Idiots
Deployed as Alpha Squad Leader
In we dropped, we merry band of silenced-weapon equipped fools. We soared through the air, graceful as eagles, only for Waffly to crash headlong into me mid-air, wrenching my leg! (ouch). Once on the ground, my personal physician splinted the damn thing and I rallied the squad to assault and clear a hilltop. Alpha 3 to the south ambushed and slaughtered a patrol, a move copied cleanly by Alpha 2 to the north - we pressed downwards into the town, taking sporadic fire until we came upon an empty hunter.
Deciding that fireworks were in order, we blew it up and garnered the attention of the entire town. Surrounded by enemies, we traded fire and inexorably pressed southwards until the entire squad was me, my medic, and one lone survivor. Together, we detonated the HQ APC in Orino, only for one of us to get picked off by an enemy across the road. I attempted to avenge my dead comrade, only to take a bullet to the noggin for my troubles.
In the end, though, Charlie's sneaky actions and Bravo's uncontested actions carried the day, with our suicidal aggression having drawn off so much attention that the entire rest of the operation went off flawlessly.
A Friend in Need
Deployed as BluFor Alpha Squad Leader Commander
We load in, and instantly an artillery shell lands right next to us, and TH3 is a smoking pyre, with CO's roasted corpse inside.
I wonder where we've seen that before... (
seriously, stop pre-mounting choppers)
Regardless, we take off. On the fly, I altered
MadToaster's plan somewhat, in that the Transport Helo loitered within the AO, able to respond faster to intel from our Pawnee attack-helo pilot. When
Gekke finished his primary route reconnaissance down the main road without spotting the convoy, I split the AO, sending
Gekke's Pawnee north and
Zitron's GhostHawk south.
And right outside the southern edge of the AO, on the far side of an entire range of mountains from where InOps had told us they would be, was the convoy. They'd apparently taken a 10+ kilometer detour on the way to the market.
Taking sporadic fire from CSAT dudes already pressing inwards, we landed the squad on the far side of the convoy from them, with me sliding behind one of
Zitron's miniguns. The next big development was a foolhardy assault by OpFor's lone MRAP, charging forward across a dinner-plate of terrain. I laid down a few bursts of fire to dissuade them of their kamikaze notions, but they couldn't be dissuaded, and a FIA rocketeer soon sent them off to Valhalla.
Meanwhile, our two fireteams bounded across familiar terrain, seizing the ridgelines above the convoy while I watched an entire OpFor squad make for a nearby, walled-in two-story house.
Zitron flew me in close, and my minigun spoke (very inaccurately) and splooged oodles and oodles of bullets into the general vicinity of the OpFor Squad, turning their two-story house into half-story rubble. A second, smaller wave of OpFor-ian infantry prompted me to perform the same magic trick on an imposing-looking, but flimsy warehouse immediately to the south of said half-story rubble. "Watch as I make this infantry squad's cover...
disappear!" In the meantime,
Gekke's miniguns slaughtered entire teams of our foes as they attempted to sweep through to the convoy.
However, enough CSAT forces had squirted through the avalanche of minigun fire to more or less fight BluFor's two fireteams to a standstill, with CSAT standing firm on the convoy's wreckage. An eye-in-the-sky UAV relayed to us that they had even begun to rifle through the boxes of NATO armaments. This couldn't be allowed to happen, so
Zitron took up a close orbit of the convoy site itself, and I sprayed an endless stream of tracers down onto any poor soul who was attempting to examine our crates of guns and ammo.
It worked - CSAT was unable to catch enough peace and quiet around the crates for them to gather sufficient evidence of NATO's involvement before one last FIA or NATO bullet sank home and ended the mission in NATO / FIA's favor.
AirEola
Deployed as BluFor Alpha 2 Rifleman
Under
Headspace capable command, Alpha 2 briefly took up station in a very ill-positioned set of buildings near our cache, only to see IndFor land due north of our position. Determining that it was suicide to cower in buildings with terribad lines of sight in the shadow of a massive, commanding hill,
Headspace instead led us up onto the hill itself, where we lay down as one and opened fire as one, laying a withering storm of lead down upon an AAF squad as they attempted to approach the city.
Having achieved total fire-superiority for Alpha 1 and our technical to begin maneuvers,
Headspace pulled us off the hilltop and back down into the city where we could join the attack. Alpha 2 swept forward, me darting off to the side to come at the enemy from an off-angle, and it worked. A pair of grenades and a magazine's worth of suppressive fire got me to the walls of a thoroughly ruined house, and I peered into the ditch behind it...
Only to see a dude in a digi-cam Fritz helmet staring intently down his sights off to my right. Blessing my enemy's glorious tunnel vision, I lined up a shot in a leisurely half-second, aimed slightly above his head because we were literally a yard-apart, and pulled the trigger once. Turns out, even ArmA 3's pea-shooter 5.56x45mm is an insta-gib when applied directly to the enemy's forehead. His more attentive comrade filled me with six different kinds of lead in return, but my task was done and I retired, having killed
Rook and
MisterKoz to my satisfaction.
My one-man assault paved the way for the rest of Alpha 2 to sweep through the ditch, slaughtering the last of the defenders, only for other FIA to start firing at them. "There's too many!" some comrades were heard to be saying, and they
fled tactically advanced in a retrograde fashion from the ditch that was firmly entrenched by precisely zero (0) remaining AAF.
Climaxing Crusader
Deployed as Bravo 2 Autorifleman
On the far left flank of our maneuver, Bravo 2 swung through a good number of minor bounds only to suddenly stumble across the enemy as they crested the hill not ten (10) meters in front of us (!!!). As we dealt with this, new contacts sprang forth from the buildings to our unguarded left flank, which we then moved to clear. I barged in one door to find a single dead body in that half of the building. When I opened the interior door dividing the house in twain, I was greeted face-to-face by an angry OpForian dude shooting the doorframe next to me. I clamped down on the trigger and sprayed bullets into him, swinging my b(r)oomstick around the room to meet his panicked buddy, but we traded bullets and both died in that room.
Still, I maintained my positive K:D ratio! That counts for something, right?
~ Ferrard