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The New Battlefield:  New Earth

Latch HIll

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a part of The New Battlefield: New Earth, by Vio-Lance.

Where the battle began.

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A fortress, located in New Africa.
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Journal Entry - 31: Latch Hill- A fortified bunker in the Grasslands of New Africa. This large hill made a great outpost, and eventually turned into a fortress. Now, the Eastern Forces hold this fort...while the WAF assault it heavily. We watch from the sides, keeping vigilance for weakness on either side. Though the EF holds a grand defense, the WAF seem to be winning this day. With more vehicles and artillery, this day looks to be theres. But we shall see yet. I've got marksmen ready to strike at any time around the clock, and scouts running like mesengers between here and there. Though it's a thirty minute jog, it keeps us updated. We don't want to draw any attention to ourselves by driving vehicles....

Ramblings: I like the place. It's warm and sunny all the time, and even our moral is raised while we are here...unlike our base in New Russia. The troops have adapted well, and we've even had a few become too lax, and shirk off.... Though I've had to punish these individuals, I can't blame them. It's not the tropics, but after coming out of New Russia? I'd take anywhere out of the icelands...

New recruit caught my eye today.Terrence Fuller. EF guy. He's got a nice record, and seems to have dropped his flag for now. He came in strapping the latest gear: The ACR is what I was impressed with. It's basically an upgrade of my rifle. But made by Bushmaster. Oh well. Can't stay top of the line forever. He is a scout man, and he's good at it, but I wouldn't doubt his fighting capacity either.

I hope this goes well.


Sasha frowned as she peered through binocculars over the harsh grasslands, the yellow-green grass flowing on as far as the eye could see, almost as tall as a man. Here eyes carefully scanned the enviorment, seaching for what she needed.... Finally, her eyes caught movement, and focused on a figure. He had the same kind of grass that surrounded him formed into a suit. The ghillied man ran up to the hidden base and to the gate. He tapped on it twice. "Where's the General?" Asked a voice over a nearby com.
"In the Snake Cage." The ghilled man replied,
The door slowly opened and allowed the man inside the small base. It was large enough to house maybe ten tanks, but no larger, and it's largest structure was a watch-tower on the main building.

Sasha put down her binocculars, and walked away from the lookout, and down the stairs. She and the ghillied man arrived in the command center about the same time.
"Report." She said sternly.
"Nothin's changed much, Ma'am. Ain't no fluctuation in power." He said, in a slightly irish accent. He rested his SVD rifle on his shoulder. "EF are puttin' up one hellvoa fight though. Ain't been no breaches yet....but the WAF are sendin' in the Naz** soon. West and South flanks are vulnerable to entry, but it won't be an easy job, even for the Naz."
"Right, right. Keep an eye out for the Naz, then. If you see them, drop them. No questions asked. We don't need their elitist asses running us down." Sasha replied sternly. "Permission to engage freely."

He offered a salute, and she returned it. He turned but she called to him. "Hold on, Soldier. You're not done yet." She said, herself turning. "But at ease." She walked to one side of the room, too a crate, pulling it open. Inside were four grey rifles. She pulled them out one at a time, and propped them against the wall.
"What'r those, Ma'am?" The fellow asked.
"The things that the EF are carrying. Cheytac M-200. We just got some supplies from the base we just established in New Japan. EF left a whole damn crate of 'em. And if they don't want 'em, we'll take 'em. You can leave your Dragonov here, Soldier. But you'll have to carry these puppies. They're not too heavy, and you should be able to handle them all." She said, handing him too at a time, and throwing the other ones on slings around his back. She then stuffed his bandolier full of ammunition for it.
"Be careful. And make sure that you get these there!" She said roughly.
"Aye, Ma'am. An' thank'ya."
"One more thing, Sergeant." She called out to him.
"Ma'am?"
"How's the 'Rook' doing?"
"Fuller? Damn, he's pickin' everything we tell 'im to off with his SVD."
"Then he'll reap havok with the pinpoint of the Intervention. Right. Dismissed!"
The soldier offered the best salute he could manage while having his hands full, and then marched out. She picked the man's dragonov up, and walked back up to the watch tower. Just in case....
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The Ghillied man, Vlad Shows, also known as Sergeant ' Sharpshooter', or SS, marched, his hands full of the futuristic rifle, clattering as he made his way back to his platoon. It was a gruling walk, but eventually, he had made it, panting lightly. He pointed out to each one as he knelt down.
"Righ' boys, here's new toys fer ya. He tossed one to each of the ghillied snipers.
"Right on! The Intervention! I wonder'd when we'd be getting these." one said, eagerly catching the rifle.
"M-200, huh? Good. We've been needing something more accurate the ShittyVD." Said yet another.
Vlad then turned to the newest scout for their teams: Terrence Fuller.
"Alright Hotshot." He said tauntingly. "Let's see what you can do." Vlad said, handing him the silenced sniper rifle.
"We've been cleared to engage one target if we see 'em. No questions. Just lead. Keep an eye out for the Naz."
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Naz- Resolutionary code for the WAF's Spetsnaz forces. The "Naz" as they're refered to still maintain quite the grip on the squad based expertise.

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Vlad shows and his crew, including Pvt. Fuller, began to pick off the 'Naz' as they arrived. The Blue berets didn't know what was hitting them, even with all of their elite training. He fired, the silenced rifle chirping again mechanically as they picked off the russians. He pulled the bolt of his rifle back again, before the rifle clicked empty. He tugged another magazine from his belt, and jammed it into the gun, before reaching back to his belt, pulling three mags from it, and tossing it to one of the other men in his platoon.

"Alright. We're goin' ta hold position." The ghillied man said. "Command jus' said that they're sendin' the Vanguard** in. I hope they know what they're doin'. Apperently, we're going to flank the WAF, flush 'em out of here, then continue the assault on the EF fortress." He said.
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Sasha walked down yet again from her watchtower, smirking as she went down to her command room. A few men, with assault rifles and helmets were waiting, fiddling with their equipment. Once Sasha entered the room, the all went to attention. She saluted lightly, before reaching under the command table, and pulling out a submachine gun, before pulling out a stock and a handguard, as well as a barrel. The XM8, her weapon of choice, was going to be of use here. She began to piece it together, using the assault rifle variant with a grenade launcher, and a drum magazine. She made sure that she had a couple of other drums as well. She looked to them, flipping her rifle off safety, and asking. "Where are the rest of the VG?" She asked, looking on at the soldiers still at attention. "Outside ma'am, ready to go." The man asked, before walking to the woman. Sasha patted herself down, making sure her sidearm was ready, and her conceal couldn't been seen. "Right. Let's go." She said sternly, nodding to him. They would walk out of the door, and move through the base, before hitting ground level and walking outside. Sasha viewed fiteen of her best soldiers...ready to move. "Let's go, assholes." She said sternly, before starting to jog off, towards Latch Hill, the other men following her close behind.

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#, as written by Gazimu
Fuller grinned, "We goin in with em sarge?" he asked, before firing a shot into te forehead of one of the Naz soldiers, damn russians, he thought bitterly, they were good, but not good enough for a sniper rifle like this, let alone a whole squad of them.