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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Mar 20, 2016 16:36:45 GMT
March 15th 2047
05:00 Local Time
Strike Target: Lebanon; ECA.
ECA allied country (semi-member)
Objective: Prison Raid.
Obtain new ‘soldiers’
 Target: ECA Allied Countries Sort of strike attack: Prison Raid To Blame: GLA (to blame = GLA. This dice is not needed) Area to strike: Europe/Africa/West Russia/West Middle East Approach: Sea Openings Luck Factor: 3 (about average) Local Intel for the defenders: 4 (ECA is aware of the incoming ship) Strength of the strike group: 5 (pretty strong)  05:00A small somewhat cargo ship thing floats over the Mediterranean Sea, under the colours of Libya. It made somewhat a sad impression. The ship itself did need a paintjob, and the crew and people on deck were dressed as homeless people. Still, some of them are carrying weapons. The course that the ship was following was surprisingly. Not from the African shores to Europe, but to the east side of the Sea. Heading for Israel/Lebanon areas. The people on board had the majority of the weapons hidden in boxers, suitcases and hiding spots on the ship itself. They weren’t unseen. The ECA vessels were very active on the Mediterranean Sea, making this mission harder than they were hoping for. After all, it was key that they reached the shores of their destination. On the middle of the water, they had nowhere to run for. While smaller vessels and helicopters made their movements, thus far the Libyan ship wasn’t being inspected or anything else. So to say, they were lucky… for as long as it lasts.  06:00
While the journey continued, the captain of the ship itself was calculating how long the trip would last. About half an hour – hour, despite on how fast things would go. Yet the radio started to receive a message: “This is The Ringleader. Come in Drunkin’ Horse.” And the captain curiously grabs the microphone and switches to the channel. “Drunkin’ Horse stand-by. What is it Ringleader?” and the radio answered: “The Ducks are aware of the escaped Horse of the Stable. The Ducks called in help from the Birds as well. Look out for them. Ringleader out.”  The captain look worried. He understood this code language. Somehow, the ECA are aware of a questionable ship that came from Africa (Stable). The ECA navy and helicopters (ducks and birds) are seeking this ship… THIS ship. And the captain cursed. “Crewmembers. Ducks and birds got word from the Stable-keeper. This meat is bad for our health. Prepare a different meal” the captain shouted through the microphone, this time the entire ship only could hear this message. (OOC: since I am involved with this, either Jürgen Adler or @gojiraalt should participate. It's not needed as in person, but more to take over/place of the defensive side)
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Post by Jürgen Adler on Mar 23, 2016 22:16:09 GMT
Jürgen had recieved a phone call from one of the soldiers in the lebanon area.
"Ja....Ja.....Ja....Ich werde einigen männern über ebenso schnell senden, wie ich kann. [I'll send some men over as quick as I can]." He replied before he drains his bottle of Heineken. This did not go well as he soon set down and redailed to a different location.
"Senden sie ihnen darin. Lassen sie uns diesen bastarden die wege des krieges zeigen. [Send them in. Let us show these bastards the ways of war.]" He stated.
"Ja Kommandant. [Yes Commander]" Was the only response given.
*fifteen minutes later*
Lights flicker on in an undisclosed facility within the frosty tundra of Greenland. Mechanical Whirring can be heard by anyone inside the facility room. With the room looking like a personal armory without weapons or armor, few people without reason to go in would not. within moments, the doorknob turns to open the automatic door before clanking open like a monster opening its maw to reveal a muscular brute of a man. Close up, the man looks to be smoking a pipe, looking into the room before heading in.
It is revealed that this man was not ordinary. No civilian clothing, but a suit and tie with badges of honor ranging from combat prowess, to surviving the horrors of war, to showing honor even on death's doorstep.
Soon enough, the door closes, leaving the man alone in the room as he gets to the middle, taking off his top to reveal a battle-scarred, athletic man in his early thirties. At that moment, he stepped into the area to put his feet in as the machines soon began to work, putting the puzzle-pieces where they belong on his body, exoskeletal frame first before putting on the armor.
A gravelly deep voice soon spoke on the intercom to the man.
"Commander Gabriel Borealis, awarded with the following: The Cross of honor, Combat Action Medal of the Bundeswehr, The Iron Cross, the German Armed Forces Deployment Medal, first class Wound Badge, and Order of Merit of the Federal Republic of Germany. Today, the Supreme Commander of Europe requests that you serve in battle once more. Should you accept, your new suit will be your newest badge of honor."
The Commander thought for a moment as the machines continued to slowly put together his combat suit, with a screen showing who he was and the awards he had been given. Before long, screen turned to the man whom had spoken to him, to which the commander nodded. As soon a the suit was put together, he was given a shield, a blade, a Heckler and Koch Fabarm FP6 shotgun, and an MP7 submachine gun. This time, he was no ordinary footsoldier of war, nor was a decorated war hero like Frank Jaeger. No, this time, he was something more: Faster, stronger, tougher.
This time, after putting his pipe away, he had become a Teutonic Knight.
Moments had passed as he was directed to to military transport plane carrying other men in similiar armor, suits of armor, with other transport planes flanking it carrying other rank-and-file foot soldiers. As the plane travelled, he took out a cigar and lit up before smoking that as well. A female voice spoke on the intercom in the plane to the passengers in the bay.
"Knights, prepare for the drop."
The plan landed near the field, allowing the doors to open safely. Each of the knights stepped out and looked to the field and breathed in the air.
"Hell....it's about time." He stated before spitting out the cigar, travelling to the breifing area.
"Here is how it is going to go. The foot soldiers that flanked us will be fighting against some jihadists headed to Lebanon to block them from getting what they want. I don't know what they're up to, but quite frankly, I don't give a damn. We are here to help inspire the men to fight harder than they have before. If we must, we will fight unto the last man. Any that shoot us will be shot back, but only pull our fire-arms if we must. Am I understood?
"Yes sir!" The templars stated.
"Then let's move out." He replied, closing his helmet. to get to his post.
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Apr 9, 2016 18:24:04 GMT
(OOC: Jürgen Adler, and we will continue this event as well  ) The men on the ship were nervous. When or where did the ECA find them? So far they are in luck. They prepared their weapons down in the storage room of the ship. On deck, the sailors kept their weapons at close. The captain of the vessel and his navigator were busy to avoid any military ships or aircraft. The ECA presence in this region were hard to dodge. For sure, the captain thought that 1 or 2 Radar Copters detected his ship. Yet there were no communications from whomever around these waters. The captain sighed. He would be glad if he delivers this shipload at Lebanon.  However, the head of the landing party wasn’t that hopeful. Even if there wasn’t any naval activity, doesn’t mean the ECA is aware of them. Even his minions from Libya informed them. The ECA would be foolish not to do something against them. No, if it wasn’t on the water.. then perhaps on land. Is it possible they know where they would strike? The ship neared the coastlines of Lebanon. A few AA crewmembers were watching the skies. But nothing showed up. Although the captain and the navigator did their best to dodge patrol boats, they were forced to take a small detour. But they manage to get ashore. They docked somewhere on the north side of the city Beirut. To prevent detection, some crewmembers were busy unloading the ship. Meanwhile some of them sneaked to the nearest parking side. Hijacking and stealing multiple civilian vehicles. They drove them back to the dockside. Quickly they load up their weapons.  Some later, a few stolen busses arrived. But not with all luck. They got discovered, and soon hell brook lose. A few men pulled their rifles and guns and start shooting the police. 1 civilian sedan with a couple of members drove quickly to the centre of Beirut and launched a few CAR-projectiles. Soon the civilian population were in panic. “That’s it. Now they know for sure we are here. We need to make use of this panic to move quickly. We will go in 4 main groups! A few of you keep on continuing with distractions!” The Foremen commanded. “Remember.. FOR THE CAUSE!”  (The 4 groups contain: 1 buss and 2 sedan cars, with the members and weapons. These are splitting up to their destinations. Also, 3 sedans are driving around the centre of Beirut to terrorize the people under GLA colours [to blame: GLA; dicerole]) |
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Post by Jürgen Adler on Apr 10, 2016 10:38:44 GMT
Knight Commander Borealis had gotten to his post pulled out his firearm, checking and double-checking everything to make sure it was in working order. After a bit of time, that's when he realized that standing around wasn't an option. To which, he called all those in heavy duty armor: from Dragon Scale to Marine armor, and began drawing a new plan. "Alright, apparently just standing around isn't going to do anything even with our armor. If we continue our standing defense, we can't call ourselves knights. Not only that, these.....terrorists...will get their hands on what they desire. We. Cannot. Let that. Happen."Therefore, each of us will get into five groups. Each group containing three templars, one hospitaller, and one teuton. Each knight group will be accompanied by a squad of soldiers. The main job of the knights remains the same: Provide a shield-wall, inspire the troops, and fight back when necessary." He stated. "Any questions?" "Whom are we looking for?" one of the young templars asked. "As to whom we're going against, We're looking for those whom are causing trouble. Normally, I wouldn't have a problem with it. But whoever these men are know military tactics and are using the maneuvers of the GLA with other techniques. Essentially, we're looking for those that are armed to the teeth. As to those whom are our allies, we need to find those whom are among the ECA foot soldiers, preferably the FELIN riflemen. As decent as the Panzerfaust rocket troopers are, their rockets will cause more harm than good in terms of unintended causalities." Commander Gabriel replied. "Any more questions?" None of them spoke a word. "Let's move out!" He stated as he put away his weaponry, taking only his combat shotgun out and began moving forwards, accompanied by three templars, and one hospitaller. As he moved, he clicked a button on his helmet, lowering his visor to activate the targeting system. Knight Commander Borealis tuned his radio to one of the felin groups currently getting to position to deal with the jihadists. "Whoever is out there this is Felin Commander Adalie, we need help out here! we're under heavy fire!" The commander stated in one of the radios. Knight Commander Borealis, using a bit of global positioning system in his visor, tracked where the signal was coming from and smiled before speaking. "Felin Commander Adalie, this is Commander Borealis. I'm currently leading a group of four other men headed to your precise location. Maintain current position. If you see some men in dragon scale armor with heavier suits, do not fire upon them, that is myself and my team. Do you copy?" He requested calmly. "Roger that Commander Borealis. I'll send my men into some of the nearby buildings for added protection. Over." "Make sure you do. Over." Knight Commander Borealis then tuned his radio to the other Teutonic Knights and spoke. "Those of you whom have found the location of the felin squads, get their immediately, the rest of you, keep looking!" ( OOC: 5 squads of FELIN Riflemen, 5 per squad, 15 templars, 5 hospitallers, 5 teutons) |
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Apr 11, 2016 11:43:19 GMT
(OOC: MUSIC)
With GLA flags attached to their stolen sedans, the 3 cars that were assigned to bring terror in the centre of Beirut. Yelling things as “Allahu Akbar”, “For the cause”, and “The GLA will be victorious” the cars split from each other. They knew they were responsible to distract the police and any other organisation who attempt to harm their interests. Although these men were committed to this mission, they didn’t knew the Foremen was using them as cannon fodder.  One of these cars stopped in front of some bank building. 2 men stepped outside, grabbed their rocket launchers and randomly shot a few projectiles to the specific building, while a third member hung up a GLA flag to some random street pole. The second car went to a public open market. The men stepped out of the car, and randomly start shooting around. 1 of them carried a couple of explosives, and made his way to some kind of a monument on the square. Quickly he put the explosives in place, set the timer on 15 seconds, started them, and he quickly went back to the car. A little later the bombs went off, causing that the monumental tower-ish thing explode and collapsed.  (OOC: something like that, on the middle of a public market, while under terrorist attacks)“Infidels! 11 o’clock” one of the men shouted on the square. They noticed that backup forces came. The police wasn’t that much of a problem. The cops were still trying to figure out what was going on. Yet these reinforcements contained some European Forces. “Hahaha, you cannot stop us capitalist pigs!” they start yelling while firing upon them (this is before the reinforcements of the Knights arrive)  Meanwhile the main group had troubles making their way to their destination. They forgot that, while there were terrorist activities ongoing in the city, that this would inflict traffic problems. This costs precious time. The Foremen cursed. “Make us a way” he commanded to the main raid members. The 4 groups agreed on the radio…
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Post by Jürgen Adler on Apr 11, 2016 21:22:32 GMT
The knights continued their way through the city block as it soon looked more like rubble and less like a city. The group continued moving at the speed of a T-34 Soviet Tank at a continuous pace. As they continued their path, Knight Commander Gabriel heard sounds from one of the other knight groups. "Commander Gabriel, I'm sorry, I can't find the Felin group you've assigned me to." The third Teuton stated. "Attempt to use the Global Positioning system in your battle-suit, and tune in to a secure military channel. That should help you out son." Gabriel replied as he continued walking through rubble. "Yes sir." As group continued onward still, he stopped and looked to his own knight group. "Do any of you have a horn? A shofar, or blowhorn? Either will do." He asked. One of the templars came up and brought a viking war horn. "I've this: a viking warhorn." "Good, use it." "Won't it give away our position?" "It will, ye, but it would give us, and our felin brethren a distinct advantage in battle. Such instruments haven't been used in a long time. What better way to reintroduce it than in battle?" He explained. It took the templar some time, but he realized it and smiled, keeping a hold of it. *** The Felin Commander looked to her men with ner despair-turned zealotry. "Let's move it! We've got reinforcements coming for us in the form of walking tanks! We need to get inside a building and use its cover to our advantage, now!" She shouted. "How can we? We're pinned down by these rebels!" "Listen to me soldier! If we move, there is a chance we might die, but if we don't that chance goes from we might to we WILL! Now either follow my orders or I will shoot you myself for insubordination!" She shouted once more. The Felin, fearing for his life, soon followed orders and turned to the rest of his brethren. "Felins! Move out and to the nearest building!" To which the Felins eagerly moved out, with bullets trailing them. *** Gabriel put his back to the building and turned to see the group walking towards the building and the rebels shooting at them. After a moment, he turned to the templar, and nodded. It was that signal that the templar nodded and took a deep breath to sound his war-horn. At that moment, Commander Gabriel Angelos soon stepped out in full view, giving the rebels a good look at his armor. (OOC: Just for the sheer epicness of Gabriel stepping out, here is a Godzilla clip) |
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Apr 11, 2016 23:17:29 GMT
“There are they! The infidels! Shoot them!” and the raid members, dressed as terrorists from the GLA, redirect their weapons and focussed fire upon the FELINS. “Kill! Kill! It’s ours for the taken!” slowly they advanced to the garrisoned structure where the European soldiers desperately tried to find cover. “Ahmed, grab some rockets. This should be fun..” Meanwhile, 1 other group successfully undermined the bank front building. A few seconds later they let it blew up into the air, causing allot of debris, smoke, and panic. Quickly they jumped back in their car and decide to drive 2 streets further to continue their rampage.  Then, besides all the panic noises and other explosions further away, this particular group of raiders heard some kind of horn. Looking to each other with a questionable face expression, they tried to find out where that noise is coming from. “You go that way. You, back him up. The 2 of us will continue pinpointing them down..”  While parts of that specific building collapsed, the raiders who are seeking the horn noises on the market were surprised. Some large, in metal kinda dressed soldiers, were standing at the other side of their position. Instead of their lunatic face expression, obviously empowered by a decent load of drugs, their mouths felled open. Without anything to say they just gasp to those.. things. This took only a few seconds, but it felt it was like 1 hour.  One of the raid members grabbed his machine gun and start shooting that.. thing. But it merely did any damage. The bullets just bounced of his armour. The gun silenced.. and all of the terrorists of this particular group just watched to that thing. The front 2 of them, slowly walked backwards, without losing that object out of their eyes. Slowly one of them grabbed a light rocket launcher. Yelling “For the GLA!!” he aimed and fired. Quickly the terrorists ducked for cover while the projectile flew to the armoured soldier..  (OOC: main 4 forces are 15% to their destination) (OOC: PS: yeah I know, many pictures.. but so many details.. :potato ) |
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Post by Jürgen Adler on Apr 12, 2016 1:56:50 GMT
The felins managed to get to the building safely. However, when the terrorists got some rockets, they had an impending feeling that they were done for. That was, until, they heard a war-horn being sounded. The Felin Commmander looked to one member of her squadron and gestured him to look out the window. He nodded and looked to one of them. When he looked down, he saw the armored men and smiled. "Commander Gabriel is here!" "Well thank the Lord for that!" She stated before moving backwards when one of the rockets hit the building. " Everybody get back!" *** Commander Gabriel, who had been in full view of the terrorist, smiled when the small bullet barrage hit his armor, and meagerly doing cosmetic damage to his armored hull before turning off his communication devices, leaving the terrorists incapable of hearing what he had to say. He silently laughed to himself as the barrage continued. He took a moment to use his radio to signal his troops. "Men, get ready for a fight, keep your discipline with you, and make sure to use your helmets in case of head-shots. Use your weapons if you need to as they are attempting to pinpoint your location." He stated. "Roger that sir." One of the templars stated. The bullet barrage continued on him, his armor not even beginning to dent or scratch as he laughed a bit.  When he heard the words "For the GLA", he turned to see one of them using a light rocket launcher. Quickly thinking, he reached around and grabbed his militarized riot shield. he hoped the shield would be the only thing to give out if not stay intact. Despite the explosive payload, the rocket did absolutely nothing. It was then and only then that he turned on the communication systems that would allow him to speak to the outside world whilst he was inside his tank of a suit. (OOC: Only watch up to the :30 mark) Gabriel then smiled before taking out his shotgun and loaded up a high-explosive shot before aiming at the terrorist holding the Missile Launcher. "Guten Tag Ziegenficker (Good day goat f***er)." He spoke in German just before pulling the trigger. (Last of the knights are currently with the felin groups dealing with the other terrorists.) |
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Apr 12, 2016 9:50:00 GMT
 “OOH SHIT!” the terrorists yelled, when the heavy armoured soldier in front of them survived the rocket blast. Now, their face expressions were more likely be feared by this. 2 of them looked to each other, hoping that the other has some kind of plan, but they didn’t. The worst part is, that this soldier wasn’t alone. Soon his fellow squad members stepped next to him. The terrorists swallowed for their last time in fear. The first blast of them killed, no, annihilated the first of them. In panic, the remains of the group start firing randomly, but they got whipped out 1 by 1. They even forgot to warn the raid leader(s). The centre public market square is save for now.  (results: 4 death terrorists, 2 wounded Felins, at least 50 civilians death, 200 wounded by bullets or explosions, 3 monuments destroyed, 2 buildings heavily damaged, 5 buildings medium damage, 20 civilian vehicles destroyed) Meanwhile the group responsible for the explosion at the bankbuilding, now were aiming to take down a school. They ended up at some kind of university. From the outside they start shooting the building, while 1 of them moved inside with a couple explosives. 2 minutes later, this building also suffered from the explosions. They hopped back in the car and drove to some kind of a public transportation hub.  Once more they stepped out, and 2 of them grabbed some rocket launchers. Loading them up, while the others are spray-shooting around, they start firing at random vehicles. Busses, civilian cars, and even the police were suffering from this. “Feel the wrath of the GLA!” The 3th group, were aiming to hit local government structures. Already destroying 1 fire station and a smaller complex of offices whom belonged to the local City Hall, they now are moving to the specific City Hall in common. “Death to the infidel pigs! Free the people! The GLA will liberate them!” they shouted.  They only stopped at a random spot, and shooting down 2 outside café’s, causing more unrest, panic, death and wounded civilians. “Quickly Ali! Hurry, step on it!” and they moved to the City Hall. |
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Post by Jürgen Adler on Apr 12, 2016 10:34:16 GMT
"Bloody hell, what a mess." Knight Commander Gabriel noted after finishing of the last of the terrorists with his submachine gun. His explosive shotgun round made sure to make a rain of blood everywhere. But was done is done as he turned to the hospitaller.
"Check on the Felin squad, if any of them need healing, administer what first aid you can, I'll speak with the Felin Commander." he stated.
The Hospitaller nodded before running into the building with his medical kit, seeing two of the felins with terrible, though thankfully not critical, wounds, and began using the items needed to help bandage them up.
Commander Gabriel walked up behind the Hospitaller and found the Felin Commander. She was shaken, but thankfully, not wounded. After a moment, he clicked a button on the side of his helmet to reveal his weathered face.
"I am Knight Commander Gabriel Borealis. Might you be Felin Commander Adalie?" He asked.
She only nodded to the fearsome commander.
"While I'm mostly sure as to what happened, might I ask what is going on?" He asked.
"I know just about as much as you do Commander Gabriel. We were called in when we were informed to form a blockade to deal with criminals. Well, turns out those criminals looked to be GLA terrorists." She stated, pointing to their clothes.
"So I take it you also know what they are going for?"
She shook her head.
"Your guess is as good as mine, though knowing some of the video games I've played, Your best bet would be to follow the trail of chaos and destruction. Find the trail, you'll find them soon after." She stated.
He nodded. "Thank you."
The Hospitaller was soon finished patching up the second felin before getting up. "Your two wounded shouldn't be on their feet for the next hour or so due to some muscle strain and should get some rest as soon as possible for about two or three days to help their bodies heal. Other than that, they're as good as new." The Hospitaller stated.
The Felin commander nodded.
The teuton soon looked to her. "It would be a good idea to try and clean up the streets of the dead as soon as possible, but you are welcome to join me for the moment." He stated.
She nodded once more.
Knight Commander Gabriel Borealis soon placed a finger near his ear for his radio. "All knights, find and follow the trail of destruction. We don't know what these terrorists want, but whatever it is, as said, I don't care, and it is not good." He stated.
"Roger that Commander Gabriel. We're on our way." one of the other teutons stated.
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The teuton heard the commander through the radio. "Roger that Commander Gabriel, We're on our way." He stated before turning to the rest of his group. "Alright, our orders now are simple, whatever these bastards want, they're leaving a trail of destruction and havoc in their wake. Whatever they're doing, they're quite the ameteurs in warfare. Likely civilians have already died, that's both good and bad. Bad because, well, they were unarmed, good because that's just more to add to the trail. If we can, however, we need at least one of them alive for interrogation!" He explained. "Let's move out!"
His face went from amused to grim in five seconds as he put his visor down, pulling out his automatic pistol/rifle, pointed downwards so that it would be ready to be used quickly before crossing a few alleyways, finding the trail destruction.
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The other knight groups with Felins continued to march on, going at a decently fast pace of thirty three miles an hour. It took them nearly forty five minutes before they heard gunfire and explosions. The teutonic knight stopped for a moment, silently ordering the troops to take up defensive positions as the teutonic night himself turned the corner to face the terrorists, soon drawing his blade at them.
This was the signal for one of the Templars to blow into his shofar, using the Takiah Gedolah sound blast.
(OOC: I'm fine with 60 civilian deaths, but the collateral I'm okay with.)
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Apr 12, 2016 12:04:48 GMT
(OOC: Music!) The car from the terrorists who are heading to the City Hall drove around. Inside, there was a pretty good mood. The guys were singing, while occasionly throwing out an armed handgrenade: (OOC: inspirate by 'jingle bombs' from Ahmed the death terrorist)“We are driving on this road Causing lots of panic as we muss, We aim our weapons straight To the infidels upon us 1 of us strike the market, The other one at random spots We will strike the City Hall With our pride, we must them stall We are the distraction So we shoot around, we like Killing for fun left and right And make ourselves ready for the next strike… OOOHHHH GLA GLA you are mighty friend…. What the fuck is that…”  The sedan slowed down rapidly after hitting the brakes. The raid members inside the car looked outside, as they witnessed some European forces. But that wasn’t their main problem, there were some weird heavy soldiers among them, as it appears.. meanwhile
The terrorist group at the public transportation hub sheered as another vehicle was blown up thanks to an rocket launcher. “There they are! Kill Kill!” They shouted as they focussed fire upon some police officers. “I got this handled,” one of them mentioned after reloading his rocket launcher. He shot, and destroyed successfully a cop car. The law enforcers tried to find cover while fire on the terrorists. One of them got hit, and cursed while falling on the ground. He gasps and tried to fix himself up somehow-ish.  (OOC: imagine that pedestrian overwalk thing, blown up and collapsed)The public transportation hub was merely what it used to be. Some parts where more ruins than the hub it used to be. An pedestrian bridge was collapsing, causing a tremendous sound of destruction. The civilians who were still standing, tried to escape. (OOC: main forces are aprox. 45% to their destination) |
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Post by Jürgen Adler on Apr 12, 2016 12:54:16 GMT
The Teuton looked around to see the devastation of the school, sword gleaming in the light as he surveyed the carnage. In the suit he was screaming his vocal cords out, though on the outside, he continued to view the landscape, soon punching a pillar, causing it to fall under its weight before sheathing it. He turned on his communication systems to speak to his troops.
"We were too late to even get them here." He stated before listening to sounds and explosions happening at the transportation hub.
"But it's not too late to save innocent blood. We head to the transportation hub. Any civilians and police officers there, the templars will evacuate everyone there whilst the hospitaller tends to them. I'll deal with the terrorists." He stated before going back to his thirty three mile an hour stride as the others followed suit.
It took them some time, but they managed to get to the transportation hub. He pointed to one of the templars. "You take the lead in evacuation." He stated, to which the templar nodded and ran to get the civilians and officers out of the area before he pointed to the hospitaller. "You follow the templars." He stated before looking to the Felins. "Help the Templars out."
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The Teutonic Knight that turned to Sedan Was soon subject to being crashed into by the Sedan when the vehicle honked, backed up, and tried to run over the metallic heavy soldier....'twas all for naught as the Teutonic Knight clenched his right fist, and slammed it down onto the cars engine in response, causing the car to be guaranteed never to work again. This merely caused the car to go flying into the air about twenty meters above the knight's head, landing on its rooftop before being back over on its wheels.
The Templars and felins soon surrounded the car with various fire-arms from assault rifles to hand-guns whilst the Teuton walked to the driver's side of the car, and ripped it open, flinging it out of the way, and grabbing the driver by the collar of his shirt.
"I am very close to having a piss-poor day because I haven't had breakfast. When I don't have breakfast, I get grumpy. So should you answer my questions, maybe I'll let you live. However, every time a minute passes where you don't answer a question, one of your friends will be killed, and it will be on your hands." He stated. "So...Where are you headed to, and why are you headed there?"
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Apr 12, 2016 22:54:20 GMT
“Oy, Abdul, check that out! Do you see what I see?” and another GLA disguised raid member looks to the pointed direction. “Oh definitely yes!” he smiled. Both of them were watching at the bus-diesel-storage-facility. “Wonder how that will end…” he sarcastically said, while the others were just still aiming at some cops. He grabs his rocket launcher, aimed, and fired upon it. A giant fireball occurred while the diesel tanks went sky high. An even larger dark thick black cloud emerged from that. Abdul and Habib cheered. “The GLA will be victorious!” They said proudly, before throwing a hand grenade to the fleeing civilians.  ------ The car stopped somewhere in front of a heavy metal packed soldier, as it appears to be. The terrorists looked to him… or ‘it’, as they are calling it. Obviously, this wasn’t a part of their plan. “Shit.. shall I blow it up?” one on the backseat suggested. “Hell no. Let’s see how that tin can would react to a 1,5 ton heavy sedan” the driver replied. He gave a tremendous amount of gas, and released the gears. The car quickly gained speed. With a heavy roaring engine, the group drove to the Knight. Without even making any hesitation, the driver just had a firm look on his face. He steered straight towards the Knight, pedal to the metal. 100 metres, 50, 20 metres, and the driver began yelling, 10 metres, 5.. and then they saw only the fist of the metalled soldier hitting the hood of the car.  With a typical metal collapsing sound effect, the car came with its backside up in the air, while the Knight was pushed a little backwards, but still in the same position. The car toppled to the air, over the Knight, and came a few metres behind it back on the ground, on its roof. It slides some further and the terrorists were wounded by this impact, not sure if it came from the punch of the Knight, or when they hit the ground once more. “Ooh fuck…” one of them said. “What happened?” the other slowly replied. But they heard some footsteps coming closer. Some of them appear to be metal, as they were sure by hearing to the metal ‘clunks’-noises. One of them stopped at the driver’s side. He watched outside, seeing some big metal feet near his head. With a loud metal ‘CRACK’ the door were pulled of by force. Hearing also a more soften ‘smack’ as the door hit the floor once more, the driver was pulled out of his seat. One of the terrorist yelled, not sure whether he was surprised, or feared.  “My head…” the driver said in pain, while some blood came out of it. He tried to rub over it, but he stopped trying it, when he found himself in the hands of this Heavy Soldier. He gasps a little and tried to swallow through his dry neck. Meanwhile, a terrorist from the backseat grabbed the groups radio device. “We are under attack in the centre. .. who?.. soldiers… and huge metal warriors. Freaks!” he quickly shouted through the device. The driver heard the words of the Knight. “I am in pain!” he whined. “Get me a doctor!” but when the grip of the Knight got some tighter, he began to speak: “We were heading to the City Hall. To bring the message!” he stated, trying to buy time.  |
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Post by Jürgen Adler on Apr 13, 2016 5:39:05 GMT
The Teuton soon looked to one of the templars to use his horn once more as he gestured one of the others to start evacuating the living civilians out of the area. As soon as both Templars starting doing what they were ordered, he took out his blade, and emerged from the fires to face the terrorists It was at that time that the templar with the horn blew into it. "If you're with the GLA, then you just came to the wrong neighborhood." The Teuton stated. "Templars! Into positions!" He stated, to which the idle templars soon set up positions around the area, raising their weapons in order to fire back. *** The Teuton looked to the terrorist with the radio, making a subtle gesture to one of the templars to take him out and get the radio. The templar, understanding, immediately took out the terrorist from the sedan, taking his radio before head-butting him to knock him out before turning on the radio. "Sorry, false alarm." He stated in the radio, doing his best to impersonate his voice. The Teuton then looked to the driver before clicking a button to reveal an older man restraining his anger.  "And what message, exactly, would that be? You don't look like people to be in the GLA. You hardly look to be crazy enough to do so." He growled. |
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Post by Samantha Van Oranje on Apr 13, 2016 10:13:50 GMT
The Foreman looked worried to his radio. First he received a disturbing message about reinforcements with unknown units, and now it was false alarm. He wasn’t quite sure what to think about it. Looking outside though the busses’ window, he let his thoughts run through his brain.  There could be 2 things happening right now. 1. One of the distraction groups were mistaken. 2. They weren’t and someone else is tapping in on that frequency. He grabbed his radio. “All main groups, switch to the next frequency as we talked about.” He waited 10 seconds and he also switched his device. “There could be something wrong with the distraction units. Keep your goddamn eyes open. Leave this channel open at all cost! We will lose contact with the distraction teams, but I don’t give a fuck. To all drivers: step on it. Make haste. I do not trust it! Make room if you need to.” He ordered ------- Abdul and Habib were still cheering about the enormous diesel explosion they made. But suddenly they hear something else. A horn. But not like a normal vehicles horn. They turned and watched as 2 metal warriors were ambushing their fellow terrorist members. “Crap!” and Habib quickly grabbed another projectile and shot it with his launcher to one of the Knights. Abdul however, slowly moved backwards, trying to escape and letting his ‘friends’ fight for themselves.  -------- The driver of the sedan heard his comrade trying to contact the Foreman. Yet with a smacking sound, and the other heavy infantry warrior taking over control of the device, he cursed. Then, his eyes caught once more the eyes of the Knight who is holding him. “You better leave us walking free you dog!” the driver bravely start. “Think of the GLA whatever you want. The GLA will be victorious, despite however, and by any means!” he explained. “The message of liberating the people under the capitalist influences. This isn’t your land! We will free our forgotten brothers who are stacked away!”  (OOC: main groups are aprox. 60% to their destination) |
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