Retaking Atlum Field

[JKrew]

It was a clear, sunny morning on Atlum field. A low, loud rumbling could be heard over the entire grassy field as a giant army of tanks, troop transports, and many other kinds of military vehicles sped toward the opposing army which was encamped near the center of the field.

It had been about a year since the war that engulfed almost all of Fyia had begun. The evil forces of Shurnon had recently taken over Atlum field as they diverted their attacks from Corvina to it's weaker Ally, Zetfa. Now Corvina was coming to stop the Shurnon army before they could conquer any more of Zetfa or even attack Puralgatha.

Zemme watched the beginning battle from a screen in his tank as the masses of Corvinan tanks rolled forward and the troop transports that followed began to unload their troops.

The encamped Shurnon army had been taken by surprise. A majority of their troops were still sleeping, until they woke from hearing the Corvinan army approaching. They still hastily prepared with the officers shouting and soldiers running all over. Their mechanized units went to meet Corvina's forces first, followed by the soldiers.

Flames started to blast from the main guns of the tanks of each side as they began opening fire. A booming explosion shook the ranks of the Shurnon army as one of it's tanks took a hit. Infantry from both sides hit the ground and scrambelled to get behind any cover on the battlefield. Green energy bolts flew through the air from the Corvinan troops, and bullets started to pelt the Corvina's ranks when the Shurnon troops returned fire.

[banana]

Around the outskirts of Atlum field, a forest there was. In this forest was trees. In one of these trees, perched high above, up near the sky, oh so high, was a young man.

This young man's name was Banana.

He was busy trying to copy bird calls "Whee Whirr berow." Something a little like that. However, the sound of rubiling tanks, combined with gunfire and the tree shaking a lot, rudely interupted him. And this wasn't like one of those times where someone interupts you and all you have to do is give them a look, then continue on with whatever you were saying by beginning with
"Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interupted..."

Quite the opposite, Banana could do nothing to stop this noise, this loud rumbiling noise coupled with the annoying sound of ceaseless gunfire. And now, from his perch he could see the glow of flames burning. Then he remembered he liked the smell fire. Especially crackiling fire, while he was roasting marshmellows soon to be part of a s'more, yum yummy.

So anyways banana viewed this scene with disbelief. Him being new to the planet and all, news of some war had not reached his ears, until now. He sat and watched and wondered what he should do, if anything. Wait, he saw someone familiar...was that Zemme? Interesting he didn't know Zemme was involved in a war! For now Banana decided to stay where he was, because if he got down he would probably be dead in moments.

[JKrew]

The intensity of the battle increased as more and more units from each side came into range. The defening blasts of gunfire and explosions could now be heard from miles away. The air between the two armies was filled with all kinds of ordinace as they unleashed immense firepower.

Since they had been taken by surprise, the Shurnon army was taking heavy casualties while their troops were still in confusion. Shrapnel and debris from destroyed vehicals ripped through their encampment. At one point, a group of Shurnon troops tried to advance, but only to be wiped out by the stream of energy bolts flowing from the Corvinan troops.

Eventually, one of the Shurnon officers was able to organize the army and strike hard against the Corvinan army. He concentrated all of his tanks on the front line. Soon the Corvinan tanks were being overpowered and were taking many devastating hits. Shurnon army began to advance slowly, and the Corvinan troops were now trying to hold on.

Zemme saw what was happening now and ordered the front line to move back like in a retreat. Just as they were moving back, from both sides of the Corvinan line came the Corvina's new NW-73 tanks. Zemme didn't want his new weapon to be known about, but now it was necesarry since the older tanks couldn't hold up.

Corvina's new tanks soon overwhelmed the Shurnon advance. Shurnon's conventional tank ammunition was innefective against the new the NW-73's armor. The Shurnon tanks were also being destroyed, even vaporized by the Corvinan tank's railguns. The Shurnon army was now forced to retreat back to their encampment.

[teran]

From his know battered tent, Captain Teran studied the holographic battle display. Things were not going well. What had turned from defeat to victory was now agian tasting of miserable loss.

Were had those tanks come from? why did they not show on the radar? What are we so ineffective?

As the questions flowed through his head, so did the read outs of both personal and equipment distroyed. It seemed the Corvinan tanks were doing their job well, too well. it was time to take mattersa into hand, time to take what had hoped not to use.

Openeing a hidden compartment in the table, Teran began to type in passwords in his console. If this doesn't work, nothing will.

After minutes of pure passwords, Teran clicked one last key, and a hissing sound could be heard. All through out the bayyle field, His soldiers were applying gas masks as their heavy backpack suddenly gave off a strange green gas. As the gas started to flow towards the Corvinans, Teran applied his own mask, and watched the screen anxiously

[JKrew]

Zemme watched the the battle from his tank and was quite satisfied to see how well his new tanks were performing in actual battle. Suddenly green gas started pouring out of the Shurnon ranks as the troops put on gas masks. Zemme imediatly ordered his troops to retreat. The Corvinan troops were wearing helmets and masks that would protect them from some chemical weapons, but this green gas hadn't been seen before and they weren't going to take any chances.

The Corvinan soldiers were now running back to their tansports for saftey. Although the Corvinan tanks were protected from chemical weapons, they began a slower retreat since their troop support was gone. Zemme didn't want to take the risk of sending his tanks in alone.

The Corvinan army now needed to find out what this strange gas was, and if the troops would be protected from it by their masks. A few capsules were launched into the area where the green gas was to discover it's molecular composistion. Until the ruesults came in, the Corvinan army had to hold back, only firing from farther off to hold back the Shurnon army.

[teran]

Smilling slightly, Teran noticed the Corvinan troops retreating. atleast this bought him time to reorganize his troops into an offensive. they would have to wait until the gas dissapated, but once it did his foes would not find a still suprised enemy, but instead an army, ready for battle, and wanted revenge for their losses. Ordering his infantry to retreat, Teran began creating a plan. The nuero toxin his scientists created should last for about 10 minutes before finally being dissapated into the air. But the trouble was that there was a slight wind, and with it the amount of time he has might be less.

Ordering his remaining tanks to the front of his infantry columns. Teran picked up the bright red phone to his left. "Is air support ready? Good, wait till the gass disapears, i would be best to try and keep casualities down. Using the air to ground weapons, but they maybe have air forces hey haven't shown yet, and most importantly, be on your gaurd, this is not an enemy to be underestimated."

[banana]

Banana could overhear a lot of this talk because of good hearing; he never listened to loud music or put his ears through any kind of stress ever so his ears had good hearing. And obviously he could see what was happening on the battlefield, the strikes, the counter strikes, the counter-counter strikes, and so on.

Some would call him odd, but he found it all amusing.

Luckily he had brought something to spicen things up.

A bullhorn never failed to serve a good purpose, whether placed next to a sleeping ear or used to evacute a burning building. Today it was serving only Banana's purpose: entertainment. All this war really had not much to do with him, other then the plain and simple fact that he lived on Fyia.

He brought out his bullhorn, which was conviently painted green to blend into the envoirment, and held it close to his mouth and switched it on and shouted into it with a slight french accent:

"Help, help! All soldiers help! A new force has come, stronger then either side. This force is only called one name." He then said several words that he had heard a french person once, hoping he had the accent and annunciation right.

Quickly and swiftly he made his way down the tree and sprinted to one about 50 yards from the last one, scampering up it lightening fast. He readied his bullhorn for another confusing announcement, hoping his first pone had the desired effect: confusion.