The Blub Empire
05-01-2007, 07:04
(Seems my old account is gone. So.. I get to start all over. :) Using the Blubs still, the same goofy little green blobs as before. If you're getting involved, you 'ought to have a reason. Also, please respect the fact that I like to keep things small scale and the Blubs use very out-dated equipment. IE: No numbers whoring and no WMDs.)
The humans were coming back. The indignity of being driven out of their country by an angry mob of former-slaves had been too much to stomach. For the last five years the leadership of the once-powerful GeneCorp had been plotting a means of returning to reconquer their former homeland and the race of green little creatures that they had created in labs.
The biggest disadvantage that the Blubs had was their severe lack of technology and funding. Although outnumbered, the Blubs had somehow managed to pull off tactical victory after tactical victory. It would be a matter of crushing the Blubs with a heavily weighted stroke. None of the fancy stuff, just a pure blitz sure to overwhelm the pathetic Blubs.
Location: Cinder Valley Army Air Corp Base, Blubland
Time: 5:12am local
High in one of the control towers overlooking Runway 7 of Cinder Valley Air Base, a sleepy little Blub wearing thick military issue glasses peered drowsily at the slowly rotating arm that swept clockwise around his RADAR screen. Beside him, another Blub was munching noisily on a bag of Cheetos and watching an episode of Jerry Springer on the small television set above the control panels. That Blub chuckled now and then, watching as two midgets - dwarves maybe? - fought over the hand of a cheating midget girlfriend.
The sleepy Blub lifted his eyestalks a little as a blip appeared on the RADAR screen. Then another, and another.. and another. That was very odd. He checked his spreadsheet and saw no scheduled approaches for this time, and squeaked to the other Blub watching TV. "What's this?"
That Blub leaned over, squinted at the RADAR. He then lifted an orange-cheeto stained tentacle to poke at the screen. "Planes."
Well duh. "Ours?" He frowned as dozens of tiny little blips began to appear. "Oh. Parachutes." The two stared at the screen dumbly for another moment as it began to fill with tiny dots. After a while, the one with the glasses picked up a red telephone and hit a button on it. At the other end another Blub answered. "This is Hector Tower. I think we're being invaded?"
About that time, the door of the tower's control room slammed open and in rushed a squad of human paratroopers. The Blub with the glasses blinked, dropped the phone. The Blub with the cheetos scowled, stuffing another tentacle-grip worth of the orange snacks into his maw. "Well ya got us." said in a muffled voice around cheetos.
Location: Blub City, Blubland
Time: 5:30am local
Prime Minister Blub and his wife, First Lady Blubette were woke by Blub security who barged into the room, shuffling the pair into warm coats. "Mister Prime Minister, we're under attack. It's GeneCorp. We've lost Cinder Valley, Crystal Mountain and Evergreen Forest." informing the Blub leader as they hurried him through the halls of his home then out to the yard.
Waiting there was one of Blubland's few helicopters, an aging UH-1 Huey. They climbed aboard and the chopper lifted off into the night sky. Off to the east, against the glare of the red sky, Prime Minister Blub could barely make out thin columns of smoke rising up from the lush woodlands of Evergreen Forest, where the Blubs were fighting a retreating battle towards the relative saftey of Flatrock Lake.
Fifteen minutes later the Huey settled down in a military complex and the Prime Minister and First Lady were rushed inside, then down many flights of stairs to a bunker far below.
Location: Flatrock Lake, Blubland
Time: 7:47am local
Flatrock Lake sprawled, three miles long and two miles wide near the edge of the Evergreen Forest. Beyond it was rolling plains and grasslands that stretched for about fourty miles before the suburbs of Blub City began to spring up.
Flatrock was a popular resort location for the Blubs, but now shattered hulks of tanks, armored vehicles and trucks were scattered on its white sand shores or near the edges of the woods, or anywhere between.
The Blubs had pulled back along the eastern shore of the lake during the bullrush of the GeneCorp main thrust from the north. Where T-72 tanks pushed south, they were met by the Blub 1st Armored Division and forward elements of the 3rd Mechanized Division. The old M47 Pattons of the Blubs would pop up out of nowhere and put a shell into an enemy, then duck into cover again, rarely giving the enemy the benefit of an aimed shot.
A little further to the west, across the lake infantry battled. GeneCorp soldiers with their AK-47s, AK-74s and RPKs advanced slowly under a determined wave of return fire from the Blubs with their WWII era M1 Garands, Browning Automatic Rifles and .30 caliber machine guns.
Here in the west, it was the Blub 101st Airborne Division, the so-called "Band of Blubs" that fought fiercely to protect their home against this unprovoked invasion.
Captain Summers of Easy Company sat behind a low stone wall that some farmer had built perhaps fifty years ago and had overgrown with brush and weeds. Beside him was his radioman, and he was handing out orders to his platoons.
Lieutenant Swords of 1st Company nodded in response to his own radioman's shout, "Sir! Captain Summers wants a counter-advance against the left flank, says see if we can't sweep those peckers off the shore." and was already in motion, gathering up the riflemen of 1st platoon and leaving his machine gun section in place.
1st platoon manuvered through the tall grass, the Blubs having a major advantage due to their smaller size and periscope-like eyestalks. It was a suprise to the enemy when they seemed to spring out of the weeds where a full company of GeneCorp infantry were making use of the easy terrain of the waterline to advance.
The Blubs opened up at a hundred yards, their M1s snapping off rounds, Private Libby leveled his BAR and fired off a short burst, the weapon barking as bullets went downrange to strike at a cluster of GeneCorp soldiers who were scrambling to find cover on the exposed shore.
The humans were coming back. The indignity of being driven out of their country by an angry mob of former-slaves had been too much to stomach. For the last five years the leadership of the once-powerful GeneCorp had been plotting a means of returning to reconquer their former homeland and the race of green little creatures that they had created in labs.
The biggest disadvantage that the Blubs had was their severe lack of technology and funding. Although outnumbered, the Blubs had somehow managed to pull off tactical victory after tactical victory. It would be a matter of crushing the Blubs with a heavily weighted stroke. None of the fancy stuff, just a pure blitz sure to overwhelm the pathetic Blubs.
Location: Cinder Valley Army Air Corp Base, Blubland
Time: 5:12am local
High in one of the control towers overlooking Runway 7 of Cinder Valley Air Base, a sleepy little Blub wearing thick military issue glasses peered drowsily at the slowly rotating arm that swept clockwise around his RADAR screen. Beside him, another Blub was munching noisily on a bag of Cheetos and watching an episode of Jerry Springer on the small television set above the control panels. That Blub chuckled now and then, watching as two midgets - dwarves maybe? - fought over the hand of a cheating midget girlfriend.
The sleepy Blub lifted his eyestalks a little as a blip appeared on the RADAR screen. Then another, and another.. and another. That was very odd. He checked his spreadsheet and saw no scheduled approaches for this time, and squeaked to the other Blub watching TV. "What's this?"
That Blub leaned over, squinted at the RADAR. He then lifted an orange-cheeto stained tentacle to poke at the screen. "Planes."
Well duh. "Ours?" He frowned as dozens of tiny little blips began to appear. "Oh. Parachutes." The two stared at the screen dumbly for another moment as it began to fill with tiny dots. After a while, the one with the glasses picked up a red telephone and hit a button on it. At the other end another Blub answered. "This is Hector Tower. I think we're being invaded?"
About that time, the door of the tower's control room slammed open and in rushed a squad of human paratroopers. The Blub with the glasses blinked, dropped the phone. The Blub with the cheetos scowled, stuffing another tentacle-grip worth of the orange snacks into his maw. "Well ya got us." said in a muffled voice around cheetos.
Location: Blub City, Blubland
Time: 5:30am local
Prime Minister Blub and his wife, First Lady Blubette were woke by Blub security who barged into the room, shuffling the pair into warm coats. "Mister Prime Minister, we're under attack. It's GeneCorp. We've lost Cinder Valley, Crystal Mountain and Evergreen Forest." informing the Blub leader as they hurried him through the halls of his home then out to the yard.
Waiting there was one of Blubland's few helicopters, an aging UH-1 Huey. They climbed aboard and the chopper lifted off into the night sky. Off to the east, against the glare of the red sky, Prime Minister Blub could barely make out thin columns of smoke rising up from the lush woodlands of Evergreen Forest, where the Blubs were fighting a retreating battle towards the relative saftey of Flatrock Lake.
Fifteen minutes later the Huey settled down in a military complex and the Prime Minister and First Lady were rushed inside, then down many flights of stairs to a bunker far below.
Location: Flatrock Lake, Blubland
Time: 7:47am local
Flatrock Lake sprawled, three miles long and two miles wide near the edge of the Evergreen Forest. Beyond it was rolling plains and grasslands that stretched for about fourty miles before the suburbs of Blub City began to spring up.
Flatrock was a popular resort location for the Blubs, but now shattered hulks of tanks, armored vehicles and trucks were scattered on its white sand shores or near the edges of the woods, or anywhere between.
The Blubs had pulled back along the eastern shore of the lake during the bullrush of the GeneCorp main thrust from the north. Where T-72 tanks pushed south, they were met by the Blub 1st Armored Division and forward elements of the 3rd Mechanized Division. The old M47 Pattons of the Blubs would pop up out of nowhere and put a shell into an enemy, then duck into cover again, rarely giving the enemy the benefit of an aimed shot.
A little further to the west, across the lake infantry battled. GeneCorp soldiers with their AK-47s, AK-74s and RPKs advanced slowly under a determined wave of return fire from the Blubs with their WWII era M1 Garands, Browning Automatic Rifles and .30 caliber machine guns.
Here in the west, it was the Blub 101st Airborne Division, the so-called "Band of Blubs" that fought fiercely to protect their home against this unprovoked invasion.
Captain Summers of Easy Company sat behind a low stone wall that some farmer had built perhaps fifty years ago and had overgrown with brush and weeds. Beside him was his radioman, and he was handing out orders to his platoons.
Lieutenant Swords of 1st Company nodded in response to his own radioman's shout, "Sir! Captain Summers wants a counter-advance against the left flank, says see if we can't sweep those peckers off the shore." and was already in motion, gathering up the riflemen of 1st platoon and leaving his machine gun section in place.
1st platoon manuvered through the tall grass, the Blubs having a major advantage due to their smaller size and periscope-like eyestalks. It was a suprise to the enemy when they seemed to spring out of the weeds where a full company of GeneCorp infantry were making use of the easy terrain of the waterline to advance.
The Blubs opened up at a hundred yards, their M1s snapping off rounds, Private Libby leveled his BAR and fired off a short burst, the weapon barking as bullets went downrange to strike at a cluster of GeneCorp soldiers who were scrambling to find cover on the exposed shore.