Scandigrad
TNPer
"Mr. Prime Minister, with all due respect, I think it's time we acted." one of the generals said to Greg Mitchell, in his situation room. It was dark, and stuffy. Mitchell had been worried that this situation would not deteriorate to this point, however that hope was rapidly deteriorating...
He pondered his thoughts for a minute, looked at the map, and let out a deep sigh. "Very well. Send 'em."
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Captain Jesse Bernette
112th Armored Division
Northern Kilo, Scandigrad
Friday, 17 August, 2012. 0502 hours.
Captain Jesse Bernette waited in the commander's seat of his M1A2. The morning cold was still nipping at his breath. Even in the summertime, in Scandigrad, it rarely exceeded 75 degrees in the afternoon heat. Behind him, lay his company tank column. The vehicles were turned off, and rather silent. Even the radio chatter was light. He could smell the cool air, the last sense of calm he would get for a while, he thought. He could hear even the morning birds beginning to awake, and the first signs of twilight just beginning to peak over the horizon.
Even the wind seemed to be at peace. Not a breeze was felt, and not a cloud in the sky. Under different circumstances, Bernette would've taken in the beauty of it all. But today, that would not be the case.
And the radio began to crackle to life. "Att[static] All Lancer units, Gustavo. Repeat. Gus[static]. Northern lights is in effect."
"That's our que boys!" Bernette yelled. His vehicle roared to life, as did the rest of his company. "Lancer 6, this is Charlie 1 Actual, we're moving to objective Sierra six at grid, Uniform Tango Six Four Two Eight One Five, confirm."
The Battalion commander's (A full bird colonel) voice sounded into his ear. His raspy voice came from experience, and he'd most certainly been up all night in anticipation... he seemed already stressed, and only on his third cup of coffee. "Lancer 6 confirms Charlie 1 Actual. Godspeed."
"Thank you sir. Charlie1 Actual out." The tanks emerged from the brush along the side of the highway. They pulled on, forming in a chevron formation, approaching the boarder checkpoint of what Scandigrad referred to as Southern Kilo. The "official" map called it Dagondust.
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Similar situations occurred throughout Northern Kilo and Scandigrad. F-16s and Eurofighter Typhoons took to the skies, and headed for their targets. Meanwhile, in the Scandigrad Sea, above and below the depths, Scandigradian naval warships hunted for their foes, looking to stop the enemy's economy and war machine.
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Meanwhile, in the Scandigradian sea, cruise missile after cruise missile continued to breach the surface. Their destination was to the west, and disappeared into the distance, with the orange glow of the tomahawk's engines still showing as they disappeared towards the horizon.
War was upon the North Pacific.
He pondered his thoughts for a minute, looked at the map, and let out a deep sigh. "Very well. Send 'em."
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Captain Jesse Bernette
112th Armored Division
Northern Kilo, Scandigrad
Friday, 17 August, 2012. 0502 hours.
Captain Jesse Bernette waited in the commander's seat of his M1A2. The morning cold was still nipping at his breath. Even in the summertime, in Scandigrad, it rarely exceeded 75 degrees in the afternoon heat. Behind him, lay his company tank column. The vehicles were turned off, and rather silent. Even the radio chatter was light. He could smell the cool air, the last sense of calm he would get for a while, he thought. He could hear even the morning birds beginning to awake, and the first signs of twilight just beginning to peak over the horizon.
Even the wind seemed to be at peace. Not a breeze was felt, and not a cloud in the sky. Under different circumstances, Bernette would've taken in the beauty of it all. But today, that would not be the case.
And the radio began to crackle to life. "Att[static] All Lancer units, Gustavo. Repeat. Gus[static]. Northern lights is in effect."
"That's our que boys!" Bernette yelled. His vehicle roared to life, as did the rest of his company. "Lancer 6, this is Charlie 1 Actual, we're moving to objective Sierra six at grid, Uniform Tango Six Four Two Eight One Five, confirm."
The Battalion commander's (A full bird colonel) voice sounded into his ear. His raspy voice came from experience, and he'd most certainly been up all night in anticipation... he seemed already stressed, and only on his third cup of coffee. "Lancer 6 confirms Charlie 1 Actual. Godspeed."
"Thank you sir. Charlie1 Actual out." The tanks emerged from the brush along the side of the highway. They pulled on, forming in a chevron formation, approaching the boarder checkpoint of what Scandigrad referred to as Southern Kilo. The "official" map called it Dagondust.
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Similar situations occurred throughout Northern Kilo and Scandigrad. F-16s and Eurofighter Typhoons took to the skies, and headed for their targets. Meanwhile, in the Scandigrad Sea, above and below the depths, Scandigradian naval warships hunted for their foes, looking to stop the enemy's economy and war machine.
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Meanwhile, in the Scandigradian sea, cruise missile after cruise missile continued to breach the surface. Their destination was to the west, and disappeared into the distance, with the orange glow of the tomahawk's engines still showing as they disappeared towards the horizon.
War was upon the North Pacific.
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