Ranger24: And here's the new chapter you have all so patiently been waiting for. Enjoy.

Chapter 14: No parking.

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TS-1029 "Kung Pow", Seattle Harbor, Special Forces Youkia Volunteer Irregular regiment Combat Specialist Tsukune Aono, 2325 hours Military time, A day.

The sounds of explosions and rifle fire in the distance was a disquieting backdrop as the cargo ship cut through the water towards the Seattle wharf. It was cool, not cold or warm but somewhere in between, compared to the chill of Alaska it was balmy. Mandolorian warriors and Irregulars kept low on the deck, trying to stay out of sight. They were running dark, with no lights or illumination, typical of a smuggling vessel.

Tsukune was near the aft command deck, grateful that he did not have to worry about water getting into his M7S yet. Moka stood beside him at the railing, her inner self out preemptively.

"Can you smell it?" She asked.

"What?"

"The blood," she answered with a nod to the city.

Tsukune gave a sniff and grimaced. It was faint, masked by many other horrid scents but he could pick it up.

"We're going right into the thick of that," he muttered.

"Just keep your head down," Moka said with a smirk. "You'll be fine."

"I've got you covered."

Tsukune was not honestly surprised to find Mizore standing behind them with her rifle slung over a shoulder.

"Glad to have you with us," he said turning back to the nearing city.

From above he could now here the voice of one of Tal's Mandolorians in the bridge.

"Looks like the signals from the log book we captured are working sir."

"Any alerts?" Tal asked.

"Most of the Twitards are engaging the main army to the North and South. The Fierfek's still think we're one of their's."

Tsukune let out a small smile. Maybe they'd get off easy?

Then an artillery shell hit the obseravtion deck at the bow tearing it apart! The Irregular's and Mandolorians scrambled to fighting positions as machine gun fire, rpgs, and Mortars flew at them.

"Get down!" Moka shouted pulling Tsukune down as a streamer of rounds flew over their heads.

"Bring up the AT-TE!" Tal shouted, "All units select targets and return fire!"

With a great groan the AT-TE rose up the main lift from the hold. As soon as it was in position its main Mass Driver Cannon fired, spitting fire out at the wharfs. Irregular's and Mandolorians added their own fire to the counter address even as here and there one or two of their number fell to incoming fire.

"Raise our flag!" Tal ordered, "We're gonna ram it down their throats!"

An RPG exploded on the rail near them, showering them with bits of shrapnel.

"We need to get on the deck," Moka shouted.

"Right!" Tsukune shouted leading them down onto the deck. The cargo ship was now going full speed to the wharf amidst a storm of oncoming fire. He shot a glance over his shoulder back up at the command tower and saw the flags of the Cuy'val Darasuum and the Knights of Trope flying from the rear pole, flapping defiantly against the onslaught.

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Some one shouted. Tsukune turned about and realized to his alarm that the Mandolorians were going to ground the ship on the wharf.

"Hang on!" He shouted.

The ship crashed into wharf with a groan of steel and crash of concrete. Anyone who hadn't had the time to prepare themselves was thrown to the blood splattered deck. The incoming fire slackened for a moment as the Twitards struggled to adjust their fire to hit the ship giving the attackers their opportunity.

Down for the command tower came Tal and his elite Mandolorian commandos barreling over the deck rails onto the wharfs firing their blasters at any target they could see. Over the rails jumped more warriors weapons ready, shouting battle cries. Tsukune found himself swept up in the rush for the rails. He sprang off the ship and landed with a roll trying to find his footing. The attack was overwhelming the outer defenses of the Twitards, leaving shattered positions in the wake of the attack.

Tsukune struggled to find Moka, realizing to his dismay they had been separated upon landing. To make matters worse the Twitards were beginning to put up a more focused defense. Machine gun nests and small gangs of Twitards were counter attacking trying to stone wall the assault through sheer volume of fire and body mass.

A mortar exploded not five feet away from him flinging him into a near by alley way. He hit the brick wall and crashed to the asphalt ears ringing. He saw a Twitard coming at him from down the alley with a bayonet ready to strike. He struggled to move but found his own reactions suddenly sluggish.

Then Moka sailed over him, striking the charging Twitard in the face with one of her trade mark kicks. The Twitard's skull pulped as it smashed into the walls and crumpled. Moka turned to Tsukune her eyes filled with sudden alarm. Her lips moved but her voice was distorted. It was then Tsukune noticed a thin trail of hot red blood dripping down from his hair.

Moka pulled him to his feet and half dragged, half carried him behind the shelter of a dumpster. She pulled off his helmet and spoke again but Tsukune couldn't make out the words. His head hurt to much. Moka seemed to grow more alarmed by the moment shouting something down either end of alley way every few seconds.

Another Forsaken came, his corpse like appearance hardly phasing Tsukune as he knelt down to examine him. The undead man's jaw worked but Tsukune could understand him anymore than he could Moka. The Forsaken scowled and then back handed Tsukune with his thin rotting hand.

Instantly sound came rushing back as though something had been knocked back into place. Screams and explosions mixed in the air with gun fire all fighting to assert their dominance.

"Can you understand me?" The Forsaken asked.

"Yes," Tsukune replied.

"Good you aren't brain dead," the forsaken replied tossing Tsukune his M7S. "Can you stand?"

Tsukune pushed himself up using the wall for support. His legs shook for a moment before he steadied himself.

"Well then if you can walk you can fight," the Forsaken said turning to leave.

"Are you mad?" Moka snapped. "He needs medical attention!"

"And where would he get it?" The Forsaken asked. "We've got now Aid Station or Head Quarters at the moment. Everyone who can walk fights or dies."

"I thought we were supposed to have support," Tsukune said trying to alleviate the numbness in his arms by rolling his shoulders.

"Hasn't made it yet," the Forsaken replied.

"Well who are you?" Tsukune asked.

"Jacob Weblade," the undead answered. "Medic."

"Well then you're with us I guess," Tsukune said grimly.

Seattle, Alaskan FWY, 2355 hours, A day, Lance Corporal Van Compton, 1st Vanguard Regiment, 2 Battalion, E Company, Second Platoon.

Fire roared down the street as a truck exploded. Shrapnel skipped off the asphalt, as Compton ducked back down into the alley. Second Platoon was back on duty after a few hours rest near noon. The Knights of Trope were advancing quickly north and south through the city. Twitard lines were collapsing all along the city leaving only a few pockets of resistance and rapidly collapsing defense.

Still it hadn't been an easy push, second platoon was down three Knights and had fought for more than six hours total. General Palmer waved them up to the next intersection. A machine gun nest opened up on them from a store front, a rocket silenced the gun in a blast of fire. They stopped to let the tanks accompanying them roll up to catch them.

"So when we getting off the line?" Westwood asked, leaning against a shredded street lamp.

"Stow it Westwood," Garlon growled, slapping a fresh clip into his rifle.

"Texas this is Phoenix Actual do you read? Over."

Compton was taken by some surprise to hear Commander Ranger's voice over his comm system.

"This is Texas Phoenix Actual, we read you over," Palmer answered.

"Texas, Mando's run into heavy resistance near down town and need support. We're coordinating air assets to provide support but they could use some ground support. Can you assist? Over."

"Thats affirmative Phoenix Actual," Palmer replied. "Might need a lift though. Over."

"Copy that," the Commander replied. "Sending a couple of hogs to your position, mount up and roll on through. Phoenix Actual out."

"Great so we gotta save the pre Madonna unit," Westwood muttered.

"Lock it down boy," Garlon growled. "Some one needs our aid, we give it."

It wasn't long before several Pelican's came in dropping off their hogs in the intersection one by one. Two Transport Warthogs, one missile hog, two chain gun hogs, and two Gauss hogs. Second platoon piled into the vehicles with Compton getting on the machine gun of the same hog as Garlon and Westwood.

"Alright people lets roll!" Palmer shouted and the small convoy moved out.

"Total BS," Westwood muttered. "The f*ck can't some other bunch be doing this crap."

"Last warning," Garlon growled.

The Twitards quickly made note of their movements it seemed. The response was sporadic but still threatening. Machine guns, snipers, and RPG's were the common threat they encountered. Against a platoon's worth of warthog's however this disorganized defense was useless.

As they sped north however the defense became more and more concentrated. Compton wondered just what kind of hornets nest the Mandolorians and Irregulars had kicked over.

Seattle, Down Town, Special Forces Youkia Volunteer Irregular regiment Combat Specialist Tsukune Aono, 2402 hours Military time, A +1 day.

"We got another tank!" Some one shouted and Tsukune cursed ducking back into cover.

"Where did they get all this damned armor?" Moka snarled firing off a burst before joining him.

"Russia, China, North Korea, Ebay maybe?" Weblade suggested as bullets ripped past them.

The Irregulars and Mandolorians had hit it hard now. The Twitard's seemed obsessed with crushing their attack with extreme prejudice. The further inland they got the heavy resistance they encountered. Now that resistance included tanks.

A T-72 was rolling down the street blasting away at the Irregulars and Mandolorians while additional Twitard forces moved up behind it to press the counter attack. Tsukune didn't dare move for fear of revealing their position to the tank.

"We need air support now," Moka hissed as the T-72 blasted squad away further up the street.

"To right."

Tsukune looked up in surprise to see Tal and three of his Mandolorians join them.

"Sir," he started.

"Just stay put," the Mandolorian said cutting him off. "I just got of the comm with the cloak wearing nut in space, said he's sending us some help."

"And how long until it gets here?" Weblade asked dryly.

A moment later the tank exploded as a stream of missiles impacted against it. Wreckage showered the Twitards who drew back screaming as AH/G-24 Banshee disengaged its cloak, hovering over the street.

"Right now," Tal replied smartly.

The Banshee continued to launch long streams of missiles down the street sending the Twitards into a hasty retreat. That is until one charged forward with a stinger missile in tow.

"Some one take that fierfek out!" Tal shouted.

A shot roared out and the missile bearing Twitard's head exploded.

"Done," Mizore said walking up behind them with her eye still fixed on the scope.

"Was wondering where you'd gotten to," Tsukune said as the Snow Fairy fired off two more shots into the retreating Twitards.

"Sniping," she replied.

"We're going to need a little more than that to punch through this," Tal muttered.

Then as if on que a stream of Warthogs smashed grills first into the retreating Twitards. Tsukune winced slightly at the sound of crunching bones and screams of terror.

"Evening ladies!" Someone called from the nearest hog.

"Palmer? That you?" Tal shouted back.

"Yep, sorry we're a little late," Joe replied as his driver redirected the hog down the street while the rest pressed the attack. "Traffic was miserable."

"Evening Tsukune, Moka, Mizore," Gin who was on the Hogs chain gun greeted. "The hell happened to your head Tsukune."

"Mortar," Tsukune replied, relieved to see a few friendly faces.

"Joe," Mizore greeted.

"Mizore," Joe said with a smile. "How was Alaska?"

"Lovely," she replied. "A little to many bad guys but the weather was wonderful."

"Reunions later if we could please," Tal stated. "We're still in a War zone and we've got wounded."

"We just punched a hole back to the main line," Joe replied. "Should be secure soon enough. You can take our transport hogs."

"Glad to hear it," Tal said.

"Happy A day plus vone comrades," Nikolai said from the drivers seat.

Ranger24: Yeah seems like a good place to end this chapter today folks. We're entering the home stretch folks. The Boat thing was borrowed from Medal of Honor European Assault. Name the level set in question and you get a cookie. The two main squads have linked up. Not sure if that makes things easier or not. Read and review folks.