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| Justosian Apocalypse Zone 2 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 18 2011, 09:40 PM (886 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Apr 18 2011, 09:40 PM Post #1 |
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Regalia Beachhead, Justosia O+10 Lt. Mac Tennyson surveyed the countryside beyond his perimeter. The grasslands swayed gently in the breeze as the sun shone down upon his position with a mild intensity that comforted more than burdened the Rathtinian Marine in his full battle dress. His zone was quiet and it had been quiet for the past two days. He would normally think that either the enemy was up to preparing for a major attack or that they were ignoring his outpost entirely, but in this case, neither was true. The infected didn't plan. They didn't prepare. If they saw you they attacked you, it was as simple as that. They didn't care if they were alone or in a group, they didn't care if you were alone or in a group. They attacked and they didn't stop until they were dead. When the outbreak first occurred, the marines of the 3rd Imperial Marine Expeditionary Force reacted with professionalism. Working closely with the Justosian Military, they had been successful in pacifying the infected areas in and near Regalia, but as the outbreak spread and more and more people became infected, the situation continued to deteriorate. The Marines suffered most of their casualties when the Justosian High Command collapsed and the panic ensued. 3rd Marines' peak strength was 20,000 effectives with logistical and air support. They were now at a little over 16,000 men. The worst happened in a span of two days, where they had lost over 2500 men before the defensive beachhead could be established. They held on now. The beachhead had been heavily fortified with air support from their air combat wing along with the 7th fleet. The Rathtinians were confident they could hold the beachhead if properly resupplied, but they knew, that without some sort of assistance, they could do no more than hold their position. His air control officer stood by him going over some of his figures about what would be available in his sector when Tennyson heard the noise. It was faint at first and Tennyson couldn't tell what the noise was, but as time went on he heard it grow louder. It was mechanical and it was coming towards his position. Private Thompson called out to Tennyson, "Sir I can make out a vehicle of some sort." "What kind is it private?" Tennyson asked. "It's a bus I think. Just a moment sir... Yes sir, it's a bus. It's a school bus and it is heading right for us." Thompson called out from behind his field binoculars. "Gunnery Sergeant Bourne," Tennyson called out to his Gunnery Sergeant. "Yes sir!" Bourne responded. "Get the rest of the platoon up here. We are going to have guests." Bourne saluted and ran off to assemble the rest of the platoon. Thompson shouted, "Sir, the bus brought friends. There are a lot of them." "What's a lot, Private?" "Several hundred sir, maybe a thousand." Tennyson swore to himself and turned to his flight control officer, "What can you give me sir?" "I can give you four P/A-35s; maybe some choppers. If you need more I can call in to the carrier and get a sortie of birds, but that will take some time and I can't promise they'll get here." "Ok. Well you can't do much more here sir. I suggest you get out of here, I'll assemble the rest of my men." The flight officer left and Tennyson looked out beyond the perimeter. He could see the bus, it was torn and tattered and moving slowly, but it was coming closer. He could start to see the infected, there were swarms of them, not nearly as many as there were during the retreat, but there was a lot of them. More men were manning the defensive wall, while others were being organized in reserve. A major fight was coming and they all knew it. The bus managed to stop 100 yards away from the perimeter. The doors screeched open and people started exiting. "Kids! They're kids!" Thompson screamed. Tennyson could barely make the people out at a 100 yards, but he knew Thompson was right. "They must have been leaving school when things collapsed." Tennyson knew that the outbreak happened so fast, that schools were not closed until things were already a mess. The children and teachers not infected continued about the best that they could, but once the government fell, it was everybody for themselves. The kids were led by a couple of adults who were urging the frightened children towards the wall. He had to direct them towards an entry point and that was another 250 yards to his left. The infected were right behind them, he didn't know if they could make it. Wills, another soldier on the wall moved as he looked to get off the wall to help them. "Stand fast Private! Hold the line!" Tennyson shouted. "Sir..." Wills replied. "I know, but we'll all die if the line crumbles. No one, especially me is going to let a bunch of kids get torn to shreds on my watch." Tennyson shouted out for his second in command, 2nd Lt. Bronson, "Bronson!" "Sir?!" Bronson responded. "Get a med team and a CQB platoon at the Entry Point Dog 1 we are rescuing those kids." "Yes sir." Bronson ran off to assemble the personnel. Tennyson could see the kids, "They're barely teenagers and the 'adults' don't look any older than Thompson!" Tennyson thought to himself. He could see Thompson signal to the refugees that they should head to the entry point, but the refugees didn't notice him and headed straight towards their position. Tennyson shouted out while waving to his left, "That way! Go that way! Now!" shouted Thompson as a few more men on the wall waved towards the entry point. Tennyson could see the infected, there were so many. At least a thousand. "Did they summon the rest of Regalia?" Tennyson thought to himself incredulously. The wall was fully manned now. Each man had held the line before, but it never got any easier. Despite their viciousness and extremely violent behavior, the infected did not look like soldiers because they were not soldiers. They were once regular people who had succumb to a disease. They were victims, not aggressors, but the marines had to put that out of their minds as they readied their weapons. The refugees finally figured out what the marines were pointing at and had switched directions. It was too late though, the infected were forty yards away and closing fast. Tennyson shouted, "Remember, short controlled bursts. Shoot to kill!" Tennyson put the refugees out of his mind as he aimed his assault rifle, he had one mission now. Hold the line. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 19 2011, 04:21 AM Post #2 |
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Regalia Beachhead, O+10 The infected attacked in full force. The men of the 3rd Imperial Marine Expeditionary Force were ready for them. The crack crack crack of assault rifles firing dropped many of the infected. The Marines kept up a steady, heavy rate of fire. Infected dropped like flies, but whenever one was taken out, two more took his or her place. Tennyson didn't have time to check on if any of the refugees had made it. He had to hold the line. He shifted his fire from one target to another, never pausing, always searching for the next attacker. His men were equally professional and when one man had to switch out a magazine, another man took his place. However, Tennyson feared it wasn't enough. He had less than 90 men on the line and there was over a thousand infected. The marines small arms fire was effective up to a point, but there were just so many of them. He picked his next target, an infected teenager, 17 or 18 at the oldest. He was heading straight for Tennyson's position. Tennyson knew what had to be done. He set his sights directly at the infected and squeezed the trigger. All he heard was a click. Tennyson immediately released the magazine on his assault rifle and reached for another. The flap on his magazine pouch was stuck. Tennyson grabbed and tore at it frantically. The infected was ten yards away and running towards him. He would be at the wall in seconds and if he jumped he would have a good chance at reaching Tennyson. Tennyson kept struggling to get the magazine, but the infected was almost on him. Suddenly, the infected teenager was knocked back by a tremendous force. Tennyson looked up and saw what saved him, the choppers that the air control officer mentioned had arrived and they were spraying the area with heavy machine gun fire. Row upon row of infected were mowed down as the choppers let loose with their deadly arsenal. Rockets flew over Tennyson's head and hit the mass of infected humanity turning the entire area in front of Tennyson into a charnel house of gore. Tennyson's face was frozen in horror as he saw an infected little girl blown apart by a rocket impact. He couldn't help but scream. His scream was matched by those of the refugees. They had made it to the entry point just in time and managed to get in before an infected could get at them. Unfortunately, the marines could not close the entrance before the doors were jammed by a mass of humanity. Try as they might, there were to many infected and too few marines and the entrance way was forced open. The CQB platoon ordered to the entrance had barely any time to set up positions when they were forced to confront the marauding infected. Standing in two lines of 16 men a piece the front rank opened up on the attacking throng with a full automatic volley. The front ranks of the infected dropped instantly but more and more infected burst forth through the open entrance. When one line expended their magazines, the rear rank rushed forward to stand in front of their comrades and fired their weapons. Each rank took turns advancing and firing, sometimes mere feet from the infected. Their mission was simple: plug the gap. When the front rank reached the open entrance they each loosed a grenade into the crowd. The explosions knocked the oncoming horde back long enough for the rear rank to rush forward and close the doors. Mopping up the remnants of the infected horde did not take long. The helicopter attack had blunted the main thrust and what was left were a few stragglers. The crack of single rifle shots was heard for an hour more as several remaining infected were taken care of. Tennyson made his way off the wall and when Lt. Bronson found him, he was wiping away the vomit from his mouth. Bronson pretended not to notice and spoke to his CO, "The area is secure sir. We rescued the refugees and the med team has them isolated. They're being examined right now and if they're cleared we can send them back to the port." Tennyson nodded and looked around the perimeter. It had held, for how much longer, he couldn't tell. |
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| DeSchaine | Apr 19 2011, 06:44 AM Post #3 |
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Nuclear Power Plant, Outside Regalia A pair of Thunderchilds drove through the fence of the nuclear power station outside of Regalia. Both spun, facing outwards and dropped their rear ramps, two full squads of HCT in armor running out. The first team swarmed the main entrance. Most of the team covered the doors and windows of the main building, while two troopers placed an entry charge against the entrance. Ducking back against the wall and calling for their mates to get cover, they blew the doors. They went crashing down the hallway as the soldiers charged in behind them. The second team made a loose but effective perimeter around the entry point, with two of the guard towers being manned by a single trooper each. The commanders of the APC's perched on the rims of their hatches and scanned the area with their field glasses. Inside, the entry team had run into no resistance until now. They werent infected people, but scared Justosian employees. They thought the people in the armor their salvation, but this was not the case. The HCT teams in question had their orders: no witnesses, no recourse, scorched earth. They took aim and fired all in the same motion, single rounds going into the heads of the workers. The team moved on through the plant. It was mostly devoid of life, with solitary people here and there, for some reason maintaining the plant. The team split up and moved swiftly, placing their charges on the main circulating pumps for the cooling systems. They also placed secondary charges on some of the redundancy control systems. With these things taken out, a sucessful SCRAM of the reactor would be impossible, even if anyone was around to deal with the problem. Each man activated the reciever units on the bombs and booked out for the main entrance. When they were all assembled, they loaded back up in the APC's at the same time as the security team. Both vehicles then roared away from the plant at full speed. When they reached the three mile mark, the mission commander stopped the vehicles, stepped out of his and pushed the detonate button on his satcom unit. He stepped back inside the hatch and the APC's sped off into the night. At the plant, the bombs tore through the systems they were attached to, sending pieces of metal and concrete everywhere. In less than five minutes the reactors superheated and the steam pressure caused a massive explosion, ripping out a chunk of the reactor casing and the building. The smoke plume could be seen for miles, and radiation poured from the damaged plant. It wouldnt be long before the surrounding area was heavily irradiated. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 19 2011, 01:12 PM Post #4 |
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Helicopter above Point Beta. Colonel Haigonus was manning the radio. 'This is Colonel Haigonos of the Imperial Army of Nova Elysium calling Lt. Tennyson of the 3rd Imperial Marine Expeditionary Force for Rathinia, Colonel Haigonos calling Lt. Tennyson, do you read me? We are approaching your position on a bearing of 045 degrees, at a distance of 15 miles and closing, do you read me?' The air was suddenly rendered by a loud explosion and a shockwave that caused the helicopter to judder and tilt madly for a few seconds before the pilot got it under control. 'What the **** was that Franici' Haigonos shouted out to the Navigator, Liuetenant Franici. 'Sir, it appears the Nuclear Plant has gone critical!' 'Critical?' 'It's exploded! The wind's blowing it away from us at the moment, south into the country, but if it changes, we'll have to turn around.' Colonel Haigonos sighed deeply, and returned to the radio to continue calling to the Rathinian outpost. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 19 2011, 05:09 PM Post #5 |
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Regalia Beachhead O+10 Lt. Tennyson was busy grabbing some more magazines from his sector's forward supply depot when his radio operator approached him, "Got a call for you sir. It's a FOR." Tennyson nodded and grabbed the receiver, "This is Colonel Haigonos of the Imperial Army of Nova Elysium calling Lt. Tennyson of the 3rd Imperial Marine Expeditionary Force for Rathtinia, Colonel Haigonos calling Lt. Tennyson, do you read me? We are approaching your position on a bearing of 045 degrees, at a distance of 15 miles and closing, do you read me?" Tennyson looked up and saw the helicopter approaching his position he was about to reply when the air was suddenly rendered by a loud explosion and a shockwave that knocked over portions of the barricade. "What the hell?" the Radio Operator asked. Tennyson could see the plume of smoke in the far distance and he had a fair idea of what had just happened. Tennyson shouted orders to his men, "Full NBC gear on now! Get the engineers and plug those holes," pointing to the breaches in the wall, "Bronson... Bronson..." Bronson ran up to Tennyson, "Yes sir." "Bronson get those refugees back to port. Keep them together and make sure you get them isolated once back at port." Tennyson was technically violating his orders by ordering the refugees out of isolation before the incubation time had elapsed, but this explosion compromised the security of this position and a transfer of the refugees to another isolation bunker could probably be justified. Tennyson grabbed the radio from his operator, "Colonel Haigonos, this is Lt. Tennyson. I read you. You flew in at a great time," Tennyson said sarcastically, "Walking along with his radio operator he said, "I don't know if you have the same maps as me, but you are cleared to land at Alpha-Lima 420. I'll be there, you can home in on my signal." Tennyson made his way quickly to the LZ as he continued issuing orders to his tired and disheveled unit. Regalia Beachhead Command Post 15 minutes later Lt. General Arnold Oliver tried to manage the chaos at his HQ. The outbreak had caught everybody by surprise, but his men had initial success in keeping it contained. But the outbreak spread so quickly and when the Justosian government collapsed, that was all she wrote. He had lost so many of his men, especially in the retreat. He had to put those thoughts out of his mind. He had a new crisis to deal with. His aide Lt. Colonel Wilbanks had information for him, "Sir we just confirmed it, it was a nuclear plant." "Damn. That plant is less than 20 miles from the perimeter. When will it reach the line?" "Sir, that is the good news. The wind is blowing it away from the line. If we are lucky, our marines might not catch any of it." "Luck is something in very short supply here Colonel Wilbanks." Oliver shook his head as he began to second guess himself, "You should have sent a team to deactivate the plant!" Oliver thought to himself. There just wasn't enough time to do everyting that needed to be done. It took all of his marine's discipline to withdrawal in good order once the Justosian military collapsed and the hordes of infected became to much to handle. They spent every hour since them setting up and securing the perimeter of the beachhead. There was no time to do anything else. He could see the plume of smoke on the signal feeds set up at the perimeter. It was big, "Just keep blowing the other way," Oliver pleaded silently. A young major handed Wilbanks a series of photographs that he presented to the General, "Sir this wasn't an accident." Oliver looked through the photos as Wilbanks continued, "We had an unmanned drone flying over this sector and it managed to capture these photographs." Oliver went through the pictures. He could see the nuclear plant. it was impossible not to. He could also see the APCs. He shifted through some more photos as the APCs breached the plant, disembarked their occupants and then reembarked them. He could then see shots taken of the plant exploding. Someone had done this on purpose. He was going to find out who. "Colonel Wilbanks, retask that drone and follow them. I want to know where our guests are going." "Captain Marcus," the General called out firmly, "get your company together and fly out to welcome our new friends." The Captain saluted and headed out of the HQ to gather his men. He was part of the air assault force of the 3rd Marines and he quickly assembled his men. Boarding the choppers he up-linked his headset with HQ's and was fed real-time data from Command HQ. He rechecked his equipment as the rest of his company took off to greet the intruders. |
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| rarier | Apr 19 2011, 06:21 PM Post #6 |
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Offshore to the North of Regalia, by only a mile or so, a submarine surfaces. "This is Major Rachan McDonald commanding NEDF Gast to Commander Rathtinian Marines on the beach. You guys holding on ok?" A few minutes are allowed for the water to drain from the hull before a team of black clad men open a couple of equipment hatches and prepare a raft for a landing. One, the youngest member of the team was joking "This has got to be the smallest invasion force ever" but was quickly stifled by the team commander, a burly master sergeant with more sea time than the corporal has in service. "Just get moving corp..." they never used the kid's name "We're just the tip of the spear... like normal." "Except this time we have 16 hours of 'Evil Residence: Infection' before the jumpers get here." "We got enough ammo right?" No telling who was saying what as they moved hurriedly through their assigned tasks. Each was certain he wanted more ammo, but there just wasn't time. 2 Kodiac landing boats, a backup team of marines and their Pathfinder equipment pretty much loaded things down. Finally the MSgt turned and shouted for his Marines to "Join us ladies, but be bloody damned careful with that equipment... you break that & we break you!" |
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| Deleted User | Apr 19 2011, 10:51 PM Post #7 |
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Regalia Beachhead O+10 General Oliver got off the phone with his counterpart in the Rathtinian fleet. The Admiral agreed to send some support to the choppers Oliver had tasked with intercepting the nuclear plant saboteurs. He was going over evacuation plans if the wind turned for the worse when he received word. The New Emberline Defense Force had just appeared off the Justosian coast and they were hailing the Rathtinians. Lt. Colonel Wilbanks came up to the General, "We are receiving word from New Emberline forces. They ask us if we are holding on okay." "Please tell the New Emberline commander that we are holding on fine. Any extra support is always welcome, but warn them about the explosion and the dangers involved with landing troops here. Tell them if they want to really help, they can assist with keeping the sea lanes open for our reinforcements." Wilbanks saluted and went to the radio to inform the New Emberline commander of the General's wishes. He was expecting further reinforcements from Xosaia. Apparently they were sending elements from their Myrskyrykmentti to assist with the Rathtinian efforts in Justosia and they would arrive shortly. When IV corps arrived from Rathtinia, the General could expand his beachhead. "If we still have a beachhead. It all depends on the wind." General Oliver thought to himself. The choppers that carried Alpha Company of the 1st Battalion were equipped with rockets and heavy machine guns, just like the rest of the marine helicopters stationed in Justosia. They had come in handy on many occasions. This time they were chasing not infected but soldiers and heavily armed soldiers by the looks of it. The re-tasked drone soared above the Justosian landscape at 60,000 feet, but the images it provided seemed as if were but a couple stories above the fray. The choppers were heading to a cut-off point a few miles in front of the intruding convoy. Marcus looked out to his left as four choppers from his flight broke off from his flight. A few minutes later, he got the signal from Lt. Galloway that his men were deploying in the brush. The remaining helicopters took the rest of Alpha company to the cut-off point. The rest of the company was off the helicopters in a matter of seconds and they worked frantically to prepare themselves to intercept the convoy. The few sappers in the company got to immediately laying mines and tripwires while his heavy machine gun teams set up enfilade positions on the road. Marcus sent a squad ahead to act as their eyes and Marcus gave them their final orders via hand signals. The convoy would be at his position any minute. The drone kept him well aware of the intruder's position and as the rest of the company took up positions, he went over his orders one last time, transmitted en route. X1250X FR: LT. GENERAL ARNOLD OLIVER TO: ALPHA COMPANY 1. INTERCEPT INTRUDING FORCE. DO NOT RPT DO NOT LET INTRUDING FORCE ESCAPE 2. ASCERTAIN COUNTRY OF ORIGIN AND ANY RELEVANT INFORMATION 3. ROE 1A2A2B 4. GL OLIVER SENDS Marcus took a look at thermal images from the drone from before the explosion. There were people in the plant and it looked as if the only people who made it out were the intruders. The people in the plant might have been infected, but Marcus wasn't willing to bet his life on that. He looked up to see a pair of helicopters hovering over him. They would hail the convoy and direct them to disarm their weapons and head to the beachhead. The rest of the helicopters had dispersed around the cut-off point. If the convoy did not respond, then things would get really dicey. Marcus could hear the convoy approach, a click from the recon team confirmed they the intruders were coming. Marcus scrambled back to concealed position and waited along with a squad of marines. Tuned into the helicopters frequency, he listened as the helicopters hailed the convoy, "Unknown Force, Unknown Force, please acknowledge." Marcus pulled up his AF identifiers for all of his men. There were 160 greens, a full company. The helicopters continued hailing the convoy. "Unknown force, this is Alpha Helo-1, you are intruding in Red Zone Quarantine Area. We have you destroying a Justosian nuclear facility 30 miles away. You are requested to halt your convoy, disarm, and follow us to the Rathtinian Beachhead. If you persist on your current course, we are authorized to fire. Please acknowledge." Marcus held his breath and waited for a response. |
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| rarier | Apr 19 2011, 11:20 PM Post #8 |
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The 2 Kodiac boats pulled away from the sub and engaged their outboards, rapidly covering the distance to the beach. The radio operator on the submarine checked with his commander and then responded to the Rathtinian information "Landing force is equipped for moderate CBN environment. They are Pathfinders for the Airborne Regiment... until their skills are needed they are forwarded to Rathtinia. More specifics available from the landing commander" a bit of laughter accompanies the radioman's next words "Sir, no need to worry about your sea lanes at the moment. You could almost walk from here to Feltanon and not get your feet wet". Not long after that the Kodiacs pull ashore and the large, ok... the huge leader gets out looking for directions to a beach commander... "Who's in charge of this clusterf*ck?" |
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| Deleted User | Apr 19 2011, 11:32 PM Post #9 |
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Brigadier General Hobbes was the one who greeted the New Emberline arrivals. "The commanding general is busy. I'm Brigadier General Shelton Hobbes, 4th Brigade, 3rd Imperial Marines. I'd say welcome to Justosia, but there isn't much welcome to be had here. We are holding on, but things are pretty stalemated at the moment. They can't push us back and we can't push forward. Unfortunately, a Justosian nuclear reactor just went critical and every man here is praying that the wind holds up. You're the first good news we've had in a while." General Hobbes pointed to the man standing next to him, "This is Major Leclerc. He will assist you men in getting set up here. If there is anything you need, he's the man." With that Hobbes departed to tend to other business while Leclerc said to the New Emberline team, "Gentlemen, if you'd follow me we can get you settled." |
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| rarier | Apr 20 2011, 05:41 AM Post #10 |
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The big man sort of lifts a hand to acknowledge the general, but avoids an actual salute that would be recognized by any military force, and speaks "Master Sergeant Dmitri Tornescu sir. My team..." he indicated the black clad group "are Pathfinders, here primarily to set up for the airborne drop in 13 hours. Got the whole regiment dropping in, at first I thought some pencil pusher got excited and used it as an excuse to jump the whole thing... I'll eat that opinion later. These other yutzes" he indicates the camo clad marines by gesturing with his free hand while steadying his E3 light machinegun with his primary hand "are a security detail. Bunch of pirates if you ask me but there it is... they can go straight to your line if you need 'em or act as a light reserve if you wish." He nods as a bivouac is mentioned "Be nice to get out of the wets and into something dry... we'll need an hour and a good DZ to bring in the regiment... on paper that's about 4000 troops but it depends on how much transport the Colonel could dredge up on short notice. Could be the whole she-bang. Big drop... but the beach is nice if the tide cooperates so it shouldn't be a huge issue." He goes on as he walks with General Hobbes "We have a Righ out on the boats so getting proper equipment for the radiation shouldn't take too long. Your boss can contact the Ard-Righ Boru to get some of our nuclear clean-up guys on their way if you think it'll be needed... or maybe wise." He shrugs "There's supposed to be more marines on their way but I think they were headed for Dio... could be wrong though. Again, talk to my bosses... above my paygrade." Waiting until a bivouac area is reached he does finally ask "Any chance of my team walking the lines to see how things lay? It'll help us determine how and where to lay out the LZ... its gonna be sort of big... as I said." |
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