Lasersquid112
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Boston, Massachusetts 8 October 2037
The thunder of mortar fire boomed as it struck the ground near Lance Corporal Peterson, killing several men in his platoon, including the commanding officer and medic. A V-22 Osprey flew over them, dropping a squad of Marines before it was shot down by an AA cannon, spiraling out of control and hitting the enemy line. An Army Ranger squad jumped out from cover, shouting at Peterson's squad to provide covering fire. It was too late, as by the time Peterson's marksman readjusted her aim, an HEPD RMGL shell was flying towards the Army Ranger's medic, impacting him in the chest. Bits and pieces of him flew all over the place. Blood, guts, and the occasional chunk of grey matter splattered his squad-mates, but they kept on charging, being picked off one by one by assault rifle fire and sniper fire. Suddenly, the boom of heavy tank cannons were heard behind them, as several M1 Abrams tanks rolled forwards, firing at the enemy's fortifications, and deflecting their gunfire as if it were child's play. A Gunny Sergeant could be heard shouting "MOVE MOVE MOVE! I WANT THE LZ SECURED IN THIRTY! HAUL ASS, MARINES!" The 16 APC's following the tanks opened up, and 8-9 Marines ran out of each of them to the nearest piece of cover, charging forward in individual surges, pushing back the enemy's front line. The Radio Operator jumped up and ran over to the Gunny, shouting that they needed to get the hell out immediately. "What the hell are you talking about? We've just about won!" Replied the Gunnery Sergeant, sitting on top of the Command APC, firing an M-47 Striker Automatic Grenade Launcher. "The enemy's gonna nuke this place to hell! We've gotta get out!" The Gunnery Sergeant looked at the radio operator in disbelief, and radioed Command. "Is this true? They're gonna nuke the place to hell? Over."
"Affirmative, you need to haul ass to Extraction Charlie. We've got 60 helos waiting for their passengers, over." The radio operator looked at the Gunny, waiting for the go to tell everyone that they needed to get the fuck out and get to Charlie. "Get them to Charlie ASAP." The Gunny turned around to the APC drivers. "Get every damn Marine you can to Charlie! Open those doors, open those doors!"
Peterson hauled ass for the nearest APC, but a grenade ricocheted into the hull, splattering the occupants along the walls of it, and the APC exploded seconds afterwards. Shrapnel from it struck Peterson in the chest, and he went down.
Debriefing: 3rd Platoon, Echo Company
Killed in freak accident; United States Armed Forces presence not ordered, casualties totaling approximately 200. United States Government activated nuclear facilities at 0700 hours. Order for extract given at 0710 hours. Nuclear missile impacted at 0730 hours. There were no survivors.
This was the first battle of the war. The first of a war we didn't know existed.
(This will be updated when time permits)
The thunder of mortar fire boomed as it struck the ground near Lance Corporal Peterson, killing several men in his platoon, including the commanding officer and medic. A V-22 Osprey flew over them, dropping a squad of Marines before it was shot down by an AA cannon, spiraling out of control and hitting the enemy line. An Army Ranger squad jumped out from cover, shouting at Peterson's squad to provide covering fire. It was too late, as by the time Peterson's marksman readjusted her aim, an HEPD RMGL shell was flying towards the Army Ranger's medic, impacting him in the chest. Bits and pieces of him flew all over the place. Blood, guts, and the occasional chunk of grey matter splattered his squad-mates, but they kept on charging, being picked off one by one by assault rifle fire and sniper fire. Suddenly, the boom of heavy tank cannons were heard behind them, as several M1 Abrams tanks rolled forwards, firing at the enemy's fortifications, and deflecting their gunfire as if it were child's play. A Gunny Sergeant could be heard shouting "MOVE MOVE MOVE! I WANT THE LZ SECURED IN THIRTY! HAUL ASS, MARINES!" The 16 APC's following the tanks opened up, and 8-9 Marines ran out of each of them to the nearest piece of cover, charging forward in individual surges, pushing back the enemy's front line. The Radio Operator jumped up and ran over to the Gunny, shouting that they needed to get the hell out immediately. "What the hell are you talking about? We've just about won!" Replied the Gunnery Sergeant, sitting on top of the Command APC, firing an M-47 Striker Automatic Grenade Launcher. "The enemy's gonna nuke this place to hell! We've gotta get out!" The Gunnery Sergeant looked at the radio operator in disbelief, and radioed Command. "Is this true? They're gonna nuke the place to hell? Over."
"Affirmative, you need to haul ass to Extraction Charlie. We've got 60 helos waiting for their passengers, over." The radio operator looked at the Gunny, waiting for the go to tell everyone that they needed to get the fuck out and get to Charlie. "Get them to Charlie ASAP." The Gunny turned around to the APC drivers. "Get every damn Marine you can to Charlie! Open those doors, open those doors!"
Peterson hauled ass for the nearest APC, but a grenade ricocheted into the hull, splattering the occupants along the walls of it, and the APC exploded seconds afterwards. Shrapnel from it struck Peterson in the chest, and he went down.
Debriefing: 3rd Platoon, Echo Company
Killed in freak accident; United States Armed Forces presence not ordered, casualties totaling approximately 200. United States Government activated nuclear facilities at 0700 hours. Order for extract given at 0710 hours. Nuclear missile impacted at 0730 hours. There were no survivors.
This was the first battle of the war. The first of a war we didn't know existed.
(This will be updated when time permits)