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OOC Note: This is a closed RP.

Location: Dae Maik Special Operations Base, Southern Daistallia
Time: 0830 local/1730 Zulu

Senior Colonel Gruber of the Dastallian Defense Forces Special Operations Command sat at his office work station making one last check of the plans. Soon some of the finest SOF operators in the world would be arriving for the wargame. Even though the plans were finalized, he couldn't help but looking for flaws. Nothing could embarrass the DDF more than hosting a flawed wargame with this level of personnel participating.

The first international team would be arriving shortly and everything must be perfect.

Clean barracks? Check.
Mess hall menus set as per the arriving teams needs? Check.
PT facilities and range time as requested? Check.
The briefing rooms prepared? Check.
The OpFor units moving into place? Check.

Everything was going on plan.

All that was missing was the international SOF teams.

OOC: Participants who've signed up here http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13895611 , please post your team rosters and feel free to RP your arrival. There will be approximately a 48 hour from this post to do so. I'll do the briefing for the first mission then.

On a C-170 Hercules Class Transport Plane while being escorted by two Sonic Dingo Fighter Jets, a squad of eight Lynion Assassin's were sitting down on the benches waiting for the plane to touch down. The hull was cold and dry as the soldiers checked their weapons.

Captain Daniel Kingland was in charge of the operation and to make sure his squad stays with him at all times. He looked around as he pulled up a clipboard that had their team member names, their profession and their weapons.


1) Captain Daniel Kingland, Squad Commander, Rifleman,
2) Captain Andrew Washington, 2nd in commander, rifleman,
3) Lieutenant Jamie Hutsons, Anti-Armour,
4) Lieutenant Oliver Wilson, Rifleman,
5) Staff Sarge. Linkin Edwards, Heavy weapons support,
6) Staff Sarge. Jaxson 'Phantom' Vactian, Sniper
7) Corporal Phantom 'Reaper' Edwards, demolition expert,
8) Corporal Eliza Vackhan, medical NCO,

Riflemen weapons - Steyr AUG A3
Sniper weapons - Modify Accuracy International Arctic Warfare with a range of 1,200m, scope and a built in stand. Jaxson calls it the 'Devil'.
Anti-armour weapons - M72 Law
Heavy Weapons - M60 Modify SAW, with scope and bigger clip of 20 bullets.
Demolition expert and medical weapons - Steyr AUG A1

Pistols: Desert Eagles. One per soldier/medic.

"Alright!" shouted Daniel. "We're Assassins. You all seen action in the past wars. We've being called up to the work that Hunter's and Regulars can't do. What we're about to do is take part in a competetion that will push us to the limits. We may be the best in the region, but we'll be meeting Special Forces that are the best in their regions prephaps better. But! We will make a name for ourselves,"

The men and the woman looked at them as they checked their weapons and clipas as the plane started its decent as the Dingo's returned to Union or Lynx Colonies. Daniel looked around one last time as he wondered if they were up to the challenge.

"This is Assassin Bird calling Control Tower, requesting permission to land over," said a voice over the intercom which was in the Lynion's ears.

The controller speaks into his headset.

"This is Dae Maik Tower. The wind is at 3 knots and from SSW. Assassins Bird, you are cleared to land on runway 3. Welcome to Daistallia."

"This is Dae Maik Tower. The wind is at 3 knots and from SSW. Assassins Bird, you are cleared to land on runway 3. Welcome to Daistallia." said a voice over the intercom.

"Copy that Dae Maik Tower, Assassin Bird preparing to land on Runway 3. Thanks for the welcome," replied the pilots voice over the intercom.

The Hercules started its decent as it hit an air pocket. The hull rumbled like a small missile had hit it and the Assassin's quickly went to their weapons before the pilot stated it was an air pocket they hit. As they strapped themselves in, Eliza turned to daniel from the opposite side of the plane.

"Hey Cap'tn, reckon this is part of the course?" joked Eliza.

"Maybe it is corporal," smiled Daniel as the plane stopped the hull door opened.

Daniel was the rest to get up and stretch his legs as he placed his rifle over his shoulder as he stepped into the sunlight in his human form. He looked around at the runway and were happy to feel the ground of the Earth under him. He was in the air for over a day with most of it being on an aerial aircraft carrier and then a 5 hour flight to Daistallia without much to do. But then again, it was the way of the Lynion Assassin. Cleared, open and stable mind. The others joined him as they looked around the airport.

"Better than seeing the ground 3,000 feet below ya," smiled Jaxson who wasn't keen on being in aircraft's for more than a day but he tries to hide it.

"Just be happy we're here. Form up squad and lets go for a walk off the runway," smiled Daniel.

The squad were wearing mountain/forest camoflague coloured uniform with a forest camoflagued sluch hat on their heads instead of a helmet along with a firey feather sticking into the slouch hat.

The welcoming party assembled to great the first arrivals were dressed in their finest dress uniforms. After formally greeting the team, Senior Colonel Gruber asks whether they prefer to hit the mess hall or the barracks first.

"Your liason, Captain Mang, will see to your needs. You'll have a couple of days to settle in while the other teams arrive. I hope you enjoy yourselves."

"No, no! It's Lynion not Liason! The pupural version is Lynion's or Lynionites. (OOC: Daniel is a bit picky about the word Lynion and how its used) We thank you for the greeting but we perfer if we can go to the barracks first. Some of us could use with a little sleep before the games start," replied Captain Daniel. "I'm Captain Daniel Kingland. Commander of this squad of Lynion Assassin's,"

As Captain Ming escorts the Assassins to Barracks number 75a, he fills the team in on the facilities.

"There's the mess hall you'll be using. We actually came up with a ethnic Lynionite mess sergeant, so I'm sure you'll be happy with the food.

"And over there is the short range. Your sniper can practice at the long range down the road.

"And now we're passing the CQB house. State of the art computer controlled simulations on request. I'm sure it'll be popular, so make sure you putr in a reservation if you want to use it.

"OK, here we are - barracks 75a. If you have any questions or special requests, just let me know."

OOC: dinner time. I'll be back in an hour or two, hopefully.

Eliza went the the side of Andrew as they listened to the captain talking.

"How can they know about our culture when bearly any Humans come to it?" whispered Eliza.

"Quiet Eliza, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. I'm sure its just a reciepe they picked up when the Humans invaded us during the last war," whispered Andrew as Jaxson pulled Eliza away from Andrew.

"For the love of war!" snapped Jaxson. "I know this is hard to understand but these aren't the same people that kidnap you when you were 12. These are actually friendly people and they are not going to enslave our race," whispered Jaxson to Eliza.

Eliza looked away as they came to the barracks where they were going to be staying.

"There's nothing you can do for us but I'm sure my squad can do with a few hours sleep," said Daniel to Ming. "Thank you for the tour and I'll be looking forward to the ethnic Lynionite mess sarge,"

The squad entered the barracks as Jaxson and Eliza were the last ones in as Eliza looked at Ming before walking into the barracks while giving him a-not-so-friendly stare. Jaxson was the last one to go in and turned to Ming as he tried to explain Eliza's behaviour.

"Don't worry about Eliza. She's just a bit touchy with Humans," smiled Jaxson as Eliza went into the barracks. "Its just something that happened to her a while back,"

OOC: I'll explain everything so don't worry.

OOC: Unless you seriously object, I'm sure we'll be able to come up with at least one of just about everybody. ;) If your men wander around they'll surelyy encounter the odd non-human Daistallian...

"This is Talon Flight, requested permission to land." hailed the C-130 carrying the group of Oseaton Black Guards, Oseato's spec op forces, that would be participating the SOF war games being held in Daistallia.

On board the flight was Captain Mike Clarke, a veteran spec ops operator and leader of the team. He walked up to the cockpit and handed the pilot a piece of paper. "Transmit this data to the Daistallians, it's our roster and our personal weapons.


Captain Mike Clarke, Squad Commander, Grenadier
Captain Zack Thomas, Squad XO, Grenadier
Lt. Georg Petra,Grenadier
Lt. Joe Arnold, Grenadier
Sgt. Major Franz Yoland, anti-armor
Sgt. Major Fredrick Patrel, sniper
Sgt. Major David Roland , anti-armor
Sgt. Major Peter Jacobs, sniper
Gunnery Sgt. Jackson Williams, Heavy support gunner
Gunnery Sgt. Steven Gierrade, Demolitions
Cpl. Chris Xavier, Grenadier
Cpl. Ike Zimmer, Grenadier
Cpl. Tim Morris, Medic

Grenadier - G36K with AG36 attachment (all have built in red dot scopes)
Sniper - Accuracy International AS50
Heavy Support Gunner - MG43
Anti-Armor - AT4/ P-90 SMG
Demolitions/ Medic - G36K

Pistols - M9 Beretta. One per squad member.

Once the plane was on ground, Clarke lead his troops over to the waiting welcoming party and after the usual friendly welcoming waited to be shown where they would be bunking for the night.

After the formal welcoming, the liasion assigned to Oseato, Captain Venk, shows the Oseatoan teamn to barricks 74b.

After setteling the team in, Captain Venk wishes them well.

A Shenyangi MH-92C Merlin transport helicopter approached Dae Maik from the north-east. On board was Squad 1 of the 13th SOU, Shenyang's premier special operations unit. The commanding officer, B.Gen. Daphne Victoria Trance sat at the rear of the chopper. The ramp was down and she was staring out the back, examining the terrain and architecture. She looked down at her PDA, it displayed all the information that SMI could pull together about the DDF. She examined information about the MILES gear, she'd never been a fan of the systems, she felt they made it too easy, having instantaneous hits.

The pilots angled the aircraft over the base.

"Tower, this is SAF MH-92C 'Looking Glass-23', requesting clearance to land. We are carrying the Shenyangi team and their equipment."


Team Roster:

Team Able:
B.Gen Daphne Victoria Trance 'Sirius' : CQB/Intel Specialist (Squad Lead/CO)
L.Cpl Sharon D'Eugenio 'Vixen': Support Gunner/Medic
1Lt Walter Anderson 'Gobi': Support Gunner/Demolitions-Heavy Weapons
SSgt Elizabeth Linus 'Darkleaf': Sniper/Technology Specialist

Team Bravo:
Mjr Marcus Pollini 'Sahara': Support Gunner/Technology Specialist (Team Lead/XO)
SSgt Melissa Henderson 'Valkyrie': CQB/Intel Specialist
Cpt Donovan Roberts 'Seraph': Sniper/Medic
GySgt Gina Vincenz 'Caliburn': Demolitions-Heavy Weapons/Operations

"Looking Glass 23 acknowledged." The controler gives the landing information, and the Shenyang team is formally greeted.

Whereas the other teams had chosen dramatic forms of entrance such as parajumping, the Falkasians had choosen to arrive the hard way.... by truck. It had been a long, uncomfortable drive that seemed to last for hours in the stuffy atmosphere of the cargo bay, but in reality took only 3. Over incredibly rugged terrain they had driven, cursing every bump and bounce along the way with as much vigor as if they had been mortally wounded. By the time they neared the military base and it appeared into plain sight, most of the commandos were more than ready to get off and stretch their weary muscles.

As the truck approached the gate, the driver reached into the glove compartment and removed a white envelope, of which had a red wax seal and the words "DO NOT OPEN UNTIL IN SIGHT OF BASE" stamped onto it. Bringing the truck to a halt on the side of the road, the driver forced it open and drew out a small scrap of paper detailing the radio frequency to contact the Daistallian military base and the composition of the Falkasian strike-force. Not that it was any secret that the Falkasians were participating in the SOF Competition, but the envelope had been sealed just to be sure.

Replacing the torn envelope back in the glove box, the driver reached for a handheld transciever flung carelessly on the dash board.

"This is Falkasia 1, idling outside the main gate. Requesting clearence to proceed. Once we're inside, we will deliver our roster to the CO in charge, over."

(OOC: Can we use weapons that we've bought from storefronts, or does it have to be modern? Either or is fine with me, just needed a little clarification.)

The casual escort that had been shadowing the Falkasian convoy fom the border crossing signaled the base.

The main gate gaurd saluted and waved the Falkasian convoy on base..

"Standing up in a canoe..." Sgt. Bae thought to himself as the Falkasians passed his post.

OOC: I don't particularly care what you use, as long as it's MT, and MT is a rough designation in my books. If you\re planning on using something iffy, TG me first, please.

OOC: I don't particularly care what you use, as long as it's MT, and MT is a rough designation in my books. If you\re planning on using something iffy, TG me first, please.

OOC: Ok, just clarifiying. I'm gonna stick to German weapons for now.

Squad-1 immediately headed to the ranges. They carried a mix of small arms, specific to their primary role. First stop was pistol range.

They locked down 8 lanes and proceeded to put steel downrange with their Five-seveN sidearms. Those who carried more than one sidearm worked through various drills, switching weapons at random intervals.

In the course of an hour they had worked through almost a thousand rounds and ensured that their weapons were still zeroed. Within another few hours they'd burned through the other ranges and successfully unloaded over 3800 rounds and ensured that their weapons were zeroed in.

Brief: The following men are part of the Commonwealth Defense Forces JSOC-CENT (Joint Special Operations Command-Central) and have, as such, participated in joint operations and training exercises. Though they may not know each other personally or by name, these are the men top of their game within the Commonwealth SOCOM community.

Commonwealth Maritime Marine Corps
Marine Force Recon’s 234th ‘Wyverns,’ 4th Platoon, Charlie Company, 3rd Marine Expeditionary Unit
Operating ship: FSS Valkyrie Blade LAC-23
Name: Jonathan "Gunny" Strauss
Rank: Gunnery Sergeant
Age: 32
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 210 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Specialty: Demolition
Weapon: XM-8 assault rifle w/ 40mm grenade launcher, .45 MEU (SOC) pistol
Bio: As Team leader for the 234th Wyverns, Strauss is a capable leader and a veteran of the Corps, having participated in both the North Gate War and St. Valentine's War. He also served as an instructor at the Ground Defense Army's (GDA) Special Forces School at Ft. Lenin.

Name: Marcus "Sparks" Grant
Rank: Corporal
Age: 26
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 150 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair” Brown
Specialty: Corpsman
Weapon: XM-8 rifle in sharpshooter/parasniper configuration, H&K MK23
Bio: A subordinate of Gunny Sgt. Strauss, Grant is a capable second officer and acts as the gunny’s voice of reason and logic. Methodical and calculating, he graduated top of his class from the Commonwealth’s Zukov Military Institute. During the St. Valentine’s War, he actively participated in the Resistance against the invading forces (he was 16 at the time).

Commonwealth Ground Defense Force
Special Operations Command (Spetsnaz) Skull Team
Name: Dmitri ‘Reaper’ Tikhomirov
Rank: Major
Age: 30
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 200 lbs.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Specialty: CQB
Weapon: G-36C Carbine, M1014 Combat Shotgun, P226
Bio: Commanding officer of the highly specialized Skull Team, Tikhomirov has made it the leading counter-terrorism element within the GDA. His actions in both the North Gate War and St. Valentine’s War are of considerable note. The aftermath of the Mitgar Tower hostage crisis during the Remlian Insurrection cemented his place among the Commonwealth’s leading minds in counter-terrorism tactics. He has instructed at Ft. Zukov and Ft. Lenin in CT tactics for 5 years.

Name: Roger “Bond” Moore
Rank: Captain
Age: 29
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 190 lbs.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Specialty: Breeching
Weapons: H&K MP5, H&K MK 23
Bio: Joining the GDA out of college, Moore was quick to sign up for SOCOM, enduring the grueling training before being placed in the 75th Rangers. After two tours of duty, his application to Spetsnaz was accepted, and after a year of training, his perseverance was awarded by being placed with Skull Team. There, he quickly rose through the ranks to become Major Tikhomirov’s second-in-command.

Commonwealth Air Defense Force Special Operations Command
321st Special Tactics Squadron, 28th Air Wing, 5th Air Force
Name: Sergei 'Bambi' Borichev
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 26
Height: 5’ 9”
Weight: 195 lbs.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Specialty: Combat Controller
Weapons: M4 Carbine, P226
Bio: Throughout high school and college, Sergei participated in the ADF ROTC program. Upon achieving his bachelor’s degree in engineering, Sergei was given the commission of 2nd Lieutenant as he entered training as an AFSOC combat controller. Before becoming a team leader for the 321st, Sergei was combat controller for 3rd Air Force-Southern Command.

Name: Yvgenni 'Radar' Govena
Rank: Staff Sergeant
Age: 18
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 150 lbs.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Specialty: Para-rescue Jumper/Medic
Weapons: M21 rifle, P228
Bio: Conscripted towards the end of the St. Valentine War, Yvgenni joined the ADF as opposed to his original idea of joining the GDF. The prospect of ADF SOC intrigued him, and he soon graduated from PJ Training with top marks. He served prominently in the Western Front, operating with the 519th Special Tactics Squadron out of Helheim ADB. He soon married his fiancé, a Greal national who had traveled to the Commonwealth to find him. He has since been reassigned to the 321st.


FSS Valkyrie Blade
The amphibious carrier was roughly the size of an Essex-class carrier, and was home to over 2,000 Marines. Two of whom were leaving shortly. As part of JSOC, the 234th of 3rd Recon was going in with a select team of Spetsnaz and AF-SOC operatives. While the Marines had no trouble with the Spetsnaz, there was a bit of apprehension concerning the ADF operatives. That had all but disappeared the other night, however, when they had met. Now, as Gunny Strauss led the way to the Vogel VTOL airlift plane, he gave a thumbs-up to his CO, Marine general Vladislav Frecheyev, as he stood on the 'Vulture's Row.'

Within moments, the Vogel had lifted off, all six men loaded down with their gear as they headed to Dae Maik Special Operations Base. The ride was quick as the pilots opened the throttle and cruised at a good 450 knots. With nothing to do but wait, some checked their equipment, while Grant decided to fall asleep.

"Tower, this is Commonwealth transport Heavy-23, requesting permission to land," the pilot radioed as they approached the base.

From the east, an An-12 aircraft approached Dae Maik. The pilot radioed the control tower, identifying his craft. " Dae maik control, this is Flight 58 of the SRCP 3rd transport wing, requesting to land, over"

The participants, four Spetsnaz commandos from the 6th Guards Independent Spetsnaz Brigade, also known as "Vympel" and two hand picked soldiers from the 76th Guards Air Assault Division.


Roster:

"Vympel"
-Cpt. Nikolai Ginovaef, squad leader, weapons expert
-Sgt. Yuri Voskresensky, second in command, medic, marksman
-Cpl. Sidor Nosov "Bull Dog", support gunner
-Cpl. Aleksei Samylin, radio

"76th"
-Pvt. Anna Zeitsev, expert marksman/recon
-Pvt. Sveta Pavlichenko, spotter, recon, medic

equipment:
AKS-74 fitted with a suppressor
"bull dog"'s PKM, also carries a suppressed AKS-74u
Voskresensky carries an SVU and a suppressed AKS-74u
Zeitsev has an accurized Mosin Nagant M91/30, along with a suppressed AKS-74u


anyone not named carries the suppressed AKS-74

OOC: Do you want me to post what weapons they will be using now?

Rosters:
GRU CT and HR squad: (Whole squad carries GLOCK-17s in addition to listed weapons.)
SSGT Yuri Ziats Squad leader, SPAS 15, SCAR-H CQB
CPL Hans Ulster 2nd in command, SCAR-H CQB
Pvt Jans Liessht Squad sniper, M-21, UMP.45
Pvt Vasili Burndi Demolitions, SCAR-H CQB
Schutsstaffel Recon squad:
SGT Granniny Gorki, Sniper M-21, M40A3, Glock-17
SGT Shtuvi Grans, Spotter, HK4-16 SOPMOD Glock-17
AMFAB Team 12 (all have Glock 17 and listed weapons.)
ID Secret HK4-16 SOPMOD "Godfather"
ID Secret HK4-16 SOPMOD CN "Demo"
ID Secret M-21 CN "Deadeye"
ID Secret UMP.45 CN "Diver"
ID Secret UMP.45 CN "Zero"

“I still think this is retarded,” Sergeant Second Class Thomas Duke muttered as the CH-47 began its final approach into the Dae Maik airfield.

“Come on, man,” First Sergeant Robert Pelton replied, adjusting his blue baseball cap, “you know you want to show these folks how it’s done.”

The twelve men began to laugh in unison, feeling as the helicopter picked up the glideslope. Three miles to touchdown.

“Dae Maik tower, Big Bird Four Six, three mile final for runway three,” the pilot said over his headset, paying no attention to the men he was transporting in the back.

“Alright, guys,” Specialist Jamie Smith spoke up. “We didn’t really get much intel coming into this, I know. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that we are here to re-establish the SCAF’s dominance at this stuff,” he continued, scratching at his beard. “We don’t know what we’re going up against, who else is here, anything. Let’s just do what we do, and leave it at that. I kinda think we’re going to poke out like a sore thumb at this place,” he said, pointing to the long hair, beards, and tank tops many of his men sported. Several men laughed, as they prepared for touchdown.

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Specialist (SPC)Jamie Smith (http://img355.imageshack.us/my.php?image=us20armysfafeg78787my1.jpg)

Weapon Loadout
Primary: M249A2 SAW; AimDot Reticule
Secondary: MP5K; AimDot Reticule, Folding Stock, Snap Suppressor
Tertiary: M1911; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset


Master Sergeant (MSG) Jered Waits (http://img393.imageshack.us/my.php?image=us6hh9.jpg)

Weapon Loadout
Primary: M4B2; Personally Customized
Secondary: MP5K; Folding Stock
Tertiary: M1911; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash, and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset

First Sergeant (1SG) Robert Pelton (http://img355.imageshack.us/my.php?image=heroldusspecialforces1oe6.jpg)

Weapon Loadout
Primary: M4B1; Personally Customized, M203
Secondary: MP5K; Snap Suppressor
Tertiary: M1911; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset

Sergeant First Class (SFC) Reed Abraham

Weapon Loadout
Primary: SOC16; RedDot, Thread Suppressor
Secondary: M733; Personally Customized
Tertiary: USP Mk. 23; Thread Suppressor

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset


Sergeant First Class (SFC) Hunter Myers (http://img355.imageshack.us/my.php?image=242263170wjwkcxph7nemn1.jpg)

Weapon Loadout
Primary: M14 Mk. 13 Mod. 0 EBR; Personally Customized, Leupold 6x Scope (NVD, IR, MWR)
Secondary: MP5K; Folding Stock, AimDot Reticule
Tertiary: USP Mk. 23

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset

Sergeant First Class (SFC) Ray Hawkins

Weapon Loadout
Primary: M4B1; Personally Customized, Thread Suppressor, KAC MasterKey
Secondary: MP5K; AimDot Reticule
Tertiary: M1911; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset

Sergeant Second Class (SSC) Thomas Duke

Weapon Loadout
Primary: M249 Mk. 46 Mod. 0; Personally Customized
Secondary: MP5K
Tertiary: M1911; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset

Sergeant Second Class (SSC) Luke Andrews

Weapon Loadout
Primary: SOC16; Personally Customized, Red/GreenDot Sight
Secondary: MP5K; Snap Suppressor
Tertiary: M1911; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset


Sergeant Second Class (SSC) Brad Mann (http://img393.imageshack.us/my.php?image=usarmyspecialforcesafeges0.jpg)

Weapon Loadout
Primary: M4B2; Personally Customized, M203
Secondary: MP5K; AimDot Reticule, Folding Stock
Tertiary: USP Mk. 23 Mod. 0; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset

Sergeant Second Class (SSC) Gavin Ross

Weapon Loadout
Primary: M733; Personally Customized, AimDot Reticule
Secondary: MP5K; Folding Stock, AimDot Reticule, Snap Suppressor
Tertiary: M1911; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset

Sergeant Second Class (SSC) Jonathan Buford

Weapon Loadout
Primary: M4B1; Personally Customized, KAC MasterKey, Red/GreenDot Sight
Secondary: M733; Personally Customized
Tertiary: M1911; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Black North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazines
COBRA Headset

Sergeant Second Class (SSC) Reed Rocconi

Weapon Loadout
Primary: SOC16; Personally Customized, Thread Suppressor, Leupold 4x Scope (NVD, IR, MWR)
Secondary: MP5K; Snap Suppressor, Folding Stock, AimDot Reticule
Tertiary: USP Mk. 23 Mod. 0; Personally Customized

Equipment Loadout
Moss Green North Face Backpack with built-in HYDRAtion Pack
LBE/PBA Vest
Weapons Holsters (Each leg)
Various Frag, Smoke, CS Gas, Flash and Mini Grenades
Various Additional Magazine, Drums, Etc.
COBRA Headset

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(OOC: For those of you questioning why a Specialist would be the team leader, here's the SCAF Rank Structure as far as the Enlistedmen go:

PRIVATE (PVT)
SERGEANT (SGT)
SERGEANT SECOND CLASS (SSC)
SERGEANT FIRST CLASS (SFC)
FIRST SERGEANT (1SG)
MASTER SERGEANT (MSG)
SPECIALIST (SPC))

Recieveing no reply on the radio, the driver assumed that he had been given permission to drive into the base. Starting up the engine again, he brought the vehicle back onto the road and drove towards main gatehouse, where he was let in without a fuss. Already the commandos in the back were getting anxious to get out of the cramped, stuff atmosphere and into the cool Daistallian day. Driving for another 5 minutes or so, the truck was directed towards a group of barracks, laid in a row end to end. No sooner had the trucks stopped in front of these building, when the sodleirs in the back came jumping of, eager to stretch their legs and get some fresh air.

"Why did I ever sign up for this?" muttered one of them.

"Hey, you wanted to see the world! What did you expect, a Cruise ship?" replied another.

Both soldiers laughed as they and the rest of the commandos walked towards what seemed to be the base's CO, waiting for them by the Barracks.

Briefing: The following commandos have been selected by their superiors from vaious groups in the Falkasian Armed Forces to participate in the SOF Wargames exercise. The majority of them have worked with each other in the past and are exceptionally skilled fighters. They are the the elite of the elite in Falkasia.

Roster:

Name: Dimitri Vornok
Rank: Major
Role: Team Leader/Squad Leader

Age: 42
Height: 6 feet on the mark
Weight: 161 Lbs
Eye Color: Slate
Skin Color: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Slavic

Specialization: Team Leadership
Weapons: G36K/w Silencer Attachment and various scopes, Cx4 Sidearm, Misc. Equipment.

Short Bio: A 25 year veteran of the Falkasian Intelligence Division, Dimitri has served in almost every single Falkasian war since he joined up. Among these deployments include such operations as the overthrow of President Harry sertaki in Cold Light, alng with a minimal engagement in the Volzgradien territory of Dorzgrad. Despite his grim, hard-cut complexion, Dimitri is a well-loved and incredibly capable leader.

Name: Sergei Korolov
Rank: Sergeant
Role: 2iC, Intel Specialist

Age: 35
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 149 Lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Slavic

Specialization: Marksmanship
Weapons: Modified G36K /w Silencer Attachment and various scopes, CX4 Sidearm, Misc. Equipment

Short Bio: At the dawn of his career, Sergei was paired with Dimitri by command in hopes of teaching him the ropes about life in the Special Forces. Did he ever. Not only did Dimitri pass on everything he knew to Sergei, but Sergei also developed a command style almost identical to Dimitri's. Being an incredible shot and the team's second in command, Sergei is a by far a force to be reckoned with.


Name: Nikolai Filimonov
Rank: Gunnery Sergeant
Role: Marksmen/Sniper

Age: 26
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 152 Lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Slavic

Specialization: Marksmanship, Infantry Combat
Weapons: Modified M110 Sniper Rifle, Modified G36K sidearm /w Silencer Attachment and various scopes, Misc. Equipment

Short Bio: From an early age, Nikolai showed an incredible prowness with the use of a rifle. Throughout childhood and into his teen years, he performed at local gun shows, many calling him a child protégée. Graduating from the Military Academy at Port Kamov, he earned the Distinct Marksman's Commendation for finishing top of his class through Sniper School. Immediately upon graduation, he was inducted into the Falkasian Parachute-Commandos Regiment as a Sniper, serving in almost every major Falkasian war since. When he has his trusty M110 rifle in hand, Nikolai turns into a ghost, dropping anyone dead in his sights.


Name: Leonid Leonov
Rank: Corporal
Role: Commando Rifleman

Age: 26
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 152 Lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Slavic

Specialization: Marksmenship, Infantry Combat
Weapons: G36K /w Silencer Attachment and various scopes, Cx4 Sidearm, Misc. Equipment

Short Bio: Originally a member of the Falkasian Infantry, Leonid showed no special skills that set him apart from the other GIs on the ground. It was only by a chance occurance with Dimitri that he would have ever been able to lift himself up from the dead-end job of a combat soldier to that of world-class commando. Relatively new to the scene, Leonid is still struggling to master the ever-changing world of the commando, and making plenty of mistakes along the way.


Name: Georgiy Pavlov
Rank: Corporal
Role: Support Gunner

Age: 34
Height: 6'2
Weight: 198 Lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Slavic

Specialization: Infantry Support, Machineguns
Weapons: Automatic Infantry Weapon (Variant of M4, as seen on FutureWeapons), Cx4 Sidearm, Misc. Equipment

Short Bio: Just like Leonid, Georgiy would ahve spent his whole life a combat infantrymen if it hadn;t been for the incredibly watchful eyes of his superiors. Showing no special abilites whatsoever except his rather large build, he would ahve been an unlikely candidate for a commando. However, his commanders knew that even the moat unlikely subject could turn into the best of one. After a "test" by his superiors, he was inducted into the Falkasian Parachute-Commandos Regiment and served alongside Leonid for a good time, before the two were separated by a regimental split. Excellent at setting up a firebase with his machinegun just about anywhere, Georgiy is the team's preimer Support Gunner.


Name: Zhenya Zakharov
Rank: Sergeant
Role: Heavy Support

Age: 27
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 230 Lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Teutonic

Specialization: Heavy Support, Anti-Vehicle
Weapons: Modified RBS-70 Missile System (Single-Man Portable), Cx4 Sidearm, Misc. Equipment

Short Bio: It was in the late 80's when the Falkasian military realized that as weapons technology got better, so did the weapons weight. Requiring large, strong men to carry the components around, Zhenya was instantly drafted into the army as a part of a military exercise. Although slow to graps the concept, Zhenya quickly became adept at firing the then prototype RBS-70 man-portable rocket launcher, along with other anti-vehicular weapons. He liked the RBS so much in fact that he always carried it into battle, both pieces strapped to his back. When asked whether he would like to attend commando school, he instantly agreed. Upon graduating, he was only able to take part in a single military engagement before being selected to join the Falkasian SOF team. Although generally good-natured, many consider him a hibernating bear, ready to strike out with his modified RBS-70 when ever he feels threatened.

Name: Natasha Gerasimov
Rank: Sergeant
Role: Commando Rifleman/ Medic

Age: 24
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 112 Lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Slavic

Specialization: Infantry Combat, Medical Aid
Weapons: MP5 /w Silencer Attachment and various scopes, Medical Supplies and Equipment, M9 Sidearm, Misc. Equipment

Short Bio: Being the only woman on the team, Natasha strives to prove that the Special Forces isn't just a boy's game anymore. Incredibly skilled in both battlefield medicine and combat operations, Natasha has so far accomplished her goals, leaving most of her male commanding officers staring at her in awe.


Name: Sprague Cuyler
Rank: Corporal
Role: Commando Rifleman/ Infantry Support

Age: 29
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 132 Lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Caucasian
Ethnicity: Anglo-Saxon

Specialization: Infantry Combat, Infantry Support
Weapons: G36K /w Silencer Attachment, various scopes and a Detachable Grenade Launcher, Cx4 Sidearm, Misc. Equipment

Short Bio: Being the only German on the team brings both it's perks and disadvantages, but most notably, it's disadvantages. Although he's an excellent soldier and can speak both the national language of Russian, as well as German and a few different local dialects, Sprague is often the laughing stock of the team, providing an easy target to poke fun at. Of course, he doesn't take them too seriously, nor do they mean their jokes seriously, but it get's annoying eventually. However, when it comes to battle, Sprague is much relied upon and appreciated by his teammates, as he is the only one skilled enough to operate a grenade launcher while still firing the gun.

Daniel was the one that had an odd pattern of sleeping and had 10 hours of sleep since their timing from Lynion to here. He walked outside feeling refreashed while the other Assassin's tried to get some more much needed sleep they may need. He walked outside their drom and pulled out his small PDA and opened it up. He was reading some emails he got from home about his family and how they were doing. However, it wasn't the only thing to worry about. He was worried about Eliza and how the other Humans might treat her. He prayed that she forget what happened to her though.

Character Armament (firearms listed only):

D. Trance 'Sirius':
P-90 (suppressor, Holosight551, brass catcher)
XM-10A3BR (suppressor, ACOG 4x, angled assault grip, brass catcher)
Five-seveN (suppressor)

S. D'Eugenio 'Vixen':
XMG-10A3 (suppressor, Holosight551/4x extender, angled assault grip, bipod)
Five-seveN (suppressor)
Five-seveN (suppressor)

W. Anderson 'Gobi':
Mk.48 Mod0 (suppressor, Holosight551, bipod)
XM-10A3AC (suppressor, ACOG 4x, brass catcher)
Five-seveN (suppressor)

E. Linus 'Darkleaf':
AWF (suppressor, Horus Vision Falcon 5x-20x, BORS, bipod)
XDM-10A3 (suppressor, Horus Vision Falcon 5x-20x, brass catcher)
Five-seveN (suppressor)

M. Pollini 'Sahara':
Mk48 Mod0 (suppressor, Holosight551, bipod, angled assault grip)
XM-10A3AC (suppressor, ACOG 4x, brass catcher)
Five-seveN (suppressor)

M. Henderson 'Valkyrie':
XM-10A3BR (suppressor, Holosight551/4x extender, brass catcher, angled assault grip)
Five-seveN (suppressor)

D. Roberts 'Seraph':
AWF (suppressor, Horus Vision Falcon 5x-20x, BORS, bipod)
XM-10A3AC (suppressor, ACOG 4x, bipod, brass catcher)
Five-seveN (suppressor)

G. Vincenz 'Caliburn':
XM-10A3AC (suppressor, Holosight551/4x extender, brass catcher, angled assault grip)
Five-seveN (suppressor)

As the day progressed, the arriving teams all recieved similar welcomes.

The SrCol listened to the latest captains' report.

"So, only two more teams left. Everyones getting setteled in. Excellent. You can start to delivier the pre-briefing background packs."

As the day progressed, the arriving teams all recieved similar welcomes.

The SrCol listened to the latest captains' report.

"So, only two more teams left. Everyones getting setteled in. Excellent. You can start to delivier the pre-briefing background packs."

The Vogel touched down at the base. The rear hatch lowered as the six men stepped out. First was Major Tikhomirov, the operational commander of the joint-strike team. Each carried their heavy duffels, loaded down with weapons and equipment.

"I ain't goin' around," the pilot of the CH-47 said angrily, not receiving a response from the tower. "Dae Maik Tower, Big Bird Four Six, half mile final for runway three," he said again angrily. Still not receiving any acknowledgement from the tower, the pilot put the aircraft down right on the numbers of the runway. Slowly, the pilot hover-taxied the large helicopter to a nearby parking pad, set it down, and began the shutdown process. "I swear, as soon as I get out of this thing, I'm going up to that tower and ripping the controllers' heads off up there. That was ridiculous," he continued, mumbling to himself and his co-pilot.

The men in the back gathered their equipment as the back of the helicopter opened. The sun was bright, prompting each of the men to donn their Oakley sunglasses and adjust their baseball caps. The men stepped out of the helicopter in no real organized fashion, looked around, and wondered where they were going to be living for the next several days (or weeks). Most of the men wore cargo pants and t-shirts, although a few wore cargo shorts and tank tops. They carried their equipment in ways that would upset most commanders - weapons slung behind their backs, ballistic vests in one hand, backpacks in another.

Casually stepping off the helicopter, 1SG Pelton spit his wad of chewing tobacco on the concrete ground and set down his gear. Raising his sunglasses to his eyes, he looked around for a sign of life. "What do they expect us to do here? Just wander around aimlessly until we find a place to sleep?" he asked, obviously irritated.

As the words left his mouth, a captain walked up behind the men and asked them to follow him to their barracks. Pelton picked his gear back up from the ground, and the twelve men proceeded to the relatively nice barracks building a few hundred yards away. The captain took his leave, as each man said their thanks and stepped inside.

Two MH-60K Black Hawk helicopters soared across the Jimzrawayin sea. Each copter held 4 men, the two squads Jimzraway was sending to compete in these, special forces games. On one helicopter sat the men known as Fox, Wolf, Raven, and Bear. On the other, Ace, King, Jack, and Joker. These two squads were two of the best Jimzraway had to offer. The team led by Ace had the designation of Delta, the second best in Jimzraway. The team led by Fox however, held the designation Omega. They were considered the four, deadliest men you would never see coming, at least in Jimzraway. The two teams had only worked together one previous time, and a Nation had been destroyed from the inside out as a result. To this day, no one knew that Jimzraway was behind it. For the purposes of these games, they would be working as one team, known as Team Scorpio. Fox looked down at the list in his hands, checking it for the umpteenth time.

Fox-Squad Commander-Sniper Specialist
-Tango 51 Rifle, 2 Smoke Grenades, Five-seveN USG Pistol
Wolf-Squad Second-Demolitions Specialist
-G36K, P90 TR Sub-Machine Gun, Demolitions Pack(Backpack carrying various explosive charges),Beretta Px4 Storm Pistol
Raven-Squad Member-Riflemen
-XM8 Lightweight Assault Rifle, Five-seveN USG Pisto,4 Frag Grenades, 2 Stun Grenades
Bear-Squad Member-Close Quarters/Medical Specialist
-UMP, Five-seveN USG Pistol, Med Pack.
Ace-Squad Member-Sniper Specialist
-SV-98 Rifle, 2 Smoke Grenades, Five-seveN USG Pistol Pistol
King-Squad Member-Technical Specialist
-G36K, Beretta Px4 Storm Pistol, Laptop.
Jack-Squad Member-Riflemen
-XM8 Lightweight Assault Rifle, Five-seveN USG Pistol, 4 Frag Grenades, 2 Flash Bangs.
-Joker-Squad Member-Stealth Specialist
-UMP, Five-seveN USG Pistol, 4 Smoke Grenades
All Weapons Equipped with silencers, other weapon modifications kit's are being carried in with team, equip as need based on mission.

With everything seeming to be in order, Fox put down the list, put his head back, and nodded off to sleep. About 2 hours later, he awoke after being tapped on the shoulder. His second in command, and best friend ever since Boot Camp, Wolf looked over at him. "We're here." The pilot of the chopper carrying Wolf and his team got on the radio to the tower. "Daistallian Tower, this is Jimzrawayin Chopper, Rebel 1, requesting permission to land along with Rebel 2. We're carrying the boys for that Special Ops competition thing."

Sitting in a cramped barracks the members of Squad-1 carefully cleaned their weapons. By the time they stopped the weapons were as clean as when they were issued. As they worked they began bouncing operation plans off one and other in Shenyangi. They developed mission templates for any number of different scenarios. They didn't know what they would be facing, so they intended to have a plan no matter what came up during the missions.

In their own barracks, the conversation between the officers and enlisted men was casual and relaxed. Of course, they talked about the possible missions they would participate in, but they tried to keep the mood and atmosphere as lax as possible. They would soon be briefed, make an Op-Plan, so no worries. Overthinking was often the flaw of units that were meant to be flexible. Even though they were highly specialized, each one knew that it was fatal to rely too much on a plan. As Murphy had said, "No plan survives contact with the enemy."

Meanwhile, the two Marines had challenged the Para and Combat Controller to a contest of push-ups. The Para and the Marine Corporal (Grant), squared off against one another as their commanders gave them encouragement.

Major Tikhomirov, on the otherhand, kept the conversation going by offering scenarios and possible solutions, all the while his second shooting down the proposals offered.

"Hey Rocconi," SPC Smith said as he motioned for SSC Reed Rocconi. Rocconi had gone by has last name for most of his life, but especially now that SCF Abraham was in the same unit. "Hey man, go ask those guys if they have any beer," Smith said amusingly. He listened as the push-up contest raged, and chuckled to himself. He was thankful the SCAF was nothing like other military organizations the world over.

SSC Rocconi, with his scruffy beard and black t-shirt which proudly displayed Combat Kills, walked over to the barracks directly across from his own, and listened intently to the contest going on inside. Dorks... he thought to himself as he knocked on the door and stepped inside. He looked around as the soldiers in front of him looked back.

"Uh, hey guys. Reed Rocconi, SCAF. Hey, uh, you guys don't have any beer, do you?"

"I think we're a little out of our class here, sir." spoke Cpt. Thomas to Clarke.

"Nonsense Zack, we're all combat veterans here, we're just as skilled as they are." replied Clarke in a nonchalant manner. All of the members of the Black Guard team had fought in the coup that had taken place and had installed government now in power in Oseato. "Remember the stake outs? The man hunts? The counterinsurgency operations? Hell, we've had some of the most intense training around. Franz and Jackson even participated in storming the Senate against the presidential guards. These guys are good."

"Alright sir, I remember. I just hope it'll be enough to carry us through." Zack said as he looked around. "I'm going to hit the range, care to join me?"

"Sure, why not?" Clarke said as he picked up his G36K. "Round the rest of the team up, it is about time we got some warm up practice."

"Alright, so we've got plans for everything that could happen out there." -Sirius

"The usual?" -Sahara

"The usual. Everyone forget the plans." -Sirius

"Already done." -Valkyrie

"On it." - Gobi

"We had plans?" -Vixen

"Done." -Sahara

"Plans?" -Darkleaf

"What now?" -Seraph

"huh?" -Caliburn

"Good job" -Sirius

The whole squad broke down laughing for a few moments before regaining their composure.

"Hey Rocconi," SPC Smith said as he motioned for SSC Reed Rocconi. Rocconi had gone by has last name for most of his life, but especially now that SCF Abraham was in the same unit. "Hey man, go ask those guys if they have any beer," Smith said amusingly. He listened as the push-up contest raged, and chuckled to himself. He was thankful the SCAF was nothing like other military organizations the world over.

SSC Rocconi, with his scruffy beard and black t-shirt which proudly displayed Combat Kills, walked over to the barracks directly across from his own, and listened intently to the contest going on inside. Dorks... he thought to himself as he knocked on the door and stepped inside. He looked around as the soldiers in front of him looked back.

"Uh, hey guys. Reed Rocconi, SCAF. Hey, uh, you guys don't have any beer, do you?"

"At ease!" Gunny Strauss said, stopping the two enlisted men. "Recover!" The entire squad turned at the intruder. Strauss walked over to the Rocconi, stopping right in front of him. "Major, permission to address freely."

"Granted, Gunnery Sergeant," Tikhomirov answered.

Without acknowledging, the Gunny began, "What the Hell does this look like, a bar?! Are we here to quench your thirst, Rocconi?! You had better turn on your six right now and get out of my Goddamned sight or I will gouge out your eyes and feed them to the birds!! Do you get me?!"

ooc: sorry, watching full metal atm...

As the squad was coming back from the firing range, Lt. Georg Petra saw the exchange happening between Gunnery Sergeant Strauss and Rocconi.

Running up Petra shouted, "Is there a problem here?"

Rocconi looked at Strauss directly in the eyes as he received the tirade of the man. Rocconi had already sized the man up, from the moment he stepped towards him. When the yelling was over, Rocconi smiled, removing his sunglasses with his left hand and holding them by his waist. He raised his right hand and scratched his beard, looking to the ground as he did so. He dropped his right hand, and again stared Strauss in the eyes.

"Alright, boy," he mockingly whispered softly, just loud enough so his object could hear, "talk to me like that again, and you're not going to like me at all. After all," he raised his voice so that everyone could hear, "we just wanted some beer!"

Rocconi winked at Strauss and replaced his sunglasses on his face. He turned around, and headed slowly back to the SCAF barracks.

Rocconi looked at Strauss directly in the eyes as he received the tirade of the man. Rocconi had already sized the man up, from the moment he stepped towards him. When the yelling was over, Rocconi smiled, removing his sunglasses with his left hand and holding them by his waist. He raised his right hand and scratched his beard, looking to the ground as he did so. He dropped his right hand, and again stared Strauss in the eyes.

"Alright, boy," he mockingly whispered softly, just loud enough so his object could hear, "talk to me like that again, and you're not going to like me at all. After all," he raised his voice so that everyone could hear, "we just wanted some beer!"

Rocconi winked at Strauss and replaced his sunglasses on his face. He turned around, and headed slowly back to the SCAF barracks.

"Marines eat dirt like you for breakfast," the Gunny growled. At thirty-two years old, his main resentment was at being called 'boy' by the little punk.

"Gunny, at ease," Tikhomirov said, "They're not the enemy."

"Not today," Strauss replied, "But someday..." The Gunny turned to the man who approached, "We're fine," he growled.

After each team settles in, a courie arrives at their barracks with a pre-breifing pack. Inside is a cover letter, a copy of the background factsheet and maps of the AO.


Dear Team XXXX,

On behalf of the Daistallian Defense Forces, I'd like to welcome you all to Daistallia for the 4th Special Operation Fprces Wargames competition. I trust you have found you accomodations satisfactory. If you have a ny needs, please inform the liason captain assigned to you, who will do his or her best to accomidate you.

Included in this package you will find background information for the upcoming games, including maps of the area of operations. Please familiarise yourselves with the information.

The first briefing will begin at 0830 tomorrow morning.

Best of luck to you all, and may the best team win.

Feild Marshal Jaenk, commander DDF SOFC


Background:
The nations of Blue Land and Red Land have a long bitter history, centering on the Purple Province, claimed by both. In the last major conflict between the two, Blue Land captured the province, and has controlled it for 35 years.

Three years ago of a large oil field was discovered in the Purple Province, leading to a renewed the dispute over the province.

Geography/Climate:
Blue Land is approximately 121,688 km² in area The topography consists of hills and densely forested mountains, with level land covering no more than 20%. Mountains account for 40% of the area, with smaller hills accounting for 40% and tropical forests 42%. The northern part of the country consists mostly of highlands and coastal lowlands, with a long coast and complex network of rives.

Because of differences in latitude and the marked variety of topographical relief, the climate tends to vary considerably from place to place. During the winter or dry season, extending roughly from November to April, the monsoon winds usually blow from the northeast across the Purple Gulf, picking up considerable moisture; consequently the winter season in most parts of the country is dry only by comparison with the rainy or summer season. The average annual temperature is generally higher in the plains than in the mountains and plateaus and in the south than in the north. Temperatures in the southern plains varies less, going between 21 and 28 °C over the course of a year. The seasons in the mountains and plateaus and in the north are much more dramatic, and temperatures may vary from 5 °C in December and January to 37 °C in July and August.

Demography:
Recent census estimates the population of Blue Land at 35 million. Blues ethnic group, account for 86.2 percent of the population. The population is concentrated in coastal areas of the country. The largest ethnic minority groups are the Maxtopian Yellowstanis. Mahayana Buddhismis the majority religion, with the Violetism being a significant minority.

Other Issues:
The Yellowstani Maxtopian Combined Army, or YMCA, an ethno-religious separatist movement has engaged in guerrilla and terrorist actions against both Blue Land and Redf Land, and can be expected to take advantage of the current situation to promote their own agenda.

The Violet Order of Worship (VOW), an violent extremist Violetist religious group, with ties to religious terrorists, is known to be active in the area.

Piracy has been an increasing threat in the coastal areas. Red Land agents have been known to use piracy as an operational cover.

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OOC: Yes, the maps are of a possibly recognisable locale. :wink: I've come up with some nice topo maps of the AO.

Upon arrival at their barracks, the liason captain for Sniper Country arrives with a case of fine Daistallian beers.

"Gentlemen, you would be welcome at the NCO club."

Clarke took the package from the courier and thanked him. He then walked over to a central table and pulled out the information, spreading the maps and photos across the table. At last he spoke, "Well these look familiar."

"No Hue, sir" grinned Sgt. Major Yoland.

"Hue!" laughed Jacobs.

"Oh very punny you two." Zack said, rolling his eyes.

Clarke sighed at the wit, or lack there of, of his team. "Now that that is out of the way can be get to studying?" They would all study the map and documents attached in preparation for their briefing in the morning

(OOC: For those that may not understand the joke, play the audio file here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Hue.ogg). Only 1 sec long.

After unloading all their gear from the truck and seeing it off, the exhausted Falkasians slogged a few more steps into their bunkhouse that they had been assigned. Dropping their gear hap-hazardly at the door, they instantly collapsed onto the beds and slept away the afternoon.

It was early evening when they woke, rested but still a bit sore from the cramped truck. Getting up and arranging their gear in a more organized manner, the team began to unpack and prepare their equipment for the events ahead. Each took exceptional care of their weapons as they assembled and cleaned them, as well as toggling silencers and scope attachments.

The group hit the ranges together, each taking extra time to zero and hone everything; their scopes, their weapons, their equipment, their minds. By the time they were all hitting bullseyes from 200 yards, they knew they were ready. Dimitri, the team leader, stood up first.

"Team, there's nothing more we can do to prepare. You're free to go do what you please. Go meet the other teams, have some coffee, or stay here. It doesn't matter. As for me, I'm due for a vodka."

"Yea... sure." they mumbled, not mostly because of their exhausted state.

The other members stood up and walked their different ways. Three of them; Natasha, Leonid, and Georgiy, went back to the bunkhouse for some more rest. As for the others, they went to the cafeteria where it appreared most of the other teams had massed.

Entering, Dimtri said a simple, emotionless greeting.

"Hello guys."

(OOC: God, my arm feels like it's going to fall off. I was scrubbing my pool today with a pumice stone. Ah, it hurts!)

After each team settles in, a courie arrives at their barracks with a pre-breifing pack. Inside is a cover letter, a copy of the background factsheet and maps of the AO.







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OOC: Yes, the maps are of a possibly recognisable locale. :wink: I've come up with some nice topo maps of the AO.

"It's like the mountain passes south of the Basarah desert," Sgt. Govena said as they looked over the topographs. "Foliage isn't the real problem...line of sight within is, though."

"Climate ain't too bad either," Corporal Grant supplied, "A bit milder than our winters, but other than that, pretty reasonable."

"I think we'll find these irregular groups our primary concern," Tikhomirov said. "More problems the more people are involved."

"So, do you think we'll be Blue or Red?" Govena asked.

"Red would be appropriate, I think," Tikhomirov joked.

Each of the men from the SCAF team, for some reason named Good Conduct Platoon, gave Rocconi a rousing cheer of applause and laughter as he came back into the barracks. He laughed along with the rest of them, until interrupted by the Daistallian captain.

"Hell yeah," SPC Smith said, gently taking the beer from the captain. "But I think we're going to stay here if that's alright. You know, confidentiality and junk like that," he said, holding back laughter. Others throughout the room couldn't contain themselves and continued their raucus laughter. As the captain nodded and turned away, Smith took a beer and handed the rest off to the other men, who promptly took one for themselves.

Recieving no reply from the other groups, the Falkasians filled in a sat down at an empty table. No sooner had they sat down when a courier came in and handed Dimitri a package.

"Thanks." he said to the courier.

Ripping the box open and pouring it's contents onto the table, the team noticed a handful of maps and some background information.

Reaching for one of the papers, Sergei said, "Hmmm. Wonder what our mission'll be. Anyone want to get the beers?"

"I'll go," Sprague said, standing up.

"Off with you then! I can't read without booze!"

The team looked over the maps and the papers carefully, making sure they didn't miss anything important. Sprague returned and handed out the beers.

"Looks like it's a war between the Reds and Blues." he said, motioning towards marine team."I overheard them talking about it over att he other tables."

"Yea, either that, or some terrorist activity." Nikolai added in, using his fingure to encircle the word terrorist on the background info-sheet.

"Doesn't look to bad though. Weather's nice, or at least not as ]nasty as Falkasia." Sergei said as he shivered from the thought, sparking a slight laugh from Zhenya.

"This is going to be a cake-walk."

"Don't be so sure of that," Dimitri said, speaking for the first time since they had arrived at the table. "You should never underestimate your task at hand. If you do, you will fail. Remember that!"

Zhenya, who had yet to speak tonight, rolled his eyes. Dimitri was enraged.

"Don't you ever roll your eyes at me! This may be a training exercise, but it is still dangerous! The last time I underestimated an enemy, I got my two of my men killed! Roll your eyes at that!"

The table was silent as Dimitri calmed down, nursing his beer until it was gone. Pushing the glass in front of Sprague, he said,
"Now go get me another beer Kraut! I don't have all night! Chop-Chop!"


As Sprague got up, laughing slightly, the mood of the table changed back to normal instantly.

Smith opened the large manilla envelope and spread the maps and short briefing across a table in the corner. The eleven other men gathered around him, analyzing the three maps, all while sipping their beer.

"Sounds like home," Pelton said. "Mountains, hills, forests... It's freaking Sniper Country."

"Almost," SSC Luke Andrews replied. "It's just a little cooler."

The men shrugged and grunted in agreement. Smith pinned the sattelite image to the wall, just above the table.

"I'm not sure why they're just giving us a taste right now, but we'll work with it," he began. He motioned for everyone to take their seats as he did the same. "Looks like your typical operation: two neighboring, feuding countries that each want the same piece of the pie, throw in a supposed rebel army of pissed off minorities and a whack-o religious extremist sect, and we have basic outline of the area demographics. The one thing that bugs me is the piracy thing going on here," he continued, taking a swig of his beer. "Apparently the Reds are using piracy as a cover for some of their agents in the area. So, when we're in there, if we run across any pirates, we supposedly won't know pirates from agents. As far as maneuverability in the jungle canopy, I'm sure we can handle that. I hope they give a weather forecast in the morning; it could come in handy. Once we get more information and a more in-depth briefing, we'll get down to business as far as the POA is concerned. Any questions?"

Everyone looked around.

"Alright, well you can do whatever for the rest of the night. I'm going to bed. Just remember your OPSEC and Rocconi," he said as Rocconi looked up. "Don't give that guy a fat lip before the first mission."

Daniel smiled and said thanks to the runner as he took the maps and went back inside. He looked around as he pulled Jaxson down from the ceiling while the others suddenly woke up aiming their pistols at him.

"Just me guys," smiled Daniel as he pulled out a bed and placed the maps around it. "This is going to be Jaxson Country which means we need to depend on our eye sight, our nose, our hearing and most importantly hand signals,"

Jaxson picked himself up as he blinked his eyes as he looked over the maps. Andrew and the others came over as they listened to Daniel's words of strategy. Daniel took out his bayonet and pointed along the mountain area.

"Depending on what might be happening, we're going to split into two squads of five and three. Andrew, Oliver and Jaxson as our spotters and sniper squad. Eliza, Reaper, Linkin, Hutson and myself will be the other squad. Squad 1 will have two vampires and a werewolf. Squad 2 will have three werewolves and two vampires. Keep your distance from each other, use your sight and your nose to our advantage and take copies of the maps in your PDA's," finished Daniel.

After receiving permission from the tower to land, the two Helicopters carrying the Jimzrawayin forces landed in a field about a half mile outside of the barracks area. The four men in each chopper grabbed the gear they were using, as well as one or two of the extra attachment kits, and exited the craft. After doing so, the blades on the two helicopters began to spool up again, and within moments, they had taken off, headed back to Jimzraway. King made his way over to Ace, a slightly puzzled look on his face. "I thought someone was supposed to meet us when we landed...?" Ace nodded. "Yeah, so did I. Hey, Fox!" Fox turned to him. "Wasn't someone supposed to be here when we landed?" Fox looked around for a moment. "Yeah, I think so...I guess maybe we should wait for them?" Wolf laughed a little bit. "Really...? Common, we can see the base from here! Lets just start walking, and if we run into one of their men, we'll let them take us from there." Fox nodded. "Fair enough. Lets move out!" The men began making their way towards the base.

((OOC: You never replied to me, so I assumed it was ok to land. But I think you should probably send your liaison guy, as I don't know where you want us, etc;"

(OOC: I'd RP a lot more, but my arm and hand feel like they're about to fall off.)

"Judging by this data, stealth shouldn't be too hard. we'll just have to stay off the roads and paths because of possible mines."

"What about getting there? I don't suppose we can infiltrate posing as one of the red or blue guys.."

"I doubt it. But if the operation is in the mountains, that's perfect for Zeitsev, Pav and bulldog. We won't have to worry about the ballistics of sub-sonic ammo, MILES doesn't factor that."

"Which means our AK-74's will have the same range as if it wasn't shooting sub-sonic."

"Exactly. Before we go eat, sort out your gear with the stuff you'll need and the useless equipment."

Sirius examined images she'd been supplied with. She wasn't disappointed with the topography, but she wasn't thrilled either.

"It looks like they're not going to make this easy for us. Go with the the patches, we're going to need to keep out camo options open. Darkleaf, Seraph, I want you ghillied up unless I say otherwise, but not the heavy stuff. I want everyone mobile, but don't skimp on gear either. I want prelim kit inspections in 45 minutes."

Sirius went to work on her own gear. She changed into a different set of multicam than she had been wearing, this uniform had small elastic elements to allow her to add foliage as needed. This set also had the distinctive seasoned appearance, otherwise known as the 'dragged through the mud' look. She pulled two cans of spray paint from her gear as well as a role of painters tape and some alcohol wipes. After cleaning the surface of her p90 and XM10A3 and taping off areas that she didn't want to spray she laided down a fine mist of olive drab and coyote tan paint that settled onto each weapon, helping to camouflage the weapons.

Others followed suit, while the snipers wrapped their rifles in different neutrally colored rags in preparation for the addition of foliage in the field.

The entire squad applied flash-kill filters to the optics on their various weapons. When they were done adjusting their gear everyone carried and wore a well balanced multi-mission / multi-evironment kit.

Clarke assembled the team back around the table. "Alright guys, I'm sure you've all reviewed the maps and terrain, we'll pick out our camo and load out after we get word of what we are getting into. Plan for jungle jumpsuits, but if there is snow this time of year we need to keep that in mind too. Make sure all your weapons are waterproof like they're suppose to be, I don't want any jams when we're out in the field. Get those NVGs up and checked. When we get our TOE and briefing I want to be able to suit up quickly and head out. Now get some food and get some rest"

The troops quickly headed their own ways before getting back to the barracks for some needed rest.

OOC:Which mission are we doing?

OOC: BTW, just a minor point for those who've RPed not being greeted. You were greeted properly as per this post.

As the day progressed, the arriving teams all recieved similar welcomes.

:wink:

The men of Good Conduct Platoon had all found their ways into their beds for the night. Most of their gear was tucked away in their backpacks, ready for rapid deployment whenever the briefing came up. For all they know, it could be 1:30 in the morning when the commander busted down the door and ordered an immediate briefing. If it was anything the twelve men had learned from their years in the SCAF, it was that missions don't have a nice little sit-down with troops at the beginning of the month so both sides can figure out a good time to deploy. Missions came when they were least expected, and for that matter, welcomed.

Each of the men would be wearing standard jungle camouflage cargo pants for the operation. Soem of them would be wearing long-sleeved, olive drab moisture-wicking shirts with pockets sewn into the upper portion of the sleeves, while a few others would wear either olive drab t-shirts or tank tops, covering their arms with jungle oriented body/face paint. More than a couple of the troops would don their respective shemags in darker and faded shades of green and brown, while others would choose to paint their faces in various jungle patterns. Boonie hats would be taken, as well as Range caps, while nearly all men would take with them their own, personal ball caps. Their LBE/PBA (Load Bearing Equipment / Protective Ballistic Armor) Vests would carry up to twelve extra magazines for their various weapons, while gunners would be limited to four additional drums on the vests themselves. Additional ammunition would have to go in various pockets and pouches on the backpacks. Essential grenades would be held in their specially designed "holsters," the pins taped to the devices themselves, as to prevent potential snagging. The golfball sized mini-grenades, a SCAF favorite, were handled in their own, separate holster, handling eight to ten of the small devices. Whatever space in their backpacks wasn't taken up by various equipment pieces - small Semtex charges, compact ProMasks, various attachments for weapons, etc. - was taken up by ammunition and grenades. Also in the bags, though, was one of the greatest inventions ever, as far as many were concerned. A 120oz bladder of water, placed in a special slot at the portion of the backpack closests to the wearer's back, which ran a tube up through the vest, giving the soldier fresh, liquid refreshment at will. In the cargo pockets of the men's shirts and pants, the men would place various items, from maps and documents to cigarettes and chewing tobacco.

The men rested quietly, not knowing when the word would come. But when it did come, they would be ready.

Location: Dae Maik Special Operations Base, Southern Daistallia
Time: between 0600 and 0700 local

The various liason captains arrive at the teams barracks between 0600 and 0700 hours on August 6, depending on the teams preferences, to escort them to mess.

Afterwards, the teams are escorted to a large hanger for the prelimnary briefing.

Location: Dae Maik Special Operations Base, Southern Daistallia
Time: 0830 local/1730 Zulu

Field Marshal Jaenk steps to the podium and makes his opening remarks, welcoming the teams to the wargames, and wishing them all good luck.

After which, SrCol Gruber steps forward.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, my assistants are now passing out the wargames scenario package. In it you will find the scenario for this wargame, an operational map, and an order of battle for the two sides. I will give you a few minutes to peruse the items."

The liason officers hand out the packets.

The Scenario : After weeks of rising tensions, Red Land has invaded Blue Land in order to regain control of Purple Province.

Red Land's objectives include seizing Maroon, the main population center in the province Purple City (Hue, population of approximately 1 million), the Cerulean Oil Fields, and the Blue Land refinery operations at Indigo (Phu Bai).

Blue Land calls upon various allies for support. Blue Land's allies, due to prior commitments, are only able to send SOF elements.

Teams will be playing various special operations forces of Blue Land's allies available to help Blue Land.

Blue Land forces will be played by the DDF 1st Heavy Corps, the 1st Coastal Corps, the
1st Light Corps, and the 1st Mountain Division with assorted other elements TBA.

Red Land forces will be played by the DDF 2nd Heavy Corps, the 2nd Air Assault Division, the 2st Mountain Division and assorted other elements TBA.

Timeline:

1970-3: The 3rd Purple War - Blue Land forces succeed in pushing Red Land Forces out of Purple Province. The War is ended with a negotiated settlement.

2005: Oil is discovered bothy inland and off the coast of southern Purple Province.

2007: President Der, of the Nationalist Part, comes to power in Red Land. Part of his platform is seizing the Violet oil fields.

Spring 2008: President Der issues demands for revenue sharing from the Violet Oil Fields.

Summer 2008: Blue Land refuses to back down and share the oil revenues. Red Land proceeds to mobilize their armed forces.

August 4: 1st Heavy Corps plus the 2nd Air Assault Division crossed the border at 2300Z and engage Blue Land forces. Blue Land army have engaged in delaying action skirmishes at the border and at the town of Ultramarine (Dong Ha) and Periwinkle (Cam Lo).

August 5: Red Land's armor columns have advanced to within 10km of Azure (Hai Chanh).


Enemy disposition:

The 4th Mechanized Infantry Division, 3rd Armored Division, and 4th Armored Division are advancing down Hwy 1 towards Azure.

The 2nd Air Assault Division has captured the crossroads at Sky Blue (Ca Lu). The 3rd Mech. Infantry Division is advancing along Hwy 9 to relieve the 2nd AAD.

Friendly Forces:
The 1st Mechanized Infantry Division, 1st Armored Division, 1st Very Light Infantry Division, and 1st and 3rd Coastal Defence Division are stationed in Purple City as the strategic reserve.

The 2nd Armored Division and 2nd Mechanized Infantry Division, are defending Azure.

The 2nd Mountain Division is positioned at Puce (Khe Sahn).

The remaining units (2nd Very Light Infantry Division, 1st Light Infantry Division, 2nd Light Infantry Division, 2nd Coastal Defence Division, and the
4th Coastal Defence Division) are positioned in blocking positions along a defensive perimeter stretching from Sapphire (Samouay) to Emerald (Ta Lao) and Opal (Quang Tri).

AO Map(s): http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v493/Daistallia/sofwg/aomaps/th_ne48_16a.jpg
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DDF ORBat: http://www.angelfire.com/dragon/daistallia/military/army/order.html

"Ladies and Gentlemen, you will have 20 minutes before the warning order for the first mission is issued. Please make sure you are familiar with the situation. I will take questions now."

Sirius and the others carefully examined the information they had been presented.

Dimitri and his team, still exhausted, looked over the maps they had been provided, taking careful notes of what was said.

Upon conclusion, Dimitri said, "Ok guys, go ready the gear. Meet me here in 10."

The SrCol steps back up to the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. You will now recieve the warning order for your first mission."

As the liason offocers hand out the WarnOrd, he goes over it briefly, making use of various slides.

"Intelligence indicates that elements of the Red Land assault force have established a headquarters in this vicinity." he says, pointing to a slide showing a map grid square.

"You will be reconnoitering this area to locate the HQ. Once you have done so, you will dissrupt the activities and then disengage.

"Your helos will be lifting off in approximately 12 to 14 hours time. I suggest you get to planning. Dissmissed!"

Situation: Signals intel and sat intel indicate that the 2-123rd AA Regmt.'s HHC has established a headquarters west of Sky Blue (Ca Lu), in grid square 7081858 (tactical map).

Enemy: One HHC and at least a company sized security element. MANPADS and possibly an AAA battery are present, as well as light armored elements. All road junctions and trails are under enemy control and the entire area under surveillance. Morale is high. The unit in question is a highly trained first line Air Assault unit.

Friendlies: There are no friendly units in the area. You will be recieving fire support from a battery of the 3rd Mech's artillery regiment.

Terrain: The HQ is situated near a river, most likely on the south side. North of the river is heavily forested. The immediate area is flat but surrounded by hills. To the south is sporadic vegetation. Hyw 9 runs east to west, and will be the main approach avenue for the 4th Mech. division within 24 hours.

Weather:
Detailed weather forecast

Current:
Temp: 33°C
Barometer: 999.5 mb falling
Dewpoint: 22°
Humidity: 54%
Visibility: 20 km
Wind: 4 km/hr ENE
Sunrise: 0533
Sunset: 1821

Aug 07
Hi: 35° Lo: 26°
Day: Cloudy skies. High 36C, humidity 50%. Winds WSW at 15 to 20 mph. Air Quality: NA, UV Index: 10 Precip chance:
Night: Cloudy skies. Low 26C. Winds WSW at 15 to 20 mph. Precip chance: 45%
Sunrise: 0531
Sunset: 1822

Aug 08
Hi: 31° Lo: 25°
Day: Cloudy with drizzle. High 31C, humidity 60%. Winds WSW at 15 to 20 mph. Air Quality: NA, UV Index: 3 Precip chance: 95%
Night: Rain. Low 24C. Winds SW at 20 to 25 mph.
Precip chance: 95%
Sunrise: 0530
Sunset: 1823

Aug 09
Hi: 32° Lo: 26°
Cloudy skies. High 32C and low 26C. Winds SW at 20 to 25 mph. Air Quality: NA, UV Index: 8. Precip chance: 65%
Sunrise: 0533
Sunset: 1824

Mission: You mission is to infiltrate and recon the area without being caught for a period of 24 hours. You will pinpoint the HHC. Once the HHC has be located, depending on the situation on the ground you will set your sniper team in the best position you can find, kill as many officers or key personnel as you can, or call in an artillery strike.

Timeline:
You will insert between 2200 and 0030 hours tonight (August 6) into an LZ of your choosing.
You will make your way to the target area and recon the target for 24 hours.
By no later than 0030 August 8, you will take out assigned targets via either sniper fire, indirect fire support, or a combination of the two.
You will exfiltrate by 0600 August 8.
You will debrief and provide an AAR by 1800 August 8.

Service support:
1 battery of 155mm guns on call between 1600 Aug 7 and 0400 Aug 8.
4 MH-60G Pave Hawks

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OOC: OK, this is the first mission. You'll have 48 hours, give or take to post your planning session, your running of the mission and your AAR. I'm going to post the scoring system I'll apply in the OOC thread.

OOC: My bad >_<

IC: The men had made their way to the barracks the night before, checking their weapons and gear once they began to relax. They looked at the information dockets they had been given when they arrived. Fox called over to Ace. "There's a lot of good sniper positions...the different terrain types will work to our advantage." Ace took map from Fox and looked over it. "Yeah...I like that forest, tree, whatever area too." The other team members passed the map around, making comments about it, and it's strategic value, and the points that would work against them. They checked their gear one more time, and then got some rest.

The Next Morning
The men rolled out of bed at 0450 promptly, and began their morning routine. They checked, re-checked, and had one of the other men check all their gear, they did a basic morning exercise routine, made sure the extra weapons kits were laid out for when mission time came, and then let the liaison escort them down to the dining hall. The mission background packets were handed out, and the team huddled around Fox to look over the information. Raven sighed. Joker looked at him, "What?"
"The forces...we're going to have to take some of them out I bet."
King jumped in. "No way. The only thing we might have to do is take out is small guard teams...nothing big. There's no way."
Wolf smiled and placed his hand on one of the maps. "Listen, boys. Why don't we just wait for the mission docket to see what happens, hmm?" The rest of the team chuckled, and everyone sat down.

And just a brief note - those are exerpts from these maps:
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v493/Daistallia/sofwg/aomaps/camlo.jpg

OOC:So am I right in assuming that the white box with the blue x on the second map in the mission breif is the location of the camp?

The AMFAB team readied their gear. They would all be wearing ghillie suits. Diver and Zero would be on land with the rest of the team this time around so they were using HK4-16s instead of the typical UMP.45. "Alright boys,"Godfather started. "I assume everyone knows the maps backwards right?" "AYE SIR!" The men yelled. "Good. Ready your gear and meet me back in 15." "Oh and I almost forgot, the Schutzstaffel sniper team will be our eyes and angels this mission. Understood?" "AYE SIR!" "Excellent, now lets get it on!"

OOC: Close. It's the suspected location of the HHC. I'll note that I am assuming a lot of knowledge with my set ups. Everyone should feel free to ask about terms, acronyms, and visuals they aren't familiar with.

Sirius nodded to her team, they returned to their barracks. Once there they began to work out a rough ops plan. The squad easilly fit into one hawk, but they didn't want to take any chances with the enemy dropping their chopper before they even made it into the fight. The team member loaded themselves down with a 'standard' load of equipment.

Sirius glanced over at Seraph and whistled to get his attention.

"You get to carry the .50 this time."

"Dammit. Why can't Darkleaf do it."

"I've got the DMR."

"Besides, you're better with it than she is."

"Hey!"

"You would smoke him on the DMR, but he's better with the AM rifles, it's not a contest in the field."

Seraph grudgingly retrieved the AW50 rifle from the squad's gear. It only had a few modifications, such as a more efficient Barrett M99 muzzle brake and a different bipod. The massive weapon mounted a Horus Vision Falon scope, like all the other sniper rifles in the squad. He removed the brake and affixed a suppressor before painting it, folding the stock and storing the weapon in a ghillied drag bag.

ooc: ok, a question in semantics. I assume the briefing means we have 24 hours to complete the mission, not 24 hours of simply sitting around reconing. or is that what you meant?

OOC: No idea. Considering Jolt was haywire yesterday, I don't know how we'll proceed.

ooc: yeah, i hate jolt...does it die nightly on you, too?

OOC: Pretty much, right around 1AM for me, give or take. Sometimes it stays active though.

OOC: I hate it. It goes toast on me at 10 PM sharp, every single night. Probably server maintainence.

ooc: good, so it's not just me ^__^

ooc: ok, a question in semantics. I assume the briefing means we have 24 hours to complete the mission, not 24 hours of simply sitting around reconing. or is that what you meant?

OOC: Well, this is as much an SR mission as it is a DA.

OOC: Well, this is as much an SR mission as it is a DA.

ooc: that still doesn't answer the question...fyi.

2 Things:
This is supposed to be the IC thread, so let's please keep the OOC chatter in the other thread.

I'll answer your question in more detail in the other thread.

SFC Ray Hawkins raised his hand as most of the troops from the other teams were being dismissed.

"Hey Colonel," he began, "do we have any intel on enemy loadout, like, what type weapons they're employing, type armor units, etc.? Do we know if they have aerial support, either by way of chopper or fixed wing? Do they have artillery support like we do? What about light attack boats or light transports on the river itself?"

All of the men of Good Conduct looked up, nodding, finishing their writing and scribbling on their notepads.

"Also, sir," Hawkins continued, using a rare form of respect for officers, "it says here that the suspected enemy HQ is located on the banks of the river, probably to the south. But on the map, the suspected location is marked on the north side of the river. Is that a discrepancy, or what?"

Within a few hours the ODST had created the barest minimum of an ops plan. Sirius delivered it with the explanation that her unit did not rule out the possibility of Red infiltrators within the scenario. As a result, Squad-1 would be operating semi-dark.

OPERATIONAL PLAN 01:


Insertion:
Squad -1 Teams Able and Bravo will board separate MH-60K pavehawk helicopters at or around 2200 August 6. The helicopters will provide at low altitude and high speed to LZ (provided by team leaders prior to take-off). Pilots are to use terrain masking and any other methods of concealment to reach the LZ undetected. Squad-1 will fast rope from the helicopters over the LZ and proceed toward the target location. The helicopters are then to escape the area via whatever means necessary.

Mission:
Squad-1 will proceed toward the target location, stopping if necessary at LUP 1 or another suitable location. The Squad will take positions to observe the target area to determine the location of target HHC. Subsequent to confirmation of target locations snipers and fire support will engage, with the intention of destroying the HHC. Immediately after HHC and designated targets are neutralized Squad-1 will proceed toward one of the pre-arranged extraction points. Squad-1 will call for extraction via MH-60K and designate a time for extraction. One pavehawk will provide transport for Squad-1 while the other acts as a diversion and/or support aircraft.

Extraction:
MH-60Ks will proceed to designated extraction point low and fast, avoiding detection if possible. Helicopters will pick up the squad and make best possible time to escape the combat zone without further confrontation.

Map: (all locations approximate):
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Within about 4 hours of receiving all the intel presented to them, the Scorpio Unit had drawn up an approximate plan. Fox called his team over to him. They all finished their weapons checks, and walked over. "Ok, here's what we have. Take a look, tell me what you think." He handed a document out to the rest of the squad.

Operation:Steel Rain

Insertion:August 6th: Two MH-60G Pave Hawks will be dispatched into enemy territory, each carrying one half of team Scorpio. On the first will be Fox, Wolf, King, and Joker. On the second will be Hawk, Bear, Jack, and Ace. King and Jack will be acting as spotters, respectively, for the sniper in their unit. The first helicopter will drop Unit 1 at 2300, into insertion point 1 as marked by a gold dot on the attached map. The second will drop unit 2 at 2350, into the second insertion point, as marked by the pink dot on the map. Both drops are close to suspected enemy patrol routes, so both Pave Hawks will need to go in at lowest possible altitude, and exit at the same, to avoid detection. Upon being dropped, both teams will carefully approach the suspected HQ location, as marked by a white box with blue outline on the map. The actual HQ location will be relayed to base, via an encrypted transmission.

Recon and Attack: Both teams should reach the approximate location of the camp by August 7th, 0100. Both teams will confirm their presence via a secure burst radio transmission, and then radio silence shall be enforced. Fox, King, Ace, and Jack will set up positions over looking the camp, either on hills or in trees, depending on availability and prime positioning. Joker and Wolf will proceed to the north area of the camp to record and observe goings on via thermal and night vision equipped binoculars with recording devices that can hold 14 hours of video. Hawk and Bear will do the same to the south of the camp. The spotters scopes for both sniping teams are equipped with similar recording devices, also holding 14 hours of video. The recording will begin at approximately 0200 and end at 1400, August 7th. The fire teams positioned to the north and south of the camp will then make their way back to the sniper teams, and should arrive at approximately 1500. At this point, the teams will wait nine hours, making any additional observations about the going on's of the camp, marking them down on compact tablets carried by each team member. At approximately 2400, August 7th, a single radio transmission shall be sent to the Artillery Support that will be on stand by. They will be given the exact co-ordinates of the HQ, and will be told to fire upon it at 0200, August 8th. Both units will observe for one more hour, then proceed with extraction procedures.

Extraction: Both Unit's will proceed to the extraction point, marked by the gray point marked on the map. Two MH-60G Pave Hawks will be waiting at the extraction point to carry the two teams back to base. The helicopters should pick up both units at 0300, and should be out of the operations area by 0400. Upon return to base, both units will debrief, hand in the recordings, and all additional notes.

Additional Notes: Use of force is authorized, but only if absolutely necessary. Remember, this is a stealth mission. Hopefully, we can get in and out without any casualties, except the bombing of the HQ.

Attached: Mission Map

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The men all nodded as they read the docket, some marking areas on the map, some drawing lines, etc. Fox waited a few moments and then said, "Any questions?" Ace stepped forward after a moment of no one speaking. "We're using MILES?" Fox nodded. "Damn...ok. All I wanted to know." He stepped back and looked at the docket again. Fox looked around one more time. "Ok then..." he looked at his watch and it beeped. "It is now 0900. Go start prepping our equipment, and memorize the mission plan. We're burning these before we leave.
((OOC: I'll post the rp of the actual mission tomorrow. Also, I'm going to be on a plane, pretty much all day Saturday, so if anythings going on, I request a brief extension.))

OOC: I know you said keep the OOC posts to minimal, but there is a chance I may have to ditch this RP, as I might not have enough time to make full-hearted attempts. Again, I'l give you a heads-up if I do, but I'm about to not have a lot of time to RP once Monday comes around. I will, however, still post for the first op as soon as I can.

SFC Ray Hawkins raised his hand as most of the troops from the other teams were being dismissed.

"Hey Colonel," he began, "do we have any intel on enemy loadout, like, what type weapons they're employing, type armor units, etc.? Do we know if they have aerial support, either by way of chopper or fixed wing? Do they have artillery support like we do? What about light attack boats or light transports on the river itself?"

All of the men of Good Conduct looked up, nodding, finishing their writing and scribbling on their notepads.

"Also, sir," Hawkins continued, using a rare form of respect for officers, "it says here that the suspected enemy HQ is located on the banks of the river, probably to the south. But on the map, the suspected location is marked on the north side of the river. Is that a discrepancy, or what?"

"Fine questions. You'll find the TOEs for both the division and the regiment in the OrBat listed with the scenario breifing packet. As for aviation assests, the division has an integeral helo battalion. They may be able to call on other air assets. As for armored assets, 3rd Mech is advacing along Hwy 9, so it is possible lead elements may be in the area. The situation is fluid at the moment, so that's the best intel we have. As for the location, the map marker is approximate."

OOC: See the OOC thread for more.

"Alright boys, settle in." Clarke said as he walked back into the barracks with the information.

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After everyone was around the planning table, Clarke began the briefing. "First off, insertion. The helos supplied to us will be going in low and fast to avoid radar and AA fire, and will drop us north of the river here." Clarke pointed at the start of the blue arrow. "From there we move to the attack. We'll break into two groups, Patrel, Jacobs, and Williams will go with Capt. Thomas along this route and set up an over watch of the HQ if at all possible. Once in position they'll call in the artillery strike with the coordinates of the HQ the night of the 7th, 23:30 Hours." Clarke said again pointing at the map, this time at the orange line. "I'll take the rest of the squad right as close to the camp as possible. We'll provide a base of fire in case anyone tries to escape or break from the HQ, as well as ambush any security elements sent out to patrol the area."

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"Once the artillery goes in, we'll need to get a quick look at the HQ to verify its destruction. Thomas and his boys will cover our retreat as we fall back to the extraction point north of HQ at 0300 Hours on the 7th. That means busting our humps following the strike. If anything were to arise that that extraction point is unavailable, we'll fall back to the original LZ and extract from there at 03:00 Hours on the 8th. I'd hate to go back, but with this thick jungle I'm afraid we're pretty limited. Any questions? None? Good, get your load outs ready and then get some rest, we go in at 00:30 tonight."

"Hey, uh, one last question, sir," Hawkins said as the men were preparing to leave. "Highway nine is the corridor for the 3rd or 4th Mech, and we're estimating their arrival at the HQ element sometime in the next twenty-four hours. Do we have any intel on which direction they'll be coming from? East or west?"

"3rd Mech is advancing East to West along Hwy 9, from Ultramarine."

(OOC: Ultramarine = Dong Ha.)

The men acknowledged the Colonel and promptly left the briefing area, heading back to their barracks. They were the last ones to leave, and were surprised no other teams had any questions about the intelligence they received. However, it was of little matter to the men of Good Conduct, who walked into the barracks and sat down in various chairs and cots. SPC Smith pulled a small voice recorder from his bag and set it to record the briefing; he didn’t want to have to rewrite everything they discussed in order to hand it in.

“Alrighty then,” Smith began, “first thing’s first: insertion. We have four Pave Hawks available for insertion. Since the Third Mech is inbound to the area on Highway Nine from the east, we’ll take two birds around to the west so we don’t overfly any possible forward elements. We’re gonna break down into teams for each bird:

“Me, Jered (MSG Waits), SFC Abraham, SSC Duke, SSC Andrews, and Brad (SSC Mann) will be in the lead chopper, going in as Black Team.

“Pelton, Hunter (SFC Myers), Ray (SFC Hawkins), SSC Ross, (SSC) Buford, and Rocconi will be in the follow chopper, as Gold Team.

“During insertion, I’ll be leading Black Team, while Pelton leads Gold Team. Black Team is going to be the support element to Gold Team. Black will be responsible for setting up perimeters, location security, and, for the most part, handle any random patrols. Gold, for this mission, is our main element, in that you’ll be responsible for the actual engagement of enemy troops in and around the actual HQ. There’s a good chance that Black may do recon patrol down to the HQ if needed, so we’re going to keep that option open.

“For Gold Team, Hunter and Rocconi are our snipers for this op; Ross and Buford are gonna be spotters. Hawkins, you’re going to be our radioman with BaseOps here, the artillery, and the birds. And for Black Team, Jered will be secondary commander, and backup radioman to Ray if something happens. Abraham, Duke, Andrews, and Mann will be rotating security and patrol element; we’ll see what else comes up while we’re out there.

“Back to insertion: flying nap-of-the-earth (NOTE), we’ll take two birds ten klicks west, proceed northbound eight klicks, make a ninety degree turn back eastbound, until we reach approximately eight klicks directly north of the HQ compound. Now, once we cross the river, Gold’s chopper will fall back half a klick, in order to allow Black the time to rope down at the DZ and secure the perimeter. You should be arriving as we finish hitting the ground. Then our chopper will pull away and provide overwatch for you guys while you rope. After all boots are on the ground, both choppers will pull out together, and take the long way home, going about twenty klicks west of the suspected HQ location.”

“Hey Jamie,” SFC Myers interrupted, “I just thought of something: while we fly over both the highway and river you know, six miles west of the HQ, why don’t we take those other two birds and send them an equal distance east? They can fly over the highway and river, continue north maybe three to five klicks, and make an immediate one-eighty back southbound.” He cleared his throat before he continued, “See, what I’m thinking, is that if the forward elements of that armored unit actually do catch a glimpse of those birds, then again on the way back, the only thing that’s going to be running through anybody’s minds in that unit and over at HHC is going to be the possibility of those birds being recon aircraft. Their pucker factor will be off the charts, not knowing whether or not an incoming artillery barrage or aerial attack is incoming thanks to those recon birds. It’s a pretty far-out shot, but if anything, it’ll take their minds off even the most remote possibility of an HHC attack and put their minds on the thought of an attack on the Mechanized unit on the highway.”

The sounds of several of the men grunting in agreement accompanied Smith’s response. “Hunter, that’s probably the best idea you’ve had since you’ve been in this platoon,” he remarked, laughing. “We’ll be doing that, then. Just make sure they fly slightly higher than NOTE, so they actually look like a couple of recon birds. I like it, Hunter, I do.

“Now, once everybody’s on the ground, we’ll move in as a single body through the jungle to a location where we can adequately survey the HQ area. We’re probably looking at one of these hills just north of the area,” he said, the sound of a pencil encircling different locations on the map floating through the air. “We’re supposed to watch the area for roughly twenty-four hours. Now, during that time, our patrol element may run patrol to seek any troops in the nearby area. I don’t really foresee any vehicles anywhere around, since we’re going to be staying off the roads. If our patrols come back with good intel on any small enemy forces, Black Team may move, in order only to detain at least one enemy troop, preferably an officer. But if the situation deems it impossible, it won’t be happening. We’re focusing on observation and precision here.

“After the observation time, we’ll determine the best route to go as far as picking off enemy targets or just blowing the place up. It’s a good possibility we’ll be using a combination of the both of them. Most likely time of attack will be close to midnight on the eighth, since we should know exactly where everybody is – barracks, headquarters building, whatever. The most likely scenario is the strike will be called in, and Hunter and Rocconi will eliminate stragglers as they appear. After the strike, we want Hunter and Rocconi to get as much shooting done as possible in a few short minutes so we can get out of there. We’ll hustle back up to the original insertion point, and set up the perimeter and wait for the birds to arrive. I’m hoping the latest time for extraction will be between one and two in the morning. We want the birds in and out of there as soon as possible, while the entire HHC is still wondering what in the world just hit them.

“And last thing’s last: codes. Get ready to write, because here they come:

“For quick-perimeter, Shield three times. For radio silence, Dark three times. For the artillery strike call, Conquest. For the sniper strike call, Handshake. For our insertion/extraction birds, Puma Three Four and Puma Three Two. For enemy aircraft, Guthrie. For enemy armor, Hardtop. For enemy HQ, Coffeehouse. For mission abort, Hammer-Down three times.

“Alright guys, we’re looking at roughly two to three hundred troops total at this HQ, so nothing too big. I don’t really think they’ll be using their security element for much more than immediate security around the HQ, aside from maybe a random patrol every now and then, and even then, there’ no point for them to be patrolling in their own territory, where we’ll be. Guys, we’re really looking at a pretty straightforward, pretty simple mission. For the entirety, unless we do get a positive read on a small enemy force, there’s not going to be any enemy contact until the actual strike. Just do your job like you always do, and we’ll hopefully come out of this one on top. So grab your gear, make sure you have everything, and be ready to roll out in a couple of hours. We’re rollin’ out right on twenty two hundred.”

SPC Smith stopped the recorder, took out the small disk inside, and left the barracks. After only a few minutes of searching, he found a young Captain to take the disk from him, with the promise he’d turn it into the Colonel. Honestly, Smith really didn’t care if there was some format the Colonel wanted the plan in. This was the most efficient way of doing things.

Daniel listened to the briefing as the others were taking a few notes on their PDA's. The mission sounded simple and it was their speciality. Dark night, mountains, forests and heaps of snipering country. He eventually pulled his squad aside as they went back to the front of barracks as they huddle around Daniel and looked at his PDA.

"Enemy HQ is here," started Danile circling the HQ on his PDA. "What we'll do is cause some kind of distraction towards the front end of the base using an artillery strike. Jaxson squad of three will go along the mountain range and come from behind. Their objective is to pick off the officers as they rush out to the front lines. When we got confirm shots, my squad of five will retreat back along here," he said as he drew a line that showed their escape route. "Remember, take as long as you need to plan your attacks. I don't want anyone going in their with guns blazing!"

The Briefing

“All right, comrades,” Tikhomirov addressed the men, “You’ve all reviewed the briefing and intel, so any questions before we start out prepping for this mission?”

“Think those SC guys pretty much got all the pertinent questions,” Gunny Strauss said.

“Well, it’s not how well you do in the class,” said Grant, “But how well you do on the test.”

“Exactly, Comrade-Grant,” Tikhomirov said. “So, as for the insertion, we will be using one Pave Hawk to insert us via 30/30 insertion into the river northeast of the supposed location of the HHC. Once inserted, we will split into our three teams, Bravo, Lt. Borichev’s team, will reach the northern bank and move into the forests. Able, comprised of myself and Captain Bond, and Charlie, our Marine element, will infil on the opposite bank. Taking point will be our two snipers, Corporal Grant and Sergeant Govena. There is a large enemy contingent, well enough to overwhelm us. But our small size and training should make short work of the larger force. We may have enemy patrols in the area, though they may be sparse. If we run into a patrol, priority is to remain undetected. Disengagement is utmost…if that is compromised, the patrol cannot be allowed to reach base or radio in. Our location and existence will be compromised and we have lost.

Once we are regrouped, each unit’s objective is to reach the surrounding ridge lines and set up observation posts of enemy troop movements, strengths and structure. We will have a window of twenty-four hours, so we must be as thorough as possible. Bravo’s objective will be to reach the ridgeline north of the HHC, here,” he pointed to the map on a blue 'B', “While Able and Bravo take flanking positions on the southern ridges, marked by the 'A' and 'C' respectively. Once all Intel has been collected, our assault can commence.

During the Observation phase, Bravo will be selecting targets to radio back to our artillery support. These coordinates will be sent in moments before our initial attack. Both our snipers are to take extensive notes on the high-ranking personnel and important assets prior to engagement. Take care to designate your own targets, and not waste two bullets on one target. Meanwhile, the rest of us will keep up a barrage of concentrated and coordinated fire in order to confuse the enemy and make them think there are more of us.

Our fire will attract fire of it’s own, so we will continue to engage by creating alternating fields of fire. Once destruction of the HHC is complete, we will disengage and move west for extraction. Two Pave Hawks will come in and extract the separated teams at the designated Exfil points. Any questions?”

“Do we have a contingency evac plan?” Govena asked.

“Emergency evac will be to make for the ridgelines behind our concealed positions and await extraction. These are marked by the black and white 'X' displayed on your maps. Escape-and-evade plan is to make for the river south of the HHC,” Tikhomirov answered. “Wheels up at 2130.”
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ooc: eh, due to work, home stuff, i may not finish the mission or aar, so i thought i'd at least post the briefing.

6 August, 2233
Insertion Flight

The two helicopters flew at treetop level, sending many of the trees in a frantic sway, as if they were attempting to escape the rotorwash. It was just past ten thirty at night, and in seven hours the sun would be rising over the eastern sky. If all went according to plan, the men would be in position at least two to three hours before the first signs of the sun, and already be taking notes on the enemy encampment. The clouds were already moving in, and for the most part, blotting out the bright light of the moon, which helped greatly in disguising the helicopters.

Puma Three Two, which carried Gold Team, had already fallen back half a klick, allowing Black Team, carried by Puma Three Four, the opportunity to drop down and secure an immediate perimeter. The men of Gold Team felt the change in G forces as the helicopter banked a hard right.

“Ready,” 1SG Pelton said softly into his COBRA Headset. The other five men of Gold ensured their weapons were charged and ready to fire, making one last check-over before they roped to the ground. The pilots were the only ones with NVD equipment (aside from the snipers, of course), and therefore could see each other in the sky. The men of Good Conduct neglected to bring any along, and therefore, aside from natural night vision, were operating out of instinct.

“Ropes,” Pelton called as the two ropes were dropped from either side of the helicopter as it came to a swift hover. “Go now,” he said once again into his headset as the men began dropped from the helicopter to the ground. Pelton was the last man on the rope, and dropped down quickly. Once all men were on the ground, the ropes were completely dropped and the helicopters made their way out of the area back toward the west.

The six Gold members looked around the area, seeing their mates from Black had already secured a small perimeter around them. Suddenly, SPC Smith stood and slung his SAW over his back, walking toward Gold Team in the center of the perimeter.

“All up,” he whispered into his COBRA. All the men from the perimeter met in the center, and took a knee. “Area’s secure,” he began in a semi-gentle whisper. “It’s almost ten forty-five, and sunrise is estimated around five thirty. We’ve got roughly five miles to trek to our observation point. Abe (SFC Abraham), I want you on point, thirty to forty meter post, call it as you see it.” As he said this, Abraham knocked fists with SSC Duke and headed through a large area of shrubbery. “I want Hunter and Rocconi bringing up the rear. Suppressors on, weapons free, report as you fire. Everybody else on file, five to ten meter spread. We’re going to take it slow and easy, and should get there in two and half to three hours. Keep your eyes open and we’ll call it when we get there.”

“Hey Jamie,” SFC Hawkins said. “Just got word from our decoy birds. They didn’t see anything on either pass. Nothing.”

“Alright, it was worth a shot anyway. Let’s get moving,” SPC Smith replied, making an entry into his GPS, marking the location of the LZ.

The men nodded in agreement as they stood, adjusting their various equipment straps, shemaghs, and caps. Slowly, they began a stretched-out file through the jungle canopy, watching for movement through the thick air.

7 August, 0219
Observation Point Adelaide
.5 Kilometers North/Northeast of Enemy Encampment

The twelve men arrived at their observation point in the dead of night. The sounds of crickets, coyotes, and various jungle animals could be heard for miles, and thus the men of Good Conduct were less than concerned as to the thought of being heard on their trek. The hill they stood atop was almost perfect – covered with trees and jungle vegetation, each of the men was convinced it was the epitome of perfection as far as cover and concealment was concerned. Three downed trees offered the perfect observation point, giving natural C&C, thereby negating the need for the men to tamper with the nearby foliage. However, there was a downside. Looking down onto the enemy encampment was less than excellent, as the enemy had done an excellent job of concealing the base’s location. Makeshift “walls” of shrubbery and camouflaged burlap sheets covered much of the outlying area of the base, and therefore limited exactly what could be seen by the snipers and spotters. It was less than convenient, but nonetheless manageable.

“Base, Arcade Six, Coffeehouse in sight,” SFC Hawkins said into his headset, letting BaseOps know that the unit had found the enemy encampment.

Each of the men sat down, enjoying a few minutes of relaxation after the rather arduous trek through the brush and foliage of the jungle terrain. Several pulled small packets of peanut butter from their bags, sucking down the tasty treat for a quick sugar rush. Myers and Rocconi set up their respective sniping positions, while Ross and Buford set up their own positions adjacent their respective partners. In their small area, three sets of binoculars laid on the ground, as well as several small notepads and booklets, two laser range finders, and several small strips of burlap and cloth. After nearly half an hour of setup and organization, the snipers and spotters began their observation. Almost immediately, the men began taking notes, jotting down various aspects of the encampment, where lights were, the look of the small buildings (more like huts, actually), any roaming guards in the vicinity, vehicle locations, and others.

“Hey Jamie,” SSC Ross whispered into his COBRA.

“Yeah?” Smith replied.

“We’ve got a Guthrie on the base, single UH-1. I can’t tell if it’s a MEDIVAC or what; no insignia that I can see right now. Just a heads up,” Ross whispered back, continuing to take his notes.

“Howard, thanks,” Smith replied, swallowing a gob of peanut butter.

7 August, 0331
Observation Point Adelaide

“Alright, there’s about two hours or so until sunrise,” SPC Smith said to the other members of Black Team. “We need to secure our perimeter around the hill. We’ll move casual to the base of the hill on the north side, opposite the enemy camp. Once at the base, we’ll hang a left and circle the bottom all the way around, and come back up. We’ll hold down about thirty or forty meters from up here at the top, spread out and dig some hastees (hasty fighting positions) around the hill. I want (SSC) Duke on the south side with his SAW, and I’ll be down on the west side with mine. Otherwise, pick your own spots. We need to get this done by sunrise, so let’s get to it,” he finished, as the five other men of Black Team picked up their gear and began down the hill.

7 August, 0718
Observation Point Adelaide

“Jamie,” SSC Buford said into his COBRA, “we have enemy hardtop column making its way into the camp. Looks like a forward element; counting three light tanks, six heavy IFVs, and ten light APCs.”

“Howard, keep me posted,” Smith whispered back. He laid softly in his fighting position, passing the time by counting deer as they pranced past the sights of his weapon. He was bored, but there was something about knowing the enemy could be just a few feet away that always kept him on his toes.

Back at the observation point, things had picked up since the sun came up. In an arcane stroke of luck, the heavy winds had blown small portions of the enemy’s camouflage over. While enemy troops frantically worked to replace the broken foliage and burlap, the snipers and spotters were busy at work analyzing what they saw inside. So far, they had a rough guess as to which building the headquarters element was utilizing as a TOC, and had easily discovered the locations of the enemy sleeping quarters. However, the men were served their food out of a mobile kitchen, and ate throughout the camp and its outlying area. This ruled out an artillery strike as the men piled into an eating area. For the moment, it looked as if the artillery call would come in the dead of night as the enemy slept quietly in their quarters. Thus far, the highest ranking official spotted had been a tall, skinny captain, who continuously entered and left one certain building, often followed by two lieutenants. For this reason and this reason alone, the men began to assume that it was this building the enemy utilized as a TOC.

7 August, 1054
Observation Point Adelaide

“Jamie,” Buford whispered into his headset. “We have an enemy patrol leaving the base and proceeding southbound at this time. Eyes on one-eight men, light on arms.”

“You said they were going south, right?” SPC Smith replied, obviously trying to stir up some excitement.

“Yeah, southbound at this time – approaching the river now,” Buford whispered back, peering through his binoculars.

“Leave ‘em alone, then. Let me know when they return,” Smith said once again.

“Howard that. Hey, are you guys going out on patrol anytime?”

“Nah, we’ve scratched that one. We’ve got hastees set up down about forty meters below you guys; keeping overwatch for enemy patrols until nightfall,” Smith said, attempting to make it sound more interesting than it really was.

“Haha,” Buford laughed, “howard that, we’ll keep you posted.”

7 August, 1426
Observation Point Adelaide

“Contact, west side, bearing three-one-zero moving one-eight-zero, patrol of… two-zero file, estimated one-zero-zero meters tracking,” SPC Smith whispered softly but directly into his COBRA Headset. He watched as a contingent of twenty enemy troops moved from the north, just west of the hill Good Conduct inhabited. The men he watched moved skillfully; quietly moving through the jungle overgrowth and watching all aspects of the area. Not quite Special Forces material, but very well trained, from what Smith could see.

“Contact,” SSC Mann reported, bring on the southwest portion of the hill. “Where’d they come from?”

“I ain’t got a clue, man. Just keep an eye out. Buford, you get this?” Smith answered.

“Yeah we got it,” Buford whispered back, continuously watching the enemy camp.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, one of the enemy troops yelled something (unintelligible to Smith) and pointed toward the hill. He dove to the ground, and without notice, began firing his automatic weapon toward the hill. His squadmates did the same, laying down a large amount of fire on the hill.

“Shit,” Smith uttered, aiming his SAW down onto the enemy troops and firing sporadic bursts. “Ray,” he said into his COBRA, now yelling over all the gunfire, “get on the link and yell for Conquest!” he said as he continued to fire down onto the enemy. “Conquest!” he yelled again.

Hawkins, remembering that the enemy artillery was supposedly unavailable for another hour and a half, immediately shifted his frequency to that of the artillery. “Conquest, Conquest,” he said calmly into his headset. He grabbed a notepad from the ground and turned a few pages to where the team had written down the exact fire coordinates for the artillery. “I know you’re supposedly unavailable, but we’re under heavy enemy fire and have to do this now!” he began yelling, becoming irate with the artillery operator on the other end of the communications line. “Look, I’m sending the coordinates your way right now, so if you don’t fire, this mission is a scratch! You ready to copy?!” Upon getting word from the artillery that he was indeed ready to copy the coordinates of the enemy encampment, he began spouting off the alphanumeric series, “Grid Charlie, coordinates Zulu, Niner, Six, Three, Niner, Two, Niner, North; Delta Foxtrot, Four, Eight, Five, Four, One, West, fire for effect; advise good copy!”

“Handshake! Handshake!” Smith called over the radio, signifying the call for the sniper team to open fire on selective targets of the enemy base. “Duke, fall over the southwest ridge over to Brad; Jered: you, Abe, and Andrews come across the Northridge and lay down some precision on these guys!” Smith continued to make his calls perfectly, although he was in the middle of changing the box out on his M249.

“Howard that,” Rocconi whispered into his COBRA, acknowledging the call for fire by the sniper teams. Immediately, Rocconi and Myers peered down their scopes and searched for enemy officers. Several pops were heard as the men began engaging the enemy troops coming out of various buildings, searching for whatever was going on. As the enemy UH-1 helicopter began to spin-up, both men began firing into the helicopters windows, shattering them and potentially damaging the equipment inside; they also fired into the engine system, causing a significant amount of smoke to pour from the system. When this was accomplished, the two snipers went back to targeting enemy troops, specifically watching the suspected enemy TOC and engaging all men that came out of the building.

“Howard that,” Hawkins said as the artillery acknowledged a good copy on the coordinates. “Jamie, Conquest acknowledged but I don’t know if they’re going to fire; they’re supposedly offline for another hour and a half!”

“Well screw that!” Smith yelled, continuously firing down onto the enemy troops. He knew several of the enemy men were down, as the firing coming from the squad had severely diminished. This was also helped by the other five men who had begun firing down, Duke to the south of Smith with another SAW, and three others to the north, making precisely aimed and fired shots, as taught by the SCAF. “Rocconi! You have any guess about how many guys ya’ll have taken down?!”

“Howard that, nineteen confirmed down, including three lieutenants and one captain,” Rocconi whispered back softly.

“Ray, any word on that artillery?! Is it coming or not?!”

“Nah, man, no word as of yet; I’m still monitoring the freq,” Hawkins replied.

“Got it, all units Hammer-Down, Hammer-Down, Hammer-Down! Ray, call for the birds to meet us at the LZ in thirty; get Gold Team off the hill and Mad-Dog to the LZ, Black’ll bring it up the rear,” SPC Smith said grimly, cursing in his mind.

“Eh… Howard that, Jamie,” Hawkins replied.

“Puma Three Four and Puma Three Two, Arcade Six in need of pickup at LZE in forty,” Hawkins spoke softly into his headset to the two extraction helicopters which had brought them into the area just hours earlier.

The men of Gold Team quickly packed up their gear, tossing binoculars, notepads, and various other equipment items into their bags, and heading down the south side of the hill. Fire was now beginning to come from the encampment, although it was highly inaccurate and the chances the enemy could see anything other than trees and underbrush was highly unlikely. Seeing a friend go down in combat would send many into a rapid-fire frenzy into nothing.

“Birds are on the way, Jamie; Gold Team is off the hill and doggin’ back to the LZ. You coming or what?” Hawkins mockingly asked.

“En route,” Smith replied, noting the last of enemy fire coming from down below.

7 August, 1516
LZ – Extraction

The men of Good Conduct Platoon arrived at the LZ just as the extraction helicopters were arriving and dropping the rope ladder. It took nearly six minutes to get all the members aboard both aircraft, but fortunately, no enemy troops had followed them into the jungle.

“Did they ever come down with the artillery?” Hawkins asked.

“I don’t know. If they did, I didn’t hear it,” Smith replied, following the statement up with a long swig from his HYDRA.

Most of the men kept to themselves on the long flight back to Base. Several spent the first few minutes catching their breath; these men were in tip-top shape, but sprinting through uncharted jungle for five miles with what seems like two tons of weapons and equipment would take the breath out of anyone. Many of the men were visibly upset at the outcome of this first mission, but they all knew it was by some freak chance that the enemy squad would come through that area and just that time and spot something minute. But that was combat – a long string of freak chances.

“How many kills did Gold tag?” Smith asked through his COBRA as he looked out the window of the helicopter.

“Twenty-three confirmed, including one major, one captain, and three lieutenants,” Rocconi replied, looking out an opposite window.

“Howard,” Smith replied. “Immediate AAR in the barracks when we get back.”

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Mission: Aborted

Casualties:
Friendly: 0 KIA
Enemy: 43 KIA

[OOC: I’m letting you decide whether or not the artillery came in or not. I intentionally left that part open.]

After the men of Good Conduct arrived back at the base, they made their way into the barracks and pulled off their gear. Smith gathered everyone around and turned on the recorder once again.

“Alright, we need a couple of things that went spot-on,” he began.

“Insertion and movement to the observation point went smooth,” SFC Abraham commented.

“Got that right,” SSC Mann spoke up. “Gold Team did exactly what they were supposed to do and Black Team backed ‘em up right. Exfil went just as smooth as it could have gone in that kind of a situation.”

“Yeah,” SSC Duke also spoke up, “and Black Team set up hastees in what, like, an hour? That’s gotta be a record or something, right?”

The men laughed.

"We laid waste to that freaking squad that jumped us!" 1SG Pelton said mockingly. "Showed them what the 22nd is about!"

The entire group of men erupted into laughter.

“Yeah,” SPC Smith started again, catching his breath, “now what could have gone better?”

“We could have finished the mission,” 1SG Pelton said sarcastically. Several men laughed, Smith not being one of them. “But nah,” Pelton began again, “it wasn’t our fault that squad came out of nowhere and spotted something. I mean, we were behind enemy lines, and that’s what happens. We did what we could.”

“Yeah, but we could have gotten a little better support from the freaking artillery,” SFC Hawkins commented. “What do you mean you’re offline for another hour and a half?” he asked to no one in particular, throwing his hands up.

“Yeah, and the magical idea about the decoy birds didn’t exactly spawn any results,” SFC Myers said, laughing to himself.

“Alright guys, that’s enough. I think they’ll be satisfied with this. If not, then they can call a full debrief,” Smith said, shutting the recorder off and pulling the disk inside. He walked out, leaving his men to rest after the mission. He wandered around for a minute until he found a captain, the same one he had handed the other disk to, and ensured he would give it to the Colonel. Afterwards, Smith returned to the barracks, where he would get some much needed sleep.

The Mission

Day: Aug. 6th
Start time: 2130

Carrying their packs to the awaiting helicopter codenamed Super 6-1, the six members of the Commonwealth JSOF Group (codename: Selva)were quiet and solemn, nothing like the jovial selves they had been the other day. Gunny was smoking a thin cigarillo, offering one to the others who politely declined. “What, you wanna live forever?” he asked, the only joke either had said in hours. Once they had settled in, the helicopter lifted off. Grant, in his seat next to Gunny, propped a dumpy radio overhead and switched it on. The grainy sounds of Little Richard and Long Tall Sally filled the cabin, and at the sight of Tikhomirov’s glare, Grant and Strauss exchanged smiles.

The flight was uneventful until they reached the area. There was sporadic AA fire from the ground, but the pilots kept the Pave Hawk low and fast, avoiding the fire. It was only simulated, but the men went silent, switching onto their professional mode. Grant switched off the radio as the pilot signaled the two minute mark.

The helicopter had been flying east, but it now pivoted in midair and turned south, following the river as it dipped to an altitude of 30 feet. At the one minute mark, the doors opened, and the operatives made the final checks of their equipment and packs. Three stood to each side, dangling their flippered feet over the sides. A light overhead turned green, and they dropped in sequence feet first. The helicopter was soon out of view, and the only thing visible in the water were their packs as they used them to float towards the shore. Bravo, the Air Force element, was the first to make it ashore. Ditching their swim gear, they stashed it underneath nearby foliage and moved farther inland.

Time: 2245

Meanwhile, Grant reached the southern bank first, leading the other three as they similarly stashed their gear and moved inland. The forest around them was dark underneath the tree canopy and the overcast night, but the path ahead was illuminated in ethereal green as the operatives donned their NOD. They moved cautiously, careful to not disturb their surroundings unduly or to make much noise as they moved. Every now and then, they would report their status to Bravo, who was moving at a similar pace north of them. At one point, Grant holds them up as he spots a group of four walking by. The team crouched down, melting into the forest as they kept their eyes on the enemy patrol. Once they had moved on, Grant led them perpendicular to the path the patrol had come from, turning back in to head into their observation posts. The Gunny radioed the encounter to Govena and Borichev, who acknowledge and report their status. They’ve been a bit more successful, seeing a patrol at a farther distance and using the ridges to pass by. They’re ahead of the other two, since the detour cost them some time. It took an hour for them to each Charlie’s observation post, at which point Tikhomirov and Bond left them and headed towards their own post.

Time: 2310

The Marines dug in, both reaching the ridgeline where they supposed the HHC was…but there was only a sandy riverbank. Immediately they radioed Tikhomirov.

“HHC is not at proposed location,” Gunny Strauss radioed.

“Roger, confirm with PJs,” the Colonel said.

“Bravo-Actual/Charlie-Actual, copy?” Strauss radioed.

“Bravo-Actual acknowledge. Send traffic, over?”

“HHC is not at intended location, confirm.”

“Roger that,” Lieutenant Borichev answered. “We have begun observation…target is 2-clicks west along the southern bank, acknowledge.”

“Oo-rah,” Strauss said as he relayed the information to Able.

“All right, adjust positions accordingly,” Tikhomirov advised. “Bravo is already set up, we’re still green. Everyone stay frosty.”

Day: Aug. 7th
Time: 0030

It took little effort, and the hiccup was an unwanted, if not easy, obstacle for the team. Within an hour, all three teams had taken observation positions on high ground overlooking the HHC. Using scopes and keen eyes, the teams made notes on troop strengths and movements. Dawn rolled around, and the teams switched observers, with the spotters compiling notes and conferring with one another on the radio, setting up the best possible targets for the artillery to strike. They had to stop and conceal only a couple of times as patrols passed by. It certainly looked as if they felt secure in their surroundings, the patrols passing infrequently and only with a maximum of four or five men.

Time: 1800

The shadows had grown long as the JSOC team continued their surveillance. The snipers had been observing the HHC well enough to discern the key targets, the CO and the key personnel. It had been decided to attack the compound after sunset, staying in the dark to hide themselves from the enemy. Tikhomirov led Bond closer to the compound, ready to lay down cover fire to distract the soldiers from the sniper fire.

Assault

Time: 1820

As a combat controller, Lieutenant Borichev had been trained in coordinating air and artillery strikes against enemy positions. He shifted himself apart from Govena and got into a better observation position. The entire day had been spent marking positions, and now it was time to call in.


“Bravo-Actual/Sluggers, request fire mission at coordinates,” he began, sending out the different targets he’d acquired.

“Sluggers/Bravo-Actual, fire is inbound,” came the reply.

“Bravo to all units, inbound fire support,” Borichev radioed over their Tac-net.

“All unit’s are green for assault,” Tikhomirov responded, “Snipers are go.”

“Frosty,” Govena said, tightening the grip on his M21. Defend us in battle, Be our protection from the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, I humbly pray… He held his target, the HHC commander, in his sights. “Taking it.” His shot was first, followed closely by Grant from the other side of the river. Both targets inside the building fell to the ground, simulating they’d been shot.

The men around them began searching for an explanation. Govena hit one who was reaching for a phone. The idea was to keep them guessing as long as possible before the artillery hit. Already, the other four operatives had opened up with their own fire, taking out guards and personnel along the perimeter. As the base started to come to life, the first of the artillery shells struck. Flashes on materiel and buildings provided visual confirmation of their destruction.

“Good boom,” Borichev reported to the artillery battery. “Walk fire thirty feet positive from original coordinates,” he instructed.

“Roger, fire inbound.”

As they waited for the next volley, the operatives had to contend with those still surviving. Not all had been in the compound and were now firing towards their positions. Charlie moved north of their original position as Able moved west, keeping a steady stream of cover fire as they moved. Meanwhile, Bravo moved down the ridgeline, where Govena could get a better solution on the men who were rushing about the base. Do Thou, oh Prince of the Heavenly Host- By the divine power of God, cast into Hell and all the evil spirits, who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls. He shot off two rounds, dropping two men who were rushing up the ridge. Yvgenni concentrated his fire back on long distance targets, hitting a soldier as he ran between cover. The next volley hit, sending up more smoke and flashes of light. Unexpectedly, there was a call from Charlie.

“Charlie-1, Charlie-Actual is hit!” Grant informed them. Over the comm., they could hear the piercing sound of the Gunny’s MILES gear.

“We’ve done enough damage,” Tikhomirov said over the net, break contact and head to extraction!”

Govena and Borichev acknowledged, lobbing grenades to cover their withdrawal to the west.

“Super 6-1, Selva ready for extraction,” Tikhomirov radioed to the support helicopter.

“Roger Selva, birds are inbound,” the base controller replied.


Extraction

Time: 2310

The path to the helicopters was arduous. It was harder for Able and Charlie as Grant had to transport the Gunny on his back. Tikhomirov linked up with the Marine and helped him carry the Gunny the rest of the way, all the while stopping to keep pursuers at bay. The helicopters were already on their way, and the casualty slowed them down. But it was a rule of the Marines that they were never to leave a comrade behind.

Taking a knee, Major Tikhomirov fired a burst at a group that was on their heels. He spun around and sprinted away, covered by Bond’s own burst of fire. Slapping in a fresh magazine, he took another knee as he covered Bond. All the while, they kept the pursuers off of Grant, who was running at a good pace despite the weighty Gunnery Sergeant on his shoulders. Grant was also being distracted by the Gunny’s muttered curses. “Dead men can’t bitch!” he informed his CO as he continued his mad sprint.


“What’s your position?” Borichev radioed the Major. “We’re about half a click from extraction point, over.”

“We’re in reference grid…” the Major replied, “About two clicks.”

“You got help coming your way…” Borichev informed him.

The combat controller ducked behind a tree as Govena covered him, “Sluggers, requesting close-in fire support, danger-close. At reference grid…” he informed the artillery battery. “Fire for effect!”

“Roger, danger-close. Fire for effect.”

Meanwhile, as the Major wondered about the Lieutenant’s message, he received another, “You’ve got incoming.” As Borichev relayed this, artillery shells began landing nearby, one to two hundred feet from their current position. The wily Spetsnaz smirked at the combat controller’s plan, turning around to help Grant. Sharing the weight of the two-hundred pound sergeant, they made it to the extraction point, their heels a bit singed from the strike.

The Pave Hawk had been flying an orbit by the time they reached the extraction point. Bond ran forward and lobbed an infrared strobe into the clearing, signaling to the pilots that they were ready for extract. Tikhomirov got a message from the Air Force unit that they’d already been retrieved, and he allowed himself the first sigh of relief. He helped Grant and Bond as they hauled the Gunny into the helicopter, waiting until all three were settled in before stepping off the ground and into the chopper himself.
“Selva/Command,” Tikhomirov said as the Pave Hawk lifted off. “Mission accomplished, RTB.”

Casualties:
Friendly: 1
Enemy: 100-200

Mission time complete: 0030

ooc: if it seems a bit rushed, I apologize.

22:30 Hours, 6 August
Insertion

The two Pave Lows carrying the Black Guard teams to their LZ's flashed over the jungle. They were moving low and fast in order to avoid any radars that might be operating in the area. Capt. Clarke stared out the back of his helo at the jungle. Or atleast what he thought was the jungle, it was so dark out there he couldn't really be sure. For all he knew they were over the ocean or plain due to some missed turn.

The call of the crew chief announcing that they were 60 seconds out from the LZ brought Clarke out of his thoughts. He stood up and motioned for the rest of his team to do so, instructing them to make their last minute checks on their equipment. The crew chief got the ropes into position and kicked them out of the helo as the it flared into it's hover.

"Go, go, go!" yelled the crew chief as the troopers repelled down the ropes. Clarke waited for all of his men to get to the ground before sliding down himself. Once the Black Guards had cleared the area underneath the Pave Low the crew chief disengaged the ropes from the aircraft and let them fall to the ground. After that he signaled the pilot and told him to bug out.

Capt. Thomas trotted over to Clarke. "All clear, sir. Perimeter secure."

"Okay, good. Take your team and move out. It's a few klicks to our observation posts, so lets get moving." responded Clarke. At that command the Guards began to move on toward their OPs. It would take a while since they had to move slowly and stealthily as to avoid any roving patrols that might be in the area.

18:30 Hours, 7th August
Assault

After spending most of the previous night making it to their positions, the troops were ready to make their assault on the HQ. Thomas pulled out his night vision scope to survey the area. Startled by what he saw, or the lack there of, he made a hasty call to Clarke. "Sir, the HQ isn't at these coordinates!"

Clarke responded quickly to the call. "Are you sure you're in the right position?"

"Yeah, I checked my GPS and William's. It's not here....wait....I see something. It's a half klick down the trail."

"Copy that, move in and prepare for the strike." Ordered Clarke. He quickly cut the com link and ordered his men to move out down the trail. Thomas and his team moved to the south a little to get in better position. They moved quickly and quietly to secure an overlook above the camp. The two snipers, Patrel and Jacobs quickly selected two officers, a Colonel and major by the looks of them, to take out shortly before the artillery rounds impacted. Thomas was ready to launch a few grenades into the compound as well before making their escape.

Unfortunately that was all ruined when a patrol stumbled upon Clarke and his team as they moved into position.

"Get down!" yelled Clarke to his men, he then opened a com link to Thomas. "Call in the artillery now! Initiate the attack!" Thomas heard the sounds of the raging battle below him. He quickly ordered the snipers to fire, Jacobs began with the colonel and began picking off officers as he saw them. After about a minute of fighting, the sound of a freight train could be heard. Thomas realized it was the sound of incoming artillery rounds. He quickly called for his team to fall back to the rally point and away from the gun battle below.

Clarke kept his cool about him as he fired into the massing enemy troops. He quickly lobbed a few rounds from his attached grenade launcher at the enemy as Cpl. Zimmer popped a smoke grenade along with Lt. Arnold. As they were doing so Arnold was hit by a round. Clarke quickly told Zimmer and Roland to carry Arnold out. They used the cover of smoke to disengage from the fire fight and move their way back to the extraction point. Along the way Xavier and Gierrade placed a few claymores to slow the enemy advance behind them. Hopefully they would lose their pursuers before they made it back the the extraction point, where they would have to wait for the Helos to arrive.

02:47 Hours, 8th August
Extraction

Capt. Thomas had split up his small group. He and Jacobs were on the right side of an clearing, just inside the tree line, while Patrel and Williams were on the left. They had established a perimeter and were waiting for Clarke and his men to make it to the extraction point. They had lose contact shortly after the firefight erupted, making Thomas feel uneasy about his current situation.

Suddenly several dots appeared on Thomas' NVGs. He quickly alerted Jacobs before opening a com link to Williams and Patrel to alert them of their impending company. Finally a green star cluster burst up from the group of soldiers nearing their clearing. Thomas returned it with a red star cluster. Clarke and his group had made it and they had only a few minutes till the Helos extracted them.

"Honey, I'm home!" Grinned Clarke as he walked up to Thomas. At that moment the Pave Lows appeared overhead and flared out for landing. Several of the members were laughing as the boarded but a few were reserved. Lt. Arnold had been hit, and would have to sit out the next op, factor that with their blown ambush, it dampened their celebrations a bit. Hopefully the next mission would go better.

Casualties:
Friendly: 1 WIA
Enemy: 75-90 KIA, 19 WIA

Almost exactly on time the ODST boarded their choppers and handed the pilots flight plans and maps. The team leaders reminded the pilots of their required flight profile, and the aircraft lifted into the darkness at 2215.

0000:
The helicopters arrived at 0000. The LZ had been chosen because it was concealed from enemy view, and thusly enemy fire. The hillside also served to block the sound of the helicopters. Squad-1 roped down to the jungle floor and quickly melted into the brush. The helicopters made a quick escape, disappearing into the darkness minutes after dropping the soldiers.

Squad-1 moved carefully, ensuring that each step was safe, none the less they had reached their observation point unnoticed by 0427. From their position along a ridge 500 meters outside the projected target zone they were able to observe the majority of the river valley. The HHC was just north of the position that had been projected for them. The security company was undoubtedly arrayed around the HHC; however most of their numbers were concealed by the jungle. For security reasons Squad-1 retreated 100 meters back up the hillside to another position they had examined prior to the mission.

The squad observed the HHC from 0600 to 1600 on August 7, 2008. Snipers engaged targets of opportunity, with special priority on officers, communications, snipers, and soft materiel prior to calling in artillery support using DPICM rounds at 1630. Squad stayed in position and confirmed destruction of targets while directing fire. Additional shells were dropped into the surrounding natural cover with the intention of eliminating the majority of the security company.
Total confirmed casualties: 185
Total suspected casualties: 250

After confirming 95-100% destruction of target HHC Squad-1 proceeded to LUP-2. During the night a small patrol of survivors passed by the position of Squad-1, however the Squad was not detected. Squad proceeded to Ex.1 at 0450 and were extracted via MH-60K at 0602, touching down at base at 0753 on August 8, 2008.

OOC: Mission and AAR combined for expedience sake.

Once all of the teams arrive back, they're called in for an overall AAR.

The SrCol goes over each teams op in great detail.

Finally, score sheets are handed out.

Shenyang:
Your planning was good but the run of the mission was very hasty. And although you said you combioned it, I didn't seen an AAR

Jimzraway:
You started off with decent plan but scrubbed the mission.

Oseato:
Your planning was OK, but a bit brief.
Overall everyrhing was a bit too brief.
No AAR.

Sniper Country:
Excellent planning.
Your insertion went well.
The execution was going well until you got spotted, however you handled that well. The patrol you were going to send out but didn't, might have helped there. Even though you aborted the mission, you did take down several officers, but they were all company grade.
The hasty extraction was OK. You didn't specify how you broke contact though.

Free United States:
The planning was, good, but also a little short.
The insertion went fine.
Your execution was good. However I'm not sure how you took that KIA.
The extraction was fine, but there was no AAR.

Each mission will be graded on a 50 point scale.

The running of the mission itself will be worth a maximum 30 points - 5 points for how well you plan it, 5 points for your insertion, 10 points for your execution, 5 points for your exfiltration, and 5 points for your after action report.

You'll also be graded on your realism and how well you play into the parameters (10 points) and RP (10 points).

In addition, I may award upto 5 special points per scenario for extras such as RPing taking a casualty and the like, to encourache realistic RP.

Note on casualties: Feel free to take casualties, as I'll award you RP points because it's realistic to do so. But note that "WIA"s will sit out one mission and "KIA"s will sit out two missions.

Shenyang:
Mission Score:
Planning 4
Insetion 2
Execution 4
Extraction 2
AAR 0

RP Score:
Realism 4
RP 1
Special 0

Total Score: 17/50

Jimzraway
Mission Score:
Planning 3
Insetion 0
Execution 0
Extraction 0

RP Score:
Realism 0
RP 2
Special 0

Total Score: 5/50

Oseato:
Mission Score:
Planning 3
Insetion 3
Execution 6
Extraction 3

RP Score:
Realism 4
RP 4
Special 1

Total Score: 24/50

Sniper Country:
Mission Score:
Planning 4
Insetion 4
Execution 8
Extraction 3
AAR 4

RP Score:
Realism 8
RP 8
Special 2 (you played the OpFor well)

Total Score: 41/50

Free United States:
Mission Score:
Planning 3
Insetion 4
Execution 8
Extraction 4
AAR 0

RP Score:
Realism 7
RP 7
Special 1 (1 WIA)

Total Score: 34/50

August 10, 0745

The teams are summoned to the next briefing.

The SrCol steps up to the microphone.

"Good morning everyone. First I'd like everyone to look over the intel updates being handed out now.

Intel Update 0700, August 10

Enemy disposition:

The 4th Mech, 3rd Armored, and 4th Armored are engaged in heavy fighting with defensive forces between Azure and Opal.

The 2nd AAD remains at Sky Blue (Ca Lu).

The 3rd Mech. has passed through the 2nd AAD's position and is now advancing South.

Friendly Forces:
The 1st Mechanized Infantry Division, 1st Armored Division, 1st Very Light Infantry Division, and 1st and 3rd Coastal Defence Division are stationed in Purple City as the strategic reserve.

The 2nd Armored Division and 2nd Mechanized Infantry Division, are defending Opal.

The 2nd Mountain Division is positioned at Puce (Khe Sahn).

The remaining units (2nd Very Light Infantry Division, 1st Light Infantry Division, 2nd Light Infantry Division, 2nd Coastal Defence Division, and the
4th Coastal Defence Division) are positioned in blocking positions along a defensive perimeter stretching from Sapphire to Emerald and Opal.

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"Now that you can see the situation on the ground, we have a problem. We've got a pilot down just behind enemy lines north of Opal. He's been on the run for three days now. The choppers have been trying to get to him, but haven't been able to due to the heavy air defenses - we've already lost two birds.

"You'll have to go up one of the local rivers and see if you can't get him out that way. Best of lucK. Here's the info dump."

Situation: At 1415 on August 7, an A-10 from the 18-3 CAS wing was downed in the vicinity of grid square 057726 (tactical map). There is a full scale battle underway just to the south, and the pilot has been evading Red Land forces for three days. Multiple attempts to extract the pilot by helo have failed due to the heavy AAA and SAM presence in the area.

Enemy: The 4th Mech (http://www.angelfire.com/dragon/daistallia/military/army/divisions/mid.html), 3rd Armored, and 4th Armored division (http://www.angelfire.com/dragon/daistallia/military/army/order.html) are assaulting the area.

Friendlies: The 2nd Armored Division and 1st and 2nd Mechanized Infantry Divisions (http://www.angelfire.com/dragon/daistallia/military/army/divisions/mid.html) are defending the area.

Terrain: The area is a mix of lightly forest, swamp, and rice paddy fields.

Weather:
Detailed weather forecast

27 °C
Clear
Humidity: 87%
Dew Point: 25 °C
Wind: Calm
Wind Gust: -
Pressure: 1008 hPa (Rising)
Visibility: 20.0 kilometers
Clouds: Mostly Cloudy 2500 m (Above Ground Level)
Elevation: 17 m
Sunrise 5:36 am
Sunset 6:15 pm
Avg. Hi 93.0°
Avg. Lo 77.0°

Afternoon: Chance of a Thunderstorm. Partly Cloudy. High: 34° C. Wind light. Chance of precipitation 20%.

Evening: Chance of a Thunderstorm. Scattered Clouds. Low: 25° C. Wind light. Chance of precipitation 30%.

August 11, Day: Chance of a Thunderstorm. Scattered Clouds. High: 35° C. Wind light. Chance of precipitation 20%.

August 11, Night: Chance of a Thunderstorm. Scattered Clouds. Low: 77° F. / 25° C. Wind light. Chance of precipitation 40%.

August 12 Day: Scattered Clouds. High: 95° F. / 35° C. Wind SW 6 mph. / 10 km/h.

August 12, Night: Chance of a Thunderstorm. Scattered Clouds. Low: 77° F. / 25° C. Wind SSE 8 mph. / 14 km/h. Chance of precipitation 40%.

Mission: It has been determined that an aerial rescue is currently impractical. Instead, a riverine attempt at extraction will be made.

At 1030, in two hours, you will be flown to the the meet a Fast Patrol Craft, with crew, at the location indicated on the map below You will make your up the river, and then locate and extract the pilot.

Service support:
1 Kaminari Class PCF (http://www.angelfire.com/dragon/daistallia/military/systems/naval/pcf.html)
1 battery of 155mm guns on call
Air support as available

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"You have all had a chance to read the briefing," Tikhomirov said, "What are your thoughts?"

"Looks right up our alley," Lt. Borichev said. His Air Force comrade Yvgenni agreed.

"I'll tend to any wounds that may be simulated," Govena answered.

"Right," Tikhmirov replied, "As such, I would like to appoint you operational command, Lt. Borichev."

"I humbly accept, Comrade-Major," Borichev answered. "As the mission brief says, we will be inserted via helicopter to this insertion point, where we will meet the river patrol boat. We will make our way up-river to the crash site, find and extract the pilot. There is a large battle underway...to quote someone, "This is the Wild West." We have available air support as well as artillery...and of course, the patrol boat itself."

"Is the pilot's beacon working?" Grant asked, "Is he in radio contact?"

"We'll have to ask our hosts about that," Tikhomirov offered. "Aside from that, does everyone understand the mission?"

"Oo-rah," Grant said, "Let's do it for Gunny!"

"Yes, let's," Tikhomirov said, "Speaking of who...where is Comrade-Strauss?"

The Gunny was angry. He'd known that getting KIA'd would bar him from the next mission, and he was steaming that he'd let those guys get the best of him. He was doing PT; after an eight mile run, he was doing push-ups before he visited the punching bag. Next time, they'd be sorry they ever messed with Gunny Strauss.

Sirius raised a pen.

"What is the expected enemy force in the AO?"

"The pilots beacon is working sporadically - remember these things were designed with a 24 hour pick up in mind, and the power supply's got to be going.

"As for the enemy presence, the battle's still quite fluid, so the exact forces tasked to capture the pilot are unknown. However, you can expect that the enemy presense will be very stong, as this is very close to the leading edge of the battle space."

SFC Hawkins sighed. It was getting to seem like he was the spokesperson for Good Conduct Platoon.

"Alright sir, I got some questions," he said as he raised his hand and lowered it again. "First, I'm former ATC in the SCAF. And by looking at this weather report, I've got a major problem. It says here that the temp is 27C and the dewpoint is 25C. Well, when the two of those are that close, that's the beginning stages of fog. When they get right on together, say, 27C and 27C, then it's full-blown, can't see the car ten feet in front of you, fog. At these beginning stages, though, we probably have maybe a quarter mile viz'. Plus we're looking at operating on a river, in swamps and such, in which case I'd put it up to full-blown fog out there. That's a serious difference between a quarter mile and twenty kilometers. And visibility, unless you do it different here, is always taken at ground level. So... I'd like to get clarification on that as soon as possible, if that can be done."

1SG Pelton looked over at Hawkins, mouthing, "I love you." Hawkins winked at Pelton before continuing.

"Also sir, it says this pilot has been on the run for the past three days from enemy troops. So obviously, he's not going to be at the crash site, which is already probably crawling with enemy troops. So, when was the last contact made with the pilot? Does he have a name or code name? Is there a rendezvous point that he knows about so we can get in and out as quick as possible, or are we just going to go in and call his name until he hears us?" Hawkins asked, obviously irritated at the little information provided by the intel reports, and even moreso at the other teams that were too oblivious to catch such blatant discrepancies. "Sir, does the pilot even know about this mission?"

Hawkins let out another sigh as he checked the question off his list on his notepad. "Also, it say you've lost two birds already trying to extract this guy. Are all those pilots and crewmen confirmed dead, or is there a chance that they're still out there, either teamed up with this guy or on the run themselves? And finally," he said, hoping he didn't come up with any other questions, "what about indigenous people? Is there a chance there's any villages we may come upon, especially to, um, 'liberate' a few smaller, indigenous boats? I'm sorry, sir, but a big-honkin' patrol boat with mounted guns, especially on the leading edge of an active combat zone, doesn't exactly scream, 'stealth,' to me."

"Well, I guess I should get rid of this," Grant said as he picked up his para/sniper XM-8. He turned to Tikhomirov, "I have the equipment to change it to SAW configuration."

"Good, get to it, Comrade-Grant."

Operational Plan 02

Template: CSAR

Insertion: Squad-1 will be delivered to the PFC via helicopter at or around 2100 on August 10, 2008 along with a CRRC (provided by Squad-1). The PFC will proceed down river to within 3km of the crash site, towing the CRRC with Squad-1 aboard. At this point Squad-1 will detach from the tow line and continue on toward the crash site. At or around 0300 Squad-1 will attempt to contact pilot (codename: Firefly) via radio.

Option 1:
If contact is made then a location will be designated for a rendezvous location. Rendezvous will be conducted with Fire Team-Able (FT-Able) directly meeting Firefly while FT-Bravo provides security. Squad-1 and Firefly will proceed to the shore of the river and extract via PFC.

Option 2:
If contact fails Squad-1 will begin sweeping the primary and expanded search areas, using the basic principles of Escape and Evasion training as their guidelines. Upon making contact with Firefly Squad-1 will proceed toward the shore of the river and extract via PFC.

Extraction:
PFC will pull back from combat zone to location marked as ‘PFC’. Once Squad-1 calls in their position for extraction PFC will proceed to that location and extract the Squad and Firefly while providing its own cover fire as needed.

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Sirius and the rest of her squad retreated to their barracks to prepare equipment.

"Prepare the Zodiac and the armor. Everyone take NV and IR gear."

She readied her gear and donned the same set of multicam as the previous mission. She packed for several days in the swamps. Her squad followed suit.

"Good questions, Hawkins. Yes, fog is pretty common in the area, but it burns off pretty quickly. Viz will vary of course.

Radio contact with the pilot, who's call sign is Blu 12, has been sporadic. The last check in was 0600, an Blu 12 was heading WSW away from the crash site. He knows you're coming for him. As for a rendezvous point, that's up to you to designate.

"The crew of the first SAR bird are indeed confirmed dead, and the second SAR crew were extracted safely by the accompanying crew.

"The indigs are friendly, for the most part. YMCA activity in the area has been low.

"Finally," he says, smiling, "feel free to make use of locally 'acquired' assets."

Squad-1 boarded the MH-60K that would be delivering them to the PFC. Several carried the equipment to prepare the CRRC. As the aircraft lifted off in the dark they attached the small outboard motor and scuba tanks to the deflated black hull. Once the vessel was prepped for deployment each squad member checked their individual gear. All threaded suppressors onto their weapons and adjusted equipment. Down below fog gathered, obscuring the terrain below.

At 2107 the helicopter came to a hover 10 meters off the stern of the PFC, which waited just off the north bank of the river. Squad-1 heaved the raft out of the aircraft, it inflated during the brief drop, and was floating damp in the water by the time the squad dropped down to it. Gobi tied off the bow of the raft and tossed the line to the crew of the PFC, they tied off the line and spun up their massive engines. The helicopter lifted away and the raft jerked as the PFC began to tow it, accelerating quickly to close to 20 knots. The squad hung on tight. Water sprayed all around them as the small boat hydroplaned behind it’s mothership like a giant wakeboard.

All told the trip only took about 30 minutes, mostly because the PFC crew didn’t seem to care that they had a CRRC full of special ops trailing 15 meters behind them. The raft had nearly capsized in a turn more than once, and the entire squad had been cut by a tight pass along the bank, through the low hanging branches. When the time came to cut the raft free everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Valkyrie started the outboard motor as the PFC wheeled around slightly down river. They lost no time getting the hell out of dodge, and Squad-1 paid the price, as the wake from the PFC gave the tiny raft one final sudden shock. The outboard hummed quietly as the raft slowly headed down river, using the river banks as cover. They kept the speed up, but just slow enough to pass without much of a wake or sound signature.

2300 came and the raft was pulled ashore in a dense thicket of brush on the north side of the river. Sirius pulled her radio and tried to reach the pilot. She couldn’t get anything more than creative static, but the pilot’s transponder briefly transmitted as being North-West of the squad’s position, maybe 500 meters. Sirius flipped down her nightvision monocular and with a quick set of hand signals got the squad formed up into a diamond formation and moving inland with agonizing care. They picked their way through the thick brush slowly, careful not to disturb anything they didn’t have to. A snap issued from the trees ahead and the squad dropped to the dirt behind what cover they could find. Sirius leveled her XM-10A3AC onto the brush and peered through the thermal scope she’d affixed to the weapon.

For several tense moments no one appeared, then the pointman of a search team slid into view through the dense foliage. Squad-1 held, tensely waiting for the order to engage. The pointman moved toward the team, Sirius set a line in her own mind that if he crossed she’d have to waste him. The soldier paused, looked around and turned back toward the brush, signaling the rest of his team forward. They emerged just as carefully as he had. The squad made a rapid threat assessment, 9 well armed men, all carrying decent kit and night vision. At this range they could win a firefight before it started, but that would draw more in if even a single stray shot went off.

The pointman came within inches of Sirius’ line of no return when a branch snapped off his 9 o’clock. His head snapped around in time to see something move into the tangle off to the squad’s right and he ushered his squad that way. The soldier had been mere feet from stepping on Valkyrie, who had been on point. Sirius tapped her radio twice, the code for a status check, a single burst of static replied, all clear. Squad-1 slipped onto the enemy’s trail, heading away from them as quietly as possible. Sirius thanked whatever indigenous creature had made that sound, she’d almost had to blow the whole op over a search team. After about 10 meters the squad melded back into the brush. Shortly thereafter, they reached the edge of a rice paddy. Sirius checked the pilot’s transponder. It had pulsed briefly during those tense seconds with the enemy squad. It showed that Firefly had moved approximately 25 meters further on to the east. He was almost due North now, straight across open ground.

“Darkleaf, scope the north side, call anything you see.” Sirius barely broke a whisper.

Darkleaf shouldered her XDM-10A3 and carefully surveyed the far side of the clearing; she made a slow pass, right to left, then locked onto movement, tracking someone or something through her scope.

“Contact, human moving slowly along the edge of the paddy, range 400, looks like it could be Firefly.”

“Direction?”

“West. I think he’s trying to throw someone off his trail.”

“Alright, we’ve got to cross this thing, finish the sweep.”

Darkleaf acquiesced silently. She finished and then brought the rifle onto a tree downrange.
“Seraph, I need you to take the hut North-West, spotter’s in there. South window, back of the room behind a table.”

Seraph leveled his AWF.

“Got him.”

Darkleaf gave a slow three-count and both rifles woofed in chorus. Faintly the squad heard the sound of dual ‘kill buzzers’. Smoke curled from the suppressor of each weapon.

“It’s clear.”

Sirius laid out the plan. Able would go, followed by Bravo. They would make for the tree line North-West and try to pick up the pilot’s trail there. The squad bolted across the thin muddy walk ways four at a time, skidding into the brush along the far side winded but unhurt. The buzzers had died by now; apparently the sniper team had finally laid down to kill the incessant noise.

They carefully began to pick their way around the perimeter, looking for the trail that the pilot may have left. It took a while, but they did manage to find the place where the pilot had re-entered the brush. The squad paused as Sirius tried to raise the pilot on his survival radio.

“Blu-12, Blu-12, this is Sirius of Blue Special Operations, please respond.”

The radio gave nothing but static.

“Blu-12, if you can hear me make your way toward the riverbank 200 meters south of the crash site, we will rendezvous with you there.”

“So, what do we do?”

Sirius looked at Gobi and flatly said, “We keep following him.”

Her squad dispersed into the brush and they began to follow Firefly/Blu-12’s trail. About 2 hours later day began to break. Firefly would almost definitely have found a Lying-Up Point, but Squad-1 didn’t have the luxury of stopping yet. The thermal scopes were coming in handy, allowing the squad to avoid several near misses from the patrols in the area. By far the most worrisome thing was the regular helicopter sweeps. Every time a chopper came overhead the squad had to freeze and wait for it to pass. Luckily, Firefly hadn’t moved in several hours and Squad-1 was closing in. Sirius paused the squad’s advance to make a support call, she assumed there would be soldiers sent to investigate and guard the ‘crash site’, and this was a chance to inflict casualties and throw the enemy off Blu-12’s trail.

“Battery, this is Sirius, requesting area bombardment on crash site at (coordinates XX.X, YY.Y), DPICM, 50 meter diameter. Fire for effect when ready.”

“Sirius, this is Battery, roger that, beginning barrage in at 1006, expect impact to begin at 1008; barrage will end at 1038.”

“Much obliged Battery, Sirius out.”

Sirius signaled her squad forward, and they carefully advanced. Squad-1 was practically on top of Firefly/Blu-12 when things started going sideways. He was hiding somewhere nearby, probably in the roots of a nearby tree, but no one could pick him up on thermal. Then the brush several meters North released a squad of Red soldiers. They came forward carefully, using the same careful technique Squad-1 had witnessed the night before. Sirius sighted in on the radio operator. She nodded to her squad and they shouldered their weapons, each chose a target, 8 on 9, but the 9 were in the open.

“Fire.”

Sirius pulled the trigger and the suppressed rifle recoiled back into her shoulder. The radio operator’s MILES vest exploded in flashing lights and buzzers, she shifted her XM-10A3AC onto another target as her squad made short and efficient work of the enemy squad. Within seconds they were all ‘dead’. They hadn’t gotten in a single shot, good luck for Sirius and her squad. Fireteam Bravo moved to secure the target area and provide security, while Able went to recover Firefly.

“Blu-12, this is Sirius. I’m with Blue Special Operations Command, we’re here to extract you.”

Firefly emerged from the roots of a tree, he was coated in dirt and had his pistol leveled on Sirius. Her team had their weapons on him.

Sirius pulled an ID from her vest and tossed it to him. He looked at it and lowered the pistol.

“You said to meet you at the riverbank.”

“You didn’t respond.”

Firefly shrugged, understanding the situation.

“We’re going to need to take that pistol, just for now.”

Firefly thought for a moment, then handed over his sidearm.

“Now let’s get out of here. Red may know we’re here.”

Sirius called her squad and the combined force melded into the woods. Getting out was no easier than getting in and it still took a full day to reach the river. Sirius called for the gun boat, and several minutes later the roar of the PFC coming down the river at full speed echoed down the banks. Sirius loaded the pilot and her squad into the CRRC, which had been mercifully unnoticed. The PFC stopped nearby and Squad-1 came tearing out of the brush, pulled up on the vessel, off-loaded and tied off the raft.

“Go, go.”

The PFC wheeled in place and rocketed away, trying to put as much distance between the combat zone and themselves. A helicopter emerged from the trees to pursue, but between the dual .50s and a well aimed AT-4 rocket ‘killed’ the chopper and cleared the boat’s escape.

It was close, but they came out with no casualties.


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AAR:

Enemy Casualties: 11 confirmed, 50+ suspected

Friendly Casualties: 000

Total Mission Time: approx. 50 hours

Extraction Time: 0555

Mission Status:
Primary: Completed
Secondary: N/A

Comments:
PFC crew seemed oblivious to CRRC they were towing, nearly capsized CRRC / killed Squad-1 several times during insertion.
Pilot’s transponder/radio was down for majority of operation.
Red force was ever-present threat, significantly slowed movement. Enemy was well equipped and exhibited solid tactics.
Better recon by Squad-1 prior to operation may have expedited the mission.
Calling in ‘Wild Weasel’ runs may have assisted later operations, however this would have required putting more personnel in danger.
Suggest carpet bombing of area in order to neutralize enemy forces in the vicinity, may result in high civilian casualties.
Time table was very tight and weather was a concern, weather partially-compensated by use of thermal optics.

“A’ight guys, grab a seat,” SPC Smith said as he grabbed the recorder, placed a new tape inside, and began recording. The men grabbed various seats and sat down, notepads in hand, ready to copy down any pertinent information.

“We’ll be inserted by helo’ approximately twelve klicks southwest of the crash site. We’ll huck it out to the fast boat, which is stationed approximately ten klicks southwest of the crash site, here on the river. Now, we’re not going to take this massive gunboat down the river. The thing, from the description I read, is just a bullet magnet. I can’t imagine trying to rescue this dude with fifty cal’s going off in every which direction. Instead, we’re going to have the guys on the boat record a message to put out on the pilot’s secure freq on the radio. Ray, can you monitor that and still transmit?”

“Yeah, no problem,” SFC Hawkins replied, jotting down something on his paper.

“Good. That message is going to let the pilot know to meet us at RP Platinum, here, right on the river here at Grid Five Six. We’ll also brief for a few minutes with the boat crew as far as a quick extraction and stuff like that goes.

“After our meeting with the crew, we’ll head out on foot. We’ll be sticking to the south side of the river, sloshing through the bank and the swamps nearby. By the way these maps look here, the area is mostly light woodland and swamp, so we’ll be running through Sniper Country again. Anyway, we’re going to stick to the south side of the river until we get near the RP.

“The way the battle lines look, Red is making a slow advance to the south, and by now I wouldn’t be all too surprised if we came across some stiff resistance. Being light forest, I’m sure we can be ready to spot some vehicles, if not light armor coming down the path. Without a doubt we’ll be going up against hunt teams sent out in search of the pilot. However, with the potential to call on reinforcements on a whim, this is a completely black operation. Now we’re professional, so I’m leaving it up to you: call ‘em like you see ‘em, but let’s not get hasty or throw anything away. I’m not big on ROE, but if we get into anything, we’ll be firing defensively and falling back. This is a non-aggressive mission.

“We have a couple of days to get this thing accomplished, but I don’t plan on wasting any time. We roll out in an hour and a half, and I fully intend to be back here by sundown. If his radio is even sporadic, he’s going to get that message the boat crew puts out. From the boat, we have ten klicks to go until we get to the RP, which we can make in about two and a half, maybe three hours. If we have no enemy contact, we’ll set up just south of the river, overlooking the RP itself. When the pilot shows up, we’ll snag him and huck it back the same way we came in. If the pilot’s injured, which is a good possibility, Pelton, you’ll be bringing him back.”

“Why do I gotta carry the dude?!” 1SG Pelton asked.

“Because you’re the most massive guy on this team, man,” Smith replied with a smirk.

“Guess I should lay off the ‘roids, huh?” Pelton asked again, laughing.

“That’s right,” Smith said, exchanging another laugh. “Now if we have to go looking for this guy, we may have a problem. The transponder – Ray, can you pick that up if it starts working?”

“That’s highly doubtful. If it’s not dead already, it’s extremely weak. Not to mention I don’t really have the equipment to pick up on something like that. If anything, I might could pick up the frequency it emits on – extremely high UHF, most likely – but even then all I’d get would be some annoying tone. You can basically forget about that thing,” Ray said in a tone of expertise.

“Alright, scratch the beacon thing. If we have to go searching for this guy, our best bet will be to stick along the river. If this pilot has any sense at all or even paid attention during SERE school, he’ll stick to the river, either on the north or south side, and follow it. He’ll be moving at night, which may work to our advantage. Like Ray brought up in the briefing, it’s going to be foggy at this place, especially in the mornings and at night. If we don’t reach this guy by nightfall, we’ll turn the IR and MWR settings on and scan up and down the river for him. The fog should blind NVD equipment, so unless the bad guys are running around with IR equipment we should be running relatively free. Intel reported he’s currently progressing away from the crash site, west southwest at the moment. So keep your eyes open along the banks for any movement. This guy is out there alone and scared and been on the run for the past three days. To him, we look like any other enemy squad out there. You guys got questions?”

Silence.

“Alright, I know this isn’t the most in-depth briefing, but that’s because there’s too many variables. We can’t set up a plan for everything that may happen out there. But that’s why we’re the best, right? Adapt. Get your stuff together and meet out at the bird in an hour.”

Smith pulled the tape from the recorder, and as he stepped outside, the captain he’d given his past two briefings to was standing outside the door, waiting.

“Good man,” Smith said as he handed the tape over.

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ooc: sorry to post this here, but just letting you know I will have my mission posted soon...i got work now [dashes out of room screaming, "I'm late!"]

The Mission

0930

The team was busy getting ready. Grant had already use the configuration kit to change is weapon into a SAW. They all passed out NOD and IR scopes and goggles. As they were finishing up their packs, Gunny Strauss strode into the barracks.

“Wish I was going along for this one,” he said.

“So do we,” Grant replied as he shook his Cos hand.

“You’ll be with us in spirit, Comrade-Strauss,” Tikhomirov answered.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Strauss said. “I want you to take my carbine, sir. The M320 should come in use.”

“That’s generous of you, comrade,” Tikhomirov answered, “We’ll take care of it.”

“For the Motherland,” the Gunny replied.

“For the Motherland!” the rest answered.

Throughout the conversation, Borichev and Govena had not said a word. Govena nodded to his commander as he shucked off his BDU jacket and the plain gray t-shirt underneath. Reaching into his duffel, Govena put on the shirt of his old unit, the 519th. Its motto emblazoned on the front proclaimed proudly, “So that others may live.”

Minutes later, the five men headed towards the awaiting Blackhawk. Tossing their satchels and gear onto the chopper, they gave a last look back as the Gunny saluted and waved them farewell. Inside the helicopter, Grant passed around one of the Gunny’s cigarillos; each team member taking a respective puff before handing on. There was no music to be played, and they traveled the rest of the flight in silence. They all knew-this was the Gunny’s mission. Reaching the insertion point, they finished up any prayers or equipment checks and waited as the helicopter descended. They had seen artillery and small arms fire on the way in, and knew they were in for a rough one. The wheels touched the ground and they fanned out into a protctive semicircle. As the helicopter moved off, Borichev led them to cover in the treeline.

Time: 1031

“Belleau, insertion complete,” Govena radioed in. As they prepared to move out, the whistle of an RPG made them turn. They stared in awe as the helicopter was hit, simulated smoke pouring from its engine. The helicopter lurched forward before landing hard in the field. “Command, Blackhawk is down,” Govena updated.

Time: 1039

“Secure the perimeter, check for survivors,” Borichev hissed as he led them towards the ‘crippled’ helicopter.

Govena reached the right gunner first, accessing his MILES gear to determine the extent of his injuries.-a broken leg and hand. He field dressed the man’s hand and splinted his leg before moving to the other side of the chopper. The other gunner had fared worse-he was dead. Moving on, Govena found the copilot wounded and the pilot dead. The copilot had a possible broken vertebrae as well as both legs broken, so Govena set to work dressing his wounds.

Time: 1045

Meanwhile, a patrol-most likely the one that had shot the RPG-had found the crash site and began firing onto the helicopter. Tikhomirov had propped the door gunner into his seat, letting his .50 cal. Cover the right side. The team had taken defensive positions around the perimeter. Govena joined them shortly, after treating the copilot and handing him a loaded MP5.

“Ok, here’s the plan,” Borichev briefed them, “We’ll secure the chopper, exfil the wounded and move towards our rendezvous with the patrol boat. Once we get these men to the boat, we’ll continue on-mission. Green?”

Time: 1150

It took a while to get the pilot and copilot out. The two Spetznas agents popped ‘thermite’ grenades in the chopper before moving out. Tikhomirov took the gunner as Bond shouldered the copilot, with the others flanking them for protection. The added weight slowed them down, considerably in Bond’s case, so the team lagged as they moved towards their rendezvous with the boat. The only bonus was that the ‘wounded’ had limited fields of fire and could help them out when they got fired on. On the way, two patrols cornered them, letting them have to put the men down as they fended off the assault. Their estimated travel time of a half hour was lengthened considerably. It took them over an hour to reach the boat, at which point they let the wounded men have their first respite as they piled into the boat.

“Pardon our tardiness,” Borichev said, “We were delayed.” Placing the wounded men in the stern, the team took a breath as the boat sped up-river.

Time: 1230

“Belleau to Blu 12,” Govena radioed the pilot, “Come in Blue 12.” The radio answered a garbled and static-prone reply. “Say again, I repeat, say again.”

“They’re after me!” the pilot responded, his breathing coming through the radio tired and rushed.

“Blu 12, we will rendezvous at reference point…” Govena supplied, looking at his own map.

“Right, ok!” the pilot huffed before the signal cut.

As Govena relayed the information to Borichev, they found themselves attacked by a group on the river bank. The turret gunner strafed the bank as the team kept their heads down and exchanged fire, firing bursts over the side. Tikhomirov fired off a pair of 40mm grenades into the treeline and the fire stopped. He smiled a bit, wondering if the Gunny would want his gun back after the mission was over. For the last leg of the journey, they traveled almost unmolested. The boat pulled close to the shore, and the operatives piled out, wading into the jungles again.

Time: 1320

The pilot known as Blu 12 been on the run for almost a day. His feet felt like rubber as he continued his mad dash through the foliage. The SpecOps operative had seemed confident when he’d spoken to him on the radio, but he wasn’t so sure. A root jutted out from the ground and tripped him up. His already tired legs gave out, and Blu 12 found himself sliding down a small embankment. The footfalls that he’d hear behind him when he was running grew louder. Before he could scramble to his feet, however, Blu 12 suddenly stared down the barrel of a rifle. He closed his eyes and waited…even though it was simulated, he still didn’t wanna see this.

Rifle fire erupted in the small, enclosed area. After a moment, he opened his eyes in wonder. His vest hadn’t gone off, and the patrol lay prone on the ground. Two figures melted from the shadows. As they approached, the first announced, “Sgt. Govena, CADF.” His counterpart replied, “Lt. Borichev, CADF.” Govena and Borichev reached over and grabbed an arm, “C’mon,” as they hauled him to his feet. Another operative, carrying a rifle with a grenade launcher attachment, handed him a rifle and an extra clip from the ‘body’ of a dead enemy.

“Command, the package is secure,” Govena radioed back to base.

They moved out, placing the pilot between Tikhomirov and Grant’s SAW. Recognizing the pilot’s fatigue, they kept their pace slow and steady, letting him have a breather as he drank from Grant’s canteen. There was a sudden volley of fire as a patrol spotted them, and Grant knocked Blu 12 to the ground, covering him with his own body as he returned fire. Once the firefight was over, he let up the beleaguered pilot, who had to breathe in huge gasps of air. Eventually making it to the boat, the operatives literally tossed him over the side as they piled in after.

Time: 1420

The operatives still had to contend with the resistance on the riverbank. Grant kept the pilot as his personal seat, keeping him covered as he fired his SAW into the jungles. The fire on the bank escalated, and the turret gunner got killed in the initial outbreak of fire. The rest kept their heads down, trying to stay out of the line of fire. Tikhomirov didn’t even get a chance to fire his grenades. Grasping at straws, Borichev radioed into the artillery unit. He called for close-in support, and the first shells fell a few minutes later. The fire continued, and Borichev stayed in constant contact, ‘walking’ the artillery along the shoreline. As the fire decreased, Bond took up the turret position.

Extraction

Time: 1630
The boat took them far upriver, past enemy positions and into friendlier waters. Referencing the map, Govena picked the perfect spot for a landing. Radioing into Command, he requested an exfil chopper. Bidding adieu to the boat crew, the operatives hauled Blu 12 to his feet, escorting him the following miles to the clearing. Tikhomirov and Bond took the helicopter survivors out more gently and moved out as well. They waited in concealment, still wary of any advanced forces that may have made their way farther north. With the welcome sound of rotors, the team waited as the helicopter landed squarely in the field. Grant yanked the pilot along, and Govena helped him to toss the pilot into the helicopter. Bond handed the copilot to the crew chief as Grant hopped up and helped the door gunner into the helicopter. As before, Tikhomirov was the last to step off the ground as the helicopter lifted off.

WIA: 2
KIA: 3
Exfilled: 3


ooc: will post the aar tomorrow.