Post by Michael Hobbar on Aug 24, 2012 15:38:12 GMT -5
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5/28/3358
Lieutenant Williams was standing on what had once been a star fury. Or rather the remains of one, if you didn't know what you were looking at it could just be another pile of metal. He nodded his head and looked out on the space port or as others had decided to call it "Airfield" Walker. The company had only taken light casualities, five dead and three wounded in action. They had killed over thirty enemey personal, wounded twenty four and taken at least forty prisoner.
The runway of the tarmac was riddled with giant craters due to ARM engineers trying to destroy the place in a last ditch attempt to make the base not of use He looked farther out and noticed that black smoke was all around. Those were the remains of anti orbital and anti air weapons.
Then the sky started to thunder and he saw that multiple dropships were coming out of the sky coming to either reenforce this posistion or land somewhere else that had been cleared out by the S.D.C.
"Well look, I don't believe my eyes, is that Lieutanant Williams all alone?" a voice said . Williams looked over to his right and saw Ensign Hobbar smiling. At least he thought he was smiling he couldn't tell because like Williams, Hobbar had his helmet on. "I'm filling in for the captain Hobbar, he has other duties at the moment. " he told the Ensign. The rest of the platoon waited while the other platoon gathered around the XO.
When the rest of the company had showed up . "Kilo Company listen up, the rest of the invasion of the planet Sisyphus has begun. The Army and Special Security are currently landing in the zones that we have cleared out. Fifteen clicks to our south however four dropships have been shot down. It is unknown if it was a shoulder mounted launcher or whether it's a group of anti aircraft weapons. The dropships crashed into the mountian range south of here. What we can tell you is that other elements of the battalion will be joining us to find and rescue the Special Security Mercenaries."
He dreaded saying "Special Security". There was nothing special about the mercs after all. They didn't care what the job was as long as they got paid. "We are mounting up in Sparrows'. We will not have armor with us, the terrain is too rough. Platoon leaders file your people into the Sparrows'."
To the far left of the field on the terrain that could hold the dropships were newly arrived, dropping off soldiers from the Republican Army. They were moving to different posistions in the airfield and getting it ready in case of a counter offensive.
Ensign Hobbar led his platoon to one of the far Sparrows' because the others were filling up just as fast. "Let's move it people!" he shouted.
"Alright you heard him move move move!" Staff Sergeant Silva yelled. "First Platoon get strapped in tight, we don't wanna be flying out of the dropship now do we?"
5/28/3358
Lieutenant Williams was standing on what had once been a star fury. Or rather the remains of one, if you didn't know what you were looking at it could just be another pile of metal. He nodded his head and looked out on the space port or as others had decided to call it "Airfield" Walker. The company had only taken light casualities, five dead and three wounded in action. They had killed over thirty enemey personal, wounded twenty four and taken at least forty prisoner.
The runway of the tarmac was riddled with giant craters due to ARM engineers trying to destroy the place in a last ditch attempt to make the base not of use He looked farther out and noticed that black smoke was all around. Those were the remains of anti orbital and anti air weapons.
Then the sky started to thunder and he saw that multiple dropships were coming out of the sky coming to either reenforce this posistion or land somewhere else that had been cleared out by the S.D.C.
"Well look, I don't believe my eyes, is that Lieutanant Williams all alone?" a voice said . Williams looked over to his right and saw Ensign Hobbar smiling. At least he thought he was smiling he couldn't tell because like Williams, Hobbar had his helmet on. "I'm filling in for the captain Hobbar, he has other duties at the moment. " he told the Ensign. The rest of the platoon waited while the other platoon gathered around the XO.
When the rest of the company had showed up . "Kilo Company listen up, the rest of the invasion of the planet Sisyphus has begun. The Army and Special Security are currently landing in the zones that we have cleared out. Fifteen clicks to our south however four dropships have been shot down. It is unknown if it was a shoulder mounted launcher or whether it's a group of anti aircraft weapons. The dropships crashed into the mountian range south of here. What we can tell you is that other elements of the battalion will be joining us to find and rescue the Special Security Mercenaries."
He dreaded saying "Special Security". There was nothing special about the mercs after all. They didn't care what the job was as long as they got paid. "We are mounting up in Sparrows'. We will not have armor with us, the terrain is too rough. Platoon leaders file your people into the Sparrows'."
To the far left of the field on the terrain that could hold the dropships were newly arrived, dropping off soldiers from the Republican Army. They were moving to different posistions in the airfield and getting it ready in case of a counter offensive.
Ensign Hobbar led his platoon to one of the far Sparrows' because the others were filling up just as fast. "Let's move it people!" he shouted.
"Alright you heard him move move move!" Staff Sergeant Silva yelled. "First Platoon get strapped in tight, we don't wanna be flying out of the dropship now do we?"
