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Old 11-09-2007
 
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This roleplay was inspired by the “Modern War RPG.”

Roleplay 2016, the Rise of the Reds.

Background

On December 1stth, 2008, Taiwan attempted to declare themselves as an independent government. Even though the United States advised Taiwan not to make this move, but the government really had no choice, since their recently elected president’s campaigned on the promise of independence.

The United States urged China not to take any military action, but they would not hear it. On December the 15rd war broke out between the newly independent Taiwan and China. An amphibious invasion was launched by China but driven back, and an air war began. Stretched thin by the war in Iraq and fearful of a Nuclear conflict, America did not intervene.

On December 25th to the shock of the world, China launched yet another amphibious invasion that successfully subdued Taiwan. Though Officially the United States was neutral in the war, relations between the two nations worsened when a squadron of buried F-16 fighters we’re recovered by the Chinese.

In early January, 2008, the newly elected President of the United States fulfilled his promise to the American people and all troops were recalled from Iraq. A Civil War quickly broke out and hundreds of thousands of civilians were slaughtered in it. While America was hit hard for this in the international community (particularly because they had started the war in the first place) China, still angered by the Taiwan issue, gave America some of the harshest criticism.

On October 10th, 2010, a series of border disputes between the Russian Federation and China led to the Chinese to covertly start supporting a Neo-Communist revolution that was beginning to stir in Siberia. The Revolution was started mainly because of the deterioration of the Russian economy; they felt it would be better off like the old days.

On June 21st, 2012, North Korea successfully detonated their first topside Nuclear Weapon. Even though the Chinese hadn’t supported the North Koreans for years, they did not condemn them for this act, and even supported them.

On February 10th, 2014, the Russian Federation, after suffering a series of losses at the hands of the Neo-Communist revolution, discovered the Chinese backing of it. War was officially declared between the Russian Federation on the 15th, and Germany (now in an Alliance with Russia), declared war the following week. Though no Nuclear Weapons were fired, missile silos were set on high alert, and skirmishes broke out everywhere on the Eastern Russian Tundra. Fearing the worst, the United States began to develop its failed Star Wars program once again. Soon after, North Korea, now backed by the Chinese, declared war on South Korea. It was only a matter of weeks before they were overrun. The United States, who's citizens were still sore over the defeat in Iraq, did not intervene.


On March 15th, 2015 History was made when the first colony ship of Earth made it’s landing on the moon. The Colonists consisted mainly of North Americans and several corporations in the United States sponsored it. China believed that the base was a great threat to their security, and another Space Race began when China launched its very own colony ship. This triumph was bitter sweet because at the same time the Russian Federation were threatening a Nuclear Attack on the ‘Neo-Soviet’ army that was rapidly approaching Moscow. The Chinese Threatened to do the same, and on May 3rd fired a series of nukes at Russian Federation military targets as a preemptive strike. It was then when America finally decided to Intervene. It’s new satellite weapons locked onto the missile and destroyed it.

As the carcass of the missile plummeted to the ground, China and it’s allies declared war on the United States, and the rest of the world began to chose their sides. Nukes were no longer part of the equation except if low altitude bombers delivered them. Though America expected China to back down after the impressive show of force, only a month later China launched a series of 15 rockets carrying their own defensive satellites, though 10 out of 15 of the rockets were shot down, 5 satellites made it into orbit, negating any American nuclear weapons as well. Space Combat between the laser-weapon based satellites was out of the question; they only worked by targeting objects as they entered orbit or when they were descending. Special ships would have to be made in order to down these particular weapons. On the ground Allied troops were being sent to Russia to reinforce the Federation, as well as to Japan to reinforce her in case of communist invasion. Also, because of it's already weakened state, Iraq was easily 'liberated' by China and a communist government was set up in place of the previous state of anarchy.

One year later the conflict in Russia was brought to a stalemate only 300 miles from Moscow. Also in 2016 the first armed conflict in Space was reported when the first armed shuttle (American) destroyed a Chinese satellite. The Whole of Europe have United into a single fighting force, and many others have joined the fight.

The Stage was now set for a war unlike any other before it, one that would rage in all continents and even in space.

Your Role

Now, you will make a difference in this war. Fight for any nation in any role on any front. From Civilian to Private to General to Space Colonist To... well you get the picture.

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Currently there are 6 different major conflicts going on in the world. The first is the Cuban front where the United States launches wave after wave of Amphibious invasions to no effect. The second is on the Russian frontier, where almost every nation fighting has sent troops to support either the Neo-Soviet Union or the Russian Federation

The Third is in India which declared war on North Korea expecting an easy fight, only to be beaten back. Allied nations have diverted even more troops to support them. The Fourth is in the Pacific where America and it's allies fight a naval and island war against China while simultaneously defending Japan from amphibious invasion.

The Fifth is all across the Middle East where each side fights over the oil supplies there.

The Final Front is being fought in orbit. Though citizens of all nations participate, only Japan, the Europian Union, Both Russian Factions (with outdated technology), and China have been able to send actual satellites and ships up. Currently there are 3 Colonies (Japan, United States, China) have been set up on the moon and more nations plan to also join them as valuable heavy metals have been found only slightly below the surface. The current colonies consist of about of about 1000 people and are focused on weapon testing and mining. They live in domes and farm in enclosed biodomes. In other words the colonies are completely self-sustainable. There is talk of mining the asteroid belt and colonies on mars but nothing has been planned as of yet. Though there is always a risk of it, no combat has been recorded on the moon yet.

The Most Valuable technology in space is the anti-ICBM Laser Satellites deployed in orbit around earth. As mentioned above destroying these from the ground can be very difficult due to the speeds at which they orbit the earth (and because the satellites can easily shoot down a missile heading right towards them). Destroying them by means of Space To Space combat has been deemed the most viable option.

Other Military Installations in space include combat shuttles (Only 4 are known of at the moment, 2 owned by the United States, 1 owned by Japan, and 1 by China), Space Stations, and anti-satellite satellites.

Why so much attention? If any nation loses their grid they are open to Nuclear Attack.

The Rules

1. NO GOD MODING. As I've said, play as any role you wish. But no god characters. No scientists with zero combat training heading into battle and trying to be the Terminator.

2. NO UNREALISTIC CRAP.. Yes I know this is the future and some of the ideas I've presented seem outlandish, I still don't want the Chinese to have some sort of super lazer that can decimate whole armies in one shot. In space, try to keep it real, this is 2016 and there are no X-Wings yet. The main element in Space Combat is stealth, actually seeing your target in space is very unlikely due to the vast distances. Yes I know were not physicists... but still.

3. Feel free to be creative, but keep the storyline stable and realistic. (China wouldn't attempt a full scale invasion of America right after the start for instance.)

4. Secondary characters are allowed.

Bios

Forum Name:
Character Name:
Role: (Your Job or Rank)
Affiliation: (Which country you belong to and if you are military which branch.)
Skills: (Anything your good at)
Possessions: (Things you have on ya, including weapons)
Current Location:
Bio:

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Affiliation: United States Navy
Skills: : Particularly good shot.
Possessions: Sidearm.
Current Location: Pacific Theater.
Bio: Joined the navy early in 1986, Rocky Winx moved through the ranks quickly before finally being honored with the rank of rear admiral in 2010. Though he is mild mannered and easy going off duty, but commands with a stern presence when manning the helm.


I hope to start this as soon as 4 people sign up (including myself). If you have any questions, comments, or helpful criticism feel free to email me. Oh, and anyone can join in no matter what their roleplaying experience is. Once the roleplay starts, feel free to join in at any time.
 

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Old 11-10-2007
 
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(OOC: Didn't have time to do this yesterday :/.)

Forum Name: Jacker
Character Name: Private Douglas West
Role: Private, Rifleman
Affiliation: United States Army, 10th Mountain Division.
Skills: Survivalist by heart.
Possessions: M16 Assault Rifle and extra clips + body armor and radio gear.
Current Location: The Russian Front.
Bio: Abandoned as a child, I grew up with only myself to care about. I lived everywhere I could find food, first the city then the wilderness and then the farmlands doing what I could to beg food. The army took me in and gave me hope for a better life. But as the war wages on the cold New York City streets are starting to sound like a great place to be....
 
 

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Role: Captain, Tank Commander
Affiliation: Russian Federation Army, 28th Armor Division
Skills: Tactical decisions
Possessions: AK-74 with extra clips, SIG P226 sidearm with extra clips, communication gear
Current Location: The Russian Front
Bio: Nicholai Vladimir was conscripted into the Russian Army in 2012 due to the increasing conflict with the Neo-Communists. He quickly proved himself as he rose in the ranks, thanks in part to his strict upbringing. As the war drug on, Nicholai eventually found himself in command of one of the Motherland's tank divisions, where he participated in several major battles and gained the respect of the men under his command.
 
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hm. ok. I asked because there are many similarities.(China kills Taiwan, North koreans help chinese, etc) The biggest difference I see is that in the map, the F16s are shot down "accidentally" instead of dug up. enough nattering from me though.
 
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( OOC: I'd hope for more people but I'm going to go ahead and start this. UED I hope you don't mind if it's just the two of us for now. Anybody else can join at any time. )

Northern Ural Mountain Range, Allied Territory.

The cold Russian winds hit me like a boxing glove as I hopped out of the now landed Black Hawk. The chopper's blades were still rotating and that caused a whirlwind of dust and snow to fly all around me and my squad. But it didn't matter, we were prepared for that shit, but the cold... that was a different story. This didn't bother me for very long because soon after my Extreme Environment Suit (EES) warmed my body to a more comfortable temperature.

Sargeant Williams, my commander, lead us away from the chopper to meat with Starshina Tonya of the Russian Federation and her platoon. A wave of sympathy swept over me when I remember that Russian infantry did not have any EES's like we did, but when I noticed the battle-hardened gaze in their eyes that sympathy washed over. These guys were used to this shit.

"As you American's say, 'It's about time'." Tonya spoke to Williams with a heavy accent and held out her hand. Williams took it and shook firmly. "Starshina Tonya."

Russian Woman were sure different then the ones on the James Bond movies I had snuck into. When I heard the squad we were linking with was lead by a Woman, I pictured a gorgeous babe in a skin tight outfit holding a sniper rifle while winking. However that view was shattered when I looked over Tonya. She wore a heavy Russian winter jacket like the rest of her platoon and her face was obscured by a large wool hood. Ah well... dreams are for the weak anyway.

"Woulda given anything to get here sooner but the damn navy had to go and divert the transports because of fucking sub activity."

"Bleh." He spat."Sub activity."

"I understand." Tonya said. "Better late then never after all, yes?"

"Always." Williams smiled, and I rolled my eyes. He was never too good with conversation...

"Down to business though, if you don't already know the brass want us to work very close together and then if they can get all the politics together, a merger of our companies." He said diplomatically.

Tonya nodded. "I have heard of this and I am glad of your arrival. I am afraid we cannot talk much longer, I have orders to take you to Lieutenant Kinsey for information on our current situation, please follow me."

Williams nodded and obeyed the Russian warrior. "You boys make yourselves at home, set up camp with the rest of the platoon but be ready to move out at a moments notice." He said before leaving.

"Yes sir!" We said at once.

He wasn't kidding either. Soon after artillery thundered from higher in the mountains. The enemy was getting closer...
 

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OOC: Meh, it is ok with me. Hopefully more people join up soon though. This RP sounds like it will be quite enjoyable. Anyway...

25 miles south of the occupied city of Kazan, Near the Allied/Neo-Soviet Boarder

Dawn. It truly is the one of the coldest parts of the day. Not that that matters much, as we are all used to the cold. It has usually been an ally, as those who attack the Motherland always have to face her wraith. But now, now, things were different. Facing our own on the battle field, the cold did not matter. Tactics, skill, and numbers were what we needed, and we were far behind in the numbers department. As for tactics and skill, well, there, we were more even.

"Sir, from the satellite Intel, it seems that the cities' occupying garrison is at half strength," said Yuir Mikia, the division's head Intel specialist.

"Half? That doesn't make any sense. Just yesterday they were at full, and we have been occupying the only road out of there. Combined with those American's air support, they can't get more then 10 miles out before being bombed to Hell." I responded. "They just can't disappear!"

"Hmm, well, we did hear some choppers last night. Maybe they air lifted out?" Yuir proposed.

"Perhaps... But, why? Maybe they were needed on other fronts?" I answered back.

"Yes, yes, maybe. However, sir, if the Intel is correct, then that would mean we would outnumber the garrison by 2 to 1. We could bury them!" Yuir said, taking a sip from his flask.

"Heh, agreed. Tell the men to get ready. We roll out in 20. Then, call HQ. Tell them the situation, and get me some damn air support." I said, standing up and looking out toward the city in the distance.

"Yes sir." Yuir responded before heading out to alert the men. As he went out, I took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Heh, yes, those traitors will pay for what they have done to our country. Tearing the Motherland apart, not knowing that they are mere pawns. They will pay..." I thought, smiling slightly just as the sun began to rise.
 
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Few of the Russians spoke English and likewise few of us knew Russian. However, the one thing we all knew was how to share... rations. A Hershey bar for a smoke is all I could ever ask for and the Russian soldier I 'talked' to gave even more, a whole pack of em. Yeah I knew the shit was bad for me but it could sure calm the nerve as I crept along with my squadron down the steep slopes to the front lines while keeping an ear open for any early warnings of artillery or missile fire.

Right now we were playing defense. The commies had advanced slowly but effectively across the expanse of mid Russia until they had reached the mountain range we were currently bunkered down in. Now all we had to do was hold out until a decent amount of Allied reinforcements could arrive. Easier said then done.

Our defensive position was set along the edges of small rocky cliffs which crept down the mountain side. Trenches had been dug and sand bags had been laid down among the ledges but it still didn't seem like the greatest position. My experience in the country told me that one lucky artillery strike could be as bad as lightning and create a rockslide that would fuck this whole place up.

It could be worse though... we could be in a friggin city.

"Sergeant Micheal Williams, 5th Infantry Squadron, 2nd Rifle Platoon, Fox company, here to relieve you as ordered!" My commanding officer said to a very tired looking Seargent who met us at the tree line.

"Starshina Tonya Bolshavik, 10th Rifle Squadron, 2nd Platoon, Starlog company." Tonya greeted.

"I'm sure as Hell glad to see you both. I don't know whether god's been at work here but our position has managed to avoid artillery fire almost completely, so everything's in tact down to the last machine gun." The Sargeant reported.

"Glad to here it, what is the status of your squad?" Tonya asked.

"We're down to 70% strength but our kill ratio has been 5-1 as far as I know, so I hope the commies aren't getting too worn out yet!" He spat.

"We'll keep em at bay Sargeant, hope your boys get a good rest."

"Thanks, keep em at bay while we're gone, and good luck!"

The Sergeant whistled and about 20 soldiers slowly dragged their selves out of their foxholes and defensive positions back behind the tree line. Even without taking in much detail I could tell they were in bad shape. Most of them had lost parts of their gear and one in particular caught my attention. He only had four fingers left. I guess he figured he didn't need all 5 to fire his rifle...

"Alright boys take up positions in the foxholes, I want you to have a good field of fire but for god sakes keep your heads down, the forests down there are bound to be crawling with commie snipers."

Now THAT worried me. Beyond the summit of the mountains were miles upon miles of pine trees as far as the eye could see. The cliffs were the only thing standing between us and the enemy.

I took out position behind a sand bag and pointed my gun down towards the forest. Right and left of me were other squadrons and bellow me was another cliff with more defensive positions and below that one more and more and more. It was quite the sight.

The artillery in the distance stopped thundering and eerie silence filled the air afterwords. I took the Russian ciggerete out of my mouth and stomped it out in the snow. This was the calm before the storm... the only thing left to do was wait.
 
 

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10 miles south of the occupied city of Kazan, Near the Allied/Neo-Soviet Boarder

The T-95 tanks roared down the main road, heading strait toward the ruins of the city of Kazan. Inside of a T-95A command tank, I was on the radio, communicating with regional HQ.

"Yes sir, my division is 10 miles out and closing. No enemy armor detected. What's the ETA for the air support? Over." I asked.

"ETA is 2 minutes. We have 6 US A-10s coming in hot. Once they clear away any outer enemy armor, they will support your assault. We have heard rumors that an underground of survivors will support your attack. Over and out." The radio operator on the other end said.

Taking the headset off, I moved over to check the status of my division. All 26 T-95 tanks were at peak readiness, the other support units were close behind, and everything was set.

"Once those A-10s get here, wait for them to open up on the cities' defenses. Once they are hit, we will begin to shell em back to Hell! Got it?" I asked the chief gunner on board the tank.

"Yes sir, I will relay your 'message' to the rest of the division" the gunner responded back.

"Good, everything is going as planned." I thought, moving back to my command position just as the faint roar of the A-10s began to be heard over the drone of the advancing column...
 
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Forum Name: Rokdar Ironvain
Character Name: Alexei Petrov
Role: Militia Commander
Affiliation: Russian Federation
Skills: Extremely well disciplined and battle hardened.
Possessions: AK-74 Assault Rifle, 3 Frag Grenades.
Current Location: Ural Hills - With Jacker
Bio: You'll soon be finding that out

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The Russian weather was unusually harsh that day - terrible, ice cold winds raced across the frozen slopes of the Ural Mountains like a tide of needles, stinging mercilessly at the faces of Alexei and his company. They had been travelling on foot for many days now, only daring to move at night where they were unlikely to be detected by Neo-Soviet scouts, or mistaken as enemies by Allied aircraft. The journey was a difficult one, and Alexei had lost several men to sporadic ambushes by Neo-Soviet geurillas, but luckily he had not yet run into any serious hostile battle formation - it may have gone ill if he had done so, for his men were ill-equipped for an open battle.

They had fled enemy held territory days earlier, after a combined Allied arms operation was obliterated by a powerful Neo-Soviet counter offensive which won them many miles of ground in the north of the front. Alexei and his soldiers were initially combatants in the Allied operation, but following a total retreat and withdrawal by Allied forces from the sector, he was forced into leading his battered militia into a likewise manouver. The Neo-Soviets were aware of his presence however, and tried desperately to stop him from reaching friendly territory. However, only their partisan units could catch up the fleeing militia, but they were too few to halt Alexie in his tracks.

Alexie paused. At his back, three hundred militia, glad in olivegreen, and brown fur coats, all lifted their AK-74 assault rifles to their shoulders as if preparing for an assault. This was a standard manouver developed by Alexei and his host in recent days, for everytime he stopped, it was because he had seen something that made him feel threatened, and usually, his men found themselves the imminant targets of the cowardly Neo-Soviet partisans.

The wearied commander looked to his right, where the eastern wall of the valley ended, and there stood an extensive line of pine trees. On his left, the hills rose violently to the west and formed cliffs in the likeness of the jagged teeth of a starved wolf. A young woman, stern of face and wrapped in a thick whoolen blanket, walked up to Alexei's side. She was Anouska Kuzmin, his second in command - an accountant in her former life.

'What is it?' she asked, in Russian.

Alexei frowned. looking first to the forests that stretched out before them, and then to the cliffs on their side. He was a tall man, slim and well built. His face was covered with many streaks of scarred skin - shrapnell wounds sustained from his time in the Russian Army. His dark hair, streaked with silver, flowed in curls down to the base of his neck, and his eyes were grey and lifeless. He wore the same clothes as his men, except his clothes were a darker tone of green. At length he spoke. 'There are soldiers to our right, and to our left, yet they do not belong on the same side.'

'Then we have made it? this is the place?' she exclaimed with a wide grin upon her frozen face.

Alexei nodded in silence. He was uneasy - Allied fortifications were easily visble upon the hills to his left. They offered safety, ammunition and food! Oh how long it had been since the commander had last eaten anything other than stale bread, and melted down snow. Yet, to reach them would mean he would need to lead his three hundred in full view of the forest - there was no telling how many Neo-Soviet machinegun posts, snipers and mortars there were laying in wait on the outskirts of the trees.

'Is the radio working?' he asked.

Anouska shook her head. 'It works, but barely. Only enogh power for one more, long-term call.'

'Give it to me'.

Anouska drew from her inside pocket, a walkie-talkie, with a large aerial. The Allied frequencies were well known to the militia. Taking it from her gloved hand, the shivering Alexei held it to his face, and switched it on.

'This is Militia Unit 98/43, I repeat, this is Militia Unit ninety eight over forty three. Contacting Hill 109 (let me know if i need to change this? i thought i'd call your hill something so i could reference it). Can anyone hear me?' he panted, first in Russian, and then in English. Although he was weary, his words were bold and clear.

'This is Starshina Tonya, 10th Rifle Squadron, 2nd Platoon, Starlog company. Hill 109. Recieving. Identify yourself and your position, over.' crackled a reply in seconds.

Alexei peered up into the distance, along the slopes to where he could make out trench lines. 'Alexei Petrov, Commander of Militia Unit 98/43. We are located in the valley a three miles south of your position - i am unsure as to what the gradiant reference is. We are seeking a rally point, and Hill 109 was the closest Allied stronghold. It has taken us nine days to get here.'

There was a brief pause. 'Militia Unit 98/43? You're a long way from where you're meant to be.'

'I'll explain later.' snapped Alexei. 'I have three hundred starving soldiers, the last remnants of a militia that spanned in the thousands. We cannot stay here or we face freezing or stavation. We have the traitors to our right, and friends to our left - but to reach you, we will draw devestating fire. We need some form of covering fire before we can even attempt to make our way up the slopes, can you provide it?'
 

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"Sgt. Williams!" Tonya called.

Williams looked over his shoulder from the paperwork he was filling out on top of a makeshift table. The sudden call had caused him to snap back into reality.

"Yes? What is it Tonya." He replied, setting the papers in a neat pile.

"We have friendlies in the woods. Over 300 of them! They report they are about 3 miles south of our position in the valley!"

"3 Miles South?! Did you relay this to command? Those poor folks are gonna have a hell of a time getting here from there!"

"Yes, I've already taken care of that." She said. "Command has ordered that we lay down covering fire into the forest."

"Well that isn't going to do shit, until they decide to attack us that's like shooting at a turtle's shell."

"The Presence of 300 soldiers should lure them out of their cover." She argued. "It doesn't matter, the brass has already made their decision."

I broke my never-ending gaze to listen to their conversation. And sure enough, as it ended, Artillery fire and Mortars began to rain down into the forest once again. I looked back at Tonya, she was on the radio again. In the background I heard Williams relaying the message to of our Sargeants.

"This is Starshina Tonya to Militia Unit 98/43, we will give you all the cover we can, we have our best snipers and riflemen ready to pick out any communist dog that dares poke it's head out of the sand. The forest has over a battalion of communists already stationed there with more on the way, be very careful. Also, we are conducting a diversionary bombardment about 2 miles North of your position. I wish you good luck."

I trained my gun to the South this time, hoping to provide what cover I could. 3 Miles was a long way to go on foot through enemy territory...
 
 

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Alexei handed back the radio to Anouska and breathed deeply. His men behind him ducked their heads as mortar shells slammed into the nearby trees, exploding with devistating force. A few howling screams could be heard before they were cut short by more explosions.

'Militia! We make for the hills! Do not stop running until we're there.' he roared to his company. They returned his words with grim faces.

Seeing their fear, Alexei climbed ontop of a snow-covered rock, no higher than a person. The gazes of his soldiers fixated on him, and he stared back, holding his hands behind his back.

'The 21st Century leaves little room for living heroes.' he cried at the top of his voice. 'Yet, for all the bullets, the shells and the gas, there are still few that make such a title, and live to tell the tale. It shall be proven so today.'

'With all due respect, Commander Petrov, there is little hope of heroism coming from a blind run, across steep slopes, being shot at all the while by mortar and machinegun.' called one of the soldiers in reply.

'You are right about one thing, that we are to head on a blind run, that we are to be fired upon by the most cowardly of foes. But he, or she, who dares to venture into such a danger, is redeemed in themselves, of all ill-doing in life. Too few now, too few, would be willing to give their bloodied, broken bodies in exchange for their pride. Most, would go to that forest, and surrender - feeling that the cold of a prison cell is more attractive than the warmth of a noble, fearless death. Those of you who would now, surrender to the bastard traitors, do so now and be gone from my sight. The rest of you, prepare for the run of your lives,' he ended, his powerful words rocked from hillside to hillside, echoing throughout the entire valley, and beyond, into the forest.

Some of his militia looked at each other with uncertainty. They were not soldiers like Alexei, they were ordinary people, who had until a few weeks previous, lived ordinary lives. Death to them was a rumour that may or may not be true - but now, Alexei had made it sound a distinct possiblity. They could not return, they knew this, for they had no rations, and the far end of the valley was closed anyway, by a partisan group. Nor did they want to surrender, for it was rumoured that the Neo-Soviets were executing irregular military members. The only option they had, was to follow their wayward commander into death's very own home.

One by one, they stood forwards, to show that they were behind their commander in his suicide. Anouska being the first. Alexei smiled at them, he was proud as any leader should be, of men and women who were willing to give everything to follow them into battle.

'You are a proud strand of Russians indeed.' he said, cheerfully. 'I was expecting only myself and Anouska to attempt the run. Yet all of you, all three hundred, have decided to throw in your lot with us.' then his face grew grave. 'It is a long run, three miles, and we have not enough ammunition to make the move in an organised manner. Fire only when you need to. Are you ready?'

He jumped down from the rock, and cocked his AK-74. One of his men held their gun above their head and yelled 'We are with you sir!'. He replied with a warm smile.

And then, without further warning, Alexei sprinted out of the valley. A blast of cold air greeted him, accompanied by hails of bullets that came across the snow from the treeline. Dirt kicked up around him, but he continued to run, not looking back, nor paying to the attention of the screams of his men as they fell to the ground. Mortars whistled overhead, tracers whizzed before his eyes and the heart-faltering sound of explosions were all about him.

Neo-Soviets from behind their forested cover, looked in wonder, as the disorganised mass of three hundred milita poured from the valley to their left. Immediately they had opened fire, unleashing death with machineguns and assault rifles, accompanied by a choir of mortars and fieldguns. The militia fell ten men at a time, face first into the cold, loving embrace of the snow. However, suddenly, the Allies opened up their full arrayment of firepowerful and the treeline became riddled with explosions and tracers. Dozens of the Neo-Soviets were killed in the first few seconds, whilst the rest took cover.

Alexei, noticing the great decline in fire, took the time to look behind him. Anouska was only a few meters from him, firing blindly towards the woods with a few bullets. Behind her, he noticed several of his men laying in the snow - their blood quickly soaking into it. However, a significant portion of his militia were still with him, panicking, firing - running.

'Make for the slopes!' bellowed Alexei, before continuing his sprint.

He began to travel diagonally across the slopes, leaving the carnage at the entrance of the valley far behind him. The gunfire was so intense the snow beneath his feet was trembling, and the heat of passing bullets seemed to be warming his frozen face. His militia had calmed down now, taking less time to crouch and fire off a few rounds, and spending more time running as fast as they possibly could.

Alexei and Anouska reached a small group of rocks on the hillside, and sought tempoary regufe in them to catch their breath. Bullets splashed all around them, but for now they were safe.

'We're being killed!' screamed Anouska, covering her ears to block out the sound of richocheting bullets.

'We're half way there, is what we are, once we reach the heights, we'll be out of their view!' he replied, calmly, but panting deeply.

He took a firm grip of her wrist, and led her out of the rocks. The hill was sloping more violently, and the pair found themselves losing their footing as a result of the akward climb, yet still they made progress. The Neo-Soviets had now focused large parts of their fire towards the Allied defences, but the odd machinegunner here and there shot hundreds of rounds at the militia. Many fell, wounded or dead, left behind by their fleeing comrades.
 



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"Focus fire on that treeline! Don't give the commies time to fire too long dammit!" Williams barked over the ever-growing gunfire. I raised my rifle over my sandbag and looked down the sites. I eyed a commie who had exited the cover of the forest because of an artillery blast and nailed him square in the chest. Another exited his cover on the left and the Russian private on my right took care of him with a pinpoint shot to the head.

"That is 2!" He spoke in English.

Despite our success at keeping the commies in the forest, I still felt that this whole strategy wasn't working, the Militia were getting torn up down there and we were barely doing shit to help the poor people who were at the base of the mountain now.

However, relief was well on it's way. Over the tree tops behind me came a squadron of 5 Apache's with an Anti-Missile Prototype Black Hawk leading them in a triangular formation. I had heard of this type of Black Hawk before but in boot camp. This was the only one we had in our whole company because these things had only been recently pushed into production. The turret fired a laser which could disable incoming missiles.

"Hell yeah, go and get those mother fuckers!" I yelled as they zoomed overhead and began descending down the mountain side. A lone missile was fired out of the forest at one of the Apaches only to be brought down by a short laser burst from the Black Hawk. The Apaches then began flying around in a circular pattern, spraying lead like a garden hose into the forest while simutaniously peppering it's missiles.

Meanwhile, Tonya had taken position next to me with an old fashioned Sniper rifle along with another Russian soldier with binoculars (her spotter). She fired a round, and the Russian spotter gave her the thumbs up. Now there was Me, a Russian Soldier, and Tonya on the same sand bag.

"That is 3, who's for more!?" The Russian Soldier roared after scoring another head shot. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so pissed off before. "Die, traitors of the Mother Land!"

With a war cry of my own I looked down my sites and found a trio of communists preparing to fire RPGs from atop a large rock. As far as I knew the Black Hawks could only take so much out on their own.... I fired once, and missed. I could barely see my bullet spark off the rock. I fired again and again with no success, I guess it was time to get some help.

"Tonya!" I yelled while grabbing her shoulder. I then pointed downwards at the formation. Her and the Russian Soldier next to me took aim and the three of us began to fire away. One fell, and the other two fired their rocket launchers at a nearby Apache. I saw the Black Hawk's turret move to shoot them down and it managed to do so. Unfortunately that seemed to be a diversion, and soon afterwards I saw the Black Hawk being hit on the opposite side of where it's turret was pointing. It spun around like a flaming top and crashed into the forest in a fiery mess.

"Oh shit..." I muttered.

The Apache's began to fly back over the mountain and to safety. I could only hope they had bought the militia enough time.
 

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The flaming fireball hummed as it sored over the heads of Alexei and his brave men, causing them to jump to the floor to avoid being hit by debris.The Blackhawk swerved violently, to the left, and then to the right, spouting flames as it did so, and then, as if in a final fury, enraged by its defeat, it plummited into the tree line, visibly smashing into a partially obscured concrete bunker.

"God damnit!" shouted Alexei. "Such brave men! But fools to have flown into an aerial assault on a forest.'

'There is nothing we can do.' sniffed Anouska, tugging at her heartbroken commander's arm.

Alexei looked down upon the forest briefly, eyeing the rising smoke from the crash site, and then peered up at the Allied defences. A surge of suicidal warrior idealism passed through his mind, and then he knew what he had to do. He stopped a group of passing militia, twenty of them in total, good men, those who were not so easily panicked by battle.

'Yes sir?' they yelled in unison, ducking low in the snow to avoid stray bullets whizzing overhead.

'I'm going down to the crash site.' snapped Alexei, and then he pointed to the plooms of smoke. 'I want you to come with me.'

They looked at each other with bemused faces. One of them stood forwards.'Sir, with all due respect, we can make it to the defenses now, nothing will be able to stop us. Why then, do we need to make ANOTHER suicidal charge for pretty much no reason?' Alexei punched the man in the face who said it - two others restrained him.

'Those men risked their lives to bring us to safety, i refuse to have them left behind. I don't care how fruitless the cause is. I'm going down there, are you with me or not?'

Three of the men shook their heads, and sped off without saying another word. The remaining seventeen however, fell in line behind their wayward commander - Anouska soon joined them.

The group left the mass of fleeing militia, and turned directly south, sprinting towards the treeline. The smoke of the crash site rose directly opposite them - it was no more than a 500 meter sprint. Alexei zigzagged, narrowly avoiding incoming fire from the few Neo-Soviets that had noticed his madness. The man to his left was hit in the chest, and fell wheezing - Alexei said a silent prayer. As they cleared halfway to the treeline, they drew more and more fire, Alexei could even see the shadowy figures of riflemen kneeling on one knee, firing single shots at the time.

'Clumsy, ill-trained. Brawlers.' he muttered 'The battle is a fair one.'

Two more of his men fell to the rifle and the machinegun, but the treeline came within a hundred meters. He through himself onto his stomach and for the first time in the battle, aimed his rifle. There were three Neo-Soviets, kneeling ahead of him - the helicopter crash behind had deprived them of any cover. He fired once, twice, three times. The Neo-Soviets slumped forwards onto the forest floor, and did not get up again.

'Militia! Kill these scum!' bellowed Alexei, arising from his prone position. He fired a few more shots to keep the Neo-Soviets' heads down, and then charged, with the remainder of his soldiers at his back.

Within seconds he came down upon the forest line and was greeted by the site of a smouldering trench at his feet. It was filled with blackened bodies and shattered rifles. Stepping over it, he entered the forest and saw the three Neo-Soviets he had shot just a minute or so previous. There was plentiful gunfire to his left and right, but he felt confident that the Neo-Soviets were still focusing everything they had on the Allied fortifications.

Pacing forwards, through some charred undergrowth, he caught a glimse of the crash site - a few meters ahead past a thicket of trees. He moved onwards, followed by his cautious troops who pointed their rifles nervously in every direction. As he reached the trees, he stepped between them and found himself standing amidst a glade. The ground was covered in snow, and at the center, was the smoking wreckage of the Blackhawk. It was in bad shape, terribly shrivelled and riddled with holes.

'You three.' he said to three of his men. 'Check the wreckage for life.' They acknowledged his commands and sprinted over to the wreckage.

'Anouska, take the rest and set up a paramiter. Makesure none of those dogs are going to stumble on this crash site without being shot first.'

She nodded, and walked off to bark orders to the others.

Within minutes, Alexei and his suicidal militia had established a paramiter all around the edges of the glade. He was aware that he couldnt expect to withstand much in terms of assault, but he hoped that any defensive efforts he could muster would atleast buy him time. Meanwhile, the three men he sent to search the wreckage, hauled out two badly burnt corpses. Alexei shook his head and cursed the ground on which he stood, but then suddenly, the three men pulled out a live survivor - the Blackhawk's gun operator, who had sustained a few broken ribs.

Meanwhile, two hundred militia, the survivors of their original three hundered, had reached the slopes. Quickly passing out of the sight of their enemies, they raced towards the trenches and sandbags of the Allied position - some discarding their rifles and coats to quicken their pace. Although machinegun and rifle could no longer reach them, mortars still thundered down upon their heads, blowing up five here, three there.
 



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"Get these men some god damned food and water on the double!" Williams barked. Soon Lieutenant Kinsey joined us on the front lines by means of a Bradley. 5 Others tailed behind his and screeched to a stop. The rag tag Militia got the idea and began to board them. Some collapsed of exhaustion before they even reached them.

Tonya looked about the survivors who were climbing over the sandbags and asked in Russian. "Where is your commanding officer?"

One of the Militia just shrugged, but another spoke in English. "They have gone to secure your downed Black Hawk..."

The Black Hawk? A Brave but a foolish idea. Nobody could have survived that crash... they might have gotten a better view of it though, so perhaps maybe...

"Sir, I request permission to go down there and rescue those men." Williams spoke to Kinsey.

"Are you out of your mind?" He scoffed. "How the Hell do you propose to get down there and back?"

"We'll ladder down the mountain and then ladder back up, it shouldn't be too hard if we have cover."

"They're leader could hold vital intel" Tonya added. "I would like permission to help my brave comrades." She spoke the same line in Russian igniting various cheers among her squad. Though I had just meant her, I couldn't help but to admire her.

"You sound like a bunch of kids who are about to go to Disney Land..." Kinsey said coldly. "I need your asses on the mountains, every fucking squad counts, and if we lose you we could lose the whole god damned place."

And almost as if on cue, two more Bradleys pulled up right behind me, and out came the squadron we had relieved earlier.

"Sargent John White here to relieve 5th Infantry Squadron as ordered, Sir!" He announced.

Kinsey rubbed his face in frustration... "Alright, you can carry out this mission, but for god sakes be careful, I don't want to lose you boys."
 
 

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Alexei was preparing to lead his men, and the single survivor of the downed Black Hawk, out of the forest, and back towards the Allied fortifications, when the distinctive bark of an AK-74 signalled the end of any hope held for a withdrawal.

'Hostiles, left flank!' called Anouska. The sounds of gunfire quickly followed her warning.

'Hostiles, right flank!' shouted one of his men, shouldering their AK and shooting off a trio of bullets.

'Hostiles, behind!'

'Hostiles ahead!'

Bullets flew across the glade, coming in from all directions. Alexei narrowly avoided being hit, as a prjoectile slammed into the wreckage next to him. He ducked, and realised the extent of his foolishness. He was surrounded, fifteen men against an entire battalion. Not taking anymore time to think, he crouched and crawled across the glade to the west. As he reached it, he was greeted by two of his men, laying down behind a fallen log, firing sporadic bursts.

'How many?' he hissed.

'Too many.' one of the men replied, A spray of bullets churned the log into wood chippings.

Anouska came running over from the east, holding her bloodied wrist. 'I count dozens to the east. The way is closed. We cannot get out!'

Alexei sighed. 'Maybe not, but if we make them fear this glade, they may withdraw, giving us a window to escape.'

'We cannot prevail through force of arms.' she snapped back. Alexei noticed her wounded wrist, and the fact she was shaking wildly. He put his hand on her shoulder. 'See to to that wound.'

Suddenly, harsh battle crie errupted from the east - behind the trees. Alexei's besieged sentries risked peeking over their cover to see what was about to befall them. One was shot in the head as he did so, falling back behind his cover - but he was of a heroic, lucky breed, the shot was not fatal. He rose quicker than he fell, blood streaming through his eyes from his wound. He saw rows upon rows of Neo-Soviets, dressed in winter coats, holding an assortment of assault rifles and RPGs, charging towards the crashsite shoulder-to-shoulder.

'Ya bastards wont take us alive!' roared the injured defender. The charging Neo-Soviets almost halted at the powerful sound of his challenge. He fired, full auto - streaming bullets from left to right. He killed several, but more took their place. They came nearer and nearer, jumping over logs, filing inbetween trees, firing as they ran. Smoke bellowed from RPGs, but most whizzed harmlessly overhead, and exploded outside of the forest.

Alexei surged towards the wreckage at the center of the glade, only in time to see his defenders on the eastern side overwhelmed by a thick storm of Neo-Soviets. He ducked low, fired off the remaining bullets in his AK - easily taking the lives of four of his foes. Then, dropping his rifle to the ground, he pulled two frag grenades, stood, and threw them as hard as he could towards the mass of Neo-Soviets. The descruction was a form of savagry - limbs scattered in all directions, vital organs rolled across the floor and a cloud of red mist breezed over Alexei's face.

As the smoke and the carnage cleared, Alexei saw his enemies withdraw, sprinting, some wounded, towards the safey of the forest propper. He cackled at their misfortune, and mocked the score of Russian bodies that lay mangled in the snow.
 

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