Forum:War on the Homefront

Ruleset

 * Try to be imaginative, don't just do soldiers,write about civilians who would have joined the army,police officers, or the Russians.
 * Please be Realistic, or I will have to delete your Story
 * Add a backstory for the story.
 * Have FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!

Participants ( more are needed)
MerchantofDeath

Squelliot

Cpl. Dunn

Rollersox

CodExpert

MerchantofDeath

 * Name:Joseph Miller
 * Faction: United States Army ( stationed in Virginia during attack)
 * Rank: Private First Class
 * Weapon: Scar-H with red dot sight

Squelliot

 * Name:Sam Powell III
 * Faction: United States Army Rangers
 * Rank: Captain
 * Weapon: M4A1 Red Dot Sight, Grenade Launcher, M1911 (Grandpa's)

Cpl. Dunn

 * Name: Jacob Smith
 * Faction: United States Army Rangers
 * Rank: Corporal
 * Weapon: Mk 14 EBR, M1911
 * Can be controlled by: Sorry, only me.

Rollersox

 * Name: Scott Gaffan
 * Faction: United States Army 1st SFOD-D (Delta Force) (in D.C. guarding the White House at the time)
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapon(s): SCAR-H w/Red Dot Sight, Heckler and Koch MP7

CodExpert

 * Name: Ashton Kenzington
 * Faction: SAS
 * Rank: Captain
 * Weapons(s): G3, M14 EBR, M4A1 SOPMOD, M1911 .45 and MP7 PDW


 * Name: Pavel Makrovolsky
 * Faction: Russian 3rd Army
 * Rank: Commissar
 * Weapon(s): AK-47

Cpl. Wilding

 * Name: Dmitri Posnic
 * Faction: Russian Army
 * Rank: Sergeant
 * Weapons: AN-94 with grenade launcher and ACOG scope; Dragunov SVD
 * Can be controlled by: Only me. You may respond to his attacks, but otherwise only I can control him.

Prologue
Joseph Miller was lounging in sun on a warm april day. He had no care in the world. " What are YOU doing private" said Sgt.Lewis. Miller lifted his helmet and said "Just checking to make sure the inside of my helmet is Top Shape" with a smartass smile on his face. "Very funny Private," said Sgt.Lewis with his own smile on his face ", now run till you throwup, Asshole" He started running, making sure he didn't piss off Sarge again. He felt the cool spring wind on his face. Then, he started to here a strange sound, which sounded like a jet. Out of no where, a missle hit the CO's office, and the explosion threw Miller on his face. He got up and started to try to figure what the fuck was going on. Sgt. Lewis came running up to him " Lock and Load" said Sgt. Lewis with the same expression on his face. " What the fuck is going on ?" asked Miller, still in a state of shock. " The Russians are invading." said Sgt. Lewis " Get to the Armory and grab a weapon, your going to need it" Without thinking, Miller started running toward the Fort. Gerald Armory. The war with Russia had begun.

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Sergeant Scott Gaffan leaned against the White House fence, a cigarette posed out of the corner of his mouth. Then, "Get outta there!" He turned. Saw the incoming Russian choppers. He leapt over the black fencing and raced into the House, flashing his Special Forces Guard card in front of the LED card detector display and jumped in as the door swung open. He sprinted past harried-looking DoD men and women and ran into the President's office. "Sir--"

"Yes, I know." The President of the United States waved a wrinkled hand and said, "My agents are coming to pick me up. You can leave now."

"But--"

"It's your duty, right? I don't care."

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Private Frist Class Joseph Miller didn't no what the hell was going. He had joined a convoy heading up to Washington D.C. He held his Scar-H closely to his hands. " How much time till we reach Delta Charlie." asked Miller. "About an hour in a half Private." said Sgt.Lewis in the shotgun seat. "Can't this piece of shit go any faster" asked Sgt. Lewis with anger in his face. " Sir, I'm going as fast as this Humvee can go," said the driver " All this debris on the road might pop the tires and we all know we don't want tha...." " Get out, get out, BTR on the road!!!" screamed Sgt. Lewis, already jumping out of the Humvee. The BTR had busted through a wall and immediately started firing on the convoy. The leading Humvee exploded as it was hit with the BTR's rounds. Sgt. Lewis and Joseph Miller took cover behind a burnt out car. Sgt. Lewis took another man's radiopack. " We need Airsupport" said Sgt. Lewis. "Roger that, were sending in Apache right now." As soon as Sgt. Lewis finished the call, a hellfire missile hit the BTR and immediatly destroyed it. Miller's spine chilled, he could hear the screams of the BTR crew. " Alright people, saddle up." said Sgt. Lewis with his unchanged expression. The convoy started moving a minute and a half after the attack. They had to leave the wounded and dead at the site, they needed to get to D.C. stat.

MerchantofDeath

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Cpt. Kenzington and his squad were on a plane heading towards Washington D.C. "Are we there yet?" asked Como, a young private who had to learn about patience, "Why do we have to go to D.C. anyways?" "We've been allies with the Americans for years, we have to help them, Como." Kenzington answered. "All units, uh, we have an unidentified object heading towards us, we might have to abort this mission."said the pilot. Kenzington got on the radio, "Rodger that." "Team!-get your gear, we're getting out of here." The unidentified object hit the plane, it crashed into a farm in Virginia. Como was laying by a tree. "C'mon, get up, mate!" Kenzington said to Como. "Fragger!-what's the closest route to D.C.?" "Um, there's a road to the east, we can follow it, it should take us to D.C. in five minutes." Fragger was a Leftenant, who had much experience with computers, he was the teams radio operator. The team made it to D.C., only to be welcomed by an ambush. Only Kenzington, Fragger, and Como survived until being rescued by Sgt. Lewis and PFC Miller. "Ah, good to see friendly faces." Sgt. Lewis said. "Indeed, so what's the situation here?" asked Kenzington, as he raised his M4A1 SOPMOD on his shoulder.

CodExpert

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Corporal Smith was being shipped off to Washington. He, along with all of his buddies, had no idea why. As they were filing onto the convoy, Smith made sure to get a seat next to his sergeant. "What the hell is going on sarge?,"asked Smith. "How the hell should I know," replied the sergeant. Smith then leaned over to his left where Private Jack Allens was sitting. "Hey man, do you know why the hell we're going to Washington?,"asked Smith. "Not really,"replied the private,"but there's some rumors going around about an invasion." Smith sat up to let this sink through his head. The United States of America has been invaded. He leaned back over to the private and asked," Do you know who invaded us?" "Just some rumors,"replied Allens,"they sayin' it could be Germany, or Canada, or even 'em Russians." Smith sat back up. He was now afraid. They might have to fight against Russia. He knew that the place wouldn't be scared to let off some nukes, and he knew that the States knew it too.

Cpl. Dunn

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Sgt. Gaffan fired the last few 7.62 x 51mm NATO slugs from the muzzle of his SCAR-H battle rifle and ducked behind the door of the Oval Office as a dozen Russians--probably searching for the President, who was already in his "White Hawk" Marine One presidential helicopter and away, toward somewhere where Air Force One, the presidential Boeing 747 jet was.Rollersox 20:43, April 11, 2010 (UTC)

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During the battle at Washington D.C....

"GET DOWN, GET DOWN!" yelled Cpt. Kenzington as the Fast-movers were heading towards them, they ducked down behind a wall with Kenzington having a Cuban Cigar sticking out of his mouth. "Team, we gotta move, to the White House!" said Sgt. Lewis after the airstrike. "But there are too many of them, we are screwd, totally scr--, what the hell is that?"said PFC Miller, before seeing a launching nuke. "HEAD TOWARDS THE BUNKER!" yelled Sgt. Lewis. The team was on the way, but PFC Miller tripped. "Get up, mate!" yelled Kenzington. "We gotta go!". Kenzington picked up Miller and carried him to the bunker. "You know, you gotta watch your arse, because I'm not going to save it any more." "Miller...Miller!" Miller was laying there, motionless.

CodExpert

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Dmitri fully believed that the US was too arrogant; too pompous. This invasion is exactly what they needed to find out what the world already knew. His squad, compromised of Alexi, Viktor and Sasha, took five in a small apartment building. Victor was going through the fridge, Alexi cleaning his gun and Sasha bandaging up a minor wound, a cut he had gotten reloading his PKM. Dmitri kept watch with his Dragunov, watching for any signs of movement on the street in front of him. "(Viktor! Are you done in there? Break time is nearly over, comrade!)" Viktor grunted and guzzled down an American soft drink. "Da." He said, slinging his AN-94 and crushing the can, tossing it into a nearby trash can. "(These American soft drinks, they're good! I can't understand what they say, but they are good!)" Alexi reassembled his gun and said "(If you keep rummaging through these American fridges ,you'll be as fat as them by the time we hit the capital.)" The three laugh and Sasha pciks his PKM up, his finger bandaged up. "(We should get moving. The American swine will pass by soon, and they won't be too happy to know that we took an American home.)" Cpl. Wilding 01:09, April 12, 2010 (UTC)

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"Miller, get up buddy, c'mon, thats it, OK" said Sgt. Lewis to a dazed PFC Miller, "Got any plans Captain" "I have one" said Cpt. Kenzington, "We're gonna kill every one of those Russian pigs for what they have done." "And they have a leader for us to kill, Commissar Pavel Makrovolsky, he's the one responsible for this war, we're gonna kill him, then every Russian after him too."

The American assault to take back Washington D.C. has begun.

"To all enemy infantry!-we have you outnumbered, we will kill you all with no mercy, we have tanks, we have weapons, and we have honor!"

Kenzington to the Russians before the counter-attack.

The battle was on, and there will be no Russians left.

CodExpert

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"(Sasha, let's put your PKM here so we can use it for suppresive fire. Viktor, go help bandage up Nikolai, he got hit earlier. Alexi, mount this red dot on your gun, we'll probably be fighting at long range here.)" Sasha began placing his LMG and said, "(Isn't one of our objectives to keep our Commissar safe? He is after all in the building we're defending.)" Dmitri adjusted his ACOG and said "(Let the Spetsnaz handle protecting him, we're just army grunts, not special ops douchebags.)" The squad of four, along with the rest of the company, prepared for the assault on Washington. It would be a long, bloody battle for both sides. Cpl. Wilding 01:39, April 12, 2010 (UTC)