Eternity RPC Board
11-25-2018, 01:02 AM
Northern Gable
24 Nueva 1588
Liam Lundholm was a conscript, like much of the Gableese military. He'd been dragged into the military shortly after secondary school and received a few months of training before being deployed north. The deployment had been quite sudden and came as a surprise. He and many of his peers had expected that more senior personnel would be deployed first, but here they were.
He considered himself somewhat lucky, nonetheless, to be deployed into the Kasimnini valley rather than the border itself. He'd heard of how chaotic the border had become since Mahara began it's final push. The veteran Maharsan revolutionaries easily toyed with the untempered Gableese troops and penetrated the border with impunity. Of course, the media and the nation weren't told that and it was instead built on rumors passed through the Logistics Corp.
"How much further?" Liam questioned, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of them. He was a driver in the Logistics Corp. He and his team had been tasked with convoying supplies to an army camp near the border. Their armed escort made them nervous. It meant that the rumors of convoys coming under attack had some truth to them.
"It's about another three dozen kilometers," his navigator answered, studying the man on the dashboard in front of him. "We're on the last stretch." The Fuugo man was not much older than Liam.
"Thank God," Laim replied. "My ass hurts from sitting all morning."
His navigator chuckled. "We'll have a good break while they unload the trucks."
The radio between them suddenly crackled alive. "Charlie 1. All units halt, we've spotted a possible up ahead."
Fuck. "Shit," Liam cursed, easing his foot onto the break.
"Of course it's when we're so close to camp," said his navigator. He quickly shoved the map into the map compartment and checked his PDW, bringing it up to the open window. The trucks were cheap and the men didn't trust them to to stop shrapnel, much less arms fire.
The ground around the highway had been leveled at some point, leaving a few meters of clearing to either side before the savanna returned. Liam, his own PDW at the ready, couldn't see any movement. "Bravo 3," Liam called into the radio, "no movement detected."
"Bravo 4. I don't see anything out there either."
"Charlie 2, all clear in the back."
"Bravo 5. I'm seeing movement to your 3, Bravo 3."
"Fuck," Laim's navigator muttered. He lifted his rifle out the window and focused, struggling to see anything off in the shrubbery.
"They're at ou--" the radio cut out for Liam and his vision turned black. As his consciousness faded, he heard gunfire popping in the distance and the panicked shouts of his navigator.
When the Gableese Army sent out a patrol to search for their missing supplies, they discovered that the convoy had been wiped out and looted. The bodies scattered to each side of the road weren't Maharsan.
24 Nueva 1588
Liam Lundholm was a conscript, like much of the Gableese military. He'd been dragged into the military shortly after secondary school and received a few months of training before being deployed north. The deployment had been quite sudden and came as a surprise. He and many of his peers had expected that more senior personnel would be deployed first, but here they were.
He considered himself somewhat lucky, nonetheless, to be deployed into the Kasimnini valley rather than the border itself. He'd heard of how chaotic the border had become since Mahara began it's final push. The veteran Maharsan revolutionaries easily toyed with the untempered Gableese troops and penetrated the border with impunity. Of course, the media and the nation weren't told that and it was instead built on rumors passed through the Logistics Corp.
"How much further?" Liam questioned, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of them. He was a driver in the Logistics Corp. He and his team had been tasked with convoying supplies to an army camp near the border. Their armed escort made them nervous. It meant that the rumors of convoys coming under attack had some truth to them.
"It's about another three dozen kilometers," his navigator answered, studying the man on the dashboard in front of him. "We're on the last stretch." The Fuugo man was not much older than Liam.
"Thank God," Laim replied. "My ass hurts from sitting all morning."
His navigator chuckled. "We'll have a good break while they unload the trucks."
The radio between them suddenly crackled alive. "Charlie 1. All units halt, we've spotted a possible up ahead."
Fuck. "Shit," Liam cursed, easing his foot onto the break.
"Of course it's when we're so close to camp," said his navigator. He quickly shoved the map into the map compartment and checked his PDW, bringing it up to the open window. The trucks were cheap and the men didn't trust them to to stop shrapnel, much less arms fire.
The ground around the highway had been leveled at some point, leaving a few meters of clearing to either side before the savanna returned. Liam, his own PDW at the ready, couldn't see any movement. "Bravo 3," Liam called into the radio, "no movement detected."
"Bravo 4. I don't see anything out there either."
"Charlie 2, all clear in the back."
"Bravo 5. I'm seeing movement to your 3, Bravo 3."
"Fuck," Laim's navigator muttered. He lifted his rifle out the window and focused, struggling to see anything off in the shrubbery.
"They're at ou--" the radio cut out for Liam and his vision turned black. As his consciousness faded, he heard gunfire popping in the distance and the panicked shouts of his navigator.
When the Gableese Army sent out a patrol to search for their missing supplies, they discovered that the convoy had been wiped out and looted. The bodies scattered to each side of the road weren't Maharsan.
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