Post by Oberst on Jul 24, 2018 17:54:52 GMT -6
Yên Bái Air Base
Alex stared through a set of binoculars as he stood at the edge of the treelines north and approximately 1,000 ft from the hangers at Yên Bái Air Base. About 200 feet west of him a ĐKZ-1 or SPG-9 was being set up and slowly put into place. A 9M113 Konkurs already readied and in place to his east, about 100 feet. A RPG-29 team had been set up at the Konkurs while a RPG-7V team set up at the SPG-9. The SPG-9 was being covered by a NSV with a faulty radar sight and the Konkurs was being supported by a IMI Negev. A small platoon of riflemen spread out throughout the treeline also offering support. Their main armaments being old IWI ACE assault rifles and AK-103 assault rifles. Meanwhile North East and approximately 2,608 ft away surrounded by trees a mortar platoon with 6 82-PM-41 infantry mortars sat. They had arrived on a mix of civilian vehicles and M72 Lakotas in the middle of the night. But now everything was in place.
Alex was nervous as he stared through the binoculars looking over the Federation airbase. It was still early in the day, the sun having just risen over the horizon. He could see four active mobile suits outside their hanger at the moment. There was a RMV-1 Guntank II, 2 x MSA-003 Nemo, and a RGM-86R GM III. All of them were older mobile suits yes, but they packed a serious punch. He glanced over at one of the guerillas he was working with seeing their weapons. Not to mention, their weapons were hardly state of the art. Sweating he would wipe his brow glad that they had not been spotted yet But that could change at any moment he realized.
Hearing his radio come on he would lower the binoculars and listen. the SPG-9 had finished being deployed. With a anxious smirk he would grab his radio."This is Jungle Fox. I want the Konkur on the GM III, the SPG-9 on the Nemo to the west, the RPG-29 on the Nemo to the east, and the RPG-7 on the Guntank. Aim for the legs, disable them as quickly as possible. But the RPG-7 needs to hit the cockpit of the Guntank. Take aim, and open fire at the splashdown of the first mortar." he would say looking through the binoculars again."Mortar Platoon, commence fire mission now!" he would say and very soon the sound of mortars could be heard firing off in the far back ground.
Then just like he had ordered after the first mortar hit the Konkurs, SPG-9, RPG-29, and RPG-7 opened fire. As the mortars peppered the hangers, though were missing more then hitting the mobile suits came under fire."Yes!" Alex would say as he saw the mobile suits all get hit, though with varying degrees of success. The GM III got hit in the leg by the Konkurs, the SPG-9 hit the knee of the Nemo, the RPG-29 hit the pelvic region of it's Nemo, and the RPG-7 hit the torso of the Guntank. However as the mortar fire continued and Alex realized somthing.
"No effect! Fire again!" he would say in a panic as Konkurs, SPG-9, RPG-29, and RPG-7 reloaded. Meanwhile the NSV and IMI Negev opened up with suppressing fire to keep the Federation troops down. The three AT units would fire again, though this time only the SPG-9 and Konkurs managed to land a hit. Even then they did not do any damage once more. However by now the four mobile suits which had come under fire were narrowing in on their attackers. Their heads scanning the treelines and easiliy spotting the AT units. Though strangely the Guntank was not doing so, it simply started aiming it's weapon elsewhere after a moment.
Alex's heart sank right then and there as he tossed aside the binoculars."Retreat!" he would yell into the radio as he turned around and began to run into the forest. Just as he did and others began to get up to retreat as well the mobile suits returned fire. The eastern Nemo raised it's Beam Rifle towards the forest edge and fired upon the SPG-9 and it's crew. It also started peppering the forest with a barrage of 60mm Vulcan fire. Meanwhile the western Nemo sprayed down the Konkur with it's 90mm GM Rifle. The Guntank II fired it's pair of 120mm Recoilless Cannons sending off two high explosive fragmentation shells. The shells hit the mortar platoon wiping them out and stopping their barrage.
Alex was knocked down by an explosion, his vision blinded, and ears ringing as he lay face first in the dirt. Panting he would push himself up disoriented and stumble forward through the forest. His ears and legs not given a break as he would speed back up into a run. His vision tunneled ahead as he kept running, not stopping. Eventually reaching the road where they had all parked and hoping into his M72 Lakota.
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Some time later after laying low for a couple of days Alex was sat down at a table looking through a menu within a Chinese/Cantonese restaurant. This being all the way down in Da Nang, which was actually the same city he lived in. Regardless he was here for more then just a meal, he was here to meet with someone that could help him and his cause out. After the failed raid on Yên Bái Air Base he realized that the equipment his colleagues had touted were not up to task. Current mobile suits shrugged off the antique weapons very easiliy. Maybe things would of been different if he had attacked a base with GM II mobile suits... or maybe not.
Alex adjusted his collar as he sat down the menu, not needing it in particular. He just didn't want to appear suspicious was all. This was because he had been told to come here by someone who was for a lack of a better term shady. Basically he had to order two things off menu to communicate he wanted to talk business. Those items were the Sea cucumber and Snow Fungus soup. Though little did he know that those items signified more then just wanting to talk business.
Alex stared through a set of binoculars as he stood at the edge of the treelines north and approximately 1,000 ft from the hangers at Yên Bái Air Base. About 200 feet west of him a ĐKZ-1 or SPG-9 was being set up and slowly put into place. A 9M113 Konkurs already readied and in place to his east, about 100 feet. A RPG-29 team had been set up at the Konkurs while a RPG-7V team set up at the SPG-9. The SPG-9 was being covered by a NSV with a faulty radar sight and the Konkurs was being supported by a IMI Negev. A small platoon of riflemen spread out throughout the treeline also offering support. Their main armaments being old IWI ACE assault rifles and AK-103 assault rifles. Meanwhile North East and approximately 2,608 ft away surrounded by trees a mortar platoon with 6 82-PM-41 infantry mortars sat. They had arrived on a mix of civilian vehicles and M72 Lakotas in the middle of the night. But now everything was in place.
Alex was nervous as he stared through the binoculars looking over the Federation airbase. It was still early in the day, the sun having just risen over the horizon. He could see four active mobile suits outside their hanger at the moment. There was a RMV-1 Guntank II, 2 x MSA-003 Nemo, and a RGM-86R GM III. All of them were older mobile suits yes, but they packed a serious punch. He glanced over at one of the guerillas he was working with seeing their weapons. Not to mention, their weapons were hardly state of the art. Sweating he would wipe his brow glad that they had not been spotted yet But that could change at any moment he realized.
Hearing his radio come on he would lower the binoculars and listen. the SPG-9 had finished being deployed. With a anxious smirk he would grab his radio."This is Jungle Fox. I want the Konkur on the GM III, the SPG-9 on the Nemo to the west, the RPG-29 on the Nemo to the east, and the RPG-7 on the Guntank. Aim for the legs, disable them as quickly as possible. But the RPG-7 needs to hit the cockpit of the Guntank. Take aim, and open fire at the splashdown of the first mortar." he would say looking through the binoculars again."Mortar Platoon, commence fire mission now!" he would say and very soon the sound of mortars could be heard firing off in the far back ground.
Then just like he had ordered after the first mortar hit the Konkurs, SPG-9, RPG-29, and RPG-7 opened fire. As the mortars peppered the hangers, though were missing more then hitting the mobile suits came under fire."Yes!" Alex would say as he saw the mobile suits all get hit, though with varying degrees of success. The GM III got hit in the leg by the Konkurs, the SPG-9 hit the knee of the Nemo, the RPG-29 hit the pelvic region of it's Nemo, and the RPG-7 hit the torso of the Guntank. However as the mortar fire continued and Alex realized somthing.
"No effect! Fire again!" he would say in a panic as Konkurs, SPG-9, RPG-29, and RPG-7 reloaded. Meanwhile the NSV and IMI Negev opened up with suppressing fire to keep the Federation troops down. The three AT units would fire again, though this time only the SPG-9 and Konkurs managed to land a hit. Even then they did not do any damage once more. However by now the four mobile suits which had come under fire were narrowing in on their attackers. Their heads scanning the treelines and easiliy spotting the AT units. Though strangely the Guntank was not doing so, it simply started aiming it's weapon elsewhere after a moment.
Alex's heart sank right then and there as he tossed aside the binoculars."Retreat!" he would yell into the radio as he turned around and began to run into the forest. Just as he did and others began to get up to retreat as well the mobile suits returned fire. The eastern Nemo raised it's Beam Rifle towards the forest edge and fired upon the SPG-9 and it's crew. It also started peppering the forest with a barrage of 60mm Vulcan fire. Meanwhile the western Nemo sprayed down the Konkur with it's 90mm GM Rifle. The Guntank II fired it's pair of 120mm Recoilless Cannons sending off two high explosive fragmentation shells. The shells hit the mortar platoon wiping them out and stopping their barrage.
Alex was knocked down by an explosion, his vision blinded, and ears ringing as he lay face first in the dirt. Panting he would push himself up disoriented and stumble forward through the forest. His ears and legs not given a break as he would speed back up into a run. His vision tunneled ahead as he kept running, not stopping. Eventually reaching the road where they had all parked and hoping into his M72 Lakota.
---
Some time later after laying low for a couple of days Alex was sat down at a table looking through a menu within a Chinese/Cantonese restaurant. This being all the way down in Da Nang, which was actually the same city he lived in. Regardless he was here for more then just a meal, he was here to meet with someone that could help him and his cause out. After the failed raid on Yên Bái Air Base he realized that the equipment his colleagues had touted were not up to task. Current mobile suits shrugged off the antique weapons very easiliy. Maybe things would of been different if he had attacked a base with GM II mobile suits... or maybe not.
Alex adjusted his collar as he sat down the menu, not needing it in particular. He just didn't want to appear suspicious was all. This was because he had been told to come here by someone who was for a lack of a better term shady. Basically he had to order two things off menu to communicate he wanted to talk business. Those items were the Sea cucumber and Snow Fungus soup. Though little did he know that those items signified more then just wanting to talk business.
