One. Whats up there?"
"Oh, I supposed ten dropships. Possible RAT contact. Wait, confirm that tower. The dropships are RAT. Repeat, confirm they are RAT," the pilot blurted out upon the seeing the indistinguishable symbols.
The controller went through calculations in his head. *One standard RAT dropship carries a max of fifteen bodies excluding the pilot. Ten multiplied by fifteen...* "Sir! We have two hundred fifty RAT soldiers incoming."
"But why so few?" His eyes widened. He jumped to the fort mic. What he said broadcasted throughout the island. Everyone hear: "Code Red. Code Red. We have multiple incoming RAT dropships inbound on this location. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill. Proceed to defense stations, Mode Yellow. Code Red. Code Red." He set down the mic. *Here come the Immortals.* |
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ForzaRogoJoin Date: 2010-08-27
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Who cares, TRA sucks anyway. |
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Its friggin story. Its no propaganda. Go take your dislikes and shove em down your throat or just keep em to yourself. You didnt have to read this. |
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@RogoawsomeInDisguise: Shut the Front door on your way out of this thread, pl0x. :3 |
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ForzaRogoJoin Date: 2010-08-27
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@Cent
I didn't read it, nobody reads stuff this long. |
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There was no point in posting on this then.
And lemme tell you buddy, ur gonna have to read stuff longer this soon enough. 'Specially in school. |
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ForzaRogoJoin Date: 2010-08-27
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I read long books in school, not on vacation. I go back on Sept. 7th, beat that. |
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We don't care. Beat that. >_> |
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Foosh yah Dest *high fives* How many page books you usually read? |
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Me? Meh, whatever the teacher assigns. '>_> |
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No the idiot whos currently wearing swimming suit >_> |
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Look, if you don't like it, don't waste your time commenting. I happened to enjoy reading it, ALL of it. If you haven't ready ANY then don't say that it sucks. Smart one. |
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