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Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Aug 30, 2017 12:27:23 GMT -5
....from the pre-assault briefing..... (Cpl. Blackthorn) ......Commander Wagner, you and your teams will hit first is Molokai. Your objective is the Airport in Maunaloa. Once it is cleared out, you will then go to the island Lanai which the airport there is just outside of Lanai City..........aboard HMS Liverpool, off the northern coast of Lanai...
Looking through the binoculars, Commander Wagner could see the coast of Lanai island and thought about how they were going to take the island; lowering the binoculars, Wagner paused to take in the salty air of the ocean; she knew from the maps of the area that to her left was Maui Island, where a joint Russian-American force were still in the process of securing Maui Island, an island she knew was beginning to become a bit of a quagmire.....which means the sooner we take Lanai, Wagner thought, the sooner we can head east and assist in taking back Maui.
Turning on a heel, Wagner walked back onto Liverpool's bridge and put her helmet back on; like before, she was dressed in full battle gear - fire-resistant clothing underneath her working uniform, the only indication of rank being the word 'Skipper' across the front of her helmet. Reaching over, she grabbed the mast radio handset and switched over to the Vampire frequency that British pilot - Reed, she remembered - was using and spoke..."Vampire, Vampire, this is HMS Liverpool; are you currently airborne at this moment, over?"
Reed knew when he had pushed his aircraft too hard. The old Vampire had a habit of letting him know with a whole list of mechanical foibles. Before the world ended this wouldn't have been much of a problem, but now? Improvisation was the name of the game if he still wanted his 550 MPH escape plan to work when he hopped into the hotseat. The compressor stall was certainly concerning. Perhaps he had been a bit of a spanner with the slam acceleration but nonetheless an engine hiccup like that could have well been just a symptom of a much larger problem, but, his quick checks weren't revealing anything really that would keep his aircraft from performing as it should.
Nonetheless, he was Jack motherfuckin' Reed. He returned this aircraft from pretty much nothing to a majestic warbird that could wow the crowds at airshows with just himself and a small crew working at it. This was no problem. He was just about to pick up his tools when the radio crackled into life.
"Vampire, Vampire, this is HMS Liverpool; are you currently airborne at this moment, over?"
He quickly climbed up the ladder to the cockpit and leaned into it so he could transmit a reply. "Liverpool, Reed. Currently on the ground but ready to scramble. Aircraft is fuelled, armed, and ready to put some rather large holes through whatever gets in her way, over." What was he saying? This was an aircraft used to pottering about at an airshow, not performing full on combat sorties. Nonetheless, the same feeling of excitement he felt in his youth as a young pilot fresh out of training preparing to see off his first Soviet probing attempt all those years ago was once again washing over him. Maybe he wasn't in an F-4 Phantom. Maybe he was getting on in the years. Maybe his aircraft wouldn't technically pass a proper inspection, but he knew that he was ready. Besides, if he didn't show up, what were they going to do? Get some young whippersnapper to fly close air instead? Hah! Not happening!
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Aug 31, 2017 10:33:13 GMT -5
He quickly climbed up the ladder to the cockpit and leaned into it so he could transmit a reply. "Liverpool, Reed. Currently on the ground but ready to scramble. Aircraft is fuelled, armed, and ready to put some rather large holes through whatever gets in her way, over."
Hearing Reed's words brought a relief to Commander Wagner's words, replying back with a "We hear you, Vampire; get up there and provide us some high air cover. Liverpool out." Switching frequencies, Wagner called back to the flight deck and said to them, "We've got high air cover; launch the away birds," setting the handset down and walking back out onto the outside wrap-around bridge walkway and watched as the ship's two Lynx helicopters took off for landing sites on Lanai Island. As they headed south to the beach, Wagner said quietly, "Good luck, guys..."
Well, looked like it was ago. He climbed into the cockpit and sparked the old jet into life. The Goblin 3 responded instantly, spinning up and igniting as he begun to taxi away from the hangar, canopy closing over him as he feathered the throttle and lined up for takeoff. He checked over his dials once more before opening the throttle. Temperature, hydraulic pressure, RPM, everything was well within acceptable margins as he thundered down the runway, the old pilot being pushed back into his seat as the Vampire accelerated and climbed into the heavens.
Landing gear up, map out. Hawaii wasn't exactly a big place, he had more than enough fuel to get to the combat zone, tear up anything threatening the English troops or their allies, and head back in time for tea. He quickly plotted his route, before sliding the map back into the pouch on his trousers, setting the aircraft into a comfortable cruise to make the most use of the fuel he had.
The aircraft was flying smooth, no rattles, no shakes, no noise apart from the rumbling of 15 kilonewtons behind him. He had learnt to identify nearly every single little noise or judder that the aircraft made over the years and with them each potential problem they signified but today? Today there was none of that. Just smooth flying and quick progress which lead to him spotting the Royal Navy destroyer in relatively short order.
"Reed on station and ready to provide air support. Over."
Last Edit: Sept 1, 2017 0:11:43 GMT -5 by Jack Reed
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Sept 1, 2017 14:10:02 GMT -5
note: plan of entry into Lanai City Airport: 8 Rifles and Chernova's Team (1 & 2) will approach the airfield from the west, while Lindsay's Team and the Royal marine detachment (3 & 4) will approach the airfield from the east; once the airfield is secure, all four teams will converge and turn to the northeast, capturing the airport terminal before proceeding to Lanai CityThe aircraft was flying smooth, no rattles, no shakes, no noise apart from the rumbling of 15 kilonewtons behind him. He had learnt to identify nearly every single little noise or judder that the aircraft made over the years and with them each potential problem they signified but today? Today there was none of that. Just smooth flying and quick progress which lead to him spotting the Royal Navy destroyer in relatively short order. "Reed on station and ready to provide air support. Over."
"Copy, Vampire; choppers should be going feet dry momentarily," Commander Wagner said, standing over the Captain's Mast and looking down at the map of Lanai Island, specifically the area around the Lanai City Airport; if the helicopters were on schedule, the airport would be soon under friendly hands in short order and the forces a-ground would then be able to go northeast to Lanai City and clear and city for the Americans...hopefully, everything will work out just fine, Commander Wagner thought, hopefully....
For a fighter jock like himself, even an old one, he Jack Reed wasn't going to let an opportunity to show off go to waste. Especially with the dual benefit of showing up the Royal Navy somewhat. Service rivalry and all that. He manoeuvred his ageing aircraft and screamed past the destroyer at full throttle at an altitude lower than the ship's deck, jetwash kicking up a dense cloud of spray. He wasn't being careless though, the waves were at a calm enough level for him to attempt this little stunt, and he carefully picked his positioning so that there was no risk to the ship as he passed before pulling vertical, quickly getting to altitude. He came over comms shortly after, barely able to contain his amusement from that little stunt.
"Affirmative, got the helicopters covered, over."
Reed took up position above the helicopters and stuck relatively close to them in a patrol sweep on the lookout for potential threats from both the ground and the air. Sure, it wasn't all that likely that he was about to be bounced by walkers in MiGs, but it was more an instinctual thing by this point. He watched his altitude carefully. Too high and he wouldn't be able to dive down anywhere near fast enough to strafe ground targets with the hispanos, but too low and his view of proceedings would be no better than the rotor-wings.
Captain Kseniya watched her men as she waited aboard the helicopter to be dropped off to begin their advance on the airstrip. So far, joint operations had been going very well, and they were all very much quite relaxed as they waited for the so far uneventful helicopter flight to be over. Asimov and Rusanov both looked out of opposite sides of the helicopter, their Vintorez and VKS respectively cradled in their arms. The two marksman had been comparing the skill and count of their kills after the last firefight, of which the more experienced Asimov had actually lost out by one to the younger but more eager to please Rusanov.
Of course, then they'd had a conversation about patience and the role of a marksman in a unit such as theirs. Not that Rusanov was green by any standard, he just didn't have a the recognition that Asimov had amongst their tight knit community. In the meanwhile, the others had just stood by and watched the two until she'd stepped in and asked the two if they were quite all done and ready to move on with their next job. It was times like this that reminded Kseniya of how simple things used to be. Though she was glad to have them at her side
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Sept 7, 2017 13:11:32 GMT -5
"Affirmative, got the helicopters covered, over."
"Copy, Vampire," Commander Wagner said; looking over at Communications, she asked, "How soon before the choppers are on-station over the airfield?"
"Should be arriving on-station momentarily, Skipper," came the reply;pausing to accept a cup of coffee from the steward, Wagner continued studying the map as the helicopters continued on their course to the Lanai City airfield....(Colour Sgt. Wm. Shankly, Royal Marine Detachment Cmdr aboard Seahawk 11) Listening to the radio traffic going back-and-forth between all the helicopters and between them, the orbiting Vampire above them and HMS Liverpool just a few miles off-shore, Colour Sergeant Shankly looked out the window of the Seahawk and saw the airfield below. "There's our target," he said over the radio, pointing towards the airfield and adding as he pointed to a nearby location, "and there's where we land," motioning for everyone to begin steeling themselves for landing.
Watching as the Seahwak began its' approach, he could see the other helicopters beginning to bank as well for their landing sites as all of them popped off flares to distract any would-be attackers armed with shoulder-fired SAMs'; there was no way, it was hoped, that they'd be caught unaware of that particular threat again.
"Two minutes," came the radio call. Two minutes to landing, Shankly thought, counting the time until their feet hit the ground again....eventually, the time wound down and the Seahawks touched down, the reverb from the wheels hitting the deck vibrating a little as the doors were slid open and all of them - not just in that helicopter but in the others nearby - began piling out and moving away from the choppers so that the choppers could take off as quickly as possible. Motioning for everyone to spread out in a line formation, Shankly signaled for them to make for the airfield and the Royal Marines began moving forward, the Americans nearby on their right flank. Everything was done by hand signals; even with the helicopters departing, no one wanted to say or call out orders in case anyone was around...and so they began moving forward, towards the airfield and the first part of their mission on Lanai Island.
Post by Captain Lindsay Blackthorn on Sept 7, 2017 14:46:05 GMT -5
The sounds of the Helicopters warming up on the flight deck of the destroyer had awoken Corporal Lindsay Blackthorn. Opening her eyes with a groan and a grunt as her rib cage was pretty much yelling at her at this point in time from having three bruised ribs in the right side Rib Cage while the left side had three cracked. These were from both the explosion from the Cruise missile exploding close to her and her squad, and the bullets she took in the bullet proof vest. If it wasn't for the vest, she would have been dead. So right now, she was recovering in Commander Wagner's Personal Cabin on board the HMS Liverpool. Laying there on the bed, she was seen wearing her loose fitting tank top that had some rips and tears in it and was wearing her Camo Fatigue pants and her boots were off so that she didn't dirty the clean sheets of the bed that the two loving Commander's shared. Wrapping an arm around her rib cage and holding tight to it since there was bandages around her torso and was compressed a bit tight so that she could at least get some air into her lungs without much pain. Sitting up, she let out a groan from the pain as she swung her feet over the edge and placed her feet onto the cold steel floor which sent a shiver up her spine and that shiver also caused her to breath in fast with pain rocking her rib cage and her biting her lower lip to the point that blood was almost spilling out from it.
With her free hand, she leaned down with a grunt of pain and grabbed her boots, pulling them close to herself. Looking at her boots with sweat now forming on her skin and dripping off her face, she wasn't really feeling to well, but she didn't want others seeing her weak. Her eyes saw that whoever took her boots off opened them up loosely so that she could slip her feet back into the boots which made her smile and said. "You always knew how I thought Carlos..." Taking her feet, she would slip them back into the boots and would pull them up to fit better when she would tie them, which is the one thing she was going to dread the most. Moving her arm away from her rib cage, she began and would fully tie her boots tight to her her legs with some of her fatigues leggings were tucked inside of the boots. Breathing slightly fast and psyching herself, she would push herself up onto her feet and would nearly scream out. "Oh god FUCK! Gaaaaah....." Reaching to the one wall as she pretty much yelled and balanced herself for a moment. Once she was ready, she would even grab her belt that her holster and side arm. Putting it on and making sure it was on snug to her, she would begin to walk through the cabin and stepped out of it. Getting her barrings, she would make her way towards the bridge area so that she could at least listen into the operation of what is going on.
Going up the small flight of stairs and stepping up to the Bridge deck door, she opened it and stepped inside with a small grunt. When she opened the door, some of the bridge crew looked her way as she looked like Hell had swept through her leaving her skin a bit pale. Closing the door behind her, she would walk into the Bridge area and pulled up a chair and sat down in it as she groaned a bit to herself. "So...what did I miss while I was out sleeping?" She asked as she looked over towards her Lovely Girlfriend.
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Sept 8, 2017 12:10:56 GMT -5
Going up the small flight of stairs and stepping up to the Bridge deck door, she opened it and stepped inside with a small grunt. When she opened the door, some of the bridge crew looked her way as she looked like Hell had swept through her leaving her skin a bit pale. Closing the door behind her, she would walk into the Bridge area and pulled up a chair and sat down in it as she groaned a bit to herself. "So...what did I miss while I was out sleeping?" She asked as she looked over towards her Lovely Girlfriend.
So focused was Commander Wagner on following the track of the helicopters in as they began to land around Lanai City Airport that for a few moments she actually couldn't place whoever had just spoken on the Bridge; looking around, she relaxed when she saw Lindsay sitting down, looking all beat up to hell and back. Motioning for a steward to grab some extra battle gear for Lindsay - helmet, a fire-resistant overshirt and light blue jacket - she replied, "Nothing much; just waiting for word on the helicopters' landing outside Lanai City Airport at the moment," unaware that they were indeed landing that moment. "Doc get you fixed up for the time being?" she asked, pausing as the steward - assisted by a pair of Leading Rate yeomen (equivalent to an E-4 rank) helped Lindsay put on the overshirt and jacket and even going so far as to fix a couple cups of tea for them.
Before she could continue, she heard the call from Communications: "Heliocpters have landed at the target; ground forces proceeding into the airport area. Lynx 01 asking whether you want to orbit the area or return to the ship?" After a few moments, Wagner replied, "Tell them to stay on station but orbit to the west of the airfield; I don't want to give anyone dumb enough to fire at them any free targets, okay?" Picking up the cup of Ceylon tea, McKenzie asked once more, "So....the docs get you fixed up and everything?"
As their helicopter touched down, Kseniya and her squad fanned out quickly, their SPECTRE camouflage helping keep them hidden among the foliage. Slowly, but surely, their weapons held up and at the ready, the Spetsnaz unit moved up. The small bits of foliage between them and the airport meant that it was hard to keep track of the British and American units, but it also meant that if anyone was at the airport, it was equally if not harder for them to make note of and monitor their approach.
As they moved, the two marksman and their one support gunner used the high magnification optics on their weapons to get a better view of the terminal and the rest of the airport, looking for anything that could give them any hint to whether they would be facing a hostile presence or not. About 400 meters out, they dropped to a crouch, lowering the 1PN139 down over one eye, they scanned the airport for any thermal signatures. Particularly, man sized thermal signatures with weapons on their person.
Post by Captain Lindsay Blackthorn on Sept 11, 2017 7:40:10 GMT -5
What the Russian Thermal Optics picked up was a lot of Cold signatures all over the place and they could see that the place was swarmed with the dead. They could see the dead scattered about on the exterior, nearly 200 heads of the undead could be easily counted and that's just on the Outside. The exact number on the inside of the building wasn't that easy since they could only see through some of the windows of the massive Airport Terminal.
Lindsay watched a few of the bridge personnel coming over to her with some gear. Wincing a bit as she stood up and took off the ruined tank top that she had on, and her wrapped body was seen as she placed her ruined shirt on her seat. Those that came over began to help her into the gear, minus the helmet since she could do that on her own. The jacket was a bit loose on her, but she wasn't going to complain. Taking the cup of tea, she sipped it and moved over to stand next to Mackenzie as she placed her arm around her sides again as she set the cup down. Lindsay heard the question being repeated. "Yeah, they tightly wrapped my torso so that I could breath a bit better then I did when I came into their medical area. They said I needed to rest, but I couldn't stay in bed when I heard the Helicopters taking off, figured I could at least staying up here and listen in to what is going on with this portion of the operation." Standing straight up, she watched from the bridge of the Destroyer as the Helicopters went soaring across the skies and was near the airport when they gave in their update of the situation. She felt a bit embaressed that a couple of Yeoman had to help her with the over shirt and the jacket. Under her arm was her helmet as she stood there.
While standing there, she was remembering what all happened on the end of the last operation. The Russian team and the British Riflemen had advanced towards their position as the enemy was getting closer and closer to her and her men. With the combined firepower, it was only a matter of moments that the engagement heated up and then stopped. Carlos had told the British and the Russians that Lindsay was lit up earlier and had sustained a nasty fall in a stairwell because of an enemy who popped out with the M-16 she was now carrying along with her Colt M-4 Carbine. That lead to them being air lifted from the area and onto the ship. Carlos and one of the Riflemen had helped her into Medical where her armor was taken off and her fatigue shirt was cut off to show the extent of the damage done to her torso. Bruises that was nearly black was able to be seen as she laid there trying to breath as best as she could and was biting her lower lip, trying to keep herself from crying from the amount of discomfort and pain she was racked with. At one time, she looked over and saw The British Commander standing there. Even though she was holding her own and trying to not let her emotions betray her, Lindsay could see past the disguise and see the worry in her eyes. It had caused Lindsay to smile a bit since she hasn't felt this much of Want from another living person in her life.
Rubbing her one side with her hand, her eyes would look over towards her lover and smiled a bit as she looked simply stunning in that uniform. The Army Corporal was then taken to Mackenzie's personal quarters to rest, and the doctor even stated that she wasn't allowed to do anything physically straining to her body since she needed to let her ribs heal. The ribs that were cracked could end up breaking and make the matters even worse. He had given her some pain killers to help take the edge off of the pain, but she hadn't taken any of the pills yet, the reason why she looked like she had went through a Ring of Fire and came out battered up. There was things that she wanted to do and say to Mackenzie, but she didn't know if her Crew knew that their skipper was a Lesbian and had fallen for the American Soldier or not. So, she sighed sorta and looked back out towards the island. Picking up the cup of tea, she sipped it again and set it down, wishing she was on board one of those choppers with her team. At this point, Lindsay felt useless and it could be seen on her face as she looked like she was defeated.
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Sept 12, 2017 10:16:02 GMT -5
Lindsay watched a few of the bridge personnel coming over to her with some gear. Wincing a bit as she stood up and took off the ruined tank top that she had on, and her wrapped body was seen as she placed her ruined shirt on her seat. Those that came over began to help her into the gear, minus the helmet since she could do that on her own. The jacket was a bit loose on her, but she wasn't going to complain. Taking the cup of tea, she sipped it and moved over to stand next to Mackenzie as she placed her arm around her sides again as she set the cup down. Lindsay heard the question being repeated. "Yeah, they tightly wrapped my torso so that I could breath a bit better then I did when I came into their medical area. They said I needed to rest, but I couldn't stay in bed when I heard the Helicopters taking off, figured I could at least staying up here and listen in to what is going on with this portion of the operation."
"Well, the helicopters just landed a few moments ago," Commander Wagner replied, "so we should have the airfield in our possession in short order," arms crossed over her chest and a cool demeanor about her as they stood next to each other at the Captain's Mast in the center of Liverpool's bridge. Even with that cool-as-nails demeanor, McKenzie was still concerned about Lindsay but couldn't show anything but the most basic of concern for her; unlike her American counterparts who were more liberal on certain things, the Royal Navy was still hideboundingly cultish in its' views of certain relationships and even in the post-apocalyptic world they found themselves in, some traditions still existed.
Putting an arm around Lindsay - not an easy feat given both Lindsay's injuries and the somewhat cramped space of the destroyer's bridge - McKenzie said to her quietly, "Why don't you go on back to my quarters and rest, Lindsay? I'll be back there in a little while when things slow down," motioning to a yeoman to escort Lindsay.....as the yeoman approached, McKenzie leaned in just a little bit and added in an almost invisible whisper, "for me, Lindsay, okay? For me," leaning back as the yeoman arrived to escort Lindsay to the Captain's Quarters so that McKenzie could get back to the job of commanding....
Post by Captain Lindsay Blackthorn on Sept 12, 2017 12:25:43 GMT -5
Even though she had an arm around her side, she set the helmet down next to her tea as Mackenzie was explaining about the helicopters and how they were going to take the Airport in a matter of moments. But Lindsay knew that there was a But about to come up. Her eye watched Mackenzie from the corner of her eye as she saw her standing there with her arms crossed in front of her chest. The Corporal was taken a back a bit when she felt that loving arm around her and she heard Mackenzie pretty much pleading for Lindsay to go back to her Cabin and rest because of the injuries that she had sustained to her rib cage. Even though shivers of delight coursed through her, she stood like a rock. When she heard the Yeoman came up to escort Lindsay and Mackenzie's arm retreated back to her own body, Lindsay turned fully to face Mackenzie with both her arms at her own side now, even though the pain hit her a bit, she still stood there looking at her lover. Clearing her throat and the feelings of the Adult pleasures, the Corporal of the United States Army would speak up to the British Officer with a tone that could be heard across the bridge and with a hint of Authority to it.
"I must object to your request Commander Wagner. As the Acting Officer of the United States Army and member of this Joint Team Operation, I will not leave this Bridge knowing that my Men and women under my command is on that island without Me. And since Hawaii is Still considered a State of the United States of America, it would mean that the Officer who is in Charge of the United States Armed Forces is thus still in charge of the situation and since this is also the Plan I had laid out for this Joint Operation to work by, I should be here to observe. So there is two options out on the table: 1.) You tell your Yeoman who is standing beside me to stand down and allow me to observe the current Operation being unfolded at the Airport and the surrounding towns and or Cities. Or 2.) You Call in one of those Choppers back to pick me up so I can put my boots down on the ground with my team. If you won't take either of those Options, I can and Will call in either a Helicopter from the USS Port Royal or I will be forced to take command of the Liverpool Destroyer and have you placed in your Quarters. So Commander Wagner, what is your Choice going to be?"
Even though Lindsay loved the Commander standing before her and other circumstances would listen to what she asked, but when it came to her own squad being out in the field without her, she stood her ground and had the stern look on her face that showed that she wasn't going to back down from this. There was pretty much silence on the bridge as all the members of the bridge crew looked at both their Commander and at the American Corporal who in turn, showed that she had a lot of balls to stand against Mackenzie and her order's on board her vessel. Lindsay wouldn't blink as they had this little staring match between the two lovers. The only sounds that could be heard is the communications from the radio's, the radar dinging from it's sweeps and every now and then a stray cough was heard as tension could be felt in the air.
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Sept 12, 2017 13:19:42 GMT -5
"I must object to your request Commander Wagner. As the Acting Officer of the United States Army and member of this Joint Team Operation, I will not leave this Bridge knowing that my Men and women under my command is on that island without Me. And since Hawaii is Still considered a State of the United States of America, it would mean that the Officer who is in Charge of the United States Armed Forces is thus still in charge of the situation and also because this was my plan. So there is two options out on the table: 1.) You tell your Yeoman who is standing beside me to stand down and allow me to observe the current Operation being unfolded at the Airport and the surrounding towns and or Cities. Or 2.) You Call in one of those Choppers back to pick me up so I can put my boots down on the ground with my team. If you won't take either of those Options, I can and Will call in either a Helicopter from the USS Port Royal or I will be forced to take command of the Liverpool Destroyer and have you placed in your Quarters. So Commander Wagner, what is your Choice going to be?"
For what seemed like forever there was an eerie, all-encompassing silence; all eyes were on the two of them, wondering not only what was going to be said next but which one of them would stand down, the American commander or their Skipper. Inside McKenzie was visibly shaken; for the first time that she could imagine, someone actually had the stones to talk back to her in a "Shut Up, Hannibal!" kind of way and part of her wanted to just verbally ream the hell out of Corporal Blackthorn on the general principle that the easiest, surest way for an officer to lose face was to be talked down or spoken down to by someone who wasn't an officer, particularly someone carrying the rank of a junior NCO.
On the other hand, McKenzie really did care a lot for - if not outright love - Lindsay and as much as it pained her to have been reamed out in the manner that Lindsay had just done, it also snapped McKenzie back to the simple, certain reality that both of them had combat personnel out risking their lives at that very moment and that McKenzie had better get her mind back in the proverbial game....if that meant backing down in this very instance, McKenzie thought, well then....
"Lindsay," McKenzie said quietly but firmly, "you know I have no intention whatsoever of keeping you from knowing what's going on with your troops but you are in no shape to physically go out there, so I want you to stay on the bridge and help me monitor the situation from here," waving the yeoman away and calling out to everyone else, "Back to your stations, everyone." Looking back at Lindsay, McKenzie added, "because as soon as that airfield's secured, we're going out there to decide on strategy for the assault on Lanai City and I need to see the ground physically. Its' one thing to look at a map, even a high-scale geomap, but its' another to physically see the ground our personnel are fighting on......that is what we are going to do, Lindsay," raising an eyebrow and adding, "understood?"
Post by Jack Reed on Sept 12, 2017 22:00:00 GMT -5
Reed continued his search pattern from his lofty vantage point. While he didn't have the fancy luxuries of thermal optics in his over half a decade old aircraft his altitude did give him a good look at the airport, the sight of which certainly did not look pretty. He cracked his knuckles before keying the comms, sending out a transmission to the destroyer.
"Liverpool, this is Reed. I am seeing a large group of walkers at the airport. Want me to start clearing a path for our folks on the ground, over?"
The old pilot started to plan his approach vector, unaware that his transmission may just have been disrupting a lover's tiff on the Royal Navy vessel. The engine behind him seemed to almost snarl as though it was a caged beast just itching to be let loose as he banked around, getting the walkers within his crosshairs. The undead weren't exactly difficult targets, in fact from up here they could almost be considered as little more than practice targets made of rotten flesh.
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Sept 14, 2017 9:35:44 GMT -5
Before anyone could say anything, the radios aboard Liverpool chirped; it was their Vampire driver, Reed....
"Liverpool, this is Reed. I am seeing a large group of walkers at the airport. Want me to start clearing a path for our folks on the ground, over?"
Walking over to the handset, Commander Wagner picked it up and spoke into it, calmly and clearly. "Copy that, Vampire; be advised, there are ground forces on three sides of the airfield. Contact 5-8 Rifles on the ground for final approach info," pausing to switch frequencies so that she could talk to her ground elements. "5-8 Rifles, this Liverpool; how copy over..."(Maj. Gerrard, 8 Rifles) "....copy, will advise Vampire on direction and approach vectors, out," Gerrard said, handing the radio handset back to his radioman as he signaled for his Rifles to stop where they were. According to Vampire, he thought, there was a huge block of roamers up ahead, adding, surrounded on three sides by ground personnel who, if we're not careful, could bloody end up roamers themselves. Quickly making his mind up on a plan of advance, he motioned for the handset once more and got on the Guard frequency. "All units, be advised; there are walkers at the airport. Hold your positions for the time being," pausing as the radioman switched over to the frequency he'd been given by Commander Wagner for communication with Vampire. "Vampire, this is 5-8 Rifles. Come in on an approach vector starting northeast and exiting southwest; start your runs from the northeast only. Do not - I repeat - do not make firing runs in the opposite direction; there's Yanks close to the airstrip, so make all runs from northeast to southwest. Other than that, clear the way for us, Vampire."
Handing the radio handset back again to his radioman, Gerrard yelled out, "Alright, everyone, get your heads down, we got an airstrike coming in," pausing to crouch down as low as possible while keeping eyes on the airport and hoping Vampire could indeed clear the way for them....
Post by Jack Reed on Sept 14, 2017 21:00:06 GMT -5
A grin crept over Reed's face as he received the go for the airstrike. " Enter northeast, copy. I'll try not to scare the yanks too much. Commencing attack." He pulled the aircraft around, the white mist of the disturbed air dancing around the Vampire's wings and double boom tail as it entered the sharp turn. The old pilot glanced at his instruments before lining up his sights. For a pilot of his experience, splatting these walkers was a relatively simple task. The plane and him were one. With this many hours in the cockpit, it was almost as if the aircraft was merely an extension of his own body as he flicked off the safeties and squeezed the trigger.
The Hispano cannons hit their marks with deadly accuracy, cutting a bloody swathe as the 50's aircraft roared low and fast overhead, spent brass tumbling from the guns as the veteran pilot performed his grim harvest. The Vampire may not have been an A-10 Warthog, but, the effect it was having right now was pretty damn similar and almost as dramatic looking.
Post by Captain Lindsay Blackthorn on Sept 15, 2017 6:38:06 GMT -5
"Lindsay," McKenzie said quietly but firmly, "you know I have no intention whatsoever of keeping you from knowing what's going on with your troops but you are in no shape to physically go out there, so I want you to stay on the bridge and help me monitor the situation from here," waving the yeoman away and calling out to everyone else, "Back to your stations, everyone." Looking back at Lindsay, McKenzie added, "because as soon as that airfield's secured, we're going out there to decide on strategy for the assault on Lanai City and I need to see the ground physically. Its' one thing to look at a map, even a high-scale geomap, but its' another to physically see the ground our personnel are fighting on......that is what we are going to do, Lindsay," raising an eyebrow and adding, "understood?"
With the silence hanging over them, the British Commander spoke up and gave orders. When the question was asked to her, she popped a salute and would say to Commander Wagner. "Aye, Aye Commander." As she lowered her arm, she heard the radio going off and it was the former British Pilot speaking over the speakers, talking about a large mass at the airport of the undead. Shaking her head, she walked over to the one Comm's station. "Comm, turn your frequency to 0420." Reaching down, she picked up the hand set and pushed in the button. "Carlos, this is Blackthorn on the Liverpool. The Vampire Pilot has radioed in that there is a large group of the undead at the airport." , "Aaah, Lindsay...we all knew that you wouldn't just lay down and relax while we were out here. And Copy that, we are hearing the chattering back and forth. Tell that Pilot that the 'Yanks' can still hear him and it would take more then a few Water guns to scare us down here." Lindsay had a smile on her face as she just shook her had and chuckled a bit. "Copy that Carlos. Just watch out for the falling brass from up above your heads. Once the Pilot gives all the teams the green light to move on up, you and the rest of the ream better get there and come back in one piece. I don't want to tell your wife that you gotten careless out there in the field." As she let go of the button, she could hear that Carlos hit his button and the sounds of the guns blazing up above her team was heard.
"Lin Lin, you worry a bit to much. I'm surprised you weren't raised up in the ranks by now. But we all understand that our Highest Ranking officer, Major Thomas Heacock is a bit Stubborn and a bit sexiest as well.", "Enough with the chatter Carlos, keep your head in the game." , "Yes Ma'am. Carlos out." Shaking her head once more, she set the hand held back down. Stepping back over towards the Commander, Lindsay stood there as she looked out the bridge windows and just looked at the island, hoping that Carlos will come back to see his wife and two kids. Sighing slightly, she pulled up the chair from before and sat down in it.
Post by Capt. Mackenzie Wagner, RN on Sept 16, 2017 15:41:57 GMT -5
Satisfied that a potential crisis had been averted, Commander Wagner went back to monitoring the operation as it proceeded along, listening to the back-and-forth between Lindsay and her American compatriots and outwardly feeling calm, cool and collected but all the while feeling as thought she'd overstepped some invisible boundary, some line you weren't supposed to cross. Standing there at the captain's mast, McKenzie kept her ears tuned to all the communications while she looked at the map, keen to get this mission out of the way so they continue retaking Hawaii, one island at a time....(Maj. Gerrard, 8 Rifles) Watching the Vampire make its' strafing runs, Major Gerrard raised his fist high in the air and yelled out a hearty cheer at each run; pretty soon, most every Rifleman - male and female - was cheering the Vampire's effort, thankful to finally see the roundel of the Royal Air Force back in the sky....even if its' on an aircraft over twice as old as most of the troops in my command, Gerrard mused.
As the Vampire streaked back into the sky, doing a victory roll as it streaked upward; speaking into his radio handsett, he said, "Vampire, Vampire, this is 5-8 Rifles; good shooting there. Good shooting. Out." Handing the radio handset back to his radioman, Gerrard motioned for everyone to get up and called out to them, "Alright, let's get up and move out; we got an airfield to seize..."
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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