[012 - 0J] The Flotille System

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The Flotille System has been a victim of war for the last fifteen years. The main focal point of the fighting was the planet fourth from the sun, Flotille. The planet is about four times bigger than Earth and almost the same make up, around 65% water and the rest land, biomes ranging from forests to deserts. This was the site of the Helkion Wars, where the UCFP and their allied Union fought against the Helkion forces and forced them into an insurgency and leaving most of the race extinct or left to fight for the insurgency.

The Union had collapsed and was assimilated into the UCFP, doubling their population, armed forces and technological advances. The intense fighting had left the planet left in ruins, Helkion men, women and children had been executed due to their crimes against humanity, those consisting of multiple counts of genocide, illegal experimentation, denial of basic rights, forced breeding, and multiple counts of fraud and embezzlement. The planet is now under control of Task Force 137, the initial invasion task force under the command of General Dennis Ackerman. This leaves the planet under UCFP military law with enforced curfews during the night and limited rights of those still living on the planet, this is to limit the contact between the insurgency and the mass base.
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"The Green Zone," Bor'ook Na
Flotille Surface
0100 hours Local time

"This is ROCK Actual, approaching the Imperial Palace to pick up some HVTs for transport to Black Site JELRUNE, over."

"We read you ROCK, they are on the pad waiting for ya'. over and out."

The dropship was flying over a desolate cityscape, burnt out buildings and vehicles of war littering the streets. The door gunners were scanning for targets, as this was prime time for a skirmish, seems they were lucky tonight. The dropship entered Green Zone airspace and acquired two escorts until they made it to the palace grounds, the ship descended and kicked up a large amount of debris. Waiting there are a squad of drop troopers tasked with securing the HVIs. The HVIs were Helkions, naturally. They had large black bags of their heads to block their vision.

"C'mon asshat," remarked one of the troopers as he lead the HVI into the dropship, four more following. The squad then seated themselves around them to secure the prisoners. The ship was ready to go and it was off to the black site on the northern side of the planet, located in the depths of the Fume Forest.

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600,000KM orbit above Flotille.
Stealth Ship Nymr'Shmertze.

The several men dressed in black, covered in cyborg implants and augmentations, sat in metal chairs before the Captain wearing a flight jacket and a name plate, he was wrapping up his brief,"You will have a limited window, gentlemen. If you do not make it, and you cannot get to your emergency extraction point in time, there will be no getting out. I know you all understand that should the mission be compromised, there is very little we can do for you."

"You will speak strictly in English only when you need to, and you will -not- be captured. These four are of great importance to the Republic and to the cause. Failure is not an option. Which is why Agent Gorod has been attached to your unit for this op." The Captain looks to his left, the hulking cybernetic figure stepped to his side, standing with his hands together in front of him.

"Gear up, you'll leave in 1 hour."

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An alien probe exits slipspace from the near-edge of the system, beaming an unintelligible signal towards the center of the system, rocketing towards Flotille.

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"JELRUNE," Fume Forest
Flotille Surface
0600 hours Local time

The dropship came towards the LZ, slowly lowering and touching down within the compound. The compound itself was made up of portable and steel buildings, a makeshift prison camp that was kept for the insurgency. There are various guards clad in civilian clothing and modernized protective vest, it was obviously a Spook operation.

The doors of the ship slide open and the Helkion prisoners pushed out and lead into one of the buildings, snarling and loud metal music greet them as they enter. They are stripped of their clothing and then sprayed with highly pressurized cold water until the man doing it is bored, then they are placed into a cell. The cell is barren, nothing put a wire frame mattress, and there they wait.

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The dropship's interior shook and rattled as they entered the atmosphere. The operators were dressed in unmarked OMON-3 exoskeletons, bearing heavy plate carriers and padding all over their body. They stared at the floor or off onto the wall, the dim red light of the dropship turned on. The pilots voiced croaked over the intercom,"Five minutes." Gorod sat in the center seat of the dropship, his empty eyes glaring at the door.

The dropship flew about 10 kilometers to the east of the compound, landing in a clearing. The twenty men quickly ran out, forming a semi circle of security. The dropship left as quickly as it came. All members of the squad were wielding either experimental ZsHG hybrid HMGs, or USC gauss rifles. They advanced through the forest to the west, expecting to reach the camp within an hour and a half.

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"JELRUNE," Fume Forest
Flotille Surface
0700 hours Local time

The day at the prison camp was normal, the torture and the interrogations continued.

"HN-09878584, I am going to ask the question one more time, if you do not give me the answer I want, your friends that are innocent are going to die."

The bearded BND agent removed the pistol from the holster at his hip and walked over to grab one of the detainees facing the wall. Taken by the nape of their neck the Helkion had little choice in the matter, he was forced onto his knees in front of his comrade with the pistol pressed against the base of his skull. The agent's right finger was coiled around the trigger of the weapon.

"Last chance. "Where is Ahmed Il'sahkab? I know you know because we have photos of you and him together shortly before we picked you up, and HN-100092112 here says he's seen you with him!"

The dark and wet room went quiet. Silence was there for what seemed like an eternity. Nothing happened, time had gone still... until the elderly Helkion tied to the chair groaned and began to speak.

"Kar'eem Ah. He is in Kar'eem Ah..."

Bang. Silence. Bang. Two shots rang out, the two prisoners were executed and the agent left the room, keying his radio and relaying his information up the channels.

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The twenty men had reached the camp. They hid in the dense forest cover, taking aim at the guards around the compound. Gorod speaks over the radio,"Lay down suppressive, take every armed guard out, destroy any communications array... Go loud."

An eruption of gunfire came from the eastern woods. Muzzleflashes concealed under heavy brush and leafs quivering from the gunfire.

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As soon as the first operator dropped, the alarm started to blare and communications had went out, hailing QRF from the nearby 542nd FOB. Gunfire was exchanged and the defense of JELRUNE was underway. The men within the camp repositioned their mortars and began to pelt the eastern forest with as much incendiary as they could, that being only 3 volleys of 4 rounds each from three mortar tubes. The forest was ablaze and the Spooks hoped that this bought them enough time to start evacuating their HVIs. The agents executed those that they were done with, and started herding the rest into dropships, the first one took off and started off to the northwest.

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The squad leapt from the brush, advancing as they were being targeted by the mortar rounds. A rocket launcher was fired at a communications array, striking it and exploding in a fireball. As the heavily armored exo suited men approached, the rounds deflected off their armored shells. They leapt over the walls, or grabbed onto the edges and carelessly rolled over through barbed wire. Though heavily armored, they seemed to move with great speed.

They are extremely determined and motivated to complete their objective, whatever it may be. They press onward, one of the agents being shot through the eyepiece, he falls over. An antennae shoots out of his shoulder, blinking red. He detonates, a cloud of smoke and blood left in his place. Whoever these guys were, they weren't your average insurgents.

One of them bundled up a pile of rifles from dead guards and tossed them over the wall towards a group of Helkion stuck behind a divider. He picked up his own weapon and fought on.

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The steel building were now decrepit, and the men and women of the camp slain. QRF was still an hour out, and the once captive Helkions were now free. They took up arms and surveyed the camp, their captor lay lifeless in the snow of the Fume forest. They looked upon their liberators. One of them approached one of the exo-clad men, his weapon at the low ready.

"Who are... the liberators?" was the only thing asked, the Helkion stood hunched, with a small contingent of men at his six o'clock.

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The exosuited stood still, one of them calling out, his voice radically changed by a built in voice changer to give him an exaggerated American accent,"The USC, baby, hooah!"

Gorod pressed down on the side of his earpiece,"Need an evac in the compound, now."

The dropship approached the compound, landing on the helicopter pad and opening the hatch. The exosuited men led the Helkions to the dropship. One of them turns, dropping his backpack, he unzips it and shakes it loose. Hundreds of pro-capitalist, USC papers fly in every which way with the direction of the wind. He steps up onto the ramp as it closes, the dropship flying off to the stealth ship in orbit.

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"JELRUNE," Fume Forest
Flotille Surface
0910 hours Local time

The QRF arrived with their MBTs and armored vehicles, but they were too late. The prison camp was in flames, bodies of friend and foe scattered about. They disembarked their vehicles, and went through the camp.

"Goddamn, Narnn. You think the insurgents did this?"

"I don't know, why the hell are you asking me?"

"You are the intel guy after all, you gott-"

"Dude, what the fuck, shut up. That's like asking if I know why the fuck your mom is dating a Zeleniyian."

"Hey! He's a cool, dude!"

"Yeah, until ol' Momma Fonly is breathing carbon-monoxide"

"Faggot."

The troopers continued through the camp, a light snow had begun to fall. With the base secured, the grunts took up small perimeter, the QRF's radioman calling it up.

"Base camp, base camp. This JELRUNE QRF, how copy?"

"We read, clear to send."

"Roger - camp is fried, break - fifteen to twenty dead case officers - break - thirty to thirty five security personnel - break - high priority insurgents escaped, number unknown, over.

"Wait one."

A moment passes, a new voice is heard through the radio.

"Listen here, this is Lynch, tell your little Regiment guys not to fuck with my site, they're gonna' stand by and pull security detail."

Before the radioman could answer, the line was dead.

Kar'eem Ah, Ara'vir District
Flotille Surface
1200 hours Local time

Kar’eem Ah is a small village on the desert side of the planet. Many of its reptilian inhabitants wear cowls and hoods due to the adverse effects of the heat on their skin. The town consisted of various hovels, a bazaar, a religious site, and an outpost full of UCFP occupying troops that made their rounds regular. Kar'eem Ah is rather off the grid, that being the reason all transmission in and out are watched by an agency that has its named shortened to three letters but will not be named.

A medium sized eight wheeled cargo truck approached an unguarded access road at the south of the village. It came to a slow, rolling halt. Three individuals disembarked and the truck was on its way. This access road was used by UCFP convoys in order to move HVIs in and out of the village, whether they be a protective detail, or a team of interrogators moving a prisoner. These three individuals were armed with Zeleniy Kalashnikov 2360s, they were slung at their side as they made their way from the beaten road towards a small gathering of hovels about six hundred meters from the drop off point. They entered and inside was a small CoC for Helkion operations in the sector, the helkion insurgents removed their hoods and went to their respective parts, the one that was the self proclaimed leader made his way upstairs.

Upstairs was a small bed room, an armed guard outside, he recognized the man and let him pass. Inside the room was a bed, a night stand, and whatever else a standard bedroom would have in it. In the bed was Ahmed Il'sahkab, the most well known insurgent out of the whole damned bunch. He was sickly, you could see it in his eyes.

"Ah, Hedyar, my friend! I have not seen you in such a long while, please come here, sit!" Ahmed pointed to the edge of his bedside, the old helkion coughed and croaked after speaking. Hedyar abided and sat at the edge of the bed, he spoke.

"Ahmed, it is good to see you. You are correct, I have not seen you in the longest time, especially after Bor'ooka Na, and my capture. But, that is what I have to tell you, our brothers... They are back. The containment we were being held... it was attacked by liberators. They have come to help us take back our home from the invaders, I do not know who they were. They spoke in deep voices and carried large weapons that dropped no shells."

Enthralled, Ahmed listened on to the story of his long lost brother, he nodded and had begun to think.

"That is good, my friend! We will be free at last if they had killed as many invaders in a camp it took to hold you!" The old rebel smiled through his sickness, genuinely happy for his people.

"Yes, the time will come. Now, I must tell the others and start planning for something next." Hedyar nodded and left his bedside, moving out of the bedroom and down into the hovel, disappearing into the small CoC.[/i]

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ODA-971
Fume Forest
0010 hours, local time

Joint training between UCFP and USC was underway for the last few months. Today the team members of ODA-971 were going over proper forward air controller procedure with members of the 3rd Marine Division present. The FACs were quite a ways away from the insurgent staging area along a valley within the forest. The FACs had positioned themselves atop a ridge, giving them a great field of view. Their weather tools, ranger finders, and laser designators were being worked by the members of the 6 man team. The RTO sat upon a small boulder, the SHF SATCOM radio resting on his lap, the radio telephone wedged between his shoulder and his cheek. "Hazard four, hazard four. This is big lizard. Requesting CAS at MGRS: Four-niner-fife-four-tree-two-jaun-niner. Nintey degree north-azimuth; how copy, over? A moment passes, the other end responds. "We read you big lizard, lead is incoming, standby. Over and out."

A moment passes, a low flying air craft zoomed over the village. The 88mm chain guns came to life, strafing at the directed azimuth. It pulled up, redirecting and coming back for another pass, it had done the same thing, another strafing run with the dual underslung chain guns. The aircraft averted course, popped flares and chaff, and it was out of the AO.