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Stratian Soldier

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a character in “A.N.G.E.L. The Eniknight War”, as played by XxEvil1xX

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Allegiance: Stratian Republic
HP: 5
Atk: 1
Dice: 1d20

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Standard foot soldier for the Stratian Army.
Armed with semi-automatic ML-6 photonic burst assault rifle, SML-1 Pistol, 8" close quarters combat knife,1x landmine, and 2x frag grenades.
Accessories includes visual hub module located in helmet that allows for communication, GPS, and Statistics Analysis.
Other Accessories include, pressurized suit, 10x magazine clip of photonic power cells, and 1Hr. O2 tank for emergency space scenarios

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Stratian Soldier's Story

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=The Speech continues however meanwhile at the Stratian Military Base Gemini, Stratian soldiers are preparing for an invasion on one of A.N.G.'s star port cities. A small TV with the President given his address is playing in the background however the sound is drowned out by the sound of a Sergeant calling the troops to attention=

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=All the soldiers within the area quickly rise and snap to attention, as all that could be heard is the sound of the TV in the background and the sound of footsteps of an officer making his way to the front=

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=All the soldiers relax yet give their OIC their attention=

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YES SIR!!! =The soldiers echo out in reply=

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier
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Clack, clack, clack. The sound of well polished boots striking the floor with a methodical step was drowned out by other such steps as Aster, among several other soldiers of the platoon, assembled before the Lieutenant in full array, their uniforms impeccable, their weapons well maintained. Aster smiled slightly. This was it. She had finally made her way through boot camp, undergoing rigid training, and she was still here. Finally, she was amongst the ranks themselves, ready to blast off for their enemies' home, to enact revenge a hundredfold for the atrocities the A.N.G. had committed!

Mother... Father... I'm going to avenge you both. The A.N.G. will pay for what they've done, Aster vowed, placing a hand against her forehead in a well practiced salute as her name too was called, one among dozens as the platoon stood at the ready, their voices ringing out in one word, a word which they had probably used more than any other in their life by this point.

"Here, Sir!" Aster replied, a confident smile on her face as she looked on eagerly.

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=They enter the hanger and as they do a ship docks. the hatch opens and a crew of soldiers begins offloading dozens of bodies. Even Galain can hear the marshaler barking orders from inside the ship=
"Lets get a move on, we have a lot of bodies to offload, the sooner we get them off, the sooner we go to pick up the rest"

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=The squad does what they are told securing their weapons and themselves into place. the rattle of armaments and equipment is heard all around as the platoon prepares for war=

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=The soldiers fastened into the cabin begin shutting the vizor on their helmets and clicking the oxygen hose to the side of input of their helmet. A mix of randomized and unison clicks is heart as all the soldiers immediately carry out the instructions the pilot gives them. Failure to do so could mean death before they even land. The once lit up interior of this ship has now become very dark only a red light glows by the door indicating that the soldiers are not clear to leave the area. For many this will be the last they will ever see of home.=

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=the force brought on by the inertia of the ships take off, jerks the bodies of all the passengers very hardly while the ship flies full speed towards Arcacello=

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=The soldiers remove their harnesses, grab their weapons and begins a formation at the still closed hatch, preparing to engage whatever the platoon may have attacking them on the other side=

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=In unison the soldiers give a loud intimidating:
HOORAH!!!
=as they stood in battle posture=

The setting changes from Stratian Ring to Arcacello

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=one by one, the soldiers quickly rushed out of the ship, one going strait forward, one with their sights on the left, the next with their sights on the right, the next with theirs at the left, and the next at their right. Literally the soldiers of Ghost Platoon hit the ground running=

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: A.N.G. Soldier
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"Come on!" Aster roared, leaping out of the dropship and diving behind a rather large bit of rubble as the bullets whizzed overhead. It was just like the war games in basic... soldiers running every which way, sounds of gunfire and explosions, curses, shouts, cries, and people falling. However, unlike those games, this was real war. Aster watched as one of the soldiers leaving the transport was picked off where he stood, his blood staining the Earth below. Having only just landed, they were a prime target...

Aster readied her weapon. When the suppressing fire died down and the enemy had to reload, she would have a chance to shoot, then move to a different position. She kept an eye on her readout, tracking the locations of her squad. She didn't want to be left behind, after all.

The setting changes from Arcacello to Sci-fi fantasy

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Vage Leer Character Portrait: Azmeen Seriph Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Stratian Pilot Character Portrait: Galian DeKarthate
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=As each teams initial skirmish with the A.N.G opposition began to die down flares began to shoot in the air signaling the end of a battle. Like fireworks the flares began streaming in a phosphoric red glow that filled the dark rain cloudy sky in an orange hue, illuminating the wet streets below them. Seriph stood in an open clearing at a streets intersection close to the craters left by the battle and held up a flare gun and shot his flare into the sky as well. A minute passes by and ships began to hover over head where the flares were fired. One ship descended and landed on the crossing section, as a unit of medics came out and looked around for dead or wounded Stratian soldiers, as well as piling up any A.N.G. corpses they find to be later buried in mass graves.
The medical team locates Galian and assesses his injuries before deciding that his injuries are severe enough to be treated on board their medical ship. They place Galian on a stretcher and carry him back on board their ship which eventually will ascend again back to the Stratian Ring. =
=Vage wipes his mouth as the medical team carries his comrade away and sees Aster standing in the doorway.=
It is okay Aster I am fine, no serious injuries or anything


=He listened to her express her heartfelt apology to him while patting his back. He shook his head.=
No you did plenty Aster, a lot of this is my own fault, my frame of mind was not here. I was always led to believe there would be glory in what I do, but I was wrong... so very wrong.
=He said as he stairs at his shattered helmet a moment, then realize this isnt the time or place to have people feel sorry for him=
Anyway, I am assuming Seriph is wanting us back isnt he?
=He says looking back at her, and made a smile at his one friend who had been there for him countless times. He got up and grabbed his own rifle and walked with Aster back towards Seriphs location=
Did you get hurt?
=he said as they returned to their meet-up point=

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Vincent Cairo
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Chapter 3: Siege of Sulta, Enter the winged devils of war.
Location: 20 miles south of Portston.

(Song to set the mood)

=From behind the front lines and blasting artillery being exchanged by both armies. a convoy of four armored protective vehicles (APVs) accompanied by four Stratian tanks race across the country side towards Sulta. Artillery shells from the A.N.G. come crashing down randomly near the APVs as they drive around the craters of the earth that the shelling has already ravaged. In the back of one of the APVs were six members of Ghostplatoon, sitting in their combat gear, rifles in their hands, some with their helmets at their feet, while the armored cabin they are in shakes violently up and down from the driving. Explosions and tank fire being muffled by the reinforced steel plating around them sets the ambiance for the Stratians as they approach the besieged front lines outside of Sulta.
Likely it came to some relief to Aster that Seriph was in a different APV with Lt. Horus, likely explaining to him in further detail of Vage's betrayal. Either way for a brief moment she was free of his presence and was in the accompaniment of some fresh faces for Ghost Platoon, likely some of the replacements for the half of the platoon that perished in the descent to Arkachello.

=One man sitting in the rocky cabin, preoccupies his time glancing at a picture of his family, smiling as it helps take his mind off the violence occurring outside. The name tag sewn on the man's kevlar vest is embroidered with the name Cairo. A youth whos talents, skill, and thinking quickly got him to the ranks of Technical Sergeant. It is rumored he got his stripes being part of another division in Anju by turning a battle around by destroying two A.N.G. tanks that were crossing over a bridge. Likely rumor seeing how Ghost Platoon found some worth in pulling him from another unit.=

10 minutes until extraction point
came the words of the APV's driver on the intercom.

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[Two Days Later, 10 miles North West of Sulta]
=The once peaceful grasslands between Portston and Sulta have turned into a living hell. Artillery shells rain down around the few dozen Stratian tanks treading over the hills. Volleys of tank fire in retaliation, crushing any straggler armored vehicles belonging to the A.N.G. Rolling with the Stratian tanks that are punching a hole through the weakening ANG lines is a convoy of armored protective vehicles, transporting infantry soldiers sent to take out the A.N.G foot soldiers while the tanks handle any armored vehicles and naval landings the A.N.G. sends their way, among those being transported are members of Ghost Platoon."

"10 Minutes until extraction,"
came the words of the driver in the from of one of the APCs that Aster, Cairo, and a few others are in. With his helmet resting at his feet and rifle in his hand, Vincent Cairo looked at all the several other people sitting next to and across from him. He sees the quietly entranced sniper Aster Elionsvie sitting across from him. He leans forward tapping her knee with his hand.=
Hey.. Hey you, do you have any gum?
=He asks her in a casually manner.=

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Vincent Cairo Character Portrait: Stratian Pilot Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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=The soldiers in the convoys do as they were commanded as they put their state of the art helmets on, images of fellow comrades shown in the reflections of their visors. In five minutes time the convoy reached its destination. a half mile from the streets of Sulta and just shy of 500 yards from the front line. The Stratian tanks traveling with the convoy move forward to the front lines firing volleys into their Artomidian enemies while the Armored protective vehicles carrying ghost platoon form a wall to shield the platoons to protect them while their acting commander Major Garlon will brief them.
Extraction point reached, move out of APC and immediately form up within the walled formation of the convoy.


=The soldiers quickly grab all their equipment and weapons and rush out of the convoys starting from the closest to the exit. The sounds of stray bullets dinging against the armor plating of the vehicles can be heard on occasions. As the soldiers rush out of the convoy they can see the hell up ahead unfolding. Arrow Piercer fighters fly over their head, heading over the battle lines to sink the enemy ships in the distance. The ships themselves were hard to make out however the flames from their rockets being fired toward them can be seen, but more noticeable is the thousands of bullets and artillery fire being traded back and forth.
Among the arrow piercers flying over head was one of the Stratian Air Force's top flying aces Amelia "Mia; Flay.

=The Stratian soldiers from the different convoys begin to gather together and form up in a well organized disciplined square formation, and awaited for their commander Major Garlon to brief them over their mission about to unfold.

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Character Portrait: Azmeen Seriph Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: 1st Lt. Charles Horus
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=Weaving between the tanks, gun fire, and artillery bombardments Lt. Horus half of Ghost platoon makes a run for the trenches just a short way away. Though victory is within their grasp this is no easy endevour. The battleships off in the distance continues to punish the advancing Stratians that are not yet in the trench, raining a sheer hell down upon them; towers of flying dirt, limbs, and bodies are seen erupting high into the sky. After about a three minute sprint Lt. Horus men were able to reach the trenches where they were greeted with a violent volley of machinegun and rifle fire from a the Sulta outskirts.
A few of Lt. Horus men were mowed down by the Artomidian gunfire however a good majority of the Ghost Platoon team made it into the trenches, where they had to stay low under the blanket of bullets over head, anyone who was not crouching was a dead man. Finally making to his position Lt. Horus attempted to call in to Major Garlon. He pushed a button on the side of his helmet that activated his comm link with the Major.

Steel Wolf, this is Steel Fox, do you copy?


........ =only an irregularly high pitched sound is heard back, as his signal didnt go through. Lt. Horus removes his helmet and throws it down on the ground in frustration=
God Damn it, the fucking Artomidian boats must be jamning our communications!
=Lt. Horus looked around a moment thinking then took out a pen and a map and called out=
Seriph, Abel, get your asses over here!

=Seriph and Abel who were with the rest of their men peering out from the trench returning fire to the Artomidians stopped what they were doing and kept low as they made their way toward Lt. Horus. After Lt. Horus got done writing down on the map he rolled it up and handed it to Soldier Abel=
We are going to things the old fashion way you two. I hate sending you back out there, but I'm needing you to deliver this map to Major Garlon, tell him we are in position but we can not do a damn thing until we get an airstrike on the enemy lines and ships located where I've circled on that map.

=Lt. Horus picks up his helmet and begins to put it over his head again=
We get that, then we will be able to...

=Abruptly one of the artillery shells thats been bombarding around them, fell right into their trench, shrapnel and smoke fills the trench as scream are heard from wounded soldiers. Azmeen and Abels ears are ringing from the blast as the smoke begins to clear only to reveal a grizzly scene.
*****Music*******
=The soldiers stop freeze in their tracks and alert their comrades to the gruesome display before them, for standing for only a few seconds is Lt. Horus with the upper half of his head now gone. The now departed commander then falls to the ground as his men stair in shock a moment. =
Ah fuck!!! What the fuck do we do?!

Kill the bastards!!!

Make them all pay!!

=The soldiers shout as a storm of emotions stir within them as half of them prepare to make a charge out on the enemy Artomidians=

Keep your asses down!
=Seriph demanded.=
Lt. Horus, told us to stay where we are until the airstrikes get here.

The damn aeropiercers have been flying over our heads all day how much longer do we have to wait?!
=one soldier ask=

=Seriph replies=
Lt. Horus gave Abel and me the order to physically deliver the coordinates of the airstrikes to Major Garlon to call in, until then honor our commanders death by not getting your own stupid asses killed!

=one of the soldiers speaks up=
He's right, we are too close to supreme victory to die now
=One of the Stratian soldiers takes one of the bullet riddled Stratian flags laying in the trench and drapes it over Lt. Horus body, while doing so all the men of his platoon salute it a moment= =Seriph brought his saluting hand down and looked to the others=
You will know soon enough when we have made it

=The other soldiers nodded and returned to fight alongside their other comrades firing shots into the Artomidian lines.=

=Abel looked over to Seriph=
Lets move.
=With that Seriph and Abel climb out of the trench making a run back to their convoy extraction, narrowly dodging the gunfire. A short ways another artillery shell comes down behind them, sending both Azmeen and Abel into a crater.
I'm okay.
=Abel says to Seriph who was getting up=
=Seriph looked to Abel extending a hand=
Is the map?

Yeah, its right here
=Abel says holding it out=
=Seriph thinks for a moment then smiles and with his extended hand snatches the map from Abels grasp and then fires a shot into Abels head with his gun=
Thanks
=he says as he climbs out of the crater making his way to the Major Garlon, leaving Abels body behind him=

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Character Portrait: Azmeen Seriph Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Trent Soren Character Portrait: A.N.G. Soldier Character Portrait: Stratian Pilot Character Portrait: Amelia 'Mia' Flay
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=Mia , Trent, and Garside delt a crippling blow to the Artomidian defenses. While the perspective of Mia's reckless flying may have appeared to be abnoxious for her wing-mates, from the Artomodians below on the recieving end, the sight was purely menacing. The Arrow piercers blanketted the area with rapid hot fashes of light up photonic death, littering the ground with explosions and fried corpses. Despite the battleships best efforts of repelling the attacking arrow piercers with anti air fire, the easily manuvarable arrow piercers struck them down, causing them to errupt in explosion where their remnents began to sink in the sea below.

The Stratians in the trenches to the north meanwhile, kept their heads down low so not to be peppered by the machine guns holding them at bay, until they heard a sound that was like music to their ears.=

****Bsssshhh***** *****Bsssssssh**** *****Bsssssshhh**** ******Bssssssshhhhh*****

=the sounds of the lazer cannons firing off blast at the machine guns, annihilating everything around them is heard as the arrow piercers zip by, roughly a hundred feet above them. The Stratians in the trenches raise their fist in the air and cheers on the Arrow Piercers for saving their asses.=

(C> A familiar voice to the Ghost Platoon comes on the com links for the platoon.= This is newly appointly 2nd Lieutenant Azmeen Seriph, Commanding Officer of Ghost Platoon. Communications is back online, and hostile artiliary has been wiped out. You are clear to advance on Sulta, Victory is in our grasp, Hail Strata.


The Stratians in the trenches looked to one another a bit in confusion. That little shit is our C.O. now?
Garlon must have promoted him for getting the coordinates to him.
Whatever, we got our break now. Lets finish this. Hail Strata!

=All of the North team Ghost Platoon as well as the other platoon troops in the trenches with them shout out Hail Strata and roar a battle cry as they climb out of the trenches and charge the Sultan lines with bayonetted rifles. Shooting, skewering, and killing a quickly waivering Artomidian defense that begins to be falling back.=

=At the sametime Azmeen Seriph is running back to rejoin his team, in a less hazardous field he has ran twice before. Every step of the way from behind the exterior of his helmet, a smug grin lyes on the mans face.=

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Character Portrait: General Star Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Vai Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Kira Senou
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=Vai drifted in and out of conciousness as managed through great effort to make a tournaquet to stop the blood flow from his severed arm, using one of the wires that dangled from the underside of his shattered armor, and a near by stick. Still though the blood loss was great and he felt very weak ontop of the pain.
As his eyes opened once more he heard the sound of yelling near by. "This way, it crashed somewhere around here!" said a voice. Soon after one by one red lazer lights began to appear, no doubt this could not be a a hallucination, no this was bad. Vai closed his eyes a moment and gone on his com once more in a slow weak voice.=
(> Enigma, this is Blaze... I have been comprimised... Stratians are beginning to close in now..


=Only able to listen in now on Blaze' communication Kira bit her bottom lip before responding back=
(> Attempt to evade if you can Blaze, Shyv will be able to be dispatched to rescue you very soon.


=Vai responded back=
(> Thats a negative, Enigma, loss of blood and broken limbs have made any hope of evasion impossible. This may be it for me...
=Vai thought of what fate awaited him, and then thought of his father at home. He knew likely the Stratians would probably torture him for information, something Vai was pretty certain he wouldn't survive in this state. He thought this news would be a terrible burden on his father and could not allow it.
(> Enigma, one last thing..

(> Go ahead Blaze
=Kira responded back=
(> Take good care of my father..., Tell him, I perished in the explosion..., and it was a quick.... clean death. Hozanahs protect you.

=With that Vai closed his eyes and deactivated his health monitoring system so no one would know his time of death. He looked up and over a dozen fully cladded Stratian soldiers slowly approached him, each with their rifles trained on him. He smirked and with a bit of his remaining strenght left he managed to salute them with his middle finger.=

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=Kira attempted to reach him but with no response back
(> Blaze, your state of line just flat lined, come in Blaze., Blaze respond.

=With a sigh General Star spoke up=
It's no use Lt. Sen'ou, he likely isnt going to reply back, its showing his health monitor was manually switched off.
=Kira looked up to General Star and Captain Stone=
General, Im picking up a Stratian transport ship touching down by his location
.


=Captain Stones fist tightened and his knuckles whitened.=
damn it all to hell...
=A mix of anger coarsed in his veins as the Stratians delt twice the blow to them on this mission by both taking out one of his finest officers and also obtaining the A.N.G's trump weapon. =
Damn it, damn it , damn it , damn it. Sen'ou get up.

=Kira got out of her seat and Captain Stone got on the squads com=

(> Richmont Hawks, this is Captain Stone. You're only focus on this mission is to make an example of every Stratian soldier you come across. Your comrad in arms, callsign Blaze has been comprimised and has fallen into Stratian captivity. Attempts of rescue are now no longer a factor. Honor this man by putting the fear of hozanah into every soulless body of your enemies. Pour your rage out on them for the glory of your fallen comrad.

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Character Portrait: Aster Rei Elionsvie Character Portrait: Vage Leer Character Portrait: Azmeen Seriph Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: A.N.G. Soldier Character Portrait: Vincent Cairo Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon
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=Vincent Cairo was pushed quickly down to the ground as his comrade Aster appeared to be shot, unbeknownst to him, the bullet just grazed her armor. He was taken back a second as the ambushing sniper shot caught him off guard, then quickly snapped out of it and looked to Aster=

Shit, you okay?!


=he asks while she notified the Major of the ambush. Rather than get an answer Aster quickly got up and darted to some cover, something Vincent wasn't too foolish to not catch on to, and did the same. Pop shots of pavement and sparks shot up from the ground at their feet and a menacing high pitch zipping noise is heard fading in and out around them while bullets flew past them. Fortunately they successfully made it to cover, where Cairo sat up his machine gun and began firing back towards the snipers.=

Where the hell did they come from?!


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=At the same time Seriph and his men were rushing to put the nail in the coffin. With a bulk of his men armed with anti-tank propelled weapons they made it around one of the corners of the perimeters of the city that would lead them to the harbor, yet they were greeted with unexpected company. One of their own men in front of Seriph got struck down by an A.N.G. sharp shooter as a few of the men alerted the team by shouting out= "SNIPERS"

=Azmeen cursed under his breath= "Artomidian dogs don't get the hint they're defeated...
=He looks at the three members in his team armed with only rifles and he points out to where he believed the shot came from=
You three! Take care of the stubborn little resistance, the rest of you double time to the harbor. MOVE!

=The team broke off even more and the anti-tank team ventured further ahead. All of a sudden all hell broke loose for Azmeens men as the air around them got ripped open by Machine gun fire.= Hit the deck!! =Azmeen shouted as his team of eight threw themselves to the ground, reliving a scene they just recently experienced. Pissed, Azmeen looked back to his men=
Switch to your primary weapons and return fire!!!


=With that said he did the same and began firing at his enemy.=
A setup! It was a fucking setup!!


=Seeing that the enemy was overwhelming his men he burrowed back behind cover and attempted to get on his platoons com=
Major, this is Seriph of Ghost Platoon, we've been ambushed. We need either reinforcements or an airstrike at the northern edge of the Sultan harbor! Repeat... =the radio gives off a loud violent feedback=
Fuck!!! Being jamned again?!!


=One of Seriph's men pats him on the shoulder to get his attention having to shout over the sound of machine gun fire.= Commander! LOOK AT YOUR LEFT, OVER THERE!!! =He says as he tried to stay down pointing off in the distance. Seriph looked out and about a hundred yards to his left he seen a full allied platoon, likely Hades platoon pinned down as well by flying bullets that looked like a ceiling of fire and flying metal, inches above their head. Seriphs eyes narrowed seeing that A.N.G. somehow managed to spring out of the jaws of defeat, not believing what he is seeing.=

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=After a brief moment of static over the radio frequency Major Garlon made his distress call in a familiar voice to the major was heard.=
This is General Calvin Minos Chief Commander of the 2nd Stratian Vanguard. I have copied your last transmission. Request for retreat is denied, Major.

=Of all the Generals to receive the distress call, General Calvin would likely be the least likely wanted man to have heard it. He was not just a general, he was one of thee generals within the Stratian ranks. And already hitting political flack for his adopted son, Vage Leer's, betrayal, he was not about to have a key location lost to the same platoon who was affiliated with him.

You and your men will hold your ground on Sulta. You have three tanks heading your way now to assist you, and an aerial cargo ship has been dispatched towards your location to deploy two of our MT-01 Hell Minions as well. You will not lose ground at Sulta, Major Garlon, that is a direct order, Major Garlon.

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Meanwhile in the streets of the harbor city, scores of Stratian soldiers where shocked when they witnessed the arrival of A.N.G. reinforcements. Volleys of shots were exchanged from both lines, and rows of men on both sides dropped. However the exchange didnt last long. Both sides were within so close of proximity of one another that they began to charge each other with bayoneted weapons and engaged each other in violent close quarters combat, this time the Stratians were on the receiving end of Sulta's Hell.
An odd screaming noise began growing out of the faintness of the area as aircraft began diving down towards the combat zone. No one in the Stratian ranks would suspect it was the A.N.G. Dracos from North team. As quickly as they soared over head of the city, they blanketed the surface below them in explosions , destroying and killing everything caught within the trail of death.
As soon as the Dracos fly by objects began shooting out of them and descending down upon the scorched earth. The Eniknights of Aerionelle, Corpse, and Vage landed in a crouched position. Cybernetic wings on their back adjusting a moment while the eniknights user's get their barrings.

=Kiras voice comes over the open A.N.G.E.L. channel=
(> All of North team has successfully touched down at designated drop zone. Repeat, all of North team has successfully touched down at designated drop zone, commencing forward with the final phase of Operation Taipan


=Vage's helmet clad head arose, from the exterior he looked poised and calm, yet from underneath terror was in his eyes.

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Character Portrait: Laymin 'Shyv' Shyvell Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Kay Stone Character Portrait: Stratian Pilot Character Portrait: A.N.G. A.A.S.T.
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The first arrow piercer streaked overhead after its wingman, the pilot having taken a moment to gather his wits after the wounds he had sustained at the hands of the Artomidian assault trooper. But, recovering enough to rejoin the fray, he did his best to line up his shot - although most of his targeting readouts had been destroyed by the photon rounds that had pierced his cockpit - and let loose with a storm of chaingun fire.

(Tsukiakari rolls 1d25 and gets 14. So close. XD)

These shots, however, arced wide, the pilot having overcompensated for the loss of his targeting reticule. He cursed, and pulled out as fast as he could. However, he was now exposed for the briefest of moments to the Eniknight fighting below...

...

Gunfire rang out through both AA bases as the assault teams stormed in. In the south, the anti-air turrets had already been knocked offline by an EMP disruptive warhead from one of the dracos, and the team had left them in an automated defensive mode, hovering over the facility to provide covering fire while they cleared the base. But they were having a hard time of it, the engagement nearby having brought the Stratians into an alert standby. Still, with the help of their transports' heavy guns, they had made it inside, and were already heading for the gun controls.

Meanwhile, in the north, Aerionelle retracted her beam saber, the man she had just impaled with it falling limply to the ground, sheathing the weapon, she glanced back at her team, who has just finished mopping up the last of the enemies on that level. The control room was on the third floor, and they'd probably have a hard fight on their hands clearing the second.

"That's the first floor, clear. Alright, everyone, we're moving up!" She directed. Then, checking her squadron HUD, she grimaced. It looked like Shyv had taken some serious hits. Well, there was nothing to be done about it. Opening a channel to command, she spoke.

"This is Lindwurm. We're progressing well. Second team has reached target. Advise ordering our Knight in the area to retreat, over," She suggested. Considering she was talking to a Captain, and Stone at that, she had no authority to belay his orders for vengeance. So, she simply requested, hoping he'd understand and agree with her. If not... then she just hoped the south team could get that gun online and on their side fast enough to save her...

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Character Portrait: Aerionelle Franz Remil Character Portrait: Marlo Revkel Character Portrait: Stratian Soldier Character Portrait: Stratian Pilot Character Portrait: Horatio Garlon Character Portrait: A.N.G. A.A.S.T.
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(I forgot to post as Corpse, but I shall now!)

Corpse swore that the damned AAST member wanted to fuck with him - the guy made the descent as jerky as possible. Corpse grimanced as he went down, seriously wanting to be on that damned ground so that he didn't have to deal with this piece of shit pilot anymore. Finally Aerionelle gave the yell for them to bail, and he was all too happy to comply with that order - Corpse had a feeling that he would have soon anyway, since he swore he heard a chuckle by the AAST member. Corpse furrowed his brow a little, knowing he would probably kick this guy's ass later on in the month.

Nearing the ground, Corpse gave a smirk as he angled himself towards a small group of soldiers. Corpse felt a lot better as he fell, back to his more mello state of being - he assumed that the only reason for that was because he couldn't control where he had been going before. While falling, the only person to control where you went was yourself, and gravity - he liked that. He noticed that Aerionelle had just landed herself and was shooting another group, but Corpse shook his head. Instead of using a gun to engage the troops below him - who had just noticed him and were starting to fire - he did what he liked best: landing on them. Sounds quite cruel, yes, but a hell of a lot of fun (by fun, it gave Corpse a smirk. Fun wasn't much else besides mildly amusing to him).

Upon landing on the troops on his feet, the soldiers that weren't completely knocked away were smashed by his oncoming shield until they were no more. Corpse checked his corners - without a gun, which wasn't abnormal for him - and then moved his way over to 2nd Lt and assessing the area. Those Dracos, as much as he hated them, did a pretty bang up job of completely destroying the shit out of the area. There wasn't much to fight as they moved forward into that one building. To be honest, Corpse didn't even know the mission objective - he rarely did nowadays. Instead of paying attention, he just smoked the briefing away. Regardless though, he somehow kept with the mission at all costs, just by making guesses and estimates as he went. For a lazy guy, this was probably the highlight of his excitement.

Thanks to the fact that he was a combat medic, he wasn't really allowed to entirely engage the enemy as they entered the first floor. Knowing Corpse though, he snuck in a few kills that he couldn't really help himself. The worst was when a guy tried to surprise him, only to surprise himself by the Undead Guardian. Corpse just batted him away with his shield.

It was now that he watched the rest of the troops as they finished off the last of the soldiers, and heard Aerionelle speak that the first floor was clear and that they were moving up. Corpse gave a little sigh, starting to get a little bored and frustrated by how bored he was becoming. It was then that he heard Aerionelle speak something interesting. This is Lindwurm. We're progressing well. Second team has reached target. Advise ordering our Knight in the area to retreat, over Corpse narrowed his eyes, and stared at his own squadren HUD - after Vai had been shot down, he had shut it off in annoyance. There was a little blip for Shiv, but she wasn't doing that hot.

Corpse narrowed his eyes, and began to mumble - as he did frequently - and didn't care who heard. "Might as well send me over by the time those pounders get the gun online. I ain't doing fuck all over here."

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Garlon was in distress, and what happened next nearly sent the Major over the edge.

Jorge just stood there, his face focused while he listened for any voice, any recognition from anyone that he had been heard. He just kept staring at a bare piece of dirt as this happened, but he really wasn't looking at it - it was just a focal point for his face. After what seemed like eons of static and waiting, he heard a voice. Instead of feeling relieved, Horatio could feel his throat drop to his stomach.

This is General Calvin Minos Chief Commander of the 2nd Stratian Vanguard. I have copied your last transmission. Request for retreat is denied, Major.

Raging emotions flooded the Major's body, and yet he felt as if he could feel nothing. General Calvin was not one of the Generals that he had been expecting, nor hoping to hear the transmission. After what happened to that Vage Leer kid he adopted defecting, Garlon had assumed that Calcin would be taking this one off to deal with the politics and problems. Apparently, guiding a slaughterhouse was considered 'making amends'.

What made it worse was that Garlon liked Vage. As the acting major for the Ghost Platoon - having served as a scout in their ranks quite a few years ago - Garlon had gotten to know a lot of the Platoon quite well, especially Leer. In fact, when he was alone, Horatio would sometimes blame his own indecision and inability to see the hesitation that laid within the kid's eyes. From the moment Vage signed up, Garlon could tell that he wasn't prepared, and not cut out to be in the Ghost Platoon - and yet he said nothing.

But now was not the time to for Garlon to think of one man, as the lives of the entire Platoon were at stake just because of one stubborn fool, and it was Horatio's job to fix that...

You and your men will hold your ground on Sulta. You have three tanks heading your way now to assist you, and an aerial cargo ship has been dispatched towards your location to deploy two of our MT-01 Hell Minions as well. You will not lose ground at Sulta, Major Garlon, that is a direct order, Major Garlon.

...With three tanks and two Hell Minions. Horatio could barely contain his rage by the end of the order, especially at the ending. All he said was a curt 'Yes sir.' and closed the transmission before raging. After a minute of swearing, cursing and pacing, Horatio was spent - which was always a good thing, as he could never think well with pent up anger. That being said, he began to formulate a plan. The Stratians were closed in with sniper nests throughout the city. From what he could tell in the distance, those 'evac boats' were really troop boats. Flying planes of some form had just heavily bombed the main force, with reinforcements on the way.

A plan was formulating, but he didn't like it. Horatio had always put his first priority as conserving lives, but that seemed to be thrown out the window by his last order. So, he decided that he might as well make the most of it. First thing first, though, as soon as those tanks arrived they would be needed to take out the jammer, where ever it may be. Next, the Ghost Platoon would be told to retreate slightly to regroup - keeping them split up would be suicide. Besides, their stealth would help take out the sniper nests while the bulk of the army dealt with the reinforcements.

However, until that jammer was off, he was powerless until the tanks arrived. Horatio narrowed his eyes, and began to walk over to the driver of the armored vehicle. He climbed in and grabbed his chain-gun attachment and began to put it on before the driver interrupted his thoughts. "Sir, you got word back from the Generals! Why would you-" Garlon cut him off quickly to explain.

"General Calvin has ordered me to take this city under any costs - no retreat allowed." The driver paled at the answer. "So, since I am useless at the moment, at least I can suit up and wait for the reinforcements to pick me up. If that jammer is taken down, communications can be resumed, and this war can be won." He stopped to attempt to reach Ghost Platoon once again.

"Ghost Platoon, this is Major Garlan. Come in Ghost Platoon, I need an update!" As much as he knew, he was used to having his men speak to him - not having to guess. Guessing caused casualties. He continued to call until his arm was fully equipped, or until someone somehow responded.