World: Dite
Location: Mother Base briefing room
Time: 1230 hrs [12:30 PM]
[Note: I'm using U.S. Central Time Zone]
Date: January, 2nd, 2012.
3rd POV
Chris: [standing next to the map shown on the chalk board] This morning we've received a message through a short burst from what I assume is a radio and they're hold up in a area that is save from "Dust" however they're not safe from Wanderers. Our custom made UAV "Predator" drone has detected a large swarm with a few big ones.
Marine #2: [writing all of it down on his notepad] Define "Big ones"?
Chris: [gave a small nod to Cassy] Glad you ask.
Cassy pulls up what "Big ones" look like.
[I honestly tried to find the photo however I will use the Youtube video below.]
[00-29 seconds]
Chris: Technically it's referred as Bomber for obvious reasons anyways, the mission is to reach the settlement before this horde get to them and talk em into joining us by any means necessary under no hostiles. We're trying to save lifes and not feed them into the dust.
One of her recent ONI operatives quickly came in then handed her some paper and exit out of the room. Chris reads it then has a small smirk.
Chris: Mission perimeter has been updated. Our UAV is currently harassing the enemy with missiles so, there are less of them to deal with but the tribe is our main objective.
Marine #2: If they refuse to join?
Chris: Simple, if they refuse to join we will give them medical, military, and other types of resources aid to make their days better. Last question anyone?
Marine #2: Who is in Command and orders of weapons?
Chris: Woods will be the one leading this operation while Mason will be the one to talk to whoever is in charge of the village engage if Woods sees any "potential" actions he will order the best coarse of actions till the offender is down as for the order of weapons, one SAW operator, two marksmen, and at least two with either shotguns or short range SMG operators. Of coarse use grenades if you have too. This is our first official mission so, try to not fuck it up, dismiss!
Woods: [excited] Let's get the fuck move on!
Mason: [nervous] I get to be the diplomatic one. Oh boy.
Woods: [putting his hand on Mason's left shoulder] Don't sweat it if these morons don't want to join up it's their fucking fault not us.
Mason: Right.
[Five miles outside of the tribe's safe zone in the helicopter]
Mason's POV
I was reading "Diplomats" for idiots while Wood order everyone to double check their weapons and gear because it's a hot zone and the pilot is dropping us off and returning to refuel. Because the dust is drinking the fuel faster than the helicopter itself so with no choice we landed a mile outside of the safe zone and stealth is much needed with these Watchers are much everywhere. After two fire fights back to back then harvested their cores then resume till we finally arrive safe zone and meet it on time because their fight just started and our Marksmen and support gunner had start picking shots while our shot gunners were having a field day while Woods being Woods with his machete and pistol taking them out in rage. I with one free Marine went with me to the village.
Marine #4: [clearly nervous] Movement on my left, third floor.
Mason: Just stay calm.
War chieftain: [walking outside to meet us with his militia] What tribe of you from!?
Mason's thought: Name for our tribe, fuck.
Mason: [clears his throat] My tribe is called Al Bhed and we're known as Al Bhedians.
The Marine beside me gave a small eye shot as in questioning me if I drank or smoked something but for everyone's ass involved he kept his mouth shut and play along.
War Chieftain: [couscous] Very well then, War Chieftain Alexander. Once both my scouts and your warriors return from the battle please come into my and my younger brother, Thrall's personal Command tent. For now, remain outside of our tribe as in 880 feet away.
Reserve scout: War chieftain, I say let's have them a place to rest given the humid climate as of late.
War Chieftain: [uneasy feeling] Fine but these two strangers are under YOUR watch if they get out of line, your ass is mine.
Reserve scout: [nervous gulp] Y- Yes, War chieftain!
Wood's POV
After I shove my pistol into one of these asshole's mouth and pull the trigger then seeing one of them about to swap one of the local's head off, in a instant I threw my machete right into the fucker's back. I jogged to him and pulled my weapon back then look at him.
Wood: [reaching his hand out] You good, kid?
Local: [grabbing my hand] Could be worse.
I put his arm round my shoulders due his part of his right leg was missing then reloaded my pistol then regroup with the boys once the last bag guy was out we did a body count sadly, two were killed as one lost his arm from a nearby blast from the bomber on our side. This kid I'm carrying is the last member of his party.
Marine #4: [taking his brother in arms dog tag] What now, sir?
I was about to give orders till the marine that went with Mason, my brother, caught up to me.
Woods: [slightly exhausted] Spill.
Marine messenger: We're able to rest in their village and gained both their war Chieftain and Peace Chieftain time to explain our deal here.
Woods: [confused] Is this a fucking Medieval period or something?
We gathered our dead and wounded and entered the village, their family weeb for their loss while the War Chieftain extremely held his war axe. Our Corpsman as well as their shaman and medicine woman attend to both ours and theirs while Mason, our only radio operator and myself are allowed inside this huge house.
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