MDAM- I know, I DID IT AGAIN, another weekend without an update, but don't worry, I am back, and with a new chapter for you, I was just doing more road marching with the Air Cadets again so I didn't get back until five on Sunday, where I was tired and couldn't do much more than finish the first season of Sensate (Trust me it is a good comeback for the Witchouski twins after the mess that was Jupiter Ascending). Also I had a chapter of Halo: The Untold Prologue to finish too. MDAM Out.
C11: Future Industries
0703 Hours 5 April 2014 (Military Calendar) (0040 planet side) / PX343, United Republic of Nations, Republic City, Future Industries Industrial Estate East, Yue Suspension Bridge South (A2 X6 Y65)
Fireteams Nautilus and Sierra met up with Vulcan and Chicago on the south side of the bridge, no casualties on the UNSPKO side, but complete loss for the Russians with nothing but the burnt out husks of BTR's and the bloody remains of soldiers.
"Is the bridge rigged properly?" Asked James.
"Yes sir." Replied the English Captain. "C-4 has been place on all the weak points on this side of the bridge, if they do as much as stumble over the bridge after drinking too much Vodka, they will down the cross river connection by one."
"Good to hear." James said. "But our current goal is to get the final SAM and Radar sites in the Future Industries facility before The Marathon enters atmosphere, and just for the record, they will be arriving in the system in" he check the time. "Under twenty minuets, and I don't with to have an air marshal on my ass because we cant flick a few switches and blow a couple of metal boxes up."
"So what's the plan Commander?" Asked the American Lieutenant.
"To put it simply, we are going to target this area here." He pointed to a tall chimney on the map and then to the tower in the distance, silhouetted against the cloud, cloud that where slightly backlit by the moon, creating semi-twilit sky, where you could see the slight jury rig of a long range Radar. "There is also a short range Radar stationed here." He pointed at the dock. "Along with multiple SAM launch sites. The problem is that we where not able to get enough information regarding the troop count of the base due to our UAV being shot down."
"So we are going to destroy these SAM's?"
"No we don't have time for that, we are going to paint them with out laser designators, our job is hostage rescue, and collecting what ever research notes they have and bugging out before the cavalry comes?"
"Cavalry?" asked the captain.
The Wing Commander chuckled "Have you ever heard of a MAC round?"
0703 Hours 5 April 2014 (Military Calendar) (0045 planet side) / PX343, United Republic of Nations, Republic City, Future Industries Industrial Estate East, Research Facility Wu
Three, Two, One, MARK. James thought as he pressed the detonation key for the breaching charge breaking through the wall and killing the two soldiers whom where unfortunate enough to be on the other side of the wall. The directed explosion shattering their backs, their bodies pieced by the flying debris that was the remains of the brick wall. "MOVE, MOVE, MOVE." James shouted as his team filled into the building.
The other sides where taken care of by Vulcan, Nautilus and Chicago. The Russians all caught in the sheer mass of automatic fire caught them by surprise. The team acted quickly as it wouldn't be long until the Russians sent reinforcements from the main peninsula would try and cross the bridge. Though two thirds of their forces would be whittled down due to two of the three southern bridges would be destroyed, the third platoon could still inflict some heavy damage if they got close.
He tapped his shoulder. "Room one clear moving into corridor."
"Copy." Replied the three other fireteam commanders, over the radio. Mac readied his L82 as Ivy slowly opened the door. Their where Russians running up and down the corridors, each soring out the equipment they had slept in, Ivy counted five coming their way. Giving a thumb down and a held up five-fingers before pointing down the corridor.
James got out a flash bag pulled the pin and rolled it down the corridor towards the unsuspecting soldier who didn't see it in the cold and dark industrial hallway. Closing the door quickly James waited. Bang. Mac kicked down the door and fired on the enemy. Riddling them with bullets, he gestured his team to follow, only to kick the door on the opposite side of the corridor and quickly scanning it. "Clear sir." Shouted the Scotsman. James and his team kept making their way down the corridor, until they got to the main wide-open room with what looked like massive mechanical suits.
Peter whispered in his ear. "I bet Anime lovers everywhere would want to be here now." Obviously noticing the Mech suits. "Shame they are going to be destroyed."
James ignoring him tapped his shoulder. "In the main laboratory."
"Copy that sir. Just entering the area too. We are coming out on the catwalk." Said the commander of Chicago.
"We are on the ground floor." Said the Captain.
"Catwalk south side." Said the Canadian leader.
"Copy all. Remember, hostages and friendlies, don't go dishing friendly fire."
Then came on the German commander. "Before you go in, you might want to note the large number of guns being pointed at the hostages."
"What is your plan?"
"Yours but in the third dimension, call it aerial support." Radioed the French commander.
"Okay, I like the sound of that. Breach on my MARK." James shouldered his rifle. "Three, Two, One, MARK." He said as Mac rammed the door down with his boot before rolling and unloading an entire clip into one of the rooms units, downing them. Peter, Ivy, Gwen and James took a more precise approach, picking of targets one by one with their DMR's, as German and French forces broke the glass, and shooting with their MP5-K's and FAMAS sub machine guns and assault rifles, as they lowered themselves using rope and shooting all those trying to get at the civilians.
The American M16A3 and Canadian SA80A2 fire from the catwalk provided good enough supressing fire for the Germans and French, and the two ground British teams where picking off those who tried to reinforce from the other rooms.
Vulcan and Sierra walked towards the first area with Civilians. Ivy offered her hand. "Come with me."
"Who are you?" Said the worker.
"People working with the United Forces and that is all you need to know." Ivy said as the res of the team kept the Russian soldiers on the ground with supressing fire. "And right now, it looks like you need a hand anyway. So take my lead and get out of here."
They took the soldiers lead and headed for the door, keeping their heads down, Ivy keeping the doors open for the white coats to leave quickly. She grabbed one of the scientist shoulders. "When they get out of here, run as far away as you can."
"Why?"
"There wont be much of this place in…" She glanced at her watch. "Ten minuets time. Future Industries is going out with a bang."
"Oh, right." He muttered
"So get your ass moving." Ivy hinted, before the man began to sprint down the corridor towards his friends. "Fucking Eggheads." She muttered to herself, before allowing the next wave of hostages through the door.
Meanwhile James and the rest of Sierra had advanced towards the centre of the room, though their had been one or two casualties within the teams and one fatality on the American Chicago team, the Russians in comparison where falling like leaves in Autumn.
The French and German teams where now all on the ground and where doing a tactical stepped advance. Two teams give supressing fire as one team advanced, until they where all at the same level. Then a Russian shot one of the French team in the head, one of the team scrambled into cover and pulled the body into cover. He mumbled "Tu as un idiot, Jean-Paul." as he grabbed his dog tags, but he quickly composed himself and popped back out of cover and with a newfound fury, began unloading into the Russian soldiers.
The French soldier grabbed a grenade and threw it towards the enemy, killing three soldiers in a matter of seconds. By this point the Moral of the Russians had dwindled, most of them seemed very inexperienced and sloppy, and with their losses, they got even sloppier. Until eventually the UNSPKO managed to get to the centre of the room. A bandage attached to the barrel of the gun was raised and someone shouted. "We surrender. Please just let us live."
James and Peter looked at one another and shrugged. "Okay hands up and step out the fox hole slowly, but drop you weapons first, that includes knives."
"Okay." The same soldier replied. "We are coming out, don't shoot."
"I won't." he said still pointing his weapon at the fox hole, his finger off the trigger but still ready for any sudden moves. But one by one the soldier made their way out, some of them officers, others non-commissioned, but all of them where Russian.
"Who are you?" One of them asked, he was a tall blonde lieutenant colonel.
"Wing Commander James Anders, United Nations Space Peacekeeping Organisation, British Contingent. May I ask who you are?"
"Lieutenant Colonel Ivan Resnov, Russian Air Force, Russian Stargate Expeditionary Force, First Recon, and this is my second in command, Sergeant Natasha Timofeyevna."
"Are these your men?"
"Yes and no, half my team went missing during a patrol a day and a half ago, but you killed the Colonel here so technically I am the highest ranking officer this side of the Yue river, that is until the three platoons of soldiers come across the river."
James smiled, and his watch beeped, the Marathon was in orbit. Reaching into his pocket, he picked out a beacon, and pressing the button, he told the Marathon their position. "Looks like we have to go, you have a choice, get blasted out of existence or be arrested."
"I think our surrender shows what way we are leaning." He said. James fiddled with the beacon, telling the Marathon pick up all life signs, not just team beacons, a couple of seconds a light engulfed those in the room
0711 Hours 5 April 2014 (Military Calendar) (0103 planet side) / PX343, C-305 RAF Marathon, Bridge
The white light dissipated and the bridge came into view, where Air Marshal Robertson stood facing the window, looking down at the planet below. It looked like Earth so much, with grey tundra's, white ice caps, green planes and yellow deserts, but the most notable mark on the ground was the strange pillar of light that emanated from the area that was Republic City.
James stood to attention and saluted the man in MTP camouflage clothing. "Good morning sir, enjoying the view."
"I know it is almost blasphemy to say this, but this is a better view than Earths."
James chuckled. "Yes sir."
He turned around to face the wing commander and returned the salute. "Enough chatter, do you wish to see some experimental fireworks?"
"I thought you would never ask." James smiled. The Air Marshal turning around and nodding at a flight lieutenant, who began typing away at a computer.
The Marshal tapped his ear and spoke into a small microphone. "All hands, be advised we are testing our new toy, so please look out your nearest window and watch it bring destruction to all those who trifle with us."
The ship shook, a beam of orange light pierced the atmosphere with great speed, levelling anything in a three hundred metre radius, as the one tonne, Naquada magnetic superconductor accelerated, Ferro-uranium slug slammed into the surface at speed of around a three kilometres a second.