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Somewhere in the Pacific, 60 miles east of the Phillipines04:00June 5th2017 The dark sky was aglow with the reflected light of dawn, about to break over the horizon, though the rolling waves of the seas around the The multi-national formation of naval vessels formed a constellation of lights adrift in the darkness, accompanied by a cacophony of sound as men and women prepared for battle.
On the flight deck of one of the larger ships, the flat-topped shape of the USS
Wasp, an amphibious landing ship, Ryan Kincaide verbally whipped his men and women into motion, chivvying them into the hold of a waiting MH-53 Super Stallion. The bird sat, rotors turning, among others on the deck as part of an assault force. Several hundred feet away over the water an aircraft carrier flung Super Hornets into the air.
"Look alive, ya bunch of miserable buggers!" shouted the horse as he waved them all on, his M4 hanging by it's sling atop the mass of black gear and assault vest, turning his outline into a sci-fi soldier. "We've got a date on shore with the hostiles, and they get uppity if we don't turn up on time to kick their arses!"
He patted backs and shoved shoulders as the others ran past, counting them into the ramp and the red-lit interior of the cavernous helicopter, pausing only as the roar of launching missiles interrupted him. Fire and smoke erupted from the foredeck of a destroyer, the vertical-launch system spitting SLAM Missiles as part of the initial wave to knock out defences. The Hornets would then hit the radar-guided guns and missiles, giving the choppers a clear run to the shore.
"That's our cue!" He called out, following them into the interior before the ramp closed. Throwing himself into one of the seats, he buckled himself in before the chopper rose skyward, pressing him into the seat. Immediately, the big helo tipped forward, gaining speed and hugging the waves as it plowed onward, escorted by supercobra gunships.
There was little to see, and even less to hear with the defeaning roar of rotor blades filling the cabin. The oadmaster and door gunners gave the team a thumbs up, the loadmaster pressing his hands to his head as the massive helicopter ate up the miles. holding up one hand, he indicated ten minutes. Ryan nodded and then looked around the faces of the others, indicating to give their gear a last check.
All too soon, the chopper flared, and the cabine briefly rattled to the sound of gunfire, before the minigun on the front right side of the cabine opened up with its' ripping snarl, before the ramp dropped.
"Go!" screamed Ryan, shoving and pulling them out as the door came down. "Go, go!"
The mission as briefed had been to move toward the HQ building identified on recon pictures; a two-level structure at the centre of the camp, with suspected underground sections. A further cave system on the eastern shore was a suspected hiding place for more of the enemies' intel and equipment, and they'd move there second, after the area had been hit by shell-fire from the naval ships.
As the group de-bussed, Ryan had his rifle to his shoulder and firing, even as the supercobras lashed the outlyign positions with gunfire and rockets, silencing a machine-gun position. Small knots of men with guns fired back at them as they moved.
"Keep moving!" he yelled. Suppressive fire and head for the HQ,!"
