Eternity RPC Board
05-30-2018, 06:01 PM
Closer. Still closer. To not waste resources and get the best shots they could, the few fighters in the beaches remained hidden in the brush several hundred meters away from the landings. Their numbers were small, dwarfed, even, by the invading forces, but they were never intended to keep Soyabar’s legions off the beach; that would have been an impossible task. Instead they waited, even under fire as the landing forces shot blindly into the dense jungle foliage. The Soyabarans came at them: 200 meters, 100 meters, 50 meters, 20 meters...
The order to open fire was given. Machine guns tore streams of hot lead onto the exposed beach. Several howitzer trucks fired upon the landing craft as they crested the coastal dunes, though there could have been more had the heavy guns of the enemy fleet not destroyed many in their bombardment. In the air the battle raged as AA trucks fired, moved, and fired again on the Soyabar-marked aircraft; many of the best pilots the Disciples had - nearly all of whom had been plants and defectors in the Zealmarkian forces - met the enemy in the skies inland from the beaches, and while they performed well their numbers were just too few.
Even as the battle was still new, the defenders one by one began to pull deeper into the trees.
* * Elsewhere * *
“My brother, the battle has begun. They have landed near Zeebrugge, but in the east.”
“As expected, my brother, they plan to isolate the east city. Tell those who remain in the West to watch for a second landing, but not to expect help from the air this time; the air war has begun, and we will not win it. Notify the rest to continue as planned.”
The first man nodded, and left for their communication station. The second, who had given the orders, paced lithely around his table as he watched the events unfolding in the news. Tall and thin with sunken eyes and his skin the color and texture of well-used leather, {name} had no intention or illusion of winning the battle on the beaches.
Yes, they were numerous and almost rivaled the invaders somewhat, but they were still outnumbered and poorly trained. Vamana Uldana’s fighters were drawn from all walks of life, and many had never held a gun in their life until the day of the coup. Most were barely trained in the basics of what they needed to know in the short days between the coup and Soyabar’s retaliation. What they lacked in skill they made up in zealous determination...but still skill was preferable, and so the plan had to account for the lack of it.
{name} stopped his pacing for a moment to pick up his tea. No, a do-or-die battle in the beaches wouldn’t do well at all. Soyabar and the world must be made to realize the cost and futility of their imperialist, colonial endeavors.
The order to open fire was given. Machine guns tore streams of hot lead onto the exposed beach. Several howitzer trucks fired upon the landing craft as they crested the coastal dunes, though there could have been more had the heavy guns of the enemy fleet not destroyed many in their bombardment. In the air the battle raged as AA trucks fired, moved, and fired again on the Soyabar-marked aircraft; many of the best pilots the Disciples had - nearly all of whom had been plants and defectors in the Zealmarkian forces - met the enemy in the skies inland from the beaches, and while they performed well their numbers were just too few.
Even as the battle was still new, the defenders one by one began to pull deeper into the trees.
* * Elsewhere * *
“My brother, the battle has begun. They have landed near Zeebrugge, but in the east.”
“As expected, my brother, they plan to isolate the east city. Tell those who remain in the West to watch for a second landing, but not to expect help from the air this time; the air war has begun, and we will not win it. Notify the rest to continue as planned.”
The first man nodded, and left for their communication station. The second, who had given the orders, paced lithely around his table as he watched the events unfolding in the news. Tall and thin with sunken eyes and his skin the color and texture of well-used leather, {name} had no intention or illusion of winning the battle on the beaches.
Yes, they were numerous and almost rivaled the invaders somewhat, but they were still outnumbered and poorly trained. Vamana Uldana’s fighters were drawn from all walks of life, and many had never held a gun in their life until the day of the coup. Most were barely trained in the basics of what they needed to know in the short days between the coup and Soyabar’s retaliation. What they lacked in skill they made up in zealous determination...but still skill was preferable, and so the plan had to account for the lack of it.
{name} stopped his pacing for a moment to pick up his tea. No, a do-or-die battle in the beaches wouldn’t do well at all. Soyabar and the world must be made to realize the cost and futility of their imperialist, colonial endeavors.