[Alpha IC] Fallen Angel - SD 241203.02 Duty Log | DFCO | LtGen. Richard Sharpe
Peter Miller
A Mission Post by Lieutenant General Richard Sharpe
Mission: Fallen Angel
Location: Carrie 8
Timeline:
OOC: Just a short log to get the marines into play.
=*= Landing Site Charlie =*=
Richard emerged from the lander wearing his green BDU's and cap, with black rank insignia on both the cap and on a patch in the middle of his chest. He looked around him as other marines emerged from the other landers that were part of his strike force. He'd taken the 2nd Battalion, and assumed operational command of Strke Force Charlie, which would be heading to the northern area of the marine base.
Vehicles were coming to life and roaring away from the lander craft, tanks, armoured personnel transports, and HMWV's (known as Humvees) were forming up ready for the off. Whilst the equipment looked similar to twenty first century US military machinery, appearances were where it stopped. Each vehicle was independant with hydrogen power cells that continuously recharged, and other modern updates that far outpowered their ancient counterparts.
The Battalion CO, Lt Colonel Sanders walked up to Sharpe and gave him a curt nod. Saluting didn't happen in the field, at least, not all that much. "We're ready to roll, General."
"Alright Sanders, we need to cover the ground quickly in order to be at the jump off point for when Denterius's lot has arrived." Sharpe said.
Sanders nodded, and lead Sharpe to the command hummer. This had state-of-the-art communications gear that enabled Sharpe and Sanders to control all aspects of the strike force from one point - without deploying a mobile command vehicle.
Each of the four forces advanced to their jump off positions, but the trouble was, the last 80KM's of the advance were in the open and were completely exposed. This had been deliberate designing by the engineers who built the base, so that no one could sneak up on it - but the marines were now paying for this by not being able to sneak up on their own base. They had to get to their positions, which were about 1.5 KM's from the base, without being detected - in open fields.
They reached their designated positions only eight minutes behind schedule, as they'd been forced to travel slower than anticipated through a newly laid minefield, that wasn't on the map. They got into their jump-off positions, ready to execute on Sharpe's order. Mobile artillery pieces were brought up to optimum firing position, and everyone was ready.
All that had to happen now, was already underway.
=*= End Log =*=
Lt. General Richard Sharpe
Deputy Fleet Commander
Alpha Fleet