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First Edit:      Wednesday 20th of August 2014 02:14:32 PM CDT
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> Be the soldier
> Part of peacekeepers force, in one noth-african country
> There's an upset. Rebellious general has declared war upon the pro-western goverment.
> At least 60% of entire country's army moved to his side. This allowed to the General to capture many strategically important objects and cities. The government has requested assistance from the United Nations.
> General's army have old soviet weapons and vehicles, but they keeps it in good condition, and they have enough ammunition, fuel and provision. In addition, their soldiers are well-trained  and are well aware of their native countryside.
> This allows the rebels make a preventive strikes, and move away their troops from a strike of the main forces of peacekeepers.
> The war dragged on.
 
> 12:20 PM. The heat. It's horrific. You're in the fortifications which in the mountains.
> You're hiding in shadow of the camouflage net and observing through binocular the tract far below from your position.
> "Hey, dude. Look in the sky."
> This is corporal Kaine. He's marksman, and sitting here with you, and his SCAR Mk.17.
> You raise your eyes up. And binocular too.
> And you saw something in the cloudless sky. There were two small things, they flew at a height of not more 950 feet, and not more 2 miles away from your position. At least, judging by your good eye.
"Looks like this is just drones. General's army don't have any drones. So what to worry?"
> "Fuck, dude, just look closely at their shapes! It's NOT "Predators"! Or any other UAV, which we have in our arsenal!" - Kaine blurted.
> You frowned, because this is made sense.
"You really sure about this?"
> "Yes, dude, I'm sure." - he nodded.
"Okay, let's make phonecall to our HQ..."
> You stood up, and came down the stairs, in other part of fortifications, where there was a radio and commander of your company, Cpt. Voss. And several others soldiers.
> You saluted
"Captain, sir"
> He looked up from the GPS laptop "Yes, Anonymous?"
"Sir, we need to contact with HQ. We just spotted two drones of unknown type... and we're not sure, what it's ours."
> "Drones, you say? Not only you spotted it." - he came up to the radio, typed on the keyboard the desired frequency.
> "HQ, This is Nest-2-0, We have two UAV's here, it's not looks like ours. Are there any scheduled drone flights in our area?"
> "Affirmative Nest-2-0, wait for respond" after this was followed by a thirty-second pause "No, Nest-2-0, there's no our drones in your area, neither a government drones. You can fire at will"
> "Copy, HQ" - Voss said, and changed the frequency - "Guys, target is not ours, you can shoot it down"
> "Va... Ah, fuck, yes, affirmative, Nest-2-0. Seryoga, zazjigai!"
> Suddenly above the mountainside roared the Tunguska's autocannons, chain of orange "arrows" rushed to the two flying objects.
> You looked out from under camouflage net, to better see this.
> Until such time as the shells reached the targets, barely more than a second, but for you it seemed infinitely long moment.
> Objects behave not as stupid drones. Rather, like frightened birds.
> They rushed in different directions, but it was too late, shells ripped one of them, it flew down, tumbling in the air, leaving a black smoke trail.
> Second object quickly dived behind the first, it was flying close, as if trying to lift first object in the air.
> But both are eventually dropped onto the ground, at the bottom of the gorge.
> "Sir, both of objects is down, I repeat, both of them is down." - spoke radio again
> Voss saw their falling too "Confirm this, both objects is down. Good work." then he looked at you.
> "Anonimous."
"Yes, sir?"
> "I think, here's work for you. Take several guys from your platoon, one Hummvie, one truck, and go to crash site. Collect all derbis of this drones, and bring it here. Any questions?"
"No, sir"
> "Good, then proceeded."
 
> 40 minutes later.
> Your group reached the crash site.
> You and your guys has prepared your weapons and move to the place, where drones falled.
> But when you're close to the place, from which smoke rose...
> And you saw what they did not expect to see.
> It was not drones.
> It was two... robots? Or living creatures? You could not say for sure. They looked like the resuilt of burning love of aircraft and some animal.
> They both made from metal, they had for legs, plane-like wings, and heads with big expressive eyes. And they were very scared.
> One of this things was wounded by a shells. You certainly have seen before injured people.  But you're still startled by what he saw.
> At it's side was a huge pass-through hole. Part of its wing was torn off, and all the wing was virtually cut off from the body. It rested on a few wires and almost broken wing spar.
> But this thing is still alive, though barely move, only to twitch from time to time by hind leg.
> The second thing was smaller than the first, and it's obscured wounded comrade by it's body.
> You exchanged glances with his team-mates.
> They were confused.
> None of you know what to do.
> But suddenly smaller thing looked at you with a bit of hope in his eyes... and spoke.
> "Please... we... ony want to live. We do not harm nopony."
> It spoke in pure English.
> In your head instantly had a plan.
> You ran up to the Humvee, opened it's driver door. And turn on the radio.
"Nest-2-0, this is Anonimous! We've got wounded here. Prepare the medics... er... I mean... technicians."
> "Come again, Anonymous. Do not understand you." It was Voss
"Sir... you better to see this by your own eyes... Guys, we need to carefully submerge them in the truck!"
> You back to the two creatures, crouched next to them.
"Don't worry, my name is Anonymous, we are peacekeepers. We shoot you down by mistake, so... sorry about this. Now we're bring you both to our base, to heal your wounds."
> "O.. okay" - small one nodded slowly.
 
 
> 14:03 PM, goverment airbase, reserved by peacekeepers. 45 miles on south-west from Nest-2-0 positions.
> One of maintenance hangars.
> "I don't know, who you are, but you're surprisingly viable creatures. Survive, after being hit by 30mm shells..." - one of technicians carefully studied damaged wing of wounded "living plane".
> Creature was still consciousness, it staring on working people raised up the head, in it's stare there was a detachment. Strange, but for all time, it does not say a word. Everyone agreed that this is due to shock.
> Smaller one was also here he sat at a small distance, and just watched.
"Hey..."
> You called him, and sit next to him, on the floor.
> In fact, you had to return to the positions of your company, but you begged the captain to stay here.
> And he agreed. So, you here now.
> Smaller one shuddered slightly. Turned his head to you.
> "Um... yes?"
"Because of all this turmoil around you, I did not have time even ask your names. And who are you anyway? What are you doing in this godforsaken country?"
> "My name is Be-200PS board number 368, i am rescuer. My friend... her name is Boieng 777-800, board number 9M-MRD, and she is deliver plony."
"Wait a second... you have a genders? And THIS is Boeing-777?! But it... i mean... she... is smaller than original Boeing at least..." - you counted the numbers in mind - "in twenty five times!"
> "Boeing? Crap, so that's what her shape reminded me" - technician, who studied Boieng's damaged wing said. Other technicians looked at you and 368-th with interest.
> "What are you mean "smaller in twenty five times"? She have a normal size for deliver plony." - 368-th looked at you in confusion.
"Just look at this. Do you know, what is this?" - you pointed at Su-34 and Dassault Rafale. This planes stood in the hangar too, for maintenance. One of technicians currently watched something in left air intake of Su-34, and second, who standing next to him, something yelled loudly in russian.
> "This... things? Actually, I would like to ask by myself. What they are? They look like us, but they're... dead?"
"This is war planes. Fighter and fighter-bomber. We create and built this things, and use they to fly, they're not alive, and fully controlled by a pilot."
> "So this is just... machines? But they still remind me somepony..." - amazedly 386-th said, - "Can you say their models?"
> "Left one - Su-34, right one - Dassault Rafale" - said technician.
> 386-th eyes expanded in shock.
> "But... but we... but it... ah, hay, nevermind. We're just teleported in the mad, mad world..." - he lowered his ears.
"What are you mean, "teleported"?"
> "Stormfront. We fly through the stormfront. Lightning hit us, and in the next moment, we're above the desert and rocky mountains, radio not responded... then... you shoot Boeing down" - he looked at you sullenly.
"Wait, you have a radiostations?"
> "Of course, we are. And radars too. We're plonies at last."
> Suddenly technician, who investigate Boieng's wing, stood up, and look at her with a bit of sadness.
> "Bad news for you, 'lil girl. Damages is too heavy. If you were an airplane, it would have been cheaper to send you to scrap. Too expensive repairs."
> After this worlds, poor plony is trembled, her eyes filled with tears. She curled her legs under herself. 368-th Jumped to his feet and growled.
> "WHAT did you just said?!"
> "Hey-hey, there's no reason to worry. Because you are not plane" - technician gently patted Boieng on the head, - "You are living soul, not mindless machine, and we're find the way to help you. Not far away from here there's aircraft repairing facility. Also, we can send request to Boieng company with your data, and they send us back spare parts. This is not your fault, that you were in the midst of war."
> 777-th blinked several times.
> "Do you promise?" - she said by quiet and weak voice.
> "Yes, I give you the promise" - technician nodded
"We give you promise, we get back you on your wings" - you put your hand on her neck.
> She give you the small smile.
 
 
> Unknown place, 17:32 PM, same day.
> MiG-25, board number 238, strongly jerked to the sides.
> But metal ropes keep his strong enough. And his engines not worked, because this... they just plugged his air intakes with rags! What a shame.
> Suddenly one of them appeared again.
> "What are you need from me?" - asked plony, - "Why do you keep me here?"
> But he... he keep silence, looks like he's studied this strange creature.
> "The answer is simple. We need to more recruits. And I want you in our army."
> MiG-25 frowned.
> "And why should I fight for you?"
> "The answer still very simple" - he smiled, - "Aziz! Tebin velahu!"
> Suddenly another lamp lit. And 238-th saw his friend, F-14, board number 102. He was bound with ropes. And with rags in air intakes. He was unconscious.
> And one of them (whatever they was be) stood right next F-14.
> Also, there's was a small cage, where lying small Cessna-400. She just curled all over and shaking.
> "Wait... 102-th?" - MiG exclaimed in surprise, - "You... you captured him too. And this little one! But for why?"
> The captor smirked unkindly.
> "Aziz, hafn tak ehet enna el hallia."
> "Hasena, haed." - answered second one, and take angle-grinder from the table.
> He opened the cage with Cessna, and pulled her out.
> Poor Cessna was so frightened that she did not resist.
> Then the biped take her wing in left hand, and turned on the angle-grinder...
> In the next moment around the room resounded nasty sound of cutting of metal. And scream of pain.
> This led MiG into a rage. He jerked forward with such force that the hook, to which was attached the metal rope, partially torn out of the concrete wall.
> "OTPUSTI EYJO, POLUYOBOK, INACHE YA TEBE MORDU VSKROYU!!!" - yelled plony, but in next moment he got hit in the face with the riflebutt.
> Sound of angle-grinder is verse.
> "So... as I said, the answer is very simple. If you do not agree to fight for us, we cut this little useles thing into pieces. Am I clear?" - capturer is still smiled.
> "I... I agree..." - said MiG-25 and lowered his head. In this moment he really wanted to cry.
 
> Day 3 after "contact", 02:02 PM.
> "So, tell me again... number 368, why are you want to join us?" - Cpt. Voss looked searchingly at rescuer-plony, and rested his hands on the table.
> Radionstaton, which rested on this table too, literally torn apart from a large number of conversations in ether.
> Peacekeepers were preparing for another attack.
> "I want to be useful. I'm a rescuer anyway, and to save somepony's life or flank - this is my job."
> "Hmm... something tell me, what this is not only reason, why you want to be with us" - Voss give a small smile.
> "Well... yes. There's another reason. I have an assumption, what me and Boeing, we're not only plonies in this world. When we're flied above the deserd, we caught very weak distress signal. And I can stake both of my engines... it's was somepony from us. And... if to be hornest... all of this scientists, who want to investigate "the new undiscovered spieces" - he mimicked someone, - "they just creep me out. I'm surprised, what Boeing made good relationships with they."
> Voss just chuckled.
> "Okay, if you want it so strongly... I attribute you to our medical detachment. But" - he raised his finger - "only like a civillian volunteer. So do not ask for trouble and do everything what soldiers tell you. Any questions?"
> "No, sir!" - 368-th snapped to "attention" and saluted.
> Not worth it. You're not part of our army.
> "Um... okay. Whatever you say, capitan."
> "Good. Now go to find staff sergeand Strauss. Tell him, what you're from me. And he will tell you, what are you should to do next."
 
Same day, 10:05 PM
> He don't know, what is his name.
> He just coundn't remember his name. He didn't know, why.
> He's only three years old boy.
> He live in his small house, with his mother and grandmother. They loved him. And he was happy. Was.
> Something terrible is happening. Loud sounds. Very scary. He just hiding under the wardrobe.
> His relatives... they're just faded. He can't find them. And his house. It was barely destroyed. Big hole in the celling. Holes in the wall.
> He was very scared. And hungry. He called his mother, but she did not come. No one did not come.
> He was just lying under a cabinet. And quietly crying and sniffling.
> It was second day, after his mommy is dissapeared. Previous night was very cold But he found his blanket and somehow warmed up.
> Suddenly he heard loud and scary roar, something like this he heard before. And after this roar, was a soft clatter. Looks like a footsteps.
> "Huh... I hope they will not find me here" - tired feminie voice said.
> But he don't understand this. He know only arabic.
> He wondered who came to your house?
> He looked out from under the cabinet. And saw... it... or maybe... she?
> He don't know, what she is.
> She was pure white with red stripe along her body, the sun reflecting off from her.
> She turned around and saw him. Her golden widened in surprise.
> "Oh... hello there, little one" - she smiled, lowered her head and move closer to him - "Don't be afraid, I don't harm you. I am Learjet, SH-2210. What's your... um... board number?"
> He did not say anything. Just fascinated looked into her big eyes. They're was... beautiful.
> He suddenly thought that the owner of such beautiful eyes can not be evil.
> He sat down, beside her, and smiled weakly.
> "Oh, you just don't understand me... like they. At least you not trying to kill me. Or catch. Anyway, looks like you're a child. Where's your parents? Why you're here alone?"
> She walked in other room, where's celling and rooftop falled down, inside the house, and suddenly gasped.
> Because she's noticed hand, sticking out of a piece of the ceiling.
> It's not move.
> For a moment she was scared.
> "His... parents? They're dead? How many time this poor child alone here? I... I MUST help him! But I can't leave this house until the dark... no-no-no-no. I can't. They're catch me! But he... I can't leave him!" - suddenly her emotional outpouring was interrupted.
> Because little boy just hugged her hind leg.
> "Menfod dalakira tul hebu..." - he said, looked at her with hope in his hazel eyes.
> "Huh? Oh... don't worry, little one." - she still don't understand this language, but his request was understandable without any words, - "I don't leave you. Well... let's wait the darkness. Then try to find some food for you... and jet fuel for me. Deal?"
> She turned around and gently touched his black hairs by her nose.
> He just wrapped his tiny hands around her neck.
 
> Day 3 after "contact", 10:52 AM.
///Research project "Living plane"
///Video Log #14, PhD M. Conners.
> "So, miss... 9M-MRD. can you tell us about origins of your race? This question interested me since we met."
> "Oh, doc, just call me Boeing" - she smiled, - "Of course, I can tell you our history and our origins."
> She is thoughtful about something.
> "Please, Boeing, continue."
> "Ah, yes, of course. Actually, all our race a little more than a hundred years. We're not appeared by natural way, we're were created."
> "By who?"
> "By ponies."
> "By who?!"
> "Equestrians. Equine-like intellegent creatures, have four subspecies, unicorns, pegasi, earth ponies, and alicorns, who have all advantages of other three subspecies, and they are royality. It's so obivious, but name of our race, plonies, derived from words "pony" and "plane".
> "Interesting, interesting" - doctor wrote several notes in his tablet PC, - "please, continue."
> "Among the ponies... there was our... Makers. Right Brothers."
> "Wait, how do you say? Wright brothers?"
> "I said R-i-g-h-t Brothers. Airfoil Right was a pegasus, and eccentric inventor. In contrast, his elder brother, Fractal Right, the unicorn, was a famous technomage."
> "You said technomage. Is that means..."
> "Well, yes. Magic exist in our world, but this is not dark ideas about the world and not cheap tricks. In our world this is just another aspect of physical model of the world."
> "I think, you can tell me more about this... magic, but later. Continue your tale about the brothers, please."
> "Oh, yes. So, in one day, in Airfoil's mind came one fully insane idea. Create the mechanical pegasus, but that they could fly without natural magic. Only by using the laws of aerodynamics. And what's more, give it soul and mind."
> "He shared his idea with Fractal. And surprisingly, Fractal supported the idea of ??his brother. They decided not only give his creation mind and shard of their souls, like a golem. But... they decided to give it ability to create it's own kind."
> "Soul? What are you imply under "soul"?
> "Don't know, exactly. This is like a fuel element of nuclear reactor. It gives us life. Without this we're just a piles of scrap metal."
> "So, that means, you can reproduce ownselves, like a living creatures?"
> "Eww, of course not. Your... maiting... this is really nasty process. No. If we want to create an offspring, we use the construction pod, where is cultivated his body. You know good so about properties of the metal of which is our bodies."
> "Yes, yes, self-grown crystallic lattice."
> "After completing the construction of the body, one of plonies puts in it shard of him soul. And this is very dangerous process, because... well, plony is more likely to die thereafter."
> "It's so... sad"
> "This is circle of life. But... i guess, you want to hear story about the Makers?"
> "Um, yes-yes, continue please."
> “So, they both get to work. And after five years of hard work, they finally made the First Plony. His name was...”
> “Flyer 1”
> Her eyes widened in surprise.
> “But... how did you know?”
> “I will tell you, but after end of your story.”
> “Okay... so, ponies took us wary, especially a pegasi. We... we were simply misunderstood. Almost all ponies thought, what we were pitiful semblance of living creature. Conflicts became more stringent. And then plony were killed the first pony. In self-defence, of course. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, rulers of Equestria, thought, what we are dangerous. And we have become outcasts. We are run throught the borders of Equestria, in south wastelands. And create there isolated society. Over time, it has grown. We are learn how to make jet fuel from a plants. And... we are evolved. Every new generation of plonies were technically more difficult and better, than the old one. Over a one hundred years we have very strongly changed. That’s all. Our story. So, tell me...”
> “Ah, yes. If to be hornest, history of your creation almost nearly same as history of our aviation. You know, in year 1903, one hundred and twenteen years ago, two brothers, Wilbur Wright, and Orville Wright, made the frst flight on the plane with piston motor. Guess, how they called their offspring? I think, this is not coincidence. And your name too. Boeing Company - this is huge corporation, it produce the many types of planes, along almost a hundred years. And your model. In our word this is long-haul passenger airliner. Also, in Boeing Company and in General Electric accepted the request about reduced and fully functional copy of  GE90, because request was very unusual. Soon it will deliver from overseas.”
> “But... But... wait. If... ALL our models, all our names has came from your world. That’s explained, what every plony have... um... internal memory.”
> “Internal memory?”
> “Yes. For example, I by myself knew my model and my... um... Clan from my build. Nopony did not said that to me. Hm... doctor. Maybe that all means, what we’re all better belong to this world, but not to our native?”
> “I don’t know. I just don’t know...”
 
> Earlier, in previous day, 08:22 PM
> F-14 did not know, how many time they're here.
> He just lose count of the time.
> From time to time bipeds came again.
> Then MiG swore at them, very dirty. On his strange, non-understandible language.
> In his phrases were a lot of words "bljad" and "pidarasi".
> But, as F-14 thought, they even did not understand him.
> They frightened him by the angle-grinder, one time they even scratched his paint on the wing.
> They erased this red star.
> After this MiG became quiet. Suspiciously quiet. But his eyes said that he was not going to calm down.
> 238-th is up to something, that's for sure.
> Cessna all the time crying, and quietly calling for somepony. Seems like she's broke down mentally because of torture...
> If only 102-th could get free...
> He'd just helped his friend to escape, and that unfortunate plony too.
> But he's still bonded. He had no weapons, he depleted it all. And he even can't ignite his engines! This freaking feel slowly drive him insane...
> Or is he just thought it was so.
> Suddenly, door in their chamber opened again.
> And _he_ comes in. The one, who talked with MiG in first day.
> Several others with him.
> MiG raised his head slowly, and looked at the "commander" with contempt.
> Cessna just huddled in a corner of the cage.
> "It's time" - _he_ said, -  "I have a job for you"
> "What's a job?" - asked Tomcat.
> "Nothing too difficult. Just reconnaissance mission. You small and fast, this is just what we need. Anyway, I doubt, what you both have powerful enough weapons, to destroy enemy aircraft, or ground targets."
> "I have powerful enough weapon to make a hole in your head" - hissed MiG.
> "Commander" looked at im with "are you fucking kidding me" face.
> "At first: language, my prisoner, language. Or you want another portion of wounds for your small friend? No? So shut up."
> "And at second. MiG-25 don't have autocannon. And I don't see your missiles. Don't try to fool me, twenty years ago I was MiG-25's pilot. And I know this craft as well."
> "Wha..." - 238-th looked at "commander" with distrust.
> "You know" - "commander" came closer to MiG, - "my subordinates think, what you're all is abominations, demons, which must be destroyed at the glory of Allah. I don't think so. Fortunately, I have imparted critical thinking, so I see in religion only a means to control the fools."
> "So what?" - asked MiG.
> "I managed to convince them that we can send you against our enemies. And you'll die anyway, or defeat enemies. So you all better listen to me... Smekaesh, samoletik?"
> MiG's lower eyelid twitched.
> "You... you understoon ALL, what I said in St-gradish?"
> "This language called "russian", not "St-gradish", or whatever did you say. And our happiness with you, what most of people in this place speaks only in arabic."
> "Hey... hey, guys. Would not want to distract you, but maybe you will unbound me? And put out this pieces of fabric from my air intakes?" - asked 102-th loudly.
> "Lemme think... no."
> "WHAT?! But you just said..." - exclaimed F-14.
> "And you believed your captor? Heh. Je, Mahmud!"
> "Nahame, haed Jurgaev?" - asked one of two soldiers, who came with "commander".
> "Sjokko haveini. Ollakonakun hazeyran."
> Soldier looked at "commander" questioningly.
> "Meze etta haddus naahun?"
> "Kolete havii sheateen, erete umkimne emnete kaga averb Allah. Ennahum ha efuna jede uotta hedde melene."
> "Ga algefer ketele hum hooneka." - said soldier and cautiously approached to F-14. Other soldiers unslung their AK-74 and aimed it on plony.
> Soldier unhooked metal ropes from wall hooks, and F-14 awkwardly falled on the floor.
> The soldier jumped back with fear.
> F-14 stood up slowly. Shook himself, as if he was a wet dog. And put out rags from his air intakes.
> "Could be more gentle" - he grumbled.
> "Heh, that one, who wielded the angle-grinder, was more brave" - snorted 238-th.
> 102-th at this time remove all rags from air intakes.
> Soldiers still not moved, and aimed on him their AKs.
> "Do you need something for mission?" - asked "commander".
> "Yes. A jet fuel." - 102-th said.
> "And you shall have it. Go upstairs, and do not even think to throw something stupid. Telmoharebin, anafurjun man hamna. Iup kii tahtatahdied assileah" - he went to the stairs.
> "'kay, 'kay, you're boss here." - Tomcat waved his forehooves, and moved next to "commander".
> One of soldiers at next moment just grabbed F-14 by his leg and dragged him away from "commander".
> Kicked plony by his boot. But not so strong.
> "Hey, what did I do wrong?" - F-14 protested.
> "Asketa, shaitan" - order followed from him, and two of soldiers followed behind the "commander", upstairs, - "Telaan obelmu dii kodema"
> He kicked F-14 again, but in this time kick was almost gentle.
> Tomcat understood, what this soldier want for him, and moved forward, silently.
> "Hey, wait! What about me? Unbound me too!" - exclaimed MiG.
> "You stay here" - "commander" answered.
> "But why? I thought..."
> "Because you stay here" - "commander" interrupted him.
> They all went out of the room.
> "Siem pyatnits na nedele, bjad..." - 238-th he said through clenched teeth and looked at Cessna.
> Looks like she's relaxed a bit.
> "Hey..." - MiG called.
> She looked at him, questioningly.
> "Don't worry. I'll get us all out of here, I swear. No one else will not touch you."
> She nodded uncertainly.
> "I... I guess so. But... but maybe I can make a small help?"
> "Which help?"
> Suddenly, she unscrewed small detail from her wounded wing.
> "An artisanal lockpick." - she crept up to the lock and put in a small item in the keyhole.
> "Wha..."
 
> Day 4, 9:01 AM
> "CONTACT!.."
> Suddenly sabot shell pierced through thin wall of adobe house and hit the side of M2 Bradley's turret.
> In next moment Abrams, which drove slowly in the head of your group, and several soldiers were vanished in huge blast of landmine.
> In your face flown chippings, and the shock wave stunned.
> Second Abrams on crossroads ahead turned it's turret, and shooted in someone.
> And another very loud blast.
> You could see smoking turret of enemy T-72, it flew in the air for fifteen meters, and fell back, breaking another small house.
> But through the second and another Abrams were hit by AT missile, in its engine compartment. This missile flew here from the near hill.
> Through the sounds of explosions, you do not heard what shooting started, but you saw pvt. Novac, fallen to the ground with a hole in his head.
> You don't saw, from which direction enemy shooted, but you ducked his head and ran to the nearest building.
> Leaned back against the wall and sat down.
> Quiet (maybe _too_ quiet) village, in which according to intelligence reports, resistance should be minimal, quickly turned in hell.
> It was like a nightmare. Or bad acid trip. Your head spinned a bit, in your ears were ringing loud.
> You shook your head, and raised up M16, which is still in your hands.
> Thanks to Cthulhu, what you did not lost it.
> Suddenly Kaine appeared in front of you.
> "Dude! Dude, it's no time to sleep!" - he shook you by the shoulders and helped get on the feet.
"Lieutenant Lambley was in destroyed M2."
> "This means that you just took command by our group, warrant officer."
"Oh, crap. Okay, let's organise the defence, and find a working radio. And leutenant of Delta-3-1.  We're in full shit."
> Your both moved ahead, through a narrow passage between houses.
> As you said, all your forces was in full shit.
> You were medium-sized group of motorized infantry with support of three heavy armor units, and several assault helicopters.
> Your forces were in the march, to the city of Kadesh, which was a main target of this operation.
> And your way lies throuth this ill-fated village, where forces of General is waiting for you.
> They knocked out almost all of tanks and IFVs in first moments of their sudden strike.
> After that they just begin to shoot the remaining soldiers, for the many prepared positions.
> As if on firing range.
> You had to defend.
> Your soldiers took over the surrounding houses.
> Killed couple of their snipers, and several regular soldiers.
> Last of your remaining tanks blasted out their firing point with mashineguns.
> Helicopters take care of their AT-soldiers on the hill.
> But they did not think to retreat.
> Fresh reinforcements arriving and arriving.
> As if out of the ground, new enemy T-72 and BMP-2 appeared.
> But looks like all these vehicles standing here quite a long time.
> Well-camouflaged, and with drowned engines, that they were not visible in the infrared range.
> Looks like they knew direction of moving of your group. And they want to this village is become your grave.
> An hour and half passed. But the onslaught of the enemy is not impaired.
> For this moment many men from your group were KIA, or injured.
> You sitting in one of houses. Here was your injured comrads, a machinegunner, medics, include Be-200. And radiostation.
"...I repeat, we are requesting air support in area village Parahr, mark 2-4-55-0! TARFU here!"
> "I'm sorry, Delta-3-2, there's no free aircrafts for you. Entire Alpha and Delta squads were ambushed. Looks general's forces is counter-attacking.
We will send you the support as soon as possible. Over."
"Roger that, HQ! Please, do not delay our request, without air support we'll fully fucked up!"
> You looked around, and saw several questioning stares.
> Shook your head.
> Then take back your rifle and began to shoot from the window.
> Several enemy soldiers hiding behind the corner of the house, and sweeping whole street with two MGs.
> In opposite side of street was three of your soldiers, who were literally pinned to the ground, by this fire.
"Kenny! Supressive fire, by this way!" - you pointed in direction of enemy MGs.
> "Mfmf mfmmf!" - inaudible answered machinegunner, whose face was almost completely closed by keffiyeh and helmet.
> You two make a supressive fire, both of enemy MGs briefly silenced.
> It was enough, that one of soldiers in opposite side standed up, and shooted in MGs from his SMAW.
> The blast hit your ears and stunned for a moment. That house almost completely disappeared into the yellow-gray dust.
> "Look, in air!" - yelled someone, but his voice was drowned in a series of new explosions.
> Above the village swept shadows of two Su-24 bombers.
> You thrown back, something very heavy falled on your legs.
> It was hurt. Very hurt. The pain has spread rapidly throughout the body, like a hot lead.
> And again this ringing in the ears.
"It seems that the contusion" - you throught.
> "We've got a man down!" - you heard a muffed voice.
> "Help me! Free his legs!"
> But the voices suddenly become illegible. And your mind is collapsed into the abyss of oblivion.
 
> Day 4, time is unknown.
> You came to mind as quickly as knocked out.
> Tried to get up.
> "Mfmm-mfmm-mfmm, mfmmf mf!" - you gently restrained by hand.
> It was corporal Kenneth  "Kenny" O'Neil.
> You groaned, and laid back.
"Kenny? Are you alright?"
> He pulled the keffiyeh off from his face.
> "Yes sir, I'm alright" - his voice was pretty silent and hoarse - "To kill me, they need something more than bombers, he-he."
> You forced a smile. Your body still ached.
> "Hey, Anonymous, you're awake!"
> It was Be-200. He leaned over you and smiled. On his head was a helmet, where someone crooked painted a red cross.
"Oh, it's you... Where am I? Where... where our group?"
> "Calm down, you need to some rest. We're still in Parahr. Good news for you, you have only few minor injures, and could get back in fight soon. Anticipating your question, yes seriously wounded have been evacuated to the rear."
"That means... that we have reflected their attack?"
> "Well, yes. General's troops pulled more armor on our positions, piece of wall has damaged our radio, our home almost collapsed, then I chickened out, and sent distress signal by my own radio. And you will not believe who responded to me... well. He make some close air support for us, and enemy troops has retreated."
> "You embellish, mai friend" - unfamilliar voice said, - "Mai zeppelin shat only once, and zen it was hit from a racket louncher. Zen I had to land."
> You turned your head, and saw another plony.
> He's smaller a bit, than 368-th, and looks like he's a warplane.
> "Warrant officer Anonymous" - Be-200 said with smile, - "let me introduce to you capitan J-22 Orao, board number 11, he is one of self-defense forces of our City. And commander of airship, indeed."
"You have airships?" - surprised you said.
> "Only fo' air support and AA-defence. It filled with helium, pretty durable, and carry on board several cannons of various calibers and two MLRS" - Orao said, - "We use this things to protect our City from changelings."
> You want to ask something, but suddenly another two plonies appeared. They were alike as two drops of water, and their faces were covered by visors.
> "Commander. Repairs_complete_in_68_point_3_percent" - said they in unison, by a strange robotic voices. It sounds like a turret from Portal 2, but with a lower tone.
> J-22 groaned.
> "And zis is mai crew. Zis is Drone. And Drone. Also, entire of mai crew is drones. All eight crewponiez." - he looked at them distracting -  "If repairz are not completet, wat are you doing here?"
> "But_sir. You_said_to_tell_you_about_the_progress_of_repairs." - said one of the drones.
> J-22 rolled his eyes.
> "If you are less than run around and take the repair, the repair will go more quickly. What do you think?"
> "This_is_pretty_rational_judgement" - both of drones said again in unison.
Then they lifted in he air, with buzzing of their props, and flied away.
> "If to be hornest, I hate zese idiots. zey're drones, at last. But at least zey are loyal."
> Kenny snorted and laughted shortly. Be-200 too.
> You tried to laugh, too, but your chest still hurt.
> Not in this time.