Fandom War

Day 6: Second Tribute FOB Assault

I woke up from my bunk to the snores and sleep-mutterings of Warrior and Soldier Brony and Pegasisters all around me. I groaned cause the three other bunks around me were occupied by Solarwolf1, Turbosky, and Winter_injuly and as I sat up and looked around, I rubbed my helmets eyes as I thought they were my own. I stretched quickly as I got up and walked out of the sleeping room, which had been set up in a hotel not too far from the FOB we had taken.

It had been decided that besides a small garrison at the FOB that everything else was to be scattered to the winds to make sure the Tributes couldn't decimate the entire Brony force in one fell swoop and as I looked around the hotel, I began to wonder what I would be stuck doing next this day.

Of course, that is when I looked across the way from the hotel to see several Soldier and Warrior Bronies, along with a few from the War Thunder units, huddled inside and I was about to calmly walk over when one of them noticed me and waved me over. I quickly jogged over and as I entered the adhoc command center inside of a coffee shop, I wondered what they were all doing.

I found myself amongst the group looking over a map of the city area the war currently resided, flaps of clear plastic over the map as the commander here drew out whatever was taking place. But as I looked around at the faces, they all had the same game-face going on: determination played plainly across their faces.

Then I looked back down at the map and I saw arrows leading from the various Brony positions all around and pointing directly at the second Tribute FOB.

Immediately, I stopped looking down at the map and I listened in to what the commander Soldier Brony had to say.

"Alright, we will attack in three different phases. In just a few hours, we will launch the first wave of Warrior's and Soldiers into the fight, having them take out any Tribute patrols and trying to avoid the main focus of the Tributes back in the convention center. Thats the first phase.

"Phase two has our Bradley and Abrams will move up to the very edge of the park and begin to fire on all of the Tribute fire positions that dot the area. Infantry units will come in to support the armored attack.

"And finally, Phase three is when our War Thunder units swoop in to deal a crushing blow against the Tribute's airforce by knocking out as many hovercraft from the area as is possible."

"Does anyone have questions?" asked the commander as he looked all around.

No one, not even myself, said a word and as the commander nodded, he said to us all, "Then get the rest of the garrison awake and moving! We need to be ready now or else we may not be able to make this war end by tomorrow."

Everyone nodded and began to move out and go to the various buildings the other Warriors and Soldiers were in and as I quickly re-entered my room, I turned on the lights, opened the windows, and said in my best commanding voice, "Up, you lazy bums! We got an assault with our name on it, with ice cream at the end! So gear up and be ready in," I quickly checked my digital watch, "ten minutes!" I didn't know whether they would care or not but I watched in surprise as the Warriors and Soldiers slowly get up and began to gear up. I watched as Turbosky was the first to wake from my group and as I watched him shake awake the other two, they quickly geared themselves up before they walked over to me.

As soon as I thought everyone was awake, I quickly left the room as I made my way outside as I prepared myself for the coming assault.

I crept around the corner, like some weird corner-creep from TF2, as I kept my gun up to my shoulder with not much regards to a cheek weld. Trubosky, Winter_injuly, and Solarwolf1 were right behind me along with a few other Warriors and Soldiers and as we cautiously walked around the corner, I could see the Tribute FOB set up in what looked like a smaller park, furnished with a pavilion and a playground. I nodded to the others but then I stopped the group as I saw the ominous shape of not only an APC but of a black tank, the model hard to tell because the black mended most of the edges together.