Of course!Mr-Link wrote:Please tell me someone took a video of the glorious fireworks that happened in Cholo 2. First time I see OPFOR win this one, and they did it with style (and a healthy dosage of explosives).
But I am the epitome of class and sophistication! My monocle and top hat were shot away by enemy fire, but I remained resolutely polite as I FILLED THOSE MOTHERF*CKERS WITH HOT BURNING LEAD, YEAH HOW YOU LIKE THAT YOU INCORRIGIBLE BRUTE!?Dogface wrote:I like that Rambo is holding the ammo belt with his pinkie finger extended.
CompoundIt SE (3 caches)
Deployed as BluFor CO
The whirly-bird logistics actually worked out pretty damn well - SuperU hit both LZ's right on the dot (may have come in a little high on the second, but no harm done), Alpha was deployed on the ridgeline as a base of fire, while Bravo moved down into Northern Zavarak proper. Then the first mortar hit, and both squads became increasingly unresponsive, Bravo due to significant casualties, Alpha due to the attrition of their leadership (already hurting from the loss of Alpha 2 FTL to a hongry rock). Then Antler winged me and someone finished me off. Noooooooo...
Utes Clearance (3 objectives ... later reduced to 2)
Deployed as Machinegun Section FTL
Well, I was actually Bravo 1 FTL. After much agonizing over the fact that our LZ had been placed within 300 meters of the airfield, we in Bravo managed to finagle our LZ closer to the shoreline and less likely to be filled with murderizing death. Then Alpha thought they were a porpoise.
Take two!
Alpha decided to prove how right we were to convince BSL to change our destination by accidentally hitting the very spot that had initially been picked out as Bravo's LZ. The radios of half of Alpha once more lapsed into static, and Bravo 1 lagged behind 2 and 3 as my fireteam methodically pulled back every survivor we could find, dragging them to cover and reviving them behind smokescreens.
My AR bit the dust when he ran too far forward on the hill and encountered 3 bad dudes in a small copse of trees. I splattered their bodily fluids across the grasses of Utes, and my AAR dashed forward to grab our late AR's gun. Having pulled up everyone we could find and covered another comrade as he carried a wounded marine up into defilade, we raced to rejoin Bravo, a fireteam of five.
Wait, what? I welcomed the two new vestigial remnants of Alpha to my team and noted with amusement that they both had SAWs. F*ck. Yes. Team SAW to the rescue! We maneuvered around on a paucity of enemies, most of them having been drawn to Alpha's crash site like moths to a flame, most of whom we had already killed.
Then we were left behind. Low on ammunition, hungry, and missing the latest episode of Game of Thrones, we faded into the bushes of Utes and went native. We stole AKs and plenty of ammo, we learned the tongue, we fished and scavenged for food, and one day, the Marines returned to find the Stars and Stripes flying proud over Utes airport. Except sideways. This is our island now, bitches!
Moonless SE (with a Hind)
Deployed as ASL
Lots of mens wandered into our killzone. Not a one survived.
Hilariously, the ambush sounded something akin to this:
"Chirp, chirp chirp..."
"BANG!"
"RATATATATATATATATATATATATAT!!!"
"Chirp, chirp chirp..."
"RATATATATATATAT-- Cease fire!"
"Chirp, chirp chirp..."
That lull in the middle? That was virtually everyone in the platoon reloading at the same time.
The remainder of the mission was a cleaning sweep that was a foregone conclusion before it even started. Somehow, though, our chopper still managed to kill itself (but not any friendlies - a welcome change from the norm!)
Cholo Episode 2 (with more explosions)
Deployed as The Door Gunner Who Saw Nothing
Something about that construction site just attracts helicopter pilots like lemmings, though I don't blame Headspace for not wanting to land on top of a ZU-23, active or not!
I ended up facing away from the police station, my M240 completely useless. Unfortunately, machine-guns can penetrate Huey skin, and I was schwacked from behind by a boolet with my name on it.
Valley
Deployed as Rambo
I awoke in a Huey. Was this a dream? I pricked myself with my bowie knife. No it was not. Was this a flashback? I looked around for an inexplicable smoke monster. Nope, not a flashback either. What is this? It seems familiar. I look around the cabin of the Huey. There are three dudes who look at me like I'm their friend. They call themselves Delta. Things feel much more familiar. There is an M-60. I can almost put my finger on this feeling... it feels like... it feels like... I pick up the M-60.
It feels like home.
We land. AntlerOwl leads us onwards. The Takis come. They fall beneath our bullets, but our numbers dwindle. Around us, our comrades lay slain, cut down in their prime. Soon, it's just me and Antler. The world turns red, and bloodlust takes over. I am one with my gun. The gun is one with me. Eleventy billion rebel scum tried to bring me and Antler down. Twenty-seven rebel scum died to my tracers.
We fought and shot and groaned and shot and sprinted and shot and ran and ducked and shot... I was 60 bullets from dry after Antler had already given me the one mag he could scrounge from our dead AAR, and then we saw a UAZ in the distance. A UAZ with Takistani Army markings. Could it be? We spied a man crouched in the brush. Was he friendly? Antler couldn't tell. He handed the binoculars to me, and I glassed the unknown man with one hand, the other tightening on the trigger... and then I saw his helmet. We dashed down the hillside, jubilant and sobbing and completely f*cked up in the brain with PTSD after seeing that the entire rest of our platoon hadn't made it out. But we had. Takistan, we have returned!Mr-Link wrote:
ChernOLO!
Oh shit, bad dudes!
They be coming, Antler! They be coming for our drugs! You watch the upper doorway, I'll keep the stair-well clear. They're in the stairwell! SWANDIVE! Hah, I kilt one of them, Antler, you hear? I killed one! ... Antler? Antler? I'm coming, Antler, wait for meeeeeee!
~ Ferrard