So It Begins. Location: The Guardian Base, Hangar, The E.I. Military base outside Pyong Yang Users: @Ramboing @SoleStride @Kurogane86 @Dakota K5 GM POST The hangar was filled with the hustle and bustle of thousands of people moving around constantly, periodically interrupted by the sound of an intercom calling for one thing or another. The past week had flown by quickly, and little time had been left for anyone to do anything aside from train and prepare. When the time came, Deanta and the other teachers came to collect the E.I. members personally, before they left for the hangar they all stopped by the armory and picked up their weapons and equipment that had been fitted for them and prepared carefully. The conversations inside the hangar were hushed, quiet, and grim, not much was said, and what was talked about was usually questions of the future, what it would hold. Scenes of children seeing off their mothers and fathers with tears in their eyes were not uncommon, and the sound of crying was usually quickly hushed by those adults assigned to stay behind and care for the children. When the time came, a loud buzzer sounded throughout the hangar, and the soldiers grouped up into units, each forming in front of their commander. The E.I. were no different, this time, the teachers and soldiers assigned to the unit along with the E.I. members themselves formed in front of Otto. Otto had been briefed before hand, his unit would advance into the military compound ahead of the other units and push to take on Cal and Nicholas while the rest took the brunt of the fire and attention from enemy fire an units. Assigned to Otto were the most prestigious and skilled mages that the Guardians had to offer, twenty in total, plus thirty more highly trained and skilled men and women armed to the teeth for combat who were veterans of heated battles. Not only that, but every single one of them had volunteered for this mission too. Lucien made his appearance late, per usual, and stood off to the side out of formation. His usual suit was covered with a belt that held a sword on his back and knife across his chest, with two pistols holstered on his hips and spare mags for them at his sides. He smoked his usual cigarette and he was quiet, not saying anything to anyone. The second buzzer that came signaled the time for boarding the VTOL transports that had been provided, the vehicles themselves having been stolen from the hangars of many different E.I. locations over time. As the group boarded their vehicles, they were each supplied with a radio and a throat mic headset for communication, so that they didn't have to hold onto the radio to speak. The radio was placed on a pouch on their back, where it would be out of the way from interfering with movement and the like. The troops inside the vehicles were quite as they lifted into the air. A sense of finality spread through the cabins as they did and some found themselves praying and hoping that they would come back. Various rituals were performed by each soldier. The trip was finished in a matter of twelve hours, and fifteen minutes before the planes entered the combat zone, a red light flipped on in the cabin, indicating that the drop zone was coming up. Soldiers began to stir, making final checks over their gear before staring grimly at the floor and awaiting what was to come. Lucien, who had not smoked during the flight, took this moment to stand up. "Ladies, gentlemen, we are approaching the drop zone. Make peace with whatever divine power you believe in. What we do today many of us won't survive, you all were told that much before this, and you all volunteered anyway. Whatever happens today, just remember that our sacrifice will not be in vain. Stick to the plan, follow orders given by Otto and your commanders, and pray that it makes a difference. Good luck and god speed to you all." Lucien said nothing more, and he sat down, making sure to rack the slides on both his pistols to chamber a round in both, before sliding them back into their holsters. Ten minutes passed, then five, then a yellow light popped on, indicating thirty seconds, and the soldiers inside all of the other VTOLS readied to land. As the light went green, the cargo ramp opened and soldiers began to run and jump into the open air, where flak exploded all around them, shots from ground AA blowing up in an effort to kill the attackers who had appeared so suddenly. Nearby, a VTOL exploded and began to spiral out of control and towards the ground. As the E.I. members hit the ground, squads of E.I. troops, a good majority of them the North Korean trainees, begun to pour out of the main gate to the military base outside Pyong Yang. On the walls of the compound itself, machine gun fire from emplacements began raining down, and flashes of exploding grenades could be seen from the E.I. VTOL as the battle began. The E.I. VTOL was not among those that began the main assault though, it instead broke off and traveled a farther distance west, circling around the flak emplacements to land in a small clearing, where the group of sixty some odd troops disembarked and formed up on Otto, before traveling inwards towards the rear of the enemy base. As the force neared the walls they grew more tense, and as they approached the wall quietly, each and every one of them prepared for a fight, they were surprised by the quietness of the surrounding area, and the lack of resistance around the wall. Charges were placed in silence, and the wall was blasted open. Immediately they came under heavy fire, a small amount of debris was provided as cover and most of the group was forced to stay outside the wall by sustained heavy fire from the enemy. In fact, the only ones inside the compound was Tyler, Otto, Maine, and Daisuke, the rest were pinned down outside. Opposing them on three sides behind sandbagged positions were twenty soldiers, about twelve the well trained and disciplined clones while the other eight were North Koreans. The two of the Koreans were manning a Russian DShk heavy machine gun that fired a 12.7mm cartridge, a serious and very present threat. The rest were covering them with AK-47s and XM8's, alternating their fire so that only two men were firing at once to suppress the enemy, and waiting for the opposition to pop up to fire. A nearby soldier immediately hit an alarm, and shouted in something in Korean, before returning to covering the entrance. GM Post Christians barracks was shaken by a massive explosion and the sudden sounding of an alarm going off that indicated an attack. The sergeant stormed into the barracks and started shouting orders to get dressed and ready for combat in Korean, and the troops inside started scrambling to get dressed and prepared to fight. For the past week these men had trained for it, while Alkura and Christian took up an alternate regime and started working on martial and magical combat skills, honing Christian's physical and magical ability so that he was pretty decent in combat, and so that the average soldier would be no match for him. As he had predicted he had gotten his ass kicked, a lot, but he had improved. As Alkura and Christian were prepared, rather then assembling with the other troops, they were stopped by the Lieutenant, who spoke to them directly. "An order straight from Cal, he wants you two to go deal with a surprise assault on the rear of the base. We've got about twenty men there who've got the bastards pinned, but the majority of our forces have to be deployed to hold off the enemy on the western side. Get moving and reinforce those troops there and push the enemy out before they get reinforced." The Lieutenant said nothing more, but ran off towards the western side, the Korean troops and sergeant in tow after the shout of an order to follow from him. Alkura shrugged before looking at Christian and smiling, a crazed looking her eye. "Well? What are we waiting for? We get to go have fun finally!" She accompanied this sentence with her typical giggle, and ran off towards the fight with her sword and bow in hand. When she arrived, she set up besides the machine gun, which was firing at the enemy who were pinned down, and clipped her sword to her belt, before knocking an arrow and drawing back her bow, waiting for a target to appear.