The Draft

[Nikolai]

Nevada Desert - 1634 hours, June 23, 2169
Latitude: 38.983894
Longitude: -118.064575
Conditions: Cloudless, Dry
Temperature: 102 Degrees Fahrenheit

Situation: At 0800 hours, it was confirmed that a small group of Fur Soldiers was cut off from their source during an extraction when a high-powered explosive discharge went out from a nearby enemy position, bringing down the extraction VTOL. They have held their positions since.

Your assignment is to enter the area, and get the pinned down soldiers out with a little conflict as possible.


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Miercole Shure was in a cave, her side to a wall for cover as she waited. The sun glaring at her, goggles over her eyes allowed her to see the moving bodies of several humans. They came over a hill, and she hesitated on the trigger. If they already knew where she was, as well as her fellow soldiers, then shooting now would give them a good advantage. If the humans weren't on to them however, shooting now would just give away their position. So in the end, she waited, tracking all of the humans.

There were three furs with her, all hidden in the darkness of the cave. It was her turn to keep watch, and she was doing it well. She barely knew the other three, they were from a separate group that ended up in the same position she did at the extraction point. But furs were furs, soldiers were soldiers, and lives were lives. She had to make sure they survived, and they would do the same for her, she hoped.

One of the humans began to walk toward them. She silently held a fist up, signaling to cease all noise, including excessive breathing. Even the smallest movement could give them away. The human got closer and her eyes narrowed as she prepared to pull the trigger if he got any closer....  when he casually turned direction, and went behind a large rock. She wasn't going to risk amping up the power of her rifle so she could shoot through the rock just to kill one human. The explosion and noise alone would announce their position to anyone nearby. She waited for him to come out.

And he did, though not from where she expected. When she caught sight of him, he was only twenty feet away. She dared not move, as adrenaline pumped through her veins. She calmed her breathing now, so her heartbeat wouldn't pound like a drum to scream her position toward them. For what seemed like an eternity, he stood there, surveying, and occasionally speaking inaudibly into a communication device. Then, as quickly as he came, he left.

She waited a few more minutes before breathing a sigh of relief. They were safe, for now.



The Transport aircraft entered the zone, slowly lowering to a minimal altitude to stay out of satellite surveillance. Inside were the few furs who's job was already given. They were rescuers. The pilot began to speak via a loudspeaker to the group. "Intel's in. We've got several human vehicles, including a helicopter. Possibly thirty to forty soldiers, and only one identified surviving fur, though I'm sure there's more with him. The plan's to not give them a reason to hop into that copter. Get in, get out."

The mission was simple, but dangerous. That was the first thought that went through the mind of one fur, who went by the name of Nikolai King. A red and white Squirrel, part medic, part rifleman, he sat there watching his boots as the craft slowed down.

They slowly landed into a small valley. "This is as far as I can take you. You're about one and a half klick's from their nearby position. Intel says we've got a small group of nearby soldiers, you'll either have to go around or go through them. One or the other. Good luck."

The door of the aircraft opened into the bright desert light, and Nikolai stepped out, rifle in hand. He quickly backed away and got behind a rock as the aircraft began to empty. If there's one thing to learn from this mission, it's that insertions and extractions are dangerous business, and if the humans were to discover them already, that aircraft was going down, and he'd be in between it and the ground.

[Wolfgang]

Wolfgang hopped out and got behind some rocks close to him, he cocked his assualt rifle and was ready to use it.

[Golge]

gizor leapt out of the aircraft, as he hit the sand, his skin automatically changed to the general colour and pattern of the sand. he took a position behind a rock and waited for the others to make the first move

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Frank had been in the desert sands for about a month... watching the sun and moon rise and fall over the days that pass, and waiting for any other Humans to come by. He twisted the top off of a metal bottle filled with Water and took a drink from it. Using the scope on his Sniper Rifle he carefully watched the Human battalion march through the scorching heat of the desert. "I have to make it back to the main Human base before they leave..." He packed up his equipment and made his way to the Men, warry of the Furs that are no doubt watching him.

[Nikolai]

As Ghost neared, Nikolai stood still. He didn't speak out of tenseness when confronted by the question, but instead just gave a polite nod. He had to mentally loosen himself up for this first...

Nikolai watched as the aircraft made it's way out of the zone safely. He sighed with relief, then put a signal up for the group to head out. He spoke into a microphone on his helmet that would let them hear what he was saying without him having to loudly tell them. "Okay... we'll make our way east toward the enemy camp and fan out near it. Keep guns silent and try to surround them. If we can pass by unnoticed, all the better, but if we get spotted, we'll at least be in the position to deliver a quick victory. Move out."



"How goes the hunt?" Said the commanding human to one of the recon soldiers. The man was eager to learn if the enemy had been found.

A disheartening nod followed from the soldier. "We have no sign of them, but they couldn't have escaped, we have them surrounded."

Slightly frustrated, the commander shook it off. "Very well, continue the search." After the transmission ended, he sat down, returning to shining his gun. He wished he could just bomb the whole race off the face of the earth, not go through all this trouble. He pointed his gun outward toward a window, checking the leveling and aim. It worked beautifully, but he dare not fire, lest he let the 'animals' hear his location, as they would most likely come after him. He WAS the driving force behind this company anyway. No other man in the human army was better than him at what he did.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Frank sifted through the radio channels, keeping the volume down, finding the Human channel -known to him because he used to be a part of the Human military- he wispered, "This is Sergeant Major Frank Keegan to Human Military, do you read?"

[DaiRraito IS, FurryLAE.]

( Nik, I'll take Squad Leader if you want.  In your OOC Post, it said you'd take it "For now"... So...  *meep* )
Shane was behind the rock where Ghost originally was, preparing his FN STORM.  It was made particularly for this war. (FN SCAR v4, pretty much )
STORM's took the classic NATO rounds.  Shane also had a Jericho 941 F 9mm handgun.
"Alright... Let's see..." Shane ducked out from behind the rock.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

"I know this is the channel..." He quickly searched around him, seeing if anybody was watching.

Nobody, yet.

[Nikolai]

((@Dai: Then You get to make decisions such as whether or not to go around, or through the enemy camp.))

A radio transmission came into the Human camp. Scott Williams received it, and replied. "We read you. Name your purpose and ID." Scott wasn't picky, but he didn't like linking  up with stragglers. However, Human intel could be useful.



Miercole was done with her shift, but she continued to do a second shift, letting the other soldiers rest a while longer. It was nerve-racking, but she found the time calming, so she could think about their situation. The Hunting Humans had already dispersed, and most likely wouldn't be back for a while.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Frank opened the data-pad that held his basic records, and {[Fax?]} sent the data to Williams through a portable computer.

Name: Frank Keegan

Draft Number: 000001

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance: {[ From http://www.tektek.org/dream/ ]} http://public2.tektek.org/img/av/0811/d19/1323/7e7052.png

Preferred style of direct combat: Leave no survivors, never give ground and do not retreat.

Role In Squad: Multi-Purpose. Can use many skills, although he is not quite as good at a single task compared to a specialist, his skills are widely considered the best of all soldiers.

Personality: Throughout his military career, Frank has held fast to one basic rule: get the job done. He has been called cold, calculating, and brutal. His reputation for ruthless efficiency makes his fellow soldiers wary of him. But when failure is not an option, the military always goes to him first. And like many Humans, he has a great dislike for Furs, he hates them because they are Sub-Human, yet still they think of themselves as better than Humans.

History: Frank was an orphan raised on the streets of the great megatropolises covering Earth. He escaped the life of petty crime and underworld gangs when he was drafted by the Human military long before the war with the Furs broke out. During his service, a mission he was on went horribly wrong. Trapped in an extreme survival situation, Frank had to overcome physical torments and psychological stresses that would have broken most people. Frank survived while all those around him fell, and now he is alone.

"Does that clarify things, sir?"

{[I'm only working with that, I can't come up with anything realistic right now.]}

[Nikolai]

Scott was impressed. Very, impressed. Though slightly put off, this guy was definitely useful. He would have to play this right if he wanted to get what he wanted out of this. "State your purpose." At the least, he had to know WHY he was being contacted after all.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

"Everyone in my battalion is dead, all vehicles are destroyed, I am stranded in the desert, attempting to get back to HQ."

[Nikolai]

Scott nodded. That was about all he needed. "We've got a fix on your location. We will dispatch a team to bring you into camp." He called for four men to carry out his orders, resulting in only a few soldiers being left at the camp itself, all of them spread out at separate positions or looking for the surviving furs. After double-checking the coordinates that came in with the radio call, he sent the men out. they would arrive in about fifteen minutes to Frank's position.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

"I'll be here." Frank then switched off the radio he waited for the team to arrive.

[Nikolai]

Indeed, the line between the enemy camp and the fur group, and the line between Frank and the group to find him had intersected. The first conflict of the day.

Nikolai got behind a rock, then aimed over it with his gun, silently waiting for the order to attack from Shane. He whispered, "I have a clear shot of the leader of the group. They haven't spotted me." Shane would have to make the decision quickly, if he wanted to be able to catch the enemy by surprise.

It was a group of about 4 human soldiers, who were unaware of the enemy presence. They were making a rather noisy beeline toward Rank's location on foot, rather than on a vehicle. All of the vehicles seemed to be used up searching for Miercole and her surviving furs. This gave Shane's group a good advantage.