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    ACST Ground Campaign

    Post by Ronin201 on Fri Jun 26, 2015 11:10 pm

    March 25, 2025
    South Tara, 15 miles north of Route 37
    1822 Hours


    The petite blonde giggled and looked away.

    "You're funny, Cooper." She said, her visible eye darting back towards him.

    Cooper was enjoying himself; he liked teasing women like her. The best part was she had a serious thing for army types. Cassidy was her name, wavy blonde hair, thin but feminine in appearance. After Sophia's unending bitchiness, she might as well have mounted him in that bar. They hadn't gotten to see one another much, but he got a number and a kiss goodbye...


    "Leftenant, wake up."

    Dammit, go away. He wanted to image that dress she wore a little longer.

    "Sir, it's important."

    It'd better be...

    2Lt. Cooper "Coop" Dawmire, commander of Alpha Company's 3rd Platoon, lifted from his cot in the small campsite the crew of his tank had made as his driver, Corporal Harry Ekins, stood next to him.

    "Captain's on the radio, Leftenant." the Erusean-Osean man said.

    The officer nodded and struggled out from under the blanket before getting on the ground. He grabbed his combat vest, combat helmet and MP12A1 Crewman Defense Weapon (CDW) and hurried towards the M1A3 just beyond the bushes and down the slope. The man clambored up the back and inside, switching to his CVC helmet. He keyed to the proper channel.

    "Ace 3-1 Actual, Go ahead Ace 3." He said into the mike.

    "Ace 3-1 Actual, this is Ace 3 Actual, platoon leader's meeting tomorrow morning an 0830. Anything to report?" Captain Nadia Altair radioed for her command post behind the Abrams company's position. Cooper sat up in his cupola and looked towards the direction of Route 37 and the large town of Danev.

    "Negative Actual, nothing at all." He radioed.

    "Understood, stay in contact. Ace 3 out." the captain replied.

    the auburn-haired lieutenant acknowledged and immediately left the track to get back to bed so he could enjoy the last hour of his time off watch. Since the 25th Cavalry Division of the Osean Army had been sent here to help the Yuktobanian military deter the Verusean threat to the south, he'd been getting little sleep. Not even the rapid transit aboard the cargo ship had helped; he'd spent his time at briefings and making sure all his men had what they needed. Then came the long road march to their current defensive positions from Zabograd. He was trying to make up so he could be at his best. Even if they were far back from the border, they could be at the front pretty quick. Furthermore if they spotted any Veruseans without prior warning, someone had goof'd bigtime.


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    Re: ACST Ground Campaign

    Post by shomu1 on Sun Aug 30, 2015 7:17 pm

    “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!  Whose goddamned dick do I have to suck to get a screw that fucking fits around here?” Corporal Arnold Jones, gunner of the second tank in First Platoon, Alpha Company, 4th Tank Battalion, aka Goliath 1-2, slammed his fist into the side of the mine plow mounted to the front of his tank before flopping back onto the deck in frustration.  As he fumed, a tan-skinned figure dangled a bag of screws in his face.


    “Now now, Casey.  You gotta buy me dinner first.”  Cpl. Martin Shinoda, gunner of Goliath 1-3, chuckled.  


    Grabbing the screws greedily and effortlessly torquing them into place to secure the chains to the plow, Arnold asked in awe, “Where the hell did you even get these?”


    “Oh these, I had to suck an officer’s cock to get these.”


    Corporal Sam Bennington, Goliath 1-1’s loader, spoke up, “Aww, now that’s some exploitive shit, man.  You’ve been exploited by your betters.”


    The Marines in the immediate vicinity scoffed and rolled their eyes, with Josh Sullivan, Goliath 1-2’s driver, who was working on the engine, chuckling, “Sam, you’re a socialist, you know that?”


    Sam simply shrugged, “Hey, they had some good ideas.”


    Mike laughed, “Yeah, ideas that don’t work in reality.  Look at Yuktobania.”


    Sam’s retort was cut off by Arnold yelling, “Hey Michelangelo, can you try dropping the plow?”


    A muffled voice came from within the tank, “You got it, Casey!”


    With the whine of hydraulics, the mine plow attached to 1-2’s front hull, the reason for its nickname of “Master Shredder,” slowly lowered to the deck.  Arnold pumped his fist and said excitedly, “Fucking finally!”


    As the rest of the crews continued checking over their tanks before their impending docking in Yuktobania, GSgt. Angel Figueroa and Lt. Jonathan Morgan stood on the balcony of the well deck observing the activity below.  “So El-tee, you have any idea when we’re gonna get into this fight?”


    “General hasn’t said anything, Fig. We'll find out when we find out."


    "Roger that, sir."


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    Re: ACST Ground Campaign

    Post by Ronin201 on Sun Aug 30, 2015 11:09 pm

    March 26, 2025
    Alpha Company Command Post
    0800 Hours

    Captain Nadia Altair ran a hand through her butch cut of short dark hair. The Aslani-Osean looked at her platoon commanders in the tank company as they all stodd around the side of her own M1, which had a map hanging from it.

    "Okay, so it seems the power that be have made it possible for us to have some extra help. The Yukes' 32nd Guards is deploying south of us to hold a line much closer to the border. As a result, we'll be acting as a sort of net for them. If the Rusies come up towards us, we can expect to find the 32nd retreating. We'll cover them, hold any enemy advances, and then retreat." She explained, making various motions.

    "But what if we can hold them. Captain?" Second Lieutenant Stephen Gray asked. Altair shook her head.

    "Buster, if you can hold them, than you're fit to lead this company over me. We can expect anything that reaches us to be a numerically superior force. If you wanna hold, you can expect death or capture." She made clear. The man nodded quietly.

    "Will we be doing any coordinating with em, ma'am? I'd imagine if we're their safety net, we'll need to give them help in that regard." Cooper asked.

    "We'll be hammering out specific routes for them to filter through to get behind us. These places will be in areas where we'll be covering things heaviest. The division's forces will be rolling past our positions today, so don't be alarmed if you see T-90s rolling by."

    "What, no courtesy call?" Second Lieutenant Jeremy O'Connors chuckled.

    "We're due for one. Anyways, that's the meat of things. Nothing new, and keep me updated." She said. The men were dismissed, and Cooper was free to go back to doing his thing.

    In fact it was still very quiet for the 25th. About the most exciting jobs were those of the division's scouts, both the ground-based teams and RAH-66A+ Commanches screening in front of the line, keeping things up-to-date. Meanwhile Cooper's M1s remained in place, almost like statues. The lanky officer sat in his cupola, trying to go someplace else...

    March 26, 2025
    Near Pytor Dankov AB
    0828 Hours

    Lieutenant Iosif Petrov checked his watch as his platoon huddled in position against the side of the road. It was almost time...He just had to wait for the company commander's signal. The VDV trooper lowered his wrist and returned his hand to the forward grip of his AEK-971. True to the man's style, he had his bayonet fixed to it, and he had sent the order for the other riflemen to do the same.

    Superior officers would often say Iosif was the ideal candidate for the elite ranks of the Spetsnaz. He was a proud Yuktobanian, and a brutal fighter in most aspects. He had joined almost as the Veruseans began to rise, with the sole intent of killing any of them should they violate his homeland. However, Iosif's opinions did get him into trouble. He was clearly xenophobic, and in an era where Nikanor's ways dominated, that meant your opinions could hold you back.

    The blonde man heard the sound of mortars whistling overhead and looked downrange. It was time.

    "To victory, comrades! For Mother Yuktobania!" He cried.

    The man, his radio operator stumbling up after him, charged across the field, boots flattening the tall grass. the rest of the platoon charged under the cover of the light artillery. As per Iosif's plan, one squad would stop about three-quarters of the way and establish a fall-back position. Though in this exercise they would face no return fire, the lieutenant wanted the habit in place. The squad did as he'd briefed, while the rest of his men kept with him. Iosif raised his rifle, still keeping his pace, and fired at their target. Around him, other weapons opened up as well in the wake of HE and smoke rounds.

    "Into the trench!" He barked into his headset.

    His AEK chattered in bursts at his command as he hurried upon the "enemy" position. Had there been a filthy Verusean there, Iosif would've relished the chance to bayonet him in the throat. For Ekatrina's honor, none the less. Meanwhile that coward hick would be hig above in the clouds somewhere.

    The final phase of the short attack was to position themselves along the far side of the trench and hold. He glanced down as LMG teams set up and their fallback came forward to strengthen the position. He checked his watch again. The charge had taken about two minutes! Excellent! Iosif would make sure his men knew.

    They held until a captain, one of the exercise's controllers, emerged from the ground beside the trench. He approached Iosif, who stood when it was appropriate.

    "Excellent, comrade lieutenant. Your use of creating a reserve was noteworthy. I hope to see more performances like that." He commented.

    "Thank you, comrade captain!" Iosif replied crisply.

    "Tell your men they have about thirty minutes before the next drill. We'll load them onto truckd to take them to the area." The observer added. Iosif nodded and was dismissed.


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    Re: ACST Ground Campaign

    Post by shomu1 on Thu Oct 29, 2015 11:43 pm

    March 27, 2025
    1st Platoon Defensive Position
    Near Volna Beach, Yuktobania


    "Penny for your thoughts, El-Tee?"  GSgt. Figueroa's voice jerked Lt. Morgan out of his stupor.  The lanky Oured native stood up in the turret and turned to look at his gunnery sergeant.  

    "So this is Bastok.  Funny how after all these years we're back, but to help, isn't it, Fig?"

    Fig, who was a veteran of the 2010 campaign and could still remember the stormy day of the first landing on Yuktobania, shrugged and said, "I dunno if it's funny yet, sir, but it's sure as hell ironic."

    Jonathan sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right.  Sorry, just got a bit zoned out thinking about it."

    "No worries, sir.  Just wanted to check in is all."

    "Right.  The guys set up?"

    "Yessir.  Tracks are squared away and our resident musicians have been wailing away like banshees."

    Jonathan chuckled, "I thought I heard Casey's dulcet tones a few minutes ago."

    "Hehe, yes sir."

    "He's getting better."

    "I wouldn't say better, necessarily..."

    "well, closer to the original.  Or at least some semblance of tune."

    "I'll give you that.  That Sullivan kid can beatbox, though.  For a white boy, anyway."

    "Careful, Fig.  Your bias is showing."

    A brilliant white smile split the sergeant's caramel face.  "Sorry sir.  Old habits die hard, I suppose."

    "Anyway, make sure the band doesn't get too distracted.  We may not have much warning before we step out."

    Fig nodded.  "Right.  Already made sure of that."

    "Thanks, Fig.  Not gonna lie, I'm kind of glad to be off the ship, even if it is humid as fuck here.  You can only look at gray steel walls for so long, you know?"

    "I know the feeling, sir."

    Throughout the previous night the 2nd MEB had docked at a port near Volna Beach to unload their equipment before proceeding west to a defensive position several miles inland.  Both armor companies had been deployed to lock down the major roads to the port, while the brigade's engineering battalion was hard at work preparing a forward airstrip for the unit's air assets.  At the same time, pairs of Cobras and Hueys from HMLA-172 and HMLA-173 flew around the area on familiarization flights.  The time would come when the Marines would do what they do best, break things enthusiastically and efficiently.  But for now they waited, checking their equipment, attempting to find bikini babes on Volna Beach (a recon team thought they had made a sighting, but it turned out to be a beached whale), and generally attempting to combat the boredom.


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    Re: ACST Ground Campaign

    Post by Ronin201 on Sat Oct 31, 2015 12:14 am

    March 27, 2025
    Pytor Dankov AB
    1930 Hours


    Iosif entered the temporary quarters for the commander of 2nd Company, 89th Independent Guards Airborne Regiment and snapped to attention in the presence of his commander, Captain Borodine. The stoic-faced man returned the salute. Iosif joined the others; he would have been earlier but he had once again been on exercise. The man was still in his combat gear, in fact.

    "Comrade Lieutenant, glad you could join us. Do not apologize for your tardiness; you are not late. We've all been called in on short notice." The Captain immediately said, knowing the young officer's penchant for being on-time.

    As Iosif sat down, he was given a folder to augment the briefing. Borodine was straight to the point: the 89th was being deployed to augment the frontline. As much as paratroopers weren't suited for defense, they needed bodies. Iosif bit back a frown; Nikanor was an utter failure as a leader. An embarrassment to the state that served better building cars or railroads than leading a country. 

    However the man wasn't important; Iosif was being deployed to defend his country, and he was going to do it with some damned pride. They would be sent to an old Yuktobanian bunker complex, one of the facilities that'd recently been reclaimed, as a firebase. From there they would watch over part of Route 37 and serve as advanced warning and quick reaction.

    Iosif had no questions, and no objections. He simply wished to get there as soon as he could. With luck the Veruseans would come and he would kill every one that he saw. And then he'd see to it Nikanor saw that scene and was brought to his knees. Then he'd find the hick, and take back the beauty that was his.

    Realizing he was ranting in his mind, Iosif calmed himself and saluted Borodine before leaving.


    March 27, 2025
    Ace 3-1's Position
    2345 Hours

    Cooper stared through the Night Vision Goggles as he stood as tall as he could behind the CROWS-mounted M2HB, about fifteen minutes into his shift on watch. He was wide awake, having slept as much as he could when he wasn't doing anything. His body had become used to the habit of sleeping on the ground. The units had now been ordered to dig "Ranger Graves" and sleep in those instead of cots above the ground. many of the men added to the comfort however they could by dumping grass and moss in them and also placing tarps inside.

    It was a sign things were changing. Coop and his platoon hadn't spoken openly about it, but it was a fair bet things were deteriorating down south. The four tanks needed to be ready to go ASAP; Cooper had gone over contingencies repeatedly with his Senior NCO, Staff Sergeant Liam Ross, on what would be done should any kind of problems arise. The tanks' had been refueled, their rounds for all weapons checked, and systems fully exercised. the defensive berms they used were also further improved.

    They also kept lines with support strong. The platoons flanking them, as well as the Bradley company to the right of their company and communications to the Combat Aviation Brigade's Apaches and the howitzers and MLRS launchers of the Brigade's fire support. Jets would also be ready, but not as fast.

    "Ace 3-1 Actual, this is Ace 3-2 Actual...I'm seeing something between our positions. Your two o' clock. Looks like they're about 190 meters out." Stephen spoke up. Cooper looked that way and saw some cows down the slope. He spotted the figures trying to move them away from the tanks up the hill.

    "Just some farmers." He replied.

    "Roger that." Stephen replied.

    Cooper went back to scanning, but he could help but feel Stephen's words conveyed some deeper meaning. They were all getting weary. Even this far up the threat of infiltrators or scouts was real and present...unbeknownst to them so was the threat of superior numbers as the Verusean 83rd Mechanized Division was deploying to augment the forces across the border.


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    Re: ACST Ground Campaign

    Post by shomu1 on Sat Apr 30, 2016 5:19 pm

    March 27, 2025

    1st Platoon Defensive Position

    Volna Beach, Yuktobania

    2350 Hours Local


    "Fig, you got a minute?"

    "Sir?"

    "Just got back from the officers' meeting."

    Fig gestured to Lt. Morgan.  "Come on up, sir."

    Jonathan grabbed a handhold and climbed up the front face of the tank, squatting down next to the commander's hatch. 

    Turning back behind him, Angel grabbed a can of soda out of the cooler lashed down behind his station.  "Drink, sir?"

    Jonathan smiled as he accepted it, "Bribing a commanding officer, eh, Gunny?"

    Fig chuckled, "Well, sir, I figure you're gonna tell me what's up anyway, so might as well keep things even."

    "Fair enough.  Anyway, news is apparently the pointy nose boys got in a little scuffle."

    "Oh shit."

    "Couple of Rusie recon jets crossed the border into their CAP, one of them went down.  Verusans opened fire.  Our guys retaliated, hit their SAM sites and shot down a bunch of their jets."

    Fig's eyes widened.  "So what's that mean for us, sir?"

    James shrugged. "For now, nothing.  Both sides backed into their respective corners pretty quick."

    "Right."

    "Colonel still just wants us to sit tight.  You can go ahead and let the boys know if you want.  Better they get the news from one of us than from some Suzy in the chow line."

    "I was just about to ask about that, sir.  Understood."

    "Great.  Anything pop up that needs my attention while I was gone?"

    "No sir, we're all squared away."

    "Excellent."  Hopping back off the turret of Master Shredder, Lt. Morgan returned to his own tank.


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