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Post by MG Laura McArthur on Apr 1, 2017 16:23:04 GMT -5
"Passing the last Phase Line, General," came the coxswain's call from the back of LCA-1; folding up the map of the Hudson River, General McArthur signaled for the coxswain to begin turning the assault craft towards the western shore. Taking hold of a flare gun, she aimed almost straight up in the air and squeezed the trigger, sending two flares up into the sky to signal that they had reached their landing site.....
Albany Landing Site; each number corresponds to an LCA - Landing Craft, Assault
...and each of the four LCA's that had traveled north - along with the MV River Rose and LCM-1 - slowly made their turns, LCA's 1 and 2 waiting for LCA-4 to travel past them before it too made its' turn west. After a few minutes of waiting, General McArthur fired one more flare into the sky, then looked back towards the coxswain and said, "Take us ashore, Petty Officer...take us ashore."
Post by BG Anne McKenna on Apr 3, 2017 1:04:40 GMT -5
(Major McKenna) "Look, off towards the river!" Major McKenna heard someone say inside the Blackhawk; looking over, she could see the flares rising in the air, the signal that the landing force was headed to their positions. "That's the signal, boys," McKenna said, taking hold of the radio handset/ "All units, this is Cueball 6; Albany is go. I repeat, Albany is go." Setting the handset back down, she keyed the helicopter's intercom and said, "Get us on the ground; we have an airport to take..."(RSM Hill)Driving up to Washington Gate, RSM Hill climbed out of the Humvee and rushed over to where the guards were holding someone who had walked, but when he got there, he found that someone - namely an engineering officer named Creed - had already taken charge of the situation; watching everything unfold in front of him, he remained ramrod silent but was kinda' seething underneath at the implication from Lt. Creed that no one had been guarding the gate when he knew damn well that someone had.
Hearing Lt. Creed's reminder to the newcomer that he would have to be checked out back at Medical, RSM Hill said, "I'll take care of that, sir," turning back towards his Humvee and whistling for the driver. "Private, take him," pausing to point at the newcomer, "back to Reed Hall, have the medics check him out, okay?" As the newcomer headed off towards the Humvee, RSM Hill walked over to Lt. Creed and said, "Sir, I'd like to speak to you in private please."
" Вы слышали это, товарищи? Пришло время заработать нашу зарплату! Держите цель в голове, цель верна, и я буду видеть каждого из вас здесь (You hear that comrades? It's time to earn our pay! Keep the objective in mind, aim true, and I'll see every one of you back here)!" said Lieutenant Grishkov as he pulled back on the charging handle of his suppressed OTS-14-1A-02 assault rifle. A chorus of "Ура (Hoorah)!" came in both over the radio and the men and women in the helicopter with him.
The four Mi-35Ms split off, two heading for landing pads and Air National Guard hangars and the other two heading off for the air traffic control tower. Grishkov himself was leading the two units bound for the hangars, with Junior Lieutenant Azerovich leading the other two unit bound for the air traffic control tower. The Hinds accelerated ahead of the American Blackhawks (I didn't know which model it was).
The two pilots flew as low as Russian Air Force pilots had become famous for doing in the years before the apocalypse. Hovering a few feet off the ground before touching just long enough for the VDV aboard to open the door and storm out. Junior Lieutenant Azerovich led his men out and took up position just in front of the helicopters before the two Hinds at the tower took off and held their position in the air for a moment before turning off to assume a pattern around the tower.
Azerovich and his men fanned out, weapons up and looking for any sign of hostiles as they took up a rough position around the tower in preparation for the arrival of the Americans.
Lieutenant Grishkov waved his men forward as soon as they exited their Hinds, which like the others took off and assumed a patrol pattern around the hangars shortly afterward. He could see their prize just ahead of them, but the VDV knew better than to just advance blindly. Weapons up, they carefully scanned the area for hostiles.
(This is your op, I'll let you decide what we face off against.)
Last Edit: Apr 16, 2017 22:34:32 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Colonel Vadim Kuznetsov on Apr 3, 2017 8:44:07 GMT -5
Upon hearing the plan, he nodded his head. Looking back at Alexandra, he placed his hand on her head and shuffled his hand through her hair a bit making it a bit of a mess. In his head set, he heard a female say that Albany was a go which caused Vasily to rush off towards the Russian Helicopters. Seeing that this might be an important task that was being unleashed, he want back to his tank and banged his fist over the driver seat. "Сержант, дай свою карту." The hatch lifted up and an arm of his Tank driver produced the maps needed. Unfolding the maps, he laid it on the front of the tank. Scanning over it, he saw that West Point area didn't have an airport. Trailing upwards until he found Albany and saw that there was an airport there that could handle the heavy transport's that were en route to the united States with the rest of his men and firepower. Taking out a pen from his vest, he circled the airport and handed it back to the driver. His Sergeant looked at the map and nodded his head. Over the radio, he heard his tank driver giving the orders that they were going to head out soon to Albany Airport. Turning to face his niece, he would say to her before shouting out his orders.
"Александра, ты можешь поехать в одном из танков или остаться здесь и послушать радио. Я оставляю здесь некоторых своих солдат, так как они не смогут поместиться в танках. Мужчины! Убирайся, у нас есть Аэропорт, чтобы помочь убраться раньше, чем эти Транспорты доберутся! Все те, что не могут поместиться внутри Т-90А, выгружают груз из танков!" {Trans.: Alexandra, you can tag along in one of the tanks or you can stay here and listen in over the radio's. I'm leaving some of my soldiers here since they won't be able to fit int he tanks. Men! Gear up, we have an Airport to help clear out before those Transports get here! All those that can't fit inside the T-90A's, unload the cargo from the tanks!}Climbing up onto the tank, he took his place on the Turret hatch where the Machine gun rested. Colonel Kuznetsov would listen to the response from his niece before he stomped on the floor plating under him which all the engines fired up again. If the Spetsnaz Agent was going to join him, a tank would have it's latch open for her, if she wasn't going to join, the latch closed and the tank's took formation behind the leading T-90A.
The heavy armored convoy rushed through the streets and started to make they're way upward to the north. Trucks that were in they're way, the tanks plowed them out of the way. But any car's that were still left in the streets, they were simply ran over. Scanning the area, it was sorta peaceful as they went past the wooded areas. But soon, he saw the Helicopters circling over an area that he thought could be the airport. But in the water's on the embankment was landing Vessels. Leaning in, he told his tank driver to pull up in front of the Landing Vessels. His tank rolled up in front of the American forces that was unloading and were getting ready to move out. When his tank stopped, the rest of the Tank convoy stopped as well. Turning himself a bit, he leaned against the hatch of the turret and spoke in the best English he knew with his thick Russian Accent.
"Colonel Kuznetsov of the Ground Force Task Force Army, the Mother Land called saying that you and your people need some help. Who be in charge of this Division?" Standing up fully, he stepped out of the turret and jumped down. The massive Colonel looked around at everyone as he stood there. His eyes noticed an older woman. His nine Tank Commander's stood up in they're hatches and watched what was going on. Vadim had his AK on his side as he stood there. He was impressed at what the tight knit group was accomplishing with what looked like a great coordinated assault task force. Leaning his back against the tank, he would wait for whoever was in charge to talk to him. When said person came forth, he would stand back up and straight.
Post by Derick Creed on Apr 3, 2017 9:11:49 GMT -5
As he was about to wave the man over, he heard another Humvee roll up onto the scene. Turning his head a bit, from the corner of his eyes he could see the Sergeant Major stepping out of it, and he looked like hell was about to spill out and over the embankments of West Point. The officer said he would take care of it and then told his driver to take him back to Reed Hall. Derick's Brown eyes watched as the Officer walked over to him. His eyes looked at the name tag and it read 'Hill'. Nodding his head at the man's request, he gestured his hand to the empty Guard shack, "Sure thing Sergeant Major Hill. But as a Friendly warning, keep that Attitude at the Door if you want to discuss something that seems to bother you." Turning to look at the Soldiers Creed had brought with him, he pointed at each of them and then pointed at the other side, giving them the order to stand guard. One on the left side, one in the middle of the road and one on the right side of the road.
Stepping inside the guard shack, Derick closed the door behind him and walked over towards the small desk. Leaning up against it, the Lieutenant kicked out the chair from the table and hand his hand aimed at it. "Sit Hill and talk to me. You must have something to share or say something that then men outside wouldn't want to hear since you are talking to a higher rank than yourself. So, where's the fire Sergeant Major?" Pulling out his Glock 19 from his holster and placing it down onto the table's top, he then took out his Gerber Mk 2 Combat Dagger and stabbed half of the blade into the table next to his pistol. Crossing his arms in front of his chest. The Lieutenant would listen to what the man before him had to say.
Post by BG Anne McKenna on Apr 3, 2017 16:21:05 GMT -5
(Maj. McKenna) Climbing out of the Blackhawk as it touched down on the tarmac, Major Mckenna whistled to the rest of her advance team and pointed towards the tower. "Let's get the tower secure; breachers, up front," motioning for a pair of soldiers armed with Mossberg pump-action shotguns loaded with what they jokingly called "elephant slugs" - large, solid rounds designed to bust apart door hinges and high-duty door locks- to take the lead while her and the others - armed with M4 carbines - followed right behind. Off to one side, she saw a team of Air Force combat air controllers rushing to a radar array to check on its' condition; if it was operational, that's where the four-man team of controllers would start coordinating air ops until the control tower could be cleared and spun up to operation.
Reaching the ground-level door leading inside, McKenna nodded and watched as the breachers did their work, busting apart both the door hinges and locks; as they did their work, she said to the rest of the team, "Remember, controlled bursts if we run into anything; head shots only, okay?" Hearing the doors to the control tower go crashing down with a loud thud, McKenna and the team entered and made their way through the control tower, clearing every room they came upon on the ground floor before ascending the stairs up to the second-floor, where they repeated everything they did on the ground floor. Once that was done, they ascended the stairs and headed up to the third floor,entering an empty, somewhat desolate-looking 360-degree room with silent radar and communications equipment. "Boot up everything, see what works and what doesn't work; go!" McKenna said; as the team got to work, she keyed her helmet mic. "All units, this is Cueball 6. Control tower secure; checking radar and communications equipment to see if they work. Will advise on status soon, Cueball 6 out."(RSM Hill) "Understood, sir," RSM hill said as both he and Lt. Creed walked over to the guard shack at Washington Gate and stepped inside, the guards on-duty scurrying out as if shocked by a cattle prod...
"Sit Hill and talk to me. You must have something to share or say something that then men outside wouldn't want to hear since you are talking to a higher rank than yourself. So, where's the fire Sergeant Major?" the lieutenant said as they stood inside the guard shack.
"I'll stand, sir, if that's alright," the sergeant major said, well aware of the proverbial minefield he was trying to negotiate. As he stood his ground, Hill spoke. "Sir, I know that you're senior in rank to me and that it looked like I had a volcano brewing over what you said earlier outside, but I had for that volcano, though. The guards did their job; they brought in a survivor that had been spotted by helicopter as it was flying overhead. Now, should they have left their post to go pick him up? Probably not, but that's neither here nor there; they were protecting the gate by their actions, which I'm sure if either Major McKenna or General McArthur were here, they'd agree with that analysis of the situation, sir....they might not like that the guards left their post in the course of carrying out their duties - and with the full memory of what happened to Privates Fitzgibbons and Zavala over at Stony Lonesome Gate when they picked up that survivor a few weeks ago - but they also understood that under certain circumstances, the guards are authorized to leave the gate unattended if in the course of carrying out their duties they have to step away."
Looking over at the gate log, Hill picked it up and scrolled through to the most recent entry and continued...."and it shows here, sir," pausing to tap the log entry in question," that Corporal Jasilka and Pv2 Stinson, after receiving the survivor report but before leaving to effect pickup on the survivor, called Lieutenant Sturridge, the duty provost marshal, to inform both him and Major Warburton of the situation and to advise you as well, sir. Judging by the log entry, after waiting for instructions, they decided to effect pickup without waiting for backup to arrive....was it against the standing orders? Yes, sir, it was....was it the right decision, though? That's the golden question.....
"Now, I can't pretend to know what's in an officer's mind, nor would I ever countenance ever countermanding an officer's orders nor would I ever commit to an insubordinate word or thought towards an officer but under the circumstances it would appear that even though the guards on-duty violated the standing orders in picking up the survivor they found out there, they still carried out their duties in according with the standing orders, sir....now, if you want to Article 15 Jasilka and Stinson over what happened, you can do so; I won't stop you, sir. But my advice, sir, would be to not do so. The guards know what the rules are and they carry out those rules every single day they're out here, whether its' here or at the other entry/exit points along the barricades but they also know that the officers above them also trust them to use their best judgment in carrying out their orders, which by all accounts is what looks like what happened out here, sir.
"Anyway, Lieutenant, its' your call on this," RSM Hill said, having spoken his peace and leaving the final decision up to Lt. Creed.
Post by Nicholas Smith on Apr 3, 2017 19:43:09 GMT -5
(Apologies for the delay guys, I was on vacation)
Nick got into the humvee and buckled up, happy that he was welcomed into a community, but he didn't want to overthink it, since he had to be checked at medical
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Apr 6, 2017 21:58:50 GMT -5
Walking calmly towards the landing ramp on the LCA, General McArthur could almost imagine her great-grandfather Douglas MacArthur stepping off a landing boat at Leyte Gulf back in 1944, wading onto the shore for all the world to see....well, this go-round, only the soldiers around me will see this, shrugging and adding a thought of oh well, what history will miss.
Watching as the landing ramp began to lower, McArthur kept her ears and eyes open for anything out of the ordinary; around and behind her, her fellow soldiers were likewise keeping themselves on swivels, alert for anything out of the ordinary...eventually, the ramp touched bottom and McArthur leaped out of the LCA, walking briskly down the ramp and onto the solid ground of terrafirma, the first time any of them had stepped foot outside of West Point since early March 2013; rushing onto the ground, McArthur silently signaled the three section leaders with her to begin moving forward, all 60 or so soldiers aboard the LCA spreading out and watching ahead of them for any sign of activity, weapons at the ready.
For several minutes, they - and the other soldiers of the 1st U.S. Infantry who'd landed as well - searched the area they'd landed, from the riverbank to the highway, for signs of life and activity; finding none, they informed General McArthur, who called back to the waiting LCM (Landing Craft, Mechanized) which contained the first pieces of engineering equipment they needed to build the small Roman-style fortifications needed to protect the area. "Tell the LCM to move up and land right where we did, have the LCA's dock alongside the River Rose......we'll start the war from right here!"
Post by BG Anne McKenna on Apr 7, 2017 12:09:27 GMT -5
For several minutes, Major McKenna stood and watched as the techs booted up and watched the radar and other electronics inside the control tower, waiting to see if four years of non-use had ruined them....to her surprise and delight, each piece of radar and communications equipment came to life, spitting out info across their respective screens as if being re-awakened from a deep, deep sleep. "Alright, way to go, guys," McKenna said to each of them, giving them a slap on the back, the sounds echoing off of their body armor and the walls of the control tower.
Rushing back down the stairs, McKenna got back outside and watched as a second group of UH-60s' landed, these containing troops of the 1st and 2nd Mohawk Scouts - native infantry from the nearby Mohawk Reservation who'd allied themselves with West Point over the past four years. McKenna knew from watching them over the years that they were good infantry - not military-trained, but when called upon to fight, they fought....armed with .45-70 lever-action rifles, short swords and wearing military fatigues with soft-cover hats, they looked very much out of place amongst the Americans and Russians but McKenna knew they could fight; she'd seen that over the past four years first-hand.
Looking around, she saw one of the Mohawk Scouts walking towards her; seeing the Mohawk feather sticking out from his soft-cover, McKenna recognized the scout commander and spoke first as they joined up...."Captain Otstoch, you sure know how to make an entrance," McKenna said to him.
"Tell me about it," the Mohawk captain replied. "So, what do you need us to do, Major?" he asked.
Looking around for a few moments, McKenna made up her mind and started barking out orders. "Captain, see that general aviation hanger to the northeast?" she said, pausing as a couple of Mohawk officers joined them. "I need you to send 2nd Scouts to that hanger and secure it, use it as an anchor point to guard that section of the airport. In the meantime," pausing as Otstoch barked out orders in Mohawk language to his subordinates, "I need you and 1st Scouts to assist my personnel headed for the Guard hangar so that we can secure it and check the helicopters inside, understood?"
As Captain Otstoch nodded, she added, "Alright, let's move out, everyone!"
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Apr 8, 2017 0:13:10 GMT -5
Moving forward from where she had stepped foot on the banks of the Hudson River, General McArthur began to take stock of the situation in front of her; all around her, soldiers were quickly securing the landing area and everything between the river and the nearby highway. Looking back towards the river, she could see the LCM lowering its' hatch, the sounds of small mobile Bobcat bulldozers revving their biodiesel engines as they prepared to roll off the deck onto the ground....looking ahead of her, she could see the highway up ahead; seeing in her mind what needed to be done, she turned to her radioman and said, "Call those Bobcats' rolling down off the LCM and have the engineers put up fortifications at the two western corners, understood?"
When the radioman acknowledged her order, she said, "Send it," pausing as she began to hear what sounded like heavy mechanized equipment coming up the highway her and her soldiers were approaching....walking towards the highway at a faster clip, she soon saw the source of the noise: it was a line of Russian mechanized vehicles, most notably a long line of Russian T-90 main battle tanks. Looking over at her radioman as one of the vehicle pulled over to towards them and began to slow down, she saw the specialist's look of disbelief and quipped, "Yeah, I got the same look as well, son," as the tank - along with the rest of the tanks in the convoy - came to a stop and one of the hatches came open, the figure of a Russian armor colonel standing in the tank cupola as if he were the Russian incarnation of George S. Patton or Adna R. Chaffee....
"Colonel Kuznetsov of the Ground Force Task Force Army, the Mother Land called saying that you and your people need some help. Who be in charge of this Division?" Standing up fully, he stepped out of the turret and jumped down. The massive Colonel looked around at everyone as he stood there. His eyes noticed an older woman. His nine Tank Commander's stood up in they're hatches and watched what was going on. Vadim had his AK on his side as he stood there. He was impressed at what the tight knit group was accomplishing with what looked like a great coordinated assault task force. Leaning his back against the tank, he would wait for whoever was in charge to talk to him. When said person came forth, he would stand back up and straight.
Hearing the steady voice of the Russian colonel, General McArthur walked over and took off her helmet, looking the man square in the ye...."Colonel Kuznetsov?" she said, trying her hardest not to butcher his name, "Brigadier General Laura McArthur, United States Army, and I'm the one in charge here," finding her command footing as she stood along the side of the road, looking up towards the colonel. Knowing that Russian military tactics were somewhat similar to American military tactics when it came to armored operations, she quickly looked up and down the length of the convoy before looking back at Colonel Kuznetsov. "And you were right: we do need a little bit of help here," pausing as she thought of what she needed from the good colonel. "Two things, Colonel: one, I need your convoy to hold here until I can get some small fortifications and defensive barriers built here to protect the landing area. Second....there's a road junction just ahead to the north and I need it secured immediately; do you have any infantry you can send up there to secure it for the time being?"
Junior Lieutenant Azerovich and his men watched as the Americans came in moved into the control tower, their technicians moving in after they'd cleared it out. While that was happening, another group of UH-60 Blackhawks landed and Azerovich watched as a unit of soldiers who he couldn't quite identify stepped out. He and his men however, held their position stoically, and said nothing on the matter.
Lieutenant Grishkov and his men however had secured the area around the helicopter landing pads, and those on the pads were fairly intact given how long they'd have been sitting around here. However, given the location of where this landing pad and the hangar just ahead of them was, he assumed that it wouldn't be the first location in the area that people would loot for parts.
He dismissed it as potential good fortune for the Americans and continued to hold their position, deciding it better to leave it to the Americans to take the hangar itself and rather hold their position and wait for the American technicians to check the helicopters. The sound of rotary engines caught his attention and he looked up and saw a pair of Mi-35Ms execute a low altitude fly by. He scoffed, no one would be foolish enough to attempt to attack them now, and no matter the numbers of the dead, they were no threat. Not with the amount of firepower that they had. Alexandra smiled as her uncle offered her to join them when they went out, and she climbed onto the side of the T-90 without any difficulty and slid down into the hatch of the tank behind his. She reached down and took the headset offered by the crew and put it on, before puling back on the charging handle of the Kord 12.7mm machine gun in front of the cupola. Turning, she raised her hand to her head in an informal salute to Vasily. " Какие? Твой дядя не получил тебе танк (What? Your uncle didn't get you a tank)?"
Vasily shook his head as and then turned to leave but stopped, " Значит, сегодня вечером (Catch up today evening, then)?" Alexandra smiled again, and then nodded. She knocked the inside of the upper area of the cupola to signify to the crew that she was ready. It wasn't long after that the tanks rolled out, heading toward the Albany if she'd heard right, where the Americans and a unit of VDV were taking back the airstrip.
Alexandra enjoyed the trip, her hand resting on the top of the Kord machine gun in front of her, the other resting on it's grip in the event that they ran into trouble and the time came to light it up with heavy machine gun fire. When she saw movement ahead, the intelligence agent in her thought that they'd run into trouble, but seeing that it was the Americans from West Point, she relaxed her stance and loosened her grip on the Kord, watching as her uncle introduced himself to Brigadier General McArthur, and for a moment she wondered if she should say anything but decided against it.
Post by BG Anne McKenna on Apr 9, 2017 1:05:20 GMT -5
Rushing over towards the hanger which had once served as the headquarters for the New York Air National Guard, Major McKenna still couldn't believe just how massive the hanger was from the outside....to someone looking at it from a distance, it looked like three separate hangers connected together - each one, if separate, contained several HH-60 Pave Hawk helicopters - but McKenna knew the three hangars were, on the inside, one enormous - some almost called it NASA-esque - hanger, built years ago to survive nuclear conflict (the hangers couldn't sustain a direct hit; the hangars could, however, survive if the strikes were countervalue rather than counterforce in nature). While the hangars were closed shut, McKenna was hoping that the backup systems to open the hangar doors were still functioning and operating.
Keeping an ear to the radio, McKenna could hear that the other end of the Albany operation was going rather smoothly but her primary focus as she got to one of the doors leading inside the hangar was on securing the hangar and the aircraft inside; seeing a pair of breachers standing next to the door, she signaled to them to breach the door as they'd done with the control tower doors; moments later, a series of blasts from the breachers' shotguns knocked the door down and McKenna entered, followed by several others.
Spreading out, McKenna and the team with her headed down the hallway, pausing to check various rooms as they went along, reaching the end of the hallway; kneeling down as they reached the door - which had an non-operational electronic lock on it - McKenna motioned for one of her techs' to come up and check the door, see if the locks were still functioning. Upon discovering they weren't, she tentatively tried the door handle and cautiously nudged the door open, motioning for the rest of the team to enter the hangar.....as her soldiers and technicians began to enter, she waited until someone could grab something to keep the door open before she too entered the hangar. She whistled at the sight of the Pave Hawks' inside the hangar, looking as though they hadn't aged in four years......it was an awesome sight indeed, she mused, watching as the assembled personnel began poring over the aircraft and thinking of everything that they could use the helicopters for down the road. Let's hope these beasts work, she thought...
Post by Colonel Vadim Kuznetsov on Apr 11, 2017 9:52:25 GMT -5
Upon seeing the General walking up to him and being introduced as such, Vadim saluted towards her. She began to explain what they needed to do and what she needed of him. Nodding his head slowly as he looked up towards the north where the junction was. Thinking for a moment, an idea sprang to his mind. Looking at his row of armored Battle tanks, he looked back at her with a smile. "General McArthur, I will do you one better. Give me a moment and I'll position everything on the board for you." Placing his hand on his headset, he pushed in the button which connected him with all of the Russian units that was on the frequency with him, which included the landing Ship he traveled on. "Капитан Бебчук, мне нужно, чтобы вы доставили судно на север и обеспечили огневую поддержку. Я сомневаюсь, что нам это понадобится, но вы никогда не знаете. Лучше в безопасности, чем потом сожалеть. Мне нужны танки от 106 до 110, чтобы переместиться на север к дороге на дороге. Заблокируйте его. Убейте все, что не живете, и спотыкайтесь к вам. Я хочу, чтобы мои войска были здесь как можно быстрее. Давайте поторопимся с этим леди и джентльмены ... у нас есть кое-какие дела, чтобы заботиться. Теперь переместите его." {Trans: Captain Bebchuk, I need you to bring your vessel further north and provide some fire support. I doubt we will be needing it, but you never know. Better safe than sorry later on. I need tanks 106 to 110 to move north to the Juncition in the road. Block it off. Kill anything that isn't alive and stumbling towards you. I want my troops up here as fast as possible. Let's hurry this up ladies and gentlemen...we have some business here to take care of. Now move it.}
Upon hearing the response over the radio, he looked at the McArthur again. "We will be expecting more to show up soon General McArthur. But in the mean time, five of my tanks are going to move on up to that Junction in the road that you pointed out earlier. I will have the other Five tanks here spread out a bit and give you and you're men cover." Turning his attention towards the remaining five tanks as those he called over the radio began to break from the formation and headed northward. "Я хочу создать полукруг на дороге, чтобы прикрыть здесь посадку."{Trans: I want a Semi Circle formation on the road to give the landing crafts here cover.} The five tanks fired up and began to follow the order's given by the Colonel. The tanks moved to make the formation ordered and left enough room that the good General and her men can work without being hindered. Further down the River, the ship he came in on loaded the soldiers that were left at West point and began to make it's way up the river. Cutting through the rough water like a knife. It didn't take long for the vessel to appear in sight of everyone. Walking over towards the embankment, he pointed at the spot he was standing and then backed up a few steps as the ship made it's approach. Turning slightly so that the nose was going in at an angle, it's front touched down on the ground and it lifted the nose up slowly. Once it was fully opened, his men along with the onboard soldiers that were stationed on the ship came off and marched towards him.
Nodding his head at his men, there was roughly 60 men and women ready to fight to the death. Looking at the General, he would say to her. "If you need General, my men here can help you unload your vessels to move the operation's much faster. A few of us do know English, so it won't be an issue to give order's out across the unit."
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Apr 12, 2017 13:43:07 GMT -5
Watching as the Russians began to take up their positions both at the landing site and further north at the road junction, General McArthur knew the landing site was as good as safe, which meant she could now focus on the docks a mile to the north along the river. Signaling for the regiment's section leaders to rally at her position, she took out her map of the area and studied it quickly before looking back over at Colonel Kuznetsov. "okay," she said, mentally running the numbers in her mind, "...okay."
"Alright, here's what we're going to do," she said to the assembled - her section leaders, the Russians from Kuznetsov's force and Kuznetsov - "we're going to set up a headquarters here at the landing site; I need my engineers to build fortifications at these points around the landing site," tapping several spots on the map, "so that we can protect this location. We'll use Colonel Kuznetsov's tanks and rolling pillboxes to protect the engineers as they work.
"At the same time," pausing to run her finger up the map to the nearby docks, "we're going to have to secure these docks a mile or so north so that we can roll heavier equipment onto the ground without digging up the riverbank as it is at the moment. Same thing there: we'll use the T-90s as rolling pillboxes to protect the engineers as they work, same plan on fortifications as here.
"Once those things are done and we have secure landing sites, Colonel, I'll free up your tanks to proceed northward...any questions?" she finished, looking around at the assembled group and waiting to see if there were any questions.
Alexandra listened in to her uncle's plan, outlining what was to be done and watched as the tanks moved into position as they were ordered to. She also heard him request the Captain of the Ropucha that he came in on to be ready to provide fire support. Naturally, she very much doubted that they'd need it even if they faced a literal horde of the undead. The tank's coaxial machine gun and the Kord HMG mounted on the commander's cupolas were more than enough to handle them. However, like her uncle said, you could never be too careful. It was a philosophy that she herself agreed with and wholeheartedly believed in.
As she listened to the conversation between her uncle and Brigadier General McArthur, Alexandra heard him mention about how a few of them spoke English and an idea came into her head. Rather than just be along for the ride she could make herself useful. Her GRU training had ensured that she learn to speak several languages other than Russian. Clicking her mic on, she spoke over the shared frequency that all the tanks were patched into, addressing her uncle by his rank rather than the way she would do in a less official capacity, " Товарищ полковник, в случае необходимости я могу выступать в качестве переводчика (Comrade Colonel, if needed I can act as an interpreter)."
Post by BG Anne McKenna on Apr 13, 2017 20:21:53 GMT -5
"Good news, bad news, Major," said the lead aviation technician to Major McKenna as they and most of the 1st Mohawk Scouts stood outside the Guard hangers at the Albany airport, having secured the hangars and the helicopters inside. "The good news: just as we always thought - 12 HH-60 Pave Hawk helicopters - all but one in working order--"
"What's the problem with it? Is that the bad news?" McKenna asked.
"No; one of its' onboard batteries blew up when we were doing diagnostics on it; injured two of our technicians. Minor wounds, though: a little shrapnel and a few drops of sprayed-out battery acid; nothing the medics can't fix. No, the bad news is when I realized how many aircraft - fixed-wing and rotary - we've now....we don't have enough aircrews of our own to fly them." For several moments Major McKenna thought this over; what she was basically being told was that they had twelve flyable aircraft...but no aircrews.
Quickly snapping her fingers at a nearby radio operator, McKenna grabbed the handset and keyed the handset mic. "Corsair 1, this is Cueball 6. Question: how many spare rotary aircrew do you have at present?" She waited until Colonel Campbell, onboard one of West Point's F4Us, replied, "A couple; what's wrong?"
"Can we fly them up here, Corsair 1? I've got 11 Pavehawks' that are flyable but no aircrews--"
"I'll take care of that, Cueball 6. Corsair out." Walking outside, McKenna looked around and figured with the control tower secured and the Guard hanger secured, they just needed to secure the air terminal...keying the handset mic, she spoke. "All ground units, this is Cueball 6. Meet me near the air terminal. Cueball 6 out." Handing the radio operator back the handset, she whistled to everyone, "Alright, let's get the air terminal secured and turn this into a functioning airport again, understood?"
Post by MG Laura McArthur on Apr 13, 2017 20:27:12 GMT -5
(OOC: Unless there's any objection, I went ahead - using one of my other characters who's a stronghold moderator - to move the thread into the general NY section since Albany's 100 miles north of West Point. If there's any objection, I'll move it back; I just wanted to give everyone involved a heads-up on this .)
Lieutenant Grishkov nodded and bringing his suppressed OTS-14 up waved his men forward. The two eight man units of VDV began pushing up toward the airport terminal. While this was happening, Griskha keyed his mic, "Understood, Pizrak 1-1 and 1-2 are moving." While the Americans were busying themselves with the helicopters, the two eight man VDV units with him had formed a rough perimeter around the landing pads, and so it was easy for them to get under way.
As they moved forward, two of the Hinds flew off in the direction that they were heading, hearing Major McKenna's instructions over the radio in any case. Then, as Russian pilots typically did, they dropped down to a lower altitude as they faced their weapons and thermal scanners toward the inside of the terminal as they looked for any large concentrations of undead. "Не похоже, что есть большая концентрация нежити, лейтенант. Не должно быть тяжело для вас (Doesn't look like there's any large concentration of undead, Lieutenant. Shouldn't be hard for you)," came the pilot's voice in his headset.
"Должно быть плавное плавание тогда, крокодил. Спасибо, мы должны хорошо справляться с этим (Should be smooth sailing then, krokodil. Thanks, we should manage fine from here)," said Grishkov as he and his unit got closer to the terminal, keeping a close eye out for any hostile contact, either from the living or the dead. Though he didn't think either would be a problem if they were to show themselves.
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Post by BG Anne McKenna on Apr 16, 2017 15:23:57 GMT -5
Albany International Airport terminal
Walking towards the lower T-Wing section of the Albany International Airport's terminal (from the runway side, that section would be a first-floor level with the highway-side being the airport terminal's upper level), Major McKenna - along with one section of infantry - and with Captain Otstoch's 1st Mohawk Scouts near - joined the Russians at the base of the T-wing; looking up for a second, she could see both Russian and American helicopters, their eyes-in-the-sky monitoring everything around them and keeping watch over them.
This is going to be interesting, she thought, as she quickly made plans for securing the T-wing, followed by plans to secure the building behind the T-wing; seeing the Russian contingent moving over to join them, she signaled for them to join her contingent of troops as she continued to look at the T-wing shaped terminal and mused, at least we'll get to put our MOUT training to good use finally....
Lieutenant Grishkov looked at the terminal building that faced them, and several methods of entry flashed into his mind. One, he could split his team and they could enter through the stairs attached to the aerobridges. Two, he could enter through the entrance that was ahead of them, and potentially make their way through. Alternatively, he could split his forces and send on team through the front and another in through the aerobridges. However, fact remained that this wasn't his operation, and it was best to ask the American Major in command.
"Major McKenna," he said as turned his head in her direction. "What's your plan here?" With his heavy Russian accent, Major was pronounced more like ma-yor. However, what he said was still quite easy to understand. Grishkov was confident however, that no matter how they did this, that they'd secure the terminal with little to no problems.
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