The year, 1943. The place, our planet. This is not a war that is merely confined to one static front like that of the first Great War, no. The fronts are many, they are fluid, and they are deadly beyond imagination. The war in the Pacific remains at a standstill, with the defeat of the Japenese still far from sight, and possibly not even possible. In Europe, Fortress Europe has been born, with its back door being broken down by the Russians, but still stands strong, even as its 'soft underbelly' is being attacked by the Westren Allies. The war, as is, is far from over. Many lives are to be lost still by war's end. The balance of the war still hangs trencherously by a needle's thread. Right now, who would think that it would all be over in two short years?
Union jack and his squad were being flown over towards Africa when they got shot by a german AA gun. Luckily the all but the pilot and co pilot survived. Landing in a small French village just off the coast. "Alright squad everypony grab your guns anklets find out were we are." Union grab his Bren and the rest of his squad (2 submachine gunners with stens, another support gunner with a bren and 3 riflemen with Lee enfields) grabbed the guns from the wreckage. Heading out hearing gunshots in a nearby barn. ((I'm setting up for union and his squad to meet up with French resistance fighters and I think the next major event could be the evacuation of Dunkirk for the Europe campaign))
(Tis 1943, Dunkirk already happened, along with Pearl Harbor, Midway, El Adelmin, and many other battles. Remember, the next year will be most famous for that one day one the sixth of June.)
Rashall sat in the cramped compartments of the USS Gato. At the moment he was with his squad leading them through weapon rites and cleaning making sure they were ready for the next fight. The submarine was cramped and small, but Rashall and his team of raiders were used to it. Word was that he and his squad would be transported aboard one of the Carriers to become a part of a larger operation. Though Rashall and his squad were used to small scale ops.
Dapper was pissed, but glad at the same time. At this very moment, he's being shipped out to the European front, of the war. He almost got shipped out to the Pacific front, but he wanted revenge on those Germans that blew his wings off, hence why he was pissed. "He stood up out of his seat, "Alright men, we're almost there. I can tell you right now that some of you on this plane aren't even going to survive the next 24 hours, it's the sad truth. Nevertheless, I want you men to fight like hell to your last bullet, your last grenade, your last breath. Understood?" He got a resounding yes sir. "Okay, now be ready to jump out of this plane, remember, take whatever support you can get because most of the people down there aren't American, an if they are, they're probably not Marines. Ready? 3, 2, 1! Go! Go! Go!" And with that, they were all plummeting into war.
(From now on, please attempt to keep all OOC chat to the new OOC thread, and Rada, in 1943, the only non-German armies in Europe were Russian, and they were busy trying to get the Germans out of Russia.)
(I've just remembered that i'm a german civil, going to be part of the S.E.W.W.. This is going to be so random.) Hunt was hidden on a high building, his rifle pointed at his target, a German general, when he realized what this job meant to him. He had been paid to take the place of the general, and follow his boss's instructions. He was about to shoot, when his speaker buzzed before a mare's voice echoed, "Now.". The bullet pierced the general's head, spreading blood and brain parts a little everywhere in the room. From the other side of the street, Hunt had shivers. The voice came out again. "Good job. The money is sent." "Wait-... I'd like to know something." The mare looked like impatient. "Go on, and i may reply." "I haven't been hired for my acting classes. Who's going to take his place?" "There's a good reason you haven't been told. Our plans change extremly fast, and your part is over. You ain't going to be under the cameras, we may need you again. Now, if you'll excuse me, we need to put a end on this conversation. But if you still want to be part of our mission, you can still infiltrate the germans, and survive at the training. If you're part of the army, with no cover, you may be really usefull for us. Think about it, and when you have an answer, tell us." The mare closed the line with a loud echo. Hunt took his rifle and packed it back over his shoulder, then looked around him. He was on the top of a building in construction, standing on a metalic sheet, a temporary roof. He thought about the mare's propostion. 'Join the german army... With no cover. And she said it would be usefull for her.' He removed the headphone from his ears, and rolled the wire around the mic. He sighed, and threw the speaker away. "As long as i'm paid, i can't refuse..." He took a piece of paper, and wrote a note on it: 'I'll follow the orders. Payments transfered as usual.' He took a nail, and pinned the note right where he stood, then walked away, leaving the building by using the stairs.
Union jack and his squad were outside the barn were the guns were heard. "alright thunder dash and alchemy spark (rainbow dash and Twilights grandfathers) on my Mark breach. 3,2,1 NOW!" They then kicked the door open piling through guns ready to fire when they noticed all the Germans were dead and French resistance fighters holding Mauser C96's, Gewer 43's and mp40's were pointing there guns at them thinking we were Germans. "hold your fire, were friendly (shows uniform) were British" as union finished only one put his gun down the rest obviously didn't understand him. "guess I'll have to use my French from school, maintenez votre feu, étaient sympathiques voir étaient britanniques" After that all put here guns down and the pony who understood him step forward and started talking to him in a French accent. "sorry about that, I am d'argent engrenage or silver gear to you English and I lead this band of 5 they are called vin mousseux, champagne doré, aile noire, de bleuet or sparkling wine, golden champagne , black wing and blueberry for you."
Dapper was right, 3 men out of his 20 man squad were already picked off right out of the sky, and some looked like they were going to fall right into a lake. Now if they were brits, this wouldn't have been a problem as they could get out of their parachutes in under ten seconds, but it took a good while to get out of the ones the US made. If they landed in a lake, they would sink like a rock, even without their 'chutes. And even if they could get out of their 'chutes and out of the water in time, they had to worry about their guns getting jammed and the gunpowder in their explosives getting wet. He decided there was nothing he could do anyway, and had to focus on the task at hand.
(Oh gosh. @cobra i'm 100% sure you don't speak french.) Finally out of the building, Hunt walked to the office. It was located in a long house, covering a huge basement. The office was what it's name meant: over a hundred ponies, with headphones and small microphones, working on huge machines, wich usage was unknown to Hunt. He went to a door, in the end of the long room, and knocked. A guard opened the door. "What d'ya want?" "I'm here for an offer. Wanna talk to the nice mare just behind the fake mirror, for a few seconds. I won't bother you that much.", said Hunt, grinning. "Hurry, she has a meeting in a few minutes. And change your tone if you still want your head connected on your neck when you leave." Hunt entered the room, pushing the guard a little, and looked at the room. There was a mirror, covering a whole wall, and the three walls were just like the ceiling and the floor: brilliant white. Hunt approached the mirror and knocked. "Hey, just want to say that i accept the offer. In case it wasn't clear enough. And i wanted to know something else before i go. You said i had to join the germans, d'you really meant the army, or your organization?" "I meant you to join us, of course. But i never told you to come here. Who told you about the office?" "Nopony. It wasn't that hard to follow the only radio antena of the city. Now that i know this place, does it changes something?" "No. But, if you say anything to our enemies, we may not be able to pay you for your services. And don't you know that you aren't supposed to come like this, in my office, without my permission? Now leave, and wait for your orders. You will soon receive your german nationality, as well as new orders." "Understood. I'll come back later." Hunt passed next to the guard, and exited the office.
Dapper regrouped with only 6 of his men to aid him. According to his map, they were about 10 miles away from the nearest German encampment. Why German? Two words. Suicide mission. They were to go capture a German vehicle, and bring it back to the nearest base of the British Army to be reverse engineered. They started on the long trek. -Now I want all of you men to be absolutely silent, might be spics or kraut hiding anywhere on this path, Dapper said. -But what if we notice a booby trap of some sort?, one of the men asked -Son, I think the ear-piercing explosion will be warning enough. The continued on the rout for several hours, by the time they had decided to rest for the day, it was 0200. Dapper signaled that it was okay to talk in a low whisper. -What we got for rations, sarge? a corporal, Twig asked -Mouse meat. -You've got to be kidding me. Charlie Gringy, a new private said. We're ponies, we don't eat meat. -Well it's up to you, you can not eat, and eventually die, we can leave you here for the spics and kraut, where you'll eventually be taken POW and most likely killed, or you can eat your damn food, shut the hell up, come help us, complete your mission and be flown back to the world. Gringy never argued with Dapper after that. It was raining when they woke up. Just loud enough to provide perfect cover for any footsteps of an enemy wanting to sneak up on them. They walked the rest of the way to the encampment, by the time they finished, it was 2213. Unfortunately, they had absolutely no plan...
As soon as Hunt exited the 'farm', a pony came to him and, without any words, gaver him a letter. He only bowed, and left. Hunt opened the letter. 'Bla bla bla this letter states that the mercenary Hunt Scavge has to rejoin a German camp, securing it, as well as beeing the official guard of the one in charge. Continue norhwest from your actual position. bla bla bla...' Hunt tore the letter, and threw it. 'It almost sounds like a fake. But i can't discuss orders.', he tought, while walking towards the camp.
"so d'argent, were in a bit of a predicament. We should currently be in sicily but shot down by the Germans you wouldn't mind helping us will you". Unions squad and d'argents men walked together towards a cafe were they went into the back room and down to the cellar. "okay we'll help the border to free France is about 4 miles from here. Once we get passed the border were home free. We will set off tomorrow at Dawn".
-Alright, I have an idea -What is it, Sarge? Gringy asked -See that tree over there? We get Private Buck in there so provide cover fire for the rest of us while we initiate a suicide charge -Can you elaborate? -Sure, we run like hell towards the enemy and shoot at anything that moves -We shoulda brought a chaplain
As hunt arrived near the camp's location (he guessed), he heard voices. He stopped, getting as silent as possible, trying to find from where it came. The voices he heard weren't german.
Dawn approched and unions squad and the resistance set out towards the border of free France. "d'argent, this would be alot easier if we had one of those german halftrack transports. Where's the nearest base from here". "well union, just down the road there simple as". ((Saul, rada just wandering I might set up so all three of us cross paths if that's fine by you))
