Welcome to Gaia! ::

RP Starts on Aug 4th

Conditions: Unknown aggressor has attacked one of our armory Outpost at a city near our borders. The city is classified as Small. We have lost communication with our Garrison troops stationed at Post 05. Casualty level is in the lows but reports says its mostly civilians.

Opponents: Enemy Level 5 Rivalry class. Dark Green Utility Uniforms. Mainly Ballistic and guided weapons. Wheeled vehicle support.

Weather: Dark Cloudy, medium light, 8mph westward wind, 56F degree, dry.

Arsenals: Open.

Winning condition: Unknown, Two week span RP.

Comments: Purpose of this RP is to do some equipment, weapon and combat level tests. Participation, RP style/skill, and your own story-line input will be monitored and scored toward your Promotion Chance.

The GMAW Defence fleet arrives at the city and lands behind a forest not far away from the city. Using the forest as a dividing line between the City and their Landing Zone.

All Dropshops deploys their cargo and the GMAW forces falls into formations.

The Mothership deploys and anchors itself to the ground creating a base of operation and Minor Outpost.

The Commanding officer of the Defence force kept her eyes on the clock and kept a hand toward the radio officer. When the time strikes 2200 sharp, the operation begins.

"Status update!" Seraphim commanded to one of her female officers. "Rather than a surround and risk sabotage, close in and snipe them down first with the single sniper forces; Alpha 1." Her sapphire eyes focused in on the surrounding maps.

"Yes, ma'am!" the young commander responded, turning to the touch-sensitive screen and zooming in on the surroundings.
"Enemy expanding, ma'am." The screen presented a clear visual of the enemy forces with a good hold of hostage on Post 05.

Seraphim watched as the enemy forces took their positions around the buildings as snipers, others making their way to other parts of the city, but clearly surrounding it in a web of a planned sabotage.

"Radio contact to platoon leader!"

"Aye, ma'am!" the radio officer responded, getting in contact with Alpha 1's platoon leader.

(ooc: I'll be brief with how RPing here will be different from what you've RPed in the other threads. Your existence in this RP will be turn-based. Meaning you better pick a place to be and that will be the place you will be until you RP yourself out of that place. There will not be any Plot-holes to where you'll be at one place and then appear at another place.

And i will say it again, since this is Turn-based, RPing will be much slower then normal. It would be best that you include as much information as you can in a single post because chances if that you wont be allowed to post until its your turn again, which would be after someone else has posted. Unless you are acting on your own and does not involve anyone else.

Since the enemy will be under my control, any action against the enemy performed by you, will have to wait till i respond.

Secondly, unless you are in charge of other soldiers, you wont have the man power to control more then one trucks or vans. But you are allowed to choose a vehicle from the list that has already been compiled. As the RP condition has stated, this is an city near the border. And borders are considered to be farthest away to reach. Since i didnt specificly state what kind of force we had, you get to decide which kind of vehicle you will be using.

Also, here this RP, you will also learn better yourself. Since this is a Controlled RP, there will be some rules that differs from other General RPs.)

(OOC: I'm going to assume that there would be tanks here, used in a support or assault role for infantry and other vehicle forces?)

-=HQ sector, GMAW Tank Company=-
-=4 platoons of 4 tanks, plus 2 HQ Command tanks, 18 tanks=-
-=M1A2 Abrams tanks=-

Chii stared at her command maps and mulled over the situation. Making mental notes and calculations, she picked up her field phone and began to address her officers.

"Alright, listen up! Until ordered, we're on support. I want you to lock and load, and be on vigilance. Considering the make up of the enemy force, it may seem that we're overkill, but that's what we're here for, in case the s**t hits the fan. This is going to be an urban fight, so I want to make sure your tanks and crews are careful out there. Make sure you know where the infantry are, where your air support is, and most importantly, where each other is. I don't want panicy gunners shooting up each other. You know what you're doing. Make me proud. That is all."

A near simeltaneous "Yes ma'am!" echoed from her officers, who filed out of her command tent and to the tanks lined up. Content, she folded her map and filed it in her briefcase, and walked out of her tent. She looked around, and walked to an Abrams tank, with the phrase "Home Wrecker" painted on her barrel. Three crewmen who were around the tank, jumped off and saluted.

"Allright, Mendez, Johnson, McAlister, I'm sure you guys know the drill. This is the moment we've all been waiting for, and I'm sure this baby is looking for some action." Chii patted the glacis plate of the tank. "As of right now, we're on standby. We probably won't be needed, but lock and load in case we're going in."

"Yes ma'am." The crew chimed.

"Alright men, Good luck out there, and good hunting."

Are you sure there main target is the city? dart said over the walkie takie looking toward the sky.

I grab a kevlar vest and put it on me, grabbing an M16A2 locking and loading it. I run out of the tent to the airfield, jumping into an Attack helicopter. Radios in to mothership. "Private Semperfioor here, requesting permission to take off."

"ROCKETS!!!" Chii screamed as loud as she could, as the first rockets landed near her tanks. They were fully loaded, and she feared for the worst. She dropped into cover behind a huge rock, just as a large explosion close to her threw off her hearing. One of her tanks was hit, and it exploaded in a fireball, the ammo simeltaneously cooking off. The explosion fliped over the two other tanks sitting side to side of it, and the wreckage was strewn all over the staging area. The 120mm gun barrel was sent pinwheeling into the air, landing deep into the forest in front of the vehicles.

One of her crew had miraculously started up their tank, but as it moved forward 20 feet a rocket exploding near it threw its left track, a length of it boring a hole through the chest of an unlucky tanker. Chii felt a whoosh of wind over her head as a track length cut part of the rock above her, and knocking off her garrison cap. She bundled up tighter behind the rock, making herself as small as possible and hoping a rocket doesn't land in her vicinity.