ROSA: Republic Vs Rebellion

[Bryce.]

Sounds good Snares, I'll update later on buddy.

[Oddsock]

CAS Pt. I

*Starting the day after I have chosen the two pilots to fly with me*

 

The convoy was just pulling out when we -- I, Ghallager, and Stable -- reached Las Venturas. The convoy, consisting of twelve Barracks, four Patriots, and a single Rhino, was to travel down the Strip, east on the Julius Thruway, head down around Blueberry, across the northern outskirts of Los Santos, then follow weave around two known Speratist and Rebel spots (check the map) and end up in Angel Pine.

 

Ghallager, the redneck, on my right, was flying a modified cropduster that dropped para-cluster bombs (I forget their exact name) which were very small packets of shrapnel attatched to a parachute, and when released in clusters, they would explode, sending shards of steel everywhere. They weren't large and fast enough to kill unless you were hit in a vital organ or riddled with them. His engine was also spruced up so he could keep up with Stable and I.

 

Stable, on my left, was previously in the ROSAAAF, and was flying a Hydra laden with FFAR (Folding-Fin Aerial Rockets) pods and two cluster bombs. I was flying a Hydra as well, one thing I rarely do. I also had some FFAR's, but packed four AGM-65E "Maverick" Air-to-ground missiles.

 

The small "parade" through the Strip and along the Julius Thruway was low. We would stay in formation and get ahead about five miles, then turn back and repeat. Lots of folks stood on the sidewalks and were either cheering or jeering, but I didn't see any stuff being thrown, so it seemed like cheering. I wouldn't have had any doubt if the Strip weren't a Rebel hotspot.

 

After exiting Las Venturas, we quickly stopped at the nearby town (forget the name) to the far East and the convoy picked up some more supplies and vehicles. We continued onward.

 

The first action came when we entered the outskirts of Los Santos. In Mulholland some Seperatists had been skittering around there, and as we were heading down torwards the countryside, two talking Latinos on a roof suddenly drew their weapons -- which were previously unseen -- and fired on the lead Partiot. Very, very bad move.

 

We, the planes, could do nothing. It was too dangerous, but the entire convoy immediately sprang into action. It was almost funny, like a turtle had suddenly been pumped full of espresso and pure caffiene. Legions of soldiers leapt out of vehicles and shot up the roof. One Separatist fell immediately. The second dived down, but the firing continued. The soldiers had enough ammo and time to chip away the entire roof with bullets. After about three seconds, however, a voice came through the radio.

 

"Cease fire, cease fire! Get back in the trucks and watch the buildings. We're moving back out. No time to waste on one dumbass Seperatist." a growling voice said. Obviously some commander.

 

It was complete luck we got out of Los Santos with no more resistance. Usually such an outpost is a close-proximity alert station. If they fire, then everyone else does. As we exited the city from the lower west side, we entered Rebel territory. No resitance, but as we were nearing some Sep territory that was rubbing against the Rebel side, a soldier spoke out. "Sir, I'm in the sixth truck, and I think I saw some movement in the treeline on our 3 o' clock." said the timid young voice. The commander spoke back. "Alright, hold your fire. ou know the rules of engagement; don't fire until fired upon. It could be some deer, or some farm kids." he responded.

"Roger, sir." replied the soldier, and the conversation ended. I, through our radio channel, ordered Ghallager to go look. He dove down and began sweeping across the trees quite gracefully when the convoy entered a long, uphill, twisting road (see it on the map). He replied.

 

"Uhh, sir, I've taken some looks. These ain't no kids, I think them's Reb--" he was interrupted by an ear-shattering war cry over the radio. I saw Stable's plane accidently jerk upwards.

 

I looked down. Instantaneously, a huge amount of Rebels, maybe 75-125 in strength, began running for the convoy. They had managed to sneak up the hill surrounding the winding path, and now more were streaming from the woods. Some were armed, but not a lot. Suddenly, a second voice broke in:

 

"What the hell!? This is our convoy, Rebel bullsh*tters! Forward, comrades! Claim this victory for the Seperatists!!!" yelled a sort of French accent over the radio channel. A second invasion force from the other side of the road came in, all Seperatists. The soldiers were completely swarmed, and most were instantly knocked off of trucks, but some fough back eagerly, using their M4's and M249's fiercely. I ordered for Stable and Ghallager to do their stuff. Immediately Stable broke off and entered a strafing pattern. Ghallager hovered above him, confused as to what to do. I took the side opposite Stable; the Seperatist side.

 

I flicked the weapons safety system off and selected my FFAR's first. I had 54 to spare. I lined up nice and easy, lowered the throttle, and guided myself onto the advancing lines of Speratists. I held the trigger for a second, pulling up slightly when I did. Ten rockets streamed ahead, each heading at a different angle. They struck the ground, kicking up fire and dirt, and humans. In a flash I was facing the blue skies again. I reduced throttle a bit and let my plane slow down, then I pulled back around for another run. Ghallager was still frozen. I yelled to him.

 

"Ghallager, the Rebels are your crops! Spray your crops!" I said. He snapped to, and fell into a very, very low strafing pattern. Many of the Rebels noticed him and began firing. In panic, he dropped the hundreds of bombs prematurely, but most made it over the rush of the Rebels. As he pulled up, this engine began streaming a small wisp of black smoke. The small bombs exploded, anywhere from ten to 25 feet from the ground, sending shard everywhere. Heaps of the Rebels fell. Some stopped to look, possibly contemplated retreating. Stable gave them no time. He came in right behind Ghallager and unloaded a myriad of rockets on the same line. The paused Rebels just...disappeared.

 

I came back into the strafing pattern and noticed some Bobcats and other random trucks were rumbling down the Seperatist side. Some had MG's on the back. I clicked my FFAR's at two, then selected my main gun. Both technicals went up in flames, one of which crashed down onto the road in a fiery mess of metal. Ghallager came in from in front of me and took out another technial, his bullets spraying the entire side of the car. It rushed forward, driver dead, and slammed into a Barracks. The sudden shake tripped up the soldiers, who were all suddenly thrown out. The vehicle was commandeered now by some Rebels. A final technial smashed into a Patriot. It rolled off the hill, crushing a few Rebels on the way.

 

Now both Seperatists and Rebels had vehicles out and were at the convoy. It was a complete bloodfest. It got tenser and tenser with each second. Stable, I could tell, was really getting into it. It took him only seven seconds to get back into the pattern and fire. It was just as I was pulling around from a run that I noticed Ghallager was heading opposite Stable on the same run. I tried to warn him on the radio, but too late did Ghallager, in his lazy Cropduster, pull up. Stable's fast-moving composite-made Hydra clipped its wing against Ghallager's. Immediately Ghallager's wing snapped like a twig and the entire plane was thrown at a 45 degree angle. It evened out violently, then slowly began heading for the ground. Ghallager pulled up, but the air flow over the single wing made the plane spin. He stopped it upside down, but just then he crashed, the plane erupting in a small fireball, but mainly dust. Debris scattered forward, making a large scar in the Earth.

 

Suddenly, a massive ball of Seperatists reached the Rhino and burst open the hatch. The tank crew evacuated, but was beaten on the way out. A few Seps crawled in and screamed in joy over the radio. The new driver ran over an abandoned Barracks and the gunner swiveled the turret and fired point-blank at some Rebels. Only one thing to do.

 

It was risky, but I selected my Maverick missile and armed one. I hurriedly entered a pattern to strafe the tank. The sound of the lock-on system buzzed lazily as I closed in on the green box surrounding the Rhino. Finally, a shrill, light tone sounded, and I fired. The missile made no noise as it dislodged itself and streaked ahead. I passed over just as it hit the Rhino. Quickly I turned and saw I had gotten a direct hit. One side was entirely bloated, while the other was billowing smoke. It looked as it a child had pulled it open like it was made out of clay.

 

At this both parties began retreating, but not without taking three Barracks and two Patriots. One other Barrack was destroyed, and so was the tank and the Patriot that had rolled down the hill. Stable and I continued with the rest of the convoy until we reached Angel Pine.

 

Mission Accomplished.

[lumpy.flippy]

Thanx for the opportunity!!! I'll be working on a short intro story....

 

btw OdDsOcK: You make our separatist guys seem like green toy soldiers, mowing them down like that !!!

[Bryce.]

Great story sock, good work man. Points updated. Announcements will be made this weekend.

[Lochie_old]

Radical story dude! Back from camp.

[Stezza]

Yeah, awesome story Sock. You deserve two points for that.

 

Phusion: How was camp? Where'd ya go?

 

I've got a story written, just waiting clarification from MI7. Damn I haven't posted in a while ...

 

 

[Bryce.]

Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated points yet, I keep getting a 500 error. I will do so tonight after finals.

 

 

[gillies]

Just a note that D2TK has been banned so he will need to be executed.

[Eddie Sindacco]

Oh and ive quit because im sick of Arbusto puttin me on a different team every few days and in turn making me edit my stories time and time again.

[Brad]

Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated points yet, I keep getting a 500 error. I will do so tonight after finals.

I get that sometimes..

 

 

Sorry for inactivity people. I just haven't found time to get on ROSA. Sorry

[Oddsock]

Great story sock, good work man. Points updated. Announcements will be made this weekend.

Thanks. To use an analogy, it was kinda like when you get consipated, then finally get out -- in one big push -- that humongous turd causing you the problem.

[Bryce.]

Well I'm a bit burnt out on making videos right now guys. I may just go back to writing stories for a bit. However, I've been talking to a few people at SAMP and I think it may be possible to have, for a limited time, a speical type of SAMP that we could use to make videos in without all of the text and such. If so, that would make for some kick ass movie making.

 

I'm too lazy to update points right now, however, Tom and I will be discussing ROSA matters later on this evening.

 

Toodle's!

[GOA Arbusto]

Points updated. I have removed D2TK from the roster, seeing as he has been busted. The new ranks and a few other notices will be posted tomorrow.

 

Thank you

[Lochie_old]

Umm... Fella's... Im not on the roster...

[alexrw]

Sorry i havn't been posting for a while. *cough* sa-mp *cough*. Mostly because i couldn't get on GTAForums for a while. My bookmark broke.

 

I'm making a new story so i can get some more points. I need some stealth equipment. I am a spy afterall.

 

I'll post the story here when it's ready.

 

By the way Bryce, I can't wait to see your Operation Sunday vids. Hopefully Winamp's or WMP'S brightness isn't screwed up again.

[Bryce.]

Hey Alex.

 

BTW were you in the Party Server the other day? I could have sworn I saw you. I agree, SAMP is majorly addicting.

[gta_player5]

Chapter 7:

 

I'm lying in the alleyway face down, unconscious. While I was knocked out something big must've happened because I wake up to the noise of police sirens flooding the streets. I open my eyes, and look up only to see a group of people. One of them walks towards. He stands in front of me, staring at me for about 30 seconds then he starts speaking.

 

"Get up bitch." He pulls out his SMG and walks closer to me. "Did you not hear me, I said get up."

 

I'm on my knees and confused does not move, I just stare up at the man. He then starts to speak up.

 

"Ok, since you're not moving, I bet you don't know who I am. Me, I'm Alexrw, the crew I'm with are the..."

 

I interrupt him mid-sentence.

 

"Revolution. What do you want with me?" I ask still on my knees and vision blurred.

 

"We heard there was going to be some Separatist bitches were coming through here. And guess what? What we heard was right!" He walks up to me, and pistol-whips me with his weapon. "Now what did I say before, get up bitch."

 

I fall to the ground and wipe the blood away from my lip, he turns and starts walking back to the group of people he is with and speaks up.

 

"Ok, Snares? Where is Snares?" Snares is a large man about 6'5" tall and about 250 pounds, he walks out of the crowd wielding a rifle.

 

"Yea boss?"

 

"You, take GTAP back to the house in Canton, make sure he doesn't leave. Got it?"

 

"Yea boss, I got it." Snares shakes hands with Alexrw.

 

Alexrw then starts speaking to the group.

 

"Ok everyone, lets move out we need to get out of here before..." Before he can finish his sentence about 10 police cars flood the alley way, Alexrw then starts yelling. "Scatter! Scatter!"

 

But to no avail the police have blocked both end of the alleyway. I then get up and start thinking to myself before I start to book it back to Glen Park. I'm just thinking to myself, not this sh*t again, I had to deal with this sh*t twice in 2 days. I get up off my knees and rub my eyes, my vision is still a little blurred but good enough that I can see where I'm going. I start to run and I get towards the end of the alley and am ambushed by 2 police officers, one of them starts yelling.

 

"Get in the car, if you have ANY weapons hand them over right now! We're bringing you in!" He then hits me in the leg with his nightstick to immobilize me. I fall to the ground and they then pick me up and throw me in the squad car.

 

They get in the car and start driving I'm sitting in the back yelling and trying to kick the cage out.

 

"I didn't do anything! Let me out!"

 

They see this and know I'll most likely kick out the cage, so they remove their hats and their very dark sunglasses. They remove those items only for me to see Ottae and Kippers. Both laughing hysterically, Ottae starts speaking.

 

"Hey buddy. How's everything going?"

 

To Be Continued...

Edited May 20, 2006 by gta_player5

[Bryce.]

Great story nick, it was great like all the rest of 'em.

 

Ok well I'm working on the new rules and stuff now, I will post them as soon as I am done. Sorry for the wait.

[GOA Arbusto]

 

Table of Contents •Introduction of Ranks •Awards •Promotions and Demotions •Explanation for MI7's abscence •Executions
Introduction of Ranks
Each faction will no implement a new set of ranks that you can be premoted or demoted to. These ranks are based on your activity as well as your character. Promotions and demotions will take place on the 17th of every month, just like everything else.   The new ROSA Ranks are as follows:   •Field Marshall •General de Brigada •Master Sargent •Captain, First Class •Platoon Leader •Priavate   The new Rebel ranks are as follows:   •Head of State •Field Marshal •Lieutenant •Private   The new Separatist ranks are as follows:   •El Presidente •Generalissimo •Major •Colonel •Corporal •Sergeant •Priavate, First Class •Private
Awards
gta_player5 has been awarded a badge for his courage in battle and his consistancy in the ROSA Thread ~Phusion~ has been awarded a badge for his bravery in battle and for his loyalty to the Separatist Faction OdDsOcK has been awarded a badge for his amazing skills and because I like him     Video and Stories of the Month   gta_player5 has recieved the 'Story of the month Award Ottae and Alexrw has recieved the 'Video of the month Award
Promotions and Demotions
ROSA Promotions   •OdDsOcK has been promoted to General de Brigada •Bradd0 has been promoted to Captain, First Class •Baptiste has been promoted to Platoon Leader   Rebel Promotions   •Alexrw has been promoted to Lieutenant   Separatist Promotions   ~Phusion~ has been promoted to Private, First Class gta_player5 has been promoted to Corporal
Explanation of MI7's Abscence
MI7, leader of teh Rebel Faction, as most of you have noticed, has been unable to post lately. He is involved in many different organizations in the GTA scene. I know he has promised that he would produce a video soon, but right now he is extremely busy. I hope you will all continue to be patient and wait.
Executions
D2TK Ridcardomun Eddie Sindacco   You may post who you would like to kill in the topic or via PM. First come first serve

Edited May 21, 2006 by GOA Arbusto

[Bryce.]

Hey guys make sure you check out the news letter as well as the front pages. I've spent the past hour and a half recoding the roster and all kind of crap like that.

 

Snares, I updated your weaponry and pts.

 

Thank you.

[gta_player5]

Whoa, thanks for the recognition on my stories. I personally haven't thought anything of them, I thought they've been slipping lately. But this shows that they're appreciated. I enjoy posting in here, and I will continue to do so.

[Oddsock]

YES! FREE STUFF CUZ I'M LIKED!1

 

Thanks.

[Snares]

Cheers Bryce.

 

I'm gonna have a story posted tonight or tomorrow.

 

The rebel table is a wee bit messed up Bryce.

Edited May 21, 2006 by Snares

[GOA Arbusto]

Points have been updated as well as awards.

 

MacSandNines is also on the execution table so, anyone who would like to execute him, please do so like you would with the others. Thank you.

[gta_player5]

Chapter 8:

 

As we drive in the police squad car, Ottae and Kippers continue to laugh hysterically. Ottae then speaks up.

 

"You should've seen yourself just now. 'Ooh, let me out, I didn't do anything' hehe." he says while laughing. "That was classic, ehh Kippers?"

 

"Yea, I agree, I haven't seen something as funny as that in a while." Kippers stops laughing and then turns to me and starts speaking. "Gillies wants to see you. He didn't say what this meeting was about but it sounds big. I think you might be in trouble."

 

 

I am naturally worried to hear that I'm in hot water with not only the police but my own faction leader. I'm thinking that it is over my meeting with the CO in Glen Park, but who knows. I start to speak with Kippers.

 

"Damn, so he didn't say what this was about? I hope this isn't to bad."

 

"Sorry man, I can't help you out here, he didn't say what was going on. He was pissed at us for getting our tv time" he says chuckling.

 

"TV time?" I ask.

 

"Yea, when we sped away to get me to the hospital, and when you got arrested. They had a chopper on us but we ditched them and the car."

 

"What?! You lost my car?!" I ask in outrage "That was MY car, what am I going to use now?"

 

We arrive at a red light and stop, while there Ottae turns around in the driver seat and starts to speak.

 

"Well.."he starts laughing "We got you a Faggio to drive." Both him and Kippers burst out laughing. "We though that would fit your personality."

 

"Oh, real nice, thanks." I say with sarcasm.

 

We continue driving and arrive at the house where I am to meet with Gillies. Ottae and Kippers both exit the car, and open the door for me since it can only be opened from the outside. I step out of the car and walk to the door.

 

"You ready?" asks Ottae

 

"I don't know." I reply in saying.

 

"In any case good luck in there." he says

 

I walk through the doorway and meet Gillies sitting at a desk. I walk into the room and he points to a chair so I sit in the chair. He then starts speaking.

 

"What the hell was that? What the hell was that stunt you pulled on the highway? Fleeing the scene of a crime, also I heard about your bribery of a CO, we're not a f*cking witness protection agency here!" He yells, at this point he is out of the chair and standing. "Not only that, the same day you bribe that officer you nearly get into a street fight with the Revolution?! I had to organize those squad cars because I caught word they were planning something against you! You're lucky I don't shoot you right now, the only reason I won't do that is because of the good job you did for me back in Whetstone. Now I've got 1 job for you. Do you think you can handle it?"

 

I just sit there like a scolded dog and nod my head without saying a word.

 

"Ok, here it is. Theres some one by the name of MacSandNinEs down in the Commerce area of Los Santos, you need to take him out. It shouldn't be hard, just do it any way you can. If you need help take Ottae and Kippers. And for Christ sake don't let me see any of you in the f*cking news." He says.

 

"Ok, will do. I won't let you down." I get up out of the chair and exit the room. I exit through the front door and both Ottae and Kippers are standing on both sides of the door. Kippers then starts to speak.

 

"How was it in there? Was he angry?"

 

"You tell me, He said the only reason he didn't shoot me was because of what I did in Whetstone."

 

"Damn that's worse then what he said to us. I don't remember exactly but it wasn't even half as bad as that."

 

Ottae turns to me and asks me something.

 

"Ok, enough of the chit chat, did he give you an assignment?"

 

"Yea, he said to take out MacSandNinEs, some guy in the Commerce area. He said to take you two along with me. "

 

"Ok then we'll take care of that later. We'll meet up here tomorrow? Good, because its 12:14 a.m. right now. So lets go home get a good night sleep and be ready for tomorrow."

 

We all shake hands and go on our ways, I walk home through the neighborhoods of Los Santos. My mind, blank, I have no thoughts running through my mind. I just want to go to sleep, it was a stressful day to say the least. I don't want to let down Gillies, and I don't want to be on the news...again. I get to my house and just crash on the couch, I'm too tired to even walk up the stairs. I sleep for the night and wake up in the morning to the sound of some one banging on my door and ringing the door bell frantically.

 

I get up, rub my eyes, and walk to the door to see who it is. Its Ottae and Kippers both dressed in the same police uniforms. I open the door and Ottae starts speaking.

 

"What the f*ck? Its 1:00 in the afternoon! We were supposed to meet the house in the morning."

 

"I'm sorry I guess I was just that tired, I came home and just crashed on the couch man. Here let me get ready."

 

"Yes, go get ready. Hurry Up!" he yells.

 

I quickly get dressed and go outside. We all get into the squad car in start to drive to Commerce. It is a silent drive until we reach the Commerce section.

 

"Do we know where he lives, or works?" I ask.

 

"No, we don't we just have to find where he is on the street." replies Kippers.

 

We drive around for several minutes and then we spot him.

 

"There! There, there, there!" exclaims Ottae.

 

"Where?" asks Kippers

 

"He's over there getting a hot dog from the vendor."

 

"Ok, lets do this." Says Kippers.

 

The two get out of the squad car and walk over to MacSandNinEs, he throws the hot dog at them and starts to run but is quickly immobilized when Kippers hits him in the leg with his nightstick. They bring him to the car and place him in the back, hands cuffed, with me.

 

We then drive to the Ocean Docks in Los Santos, to a cargo field, where Ottae and Kippers let me and MacSandNinEs out of the squad car. They walk him into the field I am closely following they throw him on the ground behind a large cargo container. I then draw a pistol from my back pocket. MacSandNinEs then starts speaking.

 

"No, c'mon man, please you don't gotta do this man. I gots money, you need that? Everybody needs money 'round here." He continues asking not to do so. I reply in saying.

 

"Sorry man."

 

Then I shoot him, all that is heard is the 'thud' when he hit the floor.

 

To be continued...

 

[Brad]

Thanks Bryce for my promotion!

 

I am honored to be Captain of the ROSA team. I still haven't got round getting my story done. I could do it by tonight. SA-MP and other GTA Scene things. Like... 24

 

Anyway. See you guys.

[Lochie_old]

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"Private, get over here!" Sergeant Cooper yelled, Phusion commando crawled over to his position.

 

"Yes sarge?" Phusion asked,

 

"Can you see it?" Cooper whispered,

 

"See what?"

 

"The armada of tanks, the Corps... The Republik dogs!" Cooper's voice was flat,

 

"All my life I have waited for this moment, when the Republik shall be crushed!" His voice changed, it sounded angered.

 

"Tell the troops to sadle up, we head out in 10 minutes" Cooper walked off.

 

Phusion wandered over to the mess hall, the Sep's small camp was located in the desert. As he grabbed the megaphone, he told the troops the Sargents orders. Men scurried around grabbing their weapons.

 

"Yo, Phusion! Hurry up and help attach Eric's M60 to your car!" Someone yelled,

 

Phusion turned around and saw his 3 other squad members. Gunnery Sargent Eric Behitz, Private James Cuda and Corporal Nick Badavadohz, AKA Bada for short.

 

"Well, you gonna stand there all day?" Bada said,

 

"Alright, I'll go grab his bipod" Phusion rushed to their small tent and opened up Eric's case, grabbed his bipod and rushed back to the Picador.

 

All of the Sep's cars had been taken to a Transfender in Los Santos, and painted Desert Camoflauge. As Phusion jumped on the back of the tray and attached the bipod to the roof of the car, Eric and James heaved the heavy M60 onto the ute,

 

"I'll go grab some screws and a drill" Bada ran off,

 

"So, are you boys up for this?" Eric said, with his rough, "Don't f*ck with me" voice.

 

"Yeah, it'll be a change from exploding buildings and protecting Mainland" Phusion told him, James just sat there and stared into the hot desert sand,

 

"Private, are you alright?" Eric checked,

 

"Yeah, just nervous"

 

Bada ran back with the drill and the screws, they attached the bipod, they then went through their weapons. As driver, Phusion only needed a Tec-9 and a pistol. Two of the squad had M-4's attached to their backs, while James had a Ruger and a Colt Python, banned in all states except for Vice City.

 

"Alright boys, lets move on out!" Bada hollered, James jumped into the passenger seat, Eric grabbed his M60 and started moving it around. And Bada drilled a small hole, big enough for the barrel of his M-4 to fit into, Phusion started up the engine, the radio came on and some static hit, but then a message came:

 

"Repeat, all squads report to the front of the camp, ROSA are expected to come in half an hour" It was Sergeant Cooper, Phusion drove along the track and arrived to the rows of cars and bikes.

 

"... And we shall fight for our rights, for freedom, for honour!" Phusion heard, he kept tuning in and out. A gun shot went off and everyone looked ahead, the Republik had arrived.

 

"CHARGE!" Cooper screamed, all the cars started, and they charged down the hill as ROSA jeeps and 4 tanks approached them, followed by a giant squadron of footsoliders, the first death for both sides were the two head cars, slamming head on into each other, exploding into a pile of flames. Phusion floored the ute, he could hear Eric's M60 going off as Jame's Ruger went off everywhere, he could hear from the back:

 

"Phusion, try and bring us to the back of that first Rhino!" It was Bada's voice, As the jeeps and various cars took shot's at each other, Phusion saw his chance to take out a unsuspected Mesa, he slammed the gas, and then fishtailed right behind it, before the ROSA troops at the back could take him out, Bada had jumped up and let off a hail of bullets, 2 of the soliders heads exploded, while the final solider in the back just fell out, and was crunched under the wheels of the Picador.

 

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" James screeched, but Phusion P.I.T.ed the jeep, it swerved and went right for a while, until it hit the two other Mesa's next to it, 2 cars rolled while the other one's motor just exploded.

 

"When the Mesa is attacked from the back, it causes the two back wheels to lift, thus losing control, and considering this guy didn't have the right wheels for the desert, his tires couldn't just get enough friction, so it lost control." Phusion smiled,

 

"Thats all fine and dandy, but what about the Rhino coming towards us?" Eric said from the top, Phusion saw a shell coming at them. He sped up, and then drifted to the right, the shell was still following them. So he charged straight to the side of the tank.

 

"I hate heatseekrs" he muttered,

 

"TURN DAMNIT! WERE GONNA DIE!" Is all he heard as Phusion nearly collided with the tank side-on, but he quickly turned the steering wheel to the left. The missle didn't have enough time to turn, and it hit the Rhino. By now the battle depended on the footmen, with only about 3 jeeps left, 1 Rhino. Which was soon zero as someone shot an RPG at it. And four Sep car's. The squad cheered. but not for too long as a storm of bullets hit the side,

 

"Argh, IM HIT!" Eric yelled, a thud was heard as he dropped to the tray,

 

"Its his arm!" James said,

 

Just then the sand exploded and more ROSA troops jumped out from the under the sand and let out fire,

 

"Were gonna have to go over to those trees, we'll get out. James, you'll take Eric to see a medic, me and Phusion will join the footsoliders!" Bada said, calmly.

 

Phusion drove to the trees, as the ROSA troops chased quickly, but most were mowed down by Bada's M-4.

 

 

To be continued.

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[lumpy.flippy]

 

The new Separatist ranks are as follows:   •El Presidente •Generalissimo •Major •Colonel •Corporal •Sergeant •Priavate, First Class •Private

umm, yea, General Arbusto, im not trying to be cheeky but i think i need to bring this into your attention. Ah... the rank corporal is actually lower than the rank of Sergeant, so would it be possible to ammend this slight error in respect of all Separatists?

 

BTW Great stories!!! Especially Phusion's one hmm like the idea of the Separatists mowing the fascists down!!!

[gillies]

Yeah, a Colonel also outranks a Major but whatever it can be fixed up later.

[lumpy.flippy]

Hello and Greetings!

 

Im lumpy.flippy, hi! This is my first intro story...

 

Many thanks,

 

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Goodbyes and Hellos

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Intro. 1.0

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"Sh*t!"

 

He jerked the door on the Greenwood open, and stepped out into the moist grassy ground with his .38 special drawn.

 

Though it was a small weapon, it was enough for self-defense but he had doubts whether it was enough for tonight. He looked in front of him and saw Paulie with the Greenwood's headlights, dead; gunned down by the rebels.

 

"F*ck!"

 

Suddenly he was blind by an intense light, his eyes slammed shut and with his left arm feebly shielding his eyes. Then, he heard and recognised the sounds of rotor-blades of a Republik helicopter, slicing the summer air. And it was then, he knew something was wrong, really wrong. Instictively, he turned his head away from the source and sprinted down the slops of the mountain and into the woods.

 

'What the F*ck is happening?' He thought.

 

From behind he could hear the blare of sirens and the shouts of orders and command. He was still running down hill through myriads of foliage, with his arms balancing. He didnt care about the pain from the thorns and bushes he ran into or the ache he started to get in his legs, but he was determined to get off the mountain.

 

"He's down there!" He heard a shout and saw torchlights sweeping and silhouetting the trees. "This is team two, we have visual contac...'Bursts from a carbine rifle pinged and pierced through the noise of helicopter and commands and engines, making sure that the shot was heard from its victim.

 

'Oh crap!' he whispered.

And he could hear the rounds smashing and burying themselves into trunks of trees and he could feel streams of heat zip pass his arms and legs.

 

He didnt dare look behind him. In was getting harder and harder for him to see what was in front, and the terrain continued to be steep.

 

He was starting to get short of breath.

He knew he couldn't lose his pursuers just by running down hill plus the fact he is tiring. He couldnt see any, other options to escape.

It was then, when he relaxed his right hand, he noticed he still had his .38 , he knew it was no use trying to battle with his piece but the fact he still had it gave him confidence and morale.

 

Beyond a couple of yards of woodland trees, with the aid of moonlight he could see some sort of a road, gravel road he identified. And he could hear the yells and bellows of the pursuers now just background noises to the engines of the search helicopter passing by, glaring its search lights.

 

In a matter of seconds, he was out of the woods, on to the gravel road. He glanced around for an escape route. Without thinking he dashed for the woods over the road on his right hoping he would be concealed from the Republik's helicopter.

 

He crossed the gravel path and ran towards the bushes. And he suddenly saw slight movement and there emerged, his captors.

 

"Freeze! Drop your gun and put you hands in the air!'

More soldiers of the Republik were positioned in these bushes and they trained their rifles at him.

 

'Oh, sh*t! This cant be it!' he thought, and immediately he turned around back to the gravel road.

Too late, the pursuers caught up to him and they too were shouting commands at him for complicance.

 

"Drop it! Or..or I'll shoot!"

 

He let out a sigh of defeat, and dropped the .38, which he hadnt fired to the mushy ground.

A few of the soldiers approached him, carbines and pistols drawn and at the ready.

 

"Get down! Get down now! I'm telling you to get down!"

 

"Alright! Alright, I'll be down! Just... just dont shoot!"

 

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