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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Jan 6, 2016 14:38:16 GMT
Januari 6th 2047
05:00 Local Time
 Strike Target: Port of Mombassa; Kenya; GLA Main-/Homeland
Objective: Raid on a GLA port;Stealing Battleships
based on this system: rotrwarzone.boards.net/post/3737
Target: GLA;
Homeland
Sort of Strike attack: Illegal and/or criminal related
To blame: China
5th dice (6) does not work out. We got a ‘to blame faction’
Area to Strike: Asia/East Middle East/Oceania. Does not work out; Homeland!
Approach: Sea
Opening Lucky-factor: 5. Pretty good.
Local Intel for the defenders: 2. Pretty bad
Strength of the strike group: 1. Very weak.  05:00As the 4 stolen local fishing boats were moving slowly towards the ports of Mombassa, the visible deck crew were busy to clean up the fishing nets. In order to not draw any attention of patrolling GLA navy units. They were lucky. From this angle of approach, there were merely none GLA ships. Only 1. As one of the fishing boats slowly passes it, a scuba diver was deployed. The diver makes his way under water to the ship along with a steel chain to sabotage the propeller. Winding the chain around the propeller, so when the ship decides to move, it will destroy the propeller, unable to move at all. While the diver is doing his shenanigans under water, a GLA Guard on board of that specific boat noticed the fishing boat very close to his ship. Armed with a semi-automatic rifle he bends over and starts yelling: “Durka Bakalaka Durka Durka. What are you doing here?" speaking in their native language.  (OOC: Couldn't resist it  )The skipper of that fishing boat slowly and submissive came on the deck facing this armed guard. While being aimed, the skipper slowly and carefully choses its word: “Salaam Aleikum. I just have bad luck. My boat engine.. it just stopped. Haka msercha, my staff are fixing it. Small malfunction. Very sorry” The skipper replied in the native language. “Ooh, Hakasjuppe shupo. Make haste. Move on! Durka!” the guard said. As the fisherman’s crew attempt to ‘repair’ the engine, the diver returns from its shenanigans. Only attaching himself to the boat, the skipper started the engine. “Sdoed Vlakka Sdoed. It works. May Allah smile upon you” the skipper greets the guard as the boat slowly moves on. After a couple of 100 metres they pulled up the scuba diver. “it’s done. If that boat will try to follow us, chasing us when we escape, the propeller will be destroyed.” 05:30The fishing boats are slowly nearing the port of Mombassa. While maintaining contact by walkie talkie before docking, they scout with binoculars the docks. “Several GLA movement spotted. More likely guards and personal working on these docks. Also a few Rebels and at least 2 Technicals. But that’s all we can see from this site. Our view is very limited due obstacles and structures on the docks sir.” one of the crewmembers reported.  “Okay, this is how we do it. We will dock on the right side. Between those boats over there. Try to hide them between civilian boats in order to stay hidden for as long as we can. Boat 1 & 2, take dock C2. Boat 3 & 4, take D1. The GLA Battleships are across this terrain. This side is more for fishing and trading. However, we don’t know anything of those warehouses. It could be a good place to seek cover. We need to sneak across this terrain, to those docked Battleships. Total distance: approximately 300 metres. Understand?” The raid leader orders by radio the teams. “Aye sir!” 05:45The boats slowly moves to the docks themselves. While the forged Chinese/GAPA documents are left behind in the boats, are some members, disguised as fishing crewmembers, jumping of the boats and tie them up. Others jumped of and pick up small hand-carts to unload the supplies, covered with fishing nets. Some others are moving more to the docks itself, to the first smaller warehouses. “These warehouses are clear, but be careful. GLA patrols are incoming from the west!”  “Quickly. Move on. Make it to that warehouse. We need to find cover!” the raid leader orders. The raid-members jumping out of the boats, and moving with the equipment to the warehouses. The last few of them however were not in time. While the Rebels move into them, shouting: “Ghomola di shama. Ghomola di shama! Warchy! Ghomola di shama!!” “Guess we are fucked now”, one of the raid members states, lacking the ability to speak in the native language. “It’s party time.” And the raid members pulled their assault rifles from under the last cart and start shooting those 3 rebels. A small opening skirmish occurred… (OOC: Omar Al-Ghazi , I didn't find any usefull pictures of a dock, topview. So I guess we need to imagine this scenario Second: this is from the my sub-faction. Nothing ECA related)
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jan 10, 2016 4:41:19 GMT
The trio of guards took immediate cover, firing their weapons at the unknown enemy. "Sadam! Go and raise the alarm!" one yelled, while the soldier nodded and turned to run to the loudspeaker towers nearby.  The militant then hit a button on the tower, resulting in the high-pitched scream of the loudspeakers. It would attract patrols as far as the eye could see, and if things went from bad to worse, the military itself would get involved. "Die infidel!!!" "Durka, durka, jihad, jihad!" (Let's fight fire with fire, David-san. ) The sound of the speakers drowned their voices, but they didn't care as they opened fire on the group, only to get shot down after an unlucky break of cover. As the group began to collect themselves, technicals drove around the corner and automatic fire ensued. Uzis shot out windows, heavy machine guns threw up dust, and AK-74s disassembled cover. As the smoke cleared, however, the group of infidels were gone. "God d@mn it! Sh!t! F#$k! Find them!" Militants immediately dropped out of their vehicles and began searching for the group, weapons drawn and ready for battle. "Sir? Do we tell George?" The driver of one of the technicals froze as he turned to his compatriot. "No! If we tell George, we'll have tanks in the streets! Just find them, kill them, and then dump their bodies in the sewer. George'll never notice," he said as his compatriot stepped out, AK-74 and Molotovs in hand.  |
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Jan 10, 2016 11:59:34 GMT
The majority of the group made haste to sneak through this warehouse, and they successfully managed to make it further away from their docking grounds. They decided to not just run the shortest way, but rather take a path that’s a little longer, hoping to avoid any warned militants. This is around 60% of the total raid party. While the last small group forced to fight the patrol, with bullets flying everywhere, the raiders took several causalities. More of them were heavily injured, others just died within seconds. This group tried to find cover behind some crates. “Facking hell. Deal with them!” They shouted to the warehouse were some of them knocked out windows and starting to shoot back at the "Durka durka Jihad" yelling militants. “Quickly, now is our chance! Run run run!!”  While the remaining of this party regrouped in the warehouse, quickly patching up what they could do, they decided to take the risky path of going through the middle. They did want to give the other bigger group a fair chance. But then one of them spotted: “GLA Technical at 5 o’clock!!” “Quickly, fire at that pile of crates. Let him not get near us. We need to get the hell out of this warehouse NOW!” and one of them took their M72A2 LAW unguided rocket launcher and fired on the pile, causing it to fall down, in distortion and panic. It worked. That first technical couldn’t get closer for now. Giving them the needed amount of time to sneak out of this warehouse from one of the side doors.  This group carefully slipping out of the warehouse between several civilian trucks, crates, containers and other obstacles. “What are they doing?” One of them asked as another tried to watch around the corner. “They are inspecting the warehouse.” He said.. and then watched again, but got noticed. “Oops..” he stated as again some “There they are!” shouting came along their ears. “Okay chaps. Time to run again..” said one of them, leaving a small amount of C4 behind. And the group now make haste to leave that spot, and 15 seconds later a loud BOOM occurred behind them. “That will keep them busy! Come on. That way! To the other side of the port lads!”  ( Omar Al-Ghazi your move haha) |
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Post by GPU Leadership on Jan 10, 2016 15:23:38 GMT
(OOC:Seriously? A south park screenshot? I need to up my bad screenshot game)
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jan 17, 2016 6:34:20 GMT
As the smoke cleared from the various explosions around the area, militants jumped out of their technicals in order to fight against the unknown threat. Whoever was invading this shipyard was heavily armed and was on a clear mission. If George found out of the situation, it would end terribly for those involved. "Durka, durka..." one of the militants whispered into his walkie talkie. "Jihad," (All of the durka is coming in. ) a reply came in, telling the others to move in and flank them. Technicals began to drive in as well, encircling the perimeter and making sure that the invading forces couldn't leave. "We will have their bodies in the water very soon. Tell the forces at Dockyards 04 and 05 to increase patrols and personel!" "Durka, jihad!" a commander spoke in his native tongue. (2 FOR 2! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!) Dockyard 05
Current Ships in Port: GLS (Global Liberation Ship) Deathwatch [Salvaged Destroyer] & GLS Durkadurka [Makeshift Interceptor Carrier] (3 for 3!!!ASOIDFAAIUGIUAFAGGNAF)
 Soldiers ran around, keeping track on the environment around them to make sure that no one entered. Although there were no vehicles, RPGs and long-range snipers stood watch on guard towers.  The ships in port kept their guns trained on the area, and normal workers had been evacuated. They would continue to wait, watching for any signs of movement outside the boundaries of the dockyard. George would never know of any raiding parties, even if it killed them. (OOC: Got too lazy to write any further. I've got too much other shit to write. Don't hate how short it is.) |
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Jan 21, 2016 19:39:03 GMT
“This is Raid leader , come in group 2….” As the raid leader tries to lay communications with the smaller group. He checks up with his own members. “Group 2, come in.. come in group 2…. God damn it" The raid leader curses, but then.. “Hello. Group 2 here, we were under fire. We are somewhere in the middle of this site… we lost a couple of men earlier at the warehouse, and just 2 men. Probably snipers. Pay attention.”  The raid leader looks a little concerned. Snipers? The GLA is better and quicker with their response then he was were hoping for. He grabs his binoculars, and from a little higher ground where he is with the main group, he looks around. Some higher kind of guard towers are occupied by some snipers and other soldiers. Some small discussions occurred between him and some other raid members. “Okay team 2, this is what we are doing. Get to those red containers…. Ooh you are already near it? Good. We estimate that we can make it to Dock 5 without much trouble. Yet you guys will feel the heath. This is how we are going to do.” The raid leader starts his explanation. “Team 2. You need to fight that smaller incoming group of infantry at your left. Then move on. Move to around Dock 4. Try to bottleneck them, after all, Dock 4 is not that interesting. Make obstacles, and keep them busy. We will cover fire from up here. Taking out some snipers from what we can do at this point. Then we will advance over the flank to Dock 5. We expect nearly none on our path, so we can cover you guys. But beware. Dock 5 is also active. It seems that those boats are also aware of our presents. But we need them.” The raid leader keeps on talking while watching through the binoculars  “We will take the heath from the crew around and upon the ships. We will sneak up, and take them over. We will kill them, or capture them. Snipers and rocketeers will asap covering you guys. If the pressure gets too high, pull back to more to Dock 5. Remember, you guys are our buffer. We need some time to hijack those ships! Understood!? Then let’s do this!” The raid leader puts away his radio after confirmation from group 2. Already 1 small explosion near group 2 occurred, unknown from who. GLA snipers keeps on firing to group 2. A few of them died, and the snipers keep on putting more pressure on the raiders. But then some of them got killed by the main group. Sneaking up from the flank, and taking out a few GLA snipers whoever they might spot from that flank, happened.  Group 2 tries to survive the ambushing group. Again losing a few of their own members, the group gets a little thinner again. Quickly trying to sneak up to Dock 4, to make a more bottleneck in case the GLA plan to bring some vehicles. 1 of the members breaks a window of a civilian truck, unlocks the door, and releasing its brakes. A few others pushed the vehicle and it rolled to a pillar at the opposite site of them, at Dock 4. Quickly trying to get hidden several crates, containers or other cover spots while dealing with those pesky GLA soldiers. |
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jan 27, 2016 15:16:02 GMT
"Die infidels! Die!" Insurgents screamed as they flooded the dockyard, trying to kill the intruders. Snipers laid suppressing fire on the intruders, while guards with AK-74s flanked around them. Although their location was known, the ships in port did not open fire. It was a small threat, and technicals would be called in sooner or later to finish off the group.  "This is dockyard 4 to Dockyard 5. Keep your eyes open. We have contact with infidels!" The partisan commanding the guards in the area returned communications with a simple "roger that" before turning to the soldiers on the ships. "Keep these ships safe! There could be more!" As soon as the words were spoken, an explosion at Dockyard 4 occurred. Pieces of a truck flew into the air as fire occurred. "GLS Deathwatch. Take aim at Dockyard 4. We cannot allow them to best us!" The order was given, and the ship began to turn its turrets towards the aforementioned Dockyard. The guards there would die for their cause, and there would be a great amount of collateral damage, but it would be worth it. "GLS Deathwatch, you are clear to engage the pigs," the partisan confirmed. A "roger that" was heard before the destroyer fired. Loud booms were heard as the desperate attempt to rid the dockyard of its intruders was taking place. Buildings fell and explosions were seen. |
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Jan 30, 2016 15:31:37 GMT
The raid members from group 1 expected everything, but not a bombardment strike of the GLA Battleship. “OOH FACK” on of them yelled when they heard the turrets turn. Watching frozen how the cannons are pointed in their direction, they screamed: “Take cover! Save yourself!”  The cannons fired… they could handle the upcoming GLA soldiers, but not these blasts. The raid members of group 1 where thinned out. The survivors of the first barrage scattered out very quickly for what they could do. Taking up contact with themselves and checking up with the incoming GLA reinforcements, they witnessed that they also had suffered from the barrage. “This is group 1 to group 2. Get that Destroyer under control. We lost several men with that barrage. If this continues there will even be no survivors!!” one of the last radio men informed group 2. And they moved up very quickly As they approach dock 5, making sure that the aircraft carrier is not active at this moment, they quickly moved up to the Destroyer. “Quickly we need to overrun them NOW” the raid leader ordered.  “Take the upper deck. I want a couple of CAR-troopers on the flank, and take care about the aircraft carrier if things are moving there. Snipers, on the other. Cover the remains of group 1. 1 squad will go straight to the machine/engine room. You 2, technicians, go with them. make sure the ship is ready to go. You 5, make sure that the ship is no longer wired to the docks itself.” And the leader looks around. “You 10, move to the front section. Clear that out. The rest of you guys, follow me. We are going to the command station. To the bridge. Take out who resist us. Try to take some prisoners. We need a couple of extra hands in order to escape quickly. Leave the walking-plank.. we need to give group 1 the opportunity to escape and get on board. Got it? GO GO GO” As the men stormed up to the Destroyer ship. |
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Jan 31, 2016 20:07:06 GMT
On the GLS Deathwatch:Soldiers on the GLS Deathwatch began immediately firing at the group storming their ship. They desperately hid behind cover, opening fire as they were shot down one by one. Those who were below deck started getting garbled messages stating that the ship had been stormed. "We have to keep them from taking the ship! Start setting explosives, then prepare to defend the ship!" GLA soldiers began following orders immediately and began setting charges, set to a crude heart-rate monitor on the Naval Officer of the ship. If they could not have this salvaged US destroyer, then no one would be allowed to have it. At the Dockyard:
As the smoke cleared from the shots from the destroyer, the remains of the invading group were being surrounded by snipers, and rudimentary APCs in the form of armored buses were well on their way to the area, loaded with insurgents wielding AK-47s and RPG launchers made from pipes.
"Kill them! Hang their corpses as an example!" the driver one one screamed as he slammed on the breaks and skid across the dockyard, weapons opening fire from the fireports, eliminating any form of cover aside from the buildings that were still standing. RPGs took out vehicles and building remains and smoke filled the area.
"Find them! Move out!" The bus doors opened and insurgents rolled out, weapons in hand and ready to fire. They began flanking around the dockyard area, trying to flush out the remaining intruders. However, the Partisan in charge of the entire affair stayed back from the dockyard. He felt that he needed to alert the higher ups of the situation.
"Walkie Talkie. Now," he ordered a GLA sniper, who immediately handed him the requested device. He turned it to the specific channel of the region's sector controller: George, and began speaking.
"George. It's Asha. We have a problem at Mombasa."
(OOC: Uninspired, lazy, etc.)
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Mar 2, 2016 12:26:35 GMT
(OOC: Omar Al-Ghazi my deepest apology that this took me so long. It’s a combination of private matters, and on certain moments I just forgot this battle.) “Foreman! We spotted a couple of armoured busses! They got some backup incoming..” The spotter mentioned to the raid leader before entering the ship itself. “Damn. Snipers! Cover team 1!! Do it! The rest of you: Get your asses in position. Move like the devil is about to catch you!” The Raid Leader shouted. Several smaller groups entered the ships by various doors. Hurrying up or down the ladders to their ordered destinations, yet suddenly… BOOM. One man triggered the hidden booby-trap that some scumbag left behind. The smaller explosion was heard over the entire ship “What was that??”  “This is Berghart. Rayman is dead. It seems that there are explosives hidden! Keep your eyes open!” one of them stated through the radio. The Raid Leader cursed. There was only little time, perhaps they are even planning to sacrifice the ship, and all of this was for nothing!  “Team 1. Keep those forces on a distance. Snipers are covering you. Keep your numbers thin, spread out! 5 minutes and then retreat to the ship! All sub teams from group 2: Move faster, but spread out. Watch out for explosives and booby-traps. Hurry, they may plan to sabotage the ship or even blow it up! Fear no violence. If needed, beat them up to gain information about the explosive locations. Do whatever is necessary! Foreman out!” the Raid Leader stated once more through the radio. “Hurry, to the bridge! We need to start the engines and prepare to float away at once..” And they hurry up into the ship, to the bridge, killing who are on their path.  Through the ship smaller fights broke out between the GLA sailors and staff, and the raid members. Gun fires and shouting instructions were the main source of noise. Meanwhile on the dock, one of the busses got hit by a CAR-trooper. But the situation on the dock itself is worse than estimated. The remains of group 1 are falling more and more back to the ship thanks to the oppression of the GLA reinforcements |
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Mar 4, 2016 3:58:07 GMT
On the GLS Deathwatch"Die infidel!" A GLA soldier in the bowels of the ship opened fire on the group that had been coming the way of the main bridge. The enemy had gone behind cover, and soldiers were outside trying to corner them. However, reinforcements were on the way to assist them in the endeavor against the raiders. Kalashnikov-armed militants began surrounding the enemy, RPGs destroying the vantage points that had been opened by the raiding snipers. However, despite everything, the captain of the GLS Deathwatch waited on the bridge of his ship, the detonator that required him to continuously apply pressure to it to keep the explosives from going off in his hand. As he looked around, he saw the soldiers had come in, weapons trained on him. The captain smirked to the group that had surrounded him and showed the detonator. "Shoot, and the ship is scuttled, turned to cinder!" (OOC: Too lazy. Want to see how they deal with this situation before I bring in the reinforcements that George has sent.)
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Mar 6, 2016 19:41:31 GMT
(OOC: notification Omar Al-Ghazi) The remains of Group 1 are falling more back to the ship. The situation on the docks were ugly. The upcoming GLA units are forcing their way through the debris and obstacles. Heavily thinned out, they stick with guerrilla tactics in order to confuse those GLA soldiers as hard as they can.  Meanwhile, one of the groups got to Turret 1. With a heavy fight they pushed the sailors away from their stations. “It seems as they just reloaded this turret. Inform the Raid Leader. Turret 3 may also be loaded, since Turret 2 is most likely damaged by that explosive!” Meanwhile on deck and on other parts of the ships, the fights remain. With small hits and loses on both sides it was hard for the raiders to gain more terrain. Also, with the fear of booby-traps, their tempo was as good as gone. The raiders slowly moved into the ship on various spots, checking for explosives. CAR-troopers were on the side of the ship. Some are covering Group 1. A few others launched several rockets to the aircraft carrier. Causing distraction and panic. Radio commands flew over the channels of the raiding party, informing each other’s on movements. Meanwhile at the bridge..The Raid Leader stepped almost in the bridge while overhearing the conversation between some of his own members and the Captain of the GLS Deathwatch. At a certain point he also got informed by radio(earpiece) about certain movements.  “Sir, Turret 1 is ours. We believe that Turret 2 is disabled/destroyed.” “Good. Can we use it?” “Yes sir, it is loaded and ready to fire.” “Excellent. Wait for my command. Any progress on Turret 3?” and a different voice replied. “Lachmon here, we are struggling against the crewmembers at Turret 3. They are giving quite a fight” “Do what’s necessary. Fear no violence, as they neither do..” the Raid Leader replied. He was quickly thinking about the situation. “Any word on the explosives?” “No sir, we haven’t found them” “Damn…” The Raid Leader leans a little around the corner. He sees the captain with the detonator. Quickly scanning the room and then he leans back. “Tell them to stall. Keep him busy, we need more time. Try to bribe him and/or gain his trust. If he is worthy.. he could work with us in other raids.” And a soldier nodded, walking in the room and whispering the message to his comrades there. “This is the Raid Leader. I need some smaller explosions on the deck, and a few gun-holes in the windows of the bridge. Do not hit anyone. We need this for psychologic advantage”  In the main control room of the bridge…The soldier-spokesman tried to calm the captain down. “Think of it. You really want to sacrifice the ship and its crew? For what? For a leader who uses fear to remain in power? Think about it. And yes I believe you are smarter than this..” and he nods to the detonator. A smaller explosion occurred on deck, caused by a grenade. “Our men are fighting. This is useless. And we want to end this situation peacefully. What is it what you want?” The soldier asks while the small group came a little more in the room, closer to the captain. “Do you wish for a better life? More wealth? Money?... or perhaps.. a more trustworthy organisation? A new boss, better payments…” The soldier moved once more closer to the captain. “Look at that.. our men fighting. And ooh.. reinforcements. Things are starting to get ugly. You truly believe those reinforcements are only against us? Or isn’t it also because the men who were responsible of this port and ships failed their masters? Do you honest think, that even if we got defeated, you are all walking free?” the soldier looked again to the captain. “You are wiser then this…. Watch it!” and he and the others ducks while some bullets were shot through the window…..  |
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Mar 7, 2016 5:01:44 GMT
"Storm the ship! They cannot escape!" one of the militants ordered many GLA soldiers to begin boarding the GLS Deathwatch and begin hunting down the remains of the raiders. Through the halls, they stalked as they had begun to hunt down the remains of Group 1. Rounds were fired, and explosives were triggered in order to flush them out.  "You do not understand what we fight for! Our leader cares for us, and must make sacrifices when he deems it necessary!" the man with the detonator stated. "If you come one step closer, with any of your infidels, I will kill us all! Then Omar will have your tainted souls as well as the millions of others who had to die!" The captain held up the detonator, threatening to release the pressure pad. |
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Mar 7, 2016 10:44:06 GMT
The raid members on board of the ship radioed for more backup. And several smaller groups came out of the ship itself to fight on the docks. “Group 1. Last chance. Get to the ship NOW! That’s an order!” With this sudden surprise supressing fire they manage to push the GLA reinforcements back. CAR-troopers quickly took their opportunity and shoot rockets across the near docks. “SANDMONKEYS! Burn in hell!”  “Hoist the anchors. Cut the ropes. Prepare to sail away! Go go go!” the orders were shouted through the radio. Meanwhile the fight at Turret 3 continued. The Raid Members decide to use more drastically methods, causing the GLA sailors to either die or fall back. The first grenade didn’t explode or the second one was already tossed. Then with a surprise rush they gained control of the Turret, but with still heavy fights around it. The sailors still didn’t gave up. “Sir, this turret is also loaded.” They informed the Raid Leader. “Aim Turret 1 to the docks. As close as possible. Separate shots, with a window of around 2 minutes between each round. This way we buy more time from those reinforcements! Turret 3. Hold your ground. Aim 10 degrees to the left and wait my command.” The Raid Leader orders. Meanwhile in the Bridge… While the explosions continued, the soldiers were tossed on the ground for cover. The nervous captain barely stood on his feet and the raid members came back on theirs. Some of them made small talks within their native languages. They nodded and the spokesmen once more focussed on the stressed captain. “Work for us. Look at the docks, do you honestly think that Omar will care about this? He is being held in The Hague. And these commanders here want to prove their point. They don’t care about some casualties. They even may choose their own way.” And with the next explosion they took their opportunity. With 3 men they jumped on the captain while one of them grabs the detonator and the hand of the captain to make sure he doesn’t release the button. “Kill him! That son of a bitch! Brainwashed idiot!” and a few shots made an end to the captains life. “Be careful with that detonator!” and the other soldiers with the raid leader came in the bridge control room.  The Raid Leader took control. “Start the engines. Let Turret 1 fire the first round over 1 minute! Give the last call to our brothers to catch this boat. Make sure Turret 3 is ready. I got a nasty surprise for the terrorist breeding sandmonkeys…” The engines started while smaller skirmishes still weren’t done on board. While the last members quickly stepped on board, the gangway/plank were hoist up. “Turret 1, Round 1, ready sir!” “Excellent… FIRE! Cover our escape!”  |
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Mar 7, 2016 14:20:16 GMT
The shots rung out across the port as GLA soldiers ducked and took cover behind various objects, hoping to block themselves from the shells. RPG-wielding militants opened fire against the ship as it began to leave port  "Do not let them escape! Sink that destroyer!" One yelled, as others followed suit. Explosions rang throughout the ship as they desperately tried to shoot it down. Those aboard the GLS Deathwatch could only start making their way to the main deck, beginning to shoot down those who opposed them. "Quickly, we need to scuttle this! You five, down to the lowest decks!" Five of the militants began heading down to the lowest decks, while the rest began heading to the main deck to try and kill the raiders before they left port. Several broke off from the main group to start detonating explosives as well, trying to scuttle this ship before it left the harbor. They had no choice. "Freeze, infidels!" The militants barged in and pointed their weapons at the raiding party. "Hands up, now!" |
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