87.76 2CDO open frequency

[Mental]

The lieutenant sits around a burning barrel of fuel with his men as he pulls out his radio.

"This is Lt. James Morgan of the 2nd Commando Regiment. Any Special Air Services Regiment forces please respond. I repeat, this is Lt. James Morgan of the 2nd Commando Regiment. Any Special Air Services Regiment forces please respond."

"We are here."

[ItzThatcher]

**Lt M. Emmrich was calmly listen to his radio, just moving through the channels, when this popped up. He stopped chewing on the stick in his mouth as he listened. He sighed disappointedly, before adjusting his earpiece. He brings the radio to his half lips.**

*Presses the transmission button.*

"I hear you Lt Morgan. This is Lt Emmrich of the 41st Aid Company, 2nd Platoon. You won't have much luck, nor really any around here. The locals aren't too..... kind to our type of nationality. I wish you safe travels LT. 108.8 is our frequency, that of The Trust. Good people there, if you need to join up. I can explain everything if you need.... that is if you do not know already. Lt Emmrich out."

*Releases the transmission button.*

[Mental]

**Lt M. Emmrich was calmly listen to his radio, just moving through the channels, when this popped up. He stopped chewing on the stick in his mouth as he listened. He sighed disappointedly, before adjusting his earpiece. He brings the radio to his half lips.**

*Presses the transmission button.*

"I hear you Lt Morgan. This is Lt Emmrich of the 41st Aid Company, 2nd Platoon. You won't have much luck, nor really any around here. The locals aren't too..... kind to our type of nationality. I wish you safe travels LT. 108.8 is our frequency, that of The Trust. Good people there, if you need to join up. I can explain everything if you need.... that is if you do not know already. Lt Emmrich out."

*Releases the transmission button.*

The entire group jump up and surround the radio as the static dies down. They are slightly disappointed when they realise it is not who they are after. The Lieutenant responds:

"It would be a massive help if you could bring us up to speed mate. We're going to need all the help we can get."

[ItzThatcher]

**Lt Emmrich sighed as he continues to chew on the branch. "Poor poor souls...." he mutters in a dead tone. He then continues on to bring the radio to his mouth.**

*Presses the transmission button.*

"What all do you know LT? If you could please let me know, then I can tell you from then on.... Lt Emmrich out."

*Releases the transmission button.*

[Rhys]

*The silence is broken as an unfamiliar voice over the familiar sound of gunshots begins to fill the air.*

"Lieutenant... It's good to hear a familiar accent. This is Sergeant Joel Regan. Sorry to disappoint Lieutenant. I'm not with the SASR, Nor am I part of the 2CDO. I came over with the UN as part of a first response unit, Unfortunately things did not go to according to plan. I have been traveling between Chernarus and Takistan establishing supplies and aid where ever possible since then." 

*The Sergeant stops talking as you hear the gunshots getting closer*

"I don't have much time, These damn infected are everywhere. I will be arriving in Chernarus in a few hours. Is there someplace we can meet, I might have some things you guys could use."

*Joel ends the transmission*

[Mental]

Jason hears the other aussie accent and rushes to the radio.

"We are currently hanging around the western side of the country. We are wearing plain green berets with standard military style clothing, come find us. We are more than willing to help out fellow Australians while we are here."

[Rhys]

*Joel picks up the microphone and talks into it*

"This is Sergent Regan. I have made it into Chernarus. My current location is 06007, A town called Stary Sobor."

*There is a pause in the transmission.*

"Chernarus is... Strange. There is no sign of infected at all. Once we crossed over from Russia we haven't seen a single one. If you could bring me up to speed on things that would be great. Is there someplace I can find you?"

*The radio goes silent as Joel ends the transmission.*

[Mental]

James hears another voice on the radio.

"We are currently locking down a small villiage to the north, near the airfield. I believe a man earlier called it 'Lopatino'. You can find us there."

[Hez]

A voice comes over the radio, but interference makes it unrecognizable

'SASR? You guys ar- *bzzt* -bout a fucking year lat- *bzzt* What is bringing *bzzt* Aussies over now? Run ou-*bzzt* of VB in Melbs?

The voice fades into static

[Mental]

A voice comes over the radio, but interference makes it unrecognizable

'SASR? You guys ar- *bzzt* -bout a fucking year lat- *bzzt* What is bringing *bzzt* Aussies over now? Run ou-*bzzt* of VB in Melbs?

The voice fades into static

"A year late? Mate are you alright? We recieved a broadcast from the SASR not too long ago. It did takes us some time to get over here but not a year. Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding?"

[Hez]

Adrian stand and hears the reply come through his radio

"This shitshow has being going on for a year and its pretty odd for a military outfit to rock up now instead of earlier, but I guess SASR remnants or whatever only just contacted you"

"But anyway welcome! I'm sure you'll love it here. If you can look past all of the death and pillaging Chernarus really does have some nice vistas"

Adrian smiles and shakes his head, before racketing his AK and walking into the forest