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[[OOC: I am trying to figure out where you are...my men and I are on a mission.]]

Dak looked around once more.
"Alright, Tom you go in first."
Tom nodded silently and moved forward stealthily.  The group waited five minutes, hoping that Tom had accomplishes his job.
"Alright now, Phil is up."
Phil moved silently to a house that gave a clear view of the general's and took cover next to it, completely invisible to anyone.  Then Phil silently moved to the front of the house, only to have a guard walk up next to him and whisper in his ear.  A look of relief appeared on Phil's face and Dak assumed that it was Tom.  Phil looked into the window of the house and whispered to Tom again.  Dak moved foward until he reached the side of the door and then motioned to Tom.
"Open it."
Tom moved to the door and knocked several times.  One of the two guards on the inside opened it and looked outside at Tom.
"What is it?"
Dak lunged forward and hit the guard in the face with the butt of his rifle.  The man stumbled backwards and collapsed when he hit the wall.  Dak then prepared to move in and take care of the final guard along with Ryo.

The wind rustled through James's hair as he rapidly drove in the stolen Kerait jeep, he had had the jeep stopped and then with one blow he knocked the driver senseless and took his jeep. He was straining the jeep, pushing it to it's limits, he was driving it at 50 mph just 5 less from it's max speed. He had to reach General Vermonts house before it was too late.

[[OOC- Heading to the place where you are, don't move till i come and get myself killed.]]

As James drew nearer to the house he saw figures moving furitively outside, as the road ended he leaped out if his jeep and run at full pace towards the house regardless of the risk. Soon he was near enough to see some members of Dak's squad there, he opened his mouth, 'S, but before one word left his mouth there was a sound like the cracking of a whip and James stopped right in his tracks, Ulren took aim and fired 2 more shots at James chest Phil too riddled his body with bullets before being stopped by Dak, blood spurted forth from his chest as James staggered a few steps backwards and fell to his knees, total shock ye urgency visible in his eyes, somehow he got up and with his hand outstretched he took a few steps forward and tried to say something to Dak but only gurgled out blood, James took out the cryptex on which he had written some numbers and tried to throw it but before it left his hand there was the sound of 2 more gunshots from the upper reaches of the building, 1 hit the cryptex and the other went through James head, almost as though in slow motion James Blake fell through the air, through timelessness and hit the ground with a thud rebounding twice before his head turned to his left eyes wide open, covered in his own pool of blood.

"I believe that Yerchico will believe with every bit of that plan except their surrender. He is a bloodthirsty man, and wishes for nothing else but for their country to be his. I am personally rather behind on the ideas of new technology, but some of my scientists have developed new technology. A new fabric called kevlar is being developed that is meant to stop bullets, along with a cylinder-like object that we call a supressor which can partially eliminate noise emitted from a weapon. We are also developing a new explosive that won't be done until next year, they're calling it plastique, I don't know much other than it can be molded. Colonel, I am working on something big, it may be a revolution to warfare as a whole, Special Operations. With the invention of the supressor, my men can now handle missions with stealth. Back to the matter at hand though, I believe you have a good plan, make sure that Yerchico is in a good mood before you deliver it to him..."

"I never said that special operations would break their will, I was saying that it would make reaching the capital a hell of a lot easier, and with jet technology, surgical strikes, and the helicopter, the capital can be reached. Listen, you have my approval on your plan, but Yerchico is a tough man to get stuff by, have a talk with him, but if your plan fails, you will be killed like Farilor. You're a good officer and a good friend, I don't want that to happen. Good luck," said Septim before getting up.

After Septim left, Delran called for Sharpe.
"Sir!"
"Sharpe, bring me Colonel Velkon Tumar!"
"Yes Sir!"
Sharpe left the office and returned after an hour with a man behind him. Colonel Velkon Tumar was 30 years old, black hair, black eyes and as his commander, he was descending from the third nation. He was in-command of the infantry regiment in Delran's unit and his second-in-command.
"You called for me Sir?"
"Yes I have. Close the door Sharpe! I want you both to hear me out. I will be going to the Goverment Palace to show a plan to Yerchico. If I die there, Tumar will take command of the entire unit. Understood?"
"Yes Sir!" said Sharpe, "But why do you have to die?"
"Indeed" said Velkon "Why?"
"It is only a possibility that I may die. I do not know the mood of Yerchico right now, and I must do this for Kerait, because I serve it now."
"Very well, Sir! I will take command if you die!"
"I will be doing the same thing for Colonel Tumar as I did for you, Sir?"
"Yes. That is understandable. This unit is the elite of the Army. If something happens to me, make sure it remains the same. Use any means necessary to keep Tumar in command, if someone like Vermont is given command over him."
"Understood Sir!" both of them replied.
"Now, go!"
"Yes Sir!"
After they left the room, Delran dialed Yerchico's secretary.
"Hello, Government Palace. Yerchico's secretary."
"Hello! This is Colonel Delran Dark. I would like to ask for an audience with Yerchico."
"We will call you back if that will be approved and give you all the details. Good bye Colonel!"

[OOC: I hope it is not godmoding. I also brought Velkon in the story, just in case I die. Am I allowed?]

[[OOC: He said at the beginning that he was pretty much just posting it.  He said we could elect the leaders of the countries, but since Slade is the only person on the other country...he is pretty much their leader.  Septim could be the leader of Kerait for all I care...as long as he doesn't blow things out of proportion ;) I will post later...at my grandparents and I don't like this keyboard for typing...]]

Dak quickly pulled the submachine gun of Ulren's downwards and pulled him closer.
"You fool, what were you thinking? He could not see us at all, so why did you start shooting?"

Noise came from the inside of the house and Dak turned to see General Vermont and his remaining guard with guns aimed at the door.
"Guard! What is going on?"

Tom looked surprised for a moment and then replied quickly.
"A vehicle suddenly drove up quickly and a man jumped out, running towards the house.  I fired thinking he was coming to attack.  He showed a complete disregard of how he looked running at the house.  I will check to see who it was."

General Vermont edged towards the door, pushing his guard in front of him.  Tom walked over towards the man who came running at them.  He checked the body and cursed silently when he realized he was one an ally.  He turned and shouted to General Vermont.
"I think you should look at this.  I think he may have been a spy."

General Vermont slowly moved out of the house along with his guard.  Dak moved up behind him and fired a bullet through the back of his skull, killing both Vermont and the guard with one bullet.  He then grabbed any items of usefullness and gave one last order.
"Let's get the hell out of here IMMEDIATELY.  I will have a full debriefing afterwards about the actions on this mission.  Someone grab the body quickly and anything near it.  We will figure out what is going on."

Ulren and Phil picked up the body and carried it off into the night.  The squad finished their mission, but the man they killed bothered Dak.  He wondered what he was doing there.

Delran was in his office when the phone rang. He picked it up.
"Colonel Delran Dark."
"Hello, Colonel! This is Yerchico's secretary. We have arranged a meeting between you and Yerchico tomorrow at noon."
"Thank you!"
"Good bye Colonel!"
"Good Bye!"
The next morning Delran opened the doors of his wardrobe and picked up an uniform that some may call ancient. It was a Kerait uniform from 400 years ago. It had a cape, leather boots, a tunic and leather trousers. He put on his sword, a long knife in the right boot, and a pistol in the right scabbard.
At 11 A.M. he called for Sharpe and Tumar and gave them the last instructions in case he would lose his life this afternoon, and proceded towards the Government Palace with his car.
Upon his arriving, he headed straight towards Yerchico's office.
"I am Colonel Delran Dark. I have a meeting with Yerchico."
"Of course. Please wait while I will announce you."

Delran entered Yerchico's office and closed the door. He walked towards Yerchico's desk and saluted him.
"Good day, Sir! Thank you for receiving me! Forgive me for being rude, but before we begin this meeting, I must ask you something. What are your intentions about this war?"

"Well than, Sir, this can be done. But we need to take a few measures that may seem a bit off. First of all, you should know that we have several types of weapons and armored vehicles in the research state, also we are developing a new jet engine, that will be used for aircrafts and the cruise missile all developed for conventional warfare. Also, General Septim told me that he has ordered a few improvements of the Special Operations Division, such as kevlar, the supressor and a new explosive material named plastique. All will be researched in about five years and put into production after one more year. Also the army will be fully equiped with them in about ten years.
What I am saying, is that we do not have the money needed for them to be developed and produced faster, because most of the money is poured into the war.
To give the Science and Development Section the money they need, I propose to draw the money from the military. now the only way we can do that is to decrease our number of troops. But we cannot do that as we are in a state of war. So I suggest that we sign for a ceasefire, for five years. That will give us enought time to fully develop and test the weapons and equip all our forces.
After five years we will engage them. Our forces will be technologicaly supperior and will crush them in a serries of battles. Our aim should be their capital. Seeing our forces sieging their capital, they will surrender without conditions. If not, we will proceed in taking their entire country city by city, as they will lack the resources and leadeship.
But this will not be easy, because as we speak, they are preparing a large scale offensive. My spies report that they have developed a new weapon, some sort of tank, that has great armor and firepower. If we will fend off their offensive and call for a ceasefire, they might accept it, as they think they have the upper hand. They will only put their resources into this tank, not knowing that we already have several weapons that can destroy it. It will be their down fall. Also, I request to be named commander of the force that will meet the on the field in this battle."

Delram, trained in the art of warfare in all of it's aspects, didn't move a muscle.
"Is there something on my face? A bug? Or a fly on my head?"

After leaving Yerchico's office, Delran headed straight back to his office. He locked himself there and began planning the campaign that will allow them to gain more time to win the war.

Dak finished debriefing his men and chewed out Phil and Ulren about their trigger fingers.  Tom luckily had been the more professional of the three and kept his disguise throughout the mission.  The group was walking out of the door, the last remnants of their conversation finishing up.
"-If you see someone coming up immediately, and they do not see you, take cover damnit.  Do not do that ever again or I will bust my rifle over your heads.  We turned the body into the men under General Septim's command...we are waiting for a report on who that man was...I am not sure if we will ever see a report, but I wish to know who you two killed."

The group continued walking until they reached their barracks and put on their training clothes.  Dak led the group out of the barracks and blew on a whistle.
"Alright, we are going to run several miles around the base.  Keep up or I will deduct from your salaries.  Let's move!"

The group took off on their afternoon exercise run.

[[OOC: I think you are back in a holding cell until Septim decides what to do with you]]

After reading the letter, Ryo sat back for a few minutes, tracing lines in the dirt floor. Then, he looked up, and cleared his throat. Looking up, he remembered that the door was open, and lazily strolled out. Glancing around him, he began to walk down the hall. Passing a guard, he dropped his fingers a little and slid the pistol from its holster on the mans hip. hiding it in his coat, Ryo continued walking slowly, confident that the guard would not notice his lack of a weapon. turning a corner, Ryo jerked into a sprint down the passageway, around another corner and then out...he was free. Stepping forward, and fingering the pistol at his side, he realized that he could be free. He could shape his life anyway he wanted, for his hatred and need for revenge  had left him. Turning back towards the jail, he smiled and began walking down a hill towards the big city.

He had a new life, and he could use it anyway he pleased.

Loping down the hill, he disappeared into the early morning fog.

((OOC: Sorry for being inactive   :(  Had to put togeder the  Junior Prom.))

[[OOC: XD. You can still post the whole battle if you'd like! :-)]]

Ryo sat in his cave, a little hide-out he had used since he was a child. At the back of the cave were stacks of cans of food, on one side of the cave was a small mattress, and opposite it was a pile of clothes. The entrance to the cave was a small circular tunnel three feet long, concealed by a bush on the outside. Ryo grabbed a bag off the floor, checked the contents, and then zipped it up. After all the excitement about having a new life, he couldn't find anything to do but his old job. As he picked up the bag, his eye caught on the newspaper he had stolen from the city. Ryo hadn't gotten a chance to even look at it, but now his eyes pulled towards the headlines. They read: Kerait and Olkun'ut sign peace treaty! Yerchico pulls back troops from the frontier to begin deoccupation of the border!

Beneath it, there was a picture of Yerchico shaking hands with the leader of Olkun'ut. Ryo shook his head in digust. Why had they don it, when they were so close to winning the war? Ryo snarled. Tossing the paper to the ground, he dropped his bag and checked his belt for his gun. Pulling his jacket forward to conceal it, he leaned down and crawled out of the cave. Seemed he would have to talk some sense into these Kerait leaders, after all. Standing up outside the cave, he straightened the bush and loped toward the city.

Dak was handed a message from General Septim and read it quietly.  He got a grin on his face and turned over to Finn, who was cleaning his rifle.  Finn looked up and frowned.
"Whatever it is, it cannot be good because you are smiling."
Dak frowned for a moment and then grinned again, laughing slightly.
"Stand and salute Sergeant First Class Dak Perkins, corporal, or I will bust you down a rank"
Finn groaned and saluted Dak quickly before going back to cleaning his gun.
"Anything else in that message?"
Dak looked at it again.
"Well, we are now part of the "Dragon Teams" as the Red Dragons or red team.  We are under the command of General Septim.  We will be getting new equipment but it looks like we will be in combat for awhile."
Finn sighed to himself and then tossed his gun aside.
"Well, I guess we are on a vacation until that time comes."
Dak nodded.
"Looks like it Finn..."

Name:  Cole K. Reveritt
Age: 21
Faction: None
Class: Wanderer - Refugee
Personality: Depressed
History: Sad and depressed, Cole has geven up most hope for a new life in the Wrecked Lands.  Having lost both his mother and sister in a war battle, Cole has gone into a hopelessness that only the war could end.
Description: Cole has brown hair and green eyes, just like his mother.  His body has to be atheletic if he wants to survive in these times.  Cole carries around a staff that his mother used to use when the Wrecked Lands was a nation.

~~Four years ago...~~

Cole was running with his father down a dirt path into the forest.  Bombs were being launched into Bellerton, having already destroyed the military base there.  Cole was scared, due to the fact his mother and sister were still in the city.  When his father stopped at a safe distance, Cole fell on the ground, exhausted.

"You'd better be glad you still can feel exhaustion,"  Cole's father said.  "This war really has gotten out of hand."
"Well, at least the Kerait has more troops than the Olkun'uts,"  Cole said.
"You are for the Keraits?"
"They're more trustworthy than most Olkun'uts we've met."
Cole sat watching the battle rage on in the city.  The mortar strikes showed who was advancing based on where the other side's troops were.  Currently, the Keraits were wining the battle, bombardment dropped on the area close to the Olkun'ut outpost.  Then, something caught Cole's eyes.  Two women walking on the dirt path, one tall, one a kid.
"Mom!'
Cole ran as fasy as he could to reach his mother, when a stray mortar strike landed where Cole's mother was.
"No!"
Cole fell back from the explosion.  He could feel his own sobbing.  His father walked up to the spot where Mom's corpse stood blown in half.  The darkness rushed over the town, and everything went black for Cole.

~~Now~~

"Cole, is the duck finished cooking?"
Cole stood over a spit, roasting a duck slowly over the fire.
"It'll be ready soon!"  Cole yelled back.
It was a sunny day, not a single cloud in the air.  Singing high in the air was a group of ravens.The wind was calm, pushing a light breeze over the inhabitants of the refugee village.  Tents as far as the eye could see were in this village.  It was depressing to see the amount of refugees, but everything was depressing now.
"Save some duck for me, son."  Cole's father walks out from the forest, holding his axe on his shoulder.  "I have an appetite too."
"Here,"  Cole mumbled, handling Dad a large chunck of the duck.  Cole's father began chewing on it ravenously.
"I hope you have a better mood than this for tommorow,"  Dad said.  "After all, it is the day you were born!"
"Wait,"  Cole said,  "tommorow is my birthday?"
"What, has all of this travelling let you forget?"  Dad said, laughing.  "IT's the day you become of age, 21 years old.  I hope you put on your clean clothing, not the rags we wear everyday."  Dad sighed a bit, and then smiled.  "It's a wonder you're still alive for this day.  Think it means anything?"
"Yeah,"  Cole said.  "A life of misery."

Major Gregory Rell entered Septim's offce. Rell had been Stromgard's replacement the year before, he was a good man.
"General, Delran has requested weapons, vehicles, and birds. He's asked for a lot, sir, here is the list..." said Rell as he handed Septim the list.

The only problem with his plan was the AA guns on the field. They would shoot down the planes in a matter of seconds.
Red Team'll take out base one's guns with plastique, Brown'll take out base two's, Blue'll take out base three, and White'll take out Harrvoon Park's AA guns. While they're doing that, Green and Black will take out the fuel tanks at Barringoor Airfield...
Septim began writing the orders after finishing the final touches on his plan.

*Dak felt the gun on his neck suddenly and didn't move.  He spun with inhuman speed and twisted the wrist that held the gun.  He then threw the man over his shoulder and onto the ground.  He reached into his holster and aimed his own gun at him.  Finn, Jason, and Ulren moved over, their weapons up and aimed at the man on the ground. 
"You should have known better than to try and take on the captain of the special forces here.  We are not in special forces for no reason.  Hello again Ryo, you should know better than to do that.  I could have killed you or my men would have.  They have orders to never let hostages be taken, even if it means shooting a fellow squad member.  My squad is all in for out missions.  I will have Jason, Finn, and Ulren take you to General Septim, but this time you will go under my terms.  Next time, just walk up and say hi instead of trying to get yourself killed.  I have a mission to go to very soon."

Dak walked off with the rest of the men while his three squad members escorted Ryo to General Septim.

Ryo chuckled and shook his head at their assumptions. If he had really wanted to take Perkins, he would've. He just wanted to get their attention. Smirking, he looked at Septim and laughed quietly.

I just wanted an escort so i could get to you easily, without having to sneak in. Now i can talk.

Taking a deep breath, Ryo smacked the desk in front of him.

What the heck were you thinking?!? You should've atttacked long ago. This kevlar junk, it's not worth the wait. Trust me, i've tried it. Yeah, i stole it from your factory, but who cares? I tested it, it works, but not enough. I also have some information for you. Information about Olkun'ut. And the surprise attack they're planning.