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Heaven's Gate
F-14 Ace:
See discussion here.
Countries:
Federal Republic of Beauta-
Beauta is a large, wild and rugged nation in the southern hemisphere. It is a rugged nation with few large cities and mostly small towns. Much of the country is covered in mountains and dense forests, although the northeastern region is covered in grassy coastal plains. The country has a substantial military force and their marine corps is believed to be one of the best fighting forces in the world. The capital is Arrow Point and the largest city is Southport.
Kingdom of Dagret-
Dagret is a small, narrow country running up the lower country west of Beauta. The country is mostly covered in rolling hills and grassy plains, with dense forests in the south. The capital and largest city is Nordia. The country has a cold climate due to the air currents from the south seas.
Principality of Danthuania- Danthuania is the southernmost country on the Verusa continent. The country is mostly covered in rolling plains though there are a few mountains and highlands in the south and west. Danthuania has a cold climate because of its location.
Republic of Kolkove- Kolkove is a poor country north of Beauta and Dagret that was once part of Yuktobania. During the 1950s, The state revolted against the Yuktobanian government and after a long, bloody conflict, eventually became an independent country. The victory came at a high price as most of the cities were left in ruins following the war and Dagret has been in economic ruin since the 50s.
The capital and largest city is Illya.
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Rules
1. No killing someone else's characters without their permission.
2. No controlling someone else's character without permission of the player.
3. No using nukes, chemical weapons, or other WMDs without my permission. Everything else is fine.
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(IC)
Charvez Mazzol sat in his desk in his office, smoking a cigar and lookin over a tactical map.
The door opened and Mazzol's tactical adviser walked in.
"You summoned me, your highness?"
"Yes." said Mazzol as he place his cigar in an ashtray. "Are our forces at the northern boarder?"
THe adviser responded, "Yes sir. Our invasion force is prepared to breach the boarder. However, Beautean and Dagreten Forces have been sent to secure the boarder."
Mazzol shook his head and replied, "It does not matter. They can not hold up against our numbers. Send the order to our troops. They are to launch the invasion at once."
"Right away sir!" said the adviser, soluting and walking away.
This was a day Mazzol had waited long for. He had started out in the low ranks of Danthuania's infamous Mafia. Over many years, he had worked his way up to becoming the Mafia's leader. Seking power, he led an uprising against Danthuania's weak and unstable government, assassinating the country's leaders and proclaiming himself its ruler. With most of the corrupt military as well as the entire Dantuhania crime syndicate backing him, Mazzol had become a potent force in the region.
Beauta and Dagret had stood in Mazzol's way ever before he had come to power. He would ship illegal goods through those countries to his smuggling centers in Kolkove. However, Beauta and Dagret began cracking down on Mazzol's criminal activities, even sinking a supply freighter belonging to his organization. He had retaliated, of course, but clearly blowing up passenger planes and assassinating Beauta's Chief of Staff did not send a clear enough message. They would soon learn that Charvez Mazzol was not a man to be messed with. The Federal Republic of Beauta had responded to his activities by having his top general assassinated. They bombed his drug labs and arrested his supply depots, costing him millions in losses. They even made attemps on his own life. Now, Mazzol would make them suffer. He would take their land and crush anyone who stood in his way.
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Private Rick Bales awoke from a light sleep to the sound of shouting outside his tent. Suddenly a tank shell exploded nearby, showering the tent with debris.
Lieutenant Gale shouted from outside, "Private Bales, get your ass out here!! Danthuanian forces are advancing across the border!"
"Yes sir!" shouted the Marine as he chambered a round in his M-16 and put on his gear. Rick placed his helmet on his head and rushed outside just as another tank shell exploded.
Lieutenant Gale, his commandin officer, shouted, "Enemy tanks are advancing on our position fast. I've called for air support but it will take some time to get here. I sent Corporal Hickman to get the mortar launcher and take out those tanks. You and Private Barrington need to cover him until air support gets here. Try to buy us some time until air support arrives!"
"Yes sir!" Rick shouted as he ran off to find his friend, Barrington.
"I'm over here!" shouted Barrington from a foxhole. He held his Ak-47 and his combat shotgun was strapped to is back.
Rick explained, "Gale says we need to find Hickman and provide him with cover. He's gonna try and stop some of those tanks."
Barrington nodded and lowered his nightvision goggles over his eyes. Rick did the same and they set off to find Hickman. Tank shells suddenly began raining from the sky as enemy forces approached the boarder. Rick and Barrington found Corporal Hickman loaging the mortar launcher behind a rock.
Rick looked out across the field and saw at least twenty tanks and hundreds of enemy soldiers crossing the field toward their position.
He shouted, "Corporal, we can't hold this position against them!"
Hickman responded as he aimed the mortar into the air, "We have to try at least!"
Hickman fired and the mortar whizzed through the air, exploding right next to the tank. Although it wasn't a direct hit, the explosion blew the tread off and disabled the tank. As soon as the mortar exploded, the enemy soldiers began to charge forward.
"Take that you Danthuanian bastards!" Barrington mutered as he watched the tank screech to a halt.
"Here they come!" shouted Barrington, raising his rifle.
General Grievous:
The mortar shell exploded and sent shrapnel through the air, killing two of Darnel's men. He looked ahead at the fortified position and shouted to his soldier, "There are not that many of them! Keep moving forward! When our helicopters get here, they will crush these scum!"
He chambered a round in his G3 rifle and charged forward alongside a moving tank, leading his men toward the boarder. There were not as many Beautian soldiers defending the boarder as he had thought. This was going to be a piece of cake.
Darnel shouted to his men, "
Charge! Kill anyone who stands in our way!"
F-14 Ace:
Barrington lined up an enemy soldier in his sights and squeezed the trigger, unleashing a volley of bullets from his Ak-47. His aim was dead on and the enemy let out a cry and fell to the ground.
Rick held his breath as he drew a bead with his red dot sight on a Danthuanian soldier. He had never actually taken a life before. It wasn't until the enemy soldier took aim at him that Rick pulled the trigger. His M-16 fired a three shot burst and all three bullets hit their mark.
Corporal Hickman shouted, "Good aim!" as he launched another mortar. This time, the mortar scored a direct hit on an enemy T-72 tank.
Rick heard the sound of helicopter rotors and looked off in the distance. Two Ka-50 attack helicopters were rolling in on their position.
"Sir, enemy helicopters!" Rick shouted to the corporal.
Hickman nodded and said, "Time to fall back! Head for the ditch!"
Rick, Barrington, and Hickman left the mortar and ran for a drainage ditch where they had more supplies stored. Bullets whistled past them as they made a mad dash for cover. Barrington pulled the pin out of one of his grenades and dropped it as they ran. Seconds later, there was an explosion alaong with the screams of dying enemy soldiers.
The three marines rolled down the sides of the ditch where Lieutenant Gale was waiting for them.
Gale ordered, "Go get some RPGs form the supply crates and wait for those choppers to get in range! I'm gonna check on that air support!"
As Rick and Barrington picked up the RPGs, they heard Gale shouting into his radio, "Dammit, command! Where the hell is my air support? We've already lost half our force!"
Rick said to Barrington, "Hell, this is bad!"
Barrington nodded and said, "Let's find a place to hide.
The sound of helicopter rotors could be heard directly overhead and one of the Ka-50s opened fire on a group of marines nearby, killing anyone who was not behind cover.
Rick took aim with the RPG and fired, The rocket missed the body of the chopper but it struck the rotors, shattering them. The chopper nosedived violently into the ground and exploded.
"Good shot!" shouted Barrington.
"Thanks, Private Barrington!" Rick replied.
"Call me sam!" Barrington said as he waited for the other chopper.
Lieutenant Gale said over the radio, "Marines, the air support isn't coming! Command is sending choppers to evac us! We are falling back into the woods until they get here! Let's move out!"
General Grievous:
"Keep moving! Take no prisoners!" shouted Darnel to his men.
"President Mazzol wants to make his point clear! All who resist our will will be exterminated!"
He fired at the marines with deadly accuracy. As the enemy retreated into the forest, Darnel ordered, 'All tanks, hold your fire. Let our chopper unit flush them out!"
The Ka-50 began to fire its guns and rockets indiscriminately into the trees.
Darnel ordered his men, "Leave no survivors! I don't care if they're wounded or not!"
The brutality was necessary. It would send fear through the nation's people and show what happens when you cross Charvez Mazzol.
f-22 "raptor" ace:
Frank was playing a game of football with some of the other pilots when an A-6 flew over head at low altitude.
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