Along the breath and width of the Southern Imperial Mainland, elements of the Steel Legion formed up into ranks. When word of the Boomtown surge reached military planners of the Imperium, a perfect opportunity to expand the reconquered zone presented itself. And so, Operation Rolling Thunder, more commonly known to the Imperium's troops as 'La Reconquista', was planned to coincide with the Boomtown assault.
The size of the Imperium compared to Boomtown allowed for a far larger campaign. No less than three full divisions were slated for the initial thrust.
Division III "Iron Warriors"
4 Battalions of M-1 Destructor Tanks (40 Tanks each)
1 Refit and Repair Battalion (Recovery Vehicles, Hospital Vehicles, Fully Mechanized)
2 Engineering Battalions
1 Command Battalion
4 Battalions of Imperial Soldiers (5,000 Soldiers Each)
2 Supply Companies
1 Company of M-3 Gargoyle Artillery (30 Units)
Division VII "Hell on Wheels"
6 Battalions of M-1 Destructor Tanks (40 Tanks Each)
3 Battalions of Black Friday Artillery (15 Units Each)
2 Battalions of ACS soldiers (6,000 Units Each)
2 Transport Battalions (Capacity: 5,000 Soldiers Each)
3 Supply Companies
2 Battalions of M-3 Gargoyle Scout Artillery (30 Units Each)
1 Company of M-4 Demolisher Artillery (20 Units)
Division XII "Zealous Missionaries"
2 Oversized Battalions of Imperial Soldiers (8,000 Soldiers Each)
1 Battalion of ACS Soldiers (6,000 Units)
2 Battalions of M-1 Destructor Tanks (40 Tanks Each)
3 Battalions of M-3 Gargoyle Scout Artillery (30 Units Each)
2 Companies of M-4 Demolisher Artillery (20 Units Each)
2 Companies of M-6 Mjolnir IFV (30 Units Each)
3 Supply Companies
The on-hand support for the excursion is as follows:
Air Wing XVII
- 10 A-1 Bumblebee Ground Support Aircraft
- 15 A-2 Phoenix Support Helicopter
- 10 B-2 Blacksword Bombers (1 Squadron)
Air Wing XX
- 20 A-1 Bumblebee Ground Support Aircraft
- 20 B-2 Blacksword Bombers (2 Squadrons)
- 10 U-1 Archangel Transport Aircraft
Air Wing XXIX
- 45 U-1 Archangel Transport Aircraft
- 10 C-1 Strategic Deployment Aircraft
- 10 F-1 NightHaunter Fighters (1 Squadron)
Air Group IV (Deployed on Sixth Fleet)
- 45 A-1 Bumblebee Ground Support Aircraft
- 150 A-2 Phoenix Support Helicopter
- 60 B-2 Blacksword Bombers (6 Squadrons)
Pending word of the Boomtown assault, Imperial forces would advance in an unstoppable tide of grim purpose.
Full Version: Northern Diberia
OOC: dude, do we have a target in mind?
OOC: Hell no! It's called Rolling Thunder; Balls-to-the-wall drive smashing everything that twitches the wrong way. Or something like that. 
OOC: umm.. lemme dig up my map of Columbia.
Day 1: (Objective: To proceed in force to Resupply Point Oscar)
Captain Jung Park Lee feels the throaty roar of his M-60A1 tank engine as the driver pushes the vehicle forward. He grips the butterfly triggers of his .50 caliber machine guns as he keeps a close eye on the surrounding jungle. His position, being at the very tip of the spear so to say, means that the likelihood of him coming across Zombies is significantly higher. His company, formed out of survivors of the 1st Boomtown Expeditionary Force who volunteered to stay behind, is tasked with being the spearhead of the entire attack. He grunts as his tank lurches while behind him he hears the massed throbbing of hundreds of engines as his tanks moves away to the East.
The first day's route is projected to take them eighty miles past the abandoned airfield complex that previously housed Boomtown's forces. The road is narrow, has more than a few river crossings, and is dangerous due to the heavy jungle that comes right up to the side of the road. For the most part the Zombies have only shown the tendency to attack in ones and twos along the roads. Oddly they've seemed to either travel in large groups or stay within the confines of urban environments. As the massive convoy works its way forward the company of Captain Jung Park Lee leads the way to fix the Zombies into place so that the massed firepower of Tiger Force can be brought to bear.
Above Tiger Force:
At five hundred feet the jungle tends to move by in a bit of a blur. That is of course if you are piloting a MIG-29. If you are one of the chosen pilots strapped into a Huey, Cobra, or an OV-10 Bronco you tend to have the time to pick up on the smaller details. Noticing the small details are what makes the difference between life and death for men in battle. With the convoy departing for Resupply Point Oscar they are watched over by the dozens of pilots who are in the air.
General Park Kim's Command Vehicle
The General Feels the APC lurch, and ignores it. His attention is firmly attached to the bank of radios mounted to the far wall of the M-113 Gavin APC. His two aids monitor the radio traffic that is going back and forth between the various units. The decision to upgrade the radio system had come from Lt. General Firestorm. So far the suggestions enacted seem to be paying off as the different channels are busy, but not overly confused with a mass of conflicting radio reports.
OOC: I think it would make more sense if I posted my Operation on this thread. Saves me having to jump back and forth between two threads as things come to a head.
The black line is my current route to the circled location. That circled spot is the Heskan base. The blue line is my return route. The crappy white X marks are my nightly resupply locations.
Captain Jung Park Lee feels the throaty roar of his M-60A1 tank engine as the driver pushes the vehicle forward. He grips the butterfly triggers of his .50 caliber machine guns as he keeps a close eye on the surrounding jungle. His position, being at the very tip of the spear so to say, means that the likelihood of him coming across Zombies is significantly higher. His company, formed out of survivors of the 1st Boomtown Expeditionary Force who volunteered to stay behind, is tasked with being the spearhead of the entire attack. He grunts as his tank lurches while behind him he hears the massed throbbing of hundreds of engines as his tanks moves away to the East.
The first day's route is projected to take them eighty miles past the abandoned airfield complex that previously housed Boomtown's forces. The road is narrow, has more than a few river crossings, and is dangerous due to the heavy jungle that comes right up to the side of the road. For the most part the Zombies have only shown the tendency to attack in ones and twos along the roads. Oddly they've seemed to either travel in large groups or stay within the confines of urban environments. As the massive convoy works its way forward the company of Captain Jung Park Lee leads the way to fix the Zombies into place so that the massed firepower of Tiger Force can be brought to bear.
Above Tiger Force:
At five hundred feet the jungle tends to move by in a bit of a blur. That is of course if you are piloting a MIG-29. If you are one of the chosen pilots strapped into a Huey, Cobra, or an OV-10 Bronco you tend to have the time to pick up on the smaller details. Noticing the small details are what makes the difference between life and death for men in battle. With the convoy departing for Resupply Point Oscar they are watched over by the dozens of pilots who are in the air.
General Park Kim's Command Vehicle
The General Feels the APC lurch, and ignores it. His attention is firmly attached to the bank of radios mounted to the far wall of the M-113 Gavin APC. His two aids monitor the radio traffic that is going back and forth between the various units. The decision to upgrade the radio system had come from Lt. General Firestorm. So far the suggestions enacted seem to be paying off as the different channels are busy, but not overly confused with a mass of conflicting radio reports.
OOC: I think it would make more sense if I posted my Operation on this thread. Saves me having to jump back and forth between two threads as things come to a head.
The black line is my current route to the circled location. That circled spot is the Heskan base. The blue line is my return route. The crappy white X marks are my nightly resupply locations.
OOC: What's at the Destination Point? The Heskan Soldiers, or the Cymru ones?
Also, I'll post mah plans as soon as Jerrey does his.
Also, I'll post mah plans as soon as Jerrey does his.
OOC: My guys are about halfway along the balck line. In fact Firestorm, your landing point is the same one I used. along the way your men will see a lot of recovering jungle, considering we bombed the @#$% out of some Gundran positions.
OOC: Final destination is the Heskan base in Central Diberia.
Meanwhile in and around the devastated Heskan base...
There were too many zombies, including the giant ones. The entire base have been devastated and did not get any help for months, except for bomb raids that further destroyed the base.
19/20 of the soldiers in the base are dead or have been turned into zombies, leaving about 250 out of 5000 still alive, but crammed in their bunkers that they have locked themselves in. Worse, the have ran out of supplies and batteries for their radio, so they are unable to radio for help.
There were too many zombies, including the giant ones. The entire base have been devastated and did not get any help for months, except for bomb raids that further destroyed the base.
19/20 of the soldiers in the base are dead or have been turned into zombies, leaving about 250 out of 5000 still alive, but crammed in their bunkers that they have locked themselves in. Worse, the have ran out of supplies and batteries for their radio, so they are unable to radio for help.
**Classified Transmission to Easytown Commanders**
/Begin.
Greetings from the Imperium of America. As I'm sure you're aware, Operation Rolling Thunder is entering its' final preparation stages. We'll be ready to kick off the show by this time tomorrow. The operational statistics have already been forwarded to you, but let me go over a few key generalizations to get an overall idea of the immensity of the reconquista.
Total Rosters:
105,000 Soldiers
480 Main Battle Tanks
75 Black Friday Artillery Guns
180 Scout Artillery Units
60 Saturation Artillery Units
120 Infantry Fighting Vehicles
250 Transport Trucks
400 Supply Transports
75 Ground Support Craft
165 Helicopters
10 Fighters
90 Bombers
55 Tactical Transports
10 Strategic Redeployment Aircraft
Keep in mind this is just the first wave. In order to secure the gained territory, we'll have to surge more troops forward to take the place of those refitting and resting. Projections are confident in the ability of our force to succeed in our theater; additionally the sheer numbers drawn to our forces should make your own campaign considerably easier.
Included is a map of the projected operation. Also, the area to be occupied is presented in a separate document. We look forward to your correspondence.
/End.
*Attachments*
images/operational_plan.doc
images/occupational_plan.doc
/Begin.
Greetings from the Imperium of America. As I'm sure you're aware, Operation Rolling Thunder is entering its' final preparation stages. We'll be ready to kick off the show by this time tomorrow. The operational statistics have already been forwarded to you, but let me go over a few key generalizations to get an overall idea of the immensity of the reconquista.
Total Rosters:
105,000 Soldiers
480 Main Battle Tanks
75 Black Friday Artillery Guns
180 Scout Artillery Units
60 Saturation Artillery Units
120 Infantry Fighting Vehicles
250 Transport Trucks
400 Supply Transports
75 Ground Support Craft
165 Helicopters
10 Fighters
90 Bombers
55 Tactical Transports
10 Strategic Redeployment Aircraft
Keep in mind this is just the first wave. In order to secure the gained territory, we'll have to surge more troops forward to take the place of those refitting and resting. Projections are confident in the ability of our force to succeed in our theater; additionally the sheer numbers drawn to our forces should make your own campaign considerably easier.
Included is a map of the projected operation. Also, the area to be occupied is presented in a separate document. We look forward to your correspondence.
/End.
*Attachments*
images/operational_plan.doc
images/occupational_plan.doc
**Private to Imperium Commanders**
We believe our attack more than likely will draw away the attention of any large groups of Zombies from the North. Perhaps this will create the needed environment for a pincer attack? Boomtown will be the anvil and the Imperium can be the hammer.
We believe our attack more than likely will draw away the attention of any large groups of Zombies from the North. Perhaps this will create the needed environment for a pincer attack? Boomtown will be the anvil and the Imperium can be the hammer.
**High Command Transmission**
Pushing the Zombie hordes away from the mainland is the priority. I don't have the clearance to share anything specific, but suffice it to say that there are a few projects underway close to the Imperial Border that are rather important to our future survival as a competitive nation.
With that said, any assault is likely to draw the attention of zombie hordes.
We have reason to believe that our own soldiers are better equipped and trained to handle the harsh realities of Total War with an unfeeling, implacable foe. This is no offense to your own fine soldiers; simply pointing out the fact that our military is equipped with cutting edge technology AND the experience brought forth from years of use and the South American War.
If you are absolutely certain the immense numbers drawn to your assault can be withstood until the Imperial Strike can arrive, then we will agree to the Pincer Assault.
Pushing the Zombie hordes away from the mainland is the priority. I don't have the clearance to share anything specific, but suffice it to say that there are a few projects underway close to the Imperial Border that are rather important to our future survival as a competitive nation.
With that said, any assault is likely to draw the attention of zombie hordes.
We have reason to believe that our own soldiers are better equipped and trained to handle the harsh realities of Total War with an unfeeling, implacable foe. This is no offense to your own fine soldiers; simply pointing out the fact that our military is equipped with cutting edge technology AND the experience brought forth from years of use and the South American War.
If you are absolutely certain the immense numbers drawn to your assault can be withstood until the Imperial Strike can arrive, then we will agree to the Pincer Assault.
**private to Imperium Commanders**
With the right aerial support we believe we could withstand the undead attack. What we propose is that we hold in place at the Heskan Base to draw the attention of the Zombie minions to us. Once they've fixed their targets onto us the combined aerial fire support of both our nations could incinerate them by the thousands.
With the right aerial support we believe we could withstand the undead attack. What we propose is that we hold in place at the Heskan Base to draw the attention of the Zombie minions to us. Once they've fixed their targets onto us the combined aerial fire support of both our nations could incinerate them by the thousands.
**High Command Transmission**
The link abruptly changes from audio-only to a full visual display. The top ten officials of the Imperium, excluding the Imperator himself, had assembled in a single room for the conference. The Legendary David Martinez whom had personally led the Imperium to put down its' first rebellion AND saw it to victory in the South American War exuded an aura matched only by that of an extremely large, helmeted man sitting next to him with his arms folded. Closer inspection revealed the hands to have claws instead of nails.
"High Command has elected to hear this proposal for multiple reasons. The semi-official reason you've already heard, a few Sub-Urbs are being constructed around the area earmarked for offensive operations." Martinez unconsciously leaned closer to the uplink's camera.
"No. The primary reason for this offensive is the Imperator's extended leave in Northern Diberia. He was dropped there for the purpose of negotiating with the remaining GTI top brass. If I know him, he's raising Seven different kinds of hell down there."
The rest of the Military Commanders smiled grimly, all familiar with their leader's bloodthirsty tendencies. All of them approved, however. Better a leader with teeth than a kowtowing scumbag.
"We want him back. Badly. Enough to risk a huge portion of our army on this gambit. I'm going to be frank; the field commanders will have higher priorities of their own than assisting your troops 90% of the time. Can you live with that?"
A smaller Combat-Suit sitting next to the Gargantuan man piped in.
"Pfft. If they need some help, unleash the Hammer of Dawn. That'll give them all the support they want."
The link abruptly changes from audio-only to a full visual display. The top ten officials of the Imperium, excluding the Imperator himself, had assembled in a single room for the conference. The Legendary David Martinez whom had personally led the Imperium to put down its' first rebellion AND saw it to victory in the South American War exuded an aura matched only by that of an extremely large, helmeted man sitting next to him with his arms folded. Closer inspection revealed the hands to have claws instead of nails.
"High Command has elected to hear this proposal for multiple reasons. The semi-official reason you've already heard, a few Sub-Urbs are being constructed around the area earmarked for offensive operations." Martinez unconsciously leaned closer to the uplink's camera.
"No. The primary reason for this offensive is the Imperator's extended leave in Northern Diberia. He was dropped there for the purpose of negotiating with the remaining GTI top brass. If I know him, he's raising Seven different kinds of hell down there."
The rest of the Military Commanders smiled grimly, all familiar with their leader's bloodthirsty tendencies. All of them approved, however. Better a leader with teeth than a kowtowing scumbag.
"We want him back. Badly. Enough to risk a huge portion of our army on this gambit. I'm going to be frank; the field commanders will have higher priorities of their own than assisting your troops 90% of the time. Can you live with that?"
A smaller Combat-Suit sitting next to the Gargantuan man piped in.
"Pfft. If they need some help, unleash the Hammer of Dawn. That'll give them all the support they want."
**Private to Imperium Commanders**
Our priorities are as follows:
A) Kill as many Zombies as possible.
With the movement of both forces we suspect that the Zombies won't have enough time to gather in sufficient strength to do serious harm to either of our forces. In short we believe that you'll be able to catch them at the run with their attention drawn to the south. If they turn back to the North we will advance upon them.
Speed and timing is of the essence in this matter. By drawing them to battle to the south it exposes them to the superior speed of your forces which can defeat them in detail. Should they turn North to face you it exposes them to the very same risks again from the south.
Yes we are going to take a beating, but the great rewards aren't without greater risks.
Our priorities are as follows:
A) Kill as many Zombies as possible.
With the movement of both forces we suspect that the Zombies won't have enough time to gather in sufficient strength to do serious harm to either of our forces. In short we believe that you'll be able to catch them at the run with their attention drawn to the south. If they turn back to the North we will advance upon them.
Speed and timing is of the essence in this matter. By drawing them to battle to the south it exposes them to the superior speed of your forces which can defeat them in detail. Should they turn North to face you it exposes them to the very same risks again from the south.
Yes we are going to take a beating, but the great rewards aren't without greater risks.
OOC: Sorry, was unexpectedly at work today, and I got exams tomorrow & the day after. So I may be abit to RP something; may do a basic RP soon here though.
OOC: Hey, do any of you realize that GLS military is also going to attempt to rescue the Heskan soldiers trapped in the devastated base? If none of you message the GLS military in time (because they don't know about your plans), then expect the GLS military to attempt to storm from the east coast, to the Heskan base, and back.
Oh, and if the GLS military fails to rescue the Heskan soldiers, then they will burn their way to the Heskan base.
Oh, and if the GLS military fails to rescue the Heskan soldiers, then they will burn their way to the Heskan base.
OOC: THe "Zombie Zombie War is now the OOC thread for this.
@ Firestorm, thats pretty fast over mountains.
IC: As with the attacks being made by Boomtown and The IoA, GTI has also begun its assult.
Classified Message to Boomtown & IoA
>GTI has begun moving its troops to the mainland. We lost our field HQ, but a new one will be built. If there are any targets and/or support you need taken out/helped (respectfuly), we can provide.
>GTI's plan is to meet up in the middle as well. We will be using the LZK-D3 disease to thin it out, and is suppliable to your forces; be warned that it takes 1-2 hours to completly kill it. And about 3% turn into
>super-zombies.
>Our forces are as follows:
Soilders - 115,000
DFT-MK1 - 350
GAD WAH-64 Apache - 106
AST/PC-MK3 - 49 FIELD TESTING
DFT-MK2 - 23 FIELD TESTING
DFF-MK3 - 9 FIELD TESTING
MAW-MK3 - 32 FIELD TESTING
>Our 4-stage plan of attack is attached.
>End.
*Attachments:*
images/4_stage_attack_plan
@ Firestorm, thats pretty fast over mountains.
IC: As with the attacks being made by Boomtown and The IoA, GTI has also begun its assult.
Classified Message to Boomtown & IoA
>GTI has begun moving its troops to the mainland. We lost our field HQ, but a new one will be built. If there are any targets and/or support you need taken out/helped (respectfuly), we can provide.
>GTI's plan is to meet up in the middle as well. We will be using the LZK-D3 disease to thin it out, and is suppliable to your forces; be warned that it takes 1-2 hours to completly kill it. And about 3% turn into
>super-zombies.
>Our forces are as follows:
Soilders - 115,000
DFT-MK1 - 350
GAD WAH-64 Apache - 106
AST/PC-MK3 - 49 FIELD TESTING
DFT-MK2 - 23 FIELD TESTING
DFF-MK3 - 9 FIELD TESTING
MAW-MK3 - 32 FIELD TESTING
>Our 4-stage plan of attack is attached.
>End.
*Attachments:*
images/4_stage_attack_plan
OOC: When does this kick off?
QUOTE (Shadowsage @ Jan 21 2009, 05:52 PM) 
OOC: When does this kick off?
OOC: Good question...
OOC: Boomtown has already kicked off. You were talking to General Park Kim while he is bouncing around in his APC.
IC:
Resupply Point Oscar
General Park Kim is pointing to a map taped to the side of his APC. The men that surround him are Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee of the 7th Armored Regiment, Lt. Colonel Charles Whittaker of the 10th Armored Regimental Combat Team, and a few other assorted officers including Captain Jung Park Lee. General Park Kim asks, "Any questions?"
"No sir," replies Lt. Colonel Malcom Lee and Lt. Colonel Charles Whittaker.
"I have a question sir," Captain Jung Park Lee says.
"Ask it soldier," grumbles General Park Kim.
"I understand the change in plans, but are you serious about putting us in such a dangerous position?"
"Captain, look at the results you achieved under Lt. General Firestorm with even less men," grunts General Park Kim.
Captain Jung Park Lee shrugs before saying, "This is going to cost us."
"No plan is without a price," snarls General Park Kim as he dismisses the gathered men. The change in the operation had come at the perfect time. A few days later and the elements would have been to out of place to reorganize. In the distance he hears another ripple of .50 caliber fire followed by the boom and whistle of a beehive round. He listens for a few moments more and is rewarded with silence. It had been the same nearly all day long.
The beginning of the advance had seen almost no zombies. Every now and again a solo Zombie was spotted and eliminated. As the day wore on they saw a few small groups that were destroyed by calling in air strikes. OV-10s, MIG-29s, and Helicopter Gunships had ripped apart the small groups of Zombies in rapid order. General Park Kim has no qualms about the liberal application of air support due to his supply situation.
The Resupply Point is more or less a large circle of men and vehicles that allows the C-130s and Helicopters to drop or land in the center of them. The majority of the food, ammo, and water had been dropped. The fuel blivets are being wheeled off the planes and this would be happening for most of the night. The first wave of C-130s hadn't even carried fuel or ammo but the repairmen needed to tune and maintain the vehicles. They'd be lifted out with the last flight of helicopters in the morning. The system has its strengths and flaws, but with any luck the next few days would see the rough spots of it ironed out.
That is if the Zombies give them a chance to iron them out.
IC:
Resupply Point Oscar
General Park Kim is pointing to a map taped to the side of his APC. The men that surround him are Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee of the 7th Armored Regiment, Lt. Colonel Charles Whittaker of the 10th Armored Regimental Combat Team, and a few other assorted officers including Captain Jung Park Lee. General Park Kim asks, "Any questions?"
"No sir," replies Lt. Colonel Malcom Lee and Lt. Colonel Charles Whittaker.
"I have a question sir," Captain Jung Park Lee says.
"Ask it soldier," grumbles General Park Kim.
"I understand the change in plans, but are you serious about putting us in such a dangerous position?"
"Captain, look at the results you achieved under Lt. General Firestorm with even less men," grunts General Park Kim.
Captain Jung Park Lee shrugs before saying, "This is going to cost us."
"No plan is without a price," snarls General Park Kim as he dismisses the gathered men. The change in the operation had come at the perfect time. A few days later and the elements would have been to out of place to reorganize. In the distance he hears another ripple of .50 caliber fire followed by the boom and whistle of a beehive round. He listens for a few moments more and is rewarded with silence. It had been the same nearly all day long.
The beginning of the advance had seen almost no zombies. Every now and again a solo Zombie was spotted and eliminated. As the day wore on they saw a few small groups that were destroyed by calling in air strikes. OV-10s, MIG-29s, and Helicopter Gunships had ripped apart the small groups of Zombies in rapid order. General Park Kim has no qualms about the liberal application of air support due to his supply situation.
The Resupply Point is more or less a large circle of men and vehicles that allows the C-130s and Helicopters to drop or land in the center of them. The majority of the food, ammo, and water had been dropped. The fuel blivets are being wheeled off the planes and this would be happening for most of the night. The first wave of C-130s hadn't even carried fuel or ammo but the repairmen needed to tune and maintain the vehicles. They'd be lifted out with the last flight of helicopters in the morning. The system has its strengths and flaws, but with any luck the next few days would see the rough spots of it ironed out.
That is if the Zombies give them a chance to iron them out.
**Imperium-Diberia Border**
In the beginning of the Zombie Outbreak, the entire Imperial border had been put under martial law. Defenses augmented in the South-American War soon proved their worth; repelling the original swarm with heavy losses of their own. The few first desperate days of fighting were full of unsung, unknown heroes. But the valiant sacrifice bought enough time for the first elements of the Steel Legion to fill the gaps.
Some higher intelligence noted that assaulting heavily defended lines controlled by veteran soldiers was a losing proposition, because no other assault had come. The tense stale-mate was punctuated occasionally by sporadic attacks, almost like scouting missions.
This lull in the fighting allowed the Steel Legion to upgrade all of its' equipment and further reinforce the already expanding fortification line. But new weaponry and armor takes time to become used to; Rolling Thunder was pushed back repeatedly. The defenses continued to build and build, eventually becoming a nightmare composite of concrete and metal built for the sole purpose of defending the Imperium and her citizens.
When the Boomtown Spring Cleaning operation kicked off, Rolling Thunder was thrown into action.
*Present Day*
Force Commander Vasquez looked over the map projected for her viewing with a certain amount of satisfaction. Her pitted, scratched armor whispered slightly when she folded her arms over her chest-plate. The plans for Division VII were sound, placed her in command, and above all allowed her to wreak revenge on the horde for the death of Julio.
"Division VII will advance onwards to the target area. Spare no ammunition; we shall have to kill each and every undead at one point or another. If the situation changes, keep me apprised." Vasquez told the Division Staff. At their nods, she turned the external visual feed in her armor off and tried to get a bit of shut-eye.
Something told her it would soon be in short supply.
In the beginning of the Zombie Outbreak, the entire Imperial border had been put under martial law. Defenses augmented in the South-American War soon proved their worth; repelling the original swarm with heavy losses of their own. The few first desperate days of fighting were full of unsung, unknown heroes. But the valiant sacrifice bought enough time for the first elements of the Steel Legion to fill the gaps.
Some higher intelligence noted that assaulting heavily defended lines controlled by veteran soldiers was a losing proposition, because no other assault had come. The tense stale-mate was punctuated occasionally by sporadic attacks, almost like scouting missions.
This lull in the fighting allowed the Steel Legion to upgrade all of its' equipment and further reinforce the already expanding fortification line. But new weaponry and armor takes time to become used to; Rolling Thunder was pushed back repeatedly. The defenses continued to build and build, eventually becoming a nightmare composite of concrete and metal built for the sole purpose of defending the Imperium and her citizens.
When the Boomtown Spring Cleaning operation kicked off, Rolling Thunder was thrown into action.
*Present Day*
Force Commander Vasquez looked over the map projected for her viewing with a certain amount of satisfaction. Her pitted, scratched armor whispered slightly when she folded her arms over her chest-plate. The plans for Division VII were sound, placed her in command, and above all allowed her to wreak revenge on the horde for the death of Julio.
"Division VII will advance onwards to the target area. Spare no ammunition; we shall have to kill each and every undead at one point or another. If the situation changes, keep me apprised." Vasquez told the Division Staff. At their nods, she turned the external visual feed in her armor off and tried to get a bit of shut-eye.
Something told her it would soon be in short supply.
First GDI opperation: Land Point 1
The newly renamed "GTI Defense Initiative"*, or GDI for short, landed on Diberia's northern shore & started inland for tgheir first objective's of the week. Only the 4th Sub-Division** had any issues; they were landing in a city that had zombies plus some remaining Diberian forces; luckly the Diberians were thankful and join the force.
Large towns were gassed with the LZK-D3 & proved the tests succesful. The only problems were the Heavy Muscle zombies (HMZ); they could kill dozens of troopers before being killed.
To Boomtown and the IoA: If you need supplies, we can supply it for a small, and very reduced, fee to your forces. Our factories are near the front lines, not to mention food as well.
*GTI's military forces are now called "GDI".
**Starting from the left attack force, 1st Sub-Division, 2nd S-D, 3rd S-D, 4th S-D, 5th S-D.
Sub-Division 4, Caracas
"Here they come again!" yelled Kalmerg as hundreds of zombies moan and rush for theri position in Southern Caracas. The elite 32nd "Harvesters" battalion begin another barrage to add to the pile of dead that teh zombies ran ontop of. All morning they have defended the postion, cut off from command and supplies. Mortars boom and zombies fly. Ammo was getting low, but every bullet never wasted. For this was the 32nd, the best of GDI.
EDIT: Chagned it from Global defense ititative to GTI Defense Initiative.
The newly renamed "GTI Defense Initiative"*, or GDI for short, landed on Diberia's northern shore & started inland for tgheir first objective's of the week. Only the 4th Sub-Division** had any issues; they were landing in a city that had zombies plus some remaining Diberian forces; luckly the Diberians were thankful and join the force.
Large towns were gassed with the LZK-D3 & proved the tests succesful. The only problems were the Heavy Muscle zombies (HMZ); they could kill dozens of troopers before being killed.
To Boomtown and the IoA: If you need supplies, we can supply it for a small, and very reduced, fee to your forces. Our factories are near the front lines, not to mention food as well.
*GTI's military forces are now called "GDI".
**Starting from the left attack force, 1st Sub-Division, 2nd S-D, 3rd S-D, 4th S-D, 5th S-D.
Sub-Division 4, Caracas
"Here they come again!" yelled Kalmerg as hundreds of zombies moan and rush for theri position in Southern Caracas. The elite 32nd "Harvesters" battalion begin another barrage to add to the pile of dead that teh zombies ran ontop of. All morning they have defended the postion, cut off from command and supplies. Mortars boom and zombies fly. Ammo was getting low, but every bullet never wasted. For this was the 32nd, the best of GDI.
EDIT: Chagned it from Global defense ititative to GTI Defense Initiative.
The GLS military did not know that their allies were going to rescue the Heskan soldiers trapped in the middle part of Diberia, so they launched their own mission...
5 B-52 Stratofortress bomber jets took off the runways located in the GLS military base, which is located off the northeastern shore of Diberia. The bombers' mission was to clear path for the GLS army while wiping out the zombies. The leading bomber (which is suppose to be 200 miles ahead of the other 4) is suppose to drop recorders attached with strong red light flashing light bulbs that are suppose to attract the zombies by playing the recorded moaning sounds and flashing bright red lights (which will help the other 4 bomber jets to bomb the targeted area).
As the bomber jets took off, 50 tanks, 2,000 soldiers and other vehicles left the base. They were going to march (and destroy their way) to the devastated Heskan base and back.
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5 B-52 Stratofortress bomber jets took off the runways located in the GLS military base, which is located off the northeastern shore of Diberia. The bombers' mission was to clear path for the GLS army while wiping out the zombies. The leading bomber (which is suppose to be 200 miles ahead of the other 4) is suppose to drop recorders attached with strong red light flashing light bulbs that are suppose to attract the zombies by playing the recorded moaning sounds and flashing bright red lights (which will help the other 4 bomber jets to bomb the targeted area).
As the bomber jets took off, 50 tanks, 2,000 soldiers and other vehicles left the base. They were going to march (and destroy their way) to the devastated Heskan base and back.
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I also think you'll need more men than that.
I also think you'll need more men than that.
QUOTE (JerreyRough @ Jan 23 2009, 06:00 PM)
OOC: Like from the net, or from your computer?
I also think you'll need more men than that.
I also think you'll need more men than that.
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1. Copy a map of Diberia
2. Paste it in Paint and edit it a bit
3. Upload it to my post
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IC: 5 more B-52 Stratofortress bomber jets took off, totaling the bomb force of 10 B-52 Stratofortress bomber jets. Another 3000 GLS troops with large amount of vehicles and 50 helicopters marched/drove/flew to join up with the first unit.
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Message from GLS military to all anti zombie forces:
We have sent a total of 5,000 soldiers, 500 tanks, 100 helicopters, 10 B-52 Stratofortress bomber jets, and other vehicles to attempt to rescue the Heskan soldiers trapped in the middle part of Diberia. We are requesting for help, since our rescue military force may not be enough.
Day 2: Relocating to Resupply Point Hillary
Captain Jung Park Lee screams, "We are in a world of !@#$," as he drops down into the turret of the tank and closes it behind him. He shouts to his gunner, "Large Zombie concentration, red ball, BEEHIVE. Fire when ready."
"Aye, aye sir," the Gunner replies as he swivels the turret to the right, spots the Zombies, and lets rip with a 105 mm BEEHIVE round. He promptly reloads and says, "Sir, we got more coming."
"Fire at will," Captain Jung Park Lee shouts as he checks his map board for the proper coordinates prior to calling in an air strike.
"On the way sir," shouts the Gunner as he begins to hammer out a steady stream of BEEHIVE rounds.
Captain Jung Park Lee toggles his radio transmitter and says, "TacAir this is Eve, TacAir this is even, come in over."
"Eve this is TacAir we read you loud and clear, over."
"TacAir we need some air recon and fire support at these coordinates," replies Captain Jung Park Lee as he rattles off the stream of numbers.
"Confirmed Eve we have a flight of OV-10s heading to your location over."
"Copy TacAir, over."
Captain Jung Park Lee changes frequencies to his company wide channel. He toggles the transmitter again and says, "Tac Air has air support heading our way. Hold position and keep hitting them with BEEHIVES and you scout vehicles scratch our tanks backs if needed. On my command we advance, over."
"Copy sir, advance on your command, over," comes the replies one by one from his twelve tank commanders and nine Scout APCs.
Charlie Flight
"Follow me Charlie Flight," shouts Flight Leader Norman E. Johnson as he leads his section of OV-10s into a dive.
"Aye, aye sir," sound off his pilots one by one as they push their aircraft into a dive to engage the horde of Zombies. From this height the massive swarm seems to at least be a few thousand. Nothing a good cook up of napalm, rockets, and 7.62 minigun fire couldn't square away in short order.
"Drop to five hundred feet and commence firing runs. Pickle your napalm canisters on my mark, copy."
"Copy sir, drop to five hundred feet, commence firing runs, pickle napalm on your mark, over."
The OV-10s streak over the top of Captain Jung Park Lee's tanks and APCs with their 7.62 miniguns belching out a steady stream of fire and death. The mass firing of BEEHIVEs had done a fair bit of damage already, but from the height of five hundred feet it didn't appear as if the oncoming Zombies didn't seem to inclined to relent with their efforts. Flight Leader Norman E. Johnson makes a note of this as he screams, "Pickle Napalm canisters now!"
Captain Jung Park Lee's position
Looking out his view port Captain Jung Park Lee watches his immediate front explode into flames. He toggles his radio transmitter and shouts, "All vehicles prepare to move, blue ball, with turrets swiveled, red ball, copy over."
"Copy sir, move, red ball, turrets swiveled, blue ball, over," is the collective response.
"Driver, fire up this tub of crap and move blue ball, gunner swivel turret red ball and fire at targets of opportunity," shouts Captain Jung Park Lee as he prepares for what is probably going to be a bit of a rough ride.
30 minutes later
General Park Kim makes a note of the smoldering heaps of charred Zombies as his APC passes them. He passes a message to his Engineers ordering them to bury as many of them as they can in a mass grave. Some semblance of respect had to be kept for the dead. He goes back to listening to the radio reports and he soon hears one of particular interest, "Copy sir, I think we've discovered survivors, over."
Captain Jung Park Lee screams, "We are in a world of !@#$," as he drops down into the turret of the tank and closes it behind him. He shouts to his gunner, "Large Zombie concentration, red ball, BEEHIVE. Fire when ready."
"Aye, aye sir," the Gunner replies as he swivels the turret to the right, spots the Zombies, and lets rip with a 105 mm BEEHIVE round. He promptly reloads and says, "Sir, we got more coming."
"Fire at will," Captain Jung Park Lee shouts as he checks his map board for the proper coordinates prior to calling in an air strike.
"On the way sir," shouts the Gunner as he begins to hammer out a steady stream of BEEHIVE rounds.
Captain Jung Park Lee toggles his radio transmitter and says, "TacAir this is Eve, TacAir this is even, come in over."
"Eve this is TacAir we read you loud and clear, over."
"TacAir we need some air recon and fire support at these coordinates," replies Captain Jung Park Lee as he rattles off the stream of numbers.
"Confirmed Eve we have a flight of OV-10s heading to your location over."
"Copy TacAir, over."
Captain Jung Park Lee changes frequencies to his company wide channel. He toggles the transmitter again and says, "Tac Air has air support heading our way. Hold position and keep hitting them with BEEHIVES and you scout vehicles scratch our tanks backs if needed. On my command we advance, over."
"Copy sir, advance on your command, over," comes the replies one by one from his twelve tank commanders and nine Scout APCs.
Charlie Flight
"Follow me Charlie Flight," shouts Flight Leader Norman E. Johnson as he leads his section of OV-10s into a dive.
"Aye, aye sir," sound off his pilots one by one as they push their aircraft into a dive to engage the horde of Zombies. From this height the massive swarm seems to at least be a few thousand. Nothing a good cook up of napalm, rockets, and 7.62 minigun fire couldn't square away in short order.
"Drop to five hundred feet and commence firing runs. Pickle your napalm canisters on my mark, copy."
"Copy sir, drop to five hundred feet, commence firing runs, pickle napalm on your mark, over."
The OV-10s streak over the top of Captain Jung Park Lee's tanks and APCs with their 7.62 miniguns belching out a steady stream of fire and death. The mass firing of BEEHIVEs had done a fair bit of damage already, but from the height of five hundred feet it didn't appear as if the oncoming Zombies didn't seem to inclined to relent with their efforts. Flight Leader Norman E. Johnson makes a note of this as he screams, "Pickle Napalm canisters now!"
Captain Jung Park Lee's position
Looking out his view port Captain Jung Park Lee watches his immediate front explode into flames. He toggles his radio transmitter and shouts, "All vehicles prepare to move, blue ball, with turrets swiveled, red ball, copy over."
"Copy sir, move, red ball, turrets swiveled, blue ball, over," is the collective response.
"Driver, fire up this tub of crap and move blue ball, gunner swivel turret red ball and fire at targets of opportunity," shouts Captain Jung Park Lee as he prepares for what is probably going to be a bit of a rough ride.
30 minutes later
General Park Kim makes a note of the smoldering heaps of charred Zombies as his APC passes them. He passes a message to his Engineers ordering them to bury as many of them as they can in a mass grave. Some semblance of respect had to be kept for the dead. He goes back to listening to the radio reports and he soon hears one of particular interest, "Copy sir, I think we've discovered survivors, over."
The GLS military continued to march and destroy their way to the trapped Heskan fort. The bomber jets cleared out most of the zombies before the zombies can even attack the marching army, until...
The bomber pilot looked at the thermal detector screen, hoping to find more zombies to blast them to pieces. The pilot announced through the radio, "The entire area in front of me is covered with zombies, so I am going to drop several radios onto them and you guys bomb the zombies."
After a few minutes, the 9 bomber jets behind the leading jet dropped their deadly payload. However, they didn't realize it was enough because there was about 200,000 zombies in front of the marching army.
The leader scout yelled in his radio as mobs of zombies came running toward the scouting group, "Sir! There are a huge swarm of zombies up head. The bomber jets failed to clear most of the zombies out! We are going to fall back."
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General Fran was sitting in his mobile command vehicle, continuing to receive info. When he heard the radio report, he yelled into the radio that was suppose to contact the entire unit, "Prepare yourself for a nasty battle against the zombie hordes. The scouting unit is going to fall back."
The bomber pilot looked at the thermal detector screen, hoping to find more zombies to blast them to pieces. The pilot announced through the radio, "The entire area in front of me is covered with zombies, so I am going to drop several radios onto them and you guys bomb the zombies."
After a few minutes, the 9 bomber jets behind the leading jet dropped their deadly payload. However, they didn't realize it was enough because there was about 200,000 zombies in front of the marching army.
The leader scout yelled in his radio as mobs of zombies came running toward the scouting group, "Sir! There are a huge swarm of zombies up head. The bomber jets failed to clear most of the zombies out! We are going to fall back."
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General Fran was sitting in his mobile command vehicle, continuing to receive info. When he heard the radio report, he yelled into the radio that was suppose to contact the entire unit, "Prepare yourself for a nasty battle against the zombie hordes. The scouting unit is going to fall back."
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QUOTE (JerreyRough @ Jan 24 2009, 02:28 PM)
OOC: Go to image shack or photobucket, make a account, and then upload. It will have the direct link & [IMG] tages that you can copy (by clicking & pressing ctrl c).
OOC: Can't I do that without making an account?
OOC: Its fast n' easy to make an account. Just make one. Then youcan log in anywhere.
Resupply Point Hillary
General Park Kim looks at the last of the ragged group of two hundred plus survivors of the Marine Battalion as they are herded onto the departing C-130s. He shakes his head in disbelief that the men had survived for so long in such hostile territory. Undoubtedly they have an incredible story waiting to be heard, but now isn't the time or place. The men would be flown to 'Easytown', given a shower, medical attention, and fed a good warm meal or two. His attention is turned to the west as he hears the sudden rattle of 7.62 rifle fire, followed by .50 caliber machine gun fire, and then a series of heavy dull 105 mm reports.
Resupply Point Hillary 7th Armored Regiment Western Line
"Have Able Company of the 4th Battalion shift positions to give better covering fire. We'll need some infantry support along that portion of the line tonight," says Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee.
"Yes sir," replies his 2IC.
"Have all units lay out a string of claymores, and tell the Mortar sections I want them firing flare rounds regularly throughout the night. I don't want those damn things getting to close without being seen."
"Yes sir," replies his 2IC.
Resupply Point Hillary 11th Regimental Combat Team Eastern Line
"Sir, we've dug in, laid wire and claymores, and have deployed the mech infantry."
"Good, tell the boys to stay on their toes," replies the Lt. Colonel as he makes the rounds to inspect the positions.
General Park Kim's Command APC
"Give me an estimate of today and yesterday's casualties," General Park Kim orders one of his Aides.
"Combined total is seventy two men wounded and another fifty three killed with fourteen vehicles destroyed and abandoned," replies the Aide as he consults his figures.
"Contact 'Easytown' and request replacements. We won't be able to fly out tanks, but at least we can keep our Mech Infantry units up to full strength. They seem to have taken the worst of the losses anyway," replies General Park Kim.
"Yes sir," replies the Aide as he moves over to the radio to make the needed request.
General Park Kim warily examines the map. It is littered with a trail of fine marks and ticks designating contacts with the Zombies. The first day there are very few marks. The second day the marks had increased on an hourly basis. The General suspects that tonight and tomorrow the contacts are going to increase progressively as the column advances further into Diberia. He takes out a pencil and writes out the order to divert air assets to begin striking all avaliable Zombie targets of opportunity in advance of their route. Something needed to be done to clear the path as today's fighting had already taking a toll on their avaliable supply of ammo, fuel, and men.
Resupply via air had its strong points and weak points as it is quickly being discovered. Not having to depend upon long columns of trucks and support units definitely allows the convoy to move faster. However, it also forces them to stop to resupply each night. The previous night's resupply had shown a night full of brief, but very violent Zombie contacts. The General can't help but wonder if they are only creating what will become opportunities for the Zombies to attack them when they are not moving.
The majority of the casualties, to this point in time, had come from the previous night's resupply stop and the opportunities presented to the Zombies when the column had been stalled in movement. The hold ups in movement are something General Park Kim can't really do much about, but the nightly resupply stops he can. He motions for the radio transmitter from his Aide and he says, "Tac Air."
The Aide picks up the dedicated transmitter for Tac Air and hands the hand piece to the General. The bank of eight radios allows the General and his staff to communicate with a variety of different people at once near simultaneously, or as simultaneously as four men can do so. The General toggles the hand piece and says, "Tac Air this is Tiger Lead, over."
"Copy Tiger Lead, this is Tac Air, Go Ahead, over."
"Tac Air I have a request for air support, over."
"Copy Tiger Lead one request for air support, over."
"Tac Air, I want a series of Napalm strikes around my perimeter, over."
"Copy Tiger Lead, you want us to light up your entire perimeter, over."
"Copy Tac Air, light up the entire perimeter, over."
"Tiger Lead, be advised assets will be in place in forty five minutes, over."
"Copy Tac Air, assets will be in place in forty five minutes, over."
The General turns to his Aide and says, "Pass the word, we are going to have a mad minute along the entire perimeter in 40 minutes. I want everything that can shoot to open up. Tell them to pour it on for one full minute and then to cease fire. If that doesn't get the Zombies attention I don't know what will."
"Yes sir," replies the Aide as he takes up the radio transmitter to the regimental command centers.
1 hour later
Captain Jung Park Lee watches the perimeter burn as the last of the MIG-29s and OV-10s breaks off. The mad minute had certainly stirred up quite the Zombie response. Nearly as soon as it finished several hundred of the cursed things had ran out of the jungle. Which was probably unfortunate for them as they ran face first into a wall of heavy weapons fire, and then they were napalmed.
Still though, if the reports are true Able Company of the 7th Regiment had nearly been over-run by a particularly heavy probe and had only been saved by the timely response of the Regimental Commander's arrival with additional support and vehicles. From the sounds of it they'd be busy flying out the bodies for most of the night. Captain Jung Park Lee shakes his head in disgust at the entire affair and once again wonders why they even bother?
General Park Kim looks at the last of the ragged group of two hundred plus survivors of the Marine Battalion as they are herded onto the departing C-130s. He shakes his head in disbelief that the men had survived for so long in such hostile territory. Undoubtedly they have an incredible story waiting to be heard, but now isn't the time or place. The men would be flown to 'Easytown', given a shower, medical attention, and fed a good warm meal or two. His attention is turned to the west as he hears the sudden rattle of 7.62 rifle fire, followed by .50 caliber machine gun fire, and then a series of heavy dull 105 mm reports.
Resupply Point Hillary 7th Armored Regiment Western Line
"Have Able Company of the 4th Battalion shift positions to give better covering fire. We'll need some infantry support along that portion of the line tonight," says Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee.
"Yes sir," replies his 2IC.
"Have all units lay out a string of claymores, and tell the Mortar sections I want them firing flare rounds regularly throughout the night. I don't want those damn things getting to close without being seen."
"Yes sir," replies his 2IC.
Resupply Point Hillary 11th Regimental Combat Team Eastern Line
"Sir, we've dug in, laid wire and claymores, and have deployed the mech infantry."
"Good, tell the boys to stay on their toes," replies the Lt. Colonel as he makes the rounds to inspect the positions.
General Park Kim's Command APC
"Give me an estimate of today and yesterday's casualties," General Park Kim orders one of his Aides.
"Combined total is seventy two men wounded and another fifty three killed with fourteen vehicles destroyed and abandoned," replies the Aide as he consults his figures.
"Contact 'Easytown' and request replacements. We won't be able to fly out tanks, but at least we can keep our Mech Infantry units up to full strength. They seem to have taken the worst of the losses anyway," replies General Park Kim.
"Yes sir," replies the Aide as he moves over to the radio to make the needed request.
General Park Kim warily examines the map. It is littered with a trail of fine marks and ticks designating contacts with the Zombies. The first day there are very few marks. The second day the marks had increased on an hourly basis. The General suspects that tonight and tomorrow the contacts are going to increase progressively as the column advances further into Diberia. He takes out a pencil and writes out the order to divert air assets to begin striking all avaliable Zombie targets of opportunity in advance of their route. Something needed to be done to clear the path as today's fighting had already taking a toll on their avaliable supply of ammo, fuel, and men.
Resupply via air had its strong points and weak points as it is quickly being discovered. Not having to depend upon long columns of trucks and support units definitely allows the convoy to move faster. However, it also forces them to stop to resupply each night. The previous night's resupply had shown a night full of brief, but very violent Zombie contacts. The General can't help but wonder if they are only creating what will become opportunities for the Zombies to attack them when they are not moving.
The majority of the casualties, to this point in time, had come from the previous night's resupply stop and the opportunities presented to the Zombies when the column had been stalled in movement. The hold ups in movement are something General Park Kim can't really do much about, but the nightly resupply stops he can. He motions for the radio transmitter from his Aide and he says, "Tac Air."
The Aide picks up the dedicated transmitter for Tac Air and hands the hand piece to the General. The bank of eight radios allows the General and his staff to communicate with a variety of different people at once near simultaneously, or as simultaneously as four men can do so. The General toggles the hand piece and says, "Tac Air this is Tiger Lead, over."
"Copy Tiger Lead, this is Tac Air, Go Ahead, over."
"Tac Air I have a request for air support, over."
"Copy Tiger Lead one request for air support, over."
"Tac Air, I want a series of Napalm strikes around my perimeter, over."
"Copy Tiger Lead, you want us to light up your entire perimeter, over."
"Copy Tac Air, light up the entire perimeter, over."
"Tiger Lead, be advised assets will be in place in forty five minutes, over."
"Copy Tac Air, assets will be in place in forty five minutes, over."
The General turns to his Aide and says, "Pass the word, we are going to have a mad minute along the entire perimeter in 40 minutes. I want everything that can shoot to open up. Tell them to pour it on for one full minute and then to cease fire. If that doesn't get the Zombies attention I don't know what will."
"Yes sir," replies the Aide as he takes up the radio transmitter to the regimental command centers.
1 hour later
Captain Jung Park Lee watches the perimeter burn as the last of the MIG-29s and OV-10s breaks off. The mad minute had certainly stirred up quite the Zombie response. Nearly as soon as it finished several hundred of the cursed things had ran out of the jungle. Which was probably unfortunate for them as they ran face first into a wall of heavy weapons fire, and then they were napalmed.
Still though, if the reports are true Able Company of the 7th Regiment had nearly been over-run by a particularly heavy probe and had only been saved by the timely response of the Regimental Commander's arrival with additional support and vehicles. From the sounds of it they'd be busy flying out the bodies for most of the night. Captain Jung Park Lee shakes his head in disgust at the entire affair and once again wonders why they even bother?
The GLS marching army finally reached an abandoned Heskan fort. However, they still had another 50 miles to go to rescue the devastated Heskan base, and they were getting slowed down by the increasing zombies attacks. The air force wasn't much of a help anymore because each time a group of bombers make a bomb run, they had to fly all the way back to the main base for refueling and rearming.
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Commander: I heard that the devastated Heskan base had two runways, large enough for our bombers.
General Fran: Are you sure?
*Commander pulls out an old construction planning map of the devastated fort and a sheet of bomber missions launch by the fort*
General Fran: Even if those runways still exist, how do we know if our bombers can land on the runways without any trouble?
Commander: That is why we send a single bomber to examine the runways.
General Fran: But what is the point of the runways if the zombies are going to dog pile on our bombers?
Commander: That is why we burn the fort and then land.
General Fran: Fine, I will send a single bomber to examine the runways from air.
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Commander: I heard that the devastated Heskan base had two runways, large enough for our bombers.
General Fran: Are you sure?
*Commander pulls out an old construction planning map of the devastated fort and a sheet of bomber missions launch by the fort*
General Fran: Even if those runways still exist, how do we know if our bombers can land on the runways without any trouble?
Commander: That is why we send a single bomber to examine the runways.
General Fran: But what is the point of the runways if the zombies are going to dog pile on our bombers?
Commander: That is why we burn the fort and then land.
General Fran: Fine, I will send a single bomber to examine the runways from air.
On the Way to Resupply Point Bayonet
General Park Kim grunts as the APC lurches to the left. The terrain has gotten progressively rougher making it necessary for Tiger Force to veer off the major roads at several points. While this does have the advantage of reducing the Zombie encounters it is also taking a heavy toll on the vehicles. Already three tanks have had to be hooked up the M-48 Engineering Vehicles for towing. With any luck the next strip of freeway will prove to be free of damage and obstacles.
Captain Jung Park Lee
"Hold fire over," Captain Park Lee whispers into his transmitter.
"Copy sir, hold fire, over," replies his vehicle commanders as they finish deploying across the western end of a large field. Of course, on the other side of the field is what is proving to be a growing force of Zombies. So far they've more or less ignored Captain Jung Park Lee's tanks and APCs, but from the looks of it that will change quickly.
"Eve calling Tac Air, over."
"This is Tac Air, go ahead Ever, over."
"We have a large Zombie swarm roughly 800 meters directly east of our position over."
"Eve we can route assets to your position in under twenty to thirty minutes, over."
"Tac Air, what is the hold up, over?"
"Eve we are sorry, but we got caught on the tail end of the column by a Zombie attack and we are currently re-arming and refueling, over."
"Eve this is Foxhole, over," says General Park Kim as he cuts into the conversation.
"Copy Foxhole, go ahead over," replies a slightly startled Captain Jung Park Lee.
"Eve be advised I'm swing around 1st/7th to your left for a flanking movement. You'll have on call 155 support in under 2 minutes. I'm watching them deploy now from my APC, over."
"Copy Foxhole, 1st/7th to my left with 155mm fire support in 2 minutes, over."
"Eve, sit tight, hold your position, and we'll be there as soon as we can. You have priority on 155 fire until further notice, over."
"Copy sir, hold tight, over," replies Captain Jung Park Lee.
"Eve, this is Tac Air, I have a channel open to the 155s. I'll commence spotting for you upon request, over."
"Copy Tac Air, spotting on my request over," replies the somewhat surprised Captain.
155 mm Self Propelled Howitzers
Until now the vehicles had not seen much action as the air assets detailed to the operation had been able to keep up with the demand. However, the word had just come down from 'Foxhole' to deploy and to make ready to prepare fire support to the front of the column. The crews of the 155 SPHs go about their business as the massive barrels swing upwards into the sky and the breeches of the weapons are swung open. Variable timed shells are stuffed into the gaping chasms as the gunners prepare to unload a deadly steel rain upon the attacking Zombies.
1 hour later, General Park Kim's APC
General Park Kim grunts as he makes a note of the losses from the brief, but astonishingly violent encounter. From the descriptions the tanks and APCs had also encountered a significant force of 'Elephantambies' as well. Four tanks, three APCs, and thirty men dead and another twenty four wounded in twenty three minutes of fighting. He grunts again knowing that the worst of it hasn't even arrived yet.
General Park Kim grunts as the APC lurches to the left. The terrain has gotten progressively rougher making it necessary for Tiger Force to veer off the major roads at several points. While this does have the advantage of reducing the Zombie encounters it is also taking a heavy toll on the vehicles. Already three tanks have had to be hooked up the M-48 Engineering Vehicles for towing. With any luck the next strip of freeway will prove to be free of damage and obstacles.
Captain Jung Park Lee
"Hold fire over," Captain Park Lee whispers into his transmitter.
"Copy sir, hold fire, over," replies his vehicle commanders as they finish deploying across the western end of a large field. Of course, on the other side of the field is what is proving to be a growing force of Zombies. So far they've more or less ignored Captain Jung Park Lee's tanks and APCs, but from the looks of it that will change quickly.
"Eve calling Tac Air, over."
"This is Tac Air, go ahead Ever, over."
"We have a large Zombie swarm roughly 800 meters directly east of our position over."
"Eve we can route assets to your position in under twenty to thirty minutes, over."
"Tac Air, what is the hold up, over?"
"Eve we are sorry, but we got caught on the tail end of the column by a Zombie attack and we are currently re-arming and refueling, over."
"Eve this is Foxhole, over," says General Park Kim as he cuts into the conversation.
"Copy Foxhole, go ahead over," replies a slightly startled Captain Jung Park Lee.
"Eve be advised I'm swing around 1st/7th to your left for a flanking movement. You'll have on call 155 support in under 2 minutes. I'm watching them deploy now from my APC, over."
"Copy Foxhole, 1st/7th to my left with 155mm fire support in 2 minutes, over."
"Eve, sit tight, hold your position, and we'll be there as soon as we can. You have priority on 155 fire until further notice, over."
"Copy sir, hold tight, over," replies Captain Jung Park Lee.
"Eve, this is Tac Air, I have a channel open to the 155s. I'll commence spotting for you upon request, over."
"Copy Tac Air, spotting on my request over," replies the somewhat surprised Captain.
155 mm Self Propelled Howitzers
Until now the vehicles had not seen much action as the air assets detailed to the operation had been able to keep up with the demand. However, the word had just come down from 'Foxhole' to deploy and to make ready to prepare fire support to the front of the column. The crews of the 155 SPHs go about their business as the massive barrels swing upwards into the sky and the breeches of the weapons are swung open. Variable timed shells are stuffed into the gaping chasms as the gunners prepare to unload a deadly steel rain upon the attacking Zombies.
1 hour later, General Park Kim's APC
General Park Kim grunts as he makes a note of the losses from the brief, but astonishingly violent encounter. From the descriptions the tanks and APCs had also encountered a significant force of 'Elephantambies' as well. Four tanks, three APCs, and thirty men dead and another twenty four wounded in twenty three minutes of fighting. He grunts again knowing that the worst of it hasn't even arrived yet.
Radio message from GLS B-52 Stratofortress bomber jet to Boom town military:
"This Great Lakes State military B-52 Stratofortress bomber jet. There is a huge mob of zombies, estimated amount of 500,000 and the mob have been reported of being 10 km east of the devastated Heskan base. I have been ordered to warn you of giant mobs of zombies approaching your position. Be prepared for heavy fighting against the zombies.
"This Great Lakes State military B-52 Stratofortress bomber jet. There is a huge mob of zombies, estimated amount of 500,000 and the mob have been reported of being 10 km east of the devastated Heskan base. I have been ordered to warn you of giant mobs of zombies approaching your position. Be prepared for heavy fighting against the zombies.
General Park Kim's APC
He examines the message from the Great Lakes B-52 with cruel eyes. Those who know him would confirm that this is the look he tends to get before joining battle. "A huge horde of 500,000 zombies...," he mutters to himself.
"Sir, shall I call in for Air Support," asks his scared looking radioman?
"In a manner of speaking yes," replies General Park Kim as he turns to his left and pulls a battered hand bag out from under the bench he is sitting on. He extracts a notebook from the handbag and opens it. He turns a few pages, he smiles, and then he says, "Get Tac Air on the horn."
"Tac Air, this is Foxhole Junior, over," says the nervous radioman into the transmitters hand-piece.
"Foxhole Junior, this is Tac Air, over."
"Tac Air, transferring you to Foxhole Senior, over."
"Copy, Foxhole Junior is transferring to Foxhole Senior, over."
"Tac Air, this is Foxhole Senior. I want you to order up a strike of Daisycutters, over."
"Copy, Foxhole one strike of Daisycutters to be ordered up, over."
General Park Kim turns to his radio man and says, "Pass the word, Daisycutters about to be ordered in on Zombie horde roughly two hundred plus miles away."
Convoy Lead, Captain Jung Park Lee
Captain Jung Park Lee listens to the radio report of roughly five hundred thousand Zombies that are about to have several of the largest conventional weapons in Boomtown's arsenal dropped on it. He shakes his head and scans the tree line as his tank noses its way deeper into Diberia. Just weeks ago he'd seen the ICBM FAEs of the Imperium incinerate nearly three hundred to four hundred thousand Zombies. He is suddenly curious to know how well the daisycutter will do against the Zombies. He doesn't dwell upon it for very long as he realizes tonight is going to be interesting as the majority of the Jungle had given way to rough farmland and scrub brush.
Nice open country that gives an unblocked view for several hundred yards, but it also makes it easier for wandering Zombie packs to discover Tiger Force as well. The noise of the tank engines, the chopper rotors, and the howl of the aircraft engines definitely make it impossible to approach quietly. It wouldn't matter though as stealth isn't what General Park Kim had in mind when he conceived of the operation to begin with.
Lead C-130 of Hungry Flight
Flight Leader Gyup Myung-bok grins as he holds his keeps his approach nice and steady. Deploying a 15,000 pound Daisycutter isn't hard, but it does pay to keep the plane nice and level to keep the device more or less on target. His copilot says, "Sir, we are clear to deploy."
"Deploy drag chute," screams Myung-bok as he wipes away a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
The crew chief throws a drag chute out the rear of the plane. The chute is quickly filled and it drags the 15,000 pound bomb out of the rear of the plane. The additional drag chutes immediately deploy to slow the bomb's rate of descent. It never pays to drop such a huge device without something of a head start to avoid getting swatted out of the air by your own bomb. In the front of the plane the pilot, Gyup Myung-bok slams the throttles all the way forward and listens to the sounds of the engine roar in protest at the suddenly increased demands.
Behind them other three planes have deployed and dropped their own daisycutters and have slammed their throttles all the way forward as well as they fight to gain altitude as quickly as possible. While their ride is about to get interesting anyone within a mile of the bomb's blast radius is going to have even more of an interesting time. Luckily for the GLS soldiers the daisycutters are dropped about 4 miles away from their base. Damage should probably be limited to a few bumps and bruises at the most.
The same can't be said for the Zombies below though.
Resupply Point Gonzo
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee squeezes the butterfly triggers of his .50 caliber machine gun. He keeps squeezing even after the last Zombie runs out of the house within the small town they have just rolled into. He rakes the heavy fire up and down as he riddles the house from top to bottom. With nothing else coming out of the house, and the majority of the house more or less reduced to rubble by the .50 caliber fire he stops shooting. He toggles his transmitter and says, "Damn Yankee here, the house are full of Zombies if you haven't noticed. Tanks are to advance and smash them, over."
"Copy sir, tanks are to advance and smash them, over," replies his Battalion leaders one by one.
The Lt. Colonel drops down into his tanks and pulls the hatch shut behind him. He cranks it shut as the tank lurches forward and smashes into the side of the house. Not many houses can stand up to a fifty ton tank when it comes to a pushing contest. He toggles his transmitter again and says, "Infantry do not dismount. I want to clear a kill zone around our perimeter first. Stay buttoned up, over."
"Copy sir, infantry to stay buttoned up, over."
Captain Jung Park Lee's Company East End of Town
"Sweet Buddha's balls," whispers Captain Jung Park Lee as he just stares in awe at the approaching host. Certainly it wasn't as large as the Zombie crowd he faced a few weeks back at the bridge, but it certainly is large enough for a good day's work.
"Sir, BEEHIVE ready to fire," his gunner informs him.
"Hold fire, let them get close," he says back.
"Aye, aye sir," replies his gunner.
"Tac Air this is Eve, over."
"Eve, this is Tac Air, go ahead over."
"Tac Air we have a fifty to sixty thousand strong force approaching from the east."
"Eve we've already spotted them and air support is on the way, over."
"Tac Air, is this the same group that was hit earlier by the Daisycutters, over?"
"Eve, that's a negative, over."
Captain Jung Park Lee goes back to what he is doing as he quietly passes the orders over his radio to organize his company. The tanks are deployed in a line from north to south. Between them are the APCs, and behind them is a company of Mech Infantry, still inside their ACPs, from the 7th Armored Regiment. As Captain Jung Park Lee goes about these details other forces are swung into play to prepare to combat the Zombies as they stumble, run, and lurch their way ever closer.
Amazing Company, 4th Battalion, 7th Armored Regiment, located 50 meters west of Captain Jung Park Lee's Company
"Make a line running from north to south," orders Captain Harry Congyle as he urges his men off their APCs and into position. The men quickly deploy by squads as they fan out in front of their APCs and advance to fill the gaps between Captain Jung Park Lee's APCs and tanks. Once the men arrive they fall to the earth and quickly begin to scrape out shallow holes to fight from with their entrenching tools. They hurry as they know the Zombies will be arriving within minutes.
Behind the dismounted infantry the waiting APCs open their ranks in a manner that will allow Captain Jung Park Lee's tanks and APCs to withdrawal without behind impeded. Their boarding ramps are left up for the time being as no driver or gunner in an APC really wants to enjoy the close company of a Zombie.
Above Tiger Force
Twenty Four UH-1N Gunships fly at about fifty feet off the ground as they pass over the top of Tiger Force from the west. They open fire with their 7.62 miniguns and 40 mm nose mounted grenade launcher. Behind them another 12 AH-1F Cobra Helicopters loiter waiting for their larger cousins to clear the area before making their attack runs. At three thousand feet 2 West Virginian AC-130 Gunships circle waiting to unload their deadly cargoes. At five thousand feet six MIG-29 fighters wait to drop their canisters of Napalm and cluster bombs. With the MIG-29s are the 18 OV-10 Broncos that are heavily loaded down with 7.62 miniguns, fragmentation bombs, and white phosphorus bombs.
Four hundred Meters West of Captain Jung Park Lee's position
24 M-113 Gavin APCs come to a stop. They aren't filled with troops like the other APCs. They are filled with ammo and 120mm mortars. The tops of the APCs open as the canvas roofs are pulled aside to reveal the stubby mouths of the 120 mm mortars. Deadly high explosive rounds are prepared as the men adjust the mortars as they wait.
1000 meters west on the west end of town
The 24 155mm SPH are parked and waiting. High explosive rounds have been stuffed into their barrels and the needed adjustments had been made to bring the weapons to bear.
3 hours later
General Park Kim looks over the battle site on the Eastern end of town and nearly vomits. Eighty nine of his men dead because they didn't follow orders. He hisses at Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee and asks, "What idiot deploys infantry in the face of nearly sixty thousand Zombies?"
"A dead idiot sir," replies Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee who would love nothing more than to be the man who had the chance to put Captain Harry Congyle into his own afterlife.
"Brief all your officers, make them understand," snaps General Park Kim as he stomps away in a furious rage.
He examines the message from the Great Lakes B-52 with cruel eyes. Those who know him would confirm that this is the look he tends to get before joining battle. "A huge horde of 500,000 zombies...," he mutters to himself.
"Sir, shall I call in for Air Support," asks his scared looking radioman?
"In a manner of speaking yes," replies General Park Kim as he turns to his left and pulls a battered hand bag out from under the bench he is sitting on. He extracts a notebook from the handbag and opens it. He turns a few pages, he smiles, and then he says, "Get Tac Air on the horn."
"Tac Air, this is Foxhole Junior, over," says the nervous radioman into the transmitters hand-piece.
"Foxhole Junior, this is Tac Air, over."
"Tac Air, transferring you to Foxhole Senior, over."
"Copy, Foxhole Junior is transferring to Foxhole Senior, over."
"Tac Air, this is Foxhole Senior. I want you to order up a strike of Daisycutters, over."
"Copy, Foxhole one strike of Daisycutters to be ordered up, over."
General Park Kim turns to his radio man and says, "Pass the word, Daisycutters about to be ordered in on Zombie horde roughly two hundred plus miles away."
Convoy Lead, Captain Jung Park Lee
Captain Jung Park Lee listens to the radio report of roughly five hundred thousand Zombies that are about to have several of the largest conventional weapons in Boomtown's arsenal dropped on it. He shakes his head and scans the tree line as his tank noses its way deeper into Diberia. Just weeks ago he'd seen the ICBM FAEs of the Imperium incinerate nearly three hundred to four hundred thousand Zombies. He is suddenly curious to know how well the daisycutter will do against the Zombies. He doesn't dwell upon it for very long as he realizes tonight is going to be interesting as the majority of the Jungle had given way to rough farmland and scrub brush.
Nice open country that gives an unblocked view for several hundred yards, but it also makes it easier for wandering Zombie packs to discover Tiger Force as well. The noise of the tank engines, the chopper rotors, and the howl of the aircraft engines definitely make it impossible to approach quietly. It wouldn't matter though as stealth isn't what General Park Kim had in mind when he conceived of the operation to begin with.
Lead C-130 of Hungry Flight
Flight Leader Gyup Myung-bok grins as he holds his keeps his approach nice and steady. Deploying a 15,000 pound Daisycutter isn't hard, but it does pay to keep the plane nice and level to keep the device more or less on target. His copilot says, "Sir, we are clear to deploy."
"Deploy drag chute," screams Myung-bok as he wipes away a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
The crew chief throws a drag chute out the rear of the plane. The chute is quickly filled and it drags the 15,000 pound bomb out of the rear of the plane. The additional drag chutes immediately deploy to slow the bomb's rate of descent. It never pays to drop such a huge device without something of a head start to avoid getting swatted out of the air by your own bomb. In the front of the plane the pilot, Gyup Myung-bok slams the throttles all the way forward and listens to the sounds of the engine roar in protest at the suddenly increased demands.
Behind them other three planes have deployed and dropped their own daisycutters and have slammed their throttles all the way forward as well as they fight to gain altitude as quickly as possible. While their ride is about to get interesting anyone within a mile of the bomb's blast radius is going to have even more of an interesting time. Luckily for the GLS soldiers the daisycutters are dropped about 4 miles away from their base. Damage should probably be limited to a few bumps and bruises at the most.
The same can't be said for the Zombies below though.
Resupply Point Gonzo
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee squeezes the butterfly triggers of his .50 caliber machine gun. He keeps squeezing even after the last Zombie runs out of the house within the small town they have just rolled into. He rakes the heavy fire up and down as he riddles the house from top to bottom. With nothing else coming out of the house, and the majority of the house more or less reduced to rubble by the .50 caliber fire he stops shooting. He toggles his transmitter and says, "Damn Yankee here, the house are full of Zombies if you haven't noticed. Tanks are to advance and smash them, over."
"Copy sir, tanks are to advance and smash them, over," replies his Battalion leaders one by one.
The Lt. Colonel drops down into his tanks and pulls the hatch shut behind him. He cranks it shut as the tank lurches forward and smashes into the side of the house. Not many houses can stand up to a fifty ton tank when it comes to a pushing contest. He toggles his transmitter again and says, "Infantry do not dismount. I want to clear a kill zone around our perimeter first. Stay buttoned up, over."
"Copy sir, infantry to stay buttoned up, over."
Captain Jung Park Lee's Company East End of Town
"Sweet Buddha's balls," whispers Captain Jung Park Lee as he just stares in awe at the approaching host. Certainly it wasn't as large as the Zombie crowd he faced a few weeks back at the bridge, but it certainly is large enough for a good day's work.
"Sir, BEEHIVE ready to fire," his gunner informs him.
"Hold fire, let them get close," he says back.
"Aye, aye sir," replies his gunner.
"Tac Air this is Eve, over."
"Eve, this is Tac Air, go ahead over."
"Tac Air we have a fifty to sixty thousand strong force approaching from the east."
"Eve we've already spotted them and air support is on the way, over."
"Tac Air, is this the same group that was hit earlier by the Daisycutters, over?"
"Eve, that's a negative, over."
Captain Jung Park Lee goes back to what he is doing as he quietly passes the orders over his radio to organize his company. The tanks are deployed in a line from north to south. Between them are the APCs, and behind them is a company of Mech Infantry, still inside their ACPs, from the 7th Armored Regiment. As Captain Jung Park Lee goes about these details other forces are swung into play to prepare to combat the Zombies as they stumble, run, and lurch their way ever closer.
Amazing Company, 4th Battalion, 7th Armored Regiment, located 50 meters west of Captain Jung Park Lee's Company
"Make a line running from north to south," orders Captain Harry Congyle as he urges his men off their APCs and into position. The men quickly deploy by squads as they fan out in front of their APCs and advance to fill the gaps between Captain Jung Park Lee's APCs and tanks. Once the men arrive they fall to the earth and quickly begin to scrape out shallow holes to fight from with their entrenching tools. They hurry as they know the Zombies will be arriving within minutes.
Behind the dismounted infantry the waiting APCs open their ranks in a manner that will allow Captain Jung Park Lee's tanks and APCs to withdrawal without behind impeded. Their boarding ramps are left up for the time being as no driver or gunner in an APC really wants to enjoy the close company of a Zombie.
Above Tiger Force
Twenty Four UH-1N Gunships fly at about fifty feet off the ground as they pass over the top of Tiger Force from the west. They open fire with their 7.62 miniguns and 40 mm nose mounted grenade launcher. Behind them another 12 AH-1F Cobra Helicopters loiter waiting for their larger cousins to clear the area before making their attack runs. At three thousand feet 2 West Virginian AC-130 Gunships circle waiting to unload their deadly cargoes. At five thousand feet six MIG-29 fighters wait to drop their canisters of Napalm and cluster bombs. With the MIG-29s are the 18 OV-10 Broncos that are heavily loaded down with 7.62 miniguns, fragmentation bombs, and white phosphorus bombs.
Four hundred Meters West of Captain Jung Park Lee's position
24 M-113 Gavin APCs come to a stop. They aren't filled with troops like the other APCs. They are filled with ammo and 120mm mortars. The tops of the APCs open as the canvas roofs are pulled aside to reveal the stubby mouths of the 120 mm mortars. Deadly high explosive rounds are prepared as the men adjust the mortars as they wait.
1000 meters west on the west end of town
The 24 155mm SPH are parked and waiting. High explosive rounds have been stuffed into their barrels and the needed adjustments had been made to bring the weapons to bear.
3 hours later
General Park Kim looks over the battle site on the Eastern end of town and nearly vomits. Eighty nine of his men dead because they didn't follow orders. He hisses at Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee and asks, "What idiot deploys infantry in the face of nearly sixty thousand Zombies?"
"A dead idiot sir," replies Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee who would love nothing more than to be the man who had the chance to put Captain Harry Congyle into his own afterlife.
"Brief all your officers, make them understand," snaps General Park Kim as he stomps away in a furious rage.
"What the bloody..." mumbles General Fran as the hordes of zombies continued to run toward his makeshift base despite being crushed by the giant bomb that was deployed by the Boom Town air force. General Fran yelled in his radio, "I want 10 bombers to blast the zombies, there are too many zombies for us to handle." "Negative sir, all of the flying bombers are empty, they need to rearm and refuel." Fran, now furious, asked, "What about the second bomber units?" "They have been grounded after flying into flocks of birds. I am afraid you are without any of our air support for about a hour."
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Urgent message from GLS military to Boom Town military:
We are 10 km away from the devastated Heskan base, but now we can't move since there are still more zombies attacking us. Our air support is unable to bomb the zombies for about a hour since our first jet bomber unit need to refuel and rearm, and the closest air field is on the eastern coast of Diberia, and our second jet bomber unit are under repairs after flying into a flock of birds. There is about another 200,000 zombies approaching from the north.
We need air support, imminently...
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Urgent message from GLS military to Boom Town military:
We are 10 km away from the devastated Heskan base, but now we can't move since there are still more zombies attacking us. Our air support is unable to bomb the zombies for about a hour since our first jet bomber unit need to refuel and rearm, and the closest air field is on the eastern coast of Diberia, and our second jet bomber unit are under repairs after flying into a flock of birds. There is about another 200,000 zombies approaching from the north.
We need air support, imminently...
OOC: We dropped 4 of those bombs, not 1.
IC:
Resupply Point Gonzo, early morning
"This is Foxhole calling Eve, over."
"This is Eve, go ahead Foxhole, over," replies Captain Jung Park Lee.
"We've gotten a radio request from GLS units requesting assistance, over," replies General Park Kim.
"We will assist, over," asks Captain Jung Park Lee.
"I've routed 2 AC-130 Gunships, but our cupboards are bare for the time being, over."
"Copy Foxhole, permission to take lead, over?"
"Negative Eve, We have one last flight of C-130s coming in, we need to hold in place until then, over."
"Copy Foxhole, hold in place, over."
General Park's APC
The General greets the replacement infantrymen that have just been flown in from 'Easytown'. Behind them are the last few replacement M-113 Gavin APCs that have been flown in. While it would have been nice to have airlifted in the replacements for the twenty three tanks lost due to combat and breakdowns the C-130s are just not capable of such a feat. The engines of the C-130s howl in protest as they strain to loft the ponderous plane into the air, while the General clears his throat to speak a few words to the new arrivals.
With the throb of the airplane engines fading away into the distance the General says, "I'm glad to have you men here. Those shoulder patches show me you are from the Pyeongtaek Regiment. I'm thrilled to have you here. You are Mech Infantry trained and have worked with the 7th Armored during the attack on the rebels in Cholla."
Captain Harold Baek speaks in a loud clear voice as he says, "We are happy to be here sir."
"Good man, and I'm sure you will all do well here. Just remember to follow Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee's orders. The last Amazing Company commander didn't and his entire company was destroyed because of it," replies General Park Kim as he turns away and returns to his APC.
Once inside he is handed a message that reads, 'En-route to Easytown, Firestorm.'
Easytown Airfield
Two AC-130 Gunships take off and fly to provide covering fire for the GLS forces who requested it.
IC:
Resupply Point Gonzo, early morning
"This is Foxhole calling Eve, over."
"This is Eve, go ahead Foxhole, over," replies Captain Jung Park Lee.
"We've gotten a radio request from GLS units requesting assistance, over," replies General Park Kim.
"We will assist, over," asks Captain Jung Park Lee.
"I've routed 2 AC-130 Gunships, but our cupboards are bare for the time being, over."
"Copy Foxhole, permission to take lead, over?"
"Negative Eve, We have one last flight of C-130s coming in, we need to hold in place until then, over."
"Copy Foxhole, hold in place, over."
General Park's APC
The General greets the replacement infantrymen that have just been flown in from 'Easytown'. Behind them are the last few replacement M-113 Gavin APCs that have been flown in. While it would have been nice to have airlifted in the replacements for the twenty three tanks lost due to combat and breakdowns the C-130s are just not capable of such a feat. The engines of the C-130s howl in protest as they strain to loft the ponderous plane into the air, while the General clears his throat to speak a few words to the new arrivals.
With the throb of the airplane engines fading away into the distance the General says, "I'm glad to have you men here. Those shoulder patches show me you are from the Pyeongtaek Regiment. I'm thrilled to have you here. You are Mech Infantry trained and have worked with the 7th Armored during the attack on the rebels in Cholla."
Captain Harold Baek speaks in a loud clear voice as he says, "We are happy to be here sir."
"Good man, and I'm sure you will all do well here. Just remember to follow Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee's orders. The last Amazing Company commander didn't and his entire company was destroyed because of it," replies General Park Kim as he turns away and returns to his APC.
Once inside he is handed a message that reads, 'En-route to Easytown, Firestorm.'
Easytown Airfield
Two AC-130 Gunships take off and fly to provide covering fire for the GLS forces who requested it.
General Fran had ordered 50 attack helicopters to blast the zombies to reduce the pressure on his troops and armored vehicles, but then got this radio message, "Mission failure sir. 21 of our attack helicopters have been destroyed, 19 helicopters have been damaged, and the remaining 10 helicopters have given up on the mission. The giant zombies have damaged and destroyed many of our attack helicopters by throwing objects at the helicopters."
Fran was stunned by the radio message, his army was doomed. The giant zombies have learned how to take out helicopters...
He picked up his phone, and said, "Radio operators, warn our allies that the giant zombies have learned how to take out helicopters by throwing objects."
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From GLS military to Boom Town, Dellian Empire, and Imperium military:
Warning, the giant zombies are starting to learn how to knock our helicopters out of the sky by throwing objects. The giant zombies around us have already destroyed our 21 attack helicopters and damaged 19 helicopters.
Fran was stunned by the radio message, his army was doomed. The giant zombies have learned how to take out helicopters...
He picked up his phone, and said, "Radio operators, warn our allies that the giant zombies have learned how to take out helicopters by throwing objects."
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From GLS military to Boom Town, Dellian Empire, and Imperium military:
Warning, the giant zombies are starting to learn how to knock our helicopters out of the sky by throwing objects. The giant zombies around us have already destroyed our 21 attack helicopters and damaged 19 helicopters.
*Northern Route, Imperial Axis of Advance*
It was a madness, for some time. Each wave of zombies was met with the full might of the Imperial Ground Command. Hour after hour, round after round sent broken and battered bodies into the foliage to rot permanently while the Imperial War machine continued to roll inexorably towards its' ultimate goal in the conquering of assigned regions.
"I don't care who the civilians in the way are, if they're protesting this war they deserve to be shot!" Vasquez roared out at her Battalion Commander spearheading the offensive. Some remnant of the Diberian population had banded together and formed a human wall attempting to block the Imperial Offensive. Of course, the only thing that really bothered Vasquez were the shouts and jeers.
"Zombies are our brothers!"
"Meat is Murder!"
"They just want to be friends!"
The stupidity of the Progressive citizens appalled the Force Commander. She gave the order.
"Drive right through their little camp!"
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"And in other news, our brave boys on the front continue to make progress against the menace of undead forces. Aside from a slight delay on the northern advance axis, which was solved quickly thanks to Force Commander Vasquez, the entire offensive is according to schedule." -- Imperial News.
It was a madness, for some time. Each wave of zombies was met with the full might of the Imperial Ground Command. Hour after hour, round after round sent broken and battered bodies into the foliage to rot permanently while the Imperial War machine continued to roll inexorably towards its' ultimate goal in the conquering of assigned regions.
"I don't care who the civilians in the way are, if they're protesting this war they deserve to be shot!" Vasquez roared out at her Battalion Commander spearheading the offensive. Some remnant of the Diberian population had banded together and formed a human wall attempting to block the Imperial Offensive. Of course, the only thing that really bothered Vasquez were the shouts and jeers.
"Zombies are our brothers!"
"Meat is Murder!"
"They just want to be friends!"
The stupidity of the Progressive citizens appalled the Force Commander. She gave the order.
"Drive right through their little camp!"
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"And in other news, our brave boys on the front continue to make progress against the menace of undead forces. Aside from a slight delay on the northern advance axis, which was solved quickly thanks to Force Commander Vasquez, the entire offensive is according to schedule." -- Imperial News.
OOC: Oh yes because we all know that helicopters flying at speeds in excess of 180 MPH make the best targets for Zombie Giants throwing stuff at them.
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QUOTE (Firestorm @ Jan 28 2009, 08:53 PM)
OOC: Oh yes because we all know that helicopters flying at speeds in excess of 180 MPH make the best targets for Zombie Giants throwing stuff at them.
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OOC: No, the attack helicopters WERE flying at 180 MPH, but when they approach the mob of zombies and start firing, they slowed down to about 10-20 MPH to get good aim. Of course, the pilots didn't realize that the giant zombies would throw stuff at them.
Resupply Point Sabre
A long heavy burst of machine gun fire rips the silence of the early hours of the morning. Up until then the night had been remarkably peaceful with next to zero Zombie activity. The push though to Resupply Point Sabre had been tough, but manageable. Two sharp engagements had been required to dislodge groups of Zombies from their path. Deploying for the night had gone smoothly and most of the men, once with their assigned tasks, had fallen on the ground to get a few hours of badly needed sleep. However, sleep tends to go out the window when someone fires off a .50 caliber Heavy Machine Gun.
Silence returns to Resupply Point Sabre and the tension gripping the men eases just a bit. They begin to sit back down, make themselves comfortable, and a few even make a sarcastic comment or two about itchy trigger fingers. Most of them lay down hoping they can get a few moments more of sleep as they adjust themselves this way and that on their make shift beds. Sleep tends to come easily to soldiers no matter where they sleep given the rigors of their occupation. Killing is another part of their occupation, and killing is something they've found themselves doing a great deal of these last couple days.
All across the entire perimeter the sounds of the 11th Armored Regimental Combat Team's 3rd Squad of Charlie Company of the 8th Mechanized Infantry Battalion opening fire on a small group of Zombies shatters whatever feeble attempts at going back to sleep. The night air comes alive as the 120mm mortars of both Armored Regiments begin to fire a steady pattern of flares all along the 360 degrees of the perimeter as the men and machines begin to grunt, groan, and complain their way into action. The flares do their jobs nicely as the night is turned to day and reveal the rest of the Zombies.
Captain Jung Park Lee's Company
Captain Jung Park Lee's eyes are now fully open as he drives his thumbs down on the butterfly triggers of his .50 caliber machine gun. He doesn't need to say much to his gunner or the rest of his vehicle commanders as they have similar ideas. The tank company, more or less, simultaneously opens fire a few moments after the mortar fired flares open up the night and show them the Zombies approaching like a slavering, lurching mob of undead fiends wanting nothing more than to feast upon Tiger Force. Captain Jung Park Lee has always taken the stance that it is a moment like this one where proper motivation goes out the window in the face of sheer terror and the overwhelming lust for survival.
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee only wishes that he could have gotten some sleep. Most of his night, up to the point here he had been forced to draw his pistol and open fire on a Zombie crawling up the front of his tank, had been spent writing letters to the families of the soldiers who had died under his command in this campaign. Just as soon as he heard the first rattle of machine gun fire he put the letters away and opened the hatch on his tank to stand in the turret. The dark night hadn't given up its secrets to him in any useful way so he had sat back down and continued with his chore. Once the entire perimeter had exploded into bedlam writing letters more or less had stopped, and was quickly replaced with killing zombies.
Easytown
"Gents it looks as if Tiger Force is hemmed in on all sides," says Lt. General Firestorm.
"We have a squadron of OV-10 Bronocs on station."
"That isn't going to cut it. We need to interdict the Zombies before they can mass around the perimter of Tiger Force in sufficient numbers to overwhelm any part of the line. They just don't have enough room to properly manuveer their tanks inside of Resupply Point Sabre. Once inside the Resupply Point the Zombies will have free run of the place. We have Engineers and techs all over the place working on vehicles. They'll be massacred," Firestorm states.
"So we go deep with 1000 pounders," replies Squadron Leader Baek Rhee.
"Yes we go deep with 1000 pounders, napalm, cluster bombs, and anything else we can dump out the side of our planes and helicopters," responds Wing Commander Kwak.
"That is more or less the plan. I'm going to take one of the C-130s and create an Aerial Command center. General Park Kim will have his hands full on the ground. All Tac Air requests will be funneled through one of the eight radiomen I'm taking with me," Firestorm says as he nods to Friday.
Friday stands up and says, "That's not all. We will be loading two rifle companies into the Huey transports. We should be able to drop 200 men and their heavy equipment anywhere we need to on request. I'll be sorting this out."
"Any questions," asks Firestorm?
The men, all professionals, stand as one and leave as they understand their orders well enough.
General Park Kim's APC
General Park Kim calmly issues out a stream of simple, but extremely important orders. With the first of the aircraft coming in from Boomtown several things needed to quickly occur. "Mortars, this is Foxhole, over," he calmly says into the hand piece of his transmitter.
"Foxhole, this is Mortars, go ahead over."
"Mortars, how much longer can you keep up with the flares, over?"
"Foxhole, we have roughly twenty to thirty more minutes worth, over."
"Mortars, switch to high explosive for the time being. We'll have an AC-130 on station shortly, over."
"Copy Foxhole, switch to HE, over."
General Park Kim looks over at his radio man and says, "Get the Arty on the line and tell them to hold fire as we have fast movers and choppers coming in."
"Yes sir," replies his radioman as he changes the channel and goes about carrying out the General's orders.
3rd Squad, 2nd Platoon, Dog Company, 4th Battalion of 7th Armored Regiment
The boys of Third Squad all have more or less accepted the fact that they are about to die. The section of the line that they have been tasked to defend has been nearly over-run. The two tanks and three APCs had been destroyed by repeated waves of Zombies. The rest of their platoon had just been killed in the last rush. Looking out into the semi-darkness of the night they can see another approaching horde of Zombies. Not your average Zombies either, but elephantambies and some other new type of Zombie.
This new type of zombie is a bit bigger, much faster, and far stronger than the normal Zombies. Strong enough to rip the hatch right off the turret of an M-60 tank. The Squad Leader looks at his squad and asks, "Anyone in favor of bugging out?"
"Not me," says Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee as he walks out of the darkness. Behind him is another platoon of men who begin taking up positions.
"Sir," shout the men of 3rd Squad.
"Steady now boys, and keep your heads down. Things are about to get interesting," says the Lt. Colonel as he hunkers down behind the corpse of an Elephantambie.
Lt. General Firestorm's C-130 Command Post
"AC-130s to provide fire support for the 7th Armored Regiment," orders Firestorm.
West Virginian AC-130 Gunships
"Two by two boys, you know the drill."
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee's position
"Have them bring their fire in closer," The Lt. Colonel shouts to his radio man.
West Virginian AC-130s
"Bring it in closer," the pilot asks?
"Yes closer," confirms his copilot.
"Closer we shall my good man," responds the pilot.
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee's position
"That will do the trick nicely," Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes says to his radioman as he peeks over the top of the dead Elephantambie. He watches the sheer carnage of the deadly pattern of 40mm cannon fire, 105mm howitzer fire, and 7.62 minigun as it rips apart the advancing Zombies. The shock waves of the ordinance hitting the Zombies makes the ground rattle around him. He pats the side of the dead elephantambie and says to the men around him, "Never underestimate the value of good cover boys."
Captain Jung Park Lee's Position
Things are not looking good for the Captain or his unit. Repeated waves of zombies and Elephantambies had nearly exhausted their ammunition. The last attack had forced the Captain to use his pistol to finish off a Zombie after his .50 caliber had run out of ammo. He toggles the hand-piece and says, "Eve calling TacAir, over."
"Eve, this is TacAir, go ahead."
"TacAir, ammo situation dire, and we have more hostiles incoming, over."
"Copy Eve, ammo situation dire with more incoming, routing air assets to your position now, over."
"Copy Tac Air, friendlies inbound, over."
44th Air Commando
Twelve Huey UH-1N Gunships drop out of the dark night. They come to a hover above Captain Jung Park Lee's tanks, activate their search lights, and open fire with everything they have. 40 mm grenades, 7.62 mm miniguns, and 2.75 inch rockets lash out from the helicopters and into the advancing ranks of the Zombies. Limbs, blood, gristle, and fragments of flesh fly everywhere at the ungodly torrent of firepower being let loose on the Zombies.
One Zombie, a rather large one, has enough presence of mind to pick up a log. It rushes forward, summons up all its strength, and hurls the log at one of the UH-1N helicopters. The log flies through the air and promptly bounces off the thick armored glass of the helicopter. The pilot shrugs, triggers his miniguns and watches the giant Zombie get torn to pieces in under a few seconds. The pilot says to himself, "Stupid Zombies."
Squadron Leader Rhee Baek's Squadron
"Confirmed sir," Squadron Leader Rhee Baek says as he makes a few quick adjustments to the course of his MIG-29 Fighter. He updates his squadron by using his radio to say, "We have a confirmed sitting of a large Zombie Concentration massing about 2000 yards outside of the 11th's positions. Prepare to follow me and be damn sure you don't drop any of your ordinance early. I'd hate to see what a 1000 pounder would do to any of our own."
"Copy Talon Lead," his eleven fellow MIG-29 pilots sound off one by one as they roll their planes to the left to begin their approaches.
General Park Kim's APC
"Just as soon as the MIGs drop their ordinance I want your gunners to open up with VT rounds. Do you understand, over," asks General Park Kim as he holds the radio microphone in his sweat coated hand?
"Copy sir, VT rounds as soon as the MIGs drop their loads, over."
"TacAir, this is Foxhole, over," continues the General.
"Foxhole, this is TacAir, go ahead over," replies Lt. General Firestorm.
"TacAir, glad to have you with us, over," says General Park Kim upon recognizing the voice.
"Foxhole, you had to explain to my wife how I lost a leg. I'm only making sure I don't have to explain to yours if anything happens to you, over."
"Good to know TacAir, I have a small request for some air support, over."
"Copy Eve, and I'm going to guess you want it more or less on the same spot the MIGs are about to hit, over?"
"Confirmed TacAir, same spot as the MIGs, over."
3rd Squadron, OV-10 Broncos, 456 Aerial Assault Wing
"Copy sir, we are on the way," responds the Squadron Leader as he passes the word to the rest of his pilots. As he banks his aircraft he looks over his avaliable ordinance. Napalm canisters, 2.75 inch rocket pods, 7.62 mm miniguns, and not much more. Still it will be good to finally do something useful rather than flying around in circles.
"Follow me," he orders his Squadron as he banks his plane towards the Zombie host that is currently being afflicted by 1000 pounders from 4th Squadron's MIG-29s.
45th Air Commando
"Copy sir," replies the Wing Commander as he peers down at the map strapped to his leg. He says to his copilot over the intercom, "Prepare to follow in the OV-10s that should be passing under us in about twenty seconds or so."
"Yes sir," replies the copilot.
"All pilots, follow my lead to and keep up your speed. I don't want us loitering to long, over," orders the commander of the AH-1F Cobra wing.
The Wing Commander listens to his pilots sound off one by one with, "Copy sir," as he quietly sends out instructions to his squadron commanders on their specific frequencies.
11th Armored Regiment Command Center
Lt. Colonel Jack Harris, the replacement for the previous Commander of the 11th who was killed yesterday, watches the MIG-29s from the turret of his tank. They scream in from the north leaving behind massive explosions as they drop 1000 pounders into the ranks of the attacking Zombies.
Even before he has a chance to collect his wits the scream of 155 mm shells flying over his head causes him to duck. As he peers over the rim of his tank's hatch he watches as a wave of VT fire ripples across the now diminished ranks of the Zombies. The exploding shells send wave after wave of steel into the Zombies as they erupt thirty meters above their targets.
As the last shell screams over he stands and more or less immediately ducks as the howl of the OV-10 Bronco engines thunder above him as the aircraft pass over at about 500 feet. Rockets and 7.62 minigun fire descend from the sky and is rapidly followed by the swoosh and boom of exploding napalm canisters.
Harris stands back up and can immediately feel the heat of the exploding napalm on his face. Words don't quite express the feelings that run through a man after viewing such a sight. He isn't given much time to dwell on his thoughts as he is nearly blown completely out of his tank turret by the roaring blades of the AH-1F Cobras that pass over him at about one hundred feet in the air.
An Hour later
"Keep dropping napalm for a bit more, over," requests General Park Kim.
"We'll use up what we have, over," replies Lt. General Firestorm.
"Much appreciated, over."
"Not a bother Foxhole, just keep your heads down. The worst of it seems to be over with. For now, over."
"For now anyway, over," replies General Park Kim.
"I'll send in the Hueys. We have 200 men loaded on them already. Keep them as I'm almost certain you'll need them. We'll start evacing wounded immediately, over."
"Copy TacAir, Hueys inbound to evac wounded, over."
A long heavy burst of machine gun fire rips the silence of the early hours of the morning. Up until then the night had been remarkably peaceful with next to zero Zombie activity. The push though to Resupply Point Sabre had been tough, but manageable. Two sharp engagements had been required to dislodge groups of Zombies from their path. Deploying for the night had gone smoothly and most of the men, once with their assigned tasks, had fallen on the ground to get a few hours of badly needed sleep. However, sleep tends to go out the window when someone fires off a .50 caliber Heavy Machine Gun.
Silence returns to Resupply Point Sabre and the tension gripping the men eases just a bit. They begin to sit back down, make themselves comfortable, and a few even make a sarcastic comment or two about itchy trigger fingers. Most of them lay down hoping they can get a few moments more of sleep as they adjust themselves this way and that on their make shift beds. Sleep tends to come easily to soldiers no matter where they sleep given the rigors of their occupation. Killing is another part of their occupation, and killing is something they've found themselves doing a great deal of these last couple days.
All across the entire perimeter the sounds of the 11th Armored Regimental Combat Team's 3rd Squad of Charlie Company of the 8th Mechanized Infantry Battalion opening fire on a small group of Zombies shatters whatever feeble attempts at going back to sleep. The night air comes alive as the 120mm mortars of both Armored Regiments begin to fire a steady pattern of flares all along the 360 degrees of the perimeter as the men and machines begin to grunt, groan, and complain their way into action. The flares do their jobs nicely as the night is turned to day and reveal the rest of the Zombies.
Captain Jung Park Lee's Company
Captain Jung Park Lee's eyes are now fully open as he drives his thumbs down on the butterfly triggers of his .50 caliber machine gun. He doesn't need to say much to his gunner or the rest of his vehicle commanders as they have similar ideas. The tank company, more or less, simultaneously opens fire a few moments after the mortar fired flares open up the night and show them the Zombies approaching like a slavering, lurching mob of undead fiends wanting nothing more than to feast upon Tiger Force. Captain Jung Park Lee has always taken the stance that it is a moment like this one where proper motivation goes out the window in the face of sheer terror and the overwhelming lust for survival.
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee only wishes that he could have gotten some sleep. Most of his night, up to the point here he had been forced to draw his pistol and open fire on a Zombie crawling up the front of his tank, had been spent writing letters to the families of the soldiers who had died under his command in this campaign. Just as soon as he heard the first rattle of machine gun fire he put the letters away and opened the hatch on his tank to stand in the turret. The dark night hadn't given up its secrets to him in any useful way so he had sat back down and continued with his chore. Once the entire perimeter had exploded into bedlam writing letters more or less had stopped, and was quickly replaced with killing zombies.
Easytown
"Gents it looks as if Tiger Force is hemmed in on all sides," says Lt. General Firestorm.
"We have a squadron of OV-10 Bronocs on station."
"That isn't going to cut it. We need to interdict the Zombies before they can mass around the perimter of Tiger Force in sufficient numbers to overwhelm any part of the line. They just don't have enough room to properly manuveer their tanks inside of Resupply Point Sabre. Once inside the Resupply Point the Zombies will have free run of the place. We have Engineers and techs all over the place working on vehicles. They'll be massacred," Firestorm states.
"So we go deep with 1000 pounders," replies Squadron Leader Baek Rhee.
"Yes we go deep with 1000 pounders, napalm, cluster bombs, and anything else we can dump out the side of our planes and helicopters," responds Wing Commander Kwak.
"That is more or less the plan. I'm going to take one of the C-130s and create an Aerial Command center. General Park Kim will have his hands full on the ground. All Tac Air requests will be funneled through one of the eight radiomen I'm taking with me," Firestorm says as he nods to Friday.
Friday stands up and says, "That's not all. We will be loading two rifle companies into the Huey transports. We should be able to drop 200 men and their heavy equipment anywhere we need to on request. I'll be sorting this out."
"Any questions," asks Firestorm?
The men, all professionals, stand as one and leave as they understand their orders well enough.
General Park Kim's APC
General Park Kim calmly issues out a stream of simple, but extremely important orders. With the first of the aircraft coming in from Boomtown several things needed to quickly occur. "Mortars, this is Foxhole, over," he calmly says into the hand piece of his transmitter.
"Foxhole, this is Mortars, go ahead over."
"Mortars, how much longer can you keep up with the flares, over?"
"Foxhole, we have roughly twenty to thirty more minutes worth, over."
"Mortars, switch to high explosive for the time being. We'll have an AC-130 on station shortly, over."
"Copy Foxhole, switch to HE, over."
General Park Kim looks over at his radio man and says, "Get the Arty on the line and tell them to hold fire as we have fast movers and choppers coming in."
"Yes sir," replies his radioman as he changes the channel and goes about carrying out the General's orders.
3rd Squad, 2nd Platoon, Dog Company, 4th Battalion of 7th Armored Regiment
The boys of Third Squad all have more or less accepted the fact that they are about to die. The section of the line that they have been tasked to defend has been nearly over-run. The two tanks and three APCs had been destroyed by repeated waves of Zombies. The rest of their platoon had just been killed in the last rush. Looking out into the semi-darkness of the night they can see another approaching horde of Zombies. Not your average Zombies either, but elephantambies and some other new type of Zombie.
This new type of zombie is a bit bigger, much faster, and far stronger than the normal Zombies. Strong enough to rip the hatch right off the turret of an M-60 tank. The Squad Leader looks at his squad and asks, "Anyone in favor of bugging out?"
"Not me," says Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee as he walks out of the darkness. Behind him is another platoon of men who begin taking up positions.
"Sir," shout the men of 3rd Squad.
"Steady now boys, and keep your heads down. Things are about to get interesting," says the Lt. Colonel as he hunkers down behind the corpse of an Elephantambie.
Lt. General Firestorm's C-130 Command Post
"AC-130s to provide fire support for the 7th Armored Regiment," orders Firestorm.
West Virginian AC-130 Gunships
"Two by two boys, you know the drill."
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee's position
"Have them bring their fire in closer," The Lt. Colonel shouts to his radio man.
West Virginian AC-130s
"Bring it in closer," the pilot asks?
"Yes closer," confirms his copilot.
"Closer we shall my good man," responds the pilot.
Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes Lee's position
"That will do the trick nicely," Lt. Colonel Malcom Forbes says to his radioman as he peeks over the top of the dead Elephantambie. He watches the sheer carnage of the deadly pattern of 40mm cannon fire, 105mm howitzer fire, and 7.62 minigun as it rips apart the advancing Zombies. The shock waves of the ordinance hitting the Zombies makes the ground rattle around him. He pats the side of the dead elephantambie and says to the men around him, "Never underestimate the value of good cover boys."
Captain Jung Park Lee's Position
Things are not looking good for the Captain or his unit. Repeated waves of zombies and Elephantambies had nearly exhausted their ammunition. The last attack had forced the Captain to use his pistol to finish off a Zombie after his .50 caliber had run out of ammo. He toggles the hand-piece and says, "Eve calling TacAir, over."
"Eve, this is TacAir, go ahead."
"TacAir, ammo situation dire, and we have more hostiles incoming, over."
"Copy Eve, ammo situation dire with more incoming, routing air assets to your position now, over."
"Copy Tac Air, friendlies inbound, over."
44th Air Commando
Twelve Huey UH-1N Gunships drop out of the dark night. They come to a hover above Captain Jung Park Lee's tanks, activate their search lights, and open fire with everything they have. 40 mm grenades, 7.62 mm miniguns, and 2.75 inch rockets lash out from the helicopters and into the advancing ranks of the Zombies. Limbs, blood, gristle, and fragments of flesh fly everywhere at the ungodly torrent of firepower being let loose on the Zombies.
One Zombie, a rather large one, has enough presence of mind to pick up a log. It rushes forward, summons up all its strength, and hurls the log at one of the UH-1N helicopters. The log flies through the air and promptly bounces off the thick armored glass of the helicopter. The pilot shrugs, triggers his miniguns and watches the giant Zombie get torn to pieces in under a few seconds. The pilot says to himself, "Stupid Zombies."
Squadron Leader Rhee Baek's Squadron
"Confirmed sir," Squadron Leader Rhee Baek says as he makes a few quick adjustments to the course of his MIG-29 Fighter. He updates his squadron by using his radio to say, "We have a confirmed sitting of a large Zombie Concentration massing about 2000 yards outside of the 11th's positions. Prepare to follow me and be damn sure you don't drop any of your ordinance early. I'd hate to see what a 1000 pounder would do to any of our own."
"Copy Talon Lead," his eleven fellow MIG-29 pilots sound off one by one as they roll their planes to the left to begin their approaches.
General Park Kim's APC
"Just as soon as the MIGs drop their ordinance I want your gunners to open up with VT rounds. Do you understand, over," asks General Park Kim as he holds the radio microphone in his sweat coated hand?
"Copy sir, VT rounds as soon as the MIGs drop their loads, over."
"TacAir, this is Foxhole, over," continues the General.
"Foxhole, this is TacAir, go ahead over," replies Lt. General Firestorm.
"TacAir, glad to have you with us, over," says General Park Kim upon recognizing the voice.
"Foxhole, you had to explain to my wife how I lost a leg. I'm only making sure I don't have to explain to yours if anything happens to you, over."
"Good to know TacAir, I have a small request for some air support, over."
"Copy Eve, and I'm going to guess you want it more or less on the same spot the MIGs are about to hit, over?"
"Confirmed TacAir, same spot as the MIGs, over."
3rd Squadron, OV-10 Broncos, 456 Aerial Assault Wing
"Copy sir, we are on the way," responds the Squadron Leader as he passes the word to the rest of his pilots. As he banks his aircraft he looks over his avaliable ordinance. Napalm canisters, 2.75 inch rocket pods, 7.62 mm miniguns, and not much more. Still it will be good to finally do something useful rather than flying around in circles.
"Follow me," he orders his Squadron as he banks his plane towards the Zombie host that is currently being afflicted by 1000 pounders from 4th Squadron's MIG-29s.
45th Air Commando
"Copy sir," replies the Wing Commander as he peers down at the map strapped to his leg. He says to his copilot over the intercom, "Prepare to follow in the OV-10s that should be passing under us in about twenty seconds or so."
"Yes sir," replies the copilot.
"All pilots, follow my lead to and keep up your speed. I don't want us loitering to long, over," orders the commander of the AH-1F Cobra wing.
The Wing Commander listens to his pilots sound off one by one with, "Copy sir," as he quietly sends out instructions to his squadron commanders on their specific frequencies.
11th Armored Regiment Command Center
Lt. Colonel Jack Harris, the replacement for the previous Commander of the 11th who was killed yesterday, watches the MIG-29s from the turret of his tank. They scream in from the north leaving behind massive explosions as they drop 1000 pounders into the ranks of the attacking Zombies.
Even before he has a chance to collect his wits the scream of 155 mm shells flying over his head causes him to duck. As he peers over the rim of his tank's hatch he watches as a wave of VT fire ripples across the now diminished ranks of the Zombies. The exploding shells send wave after wave of steel into the Zombies as they erupt thirty meters above their targets.
As the last shell screams over he stands and more or less immediately ducks as the howl of the OV-10 Bronco engines thunder above him as the aircraft pass over at about 500 feet. Rockets and 7.62 minigun fire descend from the sky and is rapidly followed by the swoosh and boom of exploding napalm canisters.
Harris stands back up and can immediately feel the heat of the exploding napalm on his face. Words don't quite express the feelings that run through a man after viewing such a sight. He isn't given much time to dwell on his thoughts as he is nearly blown completely out of his tank turret by the roaring blades of the AH-1F Cobras that pass over him at about one hundred feet in the air.
An Hour later
"Keep dropping napalm for a bit more, over," requests General Park Kim.
"We'll use up what we have, over," replies Lt. General Firestorm.
"Much appreciated, over."
"Not a bother Foxhole, just keep your heads down. The worst of it seems to be over with. For now, over."
"For now anyway, over," replies General Park Kim.
"I'll send in the Hueys. We have 200 men loaded on them already. Keep them as I'm almost certain you'll need them. We'll start evacing wounded immediately, over."
"Copy TacAir, Hueys inbound to evac wounded, over."
OOC: Damn thats alot...
Now I'm scared to post my puny-in-comparason post's on troop movement.
Now I'm scared to post my puny-in-comparason post's on troop movement.
OOC: tomorrow it gets worst.
GDI opperation: Land Point 2
After some tough battles with HMZ's, the ocean cities have been liberated; one of the most amazing feats was the 32nd divison, who stood for hours agaisnt the zombie onslaught untill reinforcments arrived. WIth the LZK-D3, GDI command has boasted that it has killed half a million zombies in northern Diberia. We have had moderate, but they wre expected.
Front Lines, Code-name City 17, Subdivison 4.
This was a strange place, a place that didn't exist on the 8-month-old maps. It was a small town of 7,000 people. Now there was one god damn huge tower and a small gleaming-new under construction city around it. Not to mention a chain-link fence with Amazonians & Armored Gundran Troops guarding it. And men with pink suits running about with the sudden appearence of GDI.
Even with this amazing city infront of him, Kalmerg decided he should get some new gloves.
He's been firing his gun so much that it was wearing out. He and the 32nd often tried to see who can get the most kills, but there were simply too many to count. At least, that was the story at the begining. Now they started to count the dead/killed. Including his brethren.
After some tough battles with HMZ's, the ocean cities have been liberated; one of the most amazing feats was the 32nd divison, who stood for hours agaisnt the zombie onslaught untill reinforcments arrived. WIth the LZK-D3, GDI command has boasted that it has killed half a million zombies in northern Diberia. We have had moderate, but they wre expected.
Front Lines, Code-name City 17, Subdivison 4.
This was a strange place, a place that didn't exist on the 8-month-old maps. It was a small town of 7,000 people. Now there was one god damn huge tower and a small gleaming-new under construction city around it. Not to mention a chain-link fence with Amazonians & Armored Gundran Troops guarding it. And men with pink suits running about with the sudden appearence of GDI.
Even with this amazing city infront of him, Kalmerg decided he should get some new gloves.
He's been firing his gun so much that it was wearing out. He and the 32nd often tried to see who can get the most kills, but there were simply too many to count. At least, that was the story at the begining. Now they started to count the dead/killed. Including his brethren.
GLS military have launched a new mission, "Double rescue strike". The plan was to launch their new B-1B Lancer jets, 20 of them, to blast the zombies to bits around the trapped GLS rescue force and Heskan forces. They were going to use the standard way of air raiding the zombies, the leading bomber drops some bright, flashing red lights devices (with parachutes) to attract the zombies. Once when the mob of zombies around the flashing devices are large enough, the other 9 bombers fire missiles at the mobs. The bombers are put in two bombing units, 10 bombers in each unit. Each unit would take off as soon as the other bombing unit have emptied all of their bombs.
The GLS B-52 Stratofortress bomber jets are still going to be used, but half of them will no longer be used until another air field is built and the other half is placed on stand by mode.
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Few hours later...
"Okay boys! Move, move, move! The air strikes are over, get moving and rescue those trapped Heskan soldiers before more zombies show up!!" orders the commander as troops, vehicles, and helicopters prepare for their mission.
However, they were not aware of the disasters waiting for them...
The GLS B-52 Stratofortress bomber jets are still going to be used, but half of them will no longer be used until another air field is built and the other half is placed on stand by mode.
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Few hours later...
"Okay boys! Move, move, move! The air strikes are over, get moving and rescue those trapped Heskan soldiers before more zombies show up!!" orders the commander as troops, vehicles, and helicopters prepare for their mission.
However, they were not aware of the disasters waiting for them...
The rescue units have finally arrived at the devastated Heskan base, only encountering a few zombies. There were 5 units, each one of them had about 800 soldiers, 20 tanks, 10 attack helicopters, 30 armed military jeeps, 20 supply/deployment helicopters, and etc. One unit was to find the bunker that the Heskan soldiers were hiding in, and the other 4 units were to keep the zombies from attacking the search and rescue unit.
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As Gran was walking around the the ruined HQ building's basement, hoping to find the entrance to the bunker, he looked at the map again and remarked, "These Heskan soldiers are smart enough to hid their entrance to their bunker. Geez, where is it?" After another 10 minutes of looking, he nearly gave up when he accidentally tripped and shoved a large bookcase. To his and other soldiers' surprise, the bookcase rolled toward the other side, into a wall, and a steel door was revealed. "Give me a metal cutting chainsaw and tell the commander." He said as he attempts to open the door.
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At north side...
"Crap! Crap! Crap! More zombies" screams the officer as a thick mob of zombies ran toward his unit. "Open fire you numb skulls! I said, open FIRE!"
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In the devastated Heskan base...
"Sir?" asked an officer. "Yes?" replied the commander. "Mobs of zombies are attacking us on all sides. Should we radio for air strike?" asked the officer. "I would, but since there is a strong storm weather at the main base, it looks like we won't able to get any air support for a few hou-."
The commander was cut off as everything begin to shake. "What the heck?" mumbled the commander. Suddenly, the ground exploded, showering everything with dirt and rock pieces. A giant hole appeared that connected to an underground cave, and a mob of the giant zombies.
The GLS military reached the devastated Heskan base quickly and without much trouble, but now they were going to pay the price...
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As Gran was walking around the the ruined HQ building's basement, hoping to find the entrance to the bunker, he looked at the map again and remarked, "These Heskan soldiers are smart enough to hid their entrance to their bunker. Geez, where is it?" After another 10 minutes of looking, he nearly gave up when he accidentally tripped and shoved a large bookcase. To his and other soldiers' surprise, the bookcase rolled toward the other side, into a wall, and a steel door was revealed. "Give me a metal cutting chainsaw and tell the commander." He said as he attempts to open the door.
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At north side...
"Crap! Crap! Crap! More zombies" screams the officer as a thick mob of zombies ran toward his unit. "Open fire you numb skulls! I said, open FIRE!"
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In the devastated Heskan base...
"Sir?" asked an officer. "Yes?" replied the commander. "Mobs of zombies are attacking us on all sides. Should we radio for air strike?" asked the officer. "I would, but since there is a strong storm weather at the main base, it looks like we won't able to get any air support for a few hou-."
The commander was cut off as everything begin to shake. "What the heck?" mumbled the commander. Suddenly, the ground exploded, showering everything with dirt and rock pieces. A giant hole appeared that connected to an underground cave, and a mob of the giant zombies.
The GLS military reached the devastated Heskan base quickly and without much trouble, but now they were going to pay the price...
Another explosion in the base occurred, revealing another giant hole. The commander yelled in his radio while the ground continued to shake, "All units, pull back NOW! We got a major problem at the base!"
A GLS tank appeared, started firing at the mob of the giant zombies, but only to get it's cannon and turret cap ripped off and damaged. An attack helicopter attempted to lift off, but only to get hit by an smashed military jeep. Soldiers were smashed, eaten alive, and/or trampled to death as they attempted to hold back the horde of giant zombies. Four of the giant zombies picked up the mobile command vehicle truck and threw it into a ammo supply truck, resulting in a massive explosion.
The commander ran up to a soldier, Frank, and said, "I need you to drive back to the base as fast as possible. Our main radio communication have been knocked out, so I need you to alert the rest of our forces to help us." Frank replied, "But sir, that is..." The commander yelled, "I know you are an excellent driver. Now get going unless you want us and you to be flatten. GO!" As Frank ran toward a military jeep, he turned his head around and looked at the commander again, but a split second later, the commander was smashed by a chunk of concrete.
A GLS tank appeared, started firing at the mob of the giant zombies, but only to get it's cannon and turret cap ripped off and damaged. An attack helicopter attempted to lift off, but only to get hit by an smashed military jeep. Soldiers were smashed, eaten alive, and/or trampled to death as they attempted to hold back the horde of giant zombies. Four of the giant zombies picked up the mobile command vehicle truck and threw it into a ammo supply truck, resulting in a massive explosion.
The commander ran up to a soldier, Frank, and said, "I need you to drive back to the base as fast as possible. Our main radio communication have been knocked out, so I need you to alert the rest of our forces to help us." Frank replied, "But sir, that is..." The commander yelled, "I know you are an excellent driver. Now get going unless you want us and you to be flatten. GO!" As Frank ran toward a military jeep, he turned his head around and looked at the commander again, but a split second later, the commander was smashed by a chunk of concrete.
QUOTE (HHAYD @ Jan 31 2009, 08:08 AM)
Another giant fist shot out of the ground. The commander yelled in his radio while the ground continued to shake, "All units, pull back NOW! We got a major problem at the base!"
Suddenly, the ground literally exploded as a super giant zombie, 5 stories high and covered with muscles, emerged from the ground. The officer stared at the zombie, mumbling, "Oh my lord..." The monster picked up a tank and threw it at the mobile command vehicle, knocking out the radio communication from the base to the other base 20 km away. A GLS tank arrived, and imminently fired at the zombie, only to get picked up and smashed into another tank. Mobile rapid fire artillery gun vehicles pumped shells into the monster, only to get stepped on or smashed by the monster. Soldiers ran around, trying to doge the monster's beating while firing.
The commander ran up to a soldier, Frank, and said, "I need you to drive back to the base as fast as possible. Our main radio communication have been knocked out, so I need you to alert the rest of our forces to help us." Frank replied, "But sir, that is..." The commander yelled, "I know you are an excellent driver. Now get going unless you want us and you to be flatten. GO!" As Frank ran toward a military jeep, he turned his head around and looked at the commander again, but a split second later, the commander was smashed by a large chunk of a building that was thrown by the monster zombie.
Suddenly, the ground literally exploded as a super giant zombie, 5 stories high and covered with muscles, emerged from the ground. The officer stared at the zombie, mumbling, "Oh my lord..." The monster picked up a tank and threw it at the mobile command vehicle, knocking out the radio communication from the base to the other base 20 km away. A GLS tank arrived, and imminently fired at the zombie, only to get picked up and smashed into another tank. Mobile rapid fire artillery gun vehicles pumped shells into the monster, only to get stepped on or smashed by the monster. Soldiers ran around, trying to doge the monster's beating while firing.
The commander ran up to a soldier, Frank, and said, "I need you to drive back to the base as fast as possible. Our main radio communication have been knocked out, so I need you to alert the rest of our forces to help us." Frank replied, "But sir, that is..." The commander yelled, "I know you are an excellent driver. Now get going unless you want us and you to be flatten. GO!" As Frank ran toward a military jeep, he turned his head around and looked at the commander again, but a split second later, the commander was smashed by a large chunk of a building that was thrown by the monster zombie.
OOC: ..... Its not damn possible for it to be that big dude! Stay at damn 9-12 feet or something.... Its just damn muscled and brainy. NOT 5 STORIES HIGH!
Let's try to keep realism here dude...
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