OOC: Battle Unseen (The Unknown Wars)

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OOC: this is a first person based RP. All are welcome to post but it must be done through a first person basis. You are free to create your own characters as needed, but they should be RP'd cautiously and in a realistic way.


MISSION ZERO THREE. VECTOR THREE-SIX-ZERO. FLIGHT LEVEL TWO-THREE-ZERO. CALL A PRE-BRIEF. SCRAMBLE, SCRAMBLE, SCRAMBLE.
"ZERO-THREE SCRAMBLING"

 The four plane formation taxied in a perfect but hastily order to the end of runway zero-one. 
On command of the flight leader—himself a mere thirty in all four pilots pushed their throttles to the stops, tripped their brakes, and dashed
forward into the cool,
calm morning air.  In seconds all were airborne and climbing
to five thousand feet, careful to avoid the civilian air traffic of Jamestown International Airport,
which in the mad scheme of life in the Middle East was still
fully active. The Captain gave his usual series of terse commands, just like a training flight:

tuck it in, check engine, ordnance, electrical systems. Heads up for MiGs, Kalistani F-16s and friendlies. The hour it took to fly to the Ananto Strait on after burners
passed rapidly with Kade and Harris' Tornado outrunning the Unionfighters before being scolded by the flight commander to return to formation. 
"Flight: turn right to heading zero-four-three. Targets are docked vessels four
kilometers east of the line. Heads up. Watch for SAMs and ground fire."

"Lead, four: I have one vessel at one," Harris reported coolly. "Looks like a minesweeper." "Good eye, Four." the Captain replied. "Leave it, that's not our target." 
"I have a beeper, I have launch warning!" someone called. Eyes scanned the air for danger.
"Shit!" called an excited voice. "Aircraft low at twelve coming up!"

"I see them. Flight, left and right, break NOW!" the Captain commanded. The three Unionfighters and the Tornado scattered by elements. There was a MiGs and an F-16 coming up
at them at Mach-3. "We're going high to run them." Kade said calmly over the intercom before pushing on the throttle to after burners and pitching the Tornado's nose upwards. 
"I have eyes on one, he's going for Four!" another voiced screamed. "Looking....I have visual." The air-to-air armed Unionfighters were far more manoeuvrable than their
MiG counterparts and F-16 counterparts. Unionfighter-One had found himself behind the MiG following Kade and Harris' Tornado. "Get the cunt off me!" Kade shouted on the net.
"Missile armed...Locked up...In-range...Firing." The captain said calmly as he watched the missile leave the pod. With the missile's launch the MiG began to make
evasive manoeuvres, throwing the aircraft violently from left to right and throwing chaff to confuse it. "Switching to guns." the captain continued as he saw the missile miss. 
The 27mm  revolver cannon shot off about 30 rounds from what Harris could make out before the captain responded. "Aircraft burning...Crew Ejection...aircraft down." 
Kade, who had been hyper ventilating from the entire ordeal calm as the missile lock warning siren which had been ringing off as the MiG tailed them came off. 
"Where is that F-16." the captain inquired. "No eyes, No eyes," a voice responded. It had been assumed that in the confusion, the F-16 broke off and escaped whilst its 
wing man in the MiG continued against the formation. 

"I have a lock warning." A voice shouted, one of the Unionfighters. Kade made a sharp turn, imposing about three G's on both himself and Harris. Their breathing sharped and their 
muscle tightened as they counteracted the imposing pressure from the high-G turn. "I have visual." Harris said. "F-16 at twelve, diving." The f-16 was diving at a straight angle above 
Unionfighter 2. "Switching to AAM...Missile armed...Locked up...In-range...Firing." Harris said as the missile left the pod. At Mach-3 the missile few into the F16's side, splitting it 
in half. "F-16 dead." Harris reported. "Re-establish formation." The captain ordered. The Three Unionfighters form a triangle formation with Kade and Harris' tornado at the centre. 
About fifteen minutes after the engagement they make within range of the target area. "I have visual on target, switching to Laser Guided." Harris said, switching fire controls to the 
Thermal Imaging Airborne Laser Designator (TIALD) suite. Below them they could make out the faint outline of an enemy destroyer docked in a port. The light population from
the town below offered little assistance to the evening raid. "I see Civilians out of damage radius. You are clear." The captain replied having scanned the target area with his own
thermal imaging sights. "Nothing on the RSWR." "Roger that." Harris responded. "Four, bombs away, Chaff please." Harris said as one guided bombs dropped from the Bombay. 

"Count the time, 20 seconds." Harris said as he continued to watch the destroyer through the TIALD. "Gaining altitude." They were coming too close to the range of enemy SAM and 
MANPADs. "And in 5,4,3,2..Splash one." Harris reported as a massive explosion formed as the bomb hit the destroyer at aft. "Switching target...Locked..." Harris announced. "Bomb away, Chaff."
Another bomb dropped from the Bombay. "In 5,4,3,2...Splash two." Recognising that the run was complete, the Unionfighters banked to the left with Kade and Harris in tow. 
Suddenly Kade and Harris immersion was ruined by the sound of a horn and a message coming in front of their eyes. 

MISSION COMPLETE. END OF SIMULATION.  

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10:01 AM, TAAJ BIN TAAHIR REGIONAL AIRPORT, NOUMONDE

As the jetliner made its final crawl towards the pre-positioned docking stairs, David from his over-wing seat position could see jeeps with
the insignia of the Noumonde Gendarme drive towards the stairs from a hanger a few metres away. Armed soldiers dismounted and
spread out. As the aircraft door swung open, the first man out came down the stairs with one hand hidden in the left-side of his topcoat. 
He was soon joined by another guard. Each man was a special agent of the protective service, and the job of each was the physical safety
of their master, the Ambassador of New Alduria to Noumonde. They stood within the wring of Noumonde's finest, each of whom was a
member of a special counter-terrorism group. 

David came out of the plane next, follow by Chase Whitworth, Defence Intelligence adviser and Military Attache to the Ambassador. The two men were around the
same age, mid-thirties and walked  with an almost youthful glee. Neither of them had ever been to Noumonde, let alone be welcomed by an armed escort. 
Three more special agents steps down just as the Ambassador's limousine pulled up. He made he formal gestures, handshakes, kisses etc and
was briskly placed into the limousine by one of his guards. Waiting for the Ambassador in the back of the limousine was Hugo Hall, the 
New Aldurian Security Intelligence Service Noumonde station chief. "How was the flight Mr. Newman?" Hugo asked. "Short, which is why
I preferred to come via car, but whatever." The Ambassador allowed.  He leaned back on the velvet seat of the stretch limo, which was filled to capacity. 
"I see your back David. Tell medid "Mother" have a hand in this or did you take it upon yourself to come back?" Hugo analysed. "When "Mother" calls 
her children must answer." David returned sarcastically. Eliza Richard sor "Mother" as she is known, is the Director of the New Aldurian
Security Intelligence Service. A meek, yet calculated woman, her short and aged stature had misguided many within the intelligence community
who thought that she would be a doormat. David counted the number of guns in the limousine. In the front was the NASIS driver and one of the
ambassador's guards. that mate a total of four guns in the car, and he was certain that Whitworth in the SUV behind them would be carrying
his service automatic. 

"Will we be under similar circumstances everyday like this? Armed guards, armoured escorts?" the Ambassador questioned. "It is 
for your safety sir, your predecessors were instrumental in these arrangements recognising that they paid the price." Hugo noted. 
New Alduria has lost several Ambassadors to the nation in the past from a serious of what Noumonde's government calls "unfortunate 
events". To the NASIS an ambassador being shot in the head point blank wasn't an "unfortunate event" especially amidst the fact
that the case was brushed aside by the government and high-ranking security officials, only for the New Aldurian Government to 
receive "heart felt condolences" and "a stronger commitment to cooperate". "Life comes hard here," Hugo pointed out. 
"If you have any suggestions to improving it, I'm sure the President would love to hear them, that is assuming that he isn't in cunt mode." 
"Cunt mode?" the ambassador replied confused. "Believe me when you see him you'll say yourself That's a cunt." the car broke out in laughter.

Until recent, the Gendarme had begun finding large weapons caches, which from their size, seen to have been there for years upon end. 
From assault rifles to rocket launchers, these caches had become an extremely concerning factor for the counter-terrorism unit who 
until now had been losing their reputation for smart intelligence gathering after some of their operations came shy of any good results, 
with the only result being ambushed officers.  The car proceeded south, down Koula 19 in the district known as Jasir ,slowing now because of the traffic.
The slow traffic made everyone nervous, with the soldiers in the escort jeeps craning their heads out of the vehicles to scan the roof tops. 
As the escort came to a halt at a red light, the worse nightmare for any close protection officer, David's heart began to race, he had suddenly 
gathered the feeling that something was about to occur. He could see that the embassy was within view and tried to use that as a means of 
calming himself, selling the idea that we are almost there. He exited the car, signalling for the other guards to stay. From third-floor windows on both
sides of the street, four separate RPG projectiles streaked straight down. Two hit the car and two hit the roof, sending David flying in the other
direction. Automatic fire rained down from the buildings as the soldiers dismounted from the jeeps and rushed into the buildings. 

David, upon regaining his balance from the blast, rushed to the limousine. The driver was still alive, thrown from the car and bleeding to death.
He moved to the back of the smashed limousine, a move which he knew was futile. Both Hugo and the Ambassador had died instantly. 
The SUV behind the limousine had been speared after one of the assailants who was lining up on their vehicle with a launcher had been off-balanced
by a just of wind which caused the rocket to miss the vehicle completely. Two men came out of one of the building, one carrying what looked like
one of the salients assault rifles from the among the block on the stock and magazine. David recognised him to be Chase. He figured that he 
must have ran into one of the buildings with the guards from the SUV behind the limousine. There was blood on his khaki shirt and olive pants, and a 
look of pure anger in his eyes. He nodded at David, who nodded back in confusion before running back into the building to a storm of gunfire. 
About 2 minutes later he came back out followed by of the two bodyguards, pulling a man who had been shot in the groin, presumably one of
the attackers. "Chase..." David said. "Three more dead upstairs, all ours. Get away cars in the alley." Chase looked at the blood on his
upper arm with annoyance. Chase had been sent here to liaise with the Ambassador to the always present the perspective of the Defence Intelligence
Service in all matters pertaining to military action in the nation. He was not sent here to be ambushed, but as he figured, his Army training had
prepared him for such an event, as he rogered up the stunned bodyguards and lead them against the attackers and caught a prisoner in the process. 
Continuing to ignore the wound, Chase turned to the prisoner. "We'll talk," Chase promised before collapsing.