SEND IN THE REINFORCEMENTS!
Standing on the roof of a neglected building, with boarded windows and eroded walls are four strong men. One man stands with his helmet in his arms and a pair of binoculars. He is unshaven and has long wavy brown hair that blows in the gentle breeze, his hazel eyes stare into the distance and rising smoke filling the beautiful mid-morning summer sky. He wears his armour with iron plates and urban camouflage painted over the top, his pistol sidearm is holstered and his sword sheathed.
"Lieutenant Cornel Stone." He says turning his head to anther man dressed in the same type of uniform. The other walks over and takes off his helmet to reveal his shorter wavy blonde hair. He looks at the one asking for him with his blue eyes as a drip of sweat runs down his neck in the roasting summer heat.
"Yes sir?"
"What's out situation?" he asks turning fully toward the Lieutenant Cornel.
"Well General," Stone answers moving toward a table with a map of the island on it.
"Airborne 6th battalion is spread out; Griffin Company is holding the casino but need reinforcements, their holding off an entire battalion from the Rasiermesser Grenadier. And Chimera Company is holding off another 2 Trojan companies at the bay docks." He points out the locations on the map.
"Eagle Company is cut off in the slums north of that small factory estate over there," he continues, "The battalion's other 2 companies; Fire Tiger and Hell Wolf are in a gunfight in that estate!"
"Have we got any paratroopers ready for battle?" the General queries.
"Yes sir a battalion… but we were going to use them to get a foot hold on the southern peninsula" Stone replies.
"Not any more! I want them dropped in this square here in front of City hall and the Governmental Offices," the general responds pointing out these places on the map.
"And at the same time the Amour armada and 2nd battalion will flank the estate meet up with Eagle Company. Where Eagle with the help of X-Ray Company from 2nd will head south to take the estate while the rest of 2nd and the amour armada while push forward to the square."
"But what about the southern peninsula?" stone asks.
The General stops for a second looks at the Lieutenant Cornel.
"The battle cruisers, artillery and air support will pound 'em! Making it unlikely for them to create a successful offensive!" he tells him with confidence looking directly at him.
"Yes sir," he pauses for a second then continues, "But the offices are in the hands of legiòn Malvada!"
"Yes James, you must remember were fighting all of them at once," he begins pacing the rooftop, "this is now the battle for world supremacy, and they'll be throwing everything they have at us," he takes a long pause looks up at the other 3 men on the roof top and finishes "but The Dreadnaughts will conquer them all!" he roars raising his hand with his helmet high in the air.
"Mar-Zar!" the other men roar the battle cry back at Jason Lennox, the General of the dreadnaughts.
"What's the time?" Jason asks an officer named Mc Arthur
"Eleven hundred sir!" Mc Arthur replies.
"Prepare the offensive for fifteen hundred!" Jason says to James
"Yes sir! Right away sir!" James responds.
1500.
A company of Dreadnaughts soldiers lie in a courtyard surrounded by run down old buildings and places where bums would have slept. Enemies pound lead at them by the bucket load from concealed positions in the neglected buildings and filthy alley ways that lead off the small dank courtyard.
Captain Dean Tyler lies next to the water fountain in the centre of the courtyard. His wavy brown hair can barely been seen with his helmet and his blue eyes look around for his hidden foe. He hears a loud bang and sees the man next to him go limp.
"Medic!" he cries and a medic runs from his position near a small wall commando rolls to his patient where he begins to look for vital signs.
"How is he Ben?" he screams at the medic.
"Captain, he's gone." He replies sincerely.
"Dammit! Private Castle!" he bellows
"Yes sir!" The private replies, popping his head out of the fountain covered in the murky brown water at the bottom of the fountain.
"Kill that prick of a sniper!!! And quickly he's making mince meat of us!" Dean Commands before hearing another loud bang and a soldier cream in agony.
"Medic!" another soldier cries out.
Ben jumps up and runs through the fountain and jumps into a commando roll going into the direction of the screaming wounded as bullets fly within inches of him, fearless he is as his enemies try to end his life.
David Castle lines the enemy sniper who is wreaking havoc on the dreadnaughts caught in the dark filthy courtyard. He takes a breath and nails the enemy in the head.
"Drilled him!" he celebrates
"Nice shooting David!" Dean tells him.
A radioman runs from the safety of cover to Captain Tyler and jumps behind the small rock wall around the fountain.
"Captain! General Lennox wants to talk to you sir!" Austin the radioman tells him still puffed from his journey from cover.
"Thanks lieutenant!" he says picking up the phone and ducking for cover.
"General?" he asks
"Hey Captain! You want some back up there?" Jason asks.
"You bet your ass sir!" Dean Replies.
"Alright then! I got the tank armada and a battalion coming to relieve the stress! They'll be coming from the north!" Jason tells him.
"Yes sir sounds bloody brilliant!"
"Let's mutilate these bastards!!!! Over and out soldier!" he roars.
"Roger that! Over and out General!" he says before giving the phone back to Austin.
He grabs a smoke grenade from his belt.
"Smoking for reinforcement!" he bellows at his men. The smoke grenades are thrown in all directions and the dank courtyard quickly becomes filled with a thick smoke cloud and the sounds of the enemy's sporadic gunfire fill the ears of Dean's now low-lying men.
The enemy continues to spray and pray through the smoke drenched courtyard and the sound of the bullets hitting the far walls echoes throughout. The loud thumps are heard by all until the sound changes to a ping. The shots are ricocheting off something metal, and through the thick haze of smoke the silhouette of a tank begins to fill the courtyard and Dean smiles at the sight of the mighty vehicle.
Heavy machine gun fire hits the tank from the window of the second story of one of the surrounding buildings. The tank's turret and cannon begin to turn, begins to bring the end to the enemy. With a ground shaking blast, the heavy machine gunfire ceases and a swipe team begins going through the abandoning builds that make up the courtyard walls.
The smoke beings to dissipate and a figure walks toward Dean. A man, a man who has similar facial features as Dean. He is unshaven, wavy brown hair and blue eyes. The man smiles at dean lying on the ground.
"Boy am I glad to see your ugly face!" Dean says to the approaching comrade.
"Well little brother I'm not the one who got surrounded in a courtyard and couldn't get out!" he says smirking.
"Well that's cause you big brother, can't handle the paratroopers!" Dean replies quickly
They both smile and pat each other on the back before on of Captain Aaron Tyler's men come over and interrupts.
"Captains, we have annihilated them!" Aarons second in charge Kyle tells them.
And all Dreadnaught soldiers in the area roar the battle cry "Mar-Zar!"
"So what's my orders Captain?" dean asks turning toward his brother.
"Your coming south with me to kill the now surrounded enemy troops in the northern part of that Industrial estate with help of Fire Tiger and Hell Wolf from the south!" he tells Dean.
"Where is the rest of you battalion heading?" Dean inquires.
"To the Governmental offices to meet up with the 4th Airborne Battalion"
"But they were going to attack the south peninsula!" Dean says shocked.
"Yeah but Jason decided to get you guys free and get a main objective in the same move" Aaron explains.
"Fair enough! Well let's go kill these Bastards!"
Bay Docks 1600
A company of Dreadnaught Soldiers face off against numerous Trojan Army soldiers on the far side of the dock. both sides are hidden behind crates and wrecked vehicles and apart from the crates and vehicle the Trojan's hide behind sturdy shields. Both sides are letting loose a barrage of small arms fie and rocket propelled grenades at each other.
Captain Evan Stonebrook of the Dreadnaughts lies with his rifle in hand behind a crate. His green eyes shine trough the eye slits of his helmet and his black hair is cut short so can't be seen.
"Get me HQ on the phone right now Private Williams!" he bellows the order at him.
"Yes sir right away!" Private Tim Williams replies.
Evan turns to a comrade firing a light machine gun
"Reggie!" he screams at him but he doesn't answer, he just keeps firing, "God Dammit! Sergeant!"
"What!?" Reggie screams after ceasing fire.
"Take your platoon and get in that alley way!! They're coming round!!! Nail any of these pricks that comes that way!" he commands him.
"Yes sir!" he says before turning to his platoon, "Alright second Platoon in that alley way!" pointing at the dingy gap in between the buildings
"Captain! Jason's on the line!" he screams to be heard over the battle going on around him.
"Ok thanks!" he says picking up the radio, "General!"
"Captain Stonebrook! I'm sending a company of sentinel walkers your way with the addition of half a battalion infantry for reinforcement!" he tells the captain.
"Thank you sir!" he says with relief.
"After you're troops re-equip I want your company with Skippy, Road Kill to take those high rise flats on the other side if the docks." he explains, "the sentinels will assist you!"
"Yes sir! We will be sleeping in those flats tonight sir!" he replies with confidence.
"Fucking hope so… I don't think anyone got sleep on that ship! Anyway over and out soldier!" he finishes.
"Over and out sir!" he says before handing the radio back to Tim.
Rockets and chain gunfire come from behind Evan and his men, they look back to find sentinel walkers firing at the enemy. They receive heavy gunfire, some of their men jump into the bay, some run away and the rest die!