[center][color=ed1c24][h2]Rath Drazkowski - Wolf 5[/h2][/color][/center]
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[b]Zykova Valerievna[/b]. The woman who saved him in Operation Ouka, and the one who nearly extinguished the last light of life inside him.

"[color=fdc68a]On your knees, Second Lieutenant Drazkowski[/color]!" Her personal quarters were all to familiar to him, rather than the cozy little space it appeared it was nothing but a torture chamber to him. A low chuckle escaped his lips even as the sharp pain entered the back of his legs, bringing his defiant legs to the ground hard. It was not a struggle to grin up at her when he had won "[color=fdc68a]I will ask you once more, what is this about a transfer[/color]?!?" The raging fire in her eyes was all too sweet. He had been her play-thing for so long but now he was leaving and there was nothing she could do "[color=ed1c24]What's the matter, Czuła Matka? Afraid of losing me[/color]?" He chuckled as the metal baton smashed into his ribs and he felt the air rush out from his lungs. Coy eyes watched as his CO paced back and forth once, her free hand clawing into her scalp with unbridled frustration. She came back to him, no less angry with events she no longer had control over "[color=fdc68a]I will not ask again[/color]!" The strain on her voice like an orchestra of delight to his ears.

Rath rose to his feet against Zykova's will, she attempted to swing once more but he had always been the better in close-quarters combat. The metal baton was thrown across the room after falling into his possession leaving her in a state of shock at his disobedience "[color=ed1c24]I have been assigned to the 231st UN Tactical Armored Battalion, a battalion with pilots from across the world[/color]." Zykova was thrown off at his straight-forward answer, he could have been harsh but there was no way he would lower himself to her level. Not now "[color=ed1c24]Effective immediately[/color]." he stated with a firm expression. A lamp was torn from its place on a table and tossed across the room, narrowing missing his head. She was taking it poorly, just as he hoped "[color=fdc68a]You are not allowed to leave...I OWN YOU[/color]!" She yelled pushing beyond the boundary of normal human lungs. From the day she recovered him on the field, that statement had been true.

By her hand he was assigned to her completely Russian unit. Blackmail and manipulation had collared him to her whim, treating him lesser than a dog. She said bark, and he barked. His body bore the scars and bruises of many nights of her [i]entertainment[/i] yet his face was never harmed, for [i]appearance's[/i] sake. All this because she was a upper-class Russian officer and he was a mere Polish conscript. She made it impossible for him. Impossible for him to look past someone's Russian lineage. He came very close to ending his life to rejoin his true comrades but an high-ranking officer approached him and gave him an opportunity: Join this new international Battalion and Escape. The officer was not simply being a generous man, he understood that Rath's loyalty to the USSR had wavered to almost nothing.

His lips tugged to the right as he smirk, shaking his head "[color=ed1c24]Perhaps once, you did. Now it is the UN that owns me[/color]." At that moment, the thought made him the happiest he had been since his old battalion "[color=fdc68a][color=fdc68a]You are a disgrace to the great Soviet Union[/color]! You'll end up like the rest of your weak, pathetic friends[/color]!" A last ditched insult was almost expected, he turned his back as he retreated out the door. His new life awaited "[color=ed1c24]Farewell, Zykova. Mam nadzieję, że zjedzą cię powoli[/color]." The pent up hatred inside shone in that final glare he gave before the door shut behind him. He had come close to giving up on his dream but through the fires of hell, he had seized it anew.
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Like ants pouring out of their dirt hill, the BETA never ceased to keep coming. He could see the other members of his battalion make their way on the beach, which was quickly coming under their control. That was a temporary relief, the other parts of this operation were not going so smoothly. Gore splashed and blanketed the ground as his blade motor tore into the tank-class wishing to climb onto his TSF and tear it apart, his gunfire keep the approaching enemy away. 36mm rounds tore into countless enemies around him as fire from his other teammates came into play, they just couldn't keep out of the fun could they? Subconsciously he kept a monitor on the more green members of the battalion, just like the older members of the 211 did for him. On his radar, he could see two more friendly identifiers coming onto the beach. The heat of battle had left him ignoring the sound of the other members launching. Carnage had already been wrought on sea and now on land, the way of life under the threat of the BETA.

Major Kochenkov. He had avoided her like deadly disease since he arrived to join the 231st mostly for the benefit of them both. Zykova...that woman had distilled such hatred for Russians in him that he could hardly control it himself. However here on the battlefield, he could push that aside to complete their objective and listen to the Major, at least until the Captain arrived "[color=ed1c24]You got it Major, a few thousand skewered BETA coming up[/color]." He lightly spoke just as his blade motor sank into the side of a grappler-class after making a side-wards dash, rending its flesh asunder. A glimpse of a Type-94 Shiranui came into view along with a message from its pilot before landing next to him, clearing a swath of tank-class. Rath smirked at the skill of his storm vanguard counter-part, at least he wouldn't have to worry about him falling behind "[color=ed1c24]Roger, Wolf-3. Let's hope you are as skilled with a blade as your are with a gun[/color]." A light chuckle escaped him as he moved for the hill under Kseniya's orders.

He had been managing his ammo supply since he touched down on this beach. If that was an attempt at motivation, the 1st lieutenant failed greatly. As round after round was sent into the BETA mass, the laser-class continued their own battery assault. Suddenly a group of Tank-class were obliterated leaving Rath's momentarily stunned before he saw the designations on his radar. Wolf-1 and Wolf-2. The French-speaking angels, as he liked to think of them. Everyone's face appeared on his display as the captain relayed her orders, leaving the beachhead already? That could only mean one course of action and hearing those french accents was much preferred to the grating sound of the american, who had stayed silent thanks to his luck.

A laserjagd in these conditions? Well even with the increase in the metal cloud density, it was gonna be a wild ride "Roger." he confirmed his orders, moving into position. As expected, he was named for the front of the formation along with three others. Fighting alongside Kseniya did not bother him but he was concerned for Verena piloting a older model TSF, fighting up close required every edge you could get. The initial fighting had already covered his blade motor in a new coat of red. How many times had he engaged in operations like this on the front-lines? "[color=ed1c24]Looks like we're gonna get to see what you can do in that Tornado, Wolf-9[/color]." He was surprised that such outdated TSFs hadn't been fully replaced yet, but if she was here then he expected she could hold her own.

The formation began its push towards the laser-class, Rath moving along the right side of Tanizaki. [color=ed1c24][i]Zykova, I hope to see you in hell[/i][/color] That thought warmed his heart as they came closer to their objective. His lungs exploded with laughter as Elise's mistake was broadcast over their comms, it was too golden to miss "[color=ed1c24]Oh was that meant for private? Kochasz ptaki[/color]." he chuckled, hoping that they wouldn't understand him. They wouldn't get a moment to translate it anyway, as Holland called out the enemy. On Mina's orders, Rath moved forwards to engage the BETA blocking the path to the laser-class. 36mm rounds burst into the tank-class, then snapping to a grappler-class as it approached counting on his allies to reinforce him as the formation carved forward. This was not going to be the end for him.

[center][h2][color=00aeef]Haley Anders - Wolf 7[/color][/h2][/center]

Haley could only watch from the shore as transports erupted in explosions and flames, killing many soldiers along with them. She felt loss, she felt fear...she felt anger. These three emotions tore at each other while she continued to fire the two AMWS-21 cannons mounted on both her arms. Often she found her-self firing a couple more rounds than necessary into targets that were already dead. Dominic would never shown any kind of fear, she couldn't disgrace him by losing her nerves now. This beach would be taken by her efforts above anyone else, that was just how it had to be! That was why she kept maneuvering behind Rath, letting him death with fighting up close while she coated the BETA around him with hot lead.

Another set of TSFs from their battalion landed on the beach, the Russian Major and the Japanese 1st lieutenant. Kseniya didn't waste anytime issuing orders with the Captain yet to reach the beach, she would never take orders for a Russian! That didn't mean the others would follow her, no they were all moving on the hill to hold off the BETA's advance. [color=00aeef][i]Dammit![/i][/color] She grimaced and followed suit blowing apart a grappler-class as it tried to get close to Wolf-5 and Wolf-3. The captain was sure taking her sweet old time getting here, she hoped she wasn't getting all romantic with 1st lieutenant Allaire. The people of France did know how to attack, right? It seemed like her question would be answer with a loud, thunderous yes as twin Rafales made their appearance on the shore killing a multitude of BETA in the process.

The accuracy of the one was absolutely unacceptable, she would not have some Frenchie out-shoot her. Wait, did that order come through right? They had only just gotten the beachhead under control and now she wanted to abandon it. If they were firing AL warheads, then that meant they were going to be diving into the BETA's lines to perform a...laserjagd, her mind coming to the conclusion just as Mina announced it. She had only studied such an operation but had never been part of one, but it mattered not "[color=00aeef]Roger[/color]."  Her part would be executed with precision and expertise flying low to the ground to move into position. "[color=00aeef]Don't fall apart before we get to the laser-class, Wolf-9[/color]." She spoke out, wondering why such a old model was even allowed on the field. Once more she was wished good luck by a commanding officer, what was with these UN forces?

The F-15C Eagle sped next to Elise's Rafale, weapon systems fully loaded and doing her best to maintain the strict altitude NOE flight required. It was no issue for a pilot of her talent, of course. She would not allow herself to crash and become food for those...monsters. The audacity of making romantic plans during a battle with the captain, was she so daft that she forgot to switch to a private line? Even she laughed a little along with the group, resisting the urge to smile. The battlefield was not someplace for such foolery, it would just get them killed. Her mind was taken off it by the massive horde of tank and grappler-class BETA ahead, one they need to cut through. The power of her F-15C was made to bear as all four guns fired, the initial shock of combat fading to allow her shot to hit to constantly connect and litter the ground with bits of BETA. The heavy rounds would be saved for the laser-class, they would taste her rage.