[Markus Wilding]

(translated from German)
"12 minutes, boys! God be with you!"

The pilot sent a transmission to the nearest Promised Land airport asking for permission to land several B-25 planes from the USB.

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N Reeki, on Dec 9 2008, 07:15 AM, said:

(translated from German)
"12 minutes, boys! God be with you!"

The pilot sent a transmission to the nearest Promised Land airport asking for permission to land several B-25 planes from the USB.

They were directed to a military base with sufficient capability to accomodate the B-25's, just outside the desert they had come to train in.

[Markus Wilding]

A man in Oberstes Korps. desert uniform stepped out of one of the B-25's/ He looked around for an official...

[Subtleknifewielder]

N Reeki, on Dec 9 2008, 11:21 AM, said:

A man in Oberstes Korps. desert uniform stepped out of one of the B-25's/ He looked around for an official...

Seeing as it was a military base, and that these were guests from a foreign military, none other than the base commander came to meet them.

"Captain Harold Wren, commander of this base. Welcome to Fort Lost." He chuckled. "You'll have to forgive the name--someone thought they were being funny, naming a fort something like this on the edge of the desert."

[Markus Wilding]

"Of course. I Sergeant Dell of Oberstes Korps squad A." Dell spoke broken English of course, being German. "Rest of Korps on ships, waiting permission to move out and get mission."

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N Reeki, on Dec 9 2008, 12:01 PM, said:

"Of course. I Sergeant Dell of Oberstes Korps squad A." Dell spoke broken English of course, being German. "Rest of Korps on ships, waiting permission to move out and get mission."

"Permission granted, Sergeant," Captain Wren replied. "Just watch out for heat exhaustion and heat stroke. If you need it, our base is well-equipped with water to deal with such problems."

That being said, he saidspoke what they needed to hear. "Permission to disembark and proceed with your mission is granted."

[Markus Wilding]

The rest of squad A and squads B, C and D got out, many talking in German to each other, laughing and making jokes. (OOC: anything said by Dell or Graff is translated from German) "Men! Get in gear, put your hoods on! Commisar Graff has our missions." "Squads B and D, your mission is to protect the suitcase being placed in the field now. Prevent squads A and C from taking it. Squads A and C, by all means possible take the suitcase and hold it at this plane before the other two squads can find it and destroy it." "Alright, you heard the Commisar. GO!" Squads A and C both waited for B and D to get to the suitcase. Then they both flanked the suitcase. The opposing squads hadn't noticed them. They were firing blanks and each man would be notified when they were "killed". They shot several of the men waiting around the suitcase. Then they all turned around and Dell grabbed the suitcase and ran.

[Silhouette]

OOC: Can I get in on this action?

hehehe

[Markus Wilding]

OOC: Go nuts.

[Silhouette]

Ten special forces operatives from New Cymru were observing the event from the complex. They were reasonably impressed. When the first exercise concluded, each man walked towards the U.S.B. soldiers, carrying a large, heavy, case in their arms, and wearing an equally heavy backpack.

"These are for you," they said, placing the cases on the ground. Inside each case were several sets of kevlar armour and helmets, and SMG's firing low velocity rubber bullets. "Have fun, now you will know when you get hit, and it will hurt, and you will know what combat is like. We will be hunting you." With that they ran into the desert, hiding themselves.

[Subtleknifewielder]

The action was observed from a distance by the soldiers stationed at the base. They didn't get much chance for entertainment around here, and watching the training was a good way to occupy their time, other than any necessary duties, of course.

[Markus Wilding]

The four squads looked over the SMGs. Granted, they may not use them in the real field, but hey, it'll be fun hunting these other guys down. They picked up the SMGs and started looking for them.

[Silhouette]

The ten men had split in to five fire teams, three of which would form the core, the other two were taking a wide flank. As the defenders, the had a distinct advantage. The had chosen a small hillock in the middle of a dusty plain, and their muddy red fatigues provided perfect camouflage at a distance greater than 50 feet. Each pair had a set of binoculars, and a radio, to better plan their attack. The enemy outnumbered them, but they were going to cause them a world of hurt.

[Markus Wilding]

"Alright, let's split into four groups. Squad B, cover the left flank. C, take the right. D will act as a forward position with us in A as the rear lookouts." The squads rearranged themselves in a diamond formation as they moved forward in the sand. One of the officers had binoculars and reported to Dell. "Sir, movement in the east. May just be heat but we should check it out." "Squad, move east!" They moved east, not knowing what they were heading to.

[Silhouette]

Sergeant Jones watched and smirked as the lead squad moved eastwards. Corporal Bowen had been running across the plains, and was highyl visible. "Bowen, hit the deck, and expect some company." He addressed the five men beside him, "lets move forward and take them out piecemeal, they've spilt up, now it's easy. they commando crawled down the hill towards Bowen, who was about 100 metre away. The U.S.B. soldiers were on a perpendicular heading, about 200 metres from Bowen.

[Markus Wilding]

"Mac, where are those binoculars?" "Right here, sir." "Thanks" Dell looked through the binoculars. "Nothing out of the ordinary...keep moving forward." The four squads readied their guns as they headed to where they believed the movement was.

[Silhouette]

The men waited for the perfect time. Just before their camouflage would be compromised, the two men unleashed a hail of rubber bullets at the advancing men. By this stage, Jones was within range as well, and another six men were firing on the USB soldiers from the side.

[Markus Wilding]

"What the-?!" "AMBUSH! Squads, take evasive action! D, run around the left flank, provide a base of fire! Somebody throw a flashbang!"

[Markus Wilding]

OOC: Bump

[Markus Wilding]

OOC: C'mon, Silhouette, these guys gotta complete their mission...