Blood and Guts II: Blood Blizzard playtest


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Padraic, calls out, "June of 81 is when the raid was into Iraq. The conspiracy kooks had a field day when that shuttle blew up 10 years ago because one of the astronauts was a pilot on that raid. It was a brilliant piece of expert planning and execution. They planned it so it would occur just before the plutonium was on site but after it was shipped from France...What? Oh I did a High School book report on it, that is why I know about that raid."

"Yes the NBC sensors are working, I checked them out before we left. However, unless we are button downed, I doubt reading the sensor would do much good. I will see if I can get a weather report to see which way the wind is blowing. If you are that worried why not put on your NBC suit?"
 

OOC: LOL! I hadn't thought of a nickname for him; but that works.

Masada said:
To Augustus: "Roger that, Ceasar. Try to radio in those positions."

Sure thing Sarge. With that, Augustus picks up the radio to call in the approximate positions of the downed pilots.
 

Ok, so you are calling in to base about the downed pilot's position.

As the sun comes up you notice that you are not the only ones who noticed where the chute went down. There seems to be a large mob approaching the pilot's position from a nearby Iranian settlement.

If you plan on attempting a rescue, now is the time.
 

Vigilance said:
Ok, so you are calling in to base about the downed pilot's position.
That's my plan, yes.
Vigilance said:
As the sun comes up you notice that you are not the only ones who noticed where the chute went down. There seems to be a large mob approaching the pilot's position from a nearby Iranian settlement.
Um, Sarge? I know we have orders to continue the mission and not do anything about the pilots, but we have folks coming from the Iranian side towards the pilots.
 

Sgt Jackson

Jackson swings his binoculars over to the horizon scoping out the natives.

"Jesus H. Christ! This is going to to be f***ing ugly. Officially, Israel is an US ally. If those pilots are Israelli, they'll need some help. If not, they'll be killed long before Intel sees them. Lets go save some pilots boys! Get this bucket moving, load up and prep weapons.

Anyone else got any good ideas? Shout 'em out while we get loaded and moving. We can call base on the fly as easily as sitting here with our thumb up our butts."


JJ wipes the sweat off his forehead. "Only 6:00 AM and already farging hot. I hate getting shot at when I'm hot."
 

Padraic is in the drivers seat, the engine on, his headphones on (to discuss l/r directions with the vehicle commander). While he is waiting, he mentions, "pick up the back ramp, and just leave the back door open, that will let us leave quicker."


Upon recieving the order to go, Padraic will accelerate the track to top speed to get to the pilot.
 

Meadows nods, gives his M4 the once over, checks his grenade pouches. Reaching into his patrol pack he pulls out his medical kit, snaps it onto the D-rings of his vest. Doc’s encumbrance is now light, and his move is 25’.

“Sarge, any reason to believe that pilot isn’t Iranian, too? Those folks could be going to rescue one of their own.” Doc grabs a water bottle and unscrews the cap as he talks. “I have no problem going to help either way, but we should be prepared to explain why we’re crossing the border.” He takes a long pull from the bottle.
 

Bear gives Jackson a broad smile as he enters the back of the Bradley. He follows Meadows' lead in trimming down his load and carefully inspects his M4 as best he can in the jostling APC.

"If this mob is just civilians from the town, I feel pretty good about intimidating them into standing down while we snatch the pilot. Sure, they'll have some old AK's and a few RPG's, but punch some 25 mike-mike into the first puke that fires at us and I'm sure they'll calm down pretty quick."
 

Sgt Jackson

OOC: Ah... didn't notice the "iranian settlement" part... I thought it was an iraqi settlement.

"I'm not sure what the average Iranian will make of what happened. If it's not an Israeli pilot we'll have to play it by ear. And the border is a little slippery... Our GPS unit must be malfunctioning again." JJ grins.
 

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