Jus Ad Bellum: Dogs of War (IC Board)

[Saxious]

Matt coughed to get everyone's attention and then said, "It all sounds really fancy, and the kind of tricks that we see on TV...but are they really necessary? First of all, with all due respect, Miss Murphy, catnap grenades...Listen, the LEGION doesn't leave their prisoners unattended that's for sure, so if we use the catnap grenades we're also going to harm the prisoners, which wouldn't look good for our reputation. Second of all, if we want to do this, lets do it with some style. SIB, Silent Is Best, so here are my thoughts:

We come to the embassy on foot in order to avoid any unwanted attention," Matt started off, trying to get the holographic display to show what he meant, however he wasn't as skilled with the technology as the other members and in the end, with frustration building up he gave the keyboard a quick slam and used his Malaya dagger instead to point out the locations in the hologram, "So, we know the 40 prisoners are here, and most likely with security men, possibly trained LEGION members, so we must be careful, we'll be stationed here, on top of the nearest building, take out any guards who's watching from the windows or the roofs. I'll take out the guard in the room with my M82A1 with my own customized bullets, which should be good enough to shoot through an average concrete wall, so they could eliminated.
In the mean time, Mr. La-point, you and Miss Murphy will go, as you called it, John Wayne style, but in a more fashionable manner...you'll use the gun that shoots those...harpoon shots into the walls, glide along the rope, smash into the windows, get the hostages down through using a rope-latter, please excuse my English, I'm not entirely fluent, and get the hostages to climb down there and into the yard.
As we all, can obviously see, there is a wall to separate the embassy to the outside world. This is where the cavalry comes in handy, for once the hostages are down in the garden, or whatever they may call it, they'll drive the Chimera through that wall, open the doors so they can get in, and back out. Don't worry, from what I've read, the Chimera should be good enough for this operation...well, it'll take an RPG shot, or two before it explodes, so you'll have all the time you need to escape with the prisoners, safe and sound...supposing you're quick enough."

Matt looked around making sure that everyone had heard him and then added, "When the hostages are out of there, get a missile to blow the house into pieces, because-" he said before people would start to object to his methods, and then pressed a few bottoms, and the sewers were displayed beneath the embassy, "The LEGION aren't stupid men, they are intelligent, so they'll use something like the sewers to escape, and we can't search the entire city for spread out LEGION members who have blend in.
Oh and another thing, if we do decide to use this idea...Miss Murphy and Mr. La-point, you are both intelligent people, so please...use your imagination if LEGION soldiers comes through the doors."

Matt then stood back and waited for them to come to a conclusion for what he had suggested. They didn't need to be silent once the hostages were out of the embassy, just get them to safety, then they could screw all the needs for being silent for what Matt cared, their objective was completed and they could then blow up the hole building if they needed to, after all they had to kill the LEGION members sooner or later, and Matt would rather have it sooner.

[Eastep]

Mr. Nickels leaned back in his chair, thinking over all the possibilities to himself. There were political targets in there, and the people holding them were linked with LEGION, or could perhaps be directly from LEGION. Direct entry would cost them a lot of hostage lives, and the LEGION soldiers might even escape out the back door and into the sewers. Without the local police and the military, there'd be no way to fence them in. Knowing the usual terrorist gig, they probably had anti-vehicle weapons, with the soldiers wielding them up high for better firing positions, and a gun to the back of every hostage's head.
Chaos and the General were jabbering back and forth, each putting forth some good ideas, Eve also submitted some good ideas, but then Hitman spoke up, shushing everybody. Matt fiddled with the keyboard and the holograph projector, and the sudden smashing of the perfectly fine keyboard made Code wince. Matt drew out his dagger and started pointing out his plan, making it much easier to see what he was saying, since that he was crap with the computer system.
Once the Vietnamese sniper was finished, Code leaned forward, raising his hand to garner some attention.
"You all are going to run up in there like Rambo, and just start busting heads? Just like that?" Code looked around the room, then stopped suddenly. "Wait, who's missing from the group?" There was an empty chair in the room, and somebody was most certainly missing. Code blinked, remembering that Natalie wasn't here. "Natalie... Hey, aren't we gonna wait up for Natalie, or she going to play some catch up?" Code asked, shaking his head.
"Anyways, why don't you cut the power, and storm the building from two sides?" Code stood up, seizing the battered keyboard from the table. He tapped a few keys and zoomed the hologram away from the house. "Put a distraction up front, make them think you're coming in with the Blackhawk, but instead head up through the sewers with night vision and infrared. You could pop in a few smokes, keep them confused, and Matt there can take out a few from afar." Code displayed his plan on the hologram, highlighting entry points and rendering a Blackhawk on the projector.
"Or, I could set up a few radio controlled guns on the outside and take out some targets with you all, it's really up to you guys what you want to do." Cody sat back down in his chair, looking around the table for constructive criticism.

[Saxious]

"You all are going to run up in there like Rambo, and just start busting heads? Just like that?"

Matt Dao looked at Code with a cold look, signaling him not to make the least bit of fun about the situation, and since Code had not even the least bit of real experience of how it was like to fight a war up close, he could, in Matt's opinion, keep such stupid ideas to himself, though he kept his mouth shut and listened to what he had to say, and then responded, "Mr. Nickels...This is war, and war demands bold actions, along with blood and death, whether you like it or not, you're ideas are original, but they wouldn't last long enough against the LEGION, no offense meant, sir. Nothing ever goes according to plan, and here are some of the faults in your plan.
One, when we cut the light, the hostages will panic, giving the LEGION an excuse to pull the trigger of their guns.
Second, the LEGION does have intelligent members, such as the traitor, Mark Gabber, who knows a few tricks and they will act quickly once the light is cut off, and we're not an army, so we can't attack from all sides at once.
Third, if we came from the sewers, we have to make out way from ground level, or even the cellar, and all the way up to the hostages, meaning we'll have to be like Rambo, but even then...how do we know they haven't booby trapped the ways out of the sewers? It only takes some wire and a hand grenade to make a trap deadly enough to kill a person

The distraction would be good, but there's the chance that the LEGION could have anti-helicopter, so whoever is in it has to take quite a risk to get close to them, but all in all...we cannot allow the LEGION to know that it is us that are attacking, we have to to be quick and stealthy, no Rambo style, or Mr. and Mrs. Smith here."

Matt then looked at the shown hologram before him and added, "Mr. Nickels...Isn't it true that the OMEGA and American satellites are capable of detecting heat sensors from angles, and create holographs, like this one? If so, it wouldn't matter how we came into the embassy when we already knew where the enemy and hostages were, obviously the Freedom Fighters are going to be standing with their weapons in their hands, so we can recognize who's who through their physical position, and the hostages from sitting down," Matt explained and looked at Code for answers, "We have to be quick here guys...We can't argue all day, we need to get to the embassy."

It was true, if they talked more than they took actions, then they wouldn't save anyone, and Matt had a feeling that the LEGION may be involved in the kidnapping of these political people, so the faster they killed them the better.

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Mark's foot fell down and into the sewer water, and a hand was brought up to stop his loud cursing and swearing. The LEGION members didn't want to be revealed where their location was because Mark couldn't shut up.

The men continued to crawl along the sewer. It stank horribly, even though Mark's mouth was covered with a thick piece of cloth and he breathed through the mouth instead of the nose, he swore he could taste the foul stench in the air, really...taste the smell in the air. He had never experienced anything like that in all his years as a soldier, and he dearly hoped that he wouldn't have to do anything like that again.

Coming to the end of their journey, Mark and the other four LEGION troops exited the sewer with much relief. They loaded their weapons and then looked around. Their target was the press, they needed to put the heat a little up for the Freedom Fighters, so why not hit where the world was looking?
Moving along the alleys, the men began to split up, one went to the roofs, and got his sniper rifle ready, took his aim and waited for the signal, another went a further away and got an RPG ready, in case any vehicles would come their way.

Mark and the rest then walked into view, and pulled the triggers. Bullets flew like a rain storm at the press, taking everyone, along with the viewers, by surprise as the LEGION soldiers were firing mercilessly at them.
Mark felt ecstatic, killing was like a drug for him, being the master of life and death was something he almost craved for, and he enjoyed it, hell...he lived to take lives!
"Komm her und sterben, du Idiot!", Come here and die, idiot!, Mark screamed as he fired after a camera man who had been stupid enough to film the entire thing, but what did it matter...OMEGA would then hurry up and come, and then everything would be so much more interesting...yes, once the OMEGA came, Mark would be satisfied with his blood lust.

Mark! What the hell are you doing! You idiot, you have gone way beyond what you're suppose to! Get back here, now! That's a direct order, the leader of the present LEGION members called over the radio, and Mark simply frowned as he shot a dead woman in her head a few times and walked back to the embassy with the other four, well...the walk turned into a run as the Sudanese soldiers began shooting after, and although Mark wanted to shoot back to them, he held back the urge.

Mark got away with a simple flesh wound in his left arm, and the LEGION lost one of their snipers as Mark's restless acts had led him to his death, and did Mark get scolded when he had top face the present LEGION leader? Oh hell yes, enough for him to feel a small bit of regret, but not enough for him to break down a beg for mercy.
Now that Mark was back in safety, and it didn't seem like anything was going to happen soon, he gathered what bombs he could find and began to knit them to vests, which he then gave to the more political important hostages...if they went anywhere, they would blow up before they got away. Mark loved the fact that there was no rules in love and war...for he wouldn't have followed them anyways.

[wolfangel26]

When Hitman coughed, Eve looked to him, "It all sounds really fancy, and the kind of tricks that we see on TV...but are they really necessary? First of all, with all due respect, Miss Murphy, catnap grenades...Listen, the LEGION doesn't leave their prisoners unattended that's for sure, so if we use the catnap grenades we're also going to harm the prisoners, which wouldn't look good for our reputation. Second of all, if we want to do this, lets do it with some style. SIB, Silent Is Best, so here are my thoughts:"

Eve listened patiently as he explained his thoughts on the situation. Hitman, or Matt, was just recently transferred under her command. He was a great soldier..maybe a little humorless at times, but overall, he carried his weight. During his own planning, she noticed Code seem physically pained at his treatment of the keyboard and couldn't help but smile.

When Code spoke up, he mentioned Natalie, who she noticed was not present. He also added in his own thoughts on the mission. Looking back to Hitman, she noticed the cold look he gave Code but said nothing as he spoke once more. Once he was finished, Eve yawned.

"Okay, well, in reference to the catnap grenades...I'm assuming you haven't heard of them, Mr. Dao," she said coolly, "But they're physically harmless. They knock out targets, hence the name, but they were just an idea, not a direct approach so don't get your feathers all ruffled up."

Taking another drag from her cigarette, she looked from Code to Matt, "Also. Code pulls his own weight...so don't sell him short. We're all a team here, soldier or not. You're right, OMEGA isn't an army, but we're are a team...and we do our job."

Rising to her feet, she finished her cigarette and smothered it in the ash tray before she sighed, "And in Rambo's defense...he always came out on top. Stealthy or not."

She stared at the hologram for a minute, her mind racing with thoughts of strategy. Hitman was right, they didn't have all day to sit on their asses and come up with a plan, but going in half-cocked was hardly a productive motion. She was a field commander, and she did her job well. Looking to the Chief she folded her arms across her chest.

"Sir, what are your orders?" she asked. Whatever command he gave, she would execute without a thought.

[Derek Smith]

" Hear Hear..lets just get this mission started already. You Americans talk too much for my liking." Luke replied after listening to Hitman's plan. Although he respected the man's shooting skills the JFT2 solider was less impressed by the other aspects of the man. He was far too eager to shed blood and talked like he was a general and not some Vietnamese grunt who wasn't even a proper solider even by his countries standards. Of course for this lifetime Soldier his views where colored by his disgust of the familiarity and lack of discipline among OMEGA members.

" And seriously Mr.Dao what is it with Asians and complicated plans. This isn't some video game of War Room Sim this is a real mission with real people. Your plan has too many variables, too many unknowns and too many assumptions that have no actual basing in reality. I think you should spend less time in the War Room cause it seems to be ruining your abilities as a tactician. The AI here won't be here to pull your ass out of the fire this time." the JTF2 commando further said. " and as for the missing member we can't wait all day for her. She heard the call and if she chooses to ignore her duty it's not our problems but the Court Martial Boards." And here he stood straighter.

" Lets just get going already, we can come up with a more suitable plan once where ground side. All this arguing over this stupid hologram isn't going to do us any good Sir." 2nd Lt. Luke La-point finalized addressing the Chief. " And no offense Ma'am Rambo was a fictional character who was facing scripted enemies not a real solider in real combat. If one of my JTF2 commando's went off like that I would shoot him myself to spare the enemy the bullet."

[Saxious]

"And seriously Mr.Dao what is it with Asians and complicated plans. This isn't some video game of War Room Sim this is a real mission with real people. Your plan has too many variables, too many unknowns and too many assumptions that have no actual basing in reality. I think you should spend less time in the War Room cause it seems to be ruining your abilities as a tactician. The AI here won't be here to pull your ass out of the fire this time."
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"And no offense Ma'am Rambo was a fictional character who was facing scripted enemies not a real solider in real combat. If one of my JTF2 commando's went off like that I would shoot him myself to spare the enemy the bullet."

Matt looked at Luke, unconsciously, he had turned the dagger so he could throw it across the room at at the man. Although he respected the man for being higher ranked, his generalization for him being Asian was just being pure racist, thus currently Matt would rather shove his sniper rifle up Luke's ass and fire it than saving any hostages. He was Vietnamese and proud of it, it was one of the few countries who had kicked America in war, and if he had to remind him of that he would gladly remind him of the many things that the Vietnamese did to the Americans.

Matt then realized how it was that he was holding his dagger and placed it back, and tried to look at Miss Murpy, though it was too late...his face was already displaying his hatred for 2nd Lt., who had probably no idea for what good Matt was...Who was going to watch the man's back on the battlefield? Who would pick out targets and take them out? Who was going to infiltrate the enemy and sabotage their bases? Matt was, and he could easily misdirect a bullet, and the 2nd Lt. would loose a leg.

Matt knew his position and kept his mouth shut, it had been beaten into his skull that he was to obey his superiors, whatever they said, even if they pushed it further, he had to take the shit and do his job on the field, though currently he really wanted to see how the hell Luke was going to save anyone when he had three snipers aiming at him...yet, how the heck would he pick them out? Snipers were trained to stay hidden, to pick out the strongest men, and survive for weeks on few provisions, at least that was how they had done it in Vietnam.

"Sir," Matt then said, looking back at the 2nd Lt., "I believe that the Commander meant that, it doesn't matter whether we're loud or stealthy, as long as we do what we have to do, it'll be alright," Matt stated and then shifted his position from relaxed to a more militarist disciplined manner. He didn't keep his eyes on the 2nd Lt. for long before looking back at Miss Murphy.
He could feel his hands shaking, he wanted to beat Luke till his face was unrecognizable.

"Mà điên chỉ huy cần phải được dạy một bài học,", that crazy commander must be taught a lesson, Matt then muttered to himself, keeping the audio to a minimum, a whisper to himself which even he could barely hear.
"General, what are your orders, sir?" Matt then asked, wanting to get the meeting over, go and kill some LEGION bastards, and then come home and eat some KFC.