Operation Black Dawn
Mission 15 - Overwhelming Firepower
September 29 - 1995/December 1096
Ten minutes until reinforcements
"The Organization of American States' Doctrine involves taking a bunch of AA guns and using them to mow down Noddies. Literally nothing comes after."
- The Handy Peacekeeper's Guide to GDI Members
Staff Sergeant D. Ornan [Organization of American States - United States] - Skies near Chernobog - Dated September 29, 1995
"We're almost there, boys." I took a look at the map I've been watching for a while now. As much as I hoped it to never happen, someone made a joke out of my statement.
"Give us about... Oh, I dunno, ten years?" A snicker developed in response to that. Turning my head towards the back of the Chinook, I looked at a Private who was holding in a laugh. "Private, you better get off your seat and tell me what's funny about waiting ten years to get to our destination!" That was half-serious. I wasn't hopin' for him to stand up. Thankfully, he got the joke and just answered from his seat.
"Sir, I'll be having a wife and kids by then! And somehow, on this Chopper too!" He answered, with the whole Chinook bursting into immature laughter for no reason. I guess that's just what being late does to you. Though, in the midst, one of the soldiers joined in. "I'll be your wife, as long as you ain't no Signal Corps bastard!" The voice - female, yes - shouted.
I just turned my head back to the map. The grunts were laughing to take the pain of waiting away. I couldn't wait until we got through this. Because the Initiative Armed Forces have one unofficial motto - "I can't wait to meet new places, just to kill some people there." - not the best motto but it works for this specific entry. I looked into the Pilots' corner in the cockpit and spoke to them over the radio to drown out the Grunts laughing and the heli blades.
"What's the mission?" I asked, holding onto one of those transport grips hung to stand on. The pilots answered back rather simply. "Get in, offload the reinforcements, then evacuate the original guys." Now hold on. Weren't we supposed to go back to base too? "What? Do we have to stay behind?" I brought up, leaning in closer to the cockpit to hear the pilots.
"Yeah," he says. "Brigadier-General says that we've got to get you guys exploring this place." He pauses and then shakes his head. "No idea why."
"Fuckin' great." I responded. The pilots chuckled. The co-pilot responded first to my comment. "Too right mate. Soon enough and we'll be forced to eat kids." The co-pilot's comment earned some light disgust from the actual pilot, but he let it slide. So did I. I just didn't need to feel disgusted about it. I just wanted to get over with this operation. I'd rather not get my balls stolen in combat, thank you very much.
I turn back to the rest of the soldiers within the Chinook after talking to the pilots. I see some of them loading their weapons and some even cleaning the barrels of their gun. As a game, I individually listed the weapons that everyone was using, just to pass the time. I saw two FALs* among a contingent of Dutch soldiers from the Allied Nations. They picked an oldie.
Moving my eyes, I found some Brazilian soldiers inspecting their IA5* battle rifles. A new rifle slated to replace the old Brazilian variant of the M16 after issues with Venezuelan body armor during the Dirty Fights* back in '92. The IA5 was designed by none other than Sig Sauer, the same company that produced the P220 series for the... UN Secretariat. Yeah, I wish I was joking.
And another count later, and I found soldiers assembling AR-18 rifles. Those were the ones from Liberia. And the last group my eyes fell on was the Indonesian Army. They were using a local variant of the FAL, the SS1. Inherited from Dutch stocks when they declared independence in '54 and left the Dutch colonial sphere. And I watched the lone Russian in the unit...
...And he had a fucking AN-94. It was usually used by Russian Tan Berets, but I guess he got one from a Tan Beret veteran, given that I saw wear and tear on its frame and a shitton of chips and scratches.
"Men and women." I addressed the soldiers on the helicopter. "We've got orders. Though, I didn't exactly get them..." I lamented. The rest of the soldiers probably agreed. They were probably wondering what Command was doing not addressing our orders properly. I wasn't sure how they were going to feel, so I waited for them to ask. They... didn't. Instead, they stared at me and wondered what the fuck was going on.
I sighed. Oh well, time to face the music.
"Right, so as we all know, one of our objectives is to provide reinforcements for the units," I say as I flip down the TV screen - usually on every GDI aircraft - that displayed the city now named 'Chernobog' from decrypted Russian, with gold GDI blips and blue friendly blips being besieged by red blips that kept rushing at them and not stopping. Now, normally, I do training. Now? I do briefings.
"This is the Transport Unit," I positioned my finger towards the blip with the designation 'TRANSPORT UNIT - GROUNDED' next to it. "And these are our enemies," I moved my finger toward the source of the red blips. I then moved the map to our location by zooming out and homing in on us. "And here we are, Falcon Unit," I say as our gold blips displayed the following names;
'FALCON 1 - VEHICLE TRANSPORT UNIT'
'FALCON 2 - INFANTRY TRANSPORT UNIT'
And then I zoomed out and homed back on Chernobog. "We will be deploying at this location," the TV screen then displayed a beeping circle that read 'FALCON 2 LANDING SPOT' and then I zoomed out into the frontlines. "And Falcon 1 will be deployed here." I added another beeping circle that read 'FALCON 1 LANDING SPOT'. Then it zoomed to the sieging frontlines with text displaying our objectives.
"Our objectives are to set up a mortar position at the rear line," A golden circle with the text 'OBJECTIVE 1' next to it blared. "Well, not us us, but you get the point," I added before another golden circle with text was displayed. This time, it read 'OBJECTIVE 2'. "We will be reinforcing the frontlines by adding to the wall of guns, in the meantime," Another circle was added, with the final addition of 'OBJECTIVE 3'.
"Falcon 1 will drop off vehicles at its landing spot and have them reinforce our backs. As of now, we have six armored vehicles," The TV screen transitioned to a list of vehicles. Four M113s and two SIDAMs. While it was hilariously underpowered, it wasn't inefficient so he let it slide. "Four M113 Armored Personnel Carriers, and two SIDAM anti-air guns, who will be supporting our rear line via fire support."
The screen then showed icons representing vehicles. "Afterwards, the Transport Unit will book it out of there," I sighed as I prepared to drop a wham on them. "However, we will be staying behind." I prepared for a shitstorm in terms of speaking... And surprisingly did not get that. Just murmurs and questions. The most prevalent one was "Well, why didn't they inform us earlier?"
Yeah turns out that Command didn't exactly come up with orders before sending us. Well, correction, they had orders but had no idea how to proceed with them. So that left us with being tasked to sweep and clear a city deader than a serial killer's basement. But, well, now that we had an objective that wasn't to support the guys in the front, I didn't know what to do.
At least the Pilots were kind enough to warn me of that so I didn't turn and accuse them of treason when they just did their job.
"They came up with the order only just after we left, and didn't exactly have time to send the details to us, weirdly. Hell, I only got this info from the pilots. I had to set up briefing this all by myself, by the way." I deadpanned. "You can thank these newfangled TV Screens for that." I pointed my thumb at the screen still displaying our objectives.
After I mentioned that Command only came up with it on the fly, complaints turned just to whispers. They weren't mean-spirited, just irritated with Command not giving them proper orders after they had supported friendlies just after they took off to support their friendlies. At least they weren't tearing into Command's ass for coming up with the orders on the fly.
"Any questions?" I asked, still holding onto the helicopter guard rails. The soldiers all shook their heads and finished readying their firearms. "That's what I thought. Get ready and set for contact. Got that?" I asked. They responded quite vividly and aggressively.
"Sir, yes sir!"
I smiled. We didn't exactly come up with plans nor had the greatest idea on how to refine them. But I was faithful that we'd be able to beat this.
"Approaching in five minutes." I heard the pilots say. "We're nearly there, guys, have faith." He continued. Someone responded. Though I wasn't exactly able to take a good look at them, the voice did have devotion. "I do, mister pilot! I'm going out there to fuckin' kill 'em all! I'm from Manila, and I say kill 'em!" And that started an echoing war cry throughout the Chinook.
"I'm from Buenos Aires, and I say kill 'em all!"
"I'm from Den Haag, and I say kill 'em all!"
"I'm from Sankt-Petersburg, and I say kill 'em all!"
That was repeated at least multiple times to fire themselves up as the helicopter steadily approached the landing zone. Turning my head to the windows, I took a look at where our landing zone would be, and I saw smoke in the distance. Smoke that could only have come from a dead, rotting, and mobile city such as this. "Jesus. This place is burning." One of the soldiers commented as he looked down on the smoke bellowing from down below.
"Makes you think we're living in Moscow in the 1950s," the Russian with an AN-94 added. "The city's burning, and it's Goodbye Forever." He finished, staring over at his window to see the city burn. There was a discussion sparked by what happened here. One of the guys who started it took a good look at it and noticed the shit going on down there at the same time I did.
"Look. There's movement down there." They mentioned. "They're... breaking and looting, not surprising." Another one added. "It's just like Operation Uphold Democracy. Back in '91. Total shitshow if you've never heard of it. Be glad that you've never heard of it." A third one continued.
"Think we'll be re-hashing Uphold Democracy?" A Brazilian soldier asked, curious. "Just saying. I enjoyed the peacekeeping parts of Uphold Democracy. Which is why I volunteered to join the IDAP contingent there..." He sighed. "I'd rather carry boxes than shoot kids." He lamented. One of the GDI soldiers put his hand on the Brazilian's shoulder and reassured him.
"It's okay, buddy. We'll get to saving people again."
"I hope so..."
The conversations slowly died down as the helicopter pilots spoke up. "One minute, guys. Prepare your weapons." And at that everyone was grabbing their rifles. The Brazilians got their IA5 rifles, Dutchmen with their FALs, Liberians with their AR-18s, Indonesians with their SS1 rifles, and that one Russian dude with an AN-94. The ramp opened and the soldiers stood up to prepare.
The moment they nearly hit the ground, the pilots gave the signal.
"Green light! Green light!" And then the light in the cabin turned green.
I was the first to jump out as I ran and hit the ground, M3 rifle in hand.
I turned my head towards the infantry line where the guys were firing at the VNSAs with their allies. Moving my hand in a 'Move There' motion, I shouted to accompany it and to get the attention of the guys.
"Move, move! The infantry's over there!" I shouted, then not regretting it as a swarm of GDI Weapons Squad infantry poured. Each Weapons Squad had one squad leader, two machine gun teams, and two anti-armor/anti-air teams. I was one of the squad leaders. I positioned myself near the cover, which was an overturned car. Leaning over, I aimed my M4 at the enemy and opened up.
"WE'RE FRIENDLIES!" I shouted to the allies who turned to see the weapons squads take cover to support them. "UNITED NATIONS PEACEKEEPERS! WE'RE HERE TO HELP!" I shouted before one of the weapons teams put the machine gun on a car and simply let loose. The machine gun teams all had the same weapon, an IA25*. It has a 7.62x51mm cartridge. And the anti-armor/anti-air teams had M72A7 LAWs.
The machine gun teams let loose upon the hordes, while the rocketeer teams dealt with... drones. Huh. I had seen a lot today. But I didn't let that get in the way of me moving from cover to cover to link up with the Commando in charge of the operation. As I moved, I heard the tracks and engines of APCs going off. Looking behind me, I saw the M113s disembarking their mortar teams, and the SIDAMs getting into position. And then our transport returned to the base to stand by until we were needed or requested evacuation.
So, I looked back at the APCs and SPAAGs.
And they had speakers on their hulls. Really loud high-quality ones. Connected to Bluetooth.
Bugger.
When I moved near the cover, the SIDAMs had begun playing music through their speakers to hype the troops up in combat. I had to say, their song choice wasn't half bad. It was from this obscure band I discovered while surfing the net back in '92. And, well...
"We didn't start the Fire!" The song blared out as the autocannons on the SIDAMs and the Mortar teams fired at the approaching forces. When I finally got to cover to link up with the Commando, I dove into cover as the autocannons and mortars accompanied by rockets and machine guns deafened the entire line. Well, not GDI soldiers. But their allies.
Looking at him, I spoke up in question as I adjusted my helmet after it covered my eye when I dove into cover.
"ARE YOU COLONEL KLEPACKI?!" I asked, shouting as loud as possible. Even though he could hear me. Eh, at least I try.
"Hahaha! That's right!" He responded, pulling the charging handle on his rifle and firing back. "I assume you're reinforcements?" He asked, looking at me with the patented Commando Stare and his Tan Beret.
"Yes, sir!" I responded, popping out of cover to open fire. I'm fairly certain I hit one of them in the head and they almost got back up. But a second bullet hit them. "Are the non-uniformed militants our friendlies?!" I added, opening fire in a burst.
"Yep!" He threw a C4 charge at a long distance and detonated it as it landed on the ground, causing multiple VNSA casualties. "Our friendlies call themselves RI! Arr-Eye! And our enemy is-" He interrupted himself as he fired his sniper rifle. "Our enemy is called Reunion! They're identified by their double-helix armband symbol! Shoot on sight!" He turned back to his scope and shot a Reunion terrorist in the stomach.
I turned to my right and saw a figure with a midriff-showing uniform, and a young woman with an M9 pistol. I spoke to them as I reloaded my rifle. "You're from RI, right?!" I shouted over the loud music and weapons fire that deafened them. They did manage to hear me, miraculously enough.
"Yes! Who the hell are you and what the hell are those?! Are you using guns?!" The young woman with an M9 answered. The one with a midriff and a whip was busy covering her ears and probably waiting for the noise to die down. I responded to the pistol-wielding woman.
"FIRST ANSWER; UNITED NATIONS PEACEKEEPERS! SECOND ANSWER; SIDAM ANTI-AIRCRAFT GUNS! THIRD ANSWER; YES, WE ARE!" I responded, slamming the bolt release on my rifle. "I'M STAFF SERGEANT DORNAN! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!" I ask, before stumbling back a bit because an arrow almost hit my head. I shrugged it off and continued to shoot back.
"Jessica!" She responded, firing off retaliatory shots at the Reunion snipers. "What the hell-" she added before explosions rippled through the sky and combed through Reunion forces. "Did you bring artillery?!" She shouted.
"Yes! Mortar teams!"
"W-Why are they so loud?!" She commented, ducking as the mortars continued to fire and fire.
"Because that's how we use them!" I responded, firing in bursts. "We keep killin' 'em!" I continued to fire in bursts.
I kept continuing until she shouted again. "DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE THIS LOUD?!"
"Yep! We've got two AA guns, so keep 'em hosed!"
"How many mortars do you even have?!"
"Two!"
As I shouted, the shell bombardment stopped. Ah, here it is. I thought. They've finally run out. I nearly cursed, but we had a protocol for this in the pre-flight briefing.
"Infantry Unit this is Mortar Team," The voice of the Mortar Team commander spoke up. "We are out of ammunition. I repeat we are out of ammunition. We're going back to the APC, over."
"Roger that, Mortar Team. Stay safe. Out."
"You too, Infantry Unit. Out."
The firing stopped from the MG teams as they came with the bad news. But it was expected, they were MG Teams after all.
"Sarge, uh," One of the Indonesians spoke up. "My MG's overheated. Can't quick-change the barrel."
"Fall back and stay behind the SIDAMs," I responded. "Change barrel when you're safe. Repeat this message to the other MG Teams. Out."
"Got that, Sarge. Out."
The fire slowly died out as there were fewer Reunion... well, terrorists, I guess. Eventually, they stopped.
"Weather's clearing up," Colonel Klepacki muttered. "We can probably get out of here." He finished.
"Well, the Transport Unit's there. Go."
The Colonel and his unit alongside the pilot, began to move towards the now un-grounded helicopter that hid behind a building away from the fighting, I turned to look at his allies.
"Sorry for the rude entry," I commented. "I'm Staff Sergeant Ornan. United Nations." I extended my hand to the... well, midriff-woman. With Jessica behind her with an M9.
"Dobermann. I assume you know where we come from?"
"No."
She bit her lip for a moment, and sighed. "I noticed that. Well, I suppose I should offer you my thanks anyway. Your..."
"Pilot. The guy with you was a pilot."
"Your pilot was a massive help to the Doctor and I." She extended her hand out. "I'm impressed that he can survive an arrow to the head. Do you people also do that?"
"Yeah. It's a pain in our ass."
"Whatever the case, he was one of the greatest. I've never seen a Danese fighter as ferocious as him. Hell, he was even fluent in Victorian." Okay, now these confused me. But I kept quiet as I didn't exactly want to start asking questions. Maybe later. "Give him my thanks on behalf of the Doctor."
They were probably on the same objective as us. HVT extraction. So, I didn't really find it odd they called the important guy a Doctor. I thought maybe he was a researcher.
And he probably was.
"No problem, Ma'am. I will."
"Now we just need-"
The conversation stopped as I smelled smoke.
"What...?"
I turned my head to see the street corner that the RI and GDI infantry were facing. Now filling with more hordes of Reunion terrorists.
And just to shit on my luck, the AA guns reported their guns were overheated and couldn't be used.
"This is AA unit to Infantry Unit, barrel's cooked. We're going to fall behind and let the APCs do our job. Over."
I snarled as I heard that on the radio, but bit my lip. There was another attack, and the APCs were about half the firepower the SIDAMs had. Regardless, they were the best fit for the job.
"AA Unit, message received. Get out of there. Out."
"Roger. Out."
And I crouched back into cover, popping Reunionites left and right. I wasn't the best shot with an M3, but I was pretty good.
"Sarge..." I heard one of the soldiers next to me - one with binoculars, so I knew something was bad - reported. "I... I think they've got a leader! And she's fucking approaching!" The man dropped his binoculars and picked up his IA5, opening fire.
"What?" Jessica asked, before fumbling her M9 and eventually returning fire.
At the mention of a potential leader, everyone from RI - I could tell based on lack of GDI Uniforms - got back up and prepared to defend. And there I was, with an M3 Eliminator.
"Sir! I see her!" One of the Dutch soldiers mentioned.
We all diverted our eyes to the figure who appeared to be leading the Reunion attack. I... well, looking at her immediately put my mind on alert status. She carried a huge sword, and an orange armband with a double-helix symbol. Raising my gun, I shouted into the radio. "ALL GDI UNITS! AIM AT HVT! DESIGNATED RN1!" I shouted, hurriedly moving backwards. I tuned my radio to the radio of the APCs.
"Aim .50 Cals!"
"Firing!"
Just then, the firing line opened fire on her with extreme prejudice. A variety of calibers, from 6.8, 5.56, 12.7, and 7.62 all fired at RN1 and her infantry.
To our horror, however, she seemed to be taking it and withstanding. This... well, this reminded me of the Giant Ant incursions* when I was but a Private. Those things could tank massed rifle fire and could only be destroyed by tank or autocannon.
"Holy shit, what the hell is this woman made of?!" One of the Brazilians asked, retreating while reloading as the APCs reversed. "Ant Chitin?!"
"PROBABLY!" Another soldier responded.
Just then, she extended her arm out... and it was an orange sickly glow that emanated from it.
My eyes widened.
"ALL UNITS! FALL BACK!" I shouted, immediately doing a 180 and running back while the APCs and RI Operators continued to unload.
Unfortunately, not all soldiers fell back. That tidbit of information was given to me when I saw one of the Brazilian soldiers get hit in the face with a fireball. Surprisingly, he didn't die immediately.
"FUCKING-" He shouted, still shooting while burning. "NODDIES DON'T HAVE FLAME ENERGY FROM THEIR HANDS! WHAT THE FUCK?!"
It then dawned on me that even though this woman did have flame powers, they probably could still hold the line against her. If only the fact I came to that conclusion because one single Brazilian didn't immediately get scorched alive. Noddie Flamethrower troops did far more damage, and Flame tanks? Well I'm surprised he survived.
Though he did mention that he was still burning.
Fun times.
I dragged my ass over to meet the RI team. I had decided that since we were going to stay here and explore the area as part of an 'Operation Uphold Democracy'-type operation on steroids, I had to get our allies to safety by holding them off until they could run.
"HEY! DOBERMANN!" I shouted, ducking as arrows and swordsmen charged at the infantry. One almost jumped over me, but a bullet to the head silenced that. "I NEED YOU TO GET YOUR TEAM, AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
"THAT WAS OUR OBJECTIVE ANYWAY!" She shouted, before smacking a Reunion terrorist with her whip so hard they immediately died. "WE'LL FIND A WAY! WHAT ABOUT YOU?!"
"WE'LL HOLD THEM OFF! GO!"
I turned my rifle back to shooting at Reunion as the RI team finally got the hint and booked out of there. Well, slowly, at least. As Jessica and Dobermann were the first to get up and-
Holy hell, was that a Knight? And did she just shieldbash some Reunion fucker?
Huh. There was more to RI than I thought.
Maybe this time I wouldn't save those thoughts to my head like I always do.
At least I wouldn't get an arrow to my eye.
"OH SON OF A-"
Leader Talulah [Reunion Movement] - Chernobog - Dated ?, 1096
"OH SON OF A-"
The cries and music of these new people resonated through her mind as she... started to feel puzzled. When W had informed her that she would not be able to pursue the Rhodes Island team, she thought that maybe they must have delayed her. At that point she would have dismissed her as useless to the operation, but she stopped once she mentioned that Rhodes Island brought "someone new" onto the field.
Well, come reports of repeated bombardment from the rest of the Ringleaders, and maybe she realized that they did bring something new to the field. And she had to go out to see for herself.
When she came across the battlefield, she was not exactly shocked to see her so-called 'Allies' massacred en masse. No, what actually shocked - and eventually puzzled - her was the assailants.
When she approached, she heard sounds. Loud ones.
'Is that music...?'
Talulah couldn't help but put on the most confused expression upon hearing music. It reminded her of metal, but the lyrics were too loud for her to recognize. And she continued approaching it.
When she finally did, she - or, rather, someone else - felt her eyes widen at the sight of a line of tan-dressed men, all firing at her 'allies'. Backed by four vehicles equipped with firearms.
In fact, everyone was equipped with a firearm. That raised the possibility that these were Blacksteel Mercenaries. Though, that fall flat once she took a good look at them and found that they were all too standardized for mercs.
In fact, not just too standardized. They were well-equipped. With vehicles like that, one could only reach some conclusions. And they were not good.
So when they trained their guns on her - then fired- Talulah did the reasonable reaction she always had. She tried to burn someone alive. Much to her own surprise, the man didn't immediately burn. Instead he erupted into flame... and kept shooting. Ignoring the pain.
Now, when she had done this. They stopped retreating and began to hold. While Rhodes Island continued their efforts to get their target out of Chernobog. Perhaps they were more confident in their ability to survive.
...Or they were committed to their allies of convenience.
Whatever the case, Talulah only had one simple command.
"Kill them."
And the Reunion horde... continued attacking. Only to get torn apart by gunfire. Sighing in extreme irritation, Talulah began making strides towards these bastards. Perhaps she'd be able to take them down before the pain got to her too much.
As she approached them, she went to slash through one of the soldiers with her sword. Raising it, she brought the might of the Reunion movement upon the soldier. However, while she intended to bisect him, he shielded his torso and got one of his arms cut off instead.
To her surprise, instead of acting in horror and surprise like anyone else would... The soldier continued holding his grip on the rifle and firing it her way. In fact, she could hear what he said in response.
In a perfectly fluent Victorian accent.
"Oh fuck you! You just cut off my wanking arm!" The soldier shouted, before continuing to shoot at her with a single hand.
She raised her sword to do another slash, but was stopped when a rocket hit her in the face. The rocket surprisingly did a fair lot of damage to her, even causing her to shield herself for a bit.
"Bitch's stalled! Hit her with another law!" She heard a voice shout, and turned to the origin.
A man had disposed of a tube that was presumably the rocket launcher. And grabbed another one. She charged at him, sword raised. This time, she had nothing to oppose her.
She raised while charging at him, and slashed.
To her shock, the man grabbed the rocket launcher tube and used it to absorb the slash. Before grabbing another one... and hitting her face dead-center with it.
"Hit her with another one!"
She got back up after nearly dropping her sword. Battered and tattered, she stared at her assailants. And she had enough.
She screamed as she let out another attempt at charging. This time, she was to use her sword as a spear. And she succeeded, managing to hit... Not a soldier, but one of their vehicles. She managed to penetrate its rather weak armor, and in response, it detonated.
The soldiers scattered, still firing at her.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" They shouted.
"She ganked an APC! Fall back!"
"FUCKING- KILL HER!"
These cries, however, were silenced when a particular shout - one that irritated her - climbed out amongst the frontlines.
"Friendlies have retreated!"
'Did... did I let RI go?!' 'She' shouted angrily in her own thoughts. 'Goddamnit!' She added, nearly dropping her sword.
All of this fighting. All of this exhausting mess. Trying to cleave through the soldiers, only to be met with... with human robots...
And it ended with her targets escaping?!
Enraged, Talulah backed away as her newfound assailants continued.
She's already taken enough damage. And staying here would have been useless with what little she achieved. So, she chose to retreat. Staying here was only going to whittle her down and uselessly delay the operation to seize the RI Operators. However, she did want to pull off one last move.
In order to prevent these soldiers from pursuing her, she gave one last order to the remaining Reunion units still on the field.
"Kill them."
And with that, she sheathed her sword, and had retreated as the gunfire decimated her 'allies'. She had lost this time, as much as she was afraid to admit it. Even if she destroyed one of their vehicles, she still lost Rhodes Island.
Someday she would get Rhodes Island.
Someday...
Someday...
'Humanity has always been flawed, and wicked beyond comprehension.' She muttered to herself.
'But these... these showed true strength. I wonder...just who are you?'
Unbeknownst to her, W also thought of the same thing.
Just with a far more... 'active' way to find them.
Notes:
FAL - Fusil Automatique Léger. Standard rifle of the Allied Nations from 1944-1989. 7.62x51mm battle rifle that was first developed after the rapid technological development of the late 1920s, and adopted after the EM-1 was slated for replacement in 1942. Eventually the FAL itself was replaced by the M3 Eliminator in 1990. However the FAL is still used by the Allied Army.
IA5 - The Brazilian designation of the Sig Sauer M5 Spear. It was adopted after Venezuelan infantry gained better Body Armor from their Nod benefactors. In response, Brazil wanted a gun that could reliably hit through Venezuelan polymer armor. Sig Sauer delivered. Chambered in 6.8mm Rio.
IA25 - The Brazilian designation of the Sig Sauer M250 SAW. Adopted at the same time as the IA5 when Brazil wanted a lighter machine gun platform to support its unit while having armor penetration, it was adopted in 1992. It is chambered in 6.8mm Rio. However, most troops use the 7.62x51mm configuration.
Dirty Fights - Venezuela's (Nod) border conflicts with the Organization of American States (GDI) that facilitated Nod's hold over Venezuela. It ended in a stalemate when neither Venezuela nor the OAS made any meaningful change.
Giant Ant Incursions - 1965-1972. Giant Ants mutated by nuclear fire from the Second World War start attacking GDI units stationed near the nuclear wasteland of Moscow. Total GDI Victory. Giant Ants exterminated after Queen burned alive.
Author's Notes:
Holy FUCK I wasn't able to finish my other project due to writer's block. So I decided to update this instead. I promised to update OBD, but I'll have to delay it because I have massive writer's block for that fic. As for this? Probably can continue it. In the meantime, GDI and Nod will be doing too much trolling on the world of Terra now that they've had their lasting impact.
And to the reviewer who asked about NCID, yes. It basically works like an Oripathy Infection. But the Originium - or in this case, Tiberium - is green. They aren't very nice to each other biologically. Or, well, 'biologically'. They'll try to cancel each other out. Much to the pain and resentment of the body. Also, forgive me if my depictions of the ringleaders or Talulah comes across as OOC. I've picked up AK after getting stuck. And I still have a lot to catch up upon.
In the meantime, I'll try to overcome my writer's block either by working on this fic before OBD, or OBD before this fic. Regardless, I hope to apologize for my lethargy and belatedness. School's been a mean bitch.
See y'all next chapter.