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Posted 19 November 2008 - 11:39 PM

Oured, Osea 5:00PM, Sunday

Yannic was walking down the streets on Patrol for the Rebel Army rebuilding commission when he began to feel a rumbling on the ground. It was nothing major, just enough to make some of the goods on the many market stands in this dusty city to shake, and fall onto the ground. To his left, he saw what was the Once great Oured Government Sector. 4 square Kilometers of Bureaucracy, Military Structures, and Black Gold Headquarters. Osea, had in its day when this world was young been one of the strongest nations on the Earth. Its YF-23 Fighters, which the Rebel Army, one of its many sucessor states still used soared among the skies, still showing that after 60 years, (2.5 IRL years) Osean Engineering was some of the best in the world. Dyrden Silo, once the home of the now antique Soyuz Missiles stood derelict, and abandoned, or atleast to the naked Eye. Yannic had heard that for decades, when Osea was in remission, its Royal Family, President, and much of its Government would hide in extensive underground tunnels around the nation. Rumors, for the most part were true, even in Realm, and parts of the RA, massive tunnel complexes, underground Cities in some of the more complex area's were being discovered. He had heard that one team had been lost for 11 weeks underground, and barely survived, their tattered bodies only made it to the surface after an extensive search had been made. He also knew that there was life down there. The Government denied it, but he had seen it happen before. Only Six years ago a Osean Task force had emerged, and attacked many nations around the world, attempting to reclaim what was once theirs. The Rumbling began to increase, and Yannic heard screams, and a massive roar. Dyrden, came to life. A Missile, a massive one at that took off, and began to pierce the heavens.

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He heard gunfire, and began to run towards the nearest checkpoint. This was not in the recruitment manuals.

OOC: Lavo knows I am back, just RP a response to the Missile firing, and nothing more, you have no Idea about gunfire, or anything else for the moment.

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Posted 20 November 2008 - 12:31 AM

Yannic continued to run, and noticed something out of the Corner of his eye. It was a metal hulk, moving, he continued to run, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins making him run faster as the gunfire picked up even more. He felt a bit of pain go in his leg, and something warm running down it. It did not matter, he had to get to the checkpoint. He was within view, and saw his comrades, they were calling out his name, but he tripped. Something was wrong, he began to shift his body weight around, when he saw that Metal hulk approaching him. A Sabra Tank, he had not seen one, but he had heard. They were antique, before the days of Rebel Army, and almost every nation in existence, except Duestchland of course, the Sabra had ruled the plains of Africa. It began to rumble over him, and he rolled to avoid its tracks. Thank god he was thin, his nose barely missed the bottom of the chassis. The Heat was unbearable, but it was quickly over. He blacked out, and awoke a few hours later. He looked around, and noticed he was in a Medical Tent. An Odd Coat of Arms was hanging over him, and the blankets all had this weird insignia. He looked around, and finally saw something out of the History Books, and something countless of the people had painted on the walls.


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He heard someone speaking in a language that everyone had said forgotten, and outlawed, then a Man walked up, and began to speak in Hebrew. "Why did you fire at us? We did not shoot at you until you shot at us. We will patch you up, but then you leave" in a broken Accent, it was hard to understand, but he got the basic jist, and nodded.

6 Hours later, a truck carrying 8 Wounded began to head towards the Border of the Occupied Osea Zone. Casualties were not wanted, but a few happened. If only people were not spooked so easily..........

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The Rocket, oddly enough sat in Orbit, and looked harmless, as if it had just been a launch to gain surprise.

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