Post by ender on May 18, 2010 8:51:55 GMT -5
The four units of the Advanced Assault Force moved in conjunction beneath the waves, finally complete after the necessary paperwork had been filed by Alec Irusk.
It had been a hard adjustment for him to move from artillery support to being an engine of destruction beneath the waves. War had changed the way it had to be fought on Earth, Odessa had proven that.
And the assault on Augusta continued proving that, when Sloan had been killed in her Xamel, while the Aquatic forces had been hindered by the ice. It had taken a lot of observation and work to realize what needed to be done.
The modified normal suit felt heavier inside the cockpit than it had when he first put it on, the extra oxygen tanks taking up a bit more space in the already cramped cockpit of the Z'Gok E dubbed Spriggan.
Orders had already been received, and he and the rest of his team had already dropped out of the belly of the Rock Lobster. He was glad to have been joined by three members of Zeon's fine Naval force, especially one as decorated as the "Great Bears Strike Team".
"Warmonger, this is Volkov. Kolsk and Yarovich are on Standby." The silence inside his cockpit broken by the static-riddled voice of his comrade. "You have your orders, and we have ours, Volkov." His voice was determined, devoid of any emotion except revenge and hatred for the Federation.
They took Constantinople. They destroyed the Sophia Hagia, causing him to fail on his oath to God himself.
It almost felt as if His finger had fallen on Irusk himself for his failings, even when he was fighting off the A-1 Supertanks of the Federation during Odessa.
Victory was beyond his grasp. But war has changed him, and given him a new cause. To strike terror from below, deep within the heart of darkness that is the Earth Federation.
To fight on, and continue in a holy crusade against them. "We will level this city, and burn her to the ground while the Federation watches in impotence. Advanced Assault Force, move. We have work to do."
The mono-eye of the Spriggan flashed to life as the anti-ship torpedoes on it's arms were briefly visible in the depths, as the Z'Gok E propelled itself forwards, followed by the Zaku Marine as the two Acguys took off on their own mission.
Tonight. New York will fall. And by the hand of the Warmonger, ever Federal Forces member he sees will die, an act of penance for their callous destruction of the Hagia Sophia.
It had been a hard adjustment for him to move from artillery support to being an engine of destruction beneath the waves. War had changed the way it had to be fought on Earth, Odessa had proven that.
And the assault on Augusta continued proving that, when Sloan had been killed in her Xamel, while the Aquatic forces had been hindered by the ice. It had taken a lot of observation and work to realize what needed to be done.
The modified normal suit felt heavier inside the cockpit than it had when he first put it on, the extra oxygen tanks taking up a bit more space in the already cramped cockpit of the Z'Gok E dubbed Spriggan.
Orders had already been received, and he and the rest of his team had already dropped out of the belly of the Rock Lobster. He was glad to have been joined by three members of Zeon's fine Naval force, especially one as decorated as the "Great Bears Strike Team".
"Warmonger, this is Volkov. Kolsk and Yarovich are on Standby." The silence inside his cockpit broken by the static-riddled voice of his comrade. "You have your orders, and we have ours, Volkov." His voice was determined, devoid of any emotion except revenge and hatred for the Federation.
They took Constantinople. They destroyed the Sophia Hagia, causing him to fail on his oath to God himself.
It almost felt as if His finger had fallen on Irusk himself for his failings, even when he was fighting off the A-1 Supertanks of the Federation during Odessa.
Victory was beyond his grasp. But war has changed him, and given him a new cause. To strike terror from below, deep within the heart of darkness that is the Earth Federation.
To fight on, and continue in a holy crusade against them. "We will level this city, and burn her to the ground while the Federation watches in impotence. Advanced Assault Force, move. We have work to do."
The mono-eye of the Spriggan flashed to life as the anti-ship torpedoes on it's arms were briefly visible in the depths, as the Z'Gok E propelled itself forwards, followed by the Zaku Marine as the two Acguys took off on their own mission.
Tonight. New York will fall. And by the hand of the Warmonger, ever Federal Forces member he sees will die, an act of penance for their callous destruction of the Hagia Sophia.