Movement Fourteen: Fires of Liberation
Location: Frontier Command
As this place is under hailstone of large-caliber bullets from an AH-1, countless slugs strike on central sector, where the submarine is-good news is it had been hidden under sufficient depth by Captain Sylphid and Captain Kirk, who are piloting on-board. "We gotta get that chopper." Prince, Matrix, Cylon and Commander Specter who's treating his wound are taking shelter form an array of spark-emitting consoles and instruments. A Hellfire missile collapses half of structure, sundries fall like meteorite shower. "They're too passionate to ask for a treat." Price tosses a HK417 to Specter, grabs another one, rushes to front gate, and judiciously takes cover behind it just before a wave of enemy projectiles collides on ironsteel doorplate. Matrix puts out her weapon from a heap of debris, guns down a rashly charging JSDF soldier by an accurate burst-fire, then retracts back as opponents' machineguns are attracted by her actions: "Can I say we are pinned down?" Roar of automobile engine, noise of impingement, enemy machineguns stop after declaration of various light-arms. A black Chevrolet MPV stops right outside gate, its bulletscar-bestrewn surface is a solid evidence of how it crew braved hostiles on their way here. "Right on time." Silver-haired Lieutenant Shura blows down the last JSDF member around. "Enemy chopper!" Everyone spreads away as the AH-1 scraps Chevrolet by its chin-mounted, improved six-barrier gatling-cannon. "Suck this you Jap!" Adama shoulders up a Stinger launcher, but Price says: "It's no use, we need two of them fire synchronously." He activates com-link to issue order. "Affirmative." Skynet, still active at Sector B, responds and executes. He climbs up another main supporting pillar of the wrecked crane with Stinger launcher-for a commando who is actually for underwater missions, this is obviously not easy. Cobra gunship turns around to fire at frontier command again, also to eradicate both organic and inorganic matters in and near it, but two missiles rocket into sky, the first one is dodged by helicopter's emergency zooming, the second one right slices through its tail. A tailless AH-1 falls with uncontrollable circling, clashes on ground on side, rotors are twisted, cutting its internal organs which are scattered around-good kill.
Location: Third Ambush Area
Sunshine of near-noon showers through broken warehouse roof, but does little change to this internal darkness. Kalashnikov jumps out from a slightly rusted steel shelf, gives a JSDF soldier a headshot with a burst-fire then goes to another hide for previous shelter has become target, he keeps low, uses darkness as cover. Enemies are advancing, commando had abandoned a dozen shelves, several shelves behind is where the wounded Ocelot is placed. "Three objects." He throws a grenade to a direction judged by enemy footsteps, follows the explosion, a LAV-25 appears out of the gate, points its barrel inside, this one is equipped with heat vision devices, namely renders any attempts of hiding in darkness is a futility. But before this IFV can use such gadgets, a BGM-71 TOW Anti-Tank Missile impales into its engine compartment, sets off entire vehicle, behind the destroyed LAV-25 are a M1A1 MBT and a M2 IFV purging JSDF dregs. This part of battlefield, just partly relived from frenzied warfare, is once again stuffed by gunshots and blasts. Court Squad, rendezvous with Police Command Squad, also picks up comrades from third ambush area and Sector B, advance to frontier command together. They take the formation of setting vehicles in middle, commandos escort on both sides, slaughter everything and everyone stupid enough to get in their way. Obi blows a JSDF solider who just shoulders anti-tank missile launcher out from a building, then immediately hides behind IFV to avoid get hit by a wave of slugs from another window of the same building. Muzzle of M1A1's cannon fires, lifts all dust nearby, a 120mm HE shell breaches into center of that building, busts it from inside to outside, fragments of concrete and reinforcing steel rain down. Meanwhile M2 fires dozens 25mm armor-piercing incendiary shells, cutting down hostiles hide in other structures. Commandos who are in charge of side-escort, pick up targets missed by vehicles: HK417 and M249 to infantries, Panzerfaust 3 to ground vehicles, FIM-92 Stinger to helicopters, MGL-140 to both infantries and ground vehicles, AS50, above all, eliminates any kind of hostile. JSDF meet their nemesis, one by one their units and emplacements are being rooted out by commandos' superior firepower leaving nothing but scorched corpses, wrecks and ruins. Tank takes another shot, right into a fuel storage forward, results a gigantic mushroom cloud of flame, devours every object surrounding, including a JSDF officer who's shouting "They are too strong! Send more reinforcements immediately! I repeat, send more reinforcements now!" on portable transceiver. Plasma Snake: "We're very close to frontier command, that column of smoke, after the next turn." Deathshead: "They're still sending in reinforcements, arriving now." Commandos overhear a new, huge wave of noise generated by LAV-25s and choppers. Deuterium: "They are too sweet, I don't mind to feed them full with lead."