[color=#000000;][color=#000000;][color=#000000;][color=#000000;][color=#000000;][color=#000000;][color=#000000;][color=#ff0000;]IC: (Shamil Nuradilov - Vedeno, Russian Empire)[/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color][/color]
[color=#006400;]Musa gave Shamil a quizzical look, and Shamil nodded. The older Chechen took a step forward and gave the second-in-command his best impression of a curious look.[/color]
[color=#006400;]"Say, boy," he spoke, after examining the marks on the soldier's shoulder, "didn't I see you at Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky?"[/color]
[color=#006400;]Even if the soldier would have not been wearing the decorations of a veteran of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, the bloodiest and last battle of the February War between Russia and China, Musa knew well enough that pretty much every Russian soldier this side of the Pacific Ocean fought in that unfortunate affair. It went on for days and days and days and days, both sides tossing more and more troops, and to make stuff even more confusing, the Japanese joined in, shelling the Kamchatkan city with orbital bombardment. The Russians only managed staving off the two-pronged assault when their Kievan 4th Army had finally arrived. By then, the battle had gone on, without any relent, for thirteen bloody days. The Qing army had forced the Russians halfway into the mountains of Kamchatka and controlled most of the city by the time the Kievans arrived. This counterrattack, supported by the 32nd Artillery Brigade from Yakutsk and by Japanese bombing, forced the Chinese to retreat as they found their invasion of Kamchatka collapsing before their eyes. Japan and Russia agreed on a ceasefire, retreating both their troops from Petropavlovsk, which was left mostly razed.[/color]
[color=#006400;]"Yes, sir. Twice decorated for honor, sir."[/color]
[color=#006400;]"Good man," Musa said, patting the soldier on the back, subtly placing some small unidentified item on the guy. "I fought under General Pridurak, myself. Poor guy never made it."[/color]
[color=#006400;]The older Chechen took a few steps back to his comrades, as Shamil quietly counted to five. One. Two. Three. Four.[/color]
[color=#006400;]Five, his mind echoed the explosion that then shook the area, an explosion of small magnitude that did little but throw the soldier off balance. To Shamil, that was more than enough - they now had the element of surprise. Aiming both of his guns at the Behemoth-type mecha, he fired away in sync with all his other comrades except for Musa, who fired his AK-47 at the group's second-in-command, and except for Ali, who, in line with Shamil's orders, lying in the back, brought out his pistol, shot at one of the patrol guards and prepared to use the chaos to sneak into town. Timur, from his Assault-type mecha, armed with a gatling gun and a sword, attacked one of the Russian Warrior-types, slashing wildly at it, and, as it blocked the attacks, changing to firing wildly instead. The remaining two - Khuseyn and Tarkhan - brought out their rocket-propelled grenade launchers and fired a shot at the Behemoth each, after which Tarkhan dropped his straight aside in favor of his AK-47 as he turned to cover Khuseyn from fire by the footsoldiers.[/color]
OOC: The weaponry of the group is as described. Khuseyn and Tarkhan have AK-47s - Tarkhan's is in his hands, Khuseyn's is on his back. Tarkhan's RPG is now lying on the ground, while Khuseyn's is in his hands (he still has four shots, but that's it). Timur has a mecha, as was described. Ali has a rifle on his back and a revolver in his hands and two grenades behind his belt, Musa has an AK-47 and a revolver. I put this description here for Hubert's convenience.
Also, JSYK, everyone: although there was a minor autohit, the soldier not noticing something being placed on his back, it's legit as I have already asked Hubert if he's OK with it.