Build Up Your Army

[Vercetti21]

I agree with E. A nice big update is in order.

 

 

Pvt. 1st Class Liam Cohen

Israeli Defense Force | Gaza Strip

September 7, 2012 | 1630 Hours

 

-

 

"On your feet, soldier."

 

An extended hand emerged from the blackness, and I was hoisted through a mass of smoke as I struggled to rise to my trembling feet. Sergeant Katz studied me for a brief moment as I swept the dust and grit off my crisp uniform. His eyes panned across the shaken ground, becoming more visible as the smoke cleared.

 

"You didn't use that weapon once, did you, Private Cohen?"

 

I noticed my Galil Rifle, lying fully-loaded in the dirt. The safety was still on. "No, sir."

 

His eyes remained locked on mine. I looked away. "And why not?"

 

"I - I don't know. Sir."

 

"Apparently you don't know much of anything, do you? You realize four of your brothers are dead because of you?"

 

There was a momentary silence. Feelings of shame, remorse, and pity swelled up inside of me, thickening the knot at the back of my throat. My heart beat faster as my palms dampened with perspiration.

 

My squad slowly began to regroup, gathering around the tense scene that had formed between Sergeant Katz and I. Everyone was out of breath. Everyone was quiet.

 

The smoke cleared.

 

"Get your weapon out of the dirt, Private," Sergeant Katz commanded. I did as I was told. "Since you've made it apparent you need special treatment, that's exactly what you'll get." He hovered over me with daunting height, eyes burning with rage. That was the moment I knew it - I sensed it. He wasn't disappointed in me, nor was it his goal to improve my ability as a soldier. He simply hated me. He wanted me out of his squad, and I wouldn't have been surprised if he had drawn his pistol and eliminated me right then and there.

 

He glared at me for a few more seconds before addressing the entire squad. "We're heading back to base. Someone call in for a pickup."

Edited June 18, 2009 by Vercetti21

[Damien.]

I'll buy a RPG-7 if that's okay.

[The Guru]

Are we allowed to use vehicles just yet? I'm using a helicopter in my next chapter as an escape vehicle but I'm not using any weaponary from it. Would that be okay?

[El Zilcho]

I'm exceeding busy with private life stuff and it seems one of our mods is unavailable. As I'm also busy and I am worried about leaving this to be neglected, I am probably going to re-hire Kinko. At the moment I've plenty to do so bear with me please.

[Eminence]

:~

Edited July 31, 2009 by Eminence

[ScratchCard]

I would like to join the Zharov Party.

[Rucke]

Haha good idea with this Build Up Your Army. Us Build Up Your Gang guys might learn quick. I'll like to join Israel if that's okay.

[Osric]

Not sure if there's any more spaces for Israel, but I'll check with El Zilcho. In other news, the reason why I haven't been active is because of certain personal issues I'd rather not discuss. Hopefully I'll have a story up this week or get to ratings.

[Build Up Your Army]

Before Osric's ratings:

 

StrappedEnd: An okay story. I like cliffhangers, it makes you want to read the next story. Good job. $65.

 

El Zilcho: Very good story, I love your description. Very interesting read. $85.

 

Eminence: A little short. It's to bad because you got a good story going on. Try to make it a bit longer next time. $60.

 

mrpain: Alot of action going on, I like that. But you lacked a little bit in description. $55.

 

After Osric's ratings:

 

Vercetti21: With your description and realistic dealog I would like to see a longer chapter next time. $60.

 

Eminence: Still a bit short but I liked this one more than your previous. Plus, I like your ORDEM E PROGRESSO logo. $70.

 

Rated by Rucke

 

TWO NEW FACTIONS HAVE BEEN ADDED: THE IRA AND NORTH KOREA!

Edited June 20, 2009 by Build Up Your Army

[Eminence]

:~

Edited July 31, 2009 by Eminence

[Rucke]

I noticed that both mrpain and StrappedEnd are writing for Israel. I think we need to expand Isreal because right now we got no empty spots.

[Build Up Your Army]

I will contact El Zilcho and see if we can expand two slots for Israel and one slot for NATO.

[Chunk]

Put me down for IRA please.

 

We'll feckin' rip you all new arseholes.

[El Zilcho]

See, finally we're getting things moving! Rucke, you can indeed add more slots. In fact, why not add one more slot to every single faction? I might do that myself later on, it depends.

[Osric]

Here's my third story, consider it a new beginning, hence why I am starting at Chapter I.

 

NOVAYA RUSSIA

 

Chapter I-The Barracks

 

I am Private Ivan Bakura, aged eighteen, and a soldier in the White Army of the Holy Russian Empire, and I am stationed here in a base ten miles away from the Russo-Korean border. Despite the conflict on the border itself, not much goes on around here. Today was my day off at the base, just me and some of my buddies sitting around in the Rec Room, drinking colas and relaxing. We were watching TV when the commander, Colonel Sergei Yaroslav, gave a command over the intercom. He said "Attention soldiers, report to the breakroom and turn the channel to Channel 12."

 

And so we did, it was some news report. The anchorman sat at his desk in a gray suit and tie. He began to speak.

 

"About two days ago, Czar Gregor I sent in a Spetsnaz squad to extract hostages from a Hamas encampment on the Gaza Strip. Among these hostages were Russian diplomat Georgio Petrovic and Sanctum Corporation executive Seth Kaiba. The squad was mostly wiped out except for the leader, Sergeant Mikhail Zaroff. He managed to extract several hostages, including Mr. Kaiba. Petrovic, among others, were executed by the extremists before the squad could reach them. Mikhail Zaroff has recently arrived at the capital in St. Petersburg and has been awarded the Order of the Eagle, the highest honor in the Russian military. The Israeli government has also awarded him the Medal of Valor for his efforts against Hamas. He will be promoted to Major and be placed in command of a White Army battallion soon after his week-long vacation. In other news, tensions between Novaya Russia and North Korea intensify as members of the Zharov Party and troops from China have entered North Korea to help fight the Russian forces along the border. Naval conflicts also rage in the North China Sea and the Sea of Japan, but these seem to be going in Russia's favor, partly because of help from NATO and Japan. More updates will come along as information is released."

 

 

I sat there bored, I honestly didn't care about the Spetsnaz raid on Hamas bases. While Hamas was an ally of the Zharov bastards, they didn't pose a direct threat to my country or my government. My friend Yuki sat beside me. He was part of the Japanese infantry companies sent over to assist the borderland bases in South Korea and Russia. He was tall, thin, pale, and somewhat handsome, women wanted him and men wanted to be him, or so I would imagine. Corporal Yuki Motomura was a kind man, about my age, and he was smart too, skilled in weaponry, history, science, and fluent in three languages, including Russian. I just wondered if the war would end. Had China not gotten involved, I don't think this war would've gotten the way it had become. North Korea would end up like Finland, Mongolia, and the old Soviet republics, territories of the Holy Russian Empire. One day, Pyongyang would fall and there would be celebration all over, but first we had to break the border, and despite my love of my country, I dreaded shipping off to the front lines ten miles south of this pissant fort.

 

Then another announcement came from Colonel Yaroslav. He said "Soldiers, I have just recieved an email from the Czar, we are to ship off to the North Korean border tonight. Pack your equipment and meet me in the front yard to ship out. All soldiers, including the Japanese auxilary forces must move out!"

 

He repeated the speech in Japanese, and then I realized that everything I was afraid would happen was happening....

 

TO BE CONTINUED.

[sam33]

You should add a Terroist Ring. Ex Generals, Mercenaries, Criminal bosses etc all form a board of Directors where they then complete contracts, extortion, assasinations etc all over the world for Profit. Kinda like a less homosexual version of SPECTRE from the JAmes Bonds books or SCORPIA from the Alex Rider series for the younger readers (Zilcho etc). Just my thoughts .

[Osric]

I would like to buy a Dragonov Rifle.

[Omnia sunt Communia]

I'm just going to throw this out here, but what does the IRA have to do with the story? Which branch of the IRA is actually involved in the conflict? Provisional IRA? Official IRA? Continuity IRA? Real IRA?

[Osric]

Before this had a story, the IRA was going to be one of many factions thrown in. But when we streamlined BUYA and had the story reworked, the IRA was removed for a while. But due to popularity, we've added them in. In the official canon, Zharov has hired many branches of the IRA to distract Britain from the war effort.

[The Guru]

 

People's Republic of China - Part 2

 

<Torture>

 

 

''Wake up! Wake up you f*cking Chinese asshole!'' I hear some yelling.

 

I slowly try opening my eyes but it hurts because of all the dirt that's in them. Half way open, I see a blurry figure standing in a door way. It was a soldier but I couldn't see him properly. I try to use my hands to wipe off the dirt but I can't move my hands. I can't feel them.

 

With all the discomfort, I try to talk but the only thing coming out of my mouth is blood mixed with saliva.

 

Right then, I feel a tear dripping down my face.

 

''Oh don't cry, it's going to be okay. After you DIE!'' the soldier giggles from the other side of the room.

 

The soldier starts walking towards the table I was laying on. He stops and looks at me with a smile on his face. I instantly look away.

 

Then I hear something quickly slicing the air and coming straight down to my chest.

 

''AARGH!'' I yell while coughing up more blood.

 

I was being whipped in some kind of empty metal room and the only things inside were me, the soldier, and the table I was laying on. I look down at my chest where he whipped me and I see it was not the only place where I was bleeding now. I was bleeding from nearly everywhere. My feet were covered in mud and bloody scratches and my chest had shrapnel cuts and whip marks.

 

In my mind, I try to go back to what had happened to me but I can't remember anything. Curiously but with fear I decide to ask.

 

''What h-ha-happened to me?'' I whisper.

 

The soldier who was just circling me halts and looks at me. There was a momantum of silence.

 

''Well?'' I ask inpatiently.

 

''I'm not suppose to answer to anything you say but you're anyway going to die so what's the difference,'' he replied in a quite gentle tone.''But you will get a punsihment of 5 whips for talking''

 

''J-just tell me!'' comes out of my mouth followed by some more blood.

 

''Okay, the PRC decided to leave the North Korea conflict for now and focus on getting the Zharov Party to back down so they move all of their troops and start sending in waves of attacks against the Zharov Party around the border between Russia and Mongolia. But we know what the PRC is planning because we have placed some spies in the PRC army to send us copies of PRC's plans. We know your every move.'' he says and grins.

 

''F*cking bastards!'' I yell gulping out more blood by every word.

 

''Shut up! Well, now to what happened to you. You were a part of I think the seventh wave coming to the border. A bomd exploded right infront of your f*cking ugly face. When I asked what happened to you when they brought you in I couldn't believe you survived. You surely had luck on your side. NNow it's time for your 5 whips.'' he said in a well mannered tone.

 

He get's his whip from a corner of the room and places it in his hand showing he is ready to hurt me. The first 4 whips were not too painful but I grunt each time the whip hit me. It was time for the 5th whip and I could feel that the soldier was going to hit me hard and furiously.

 

I start hearing the whip slice the air but when I thought the whip would hit me I heard a gun shot and the whip fell on my chest softly and slided down to the floor where the soldier was laying. I look up at the doorway and see Corporal Shi Fan Lu pointing a Masuer C96 at the soldier and smiling at me.

 

Then suddenly PRC troops started rushing into the room and I was put on to a pair of stretchers. When I passed Corporal Shi Fan Lu who was still smiling

 

I said ''Thank you''

 

He stays silent but I can feel that inside he is saying ,''Your welcome''.

 

Then I pass out on the stretchers but wondering what might happen next.

Edited June 22, 2009 by The Guru

[mrpain]

Third story for Israel but my name still is not up.

 

 

 

 

Israel Ground Forces

Private 1st Class Agassi Alon

September 11, 2012

 

Chapter 3: You Are The Support!

 

 

 

The two soldiers pinned me down and repeatedly kicked me. They enjoyed my pain and I could had done nothing about it.

 

"Enough of this, let's finally kill him!" One of them told the other soldier and both of them pointed their guns at me.

 

Just as they were about to pulled the triggers, Sergeant Zahavi came into the house and rescued the day. He twisted both of their necks with his bare hands swiftly.

 

"Up on your feet Alon!" Sergeant Zahavi helped me up on my feet. I grabbed my gun and followed Sergeant Zahavi out of the house. The moment I stepped out of the house, was the moment I would not forget for the rest of my life. I saw my fellow soldiers, all who were lying face down on the ground. Some of those dead soldiers were good friends of mine. It was a horrid sight for me.

 

I almost fainted onto the ground but Sergeant Zahavi helped me up on my feet again. I looked around for any of the soldiers from my unit but there were only Sergeant Zahavi, me and the enemies. I then thought about Stavi and that little girl, I wondered where were they.

 

I was absentminded at that moment. Guns were aiming towards Sergeant Zahavi and me. Sergeant Zahavi got into cover while I was just standing still. My mind was still on the dead corpses of my good friends.

 

"Alon, get down!" Sergeant Zahavi pushed me down onto the ground. The enemies then opened fire at us but we were in cover.

 

"Alon, I need you to wake up. We are the only soldiers left. You may think that we don't stand a chance but we must try. We maybe outnumbered, but we will never be outgunned!" Sergeant Zahavi said to me. What he said to me caused me to open my eyes even bigger. I doubted that I would survive but I had to try.

 

I checked my Galil Rifle and was prepared to shoot. Sergeant Zahavi ordered me to shoot on his count.

 

"Ready? 1..2..3 open fire!" We sprayed bullets all over to the enemies and quickly ran to find other covers.

 

I knew we could not just had not won the fight by just shooting our guns. So I asked Sergeant Zahavi, "How the hell are we going to kill them all?"

 

Sergeant Zahavi thought hard and came up with a plan, "Get to the trucks! We need to call support with the radio!"

 

We ran our asses off to the trucks while avoiding enemy gunfire. I stopped running after awhile as my legs were still bleeding from the shots of those two soldiers. I managed to crawl to the trucks and by the time I got there, Sergeant Zahavi was calling for support.

 

"Area's too hot. Unable to establish support." A female voice speaked through the radio. That voice sounded familiar but I could not guessed who it was.

 

Sergeant Zahavi went furious, "There's only two survivors, damn it! We need f*cking support!" He bellowed out.

 

A male voice then took over the radio and it was General Lino, "You are the support!" The radio then went dead.

 

"Son of a bitch!" Sergeant Zahavi punched the radio to let off some of his anger. It was always scary to see Sergeant Zahavi pissed because he would do anything just to lay off some steam.

 

He then shouted out, "I'm going to kill these bastards!"

 

He got out of the truck and took a M60. He was walking calmly while the enemies had an open shot on him. BAM! Sergeant Zahavi was shot in the chest but he still kept walking. I was thinking, Where the hell is he going?

 

Sergeant Zahavi was getting shot one bullet at a time. The enemies were baffled by this. Once Sergeant Zahavi got close enough to the enemies, he shouted out, "Say hello to my little friend!" He opened fire with the M60 onto the enemies. They did not stood a chance against him as they were not in cover. Sergeant Zahavi was one tough soldier, he did not even had to mount the M60 to use it.

 

Dust surrounded Sergeant Zahavi due to the M60's power. After the dust was cleared and the enemies were all dead, I saw Sergeant Zahavi staring into space. I rushed to him and blood was coming out everywhere from his body.

 

He coughed out blood and collapsed onto the ground. I held him in my arms and he moaned softly to me, "You are...you are the support. Good luck Alon." He went quiet after that.

 

"No,no,no! Sergeant Zahavi, don't die on me!" I felt his pulse but there was nothing. He was dead. I closed his eyes and looked around.

 

I was the last soldier standing.

 

[El Zilcho]

 

"Say hello to my little friend"

Oh god, that was chessier than a quarter pounder with cheese. I'll get around to rating all these stories soon, I'm just doing something at the moment.

[StoneyWhistle]

May I be apart of the Irish Republican Army? I've never tried this stuff before, but it sounds interesting.

Edited June 22, 2009 by StoneyWhistle

[The Guru]

I would like to purchase: Molotov Cocktails

[Ziggy455]

 

Nice little set-up you got here.

 

Once you get some bad-ass Irish terror in here, I'm in.

 

Can I Join Irish Republican Army please?

 

Imma' tear dat sh*t up with Chunk!

 

I'd like to buy a Desert Eagle please and an M60, Don't worry, they'll be put to very good use.

 

 

 

Ireland, West Barracks.

September 12, 2012

1800 Hours.

 

Character: Patrick Macready.

 

I was sitting in the barracks polishing my nice shiny desert eagle, its deadly glare glinting at me through the miniscule and cheaply lit wall lamps. I was the only one in the barracks since the rest of the platoon had snuck out to go down to a pub; smuggling beer was a weekend thing for the boys, we never got any action, Christ the booze was all that accompanied us.

I aimed my gun at a few random objects in the room, suddenly a lone voice banged off.

 

“Macready, front and centre” yelled the strong irish accent, I threw my gun down and headed forward towards the old Irish commander.

 

“Captain” I said with a sigh, looking away.

 

“Where is the platoon?” he said with his strong Irish accent.

 

“Lager run” I said looking back, a hint of simpleness in my voice.

 

“Oh, I hope those bastards bring Guinness” he said with a slap of his dry lips before walking away, inspecting the barracks.

I looked around before walking out into the brisk Irish countryside, cow sh*t and salty air filled my lungs and nostrils, I kicked away an old lager can before looking forward, in the distance I noticed the platoon hobbling forward on foot each carrying as many acohol bottles as they could.

 

I looked further away past them and noticed a small amount of helicopters, I kept watching until the small amount turned into a large swarm of them. I ran back inside quickly. Doogle looked at me a shock as I panted heavily grabbing my Combat Jacket and Shiv, I shoved the small knife into my Belt.

 

“Doogle, get out there!” I yelled quickly with a shocked tone, “you have to see this with your own feckin’ eyes!” the amount of helicopters had shocked me.

Suddenly the Platoon crammed in, dropping most of the bottles, all of them out of breath and energy.

 

The small Platoon consisted of 8 men: Me, a grunt, Doogle the commanind officer, Cecil the Medic, Browns the Heavy Gun Specialist, Patrick the sniper, Jesse, danny, Mcreary. Jesse, Danny and Mcreary were grunts like me and I hadn't really gotten to know them. With World War Three hitting the fan I douvted I was going to anyway.

 

“f*ckin’ hell something’s going on!” Jesse panted heavily; I felt a surge of fear swim through me.

I grabbed my Desert Eagle and placed it into my gun holster...

 

We just got a call, the North Base has been sh*tted on my somebody, they're saying it's some NATO bastards. Things were getting odd, sure WWIII was taking place but I'd never expected that anybody would pick a fight with us. Christ I'd be surprised if anybody wanted to take a fight with America or Russia themselves.

 

"British, NATO Forces" said Cecil, the smart one of the group, he was short in stature and wore a pair of dark thick glasses. He was respected and bullied by the dumb guys of the group.

 

"what's the plan Doogle?" we all asked, the old man stared at us.

 

"Turn on the radio for now, we'll see where this goes" he said with a swift run over to the radio, we all got ready with weapons at the side.

 

BOOM!

 

Suddenly a huge rumble and explosion sounded off in the distance, I guess those bastards up north were wanting a fight. We all ran outside and looked away into the distance, huge explosions and guns sounded off. I cocked my Gun, so did everybody else as we watched the small war play off in the distance.

 

"What are we going to do?" asked Patrick Murphy, the Sniper of the team.

 

Browns, the largest of the platoon, and a heavy guns specialist lifted his large M60 and cocked it forwards to the far away battleground.

 

"We're going to go there and help our brothers fight off these tea drinkin' bastards!" yelled Doogle angrily, We all proceeded towards the battleground armed to the teeth.

 

"These pricks our in our neck of the woods now" I said holding my Desert Eagle close, we were ready for a fight.

Edited June 23, 2009 by Ziggy455

[The Guru]

 

People's Republic of China - Part 3

 

 

<Sacrifice>

 

 

 

Bullets were flying at us from every direction when me and my partner Xin Ming were urgently searching for a shelter tp cover is from the bullets. We found a tree that was able to cover us so we jumped behind it.

 

We were both out of breath since we had been running for a quite long time without getting hit by the bullets so we took deep breaths to calm down. Suddenly I started to hear small twigs breaking behind me. I quickly turned around with my G36 ready to fire at whatever was behind me. I fired a bullet at a Russian soldier right in the chest but he also put a bullet in my upper waist.

 

Xin Ming turned around to face me and he immediatly took out the First-Aid kit from his backpack. He put a bandage around my waist going over the bullet wound.

 

I was grunting in pain. As painful as it was I didn't give up. I picked up my G36 from the dirt and cocked it. Xin Ming asked me ''Are you sure you want to do this?''. I nodd and we both got ready to jump up from behind the tree and fire our guns to save our country.

 

We knew it was only us 2 left from our wave against a whole lot of soldiers waiting for us to make a move but it didn't matter. The numbers never prove who will win. ''At 3'' I whispered to Xin Ming who nods. ''1,2'' I said softly. ''3!'' I yelled and we both jumped out from behind the tree and started firing. We both had closed our eyes because we thought we would have got shot but nothing happened to us.

 

Another wave from the PRC troops had come and shot all of the near by Zharov Party troops. Xin Ming, and I opened our eyes slowly. When they were fully open, we looked back at the other wave behind us and we walked to join the others.

 

Back at the camp, I was sent to the hospital zone to get the bullet wound healed. Afterwards we told our story to all the others.

 

Another day at war, another night at the camp.

 

 

Sincerely,

 

Xia Long

[Osric]

There is a slight issue with your stories, Guru. The Zharov Party are close allies of China, it's Novaya Russia that's at war with the PRC.

[Ziggy455]

There is a slight issue with your stories, Guru. The Zharov Party are close allies of China, it's Novaya Russia that's at war with the PRC.

Who is fighting the Irish Republican Army?

[Osric]

The British(Who are a part of NATO)

[Eminence]

What's the guerrilla warfare in South America got to do with ANY of it, by the way? Like, for real?