A tanker truck exploded several blocks from where Chalk 1 was. Three War Guards spotted Chalk 1, even while the riots continued. In fact, it seemed that the riots were getting worse.
Chalk 1 turned down a back alley only a block from the radio station. Two Rygardi soldiers turned down the same alley, and were quickly dispatched by the soldiers on point. They turned right and stopped at the back entrance. Chalk 1 stacked up on the door and placed a breaching charge. Detonating it, the chalk entered and eliminated threats inside the first room. Half the chalk continued to clear the downstairs, while the other half climbed the stairs to clear the second story.
The riots were getting worse. Armored War Guards and heavily armed Rygardi soldiers launched attacks, killing all civilians in their paths.
Meanwhile, a heavily armed armored train was speeding towards Greenhurst Downs. On its sides were painted the Vulshainian Ground Forces insignia. The train’s guns turned and opened fire on several Rygardi gun encampments and soldiers as it headed to the nearby train station, which was several hours away.
The commanding officer of the Rygardi units controlling the radio station was starting to panic. “What do you mean we lost contact with the first floor!? STOP THEM!” The Rygardi soldiers readied themselves for ‘siege warfare’. They turned over tables, desks, anything to provide them cover. They aimed their weapons at the door.
The first floor had been cleared by the first half of the chalk, and as the second half climbed the stairs, they heard the sounds of furniture slamming against the floor. They stopped at the slightly shut door. “Masks on.” Each chalk member put on their gas masks, and the soldier on point was handed a tear gas canister. He tossed the live canister into the room occupied by the Rygardi soldiers.
The guards began coughing. “What’s going on?”
Meanwhile, several Rygardi soldiers tried to take shelter inside the radio station, but were overpowered by an angry mob as the civilians started attacking any member of the Rygardi military. The civilians were going to storm the radio station! However, the sight of the Southern Yugoslavians stopped the raging mob. “Who are you people? You aren’t Rygardi soldiers?”
“Can we help?”
“Maybe they’re our liberators! Let’s help them out!”
The mob, in their rage and willingness to help, headed towards the second floor.
The soldiers on the first floor blocked the stairs to the mob, shouting for them to stop in English. At the same time, the soldiers on the second floor stormed the tear gas filled room, rifle-butting the disoriented Rygardi soldiers sending them to the ground. They were quickly zip-tied and rushed downstairs to the other half of the chalk. The chalk leader announced to the halted rioters in English. “Go home. It’s too dangerous for you to be out in the streets. We have gunships in the air, and armor is on its way. We will be clearing house to house to ensure you are safe.” One soldier came down holding a Rygardi flag. “It’s up.”
Above the radio station, one of the corporals had replaced the flag is a new Southern Yugoslavian flag.
The Rygardi soldiers saw the Southern Yugoslavian flag. A commissar snarled. “Burn and kill every citizen for this treachery.”
“But sir—”
BANG!
The Commissar shot the private in the head. “I said destroy them all, especially these mongrel invaders.”
“YES SIR!”
Still riots continued in other parts of the city, but the riots around the radio station had calmed down some, with the remaining Rygardi soldiers withdrawing to parts of the city where they still held power. Overhead two Vulshainian Hinds flew over. “You see anything, Bird’s Eye 1?”
“Negative, wait…OH SH—” Bird’s Eye 1 was hit by a rocket. The next shot hit Bird’s Eye 2 in the tail, sending it spinning to the ground. “This is Vulshainian Hind Bird’s Eye 2! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!” The Hind crashed about twenty or twenty-five blocks from the radio station.
Junior Sergeant Ferdynand Khariton Iosif shook his head. “Is everyone alright?”
Several people groaned. Ferdynand’s head pounded. He squinted, then his eyes widened when he saw them. A lot of Rygardi soldiers rushing towards the downed Hind. “This is Vulshainian Junior Sergeant Ferdynand Khariton Iosif, requesting immediate backup from any friendly forces! Like now! I got wounded here!” Ferdynand tried to move his right arm, but he hissed in pain as the pain ripped through him. He saw why: a large piece of sharpnel had pierced his arm, preventing him from moving it. “Damn,” he said, as he tried firing his AK-74 at the charging Rygardi soldiers with one arm. His aim was off, but it was better than nothing.
A small group of Mi-28 Havocs witnessed both Hinds go down and heard the distress transmission. The Havocs changed course and headed towards the crash site. The lead helicopter radioed back to Bird’s Eye 2.
“Night Wolf 1 to Bird’s Eye 2, we are en route to your current location. ETA 30 seconds.”
Thirty seconds later, three Havocs hovered above the crash site of Bird’s Eye 2.
-Marking targets. Prepare to fire.- The pilot reported over to the gunner. In the gunner’s HUD, multiple Rygardi soldiers were marked with a red diamond.
-Targets confirmed.-
The mounted 30 mm autocannon swept over towards where the gunner was looking.
-Engaging.-
The gunner pulled the trigger and sent a burst of 30 mm shells towards the Rygardi soldiers. At the same time, the pilot radioed over to Ferdynand.
“How many do you have down there? We don’t have much room.”
“Thank God,” Ferdynand said as he watched the Southern Yugoslavians even the odds. “The other pilot’s dead, as well as two of the four passangers in here as well. The other two and myself are badly injuried. I can’t move. I got sharpnel pinning my arm. I can’t move my legs, and my back feels weird. Don’t know why it feels weird.”
He fired again at the charging Rygardi soldiers. “Don’t know how much longer we can hold out! Got a horde of baddies heading my way! We need immediate medevac at once! I repeat: immediate medevac now!”
At the other crash site, Starshina Ishia Zelinia came out of the wreckage, growling in pain as she tried to crawl out of the downed Hind. “Can anyone here me? This is Starshina Ishia Zelinia of the Confederate Ground Forces. Need immediate medevac now!” She fired at the rushing Rygardi soldiers. She howled in pain as a bullet from a M-16 struck in the leg. She fired at the enemy soldier. Suddenly, a Rygardi soldier shot her in the shoulder from behind. “WILL SOMEONE GIVE ME A HAND HERE!? I’M FUCKING SURROUNDED!”
The first BTR-90s and BMP-3s pulled through the city limits while Type 10s swung around to cut off the town from the rest of the country.
“Roger that Starshina. Friendly armor units are inbound on your position, ETA two minutes.”
A Ka-60 had shown up over the crash site of Bird’s Eye 2.
-Camel 1 here. Keep us covered, we’re airlifting the dead and wounded.-
-Solid copy Camel 1, drop your load and pick them up. We’ve got you covered.
Camel 1 began dropping several medics and soldiers. Behind them dropped multiple stretchers to haul the dead and wounded. The Havocs eliminated most threats before they reached the working medics.
Ferdynand hissed in pain as the medics tried to remove the sharpnel so they could get him free. But they couldn’t get it out. “Leave me! Get the others out of here!” He fired a shot at a Rygardi soldier who had somehow made it through. “I’ll hold them off long enough for you to get out of here.”
Meanwhile, a group of Vulshainian soldiers were busy being dropped off not far from the Greenhurst Downs City Hall. “Alright people, our mission is to go in there and capture the city hall. Try to avoid hitting civilians here.”
“Sir, that’s going to be difficult what with all of the riots.”
Just then, a massive explosion went off as a building exploded nearby. “Alright, move! MOVE!” The Vulshainians quickly began moving, although the building fell in the opposite direction. They took out some Rygardi soldiers.
At the same time…
Starshina Ishia Zelinia yelled, “I don’t have two minutes! I’ll be dead before then! I need assistance now! I can’t hold them off long!”
–This is Vulshainian Hawkeye Leader here, over. Starshina Zelinia, help is on the way. Southern Yugoslavians, we’ll soften the baddies up for you as you make your way to her. We can’t land. Zone’s too hot. We’ll provide sniper cover for you. Over."
The Kamov Ka-50 Hawkeye Leader opened fire on several Rygardi snipers and soldiers, thereby cutting down on the number of enemies shooting at the Southern Yugoslavian convoy. Meanwhile, Kamov Ka-50 Hawkeye Two and Three began to provide cover fire for the injuried Zelinia.
Bird’s Eye 2 Crash Site
“No. Nobody gets left behind. We’ll just have to deal with the shrapnel later.” The medic turned to the soldier next to him. “Cut the shrapnel from under his arm.” The soldier nodded and quickly cut away the shrapnel under Ferdynand’s arm using bolt cutters, freeing him from the ground. A stretcher was brought over to them, and they loaded Ferdynand onto the stretcher, prepping it so it could be lifted up to the helicopter. “Stay with him. I have other wounded to attend to.” The soldier nodded once again as the medic ran off. The soldier looked down at Ferdynand. “Stay still. We don’t need to agitate the shrapnel.”
Bird’s Eye 1 Crash Site
A couple minutes later…
A BTR turned a corner and finally reached the crash site of Bird’s Eye 1.
-Hawkeye Leader we are at the crash site. Continue providing air cover while we get the dead and wounded.-
The ramp dropped, unloading seven battle ready Marines who immediately ran over to secure Starshina Ishia Zelinia and the remaining bodies and wounded.
Southern Yugoslavian-Controlled Radio Station
At the same time, the troops in the radio station kept the captured Rygardi soldiers in the basement, closely guarded by two of the soldiers. The commander recorded a broadcast message, and began sending it over loudspeakers and the airwaves. On the radio in the same room, static turned into the message. ‘Attention all citizens, this is Lieutenant Boris Treskiv of the Southern Yugoslavian Army. You are to immediately return to your home and await further instructions.’
After the message, another one followed and began repeating both. ‘To all members of the Rygardi military: You are to put down your arms and surrender to soldiers of the Southern Yugoslavian Military. The city has been cut off from the rest of the country, and we control the air. Armored vehicles are inside the city. Failure to surrender will result in bodily harm or death.’
High Commissar Xavins Gregarus glared at the city. “Begin the purge.”
“Yes, High Commissar!”
“And have our forces begin to build up the defenses around the City Hall. They will want the City Hall intact, but they will not get it without a fight.”
Hawkeye Leader, here again. Better hurry up. I spot a large number of Rygardi tanks and heavy ordiance coming your way. Looks like M1A1 Abrams and MRLs, as well as some Hummvees too. I’ll try and hold them off, but I can’t guaratee that I’ll be able to do it for long. Hawkeye Leader out. Hawkeye Leader began to fire upon the Rygardi convoy, trying to strafe them.
Hawkeye Leader again! You boys better get into high gear! Just spotted some new type of War Guard. Looks like some sort of powered armor with two cannons in place of hands. Never seen this type of War Guard before.
Hawkeye Leader continued to try and slow down the Rygardi forces.
Ferdynand said, “My back still feels funny.”
“I think both pilots are dead. They aren’t moving,” Starshina Ishia Zelinia said.
While the armored train provided cover at the train station, the Vulshainians began to make their way towards the radio station.
A convoy of Vulshainian forces headed towards the Southern Yugoslavian-controlled radio station. Upon arriving, General Major Jonas Russell got out. He approached the Southern Yugoslavian guards. “General Major Jonas Russell of the Vulshainian Ground Forces. Hope you don’t mind us dropping by for a visit.”
(OOC: I’m going to start using blue to denote when they speak in Lobonese.)
Bird’s Eye 1 Crash Site
Multiple large explosions occurred not far from the armored column. Soon after, a flight of five ZSU-15Bs (the carrier-launched variant of the ZSU-15) flew over the armored column.
-Nothing a few hundred pounds of high explosive won’t fix. Keep up the good work, we got you covered.-
The formation broke off and began engaging more ground targets. The Marine, named Alexsander, tending to Starshina Ishia Zelinia looked up and chuckled. “Looks like we got a bit more time.”
He opened up the stretcher and gently moved her onto the stretcher. The Marine looked up and called out to another Marine in Lobonese. “Vladimir! Help me load her into the BTR!” Vladimir ran over to help load her into the BTR. Alexsander looked down at Zelinia. “Hold tight, we’re getting the rest of them.”
A Marine shouted out to Alexsander. “Alex! We got a live one! The pilot’s still alive!” Alexsander turned around and ran towards the Marine that called out.
Bird’s Eye 2 Crash Site
“Okay, sit tight. The winch is coming down.” A few seconds later, the winch was down and being hooked into the stretcher Ferdynand was on. Before being lifted to the helicopter, the soldier spoke to him again. “Hang on, you’ll be in the M.A.S.H in Esteroak shortly.” He made a motion to the helicopter, telling them to lift the winch. The soldier returned to helping the injured.
Southern Yugoslavian Controlled-Radio Station
“Of course not Genera Majorl. One moment.” One of the guards headed downstairs to where the Rygardi soldiers were being kept. Loud shouting could be heard, both in English and the occasional phrase in Lobonese. Screams too, would be heard from downstairs. The commander of Chalk 1, Captain Yusiliy Krenvchok came upstairs smoking a cigarette mumbling under his breath.
“Damn Rygardi scum. Keeping tails in the open.”
Yusiliy looked up at the General Major. “Can I help you?”
The General-Major paid no attention to the screams. “I see you had some Rygardi POWs. Those Rygardi really give us humans a bad name. Anyhow, I’m here to help coordinate a team-effort. My superiors think it would be best if we start working together in bringing the Rygardi government down, before the Rygardi military or the Rygardi civilian mobs tear the place apart. We have reports that the police here are crooked and corrupt and have been killing refugees. We have riots occurring all over the place. You taking over this radio station kind of help to calm things down, but we still have looting and rioting going on. We may have to play riot police here for a bit. If you don’t mind me coming inside the station. Wouldn’t be good if we both got KIA by a sniper simply because we’re chit-chatting.”
“Of course not, come in.” Yusiliy led the General-Major inside the radio station. Inside, some of the soldiers in Chalk 1 sat around a wooden box on fold-out chairs playing with a deck of cards, their guns next to them on the ground. A sergeant sat on a fold-air chair next to the table cleaning his P213 handgun. Two more soldiers sat against the wall near the stairs, drinking from their canteens and speaking to each other silently. A master sergeant climbed up the stairs smoking a cigarette, sheathing a knife. Upstairs, three soldiers on watch fired at two Rygardi soldiers that had gotten lost during their tactical retreat.
The master sergeant approached Yusiliy. “They’ve been given the mark, Captain.”
“Good. And the tails?”
“They’ve been disposed of properly. Maybe we can make an example of these bastards.”
Yusiliy nodded. “If not, we taught those scum a lesson.”
Yusiliy turned to the General-Major.
“While I agree with you, my orders are to stand by until we take our armor gets here. After that, we’re headed to the city hall and hospital to open it up to civilians.”
The General-Major nodded. “I understand. I have several of my forces heading towards a few hospitals…well, the ones still standing that is. According to our reports, most of the hospitals were either destroyed by the riots by panicking refugees looking for medicine and supplies or by soldiers who were carrying out scorched earth tactics. From what we have gained by interviewing the civilian refugees, most of the riots are taking place at the Casino Area. Slot machines, ATMs, you name it. That’s the one area I’m very worried about. If we go in there, unprepared, any of our soldiers would be slaughtered. The riots are strongest near areas of the city still controlled by the Rygardi military. City Hall’s defenses will most certainly be strong. We’ll have to fight our way into the center of the city as that’s where city hall is. We have an armored train ready and prepped to go. There’s a lot of railroads in this city, so we could easily use it, although we’ll have to scout them to see which ones are damaged and which ones we can use.”
The sound of tracks and diesel engines were heard outside, and the squealing of wheeled vehicles’ brakes were heard soon after. One of the soldiers upstairs called out to Yusiliy.
“Captain, the convoy’s here!”
The doors opened and a radio team entered. Behind them, a Colonel entered. He nodded to the General-Major, acknowledging him. The Colonel approached Yusiliy.
“We’ll take it from here, Captain. You and your men are to be moving to secure City Hall. Intel says some Vulshainian troops are bogged down around the City Hall. You’re going in to relive them and provide armor support.”
“Yes, sir. We also have some Rygardi POWs down below.”
“We’ll deal with them later. Move out.”
The Captain nodded, and led his men out to the convoy. They mounted up, and the convoy began moving towards the City Hall. The radio crew had set up the equipment needed to command troop movements and continue pumping out propaganda. The Colonel turned to the General-Major.
“So, what can I do for you?”
The General-Major nodded. “Yes, there is. As I was telling the Captain a few moments ago, I’m here to help coordinate joint operations together to remove Archibald Rivers from power, before either the military or the civilian mobs tear Rygard apart. Right now, I’m sending some soldiers to the Casino Area to stop the riots there. Intel says that you have some soldiers near there. Might be a good idea for both of our boys and girls to team up to stop these riots. Intel says that it’s, and I quote, “A looter’s paradise times ten.” Basically, the Rygardi civilians are busting ATMs, beating each other up over coins from said ATMs and slot machines…well, you get the idea. Also, now, while some of the Rygardi cops are nothing more than thugs with badges, a good many are good honest cops trying to uphold what little law and order there is left here. I guess we’ll have to keep an eye out for the good cops.”
Meanwhile, a group of Rygardi Greenhurst Downs police officers were gathered around a school. They wore kevlar vests and helmets with face shields. One of the Rygardi officers noticed the Southern Yugoslavian soldiers. He flagged them down. “Hey, you guys the Southern Yugoslavians? Listen, we need your help. There’s a pyscho in there and he’s got some kids and teachers hostage. He’s already killed ten kids and a teacher. We called for the riot police, but we’re all stretched too thin. Hell, I heard there’s a hostage situation in our own damn police building!” There’s a gunshot from a shotgun and a dying child’s scream. “I saw that you f****ing cops! I saw you trying to get near me! I want off this god-forsaken rock!”
“Damn! I thought we were so close to getting him! Please you got to help us out! That crazy might kill everyone in there!”
Meanwhile in the Casino Area, a teenage girl named Metacia Sanders was trying to contact her father, Dr. Abdul Sanders.
She just had to find a working ATM/phone. She needed to get near one that wasn’t being destroyed by looters. “Please…Ouch watch it!”
“Get lost girl! Can’t you see I’m busy!”
“Hey that’s mine!”
“Fuck off! I saw that jackpot first!”
Metacia decided to do something. She plugged her phone into the area’s loudspeakers and began to hack into them. She then smiled.
Police sirens could be heard.
“It’s the cops! Let’s get out of here!”
“No way in hell I’m going back to jail!”
“Um…I got enough money anyhow!”
Metacia ran to the nearest ATM and hacked into it. Her father came onto the screen. “Daddy!”
“Metacia? Metacia where are you!? Why haven’t you left the city yet!? Greenhurst Downs is on the verge of collapse. Hell, the whole nation of Rygard is falling apart! The Vulshainians and Southern Yugoslavians are slowly taking over the city block by block. You must leave now.”
“Not without you!”
“Metacia listen to me. I stuck in the military intelligence building. There’s Vulshainian soldiers fighting with the Rygardi soldiers and War Guards outside.” Booms and gunfire can be heard. “I’ve managed to lock myself and the other scientists into the lower levels. But you must leave now.”
“No Papa! I can’t!”
“Metacia listen—”
The sound of a shotgun cocking could be heard behind Metacia and the touch of the gun’s cold metal barrel could be felt. An old woman wearing what looked like her Sunday’s best but now somewhat ragged was pointing a shotgun at the back of Metacia’s head. “Nice trick with the police sirens and speakers, dearie. But not nice enough to be fool me. Now, step away from the ATM!”
“Metacia what’s going on?”
“I SAID STEP AWAY FROM THE DAMN MACHINE BITCH!”
Metacia did as she was told she watched as the old hag went crazy and started yelling. “For seventeen years, these damn things top my money! The world’s ending and I want my money back! I WANT MY DAMN MONEY BACK!”
The old woman shot the ATM several times before slamming the butt of the shotgun against the machine, causing money to spew out like a broken slot machine. The woman went crazy as she repeated: “JACKPOT! JACKPOT! JACKPOT!” Metacia saw several Southern Yugoslavian and Vulshainian soldiers coming towards them. They hadn’t spotted the old woman and Metacia yet.
“Ma’am, they’re—”
Bang! The shot missed Metacia by a hair’s length. “Get away from my money you slutty bitch! I’m not sharing it with you! Now get lost before I blow your head off!” Metacia ran, trying to find a place to hide from the approaching Southern Yugoslavians and Vulshainians. The old hag was still repeating jackpot over and over again. Metacia hid before a dumpster well out of sight of anyone.
“Please don’t find me…” she whispered, thankful that she was out of sight.
OOC: You can’t see her unless you look on the other side of the dumpster, but she isn’t making any noise, so I guess there’s no reason to look for her there. 
Two BTR-90s stopped at the school while the rest of the convoy moved towards the Casino Area. The ramps opened up and unloaded the 14 soldiers inside them. A lieutenant approached the police officer. “Have your guys hang back. We’ve got it.” Half of the soldiers flanked to the other side of the school, while the other half stayed out front with a sniper sighted on the window. The BTRs aimed their machine guns at the window to as a show of force. The lieutenant picked up a megaphone and began talking to the gunman.
“We can get you on the first plane out of here. Just come out with your hands up.”
Meanwhile the rest of the convoy had rolled into the Casino Area on edge. Soldiers rode on the top of the BTRs and BMPs to accompany more troops. They approached the busted open ATM, where the old lady was still shouting about the jackpot. The convoy stopped, and a corporal jumped off the lead BTR. He approached the old woman uneasily. “Ma’am, step away from the ATM.” The old woman screamed at the corporal and fired a shotgun shell at him, hitting him square in the chest. The BTR fired several machine gun rounds at the old woman, killing her. The other soldiers on top of the lead BTR jumped off and ran towards the corporal’s crumpled body.
“Josef! Oh shit oh shit.” A sergeant kneeled beside him. “MEDIC!” The ramp on the lead BTR dropped and the medic ran out and kneeled beside Josef. He looked up at the sergeant. “Call for a MEDEVAC.” The sergeant nodded and called for a Ka-60 to MEDEVAC Josef. “He’s waking up! He’s alive!” Josef starting chuckling. “Good thing I wore my plates today.” The sergeant smiled and laughed, visibly shaken. He kissed Josef’s forehead. “I ain’t leaving you yet, bro.” Josef looked at his arm. “She caught my arm, but I think I’m okay.” The medic and sergeant carried Josef so he could lean against the BTR. The medic examined his leg. “She caught you in the leg too. Hang tight, the helicopter’s on its way.”