05-16-2014, 07:59 PM
Sapper Tamrat flashed a white-toothed grin and waltzed through the hole opened in the door, none too concerned with the still glowing metal edges. Seven others followed him through, and they were joined by a middle-eastern man sporting the insignia of an officer, a Captain to be exact.
Tamrat stepped forwards and offered to shake hands with Captain Miko, grinning happily all the while. They were on time, although a glance past the man revealed desperately few people in need of rescuing. Less then 400, counting the soldiers?
Capitan Shihab Hakim stepped in. The man carried no rifle; his only weapon was a pistol strapped to his thigh, and a bushel of magazines about his person; the iconic officer, in that respect. He nodded grimly to Captain Miko, whom he assumed was the one in charge of the remaining CCD troops, "You have done well, Capitan, but it is time you and your men go home, yes?"
The situation in DV worried him greatly; conflicts of this scale, of this motivation, never ended well. He'd seen the flames in Mecca, and had felt sorrow like he had never felt before. The holiest sites in God's kingdom stood there, and his brothers had brought war to their doorstep.
There had been a group who once considered themselves warriors of the true Islam, of Allah. They had taken hundreds hostage in the Grand Mosque of Mecca in 1979. Hundreds had died, and blood had been spilled within the walls of the Grand Mosque, a sin for which they were sure to pay still. A sin now rolled ten-fold upon the shoulders of Muslims everywhere.
That conflict had seen aid by the Legion as well. Pakistani troops, trained and readied by the Legion to execute the rescue, where Saudi troops had been unable or unwilling.
He offered Miko a tablet on which was a tactical explanation of what was to follow. The assault group outside was already beginning to fan out, to secure the area between the Fortress and the fire base where Jacques waited. Phase one was nearly complete. "We have secured planes, but need pilots. It is hoped some have survived, and are with you now? There is space enough for your men as well."
Tamrat stepped forwards and offered to shake hands with Captain Miko, grinning happily all the while. They were on time, although a glance past the man revealed desperately few people in need of rescuing. Less then 400, counting the soldiers?
Capitan Shihab Hakim stepped in. The man carried no rifle; his only weapon was a pistol strapped to his thigh, and a bushel of magazines about his person; the iconic officer, in that respect. He nodded grimly to Captain Miko, whom he assumed was the one in charge of the remaining CCD troops, "You have done well, Capitan, but it is time you and your men go home, yes?"
The situation in DV worried him greatly; conflicts of this scale, of this motivation, never ended well. He'd seen the flames in Mecca, and had felt sorrow like he had never felt before. The holiest sites in God's kingdom stood there, and his brothers had brought war to their doorstep.
There had been a group who once considered themselves warriors of the true Islam, of Allah. They had taken hundreds hostage in the Grand Mosque of Mecca in 1979. Hundreds had died, and blood had been spilled within the walls of the Grand Mosque, a sin for which they were sure to pay still. A sin now rolled ten-fold upon the shoulders of Muslims everywhere.
That conflict had seen aid by the Legion as well. Pakistani troops, trained and readied by the Legion to execute the rescue, where Saudi troops had been unable or unwilling.
He offered Miko a tablet on which was a tactical explanation of what was to follow. The assault group outside was already beginning to fan out, to secure the area between the Fortress and the fire base where Jacques waited. Phase one was nearly complete. "We have secured planes, but need pilots. It is hoped some have survived, and are with you now? There is space enough for your men as well."