Von Fischer takes a moment to think about his precious ass and then it dawns on him that
there is something even more precious lying right outside in the line of fire - the
satellite uplink. Scuttling along the floor of the tent, crabwise, he yells at LT.
Jackson "Get the processor under cover!" He pauses for just a second, considering his
options, then scuttles back a bit, pulls the .45 out of the web belt hanging from the
back of a chair (OOC: I assume that we're required to carry a sidearm at all times. I
also assume that I haven't spent all these hours in front of a keyboard letting the
thing drill a hole in my thigh) then scuttles back towards the door.
"Kill the lights," he says (hoping Wizzo has, by now, gotten the processor to safety).
Once the light or lights are doused he will dash out the door, trying to snag the
portable uplink.
Wiz does as told and does his best to hide the processor and any other
components that went with the satallite. He makes sure that he saves the
program he was working on before finding a safe place in the building. He
slips it there, the reaches up from the floor to his desk. He holsters his
own gun and looks to Fischer. "We have a few of the grenades
finished...care to see if they work?"
"Uplink first, then grenades," the Major says. He rises into a crouch just inside the
doorway, and (assuming the lights are now out) says "Cover me," [like that can really be
done in any useful way at the moment - NOT! EM], takes a deep breath, and dashes out the
door towards the uplink antenna.
Wiz sighs a moment then shakes his head. "GO!" he yells and follows the Maj
to save their satallite, then their own asses, then the camp's.
SSG SHERMAN and SEAN CUNNINGHAM (starting at P3)
The two large men who had nearly come to blows earlier that
evening, are the first to react.
Sean grabbed his pistol and rifle, chambered a round in each,
and bellycrawled out of their tent, and had a look. Some
gunfire prompted him to find cover in a foxhole. There was so
much confusion -- gunfire, explosions, dogs and other animals
making a racket...
Sherman made a fashion statement, coordinating his woodland
camo kevlar vest and helmet with a nice pair of warm
longjohns. A pump action shotgun completed his ensemble. He
ditched out of the tent, and rolled into a nearby foxhole.
Sean was there. There was an explosion nearby mortar round
(maybe?) Damn! That was close...
Even though all the camp's lights were out, Sherman and Sean
could both see. There was light, courtesy of a parachute flare
which was slowly descending from the night sky above the
camp...
Both men thought the MG fire was coming from the south of the
Camp. There's also some shooting to the NW. Yes, outside the
camp walls... (ending in foxhole near P3)
DOC NOVAK (starting at the HOSPITAL (the unmarked space just
EAST of P6))
Had been working late, and reacted quickly by grabbing his
medkit, his sidearm, and then running outside. He stopped to
quiz the first person passing by as to what was going on. The
man replied, "DOC! All Hell's breakin' loose -- can't you see
we're under attack!!!." That said, a burst of MG fire ripped
up the street where the two men were standing. The man pushed
DOC down to the ground, and narrowly missed being hit himself
in the torrent of bullets that whacked into the ground right
where the two had just been talking. Confused soldiers begin
pouring out of the barracks (P6), the tent directly to the west
of the Hospital. People were running every which way, yelling,
screaming, and firing at supposed targets. (ending outside the
HOSPITAL, prone on street)
BROOKE WHITTAKER (starting at the WELL (W))
Brooke tried to focus, and remain calm, despite the lack of
calm around her. She chambered a round, and left the rifle's
safety off, so that she could react in an instant, should she
need to. She sprinted south from the well, nearly plowing into
DOC and some other guys chatting in the street. More MG fire
ripped up the dirt, and Brooke tucked and rolled into a
foxhole. (ending in foxhole near HOSPITAL) Brooke can see
where the MG fire is coming from. Not the actual weapon or
operator, but...
MAJOR FISCHER and WIZ(starting in WIZ's SHOP (P2))
After meeting the floor in a hurry, the good Major yells at LT.
Jackson "Get the processor under cover!", pauses, and grabs his
.45 out of the holster slung over the back of his chair. Again
he vents on Wiz. "Kill the lights!..." Finally, he heads for
the satellite uplink, and out the door.
Before Wiz can do anything about the lights, they go out
anyway. His fingers somehow manage to tap out the proper
sequence to save what he was working on, and then he tucks the
laptop PC under himself. He reaches his own sidearm, and
thinks of the newly-produced grenades, sitting on a bench in
the munitions area. He asks the Major about them. A blast
from a nearby explosion convinces him it would be insane to run
to the munitions area, which was several hundred meters away
(far enough that an accident wouldn't wipe out civilians or the
camp).
The Major grabs the uplink, which is just outside. [GM - you
ran cables from the PC out to the uplink. The tent would
obscure the antenna from working. BTW the uplink is the size
of a tackle box(12" x 6" x 6", or so), and the dish antenna
folds. Think of the gizmo from "Under Seige" that Steven
Sea-gull called JCS with]
A couple of explosions impacted REALLY close! Both men
flattened, and were dazed by the blast. Looking around, Major
Fischer sees two head poke up from a foxhole nearby. The
Major's .45 goes up, but then he recognizes Sean and Sherman.
He again shouts to Wiz, "Now! LT. Over here! Take cover!" MG
fire slices up the street right in front of the foxhole. Von
Fischer rolls into the foxhole, and is entangled with Sean and
Sherman for a long moment. They both wordlessly look at him
like they've done that before. Wiz comes running in a low
crouch and vaults into the foxhole, PC under his arm like a
football. He lands badly, (that old Gymnastics injury?...),
but gently places the PC in relative safety. (ending in
foxhole near P3)
The Camp is still illuminated by the parachute flare. The
garrison is firing back at the attackers, although no enemies
can be seen at this time. There is a familiar BOOM! from
further up the hill -- Berger must have brought his cannon into
action. Who knows what he is firing at...
More animals succumb to panic. The horses down in the barn
must be kicking the place to matchsticks. Dogs are howling,
chickens clucking away. Finally, Guiness joins the
already-crowded foxhole containing Sean, Sherman, Major
Fischer, and Wiz.
Doc frowned a moment. It was as he thought.
"Listen, there were some strangers who came in here about twenty minutes ago.
I'll lay odds that they're behind this. If you can know where they parked
their vehicles, that's probably where the machine gun fire is coming from."
Doc thought for a moment. He had seen three vehicles, not even close to enough
firepower to take on the entire camp. That left three scenarios, the intruders
were trying to escape and were using the machine gun to cover their escape. If
that was so the MG would be a moving point of fire, and Doc didn't see any
indications of this.
The group is acting as a distraction for a larger force which could attack the
camp... If so, there was little Doc could do about that, and he had to hope
the sentries had enough discipline to maintain their posts.
Third, the group is here to take out a specific target, either a person or a
thing, and they were hoping to rabbit under the cover of darkness, probably
using the M113 as a distraction, and the hummers as escape vehicles, or
perhaps the other way around.
If this scenario were true, then the possible targets would have to be
something that could be easily hit or sabotaged and would have a significant
tactical importance. Doc thought about this, possible targets would be himself
(as the only trained MD in camp), or a more likely target, the medical
supplies, the communications station, Colonel Stryfe, the cannon, the camp
M113, the computer room, the still, the small munitions factory, or the
generator.
Doc immediately struck himself off of the list. Whoever they were, they
wouldn't risk hitting a target that may or may not be there. The only
irreplaceable person who could be hit would be Colonel Stryfe who the enemy
probably knew the exact location of would be Colonel Stryfe. In which case,
the enemy probably were in the process of completing that mission or had
already completed that mission. Doc couldn't do anything to protect the other
potential targets, but he might be able to save Colonel Stryfe if this were an
assassination attempt.
Doc shouted out over the din, "Stop firing until you're sure of a target.
Right now we're looking at a small group who is in less danger from wildfiring
than us. I think the machine gun is probably on an APC, a M113, in which case
you'll probably need grenades or something to take it out.
Turning to the soldiers, "Half you fan out and try to find that Machine gun,
the other half try to reinforce our defenses over around the machine shop, the
armory and the computer shed. I want you, you and you," Doc points to three
new volunteers, "to come with me to check on the HQ tent. I got a feeling that
Colonel Stryfe may be in danger. Come on."
[Brooke Whittaker]
Brooke looked backward for a brief moment, just to
make sure that the Doc and the other guys she passed
made it to cover as the bullets seem to get closer and
closer.
She quickly turned back around to try to reaquire the
relative position of the MG.
{Gotta at least try to hit him.} Brooke thought. {No
use saving the bullets so that they can take them off
of me when I'm dead.}
Brooke raised the rifle, hastily aimed slightly above
the muzzle flash, and fired a single shot. Without
waiting to see the results, she dropped back into the
foxhole. Brooke ejected the casing and chambered
another round. She slowly looked out again, this time
taking better aim (provided that she wasn't being
fired upon) and fired once again.
[Sherman]
Sherman winces as Wiz lands, that gotta hurt he thinks. Weather or not it
needs to be said Sherman looks to the Major. "Major, we got an MG somewhere
in front of us (well to our south) not sure where though." Sherman will then
cautiously peer over the lip of the foxhole looking for signs of the enemy
or their muzzle flashes.
Remember the RISC compound p1 p2 p3 & p4 is enclosed within a
chain link fence. The gate is between p2 and p3, more or less
due east of G1
G1 (GROUP 1) is the foxhole between of Sean and Sherman's, and
Wiz and Fischer's tents. The lowercase g represents Guiness, a
150+ lb Rottweiler belonging to Sean. Don't look now, guys,
but the gunfire is scaring the S--- out of the dog. And darn,
you-all are real cosy in the foxhole...
W is Brooke Whittaker, firing from her foxhole. Leave it to a
woman to take action before all you testosterone-drippers...
kudos, MS Whittaker!
N is Doc Novak, leading 3 troopers to the HQ tent to visit COL
Stryfe for latenight cookies and milk.
I believe Edmund is out of town. I will NPC MAJ Fischer until
he returns. And I'll be gentle on him.
So we pick up the action at H + 00:01:30 (1 minute, 30 seconds
after the attack began. You all did several actions to eat up
the intervening time. Good Luck, Don't die, but if you have
to die, die well. And all that Rot...)
H + 00:01:30 / 05 MAY 03
various locations,
3/103rd Camp
G1:
Sherman looks over the edge of the foxhole, searching for the
MG that has been ripping up the compound. The foxhole doesn't
give a great view of anything at all to the south, where he and
others had localized the firing(at least with their ears...)
Once he sees that he and the others are ok, he is anxious to
act. Anxious to make those responsible pay...
Sean does his best to calm Guiness down, and peers over the top
of the foxhole. Some bullets kick dirt up in his face, but he
determines they are stray rounds. Since he can't see thru the
recently-shredded tent directly south of the foxhole, then the
MG team probably can't see thru it either. Unless they are
just sprayin' and prayin'... or hoping to eliminate the tent as
an obstacle to sight. So far they're doing a Hellofa job in
either case.
Wiz curses his bad luck in falling. What he considers clumsy,
in himself, most people would be satisfied to have, and call
agility in themselves. Old injury. Kept him out of the
Olympics. But despite it, he was alive and in cover, and the
PC and uplink seemed ok. If only he and the Major had finished
their late night project. Maybe they could get pictures of
their attackers. Well, they'd still have to find some
satellite codes, and more or less hack into to some Pentagon
Retasking Program, and pull some bird out of orbit, over to a
normally-boring section of PA, and then... well, shit there
just wasn't time for all of that. But the thank the Gods the
techno-goodies were safe -- for the moment.
Major von Fischer could've swore he saw Wiz buy it as the young
techie dove into the foxhole. Thank God, at least some of the
RISC Team were here and ok. No sign of Doc or Brooke yet.
Just hope they're using their heads. After determining
everyone is OK, the Major takes action.
[Fischer]
"Sherman, Cunningham... see if you can get that MG. Keep your
heads down. And good luck."
It had been a long time since the Major had to give that kind
of difficult, yet necessary order. And usually he gave the
order over a phone, while he sat in some air-conditioned
trailer. Not like here -- face to face with those who might
die carrying out those orders.
"LT Jackson, you stay here with me, and guard our "toys" with
your life. Understood?"
Then the Major tried to get a handle on where that damned
gunfire was coming from. The foxhole was safe, but it didn't
offer a very good view of anything out past the wire...
[Major]
Sherman, Cunningham -- Go get that blasted gun before it chews us all up.
[Sean]
"Ok Sherman..you take the high road and I'll take the low road, and I'll
be in Scotland before ye!" With that Sean checked to make sure his .45
was securely stuffed into his waist band at the small of his back and
began to belly crawl out of the fox hole, trying to flank to the left of
the MG. As an after thought Sean looked back over his shoulder to his
friend, "Guiness, stay there until I call for ya!"
[OOC]
Shawn is making a wide flanking arc to the left flank of the MG. Goal is
to find some suitable cover about 25-30 yrds to the left of the MG. I am
going to make three assumptions for the sake of speed...if incorrect we
can fix later. 1) I make it to cover
2) I can get into a decent, stable, rested firing position w/ my rifle
behind said cover. 3) If no other lighting at all...at the very least
the muzzle flash from the MG would be sufficient to be able to see the
outlne of the gun and shooter.
He wanted to flank the MG, but was not able to get into a
position to the left of the MG. It was more
or less southwest of the MG, but it was under cover, and it was
about 30 meters away from the MG. Sean felt no one had seen
him move.
It was easy to see the gun and the two men using it. A
paraflare was slowly descending from the sky, illuminating the
camp. The gun and crew were just on the edge of the light.
Sean used a crate for a rest, took steady aim for the MG
itself, and fired. And missed. He fired a second time
and hit! The MG fell silent.
[GM]
Good idea, and good shooting. Mark off the two rnds. That
should give you 8 rnds for the 30-30.
Grrr!
====================
Doc and his 3 "volunteers" made their way from the street
outside the hospital, toward the command tent, in hopes of
securing or helping COL Stryfe, whom he thought was in certain
danger. It all seemed reasonable, Hit the Command Tent, then
the Commo Tent, then scatter a few mortar rounds inside the
wire, and hose the place with MG fire. That's how you took
down a camp. But the first step was the COL. Hopefully Doc
and his volunteers could make it in time.
The MG fire seemed to come from the south. So skirting the
RISC compound to the south wasn't do-able. There was also some
fire from the north, or was it northeast... So Doc went
straight thru the middle of camp, using the various tents and
structures for cover. It was the only reasonable thing to do.
Scattered MG fire whipped thru the ramshackle tents and
buildings. The team made it around the RISC compound, and took
cover under the Computer Center for a few seconds. As they
rose, an explosion ripped the night air, just south of them,
probably the other side of the Armory. The whole group
flattened, and where violently rocked by the concussion.
Looking over his volunteers, Doc saw the #2 man lie very still
on the ground. Doc's quick check showed the man to be dead, a
fragment had ripped right through his spinal cord.
Doc urged the volunteers up and over the sandbag wall that
ringed the Main Compound, the place that was once the parking
lot when the Original 3/103rd Armory building was still
standing. Another mortar round impacted somewhere between the
QM tent and the old Medical Triage area. A pair of soldiers
appeared from the Mess Tent, shouting "Halt! Who goes there?"
To everyone's horror, one of them opened up with his M16 almost
as soon as the challenge was voiced...
Doc hastily identified the group, and himself, and ordered the
men to hold their fire. From somewhere the words "Oh Shit"
were heard...
One of the 2 remaining volunteers had been hit and went down.
A pair of bullet wounds to the left arm. Serious, but not
necessarily life threatening. Thank God that was all. Doc
had the last of his volunteers help him treat the wounded man.
There seemed to be very little return fire from this area of
the Camp toward the attackers....
==================
Brooke tried to focus on where the muzzle flash from the MG was
coming from. She carefully aimed, fired, ducked down in the
foxhole, and chambered a new round. Apparently, she had
missed. The MG still chattered away somewhere to the south.
Again she rose, searched, aimed and fired. This time the gun
fell silent. Once more she ducked down in the cover, cocked
the rifle, and listened. Soon the MG came to life, spraying
the nearby tents, but missing her general area. She waited for
the burst to end. When it did, she waited a few seconds, and
looked to that general area where the gun had been. There was
nothing. The the MG sprung to life, apparently firing further
up the hill, maybe at the Mess tent or the Armory. She
carefully aimed, and fired. The MG fell silent once again...
[GM]
Brooke expended 3 rounds of .30-06 ammo. Good shooting! She
topped off the magazine, and there are now 17 rnds in the
bandolier.
[Brooke Whittaker]
Brooke dropped back into the foxhole. The machine gun
was silent now, but it also stopped briefly before the
firing started again. She wasn't sure how close she
was coming to hitting whoever was firing the damn
thing, but it felt good having a chance to shoot back.
Brooke took a quick inventory of the number of rounds
she had remaining. It wasn't very much. If the siege
lasted a long time, she would run out of ammo in a
hurry.
Brooke risks taking a quick look around the other
areas of the camp, trying to determine what was hit,
but more importantly, trying to find someone in charge
or maybe someone who knew what to do in these situations.
================
The parachute flare finally went out. All was dark again.
Apparently, Berger had in fact, gotten his cannon into action.
The sound of the cannon became easy to distinquish from the
mortar rounds that were falling into the Camp. Berger's cannon
was apparently engaging something to the north....
The mortar rounds which had begun the attack were becoming less
frequent. It seemed that the attack now was mostly small arms
and MG fire, still from the south and northwest.
Someone aboard one of the Camp's M113's was blazing away at
something to the north, outside the Dead Line.
Despite the fine efforts of individuals in the camp, people
were running around in confusion, the noise was horrific, as
well as the smells. Animals, for lack of a better word,
screaming... Smoke, and darkness, and panic enveloped the
camp. As well as death and dying...
Glaring at the two sentries as he treats his wounded volunteer, Doc will yell
out, "Have either of you two seen the Colonel since all hell broke loose. I
wanted to make sure that he was OK before I set up triage."
Both men replied in the negative. "No, haven't seen COL
Stryfe."
"Nope, me either, sir." Both men were visibly shaken by recent
events.
If the answer is no, Doc will still take his wounded volunteer back to the
hospital but will dispatch his other volunteer to look for the Colonel, but
carefully (we've already seen that the half trained militia were currently a
bit trigger happy).
Doc sighs as he looks at the carnage. Looks like it was going to be a long
night.
The able-bodied man, headed off toward the HQ tent in a low
crouch. Doc helped the injured man back to the hospital. The
wounded guy, just a kid of 17 or 18, held it together pretty
well, but Doc could see he was in pain. The journey back to
the hospital took abit longer than it had from the hospital to
the main compound. Doc had to assist the wounded kid.
The explosions had stopped, but the firing continued. There
was an MG blazing away at the south of camp, and it was
silenced twice, only to be re-manned. Berger's cannon belched
forth a storm of grapeshot against the wire, somewhere 200
meters or so to the south of Doc. Just as Doc reached the
Hospital, a paraflare burst in the sky, illuminating the
night. The Camp looked a shambles. Injured people
everywhere. Dead animals strewn throughout the farm area to
the south. Yet those inside the Camp fought on...
[GM]
Sean and Sherman vault out of their foxhole, and set off to get
the MG. Sherman goes one way, Sean the other.
Sherman goes to ground behind some farm machinery, and notices
3 men about 50 meters away, heading toward the HQ tent. He
looks again when the next paraflare goes up, and sees that they
are not familiar... He issues the challenge, and they respond
with gunfire. Sherman ducks back down, then pops up firing.
He fires 3 rounds from the shotgun, taking 2 of the men down.
The third sprints off in the direction of the HQ tent. Sean is
about 30 meters west of Sherman. Looking around, he sees
Brooke's head pop up a few times.
Sean went off in a wide flanking maneuver. He tried to keep
out of sight, as he was a mere 40-50 meters from the MG. He
peered over the top of a crate, and spotted the MG. It seemed
that one person after another would man the gun when someone
was taken out of action. He aimed for the gun itself, fired
twice, and hit with the second shot. The gun fell silent.
Brooke realized her ammo would run out soon. She felt
satisfied with at least doing *something* -- she had taken out
some of the MG crew. She then looked around, and saw other
enemy soldiers man the gun. About that time, there were a few
shots just west of her. She looked up to see Sean fire at the
MG, hitting it and putting it out of action. Sean was only 15
meters from Brooke. It was quite scary that someone could get
that close without her knowing it.
It would appear that you 3 are all the camp has going for it in
this area. Sherman, I guess that puts you in charge.
[Sean]
I am going to aknowlege Brook (make sure she knows I'm a 'good' guy) I
am going to take a look around for any other Targets of opportunity.
[Sherman]
Will take a momentary respite behind the farm machinery to sum up the
situation. He will look up to survey the area in front of him, gripping his
shotgun with whiten knuckles. Looks like Cunningham and.... seeing the read
hair popping up, that has to be Whittaker, have both silenced that machine
gun.
====================
[GM]
Doc had seen trigger-happy militia wound one of their own, so
he helped the man back toward the hospital. But he was also
concerned about the Colonel, and sent another man to check on
him.
On the way, he passed MAJ Fischer and Wiz, who had pulled
themselves out of a foxhole. They carefully handled some
gear. Looks like a laptop PC and some thing with a little dish
antenna. Guess that's the uplink thingie theyve been working
on. Protecting these items was a priority for the Major. Wiz
set down his load for a few seconds, and took aim at the
flashes that could be seen just outside the wire with his
sidearm. He was frustrated and wanted to do *something*. MAJ
von Fischer thought better of drawing more fire, and ordered
him to stand down. They proceeded to the hospital, looking for
something heavier than a pistol (I think everyone in this group
is armed solely with sidearms), should it be needed. They came
up with:
An M16A2 with 4- 30 rnd mags.
the wounded man's M1 Garand rifle(.30-06), and 4- 8 round en
bloc clips.
a .30-06 hunting rifle(5 rnd internal mag) and a total of 12
rounds.
The group of RISC people, plus the injured man, made it back to
the hospital without further incident. This seemed to be the
safest spot in camp at the moment. At least the walls were
sandbagged. Sampson Saunders was here, treating 4-5 people for
gunshot wounds, burns, and the like. He was just a medic, but
he seemed to be doing a good job. The hardest thing was doing
5 things at once. He smiled ironically when Doc entered. Doc
went for the most serious case, a sucking wound to the chest.
It was nasty to say the least. Doc tried everything, but it
looked like he was loosing this man little by little. A few
seconds later, Dirty John dragged another person into the
hospital.
The explosions for the most part had stopped, but there was
still MG and small arms fire. Soon the MG fire stopped. The
paraflares kept going up, and the small arms fire still
crackled in the night.
Wiz] Assuming we have the equipment still in one piece, Wiz heads toward
the farther resesses of the Hospital. There he stores it and covers it and
makes it as safe as possible. He returns to the Maj. "Sir," he says taking
M16 in hand, "With your permission, I'd like to see what I can do about
taking care of these SOBs." Wiz stands at attention, hoping he can actually
do something now instead of hiding.
Doc looks at Wiz and the Maj Fischer as he helps the wounded man on to a bed.
"Does anyone have any idea what's going on. I think a group came in tonight to
discuss some form of diplomacy with the Colonel, but sprung a sneak attack
instead. I can't figure what they were trying to attack. The obvious targets
would be industrial, informational, or military, but there didn't seem to be
any sort of coordinated effort at any target. I sent a search party to find
the Colonel since he might know what we're up against, but otherwise this
attack makes no sense."