North African Uprising - The ECA's Last Stand

The latest wave had made a massive hole within Mad Jack's ranks. Almost all of his soldiers had died and most of the vehicles were completely trashed on that last wave. He had begun to worry that he might not be able to to keep Tripoli alive and well within the ECA's Ranks. However, he did not let that stop him as he continued to fire upon enemy ranks.




As he returned to base, the few soldiers that were left were demoralized that such a wave costed so many lives of their brothers and sisters in battle. Where did we go wrong? They thought just before more reinforcements arrived, bringing in more infantry and vehicles with them.
Mad Jack felt that this was not the end of the wave, and soon called in Jürgen Adler. "Aye, Supreme Commander. I appreciate tha' help ya' sent, though I don't think it be enough. I het ta bother ya. Might ya send in a bomblet strike ta help reduce tha next wave a touch...Aye, thanks for the help Adler. I owe ya a pint later." He stated.

(reinforcements have arrived, bringing about 1000 vehicles and 6,000 infantry, a group of three bomblets will arrive in 1-2 hours RP time)

Mad Jack saw the advancement of the GLA continuing it's rumbling march across the landscape to get to Tripoli. After a moment, he soon heard the sound barrier being broken, unleashing a sonic boom. What followed was three metallic objects doing a  run, dropping a package of multiple bomblets upon the GLA army. He watched as multiple tanks and foot soldiers being trashed and cooked within the explosions.

Mad Jack smiled as he saw that multiple infantry and tanks were destroyed on the side of teh GLA...though when the smoke cleared, he soon saw that less than half of what he expected were actually destroyed. He sighed before turning to his brothers.
"It's time....time to unleash pandora's box."

He radioed the men within the Pandora Artillery Tank.

"It's time....we must open Pandora's box."

The people within the Artillery tank spat out their coffee.

"ARE YOU NUTS!?!?" They asked, clearly not wanting to turn the keys.

"No....I'm not. This is as serious as you'll ever hear from me. We must turn the keys."

"But sir! Is this morally justified?!" the main commander asked.

"I would not ask of this from you if I thought we could not win without help. I had planned to save this forteh last wave....it seems that the GLA wishes to accept this ticket to their own demise sooner than we would like....While not morally justified at first...the GLA do not give a damn about human life. All they know is violence. Therefore, we must respond in kind. We will deal with the consequences later. Yes, the ECA will be in the media for a long time....but it must be done." he stated before gaining his most serious tone.
"Turn the keys."

The men within the Pandora tank tightened their lips before looking to each other.

"If this doesn't stop them....Nothing will." They soon grabbed the keys.

"Turning the keys in 3...." The keys were poised over the key holes.
"2..." The keys were in the key hole.
"1..." The hands tightened before turning.

The Pandora Tank soon turned its muzzle to the GLA forces, turning on the Electronic railways to forward the neutron bomb, firing the bomb. The Bomb went into an area, straight into the middle of the GLA attack force, causing a massive nuclear explosion, causing multiple causalities.

The latest wave had made a massive hole within Mad Jack's ranks. Almost all of his soldiers had died and most of the vehicles were completely trashed on that last wave. He had begun to worry that he might not be able to to keep Tripoli alive and well within the ECA's Ranks. However, he did not let that stop him as he continued to fire upon enemy ranks, though the Neutron bomb gave the ECA men hope. Some...unfortunately...went into the irradiated zone of the neutron bomb a little too early, dying from the poisonous neutrons that went through their bodies, causing them to turn into radioactive chemical puddles.



Mad Jack Sighed, facepalming as he saw that some of his own went to early when he ordered them to wait until the radiation had cleared.



However, The ECA was still victorious in this latest wave, though a phyric victory. They, however, would continue to hold Tripoli until they could do so no more.



ad Jack paused for breath before radioing the Pandora.



"You did well sons, it was enough to stop this wave. Reload the tank for another shell, take your time." He stated.



The men tightened their lips before the loader carefully took out the bomb.



"I hope we don't get a leak."



While they dealt with the Pandora tank, more reinforcements had soon arrived.



(1000 more vehicles have arrived, along with 6000 infantry after the wave, bringing my forces up to 6196 soldiers, and 1715 vehicles)

Kassad had gotten the message from Sayeed to bring out the Liquidators. The situation was grim; Europe had brought out their weapons of mass destruction in a desperate bid to keep claim of their supposed African "protectorates," but it was not any use. Once the GLA pushed out the European dogs, Omar would finally be at peace for his transgressions with the European leader, Jürgen. Although Kassad couldn't blame his mentor for his hatred and animosity towards the European, he had to concentrate on his true goal: the total unification of Africa, and soon, the world. When he contacted Omar, his irritation clearly showed upon his face as he stood, cane not shown in the camera view as he worked in his private lab.



"I suppose that this is about the European transgressions in North Africa?"
"Omar, the Europeans...they have brought their nuclear weapons." Omar visibly stopped moving, his glazed, almost dried eyes staring at Kassad, studying him. His look of irritation turned to a smirk as he continued to study the prince with an eerie sense of morbid, scientific curiosity.
"The pressure must be getting to Jürgen. He's afraid that he's going to lose," the unstable man said emphasizing his giddiness at his belief that Jürgen was so afraid to use that he would resort to the use of nuclear weapons. He tented his fingers together and chuckled in satisfaction, Kassad feeling uneasy at Omar's immense satisfaction with one man's fear, rather than his true goals.
"Sayeed has requested that a Liquidator presence is established for support in Tripoli to deal with the rest of the threat." Omar merely nodded and pointed his cane at Kassad, almost irritated at his lack of independence.
"Then do it."
"Well, that's the problem. Should we use Fear—"
"NO!" Kassad visibly jumped at the bang of Omar's demand. "No. We will not do another major strike using my toxin. Not yet." Kassad nodded in reply and then shut off communications. He then stepped into the command-and-control center for the Liquidators and started sending orders. A full Armored Liquidator Division would soon be present at the battlefield.

Jürgen took a bite out of his sandwich before his radio called in.

"Ja? I'll send in some groups of the elite guard." He stated before turning off the radio before phoning in the men for the waves.
"Senden sie die ritter die folgende Welle ein. (send in the knights in the next wave.)" He stated.

At this point, the 1st Hornet Army was a shadow of its former self. It had once been a formation of over 250,000 vehicles and people. It was a mere fraction of that. However, they still fought on, not out of loyalty to Sayeed or their commanders, but to ensure their survival against the nuclear power that had been unleashed. Together, they could protect each other, if they fled, they'd be chased and slaughtered.

The ever growing pile of bodies and tank wreckage continued to clutter the battlefield, but they continued to struggle forwards, hoping that they will be able to finally push the ECA out. A single ray of hope shone when they were blessed by the arrival of the Liquidator Armoured Division. Omars elite had blessed them with their presence. Filled with a new sense of hope, the battered Hornet Cell members prepared themselves for the next assault, accompanied by the gas masked Liquidators.