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101st Airborne Rakkasans
A lone road stretches down the middle of a huge city within a valley infested with civilians. People crowding the streets as merchants shout and cars try to squeeze through hundreds of people. On a small hill not to far from the town a warlord sits in his trone and watches his small band of men grow as he gains power, men, and weapons. As he looks off to the west the faint nose of chopper blades echos through the valley. As he grows more attentive to the source faint silloutes crowd the sky.....He ordered his men to grab their weapons and head towards the city and warn the others. As the sound of four UH-60 blackhawks roaring through the valley, people run and cars speed in different directions. Hundreds of shots rang out towards the blackhawks as they fired there M134 mini guns toward spraying insurgents. As they wiped around the edge of the city they all hovered about ground height a boot touches the ground and as the soldier comes into focus the 101st patch and the Rakkasans Tori are clearly visible as the soldiers charged into the blood filled streets with their weapons blazing. Insurgents cry and retreat for cover as the the once fearless warlord quivers as the Rakkasans charged up to his throne, and before they reached the top shot was heard and the men stopped as the warlord was no more. The mission was complete and the 101st Rakkasans lived to fight again.