The 3 Way
Deployed as CSAT A3 Fireteam Lead
"A1... wait, no, A1 is leading us, so they should just roll from the start so we don't lose any time. A3, I've got a special assignment for you."
And with those immortal words (can words actually die? That'd be concerning...), A3's adventures in flanking began.
We climbed out of our perfectly good truck and harnessed ourselves to the skids of a Little Bird. The VIN was filed off for some odd reason, but I chalked that up to this particular bird being very well loved. We lifted off into the mid-day sun, romantically scanning our guns around the place, looking for NATO lovebirds to shoot full of holes.
We landed three minutes later, and I immediately took the team
away from the enemy, performing a nice, wide loop to clear ourselves from the datum of the landing. Over the radio, I heard that we had made the correct choice, as the well-loved chopper became acquainted with some very charming bullets, then fled into the warm embrace of
the ground. At least our brave pilot escaped and joined the rest of the squad.
We in A3, meanwhile, were gallivanting around in the hill across the road from NATO's very obvious super-Base-Of-Fire, a massive conglomeration of all the NATO dudes and dudettes, gloriously skylining themselves and studiously averting their eyes from their rear.
Could this really be happening? I thought to myself. I had even pulled out my binos a few times and spotted someone scanning back our direction. Still no response.
After an eternity crossing open ground by ducking from bush to bush, we had snuck up into defilade below the road, able to barely peek our heads (and guns!) over the lip. At this point, I once more saw someone look our direction... followed by an entire fire-team scrambling off the ridgeline.
This is it, I thought.
They've spotted us and now we need to ambush the maneuver element they're sending down. I ran through the math and didn't like it. Now that they had obviously spotted us, all three fire-teams would be wheeling to their south, leaving the central objective alone in order to royally fuck-us-up-in-detail (it's a technical term) with an eight-man Base Of Fire on the high ground and a third fire-team maneuvering on us through the dead terrain that we couldn't shoot without exposing ourselves. CSAT's A3 was to become a footnote in history, courtesy of a foolish Fire Team Leader who had committed his unsupported team to an inescapable fight against an enemy with superior numbers, superior terrain, and superior headgear.
Imagine my surprise when instead of barreling down the hill to fuck us up, that NATO fire-team made a beeline for their trucks. They were strung out side on across 50 meters of open hillside with nary a rock in sight when my fire-team got the range, opened fire, and royally fucked up everyone and everything bearing the Stars and Stripes.
A mad firefight ensued. In the midst of it, I heard a muted "For Queen and Country!" behind us and a kamikaze MH-6 slammed into the ground... 200 meters away. Someone needed some corrective lenses. Within the first minute, we had downed some four or so NATO troopers, but between our stupendously effective opening volley and the ministrations of CSAT's Alpha 1 and 2 on the far side of the hill, that merely made the odds even as the remaining NATO troopers began raining murderous fire down upon us. I and Dabbo, one of the riflemen, continued to maneuver forth whilst our AR blasted away belt after belt of ammo. He actually ran out, at which point we discovered that CSAT does not have logistical prowess, because our SAWs can't accept our rifle magazines.
My battle-buddy was shot twice - I patched him up behind a rock the first time, then struggled to drag him through smoke to cover the second... only to discover that I didn't have the requisite FAK to pack all his guts back
inside his abdominal cavity. "I'm sorry, Dabbo," I said. "I can't help you. On the plus side, AR - there's going to be a weapon and ammo available for you in a minute here!"
Always look on the bright side of-- "User has left your channel."
Shortly afterwards, we had consolidated in the gully once more, I had one unlucky NATO sonnuvagun pinned behind a rock from which there was no escape, and I was reading the terrain to figure a way out of our messy situation when... VICTOR-- DEFEAT!!!
Garage
Deployed as Comrade CO
The plan was simple: Take a whole bunch of stinky Europeans on a grand tour of the United States! Man, you won't believe how trigger-happy those Europeans are. I mean, they just shot up basically the entire population of Aggelochori.
The two-squad platoon moved like a stiletto, darting in along the sparsely populated northern coastline, where Alpha put on a fantastic fireworks display from the high ground whilst Bravo went room-to-room advancing into the teeth of enemy contact. They secured a small coastal hillock, at which point Alpha pushed past them and pretty much made the streets run red with AAF blood. With Bravo mopping up what little remained, we thoroughly trashed the apartments, took naughty pictures of the AAF officer (then executed him), and ran up a water-bill like you wouldn't believe by turning on every tap we passed. Then we left, like the most gawdawful dinner guests ever.
Dear Diary: Today was a great day...
Charlie Foxtrot
Deployed as Medium AT Team Lead
I knew it was going to be a CF - I mean, it's right in the title. I didn't know it was going to be
that much of one.
I'll be honest... I left when I died. This wasn't a fun mission at all for me. I might as well have logged onto some random Altis Life server, since the only times I saw another comrade was when someone rode right past me on an ATV ignoring my attempts to flag him down, and when Lynche and I died within a stone's throw of one another.
All we have to do to turn this mission from Awful Administrivia into Something Awesome is to ensure that we are scattered by elements rather than by individual soldiers. If each Fire Team could have landed intact, then they could apply real tactics, and the Squad Leads and CO would be able to actually maneuver and plan things knowing they have intact elements who can work as a team. It'd be a ton of small assignments being done all across the AO to coordinate and cooperate, and that would be
awesome. As it is, with scattered individuals, it becomes more a matter of gathering people rather than anything that can actually become useful.
Also, sprinkle more civilian vehicles around and get rid of the quad-bikes - those things are just dumb when you have more than 2 people in the game at the same time.
TL;DR: All in all, a thoroughly enjoyable session.