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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jun 1, 2015 1:42:47 GMT
@rawry4eva Xingmin WuInshas, Egypt - 60 kilometers northeast of Cairo 0130 hours - Operation: Striking Asp  The cold of the Egyptian sands was a common phenomena at this time. The climate permitted a hot and dry day, with a cold and dry night following. However, the soldiers who stood outside the sleeping city of Inshas were not present for sightseeing. They were waiting for a signal, a sign from an anonymous benefactor to their cause. Since the Resource Rush in Africa only two years earlier, PLA forces held Egypt as an ally and an economic benefactor. However, not that surprisingly, there were not many military forces in the area. This would make infiltrating the facility that much easier, and as the partisans waited for their signal, they heard the sounds of their arriving Centurion tanks.  The tanks were meant to assist their ally, but not to divert attention to the GLA. The GLA had only one goal, and one goal alone tonight: to proliferate nuclear materials from Inshas Experimental Reactor Number one. The ultimate long-term goal for what was going to be done with these materials was not entirely known, but many of the GLA's high-ranking members had a fairly decent idea on what was to be done with the materials. Whatever the case was, the soldiers awaited orders, with RPGs loaded in the technicals that they had arrived in and Centurions to deal with enemy armor. Out of the Centurions stepped five GLA "Liquidator" soldiers, who wore the hazardous materials suits to succeed in proliferating the materials, and as they stepped out, the soldiers readied for a signal, any signal, for them to start the distraction. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 4:25:43 GMT
01:00 AM-Inshas Rosalinda was runing late,yet the objective was just minutes away from her reach.Her goal was simple, a simple display of shock and awe, showing the brutality of her craft.But something was stoping her... Was her disguise? No,she had reports coming from the CIA of a craft that had recently been put into urgent repair after a sudden engine malfunction.The peoples proud Xian H-6 bomber was chosen and her airborne drones quickly changed her craft accordingly. .jpg) The CIA had tracked this craft in africa weeks before...No this wasnt it. -Her first Wingman came up and asked if they should enter egyptian airspace. "No" She said and cheerfull tone leaving her dressing compartment. "Here take a look" *She swirled around*  "Ah look at the quality of this silk! Bazar or not theese merchants know thier taste! Dont I look enchanting?" -The First mate gave a slight cough and pointed to his watch "Allright...Allright enter egyptian airspace"  1:30 AM-Inshas  *Rosalindas craft was aproaching millatary airspace as felt uncomftable with her current attire yet she contacted the warlord* "We're aproaching the target area, a fast strike in and out before they know what hit them"  *As the screen closed she started to feel the sweat on her forhead and told the crew to turn down the tempature* "How can anyone wear such blaste-" -Ma'm its air traffic control.They're asking for us to respond "Oh I dont have time for formalities, pitch us to an angle and OPEN FIRE!" -Night sky filled the air with anti aircraft fire.Thoose who would rush to thier stations tried thier hardest but the attack took the egpytian millatary by complete suprise!-  |
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jun 1, 2015 5:57:28 GMT
0130 Hours - Operation: Striking AspThat was the signal that the soldiers were waiting for. Immediately, GLA partisans lined their scopes up with disorganized Egyptian soldiers and immediately sniped them. "DEATH TO THE INFIDELS!" one screamed at the top of his lungs before charging down the sandy slopes upon which they had been standing to assist the mercenary in her work. And as they ran, the tanks began their immediate charge into the fray as well to assist. But only one group stayed behind. A group of five in a lead-lined semi-truck, of whom were in constant contact with their dear leader, the Gaboon Viper himself. "You had best get moving while this diversion is going on. I want as many nuclear materials as you can get your hands on. No exceptions!" The warlord spoke with a very cold and inhospitable voice. Fitting, as he lived among a cold and inhospitable military. "Yes sir." Immediately after saying this, the warlord's voice did not return, and the Liquidators knew that they had gotten the signal. The one at the wheel immediately stepped on it and drove towards the nuclear facility, readying weapons in the technical should they encounter resistance. 0135 Hours - Operation: Striking Asp The technicians worked hard to shut down systems in the reactor, as not to cause a meltdown, should the facility be hit by a stray tank shell. The sounds of warfare and death echoed from outside, and as the facility began to shut down, the door was busted open by who appeared to be radiation technicians, but they brandished mini-SS machine guns and were clearly not of the facility. "On the ground, pigs!" one of them yelled at the technicians, but they were panic stricken, frozen by the fact that they had been invaded by these rebels. However, they immediately put their hands behind their heads and fell to the ground as one of the armed men fired into the roof. Afterwards, the Liquidators sealed the room off from potential threats before one of them grabbed a technician. "You. You're going to tell me where you keep spare reactor materials; we have trucks waiting outside, for these materials, and unless you don't want to see your family again, you're going to load them in for us! Got it?" The technician, even in the face of death, remained stone-faced, until the gun's barrel was placed against his head, to where he began to shake in fear, realizing that he was in very real danger of being killed if he did not comply with their orders. Immediately, he took the Liquidator out of the control room and began leading him to the storage facility. It was a terrifying experience, and the entire facility, let alone the city, seemed to be under siege. 0433 Hours - Operation: Striking AspAfter an excruciating three hours of loading nuclear materials into the lead-lined semi, the chief Liquidator, one Muhamad Ahad, got a private phone call from the Gaboon Viper. It was odd, considering that there was no reason for him to do so. Whatever the case, Muhamad reached into the pocket of his suit and took out an old flip phone before opening it.
"Is the operation complete?"
"Yes Omar. The materials have been proliferated, and we're en route to the chemical lab as I speak."
"Kill the technicians. Leave no witnesses." At this proposition, Muhamad recoiled slightly. He knew what his job was, and the consequences it would bring, but he knew better than to question the warlord. It was practically a death sentence. Eventually, he sighed and nodded before saying a simple "yes sir," and goodbye before hanging up and turning to the technicians, who were loading the last of the nuclear materials into the truck.
"Good. Now, as for your reward." Muhamad turned and motioned the other Liquidators to come over. And as one of the technicians looked around for an opening, he made a run for it, only to be gunned down by one of the Liquidators.
"On your knees, imperialist!" one of them spoke, kicking down one of the technicians to the ground as he did. As the technicians looked up in wide-eyed fear, gun barrels were pointed directly at their heads.
"No witnesses." It was then that Muhamad pulled the trigger.
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Post by Xingmin Wu on Jun 1, 2015 23:36:04 GMT
Huan Fan
0251 Hours - Beijing, China
The newly appointed Chairman, only four days in office, wakes up to a sudden ring on his bedside telephone. He gets up lazily from his bed to answer his call. Wu: "It's 3 AM. This better be an emergency." - "Mr. Wu, it IS an emergency!! Please come to the Great Hall as fast as possible!" Wu: "Alright, I'll be right there." Luckily for Wu, his suit was right on the ground, as he has been too lazy to put it away in his closet. He puts on his fancy clothing and heads down to wake his cab driver. "Fourth day on the job, and a crisis hits already. Looks like my job won't be an easy one." he thought to himself. ----------------------------------- 0328 Hours - Great Hall of the People, Beijing, China  The Chinese leader arrives at one of the meeting rooms in the Chinese Parliament building. A group of around 8-9 of his ministers and military staff surrounds the TV screen. Vice-Premier Peng turns around and spots the Chinese leader. Peng: "Chairman Wu! We have the Egyptian foreign minister on the line. He says that the nuclear research facility in Inshas is under attack. " Wu: "By what? Egyptian rebels? But why would they attack a nuclear plant... unless..." The Egyptian foreign minister, Rakin Samaha, pipes into the conversation from the TV, Samaha: " One of the guards at the plant reported seeing tanks with the GLA insignia painted on its front. It's the GLA, for sure, and they are coming in full force with tanks and specialized hazmat troops.. The scumbags probably want to steal nuclear-grade materials to make bombs." Wu: "Our forces have quite a lot of experience in combat against the GLA. I'm hoping you've already sent the Egyptian army to try and quell the GLA, but I have troops that are stationed in Sudan that can help. I will send them off immediatley. " Samaha: "We are grateful for your help, sir! Thank you!" -- Video call ends -- Wu: "Tanks and hazmat troops? On a nuclear facility? This isn't just some minor raid, we need some well-trained veteran troops and your best commander on the scene as soon as possible." General Jin: "I will have the 25th and 26th Mechanized Regiments from northern Sudan on the scene immediatly, Chairman Wu. They have specialized nuclear teams that can deal with this kind of situation. " Wu: "Good. And I want your best commander to lead these troops. He must good tactician, well-versed in urban combat and stealth, if a raid on the facility should prove necessary. Since he will be leading some of our most experienced troops, I want casulties to be kept at a minimum, so he must not throw away lives needlessly. I also expect him to be very experienced in fighting the GLA. " Jin: "Roger that, Sir!" Wu: "Have you decided who to pick? Do you have our man?" Jin: "Oh, he is no man..." ----------------------------------- 0440 Hours - Inshas, Egypt Three hours ago, the Egyptian research reactor came under attack by the forces of Omar Al Ghazi. At around 0430 Hours, elements of the Egyptian Army began arriving on the scene. They mustered around a kilometer south of the nuclear facility before now beginning their assault. Two attack helicopters were ordered to begin its attack 5 minutes before the Army arrives, it was their job to not only take out as many armored vehicles as they can, but also act as a distraction from the main force. The Egyptian 58th Infantry division was to have the honor of being the first Egyptian army to engage the GLA since 2041. Their objective was to surround the facility and make sure no GLA escapes. However, these troops are NOT to attempt any kind of raid on the facility, they must hold them in place until Chinese help arrives. The message got out to Chinese Commanders of the attack at around 0400 hours, and they are expecting Chinese troops to be on the scene within 5-6 hours. Initial reports say that the GLA have been using aircraft and tanks to carry out this assault, so the Egyptian forces are expecting very heavy resistance.  At 0440, the two attack helicopters were the first to engage the GLA in combat, as they approached the facility with a roar. They were both old American AH-64 Apaches, now mainly used for training as they are obsolete by today's standards, but they were the only servicable and armed attack helicopters available, so they had to make do. One helicopter detecting a minor amount of radiation outside the facility, inside a semi-truck, and they immediatley reported to their commander via radio. Their orders were not to destroy it, lest they want a radioactive disaster, but they are to keep an eye on it. Another spotted one of the GLA's tanks futher north of the facility. The Apache pilot knew his orders very were and fired its hellfire missiles.  The tank exploded violently, alerting all GLA forces in the area to this new threat. With both the Egyptian military approaching the facility, and Chinese troops expected to arrive later, the battle had only just begun.
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Post by Huan Fan on Jun 2, 2015 0:24:58 GMT
0420 Hours, near Salala, Sudan: PLA mobilization point 'Delta' Lieutenant Colonel Fan stepped off her small transport plane and dashed over fellow PLA counterparts awaiting her. Both of them were groggy Colonels, and both of them had a bitter scowl on their faces. "Gentlemen!" Han said, quickly saluting. "Lieutenant-Colonel..." the larger, and older one grumbled- this was the commander of the twenty-fifth mechanized Corps; Colonel Sun. "this is by all accounts a large operation you're conducting. It will be remembered, no matter how it goes" Colonel Fen said. Fan nodded. "I see that you Colonels do not wish for me to command the ground forces for this operation. Very good! You, there, get me a communications line to China immediately, we must inform senior PLA and Party leadership that they were wrong, and that command should be given to one of these men, who have as of yet not been mentioned once in any dispatch." Colonel Sun grunted and raised a hand "Dont- actually do that, Lieutenant." Fan turned to regard Colonel Sun and adopted an 'at-ease' posture. "Then can I count on your temporary cooperation for the duration of this crisis?" "Fine." Sun muttered; Fen only offered a cold nod. "Good. I wont even bother requesting troop details, we literally do not have the time. GLA forces are already on-site, we do not have any reliable resources or units in the area and the PLA has been requested to support our allies. That means I need a large scale RAPID redeployment of PLA forces. Fen cleared his throat. "We have already loaded up our battle-master tanks and Troop Crawlers. We were waiting on you." Fan blinked. "Yes Colonel, and perhaps you figured the Red Army would also be generous enough to give the GLA some extra gas money as well? If we drive there, with division sized elements like yours, we will not reach our objective until the end of the entire week. Tell me, are your soldiers drop-trained?" Sun tilted his head slightly. "You mean from planes?" Fan sighed. ... 0510 Hours, above Inshas, Egypt: "The last of you, go go go!" Fan shouted, pushing the final few infantry out of her transport plane. She counted for a few moments, then jumped herself. The immediate vertigo was disorienting. Promptly she felt the blood start flowing up to her upper body, and after a few moments of hectic freefall, she felt and heard a sudden 'THUMP' as her chute shot out and caught the air. This part of jumping always felt wonderful, although she dreaded the actual landing. Once, during training, she broke her thighbone on the drop. Hopefully she could settle this time for just general soreness. In her ear were a dozen chinese voices. The vast majority of her joint strike force appeared to have landed well within the operational zone and without much in the way of hostile AA fire. Fan had chosen the LZ conservatively to be well away from possible urban and known GLA centers of operation. As always with a paradrop, the immediate post drop organization was when her formation was most vulnerable. Supporting her operations would be the air forces of the 25th and 26th corps, which thankfully were relatively considerable. Later on she could expect crawlers and battlemasters in squadrons to be dropped as needed, as her large cargo planes were already moving to the Sudan and possibly being loaded with tanks right now, but they were few in number compared to the legions of armor she had to leave behind at Salala. Right now Fan desperately wanted to link up with commanders on the ground. She was the ignorant one here and the time it would take her companies to begin forming into effective safe combat groups she would have time to take in the situation. Fan had been in an intelligence void for most of this deployment. It was nothing like operating in Somalia. This was time sensitive and if she over-reached, she and her men would promptly die, while if she was too slow and careful the objective would be long lost. Fan had one advantage and that was surprise, which she intended to press with aggressive close air support covering covert infantry. It was possible the GLA might have seen a parachute or two float in, but they would have absoloutely no idea where the PLA would be in as little as two hours from now. Fan knew this because, frustratingly, there was a good chance that she might not either. Her Major, Xin, was coordinating with a unified command headquarters that Fan needed to find immediately; he would have an idea of what- Oh no. The ground stopped Fan's idle thought and with well practiced gestures Fan did her best not to break something as she landed at last. A PLA infantryman quietly helped her up and gestured if everything was allright. Fan nodded. "Field CP. Your on point. Go." 0512 Hours, Somewhere near Inshas, Egypt.Fan nodded after going over the briefing given by her fellow commanders, and dismissed them. The situation was bad. Her intelligence suggested the Egyptian Cordon might not actually contain the GLA, the GLA clearly had armor and were here in strength, and they had momentum well on their side. Fan sat on a simple fold-able chair in her field CP, which was for all intents and purposes a modified listening post truck, and began to make calls. "Allied units, report in, this is Lieutenant Colonel Fan of the PLA. We have arrived, and need immediate instruction as to the situation as it develops, over!"
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jun 2, 2015 1:30:30 GMT
440 Hours - Operation: Striking AspThe explosion of one of the old Centurions prompted Partisans to look in the direction of the destroyed tan before looking to the sky."This is Spider Monkey to Striking Asp. We have confirmed Egyptian military support arriving to intercept the truck!""Keep the Egyptians off of us! We can't risk being captured!" immediately the Partisan nodded and turned switched channels to a group of two technicals."Spider Monkey needs the fruit. Repeat, Spider Monkey needs its fruit," he spoke into the device. After a bit of waiting, the driver of one of the technicals responded and immediately started driving towards the city for garrison from the Egyptian helicopters. And as tanks began moving out of the line of sight of the Egyptian airpower, tunnel defenders stepped out of the technicals and into the awakening city. "This is Fruit to Spider Monkey, we are in position and awaiting orders," spoke one of the Tunnel Defenders on a walkie talkie, to where he received the orders to quickly shoot down the helicopters once they came in range. As one of the helis came in range, an RPG was heard being fired, and one of the apaches, and it quickly exploded in the air as the RPG hit the fuselage. "One apache hit, repeat, one apache hit!""Excellent work, brothers. You keep the airways clear," spoke the partisan before switching channels again. "Centurions, keep up the attack. We need momentum for the Liquidators to escape!" The response was immediate."Yes sir, moving to position...God help me, my horse was faster than this pile of junk..." one of the Centurion commanders said.0510 Hours - Operation: Striking Asp - Cargo 20 Kilometers from Rendezvous Point
As the Egyptian forces were slowly pushed back to the destroyed military base by a combination of Centurion armor and supressive fire from partisans and tunnel defenders, one of the technical drivers heard the sounds of planes flying overhead. "This is Tunnel Defender team to Partisans. There are low-flying planes overhead. Should we respond?" "Negative. The Chinese shouldn't be here for another five minutes." "Sir, they're low-flying. Should we see what they are?" "Fine. Just make sure to hit 'em out of the sky if they're military!" immediately, the connection went offline and the technical driver got out and ran to one of the RPG troopers. "Take a look to the sky, see what we're dealing with here." immediately, the tunnel defender nodded and looked through the night vision scope to see, "Paradropping soldiers...they're paradropping soldiers!" "Then shoot them from the skies! Make it rain dead soldiers!" the technical driver immediately ran back to his vehicle as the tunnel defender started relaying the new info to the rest of the anti-air division. "Sir, we have confirmed Chinese soldiers paradropping from cargo planes!" "How many?" "Don't know, but judging by the amount of planes, I would say a regiment or two of Chinese soldiers. If we're unlucky, then maybe a third." "Are RPGs trying to take them out?" "Trying, but I don't know if they're succeeding." "Keep them distracted from the Liquidators. They need to get to the rendezvous point!" "Yes sir," the driver replied before driving up to a group of RPG troopers. "Get in the truck! We have to keep our cargo safe!" immediately, two tunnel defenders entered the truck, and it sped off to assist their fellow operatives. |
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Post by Xingmin Wu on Jun 2, 2015 2:17:09 GMT
0515 Hours - Inshas, Egypt  "HOTEL TWO IS DOWN, REPEAT, HOTEL TWO IS DOWN!!" Radioed the first helicopter, as it sprayed countermesures from all sides, trying to avoid Stinger missiles and RPG fire. "November One is on the move! It's heading west, its destination is probably Central Africa. Recommend you alert all Egyptian forces West of Cairo. Continuing pursuit, over!" The lead-lined truck was continuing its run in the desert. The helicopter had it in sight, however it had orders not to destroy it. It would continue tracking its position, and relaying info back to command. An interception force was being mustered, as men prepared their hazmat suits in case the GLA would rather destroy the truck than give it up. ---------- Meanwhile, at the facility, the situation for the Egyptian soldiers was bad. The Egyptian infantry were not equipped properly to deal with armor, and their trucks and APCs were being hit one by one. Only one in every twenty or so men had an anti-vehicle weapon, and most of them are light unguided rocket launchers. Another problem was the division's lack of artillery or air support. The GLA had makeshift dugouts in place with machineguns in position. As the Egyptians tried to advance, the GLA sprayed machine gun fire, and suppressed the advancing Egyptians. Most of their armored vehicles had been knocked out by the GLA tanks and RPG ambushes. The Egyptian commander, Brigadier Ashid Abboud, knew he was taking a risk when giving his men such little time to prepare, but he had no choice. The GLA surprise attack caught everyone off guard, and the Egyptian Army was unprepared for war. He had, however, called for heavier and more well-prepared reinforcements, but they aren't to arrive for another 8-10 hours, and he was afraid that by that time, the battle might be long over. Their advance stalled only 500 meters from the nuclear facility. Then, the GLA began counterattacking, and they were being slowly pushed back. Brigadier Abboud's communications officer established a connection with the Chinese commander, Lt. Col. Fan. Abboud informs Fan of the situation: "Fan! Our forces are being pushed back from the reactor, but our units are in hot pursuit of the lead-lined truck. Our situation is deteriorating quickly." All they could do was hope that the Chinese paratroopers could turn the tide of the battle, or at least prolong it enough so that help could arrive. One thing's for sure, nobody was going to let the GLA escape the facility. |
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Post by Huan Fan on Jun 2, 2015 3:48:14 GMT
0515 Inshas, Egypt.
For the past several minutes, Fan attempted to get in touch with Egyptian or other allied units nearby, to no avail. It was beyond frustrating. However, the GLA had made a critical mistake in firing at her men coming in. While a handful had died and others were wounded the GLA's position was made well known. Company sized elements moved swiftly and silently around the facility, positioning themselves in the south, east, and west. Fan herself had eventually moved her command up to a secure area just next to the southern company's headquarters.
In that time GLA had been spotted but not engaged. Fan NEEDED to know the situation before troops were committed. For all she knew GLA reserves were waiting to pocket and kill her own units.
Upon receiving word from the Egyptian commander, however, it was time to act, and thankfully in an hours time some four battlemasters and six APC's would drop down for support. These armored pieces would ideally help clean up and secure the area, but in a worst case scenario, they were a lifeline.
However more pressing was the truck situation. Fan wasted no time in ordering two of her five present gunships to follow that truck, with the final three landing in secured sites, prepared to execute a plan of action.
Ordering a subordinate to inform senior PLA leadership of the truck situation, Fan rushed over to meet with Captain Bao, the immediate commander of the PLA units in her zone. "We will initiate the attack. Prepare to signal our companion units. We will take the most casualties, but if we pull my plan off, it will have a cascading effect on the GLA forces left in the area. Their command and control will shatter, and they will either surrender or die."
Captain Bao nodded. Fan knelt and unslung her rifle. It was do or die.
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0517 Inshas, Egypt.
The assault began with a chorus of mortars firing out suddenly: One reinforced mortar platoon hammered GLA positions with the light rounds, deadly to infantry, but useless against the scorpions. That was the only warning given, as the assault commenced moments later. In the twilight hours, a company of Chinese infantry launched an attack unlike what the GLA were used to from the PLA: In the outskirts and shadows of the facility an attack would begin and promptly stop. PLA snipers would take pot-shots at GLA fighters from unknown positions. When a large target or dug in position was found PLA troops would melt back away, only for the area to either be hit with mortars, or for a single Mig to make a pass at the site. Even still, the scorpion tanks would remain largely unaffected by this. It was a rolling battle on a wide front with an enemy that could not be seen, and that was not taking stupid risks.
In truth it was a probing strike. It tested the GLA, made them aware of what would look like a massive force of infantry that seemed to be in all places at all times. The experience would be harrowing; rarely was a Chinese soldier ever seen, and when they were, they were on the move, always on the move.
Yet it would be clear from the attackers perspective that it was an attack that refused to commit. It did not breach the interior of the facility. It seemed satisfied in lashing out at GLA positions and cutting at hostile elements, before melting away. What was consistent was its intensity. It did not let up for a second; units that assumed the coast was clear would be rudely reminded by a mortar, grenade, or accurate sniper fire.
In short it was the worst kind of assault a defender could deal with; it exploited all of the disadvantages of being a static, defensive force. It was frustrating, psychologically impacting, and deadly efficient.
How strange, that it came from what could only be assumed was a PLA formation.
THE BATTLE IS MET.
PLA 2ND COMPANY, 25TH REGIMENT, UNDER COMMAND OF CPT. BAO AND LT.COL. FAN, HAS ENGAGED THE GLA.
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Colonel Fan skidded away from the explosion of a round fired from a scorpion and sighed.
"Bao, exactly how many vehicles do they have? I need to know if we have a visual on quad cannons. I also need to know about possible stinger site positions. This is important!"
The captain silently nodded, and ran off through the sandy landscape to coordinate with his comrades, leaving Fan to make a call.
She gestured to First Lieutenant Liang to hand her a sophisticated looking radio.
"This is Lieutenant Colonel Fan, to PLA General Jin. We have engaged the enemy. Hostiles are dug in, requesting Air support for the hard-targets, especially the Scorpions. We will lase them and provide fire coordination. In addition, gunships have been dispatched to pursue a fast moving truck from GLA positions. Requesting permission to engage and stop that truck."
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jun 2, 2015 5:20:13 GMT
0517 Hours - Operation: Striking Asp - Cargo 6.84 Kilometers from Rendezvous PointThe situation itself was bad. The GLA had been pushed on the defensive by the Chinese forces. What's worse, however, is that the PLA's forces were trying new tactics. They were taking the GLA's own card tricks against them. Many of the forces that had arrived were dying or dead, and their Centurions, no matter how good a tank, were still comparatively lighter in armor than any Chinese battlemaster. It was a bloodbath for the soldiers, as the PLA would not commit to an actual fight, and while the GLA had this factor on their side, they were still not enough. Their mercenary continued to circle overhead, clearly seeing that their soldiers were dying. Why didn't Omar give the order? Why didn't he ask her for assistance in this crucial time? Why did he send them to die in the name of their nation? Whatever the case may have been, they continued to support the cause, and the current leader of the situation, a partisan by the name of Youssef, was having to think of a way to get the Chinese to comply and let them go.
"...well, we could try and cut them off from the east and west," a rebel offered, to where Youssef turned and smacked him upside the head.
"Idiot. They have the east and west. And before you say retreat to the north, that's what they want. They will box us in the city and arrest us before we have a chance."
"Well, shouldn't we at least try a flanking maneuver? It's our best shot at getting back on the offensive," another agreed. Before he could say anything to refute this, however, a message was coming through from one of the centurions.
"This is Scorpion 2, we have located the position of the mortar fire. It is coming south of your position! What are your orders?" Youssef realized that this could be the break that they were looking for and smirked after having an idea.
"Alright, you and your brethren will push forwards and attack the PLA forces stationed at the south. You are the distraction. In that time, we are going to start pushing the forces of the Eastern Dragon back out of the city from the east and west. I will retreat with a group and meet at the rendezvous position with the Liquidators." The plan was simple, but could be effective in either breaking the enemy line and allowing a good amount of soldiers to find a technical and escape, or it could end up with the entirety of this force in a POW camp. Hopefully it wouldn't come to having to resort to the anthrax pills hidden in their pockets. Whatever the case was, another mortar came crashing down on their positions, and soldiers went scattering for cover or flying into the air with their bodies ripped into chunks.
"Duck and cover!!!" screamed a rebel from nearby as another mortar came crashing down. As the smoke cleared, another attack of PLA soldiers came into view and shots were immediately fired at the GLA soldiers, most of them hitting their targets. Youssef, despite his quick reflexes in firing at another PLA soldier, was shot in the shoulder by another.
"Son of a bitch!" he screamed as he fell to the ground, clutching his wounded shoulder. Thankfully, the Chinese solder thought that he had earned a kill and left to fight other freedom fighters.
"God damn it...get those mortars out of here!" he said through clenched teeth. Knowing that he probably wouldn't get out of there in the normal circumstances, he got up and took one of his fallen comrades' guns and began the spray-and-pray route. Eventually, he did make it to a technical outside of PLA control, and started a drive towards the truck that carried the materials, about 14 kilometers away.
0515 Hours - Operation: Striking Asp - Cargo 8.5 Kilometers from Rendezvous Point 
"Yes sir. Understood." Muhamad turned to his comrades in arms after shutting his phone. "We got out of there at just the right time. The Chinese caught wind of our operation. No doubt they'll be onto us if we don't get to the rendezvous point in the next five minutes or so."
"And of our brothers that are fighting out there?" one of the other Liquidators asked. Muhamad just sighed and shook his head.
"At least they died for the Cause." Before he had a chance to say anything, however, he immediately got contact on his walkie-talkie from their not-so-official protectorate convoy.
"We have company! Two Chinese helis, heavy military by the looks of it!" Muhamad's eyes widened in fear. If the Chinese were following them, they could find the location of the rendezvous and raid it for their nuclear materials before the Great Plan would unfold.
"Do you have RPGs in that technical, soldier?"
"Of course!"
"Then take them out of the sky! We can't let them find the rendezvous!"
"Yes sir!" Immediately, the truck began to increase its speed to 70 kilometers/hour, trying to out-speed the vastly superior helicopters. |
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Post by Xingmin Wu on Jun 3, 2015 3:36:01 GMT
0517 Hours - Bilbeis, Egypt, 50km East of Inshas The Air Force Base commander was readying up his MiG Fighters to engage any possible GLA targets. Then, an order came down from the PLA High Command, General Jin. "Airbase Bravo India Lima, your new orders are to support the ongoing battle at the Inshas Reactor Plant. Establish a direct radio link to Lt. Col. Huan Fan and her communications officers immediatley, they have several targets for you. Be careful not to hit the reactor plant itself, as it might cause radiation leak that could potentially make the entire sector unsafe for living. This order is effective immediatley." "Understood, General!"  Several minutes later, MiGs took off from the airbase, heading west to Inshas. The landed elements of the 24th and 25th Mechanized Regiments will receive some much needed aid in their assault on the remaining GLA strongpoints. ----- 0519 Hours - Cargo 7 km from Rendezvous point The two Han Gunships were heading southwest, where they were detecting trace amounts of gamma radiation. They followed the radiation trail until they could see the convoy. As they approached the target, they noticed that there were a few technicals escorting the truck. Men stood up from the back of the Technicals and aimed their RPGs. "Evasive maneuvers!" Cried Corporal Mang, one of the pilots, as he barely managed to dodge the unguided rocket. "Fire at will!" The gunner replied "Affirmative!", as he aimed his 100mm cannons at the lead-lined truck, when a second RPG whizzed past from one of the Technicals, and threw off his aim. He pulled the trigger anyway, causing collateral damage to the nearby infrastructure. The second Han fired its guns, and managed to hit one of the technicals, the shockwave causing it to fly in the air before it skid on the ground and caught fire. Suddenly, a radio transmission was established for both helicopters. The voice yelled out: "CEASEFIRE!! CEASEFIRE!! This is Hotel One of the Egyptian 4th Apache Squad. Orders are NOT to engage the target convoy, repeat, orders are NOT to engage the convoy!" Corporal Mang was shocked. He yelled into his radio: "We have them the escaped enemy in sight! We can easily destroy it!" "NO! You musn't! We must not risk a nuclear catastrophe in the middle of the Nile Delta. Our orders are to keep track of the convoy, and relay back information about the convoy's location and its direction." "So we're just going to let it escape?! There are nuclear-grade materials in that truck, the GLA could be planning a bigger scheme. What if they wanted to bomb a major city like Cairo or Bejing?" "Rest assured, the high-command has a plan. They have prepared roadblocks ahead, and they want to trap it, so our orders are just to keep relaying information, understood?" "Understood." ----- 0528 Hours - Birqash, Egypt 40 minutes ago, the Egyptian 31st Infantry battallion was briefed by Brigadier General Yubar on their role in his plan to trap the GLA convoy. "Stand easy, and listen up. We have received confirmation from our reconnaisance helicopters that the truck is heading in this direction. They will most likely be crossing the bridges at Al'Qanatir Al Khariyyah. We believe they are trying to escape past the delta into the desert. That means YOU are the only battalion of troops to stand in their way. I want several layers of road blocks set up at all four routes leading from Al'Qanatir, each of them with at least two armored vehicles blocking the route. Throw tank traps in front of the road or on the nearby ground if you have access to any. Any other armored vehicles remaining, I want you guys to set up at the east end of Birqash. When we give the code as to which route the target chooses to go, which may include the open field between roadblocks, then you should head there to intercept them immediatley. Every roadblock and armored vehicle platoon should have at least one nuclear specialist, and one negotiator. UNDERSTOOD?" "SIR, YES SIR!!" "Very good. Go to your assigned positions and waste NO time. DISMISSED!" The Egyptian Army worked tirelessly to set up their positions and blockades as quickly as possible. Several teams of men even came in to deliver coffee to sleepy soldiers. The Brigadier General had also ordered all police forces in the area to stand down, as he didn't want any more civilian casulties. By now, all defensive positions were set up, and they received confirmation that the target was indeed headed straight for Birqash.  Now, Brigadier General Yubar's second-in-command arrives from his command vehicle and approaches his commanding officer. "All preparations are complete, sir." "Good. It's been almost an hour since the target truck has escaped the Inshas plant. I expect the target to arrivewithin the next 10 minutes." Replied Yubar. "We've done all the planning and preparations we could, as long as nothing goes wrong, we should be able to trap the GLA in one of the roadblocks. Best case scenario, we negotiate them into surrender. Worse case, the truck was wired with explosives, and they detonate, irradiating the whole sector. All we can do now is wait and see." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 2:28:29 GMT
Rosalinda slumped on her armchair glaring at the off screen panel just after her last call. Her left finger touch her side forehead as her thumb touched her chin, gritting her teeth and clenching her fist as she began to feel aggravated for a sooner beckoned call, while fanning out her other hand for cool air to release as her attire began to suffocate her for it's gruesome whether. Just before she was to shout a commence an order, one of her first mates came affront to her, she remained silent untill further notice. (Edit for music Bruce suggested.What do you guys think?) -Captain? Yes, Jaime? Well speak up, i don't have all day, aver dime! -You got an incoming transmission. Patch the feed, lets see what the warlord has to say *The warlord appeard on screen* -Our brothers are being persued by the chineese!*Rosalinda was checking her nails and appeard to not even be caring* -They will die!"*She gave a yawn and looked unamused* "Your point is? I wouldnt know the first thing on how to spend lives or wasting them" -Then learn to save them you cruel angel of death"Conquerer of death" She exclaimed and closed the feed. Crew, set our course to fifteen degrees north.We're going to make the chineese wish they stayed at home!  -Targets in sight captain! Did they cross the line in the sand we drew with our miniguns? -Ma'm yes Ma'm Then smokem! She said bolstering a hearty chuckle while enjoying a sip of french wine. The conquistador positioned itself to fly a straight line and rain hell apon anyone who crossed the line they made clear by brutal firepower.Yet for some reason spared thoose who did not persue the gla tanks.Buying them enough time to Status report, Did the package make it to its target? Or are we the only competent ones in this battlefield? -Two gunships are persuing it hot ma'm *Rosalinda put a hand to her face taking a deep breath and sighing.Slowly shaking her face on hand and raising the other one to make a hand gesture. -Captain, Shall we switch to full wing? Yes-Yes Do what is nessary, just get it over with.Oh why cant I find someone who doesnt screw up every five minutes. Roughly Five minutes later -The Conquistador with her green coat of paint alongside her chineese disguise was left intact due to the lack of any notable antiair in the area.Rosalinda almost fell asleep due to the lack of action.The turbulance was like a cradle to her when she was sitting on her chair, slowly rocking herself to sleep.- -Targets in sight, Captain should we slow down to engage them? Hmm I think we should just burn thier air. *The conquistador slowed down just when they infront of the two gunships by comparetively dead close range, for the size of the craft that is.Suddenly the engines speeded up.Thej jet engines intakes sucked the oxygen and gave out hotter air that thier engines wouldnt be able to handle. "I doubt they'll be able to hold onto thier sticks or hold onto altitude, we didnt have to slow down to half wing!" Rosalinda said savoring this simple tactic. -Yes captain at once! *A priority one message was sent to Rosalinda, she picked up the phone and nodded listening to the call* Yes Mr.President? Do you require the Conquistador and her crew?Yes, uh huh, I see....Go on...Oh? Oh Yes! Well I hear it is lovely this time of the year.No need to repeat yourself Mr.President, however I require some assistance.That and we're almost bingo on fuel and we needed to be loaded for bear. *Just mear momments she put her phone away her screen blinks with a transmission.The warlord had yet proven to be more bark then bite* Yes, what is it now warlord? -You should adress me with respect you high flying bitch! After all I am your employer I-
*Rosalindas eyes flaired as this outfit as much as it brought out her eyes was making her sweat.She cut him off and responded to his rage with some of her own.* No you listen to me you- *A yellow alarm started to blink as she looked away.It was the chineese airforce, took them long enough she'd thought to herself.Best she be done with this operation anyways.There was bigger game to hunt anywhom.She turned back at the screen as Omar did not seem amused, AT ALL* My apoligies warlord, your people's rich culture and social attire really weighs on my nerves.Now tell me what you wish, but make this the last.The chineese are scrambling interceptors to contest my dominance from the air. - There is a blockade ahead set up by the egpytian and chineese, send them to thier gods and your side of the deal will be done. *Giving an evil smile she grinned and noded once and closed the video feed* Attention, all hands on deck.I know this has been a long and morely boring mission for you crew.Our final objective however has finnaly been laid apon us.Let us be done and I promise for at most two hours of R&R before our next objective. Reduce speed to half wing! Set a course to theese cordiantes, we have a roadblock to blow before dinner! -The crew cheered after hearing the captains honeycoated words-
-0548 Hours-
The words :"ALL GUNS ON MY MARK! OPEN FIRE!" usherd from her mouth on the top of her lungs.The morning twilight sky started to illuminate from above.The Conquistadors cannons and guns not to mention the missle hardpoints broke the already panicking egpytian morale.Casuing more chaos and confusion among them and thier chineese allies.  Zooming closer to the target area Rosalinda took off her Hijab, brushing away her fabulas hair and revealing the intimidating yet quite desireable womanly figure.Gazing apon the screen she saw men running like the cowards they were. Perhaps the chineese had more in store to prevent this transport from escaping, that she did not know nor care.For now the local millatarys blockade was just a burning pile of rubble.The road included, It seems the convoy has to improvise now.   Allright boys and girls, lets head on home.Initate hypersonic drives and get the hell out of this sandy hell hole! 0600 Hours, Conquistador rushes at hypersonic speeds towards the north leaving the operational area and soon the country. |
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jun 4, 2015 6:27:24 GMT
0530 Hours - Operation: Striking Asp - Cargo 5 Kilometers from Rendezvous PointIt was a grueling, having the centurion tanks try to pound the artillery into the ground, but they had eventually been pushed back by the enemy and were being pushed back to the city. It was carnage, and their warlord wasn't doing anything about it."We can't hold them!" and, "we have to surrender!" were some of the words heard by the partisans. They hadn't signed up to die. They had signed up to make a difference, to support a minority that was troubled. They knew the consequences, but they were beginning to loose hope."No! We have to hold them back! The Warlord will come to our aide, I know it!" spoke one of the Partisans. It was then that the Conquistador, which had been circling overhead, providing minor fire support, came through for the partisans. The Conquistador moved to the north before drawing a line in the sand, daring the Chinese soldiers to cross.And for the first time since the start of the operation, they heard their warlord's cold, methodical voice."A tunnel has been built about a kilometer away from your positions. If you can reach it before the Chinese close in on you, then you may live to fight another day. If you are captured, however, you are ordered to "take your medicine." Follow the centurions, and you may live to see another day."In that instant, GLA partisans began their retreat, following the centurions. There were only a few technicals left for the retreat, and those that got into them started driving towards the tunnel network. However, those that did not were either gunned down or incapacitated by the Chinese soldiers. However, the centurions and two of the technicals escaped into the tunnel, and out of sight. Immediately, the worker present at the tunnel began to drag out a demo trap in order to destroy the tunnel's entrance before the Chinese could get to it. After setting up the explosive in front of the tunnel's entrance, the worker immediately ran back inside and climbed down the ladder before detonating the trap, causing it to explode. Two centurions and about six to eight partisans escaped out of over fifty or so soldiers and five tanks.0545 Hours - Operation: Striking Asp - Cargo 5 Kilometers from Rendezvous Point"Fire!" soon, another RPG whizzed past the helicopters before another shot was fired, destroying the technical and the convoy's only chance for protection.
"God damn it! We need to shake those copters!"
"You don't think I already know that?!" Muhamad screamed at his associate.
"Look, I don't know about you, but I'm not ready to die because I failed our Warlord!" Immediately, Muhamad pushed the driver out of the way and got behind the wheel himself before looking to see a barricade.
"Oh shit..." he said to himself, and before he realized to it, he was barreling towards it. Immediately, he slammed his feet on the breaks, and the truck began to lurch as it struggled to stop due to the momentum of its speed.
Soon, vehicle lurched to a stop a a quarter of a kilometer away from the barricade, and the other Liquidators' eyes widened in terror. However, before any of them could begin to formulate a plan, their walkie-talkies flared to life with the sounds of the Gaboon Viper's voice.
"Your GPS signal tells me you've stopped five kilometers from rendezvous. What are you doing?!" He sounded furious at the fact that they had stopped dead cold. Muhamad reluctantly took up his walkie-talkie and began talking.
"Forgive me Warlord Omar...we've encountered a barricade. They've stopped us dead cold." after saying this, there was a long silence before the warlord spoke again.
"I'll send our benefactor to your location to get rid of it. You had better arrive at the rendezvous with those materials, or I will personally kill you." Muhamad immediately gulped and nodded before saying a quick "yes sir." Afterwards, he looked ahead to see the Egyptian military personnel preparing to try and reason with them for the truck and its precious cargo.
Two Minutes LaterMuhamad's stalling for time was beginning to wear off, and now military personnel were coming to apprehend the truck. However, knowing his time, he knew that he had stalled for just enough, and he looked up to see their benefactor's craft fly across the sky. The aircraft moved fast enough to cause a great amount of turbulence for the helis nearby, and they started looking for an area to stabilize. However, before the Egyptians could figure out what had happened, the Conquistador opened fire upon the blockade. The sudden flashes of light caused Muhamad to cover his eyes from the fires that erupted. Only a few seconds after the sounds had died down, excluding the screams of the injured, a sight to what could be described as a portal to hell was seen. Vehicles burned from the inside out, craters were scattered across the area, and the bodies of the dead littered the ground. The blockade had been destroyed, but the road was damaged. Muhamad turned to his comrades before deciding that they would try to break through the burning road and pass the devastated road. He got behind the road and immediately pounded down upon the gas pedal. Immediately, the tires began skidding on the road, but they eventually gripped and the truck began to gain speed as it sped towards where the barricade once was. Muhamad held the wheel tightly and closed his eyes to prepare for the worst, until he was thrown forward by the impact of crashing into the burning wreckages and driving over craters in the road. However, despite the damage, the truck made it through and began its last five kilometers to the rendezvous. Although this operation was difficult and cost more than it could have, it was completed, and that's all the Warlord cared for. |
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Post by Huan Fan on Jun 6, 2015 2:56:47 GMT
Fan's assault was furious. With the GLA falling back and crumbling and two companies in reserve, the battle was hers. Every single terrorist here was dead to rights. Those in technicals that could escape her grasp would be summarily slaughtered by Han gunships. Those that surrendered would be shown a cautious mercy.
As her company attacked north, she eagerly ordered First Platoon to have the honor of storming an area being rapidly evacuated by the GLA. If first platoon would remember their training, a Centurion would be killed as well, a mark for the platoon and company's record.
Overall while rocky this operation had been clean. She was pleased her troops obeyed her commands, and that her commands had kept casualties light.
With a smirk, she stood triumphant, like an emperor supervising the final moments before victory.
And then, a terrible noise. A death-rattle from the heavens, groaning as sunlight emerged beyond the dunes. It was unmistakeable, yet Fan remained in shock.
A line was drawn between GLA and Chinese forces, a line formed by powerful armor piercing cannon and heavy Gatling gun. Yet this was no simple Chinese Gatling rotary system; it sped up too quickly, the rounds fired too fast, and at too large a caliber. She remembered it well.
Fan watched first platoon die. Each soldier was shredded with cruel weapons meant to annihilate armored columns. The fire was not accurate but it did not need to be. Limbs, organs, gore, and terrible blood was washed across the sand.
Fan slowly looked up into the cloudy, still somewhat dark sky, and watched the heavens flash violently in anger.
In a moment, a perfect operation was dashed. Fan was not stupid; this was a total mission failure. This asset the GLA had was more powerful than any weapon system in either of her regiments armories, assuming she could have even summoned the full might of them.
She gestured, silently for a radio, and to all her units reported: "Fall back into the city. Disengage hostiles. Avoid lines of fire, and disperse along wide paths to avoid clustering. East company will occupy Inshas, west company, do your best to enter the city. Once you are in, seek shelter and stay off the streets. Await my orders to disengage. You are not to fire on civilians without being first fired upon. To any PLA vehicle commanders in the area, your vehicles must be immobilized and disabled, and then abandoned. Move to evac points and await further communications. To all paradrop coordination teams, call off all further reinforcement and go to ground. This is a code black mission alert. Combat operations are to be scuttled at this time."
Satisfied, Fan spat and with-held a curse. She would not allow this new asset to annihilate three companies of PLA ground forces because of a half dozen GLA wanted to escape.
In all honesty it was unfair. The PLA had no way of taking that thing- whatever it was, out. Before Fan had been deployed to this battlefield the entire affair was decided. The GLA would have their nuclear weaponry. An entire platoon would be cut down for no reason; likely much more if this GLA aerial asset felt cruel.
A complete failure, then. a reversal of her performance in Somalia, and a dishonor to the peoples Liberation Army and China.
If Fan cared, she would morn the loss of her career, and likely her command; however, Fan felt instead a deep sense of shame and failure. She had let down her country, and her soldiers, and she could not bear to look into any of their eyes as they rushed with her to the city near Inshas.
But more than that... a five year old girls voice shouted in her mind "THEY WILL DO IT AGAIN! THEY WILL DO IT AGAIN!" Yes, she thought, in reply. "The GLA will once again bathe a city in nuclear fire."
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0600 Hours, somewhere in a city near Inshas, Egypt. Basement of the Al-Aquaba residence.
Fan sat next to a stone faced PLA communications officer. His eyes glimmered in the relative dark of this basement, as did the brilliant sheen on the radio reciever he held in front of Fan.
It was an unspoken order. Someone needed to announce what happened here to the Peoples Liberation Army's high command, and that person was Fan. It was debatable if she would get away with anything less than a court martial. Perhaps even a military execution by firing squad, should the stolen nuclear materials result in another attack on Chinese soil.
With quivering hands, Fan took the receiver and nodded at the communications officer.
"This is Lt. Colonel Huan Fan, Peoples Liberation Army Ground Forces, acting commanding officer of elements of the 25th and 26th regiments, out of Sudan. I regret to inform you, sirs, of a complete mission failure for the Peoples Liberation Army, along with casualties in excess of fifty five lives at last count. Assets are presently garrisoned within the Inshas facility and the city proper. All GLA assets have fled the field. All objectives failed. Requesting extraction for the men. I take full responsibility."
Fan hung up, knowing the PLA would require time to mull this over. The officer nodded coldly at her, stood up, offered a slow salute, and walked up the stairs, leaving his equipment where it would be needed: near Fan.
Fan sighed, and recalled a bit of european history: The romans, in some ways counterparts to the Chinese Han dynasty in terms of impact, would fall upon their swords in times of failure, to retain their honor. Drawing a simple bayonet from Fan's boot she regarded its shimmer in this darkness, and became depressed at the realization that the blade was not nearly long enough to achieve the same effect.
Very well then. Fan would retain her posture, even in defeat. If nothing else the PLA, and more importantly, the new honorable chairman Wu, had to be informed. She was sure of it:
A United States Spectre Gunship, or something very, very similar to it, had annihilated first platoon. In order to honor their spirits and the spirits of their ancestors, this truth, recorded in video, audio, eye witness and physical proof, would be brought to bear. Fan realized instantly the kind of implications that report would raise. Fan also realized that if she did not compose it, she would either lose her mind or commit suicide within two weeks.
Inshas would be remembered from this day forward, as the the day the PLA failed, and America spat upon the notion of peace.
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jun 6, 2015 3:37:21 GMT
[OOC: A victory for the Global Liberation Army, this post is good for closing.]
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Post by The Warzone on Jun 6, 2015 4:04:13 GMT
An announcement has to be made by both winning and losing generals.
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