Post by flippmoke on Nov 9, 2009 13:53:21 GMT -5
UC: 0079.09.11
"The 1st Reconnaissance Platoon will make its way to North of the base with 1st Lieutenant Dzurik where it will make its main assault, against the fortification the Zeeks have called RF-1" announced Nigel who was sticking out of the top of the Bloodhound.
"Are you kidding me, we always make the assaults," said Private Ryan McGhee as he shuffled his feet impatiently listening to Nigel speak.
"Its ok," said Kyle Webb as he shuffled his feet as well. Both nervous about their next operation in North Africa.
"OK? We are a tiny force way behind enemy lines, and you call it ok? We are about to assault a base we know nothing about and you call it ok?" said Ryan in frustration as he continued to stare at Nigel.
"If you want to worry about it, worry about it, but trust me, it will all be ok." said Kyle as he tried to calm Ryan as the orders where continued to be spewed out by Nigel.
"Be quiet, I can't hear," said Jeff Davis as he stared at both Ryan and Kyle for a second before turning back to Nigel.
"Like you want to listen to Foxhole Ferdinand anyhow," said Ryan before getting elbowed in the gut by Lieutenant Joe Dzurik who suddenly appeared next to the talking group.
Nigel continued for a few more minutes with everyone remaining quiet then proceeded to get inside the Bloodhound. Shortly after the orders were issued by Nigel, Joe pulled Ryan to the side to speak with him for a while and Kyle wanted nothing to do with that. So grabbing his rifle kyle began to make his way across the sand with the rest of the 1st Reconnaissance Platoon who was making their way across a massive dune to get to their staging area.
"I swear, I am so tired of getting sand into these damn things," said Andrew Young as he looked at his boots which were leaking in small amounts of sand from the dune.
"Here, tape your pants to your boots," said Kyle who quickly grabbed some tape out of his pack.
"Thanks Kyle," said Andrew Young who was leaning over his boots now taping them shut. However, Kyle didn't even notice him respond as he was staring at the rest of the 42nd Brigade who was able to fight begin to wheel their way out from the Medeas and prepare for battle.
"Hey, where did you guys get that tape," said Mike as he saw Andrew kneeling down fixing up his boots. "We lost most of the medical supplies when the Flying Dutchman went down. Can have that tape, I really need it."
"Its not mine, it is Kyles," said Andrew who was then pointing at Kyle who was still deep in thought. Kyle didn't even notice and was still lost deep in thought. "Here, just take it Mike," said Andrew handing over the tape.
Keep moving, don't be stupid. Keep moving, don't be stupid, thought Kyle as he continued to think hard on what he needed to do today.
"Get ready guys, its about to start." said Andrew Heaton who suddenly appeared next to Kyle.
Kyle looked up to see a green flag being waved from one of the Medea to signal the start of the assault, however before he is able to react. A Dopp is spotted coming in on a strafing run.
"DOPP!" screamed Ryan Boheneck as the 1st Recon Platoon went scattering away from the Type 61 they were near. The soft thudding of machine gun rounds entering the sand sounded all around them. As all hell started to break loose.
"Up against the dune," screamed Kyle who was suddenly in a clear state of mind. Grabbing Andrew Young as began to run towards the dune, pulling Andrew clean off his feet narrowly causing a line of machine gun fire to miss Andrew.
Normally Dzurik was there to lead them but he had been separated from the rest of the unit as he was dealing still with the other platoons.
Kyle grabbed his FN SCAR and begain to shoot a few rounds towards the Dopps as they flew above, however, soon realized doing so was in vain.
"Mobile suit!" screamed Private Evan Sims as he aimed his M136 at the incoming Zaku.
"Sims!" screamed Kyle who saw a flash in the distance turn the upper portion portion of Evan's body to a fine mist as a cannon round struck his body.
The rest of the platoon quickly dived down to avoid a similar fate, and it was only made worse by the fact that a string of fire from the incoming Zaku pelted the sand around them. However, seconds later they found themselves saved a mighty explosion hit the Zaku.
Now, we have to go now. Joe would say go now. thought Kyle suddenly as he looked over the ridge at the base below.
"1st Platoon, lets go!" screamed Kyle as he raised up from over the hill. Only Andrew Heaton followed at first, as both Andrew and Kyle started sprinting down the sand dune. The other troopers were in shock for a moment, but the sight of Joe leading the remains of the 2nd and 3rd Platoon over the sand ridge gave them courage and they too got to their feet and began sprinting down the hill.
Kyle wasn't even thinking now, it was all reaction. He had to reach the bottom of the hill where a platoon of infantry was sprinting to reach a premade sand bag wall. Andrew Heaton behind him saw the Zeon infantry also making their way to the sandbag wall, rather then keep running however, Andrew stopped and began to fire at the zeon troopers. However, he didn't last long as a burst of fire struck Andrew in the chest, dropping him like a bag of potatoes.
With out knowing it Kyle was suddenly upon the sand bag wall beating all the Zeeks to the cover. Kneeling behind the bags, Kyle let loose on the Zeek infantry who was now in the open. Two, then three Zeon soldiers quickly suffered the same fate as Andrew from Kyle's rounds.
Moments later the remaining troops from the 1st Platoon reached the wall and began to provide similar fire, soon leaving a good amount of the Zeek platoon dead, with the few remaining men running back towards the base.
"Keep going!" screamed Kyle who then jumped over the sand bag like a madman, as he sprinted across the long runway with AA fire streaming overhead at the 2nd and 3rd platoon who were still making their way down the hill.
The entire 1st Platoon was stunned. "He has lost it, " muttered Andrew as he watched Jeff Davis be the next to jump over the sand bag wall and begin to run like a wild man towards the remaining section of the base.
Kyle shot a few rounds out of his FN SCAR at the zeon marines who were retreating as he finally made his way to cover behind one of the buildings.
A few seconds later the remaining troopers from the 1st platoon reached the side of the building as well. Kyle with out hesitation was pulling out a grenade from his uniform, the training kicked in for Jeff Davis as well as he nodded in understanding. Making their way around the building Jeff kicked the door open, with Kyle tossing a grenade in shortly after. The office inside exploded in a clatter with the groan of two men that were hit by a grenade following. Kyle and Jeff cleared the office then shortly after with guns raised. Finding no one else in the building, Kyle made his way outside with his gun raised. The sounds from outside had died out as the 42nd Brigade had taken the base.
"Wow," muttered Jeff as he stared out over the base.
"Holy Shit, " said Kyle as tried to catch his breath, as Jeff looked at him in shock.
"What?" said Kyle who saw the shock in Jeff's face.
"I just have never heard you curse." said Jeff.
"The 1st Reconnaissance Platoon will make its way to North of the base with 1st Lieutenant Dzurik where it will make its main assault, against the fortification the Zeeks have called RF-1" announced Nigel who was sticking out of the top of the Bloodhound.
"Are you kidding me, we always make the assaults," said Private Ryan McGhee as he shuffled his feet impatiently listening to Nigel speak.
"Its ok," said Kyle Webb as he shuffled his feet as well. Both nervous about their next operation in North Africa.
"OK? We are a tiny force way behind enemy lines, and you call it ok? We are about to assault a base we know nothing about and you call it ok?" said Ryan in frustration as he continued to stare at Nigel.
"If you want to worry about it, worry about it, but trust me, it will all be ok." said Kyle as he tried to calm Ryan as the orders where continued to be spewed out by Nigel.
"Be quiet, I can't hear," said Jeff Davis as he stared at both Ryan and Kyle for a second before turning back to Nigel.
"Like you want to listen to Foxhole Ferdinand anyhow," said Ryan before getting elbowed in the gut by Lieutenant Joe Dzurik who suddenly appeared next to the talking group.
Nigel continued for a few more minutes with everyone remaining quiet then proceeded to get inside the Bloodhound. Shortly after the orders were issued by Nigel, Joe pulled Ryan to the side to speak with him for a while and Kyle wanted nothing to do with that. So grabbing his rifle kyle began to make his way across the sand with the rest of the 1st Reconnaissance Platoon who was making their way across a massive dune to get to their staging area.
"I swear, I am so tired of getting sand into these damn things," said Andrew Young as he looked at his boots which were leaking in small amounts of sand from the dune.
"Here, tape your pants to your boots," said Kyle who quickly grabbed some tape out of his pack.
"Thanks Kyle," said Andrew Young who was leaning over his boots now taping them shut. However, Kyle didn't even notice him respond as he was staring at the rest of the 42nd Brigade who was able to fight begin to wheel their way out from the Medeas and prepare for battle.
"Hey, where did you guys get that tape," said Mike as he saw Andrew kneeling down fixing up his boots. "We lost most of the medical supplies when the Flying Dutchman went down. Can have that tape, I really need it."
"Its not mine, it is Kyles," said Andrew who was then pointing at Kyle who was still deep in thought. Kyle didn't even notice and was still lost deep in thought. "Here, just take it Mike," said Andrew handing over the tape.
Keep moving, don't be stupid. Keep moving, don't be stupid, thought Kyle as he continued to think hard on what he needed to do today.
"Get ready guys, its about to start." said Andrew Heaton who suddenly appeared next to Kyle.
Kyle looked up to see a green flag being waved from one of the Medea to signal the start of the assault, however before he is able to react. A Dopp is spotted coming in on a strafing run.
"DOPP!" screamed Ryan Boheneck as the 1st Recon Platoon went scattering away from the Type 61 they were near. The soft thudding of machine gun rounds entering the sand sounded all around them. As all hell started to break loose.
"Up against the dune," screamed Kyle who was suddenly in a clear state of mind. Grabbing Andrew Young as began to run towards the dune, pulling Andrew clean off his feet narrowly causing a line of machine gun fire to miss Andrew.
Normally Dzurik was there to lead them but he had been separated from the rest of the unit as he was dealing still with the other platoons.
Kyle grabbed his FN SCAR and begain to shoot a few rounds towards the Dopps as they flew above, however, soon realized doing so was in vain.
"Mobile suit!" screamed Private Evan Sims as he aimed his M136 at the incoming Zaku.
"Sims!" screamed Kyle who saw a flash in the distance turn the upper portion portion of Evan's body to a fine mist as a cannon round struck his body.
The rest of the platoon quickly dived down to avoid a similar fate, and it was only made worse by the fact that a string of fire from the incoming Zaku pelted the sand around them. However, seconds later they found themselves saved a mighty explosion hit the Zaku.
Now, we have to go now. Joe would say go now. thought Kyle suddenly as he looked over the ridge at the base below.
"1st Platoon, lets go!" screamed Kyle as he raised up from over the hill. Only Andrew Heaton followed at first, as both Andrew and Kyle started sprinting down the sand dune. The other troopers were in shock for a moment, but the sight of Joe leading the remains of the 2nd and 3rd Platoon over the sand ridge gave them courage and they too got to their feet and began sprinting down the hill.
Kyle wasn't even thinking now, it was all reaction. He had to reach the bottom of the hill where a platoon of infantry was sprinting to reach a premade sand bag wall. Andrew Heaton behind him saw the Zeon infantry also making their way to the sandbag wall, rather then keep running however, Andrew stopped and began to fire at the zeon troopers. However, he didn't last long as a burst of fire struck Andrew in the chest, dropping him like a bag of potatoes.
With out knowing it Kyle was suddenly upon the sand bag wall beating all the Zeeks to the cover. Kneeling behind the bags, Kyle let loose on the Zeek infantry who was now in the open. Two, then three Zeon soldiers quickly suffered the same fate as Andrew from Kyle's rounds.
Moments later the remaining troops from the 1st Platoon reached the wall and began to provide similar fire, soon leaving a good amount of the Zeek platoon dead, with the few remaining men running back towards the base.
"Keep going!" screamed Kyle who then jumped over the sand bag like a madman, as he sprinted across the long runway with AA fire streaming overhead at the 2nd and 3rd platoon who were still making their way down the hill.
The entire 1st Platoon was stunned. "He has lost it, " muttered Andrew as he watched Jeff Davis be the next to jump over the sand bag wall and begin to run like a wild man towards the remaining section of the base.
Kyle shot a few rounds out of his FN SCAR at the zeon marines who were retreating as he finally made his way to cover behind one of the buildings.
A few seconds later the remaining troopers from the 1st platoon reached the side of the building as well. Kyle with out hesitation was pulling out a grenade from his uniform, the training kicked in for Jeff Davis as well as he nodded in understanding. Making their way around the building Jeff kicked the door open, with Kyle tossing a grenade in shortly after. The office inside exploded in a clatter with the groan of two men that were hit by a grenade following. Kyle and Jeff cleared the office then shortly after with guns raised. Finding no one else in the building, Kyle made his way outside with his gun raised. The sounds from outside had died out as the 42nd Brigade had taken the base.
"Wow," muttered Jeff as he stared out over the base.
"Holy Shit, " said Kyle as tried to catch his breath, as Jeff looked at him in shock.
"What?" said Kyle who saw the shock in Jeff's face.
"I just have never heard you curse." said Jeff.