Ranger24: Sorry about the wait been kinda busy lately. Anyways here's the chapter.
Chapter 4: Wet work.
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Battlestar Pheonix, Knights of Trope flagship, in geosyncronis orbit over Seattle Washington, 2051 hours military time, A day -4.
Ranger stared silently at the tactical display as live satalite footage broadcasted him the battle of Forks. The Twitards had almost completely abandonded the town itself and had fallen back to heavily entrench the Cullen house with Armor, infantry, and what light artillery they had. Casualties had been nasty taking the town but Ranger hadn't expected anything less.
Of the nearly Fifteen thousand Knights of Trope invovled in this battle ninety seven had been killed on the first day along with another one hunderd and fourty two Critcally wounded. They had lost three tanks on the first day and over a dozen warthogs and APC's. The second day had been worse. The Twitards had fallen back to the Highschool and Hospital. They had depolyed IED's in the streets which claimed twenty two lives and wounded another seventy three. The assaults on the highschool and hospital had been costly. One hundred and twenty six dead, two hundred and forty five wound. Five tanks, thrity warthogs, and twenty two APC's had been deystroyed as well. Needless to say it was proving to be a costly assault.
Still his attention was being turned elsewhere.
Double D tapped him on the shoulder.
"Sir," the young bridge crew member stated. "I have Special Ops commander, Tal Ordo online."
Ranger nodded. "Patch him through."
There was brief scratch of radio static before the Mandolorian's voice came through clear.
"Still don't see why you have bullets instead of blasters," he told someone who clearly wasn't Ranger.
"Tal," Ranger said curtly.
"Sir, sorry about that," Tal replied. "Was having a little discussion with the XO you sent me."
"If you want my opinion Bullets are superior to laser rounds because bullets don't have to kill immediately where as blasters have to make on the spot kills." Ranger stated. "It's a matter of trauma to the body. A blaster bolt normally cauterizes the wound the second it makes it, preventing blood lose."
"Okay good point," Tal muttered as the person he'd been talking to laughed.
"Banter aside," Ranger continued. "What've you got to report? You said you'd found an enemy controlled shipyard."
Tal looked rather cross now his face scowling. "That's about all I can give you. I sent in a mixed recon team to get a closer look and they haven't reported back for twenty four hours. Their overdue for check in by six hours."
"You got any images or raw data?" Ranger asked.
"Sir respectfully I have half a dozen of my troops MIA, we need to either find them or attack right now!" Tal growled.
"I want data," Ranger replied. "Yanked right from their logs and computers."
Tal looked caught off guard by this. Ranger smirked.
"Take the ship yard, recover lost squad members if possible, and secure as much raw tactical data as possible." Ranger ordered. "Oh and try to take some prisoners. We might be able to force something out of them."
Tal grinned. "Now your speaking my langauge sir."
Alutien islands, Attu Island, Twitard shipyard, Speacil Forces Youkia Volunter Irregular regiment Combat Specialist Tsukune Aono, 2123 hours Military time, A day -4.
Tsukune kept breathing heavily. What felt like just a few hours were long moments of pain and discomfort. Inside a warehouse, his squad was rounded up, some of them dead. Others lay in front of him, dying. Some were slashed with knives, but not killed. Others were pistol-whipped into a barely conscious state. Tsukune though, went through a lot. In only a few hours, he had be cut, water-boarded, and even burned with a cigar on one of his scars. A twitard sat in front of him, grinning at the pain he had inflicted, still holding a cigarette in his hand.
"All bow before Tsukune Aono! A mighty human mixed with vampire blood! Don't make me laugh…We all know that the real vampires are those led by Edward." Mocked the twitard.
"He's…Just a…. f-fucking disgrace!" Shouted a nearby soldier. The twitard got up and punched the soldier and held the cigarette in front of him and shoved it into the man's ear. "ARHHHAH-AHHHHHHH!" The soldier screamed out in pure agony.
"You better watch your mouth. Otherwise..," The twitard started and then proceed to pull out a glock, and shoot the soldier in the leg. "You'll end up like the rest of the group." The twitard finished. The soldier yelled in agony, with the pain he had received. The twitard then walked over to Tsukune and point the gun at him. "Any statements you have to say?" The Twitard asked.
"All I have to say…is-" Tsukune began to say.
"Screw!... you!" The soldier yelled again. The twitard, angered by that statement then shot the soldier in the other leg, the young man screamed in agony collapsing to the side in the fetal position.
"Quit screwing around with 'em!" One of the other Twitards growled. "Just kill 'em quick."
"You never let m have any fun," the smoking Twitard whined before he brought the soldier he'd just shot in the legs to a kneeling position into the man's eye socket.
"Go to hell," the man spat before the Twitard pulled the trigger. Tsukune could feel his heart pounding in his ches as the sadistic Twitard turned to him strolling over casually.
'Moka-san," Tsukune thought in uttter despair picturing her smiling face. 'I'm sorry.'
Then the Twitard grabbed him by the hair and shoved his pistol into Tsukune's mouth.
"Scream boy," The Twitard whispered. "Beg for mercy, its just music to my..."
Suddenly a pair of Knives burst through the Twitards neck! The homaphrodite barely had time to gasp before the knives went in opposite directions and the head flopped off.
"I love doing that," the figure standing over the dead Twitard remarked as his comerades, other Knights of Trope finished off the remaining guards. Tsukune then blanched as he realized the man that had saved him was queit literally a corpse! Bits of bone jutted out from his elbows and shoulders and his fingers had no flesh upon them. One of the Forsaken that had signed on had saved him.
"You all right kid?" The Undead asked cutting Tsukune's bonds with his blood stained knives.
"Not really," Tsukune replied.
"Your better off than most of these guys," A tall figure dressed in beskar'gam armor. The man removed his helmet to reveal himself, to Tsukune's suprise the commander of the entire speacil forces department, Tal Ordo.
"Sir," Tsukune said alert.
Then Tal handed him a M7S submachine gun. "Better hold onto that soldier," he said. "We're tearing this place apart."
Before Tsukune could reply Tal turned and stepped out of the warehoue to join some dozen other Knights of Trope. Tuskune Hurried to join followed by the Undead who'd saved him. Half of hose assembled were Mandolorians like Tal. The rest were a rough mix of other volunters in the irregulars.
Tal raised his left gauntlet to his face and tiny hologram of one of his officers appeared. "Bravo, this is Alpha, light the candles." He ordered.
"Understood," the other mandolorian replied.
Less than a moment later dozens of massive explosions light up the doc yard and drowned out the cires of alarm from the Twitards manning the instalation.
"All units attack!" Tal ordered before charging into the fray firing his blaster. With many various battle cries his comerades followed him in firing all the while. Tsukune stayed close to the Undead who'd assisted him and charged in after his fellow Knights of Trope. It was payback time.
Battlestar Pheonix, Knights of Trope flagship, in geosyncronis orbit over Seattle Washington, 2126 hours military time, A day -4.
Ranger couldn't help but feel aggitated as he watched live footage of the assualt on Dock yard began in earnest. He disliked that he had to stay up here on the Pheonix, unable to assist further in the crusade he'd called for.
Stilll watching the forces he'd called in to the fray do what they did best was certainly taking some of the edge off. The Mandolorians and Irregular Speacil Operations Volunteers were positively slaughtering every living thing in the dock yard.
The Mandolorians lived up to their reputation as fearsome warriors, effortlessly dispatching their foes. The Irregular's fought nearly as feircly savagely destroying every enemy that they came upon.
Turning his gaze upon the other files on the tactical table he sighed. The rest of the Knights of Trope, who weren't engaging in the battle for Forks were moving as quickly as they could to begin an encirclment and seige of Seattle. Bombing had only just begun to even scratch at the outter defenses of the city. At times he considered postponing the attack until bombardment had sufficently damaged or destroyed the cities defenses.
Unfortunatly time wasn't on his side.
At that percise mount Double D tapped him on the shoulder.
"Sir," he stated.
"Yes?" Ranger muttered.
"You have a call for you from the UN's laison for us," Double D answered.
Ranger sighed and then nodded.
"Tell him I'll take it in my quarters," Ranger ordered.
Double D nodded and turned back to the communications officer. Ranger meanwhile swept out of the CIC and made his way through the myriad of corridors to his private quarters.
The room was decent enough for him to live in. There were two couches around a small coffee table in one corner, numerous book shelves, and several pictures lining the walls. He ignored these however and sat himself down behind his desk. He flicked on the computer and the video communication came through.
"Mr. Campbell," Ranger greeted. "I hope this isn't a social call."
Roy Campbell frowned at him. The former leader of Foxhound now working for the UN had been tasked with making sure Ranger's crusade didn't get out of control.
"As much as I wish it was its not," Campbell replied. "The UN is never to excited when a large armed group goes on a rampage."
Ranger nodded. "As I've told you before Mr. Campbell we're not going on a rampage. Our efforts are solely focused on finishing this war as quickly as possible."
"I understand that but many in the UN are concerned about this. And I want you to know the US Supreme Court was considering whether or not this was a breach of the first Amendment." Campbell replied.
"And their verdict?" Ranger asked.
"They would have considered it such but then the Twitards over ran Seattle. This officially being labeled a terrorist situation." Campbell replied.
"So do we have the UN's blessing on this?" Ranger asked.
"I didn't say that," Campbell replied. "You're skating thin ice right now. The US military is preparing for an armed response to the situation and if you put one toe out of line, you'd be facing war crimes charges."
Ranger nodded. "Understood.
Ranger24: Yes that is Roy Campbell from MGS. Read and review.