OOC: Well, it's about time I posted here, so why not post a jam?
GM sections provided by The Knight of Snarkines- I mean, Krayzikk. ;3
GM IC:
It was just after nightfall, in the ever increasing gloom of the Brotherhood’s second night on their new home. The island nation’s defenses, few as they were, were prepared and ready. A forcefield, maintained by about half a dozen mutants at a time, covered the settlement, protecting it from any attackers. A handful of sentries patrolled the edges of this shield, peering into the gloom in an attempt to keep watch. It was the best they could muster, with so many of their combatants gone. The constant Brotherhood attacks over the past few months had taken a heavy toll.
And it was under this cover of darkness that the first wave slipped in. They moved in on silent rowboats, half a dozen personnel to each one of the several crafts. Each one wore the latest in Enforcer armor, black as night and more armored than the last edition. The culmination of decades of research, they had quite a few nasty surprises packed away. These were the best of the best, the Enforcer’s special forces. They were the first wave.
With a quiet scrape, they grounded themselves on the shore, jumping out and staying low to the ground. They’d picked a section of coastline more or less invisible to the main settlement, allowing them to land unnoticed. Their armor blended in, rendering them camouflaged to anyone who might have been looking from a distances.
One, leader of the group, drew a radio from his belt and tuned it to an encrypted channel.
“This is Alpha. We’re in position.”
* * *
“First wave in in position.”
A voice called across the bridge from the communications station. Standing in the center of the room was a tall man in military dress, staring through the window. He was the captain of the ship, and operational head of this mission. This placed him in command not only of the vessel on which he stood, but all the others arranged around it.
The group currently resting a few miles from Genosha’s shores, unnoticed on the dark horizon, consisted of several ships. Three stealth guided missile destroyers, each one designed to appear smaller on radar then they actually were, formed the majority of the group’s attack strength. A single missile cruiser acted as heavy weapons, with targets already locked on the Genosha settlement. But all of these ships were arrayed around a single larger one. A carrier, similar in form and function to an aircraft carrier, housed command of the strike group. It was smaller than a traditional aircraft carrier, with two tunnel like launch bays on either side, in addition to the main launch deck. It had been designed for use with weapons originally built by the Enforcers, but the design was slowly leaking into navy use as well.
“And Delta?”
“On their way, sir. They were redirected a few hours ago. They should be arriving in an hour at most. The other squadrons are already standing by.”
“Good. Tell Alpha to wait for the signal, then move in. In the mean time, order the rest of the group to commence firing on the pre-approved coordinates. Move in to optimum firing range.”
“Aye, sir.”
As one, each of the destroyers fired a single round of missiles, all aimed for the settlement. The projectiles lit up the sky, bright points flying inexorably forward. They impacted against Genosha’s forcefield, exploding loudly. The shield held, but with only a few mutants to power it, it wouldn’t be able to hold up to the onslaught for long. Even now, a second round was already being launched.
From the other side of the settlement, the initial strike force watched, waiting for their signal to move in.
* * *
Several hours ago, over the American Midwest, Jayne turne don his comm channel. They'd finally escaped whatever was jamming it a while back.
"Delta Three to Enforcer base. Threat neutralized, ground teams are working on sweeping the area for potential escapees. Returning to base."
"Acknowledged, Del-"
A voice cut over the comm, cutting off the operator in midsentence. It was clearly female, with an unidentifiable accent. "Negative Delta Three, operation House Cleaning has begun, divert course to staging area Bravo Four."
Although she had been reassured that it was a secure channel, Veronica wasn't going to take any chances with not using codenames.
"..." Jayne's eyebrows raised under his helmet. He wasn't too surprised at the operation itself, but the timing was bold. It made sense, though. With the X-Men occupied, no one would be coming to the Brotherhood's aid. "Understood. ETA... Four hours, at maximum speed."
"I take it supplies will be on hand upon arrival?"
"Affirm-" There was a slight static over the comm, as if some subsonic boom had failed to transmit, "-ative, Delta. Initial bombardment is going to begin, we await your arrival."
"Command out."
