Bandung, February 17 2030
IBC's reporter, Irfan Widianto look at the woman in front of him, dressed in blue polo shirt and white 3/4 trouser Captain Kiara Wijaya (nee Sadamichi) did not look like a fighter pilot at all, much less a captain. She smiled at him warmly.
"Sorry about the state of the house, we just came home last night" she said, motioning toward the state of disarray presented by the living room.
"Could you tell me about the first time you set foot aboard KRI Garuda?" Irfan asked.
Captain Kiara laughed, "I was nervous as hell. Back then, 5th Naval Strike Fighter Squadron was famous for the numbers of contact they got with Malaysian air force and their role in drawing the first blood. I remembered receiving my transfer order a week after that incident. I was sitting alone at the galley of KRI Yudhoyono when my Squadron leader hand me the transfer letter"
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KRI Yudhoyono, February 24 2013
"Your transfer request came through, KRI Garuda has a spot for you on their team. This is your paper girl, bon voyage" Captain Arianda Lubis said.
2nd Lieutenant Sadamichi Kiara, a half Japanese female pilot, looks up. "Really? Which squadron?" she asks.
"5th Squadron, you hit the jackpot Jailbait" Captain Arianda said.
That night 2nd Lieutenant Kiara perform her last launch from KRI Yudhoyono, she sit alone inside her F-14B, heading west to reach KRI Garuda on the Java Sea. Slow music filled the cockpit, accompanying her solo flight. She was never particularly fits in with her former squadron and she feels understandably nervous meeting the famous squadron.
'would they accept me? would I be up to their standard?' she asks herself. Lost in her own musing the young pilot continue her way westward.
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1st Lieutenant Armani and 1st Lieutenant Agriya were chatting in the shadow of the Island, the flight deck crews are preparing the arrester cables.
"Who's coming?" Agriya asked.
"Our new number two I think" Armani said.
They both turn around to watch the coming fighter with interest.
"She's going to bolt, I bet she's going to bolt" Agriya said.
Armani shakes his head, "Nope... she's too low, trap but on the first two cables I think" he replied. All the while the F-14 came closer and closer. It hit the deck and snagged the 2nd cable.
Armani smirked, "What did I told you?" he said.
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2nd Lieutenant Kiara climbs down from her fighter and looks around her in awe. KRI Garuda is the larger of the two Indonesian Carriers.
"D'you like the sight? Its quite spectacular isn't ?" someone asked her. Kiara whipped her head around and see two men dressed in moss colored flight suit.
"Yes it is. It's bigger than Yudhoyono for sure" she said.
"Of course she is. Garuda is Indonesia's major feat of engineering since Borobudur!" the man from before said.
"Could you show me the direction of 5th Squadron's locker room?" she asks.
"Sure, come on, I'll take you there. The name's Armani by the way" the young man from before said.
"I'm Kiara, nice to meet you" Kiara said as they both start walking toward the ladder that will takes them down, leaving Agriya outside.
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Galley, February 24 1800 hours
The pilots and off duty crews and marines are gathered in the galley. The TV screens there shows President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono talking at the press conference.
"We will not stand down and let our sacred motherland be defiled by the invaders! Earlier this week Malaysia declared war on Indonesia, I asked my generals and their reply was:"Let them come, we'll be waiting for them!"" President Yudhoyono's words rang clear inside the quiet galley.
Suddenly the alarm signalling lunch preparation came through and all men and women rush out from the galley.
August 02, 2009
August 01, 2009
CARRIERS Act one: First Blood part II
Bandung, February 17 2030
"I thought my IFF was malfunctioning. There are suddenly sixteen or so blips where there were only four earlier" Major Armani said. his eyes had that faraway looks in them. He took a sip of tea from the cup.
"I remember my flight lead's reaction at that very well" he said, chuckling.
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"What the fuck!? Those sons of pigs set us up! Fucking Malaysian!" Major Alvin cursed up a storm.
"Grenadiers! Protect AWACS Gatotkaca at all cost!" he barked out his orders "We're holding them off until reinforcement arrives!"
Lieutenant Armani turn to his right and clenched his fist in the direction of Grenadier 4. The other pilot nod his head and clenches his own fist.
"Roger that GM, preparing for engagement" Armani said.
The four Indonesian F-14s bank to the right, setting their heading for the bogeys while putting themselves between the potential threat and their AWACS. Coming head on towards them is two squadrons of Malaysian fighters, one consisted of the Su-30s and the other of F-18Ds.
"Be ready to fight guys, they're coming in threatening speed estimates seven-zero-zero knots" Major Alvin said.
A chorus of "Roger that" answered him. The four F-14s split off in pairs, Sasha followed Major Alvin and Armani and Agriya break off toward the Hornets.
"Grenadiers flight, cleared hot, I say again, cleared hot!" AWACS Gatotkaca practically shouted through the communication link.
"Roger that Gatotkaca... ETA on allied reinforcement?" Major Alvin replied.
"Allied reinforcement from Pekan Baru ETA momentarily"
The pilots cursed. Their eyes watches as the potential bandits getting closer and closer. Suddenly Major Alvin cursed loudly. "Break! Break! They're firing whites! long range!"
The rest of the squadron rolled and dive out, Armani lit up the after-burner to gain speed faster.
"This is Nice-suit, closing in on enemy, preparing Phoenix fire!" he said.
"Roger that Nice-suit. Witch, you better stick to my tail, we're going to hunt some MiGs!" GM said.
Armani's F-14 leveled out, moments later the four Phoenix missiles carried underneath his fighter were launched simultaneously.
"Fox three!" his RIO reported in.
Armani wastes no time in climbing up, following one of the maneuvering F-18s.
"This is Nice-suit, going in for the kill. Bolter, you better cover my ass" he said.
Bolter, 1st lieutenant Agriya replied a negative, "Can't do Nice-suit, one of them somehow got on my six!"
"Never mind then Bolter, Nice-suit in gun range!" he said, firing cannon rounds toward the enemy Hornet. It receives several hit but did not fall out of the sky. Armani cast one last glance at the crippled fighter limping back toward his base before turning and heading for the one tailing Bolter's jet.
meanwhile........
"Witch splashed one!" Sasha's RIO shouted triumphantly.
"Watch out Witch! there's one tailing you right now!" Major Alvin shouted.
Sasha turn back to look and muttered, "Oh shit" before diving straight down. She climbs up behind the Malaysian pilot and fired her last missile. "I'm winchester, repeat Winchester" she said.
"Damn, I only got two Sparrows left. Witch, forms up on Gatotkaca"
"But GM! I'm not leaving my flight lead!" she shot back stubbornly.
"Do it Witch, take the two boys with you and escort Gatotkaca out of here"
"GM, don't you even try!" she shout, panicking.
"I'm sorry lil' sis, I'll buy you times to escape... The enemies are too numerous" Alvin said.
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Jakarta, March 13 2030
"I still remember his voice from that day... He's my brother figure, I knew I could never argue with him, he even made me promised to lead the guys" Sasha Alviana Putri said.
She glances at the photograph she got sitting on her desk at her office and smiled sadly.
"In the end, the grenadiers went back to Garuda missing one plane... I was promoted to flight lead position. The transferred pilot replacing me in second was quite interesting gal" Sasha said, looking off toward a picture of a young girl in flightsuit.
"I thought my IFF was malfunctioning. There are suddenly sixteen or so blips where there were only four earlier" Major Armani said. his eyes had that faraway looks in them. He took a sip of tea from the cup.
"I remember my flight lead's reaction at that very well" he said, chuckling.
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"What the fuck!? Those sons of pigs set us up! Fucking Malaysian!" Major Alvin cursed up a storm.
"Grenadiers! Protect AWACS Gatotkaca at all cost!" he barked out his orders "We're holding them off until reinforcement arrives!"
Lieutenant Armani turn to his right and clenched his fist in the direction of Grenadier 4. The other pilot nod his head and clenches his own fist.
"Roger that GM, preparing for engagement" Armani said.
The four Indonesian F-14s bank to the right, setting their heading for the bogeys while putting themselves between the potential threat and their AWACS. Coming head on towards them is two squadrons of Malaysian fighters, one consisted of the Su-30s and the other of F-18Ds.
"Be ready to fight guys, they're coming in threatening speed estimates seven-zero-zero knots" Major Alvin said.
A chorus of "Roger that" answered him. The four F-14s split off in pairs, Sasha followed Major Alvin and Armani and Agriya break off toward the Hornets.
"Grenadiers flight, cleared hot, I say again, cleared hot!" AWACS Gatotkaca practically shouted through the communication link.
"Roger that Gatotkaca... ETA on allied reinforcement?" Major Alvin replied.
"Allied reinforcement from Pekan Baru ETA momentarily"
The pilots cursed. Their eyes watches as the potential bandits getting closer and closer. Suddenly Major Alvin cursed loudly. "Break! Break! They're firing whites! long range!"
The rest of the squadron rolled and dive out, Armani lit up the after-burner to gain speed faster.
"This is Nice-suit, closing in on enemy, preparing Phoenix fire!" he said.
"Roger that Nice-suit. Witch, you better stick to my tail, we're going to hunt some MiGs!" GM said.
Armani's F-14 leveled out, moments later the four Phoenix missiles carried underneath his fighter were launched simultaneously.
"Fox three!" his RIO reported in.
Armani wastes no time in climbing up, following one of the maneuvering F-18s.
"This is Nice-suit, going in for the kill. Bolter, you better cover my ass" he said.
Bolter, 1st lieutenant Agriya replied a negative, "Can't do Nice-suit, one of them somehow got on my six!"
"Never mind then Bolter, Nice-suit in gun range!" he said, firing cannon rounds toward the enemy Hornet. It receives several hit but did not fall out of the sky. Armani cast one last glance at the crippled fighter limping back toward his base before turning and heading for the one tailing Bolter's jet.
meanwhile........
"Witch splashed one!" Sasha's RIO shouted triumphantly.
"Watch out Witch! there's one tailing you right now!" Major Alvin shouted.
Sasha turn back to look and muttered, "Oh shit" before diving straight down. She climbs up behind the Malaysian pilot and fired her last missile. "I'm winchester, repeat Winchester" she said.
"Damn, I only got two Sparrows left. Witch, forms up on Gatotkaca"
"But GM! I'm not leaving my flight lead!" she shot back stubbornly.
"Do it Witch, take the two boys with you and escort Gatotkaca out of here"
"GM, don't you even try!" she shout, panicking.
"I'm sorry lil' sis, I'll buy you times to escape... The enemies are too numerous" Alvin said.
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Jakarta, March 13 2030
"I still remember his voice from that day... He's my brother figure, I knew I could never argue with him, he even made me promised to lead the guys" Sasha Alviana Putri said.
She glances at the photograph she got sitting on her desk at her office and smiled sadly.
"In the end, the grenadiers went back to Garuda missing one plane... I was promoted to flight lead position. The transferred pilot replacing me in second was quite interesting gal" Sasha said, looking off toward a picture of a young girl in flightsuit.
Knowing who's who
Oh yeah, this got to do with CARRIERS.
You'll be seeing loads of characters here so I'll be providing lists so you could find the heads and tails of it.
1st Naval Fighter Wing 2nd group, 5th Naval Strike Fighter Squadron, the Grenadiers.
The squadron was raised in late 2012, comprised of 2 flights of four F-14Bs. It was led by Air force Maj. Alvin Adhiyaksa.
List of pilots and personal TAC/insignia:
1st flight:
Maj. Alvin "Grenadier Master/GM" Adhiyaksa (Insignia was a hand holding a bomb with lit fuse)
1stLt. Sasha Alviana Putri (TAC: Witch. Insignia was a witch riding on the back of an F-14)
1stLt. Armani Akasha Wijaya (TAC: Nice-suit, referring to his first name. Insignia was a man in a suit with Giorgio Armani logos)
1stLt. Agriya Rahman (TAC: Bolter, referring his tendency to bolt when landing. Insignia was a tailhook missing the wires with his TAC underneath)
Other Characters
2ndLt. Sadamichi Kiara (TAC: Jailbait because she looks like fifteen year old girl. Insignia was a girl dressed Harajuku style)
You'll be seeing loads of characters here so I'll be providing lists so you could find the heads and tails of it.
1st Naval Fighter Wing 2nd group, 5th Naval Strike Fighter Squadron, the Grenadiers.
The squadron was raised in late 2012, comprised of 2 flights of four F-14Bs. It was led by Air force Maj. Alvin Adhiyaksa.
List of pilots and personal TAC/insignia:
1st flight:
Maj. Alvin "Grenadier Master/GM" Adhiyaksa (Insignia was a hand holding a bomb with lit fuse)
1stLt. Sasha Alviana Putri (TAC: Witch. Insignia was a witch riding on the back of an F-14)
1stLt. Armani Akasha Wijaya (TAC: Nice-suit, referring to his first name. Insignia was a man in a suit with Giorgio Armani logos)
1stLt. Agriya Rahman (TAC: Bolter, referring his tendency to bolt when landing. Insignia was a tailhook missing the wires with his TAC underneath)
Other Characters
2ndLt. Sadamichi Kiara (TAC: Jailbait because she looks like fifteen year old girl. Insignia was a girl dressed Harajuku style)
July 31, 2009
CARRIERS Act one: First Blood
February 17 2013, above Karimata Strait 1700 hours local time
Four F-14s in blue-gray camouflaging pattern fly over Karimata Strait in a routine patrol. Karimata Strait is a hot-zone, countless confrontations and interceptions have been done on the water and in the air. For the pilots from 5th Naval Strike Fighter Squadron this is a routine job, but today its going to be very different for them.
It all started when AWACS Gatotkaca warned them about several boogeys coming in from Malaysian side of the Airspace.
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February 17 2030, Bandung, West Java
"It was a usual patrol mission you know? 5th squadron always get the Karimata Strait and Natuna Islands. We're among the best you can get if you don't mind me bragging about it. Anyway... It was a cloudy evening above Karimata that day. AWACS Gatotkaca was yelling Sasha's ears off after one of her neverending chatters" Airforce Major Armani Akasha Wijaya said, reminiscing about the day it all started.
Irfan Widianto pointed the camera around the room, it got numerous old articles and pictures of 5th Squadron. Above all that, on the top half of the wall hung several photos with names underneath them.
"How did the incident happens? What was it like out there that day?" Irfan asked.
"Well, all was calm and nice, we thought the leakers would just turn around and, you know, do nothing, but all change when additional blips appeared" Armani said.
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Karimata Strait
"Grenadiers flight, intercept the leakers as usual"
"This is Grenadier leader, Roger that Gatotkaca, intercepting leakers at 095 t0 100" Major Alvin said.
"Ain't they usually came over from 270 to 280?" Sasha quipped.
"Something feels off here" Agriya Rahman, Grenadier 4, said to all.
"They don't turn back... Shit! did the IFF malfunctioned? I just seen twelve other blips appeared!" Armani shouted.
"What the fuck!?"
Four F-14s in blue-gray camouflaging pattern fly over Karimata Strait in a routine patrol. Karimata Strait is a hot-zone, countless confrontations and interceptions have been done on the water and in the air. For the pilots from 5th Naval Strike Fighter Squadron this is a routine job, but today its going to be very different for them.
It all started when AWACS Gatotkaca warned them about several boogeys coming in from Malaysian side of the Airspace.
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February 17 2030, Bandung, West Java
"It was a usual patrol mission you know? 5th squadron always get the Karimata Strait and Natuna Islands. We're among the best you can get if you don't mind me bragging about it. Anyway... It was a cloudy evening above Karimata that day. AWACS Gatotkaca was yelling Sasha's ears off after one of her neverending chatters" Airforce Major Armani Akasha Wijaya said, reminiscing about the day it all started.
Irfan Widianto pointed the camera around the room, it got numerous old articles and pictures of 5th Squadron. Above all that, on the top half of the wall hung several photos with names underneath them.
"How did the incident happens? What was it like out there that day?" Irfan asked.
"Well, all was calm and nice, we thought the leakers would just turn around and, you know, do nothing, but all change when additional blips appeared" Armani said.
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Karimata Strait
"Grenadiers flight, intercept the leakers as usual"
"This is Grenadier leader, Roger that Gatotkaca, intercepting leakers at 095 t0 100" Major Alvin said.
"Ain't they usually came over from 270 to 280?" Sasha quipped.
"Something feels off here" Agriya Rahman, Grenadier 4, said to all.
"They don't turn back... Shit! did the IFF malfunctioned? I just seen twelve other blips appeared!" Armani shouted.
"What the fuck!?"
July 29, 2009
Prologue to CARRIERS
February 19 2013
"Garuda, a-ten-hut!"
The flight deck crews and marines serving aboard KRI Garuda, Indonesia's brand new Aircraft carrier snap into attention.
"Not two days ago Major Alvin Adhiyaksa and Captain Raja Manggala still dine with us. But no one really knows when, where, or how one's going to lost one's life in this line of duty. Today, we will perform memorial service for them, who have perform a great sacrifice so their comrades could escape Karimata strait incident. Join me in remembering the fallen GRENADIERS!" the commander of the ship said.
Four F-14Bs from 5th Naval Strike fighter squadron soar above the ship, one suddenly climbs up and away from view, representing that the pilot used to fly in that position has died.
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December 14 2012
"My name is Major Alvin Adhiyaksa, welcome to 5th Naval Strike Fighter Squadron. When we launch I want all of you to stay glued to me up there, with all this tension with neighboring countries someone's bound to get shot down someday. You all better be using your spare time today for resting up, because tomorrow morning we'll start doing carrier qualification and dogfight simulation"
"Yes sir!" The new pilots said at once.
"Good, dissmissed" Major Alvin said.
The new pilots all disperse from the hangar deck toward their living quarter, chatting about what to expect tomorrow. One pilot stayed behind, checking the F-14B with his name under the canopy.
"She's a beauty isn't she?"
The pilot grinned, "Yes sir, I couldn't wait to fly with her"
"She'll give you feeling of power, especially when intercepting Malaysian leakers. Their MiG pilots always bug out as soon as they detect us in their radars" Major Alvin said.
"I heard the news that they have F-15s at their bases, have you ever intercepted any?"
Major Alvin laughed, "Malaysian could aqcuire those planes with ease sure, but unlike us, they don't have the pilots needed to fly them, unlike the aussies which are a real threat for us since they fly Super Hornets and were more likely to stand up to our interceptors"
"I'll be waiting for tomorrow, good evening sir" the pilot said, saluting.
"Carry on kid" Major Alvin said.
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January 5 2013
"This is Grenadier 1 to all aircraft, leakers identified as Malaysian MiG 29s bearing 290, it's the usual" Major Alvin said.
"Roger that Grenadier 1, I wonder why they still doing this if they'll just bug out at the end"
"They're keeping us on our toes kid, at least they gave us plenty chances to practice"
"Heads up! there're more than double the usual number!" 1st lieutenant Sasha said in alarm.
The four F-14s flying in finger four formation adjusted their heading to come at the leakers head on. their wings swept into 57 degrees angle.
"This is AWACS Gatotkaca, leakers closing into visual range, standby Grenadier flight"
"Roger that Gatotkaca"
Sasha checked her radar and grinned, "Malaysian MiG turning around as usual" she said.
The other pilots and RIOs chuckled, Major Alvin contacted the AWACS, requesting permission to return to base.
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"Steady Grenadier 3, steady, you're on the spot"
"lowering tailhook, range 200 meters"
The paddles watch as Grenadier 3 coming closer and closer toward the deck.
"climb up by a few degrees... you're on the money"
The F-14 hit the deck after it's tailhook catch the 3rd wire, stopping immediately.
"Nice landing kid"
"Garuda, a-ten-hut!"
The flight deck crews and marines serving aboard KRI Garuda, Indonesia's brand new Aircraft carrier snap into attention.
"Not two days ago Major Alvin Adhiyaksa and Captain Raja Manggala still dine with us. But no one really knows when, where, or how one's going to lost one's life in this line of duty. Today, we will perform memorial service for them, who have perform a great sacrifice so their comrades could escape Karimata strait incident. Join me in remembering the fallen GRENADIERS!" the commander of the ship said.
Four F-14Bs from 5th Naval Strike fighter squadron soar above the ship, one suddenly climbs up and away from view, representing that the pilot used to fly in that position has died.
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December 14 2012
"My name is Major Alvin Adhiyaksa, welcome to 5th Naval Strike Fighter Squadron. When we launch I want all of you to stay glued to me up there, with all this tension with neighboring countries someone's bound to get shot down someday. You all better be using your spare time today for resting up, because tomorrow morning we'll start doing carrier qualification and dogfight simulation"
"Yes sir!" The new pilots said at once.
"Good, dissmissed" Major Alvin said.
The new pilots all disperse from the hangar deck toward their living quarter, chatting about what to expect tomorrow. One pilot stayed behind, checking the F-14B with his name under the canopy.
"She's a beauty isn't she?"
The pilot grinned, "Yes sir, I couldn't wait to fly with her"
"She'll give you feeling of power, especially when intercepting Malaysian leakers. Their MiG pilots always bug out as soon as they detect us in their radars" Major Alvin said.
"I heard the news that they have F-15s at their bases, have you ever intercepted any?"
Major Alvin laughed, "Malaysian could aqcuire those planes with ease sure, but unlike us, they don't have the pilots needed to fly them, unlike the aussies which are a real threat for us since they fly Super Hornets and were more likely to stand up to our interceptors"
"I'll be waiting for tomorrow, good evening sir" the pilot said, saluting.
"Carry on kid" Major Alvin said.
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January 5 2013
"This is Grenadier 1 to all aircraft, leakers identified as Malaysian MiG 29s bearing 290, it's the usual" Major Alvin said.
"Roger that Grenadier 1, I wonder why they still doing this if they'll just bug out at the end"
"They're keeping us on our toes kid, at least they gave us plenty chances to practice"
"Heads up! there're more than double the usual number!" 1st lieutenant Sasha said in alarm.
The four F-14s flying in finger four formation adjusted their heading to come at the leakers head on. their wings swept into 57 degrees angle.
"This is AWACS Gatotkaca, leakers closing into visual range, standby Grenadier flight"
"Roger that Gatotkaca"
Sasha checked her radar and grinned, "Malaysian MiG turning around as usual" she said.
The other pilots and RIOs chuckled, Major Alvin contacted the AWACS, requesting permission to return to base.
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"Steady Grenadier 3, steady, you're on the spot"
"lowering tailhook, range 200 meters"
The paddles watch as Grenadier 3 coming closer and closer toward the deck.
"climb up by a few degrees... you're on the money"
The F-14 hit the deck after it's tailhook catch the 3rd wire, stopping immediately.
"Nice landing kid"
April 30, 2009
The Realms
The Realms is a fictional landmass where most of the actions of my new stories which is currently unnamed would take place.
It was inhabited by Humans, Dwarves, Goblins, Trolls, Centaurs, Alvar (My own brand of elves), Ae-Siri, and myriads of nomadic tribes.
If you want to read about the races inhabiting the Realms please contact me at my Facebook account via memo or E-mail me at namikaze_no_ahmad@hotmail.com
Your critics and comments would be very appreciated.
*AN*
I would post the draft for the Realms races and descriptions here at a later date.
currently swamped with exams... so i have no time.
It was inhabited by Humans, Dwarves, Goblins, Trolls, Centaurs, Alvar (My own brand of elves), Ae-Siri, and myriads of nomadic tribes.
If you want to read about the races inhabiting the Realms please contact me at my Facebook account via memo or E-mail me at namikaze_no_ahmad@hotmail.com
Your critics and comments would be very appreciated.
*AN*
I would post the draft for the Realms races and descriptions here at a later date.
currently swamped with exams... so i have no time.
February 21, 2009
Continuation II
22nd of April 2010, Griya Caraka Housing complex, BandungKarina Larasati, a 14 years old girl student of Mutiara Bunda was awakened from her nap by her cell phone ringing.
She picked it up.
“Hello, who’s this?” she asked groggily.
“Hello Karin, sorry if I woke you up… This is Ahmad, I need you to tell Fia that I am very sorry that I would missed her birthday party, tell her not to worry about her cousins. We’re going to jump tonight, I can’t tell you where… but know that I’ll miss you guys, especially our time together in the basketball team. I got to go, bye” the line went off.
Karin sat there; shocked by the news she just received. That’s why she couldn’t find Ifa anywhere; she was staying with the troopers at the refreshing camp before the jump.
She wipes the tears that sprung up to her eyes furiously, her seniors and friends are fighting for their country, she would pray for them, but she will not weep.
‘Ka’ Ahmad once told me that I was strong, I will show him when he returns that I am strong and worthy of his compliments’ she thought, recalling the scene from few months back when Ahmad and his friends congratulate her for making the core female team.
Meanwhile, at Hussein Airbase
“2nd Platoon, good luck, I’ll see you at the Drop Zone” Lieutenant Fatahillah told his boys and girls from 2nd platoon.
They instantly saluted him before boarding the C-130 transport that would take them over their destination.
Ahmad sit down next to Malika, the later is nervously playing with her flashlight.
The young sergeant smiled and put an arm around his cousin’s shoulders.
Lika gazed into his eyes and smiled too before placing her head on his shoulder and close her eyes.
Ahmad noticed the snickering Abisha before him and glared.
“You’d do the same if it is Biya instead of Lika” he whispered.
Abisha nod his head, “true, anyway, d’you reckon how long this war would take us?” he asked.
“Don’t know, ranging from two up to five years I think” Ahmad answered.
Abisha nod his head again.
“Any girls catch your interest back home? You never were open about the matter of heart since Azka rejected you” he asked suddenly.
Ahmad looks up to the plane’s ceiling and sigh.
“I don’t really know… Karin held a special place in my heart, but I’m not sure” he said.
Both young men spend the fifty minutes flying time talking about their everyday problems in life, about Abi’s girl, Ifa, who is one of their best friends. They talk about home, foods, musical concert for the soldiers and all until the red light went on.
Staff Sergeant Moren stood backing the jump bay.
“Stand up and do equipments check!” he ordered, shouting against the sound of the engines and the wind.
Ahmad check up on all of his equipments before sounding his confirmation that all is okay, followed by the others.
Then there’s explosion s everywhere, the sky is lit with enemy flak fire trying to shoot down the plane of the 7th and 14th PIR as they fly over their objective.
The light turns green and Staff Sergeant Moren turn to face the door.
He nods his head to the jumpmaster before taking a running leap, followed by his men.
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The night sky over Cilacap was lit up by Brazilian flak firing away at the C-130.
Paratroopers parachute fill the sky like some flying mushrooms dropped from the planes. Some of them were killed as they float down when a flak round explode nearby or when the enemy firing away at the floating canopy, sending the troopers down to the ground.
Sergeant Ahmad’s feet hit the ground and his knees buckled. He immediately takes off the parachute harness and loosens the clip that held his rifle close to his body.
He looks around and notices no one from his chalk or any other chalks land nearby; he cursed under his breath and starts to walk toward the gathering point, some two kilometers from their main objective, the Cilacap airfield.
Not too far from there, closer to the main road, another paratrooper landed.
“Damn! I lost my aid kit!” the trooper cursed as she scrambled up from her landing place.
She was about to enters the underbrush when she was greeted by a voice.
“Beloved” the voice hissed.
The trooper jump in fright before turning to face the direction from where the voice came from.
“M-motherland” she stuttered back.
“Ifa is that you?” another trooper appeared from the bushes.
Ifa smiled, “Abi, you’re almost giving me a heart attack!” she whispered back
Abi puts an arm around her shoulders, calming her down, “have you seen others?” he asked.
She shakes her head, “no, but I bet they’re nearby… Ahmad jumps before me so I think he’s over there somewhere” she said, moving her head towards the general direction of the small stream.
Abi nods his head, “come on Ifa, let’s find the others” he said.
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Not too far from there Ahmad is lying in a ditch, his eyes monitoring the small guard post with five Brazilian Marines guarding it, two of them are playing chess, and the other two are drinking coffee while the last one is guarding the road.
It was around 7:00 pm and one or two cars still passed through the road to the airfield.
Ahmad was contemplating of going around the area when he sees two crouching figures walking down the road. He immediately gets himself out from the ditch and cocks his rifle.
“Beloved” he asked softly.
“Motherland!” two voices hushed back at him.
“Abi, Ifa, I’m glad you two have made it safely” he said as he embraces both of them.
Abisha peered toward the guard post, “what do we have here Sarge? A Brazilian post?” he whispered.
Ahmad crouched back, “no, it’s a post full of Inuit hunters, of course it is a Brazilian post you dolt!” he whispered back.
Ifa counted the enemies and creep back.
“So what’s the plan?” she asks, her SS-2 rifle held close to her body.
Ahmad was about to tell them his plan when he heard footsteps coming from behind them.
He brings his rifle up and aimed.
“Beloved!” he called.
“Motherland” several voices answer him.
He lowered his rifle and went back to the ditch, behind him several other troopers appeared.
“Orran, who else is with you?” Ahmad asks his squad member.
“I landed across Alix, then met Corporal Kafi and Diky on the way here… I thought I heard gunshot from the area near 3rd Platoon LZ” he reported.
Ahmad nods his head, “now, your arrival just makes this perfect… you see those lollygagging Brazilians? Abi, you take the alert one, Ifa, the first one from the right, Kafi, the first from the left, Alix, second from the left, Orran, destroy the radio… on my mark” he said as he creep forward and aim his rifle.
Ahmad fired off a three rounds burst from his rifle, hitting the man playing chess on the head.
Around him, his companions also fired their weapons, killing the Brazilian on the spot before they could fire back.
Ahmad close his eyes and sigh, “come on, the Airfield is just up ahead” he whispered.
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