MILCOM Transcript N.293-7-840
Transcripts of Military Communications
of day 7, March 61 F.T.G.R., serial
number CKS-7561-A10-X-367432309
Classified as: HIGHCOM - Secrecy Priority 1
Read and approved by: High Council of New Atero
On day 26, June 70 F.T.G.R.
-- Start of transcripts --
“Kilo five-one and Kilo five-two, please respond. I repeat, respond.”
“Echo-Bravo-five, watch out!”
*explosion*
“INCOMING!”
*another explosion*
“Kilo five-one, Kilo five-two! Where’s you? We need ya here immediately!”
“Echo one, Kilo five-one and five-two here. What’s up?”
“ANOTHER ‘NADE! SCATTER!”
*big explosion*
“You’re asking me what’s up, while we’re getting kicked by those foolish demons right on the bottom of our backs, to say the least!”
“Calm down, Echo one, and report.”
“Okay. We need an EVAC now. Echo-Charlie squad is gone, and half of Echo-Bravo has followed ‘em.”
“Roger that. Clear the landing zone and we’ll get ya back to home.”
“SUPPRESSING FIRE!”
“I can’t clear a landin’ zone for you, guys. We’re outnumbered. What the- “
*huge explosion*
“Echo one! You okay? Echo one, report!”
“Aww. Okay. Still here. Go on.”
“FRAG OUT!”
*distant explosion*
*screams*
“You’ll have EVAC and support. Don’t give up.”
“Never done it. By the way, what type of support?”
“We’ve got Team Commando on board. Is that enough?”
“Glad to hear this. We’re waiting for you.”
“Copy that. On our way.”
“Full powered engines, Captain. We need to save those poor soldiers. Commander, you ready?”
“Affirmative.”
“How will you get on the battlefield?”
“Just one moment. Echo one, do you hear me? I’m Commando one.”
“Affirmative, sir.”
“How many enemies are there?”
“More than one and a half hundred.”
“Thanks. Closing communications. Okay, kids, listen up: we’ve got more than one and a half hundred tangos. We’ll get to the ground by parachute. Throw your incendiary grenades while falling. Detach parachutes when you’ve reached safe distance. Got it?”
“SIR, YES, SIR!”
“Good. How long for the drop time, pilot?”
“One minute, sir.”
“Okay. C’mon kids, prepare to drop!”
“I can’t find my parachute, sir!”
“Look above your head, moron.”
“Oh. Whoops. Eh, forgot about that…”
“Like always, Commando five.”
*bombs start exploding near the vehicle*
“We’re above the battlefield, Commander! You better start dropping!”
“Solid copy. Let’s rock them! Five, you go first.”
“Why me?”
“Oh, I forgot why…”
“You’re no fun, boss.”
“Shut up. Get ready. Three…”
“Two…”
“One…”
“HOO-RAH, FIVE!”
*whirling air*
*a parachute opens*
“I’m flying, sir.”
“Good. Two, Three, Four. Drop together.”
“Give us the mark, sir!”
“Whenever you want!”
“HOO-RAH, SIR!”
“Cya later, kids. Okay, pilot. I’m goin’. Stay above the safe distance. Better not see another Spirit downed.”
“Definitely better, sir.”
“Have a good morning, Kilo five-one and five-two.”
*drops*
*opens parachute*
“Okay, Commando. Maneuver your parachutes to let everyone to be at the same distance from the ground.”
“Copy that, Commander. That sounds odd, doesn’t it?”
“What, Five?”
“Well, if you think about it, sir, you should be Commando Commander.”
“Permission to proceed, sir?”
“Go, Three.”
“Yay! Three, two, one… FACEPALM!”
“Hey, would you kindly stop this meme?”
“I forgot to, Five.”
“Oh, I’m shutting up.”
“Yo, kids, stop the jokes and ready your guns. I’ve got tangos in my sight.”
“Kilo five-one and Kilo five-two, where’s Commando?”
“Look over your head, Echo one.”
“What…? Oh. I see ya. Bring the rain, brothers.”
“Sure. Start shooting, kids.”
“HOO-RAH!”
*rifles fire*
*grenades explode*
“Teach ‘em who’s boss!”
“Commando One, you’re approaching objective. You better start detaching your parachute.”
“Got it, AI. Team Commando, detach your parachutes!”
*bodies land onto the battlefield*
“Okay, soldiers, we’re here.”
“I see. Glad you came.”
“We’re in the Army for this, Echo one.”
“WOO-HOO! EAT THIS! HAHAHAHA!”
*HMG firing*
“Is he alright, Commander?”
“Yeah. He may not be good at jokes, but Five’s a good soldier. Perhaps a little bit too enthusiastic…”
“Hmmm, it really looks like so.”
“HAHAHAHA! TASTE IRON!”
*HMG and Assault Rifles firing*
*a few grenades explode*
“Commander, they’re fleeing.”
“Copy that, Three. Keep firin’.”
“C’MON! I’VE GOT ENOUGH FOR EVERYONE!”
“Stop firing, Team Commando. They’re gone.”
“Now that I was starting enjoying it…”
“There’ll be another time, Five. Kilo five-one, Kilo five-two. Do you hear me?”
“We read you. What’s up?”
“EVAC ready.”
“On our way.”
“Team Commando, keep the area safe!”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
*few minutes of silence*
*two Spirits approach the landing zone*
“Okay, jump in, everyone.”
“They’re coming back, Commander. Permission to fire?”
“Affirmative.”
“Present for you, dirty faces.”
*Spirit’s ( maybe Kilo five-one ) HMG firing*
“Everyone’s onboard, let’s go!”
“Solid copy!”
“Okay, Echo one. Now we’re safe, so, report. Two, take notes.”
“Three soldiers WIA, fifteen KIA. They attacked us while we attempted to reach the bunker. We’ve never reached it, as you should have seen.”
“Okay, we’re taking you to a safe place. We all need to take a rest.”
-- End of transcripts --
Written by: Oracle ( New Atero’s AI)
On day 25, June 70 F.T.G.R
*Folder N. 293, Section “Operation: COUNTERATTACK”, Shelf “War of the Hidden City”*
Edited by Emile A239, Jul 29 2012 - 09:47 AM.














