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Post by Porcu on Mar 29, 2008 23:22:49 GMT -5
Colonel Maxentius was a bit stunned by the words of the LT. Although they were sincere the Colonel felt that she needed a quick lesson in HTO military history; the Battles of Lake Vadimo, Panormus, Weser River, and Mons Graupius all being decided by the efforts of the HTO elites.
"It (refering to the LT) may not respect even our armour now but it will respect me when this war is over..." Maxentius thought to himself. Gathering his stuff he decided not to answer the LT in regards to the question about assistance against the PSC, especially after hearing about the PSC ambush.
The line of HTO elites slowly made their way into the camp and took off their shields and guns with Colonel Maxentius heading straight for Falkirk's tent. While the men rested outside, inside the tent Falkirk and Maxentius discussed what options were available to the troops. Both wished to fight, in honor of their comrades, but Maxentius wished to have only the elites fight, partly looking to answer back on the LT's response when the synthetic first saw them, while Falkirk wished to contact the HTO and have the PSC cast to hell by the ICBM branch of the HTO military. In the end Maxentius won the debate and both finally emerged from their tent, the other men slowly gathering around.
"Men..." Falkirk began. "Consider yourself lucky to have avoided the trap set by the PSC but also consider yourselves as men with unfinished business. Your fellow HTO brothers were massacred yesterday afternoon and you were not there to defend them but you all have an opportunity now to live up to your reputation, fulfilling your obligations to your fallen comrades, and bringing further glory to yourselves, your families, and your countries!"
Sweet and to the point. Cheers erupted from the mouths of the elites, who had managed to at least forget about their tight muscles and sore arms, and Falkirk gave the order to suit up and prepare to march. Heading over to the LT Falkirk thanked the synthetic for saving him and reuniting him with his men before asking,
"Where do we begin?"
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Mar 30, 2008 0:38:27 GMT -5
LT Padda Rascya couldn't help but smile at the men. Maybe they could pull this off. It would take superior firepower, though, to blast through the gate...
Then she remembered the small pathway in the jungle that led right into the heart of the enemy base. That was the only way in that was survivable. However, if she was giving them the coordinates to this path, she and her troops were going with them.
"Before I tell you anything, let me introduce myself. My name is Lieutenant Padda Rascya, Selected Infantry. I am not an ordinary scout, as I appear. I am also a well-trained assassin from the Province of Lamation. As you may have heard, a rebel force is trying to kill every one of my people there. My family died at those bastards' hands. And it was learned that the PSC is funding them. I am going to that base camp whether you like it or not.
"We will tell you how to infiltrate their camp, but we have to show you. If we can't show you, you will have to go through the front gate and you will never get through it alive. So, what say you? Will you let us show you how to get in, or will you commit suicide? "
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Post by nakarak on Mar 30, 2008 10:27:47 GMT -5
Danakar Kric winced as the machine spoke. He stiffly replied, "Were it up to me, we would wipe you from the face of the earth. Mechanical warriors; there can be no greater blasphemy. However, it is not my choice to make. When the boy arrives, he will decide." It was obvious that he was very old, and far more bound by tradition than Nakar Kor ever was. Just then shouts were heard down the causeway. "Ah," Kric said. "Here he comes now." The royal palanquin now approached down the causeway, carrying the fate of Nakarak within.
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Velrik Tan looked out the small window at the throngs of cheering warriors. They're cheering for me, he thought. They're cheering for me but I can't do it. I'm just a kid. I can't rule anyone.
But still, they cheered, and so when the palanquin stopped, he climbed out, helped down by one of the four who had been carrying him. The cheering intensified. He paused for a moment. He took a deep breath and let it out, and then he walked over to where Danakar Kric stood, along with an outsider and one of the robot soldiers. Like the one that had saved him.
He approached the Danakar first, saluting him and being saluted in return. He then turned to the outsider. He saluted, then said, "Greetings, outsider. I am Velrik Tan. Who are you?"
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Post by Canton Rouge on Mar 30, 2008 12:36:24 GMT -5
Matthews replied, "I am Timothy Matthews, former Grand Moff of the United Provinces of Canton Rouge, all those years ago back when the great Nakar Kor ruled the lands you see before you. Granted, by all accounts, I should be dead, but thanks in part to my last requests, and scientific advances, I live once more, being able to assist the world in times of crisis."
"So you must be the boy Danakar Kric mentioned. I pledged to him that I would help you out. I know you're very skeptical of taking the reins of the countryside, especially in a time of war and the fact that you've had no experience in foreign policy. But mark my words, Velrik Tan, I will help you become a fine leader." He saluted the boy in return, and as he finished, an urgent message came in from General Leuster. "Excuse me one second," Matthews commented.
"So, what do you have for me, General?" Matthews asked.
"Good news, Matthews. Our forces are almost ready to move out. We just need to upload everyone onto the transports and titans. It should take only a few hours, then we can set out for the Outlands, and end this once and for all. But I'm surprised you're not coming along with us."
"That's because the new leader is here, and I need to ensure that his transition into the role of ruler doesn't go south."
"Roger that, I'll update you soon, General Leuster out."
Matthews returned to where the Danakar and the boy were, and he apologized for his interruption, but he also had to tell them that it was his job to get updated on any news from the war. He first turned to Danakar Kric and commented, "I have some great news. Soon, as in a few hours our forces will be ready to move to the Outlands, and we can end this war once and for all." He then turned to boy and said, "So, Velrik Tan, exactly what can I do for you today?"
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Post by Porcu on Mar 30, 2008 15:33:57 GMT -5
"You don't give us much of a choice, do you?" Maxentius barked back, obviously annoyed with the synthetic.
Falkirk gave the Colonel a sharp gaze, quickly silencing the man and any other would-be-smartass. Taking a moment to apologize for the remark, Falkirk graciously accepted the invitation to fight alongside Lieutenant Rascya.
"To better protect ourselves from enemy fire, if you wish, we can create a small wall with our shields while you and your men lead the way. And don't worry about close-quarters combat...we can do that too..." Falkirk responded releasing the compressable metallic spear within the gun. Should the battle prove necessary for them to be used the spears would simply help keep the enemy at bay, about 18 feet to be exact, while their sides, arms, and legs were diced by the extremely sharp points and allied units fired at them from different angles.
"Please Lieutenant, lead the way..."
With the LT beckoning her men to depart, Falkirk gave an order and the HTO elite responded by putting on the last of their armour, strapping on their guns/spears, and readying their shields. Falkirk put on his helmet, a helmet that had seen every coast of Hyrule at some point in time and whose wearers were usually victorious. Hopefully, the same would be true for him...
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Post by nakarak on Mar 30, 2008 20:26:34 GMT -5
Danakar Kric nodded as Matthews explained the situation, and tried to move behind the boy, but he stepped forward, looking Matthews in the eye. He then said, "You wish to help me in order to honor Nakar Kor, who was your friend, and to protect your home and mine. Danakar Kric wishes to mold me into a leader who respects the old ways and returns Nakarak to its roots. Two men come to me offering aid, and I find I trust the stranger more. Leave us, Danakar Kric. When your eyes are turned ever to the past, do not expect to hold sway over the present." Danakar Kric jerked back, as if slapped, then bowed and left swiftly, losing a bit of his grace in the process.
During this entire time Velric Tan never looked away from the former Grand Moff. Just a few minutes before he had been only a boy, but now the gods were with him. Now he was truly Nakar. He said to a stunned Matthews, "Wisdom the Gods have given to me. Experience I must earn for myself. I ask you to lend me yours when I need it, until my own is sufficient. For now I need your advice on the course of action we should take next. Kanakar Vok is eager to reclaim the Outlands, but Dumakar Triak and Tanakar Nul are fearful of stretching ourselves too thin, advicing caution and prudence. My first instinct is to side with Vok, gaining the loyalty of the warriors, and more importantly, the Slayers. However, I would like your opinion. Should we march forth to war now, or leave it to our allies and gather our own strength?"
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Post by Canton Rouge on Mar 30, 2008 20:50:39 GMT -5
Matthews nodded, then replied, "While it is important to gather up allies, according to current intelligence, if we set out now for the Outlands, we could easily end this war, and remove the Pacific States Coalition, those soldiers that killed off everyone, from the world's memory."
"But, as Dumakar Triak and Tanakar Nul stated, we do need time. Therefore, gather up as many soldiers willing to fight in the name of the Gods in a day span. They'll be the spearhead of our army. Meanwhile, we need to convince Kanakar Vok and the Slayers that this is for the better, as if we send the Nakaran army out now, there's a good chance a lot of them will end up dead, and we can't afford anymore casualties as it is," Matthews added.
"It's important to know, Velric Tan, that you must strike a fine line of compromise between those who want to engage on the war path, and those who want to build up forces. For if you send your army off too quickly, they will end up dead. But if you stall, moral goes down, and so does effectiveness. I hope you remember that. So, let us not waste any time in gathering up a new army, for the longer we wait, the stronger the Pacific States will become in the Outlands..."
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Mar 30, 2008 21:02:17 GMT -5
With an M-84 Barrett .55 cal sniper rifle strapped to her back and carrying her A-2 Rifle in her hands, Rascya was a sight to see, even for the HTO elites. Her high-protection, yet light armour covered every section of her body. Only her red eyes gleamed through the visor of her full-faced helmet. She would stop every few minutes, motion for Falkirk and his men to stop, and send a couple of her scouts ahead to scan the area. Reports indicated large enemy movement to the east of their position but nowhere near where they were.
Suddenly, Rascya held up her hand. Moving to Falkirk, she whispered, "Here it is. If you keep going straight, you'll come out of the woods and straight into their base. In fact, it might take them a while to actually notice you're there. They must have thought that no one would use the forest to penetrate their base.
"I have an idea. We will go in first, kill the guards, and set fire to their tents. We will make as much noise and distract them long enough for you to infiltrate into their command center. Cut them off from their command, and they will fail. I must tell you that this is literally suicide for us. If you succeed, please do not mention us to the historians. The greatest fear for a scout is to be known." Rascya made a respectful bow to the General. Before leaving, she told him, "You must be wondering why we are doing this. We were created by your people, so we have an obligation to protect you."
Leaving the General to prepare, she wondered if she would survive the attack. Laughing at this, she told herself, it wasn't if you survived or not, it was how many you killed. Pulling out the sniper, she paused, and finally told her troops to attack. Sneaking in, they quietly slit the throats of any nearby guards, only to hide back in the shadows. Climbing into the trees, Lieutenant Padda Rascya took aim, and fired...
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Commander Sebos turned to Matthews and told him, "I think I can help. We have a scout force already in the Outlands. They could assemble any survivors of the attack and invade the enemy garrison. If we can contact them, we could ask them for assistance. However, knowing the scout commander, Lieutenant Rascya could already be attacking as we speak. She's very feisty when it comes to things like this." The Synthetic noticed the boy looking at him, curiously...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 1, 2008 9:41:30 GMT -5
Outlands
The first PSC guard fell, causing shock to the other guards, who began looking for where this sniper was, and when they noticed that no sniper was about, the guards began firing into the treeline. They believed that as long as they were able to surpress the sniper, they could at least have time to set up what little defenses they could.
As the guards continued their suppressive fire, the rest of the garrison took the time to set themselves up in a small trench line surrounding their base. One key area they failed to defend was an opening by the forest. No one would be able to determine who would come through that region, a perfect place for an invading party to ambush the base...
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Post by Porcu on Apr 2, 2008 19:14:00 GMT -5
"Wait..." was all that Falkirk whispered to the men behind him noticing the chaos that quickly ensued from the Synthetic fire. Still a little puzzled over how exactly the synthetics were in debt to humans this thought quickly exited Falkirk's mind being replaced by the amazement of the accuracy shots of many synthetics.
The enemy camp had been caught completely off guard for a major counter-offensive and the psychological impact of a group of scouts was quickly felt by the PSC troops and witnessed by the HTO elites. PSC men now started gazing around at and up into the jungle around them, taking their eyes off of exactly what Falkirk wanted them to: the exposed area of the jungle bordering their base.
"Keep sharp...When you run out of ammo switch to your spears and make sure you use your shields...Glory to you all..." Falkirk said to a rousing roar from the elites who promptly rushed forward into the thick of the mass of PSC men.
It must have been a site to see and one PSC solider was unfortunate enough to witness his very death. Hearing the roar and seeing the reflection of light off the shields of the charging elites the PSC regular turned to his left, just in time to see the flash of gun rounds exiting the rifle of the closest HTO elite. Three well placed shots to his chest ended the man's life without further incident and the onrush of elites into the PSC base was like a horde of barbarians raiding a town full of unarmed civilians. The initial shock of the Synthetic team combined with the sudden appearance of the elites was enough to make some PSC troops drop their guns and run. Those that fought found a quick death.
Falkirk was one of the men spearheading the assault, easily brushing by the enemies closest to him with a few dozen rounds from his rifle. The strap-on rifles only had 200 rounds of ammunition before the elites were forced to use their spears, the idea being that extra munition weighted down a soldier and if the elites could close the distance with their enemy by using the gun and incredibly protective shield then their training with a spear would be just as useful. That theory worked out well in this engagement, Falkirk gunning down several opposing PSC soldiers without having a single shot in response. Until, that is, a brave soul aimed for the commander's head, striking Falkirk's helmet but not doing any relevant damage to it whatsoever. Realizing that the shot came from his right the commander swiveled over and ended the brave soul's life.
The battle got even worse once the elites started switching over to their spears. The elites, having been able to work their way around the outside of the remaining PSC troops, now formed up into a phalanx, their shields slightly overlapping to provide maximum protection while a long row of spears pointed right at the enemy. Moving slowly towards the center the elites cut down the remaining men, many who by now had run out of ammunition with the others firing into the mass of shields with no success.
Falkirk took the honor of killing the last man. With a sharp thrust of his spear Falkirk sliced the poor soldier right through his neck. The battle was won...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 3, 2008 7:21:11 GMT -5
As Falkirk celebrated, he heard a whisper-like voice coming from the forest. "So you won, eh?" When Falkirk turned around, he saw a disturbing sight. Lieutenant Rascya was lying against a tree, clutching her chest. She was spilling the dark-yellow "blood", that cooled her body, everywhere and winced in pain. "Lucky shot. They hit my data cache. I..forgetting all bas...functions. My bod...will soo...di... If you wan...sav...me, you hav...to shu...me dow...firs...then pull out my mind core befo...it overheats." She smiled. "Then yo...can put it int...a femal...SRC shell. Than...yo...fo...th...hel..." She winced as she forgot how to speak and just stared at the General with eyes forgetting how to see. She would be dead soon. An SRC soldier saw Falkirk standing over the dying LT, wondering what to do, and said, "Damn. Her sister's going to be pissed..."
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 12, 2008 20:57:28 GMT -5
OOC: I'm guessing with this, the PSC has effectively collapsed, so if anyone wants to wrap it up, be my guest
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Post by nakarak on Apr 19, 2008 7:24:12 GMT -5
The war had been won, but at a terrible cost. Hundreds of thousands of Nakarans, both warriors and civilians, had perished, along with large numbers of allied troops. Nakar Kor, the sovereign who had reigned for nearly a century, who had seen nations rise and fall, who had watched friends die and return from the grave, was no more. In his place was a young boy, neither educated nor charismatic. But he was blessed by the Gods, and that would be enough.
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 19, 2008 10:38:03 GMT -5
The PSC had fallen. Losing it's army to a coalition, it's capital to superweapons, and it's territory to a hidden army, it had collapsed once more, like it did all those years ago. Nobody knew what it's new fate would be, but some argued that it would fall upon the HTO to watch over the fallen nation, to ensure they would never again rise up and take what wasn't theirs.
Meanwhile, the forces from Canton Rouge ahd come out the war with newfound skill against such an enemy. Not only had they braved a massive force, but they had preserved the integrity of a country. And just as quickly as the CR Armies arrived, just as quick they were to leave, knowing very well that their time in Nakarak was done for now, but always, they would return to defend their ally if such a conflict would ever arise again.
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