Crateresistance - IndieFor B1 FTL
We received marching orders to take up position on the northwest flank in between two caches. Upon reaching our destination, we found that what was marked on the map as "luxurious foliage" consisted of little more than four anemic trees, and so took an even longer jog along the treeline to a position even further northwest. Well, that put us within spitting distance of the northern-most cache, and just as we were settling down, we got word that that particular cache was being assaulted, and that we should investigate.
So we rolled up to a ridgeline south of the cache and tried to ascertain what was going on. There was smoke near the cache spot, but I couldn't see any movement; I pulled out my binoculars for a better look, but still couldn't see anything. "Where are these guys?" I was mouthing off over VON to my fireteam when a single shot instantly killed me.
My one contribution was getting Bandzai close enough to the OpFor where he could go berzerk on them.
Rolling Matryoshka, Part I - C1 FTL
We set off on foot towards Charlie's overwatch position. After my disastrous headlong rush in the previous mission, I decided to play this one carefully. Maybe a little too carefully (sorry Daf!): by the time I got in position, the other Charlie fireteams had already taken heavy casualties. Still, we opened fire on the factory like everyone else, and with our medic occupied, we took turns pretending to be doctors whenever one of us would get shot. Eventually a tank rolled into view, and we fired 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 rockets at it, and the damn thing was still moving. Antlia loaded up the last rocket in our squad, took aim and fired away.
As the smoke cleared, we saw the tank in ruins and being de-crewed!
In celebration, we murderized the crewmen jumping out! Once the fun died down and factory was properly taken, Charlie set off towards the next waypoint. We were all so cautious about giving the enemy tank to our west a wide berth, that we pretty much walked into an enemy squad coming in from the east. My fireteam when from four members to zero in about ten seconds.
Cinderella BluFor CO
As we pulled into town, I glanced over the orders from HQ: "
Survive the night in the town. Expect heavy resistance." I positioned fireteams in compounds overlooking the northwest, the northeast, and the south, and put our pride and joy IFV "Cinderella" in a safe cluster of buildings in the center of the village. In a fit of tactical genius, (well, when considered in light of my usual capabilities) I sent my sole Bravo fireteam outside of town to a wooded area by the roads to the northeast. They were to lie in wait, let the enemy pass by them, and then flank the enemy from behind as soon as they engaged our forces in the village. Then we waited.
We passed the time telling jokes.
Some of us appreciated the jokes less than others.
Suddenly, Bravo reported movement near them! They laid low according to plan, despite the enemies passing close enough for Bravo to catch a whiff of their alluring cologne. Movement also reported to the south: a multiple-pronged attack was underway, the clever devils! The radio reports rolled in one following the other: . . . northern forces engaged . . . Bravo moving in to flank . . . southern forces pinned down . . . ("Cinderella! Aid them!") . . . technical en route . . .
After the dust cleared, I couldn't believe it: we were still alive, although the northwestern Alpha 1 fireteam was taking fire. I ordered them to retreat to the center of town, and tasked the IFV, now taking heavy anti-tank fire on the south side of town, to swing around around the perimeter of town and cover Alpha 1's withdrawal.
Well, ol' Cinderella must have rolled a little too far out from the cover of the buildings, for wouldn't you know it, a passing drone was able to sight it and reduce it to a pile of flaming metal. "Ah, well," I thought. "We should probably be able to manage without it." Then, I noticed a small insert among my orders that had escaped my attention earlier:
SPECIAL ORDER 4097:
BRING BACK CINDERELLA. PRIORITY ONE.
ALL OTHER PRIORITIES RESCINDED.
CREW EXPENDABLE.
Shit, I'm going to get executed for this, aren't I?
Roadside, Part II - Alpha Medic
I decided to attach to Alpha 3, as they seemed to be the most centrally located. Well, the other fireteams got wiped out so thoroughly that my services weren't required. When Alpha 3 came under fire, I ran for cover in a nearby shack, and because they never came out of fire, I essentially had the pleasure of listening to them die. Feeling ashamed of my cowardice, I sprung out of cover to try and heal up our downed squad leader. I was successful in reaching him, and started dragging him back toward cover. Then I looked around, and realized there wasn't any cover, anywhere, for kilometers. We got shot in the middle of the road, and bled out together in the night.
So overall, things went as well as they were expected to go.