Backwards Logic
Emperor Palpatine
The men gathered in a small ditch next to the road. Across the street was a small village where the Insurgent Leader reportedly was. The reconnaissance scout got back to where the huddled group temporarily resided.
"It's quiet. A ghost town of the old west made more noise than this."
Commander Logic quickly ran through the scenario in his head. Four day old intelligence at this point, so it's possible he'd cleared out. On the other hand, total silence was too suspicious. A trap.
He couldn't back out now, especially since Command had promised him two things. One, he had air support which after giving the the four-word order would have a pair of Apache gunships streaking their way over to the village within five minutes. Second, he knew if he pulled back without at least checking out the village meant he'd never get another opportunity to command a mission such as this. It'd be desk duty on another backwater station again.
He pulled out a map courtesy of a satellite image of the village. Four days before had a half-dozen pickups, at least 50 soldiers, and a handful of RPG's. Now, if the scout was correct, nothing that existed prior existed now. Mapping the route, he gave orders to each of his men. The Sniper moved on the roof overlooking the town's makeshift courtyard, which consisted of scattered dirt with a giant rock as its centerpiece. He had his machine gunner set up in an alleyway opposite, so between the two the courtyard was covered in cross hairs east to west. The rest of his troops set up flanking positions on the large central structure dominating the village. Commander Logic reasoned that if any resistance existed, that's where they'd be.
As the remainder of his squad advanced slowly towards the courtyard, Commander Logic gave the hand signal to hold up. As he crouched up against the nearest building, he surveyed the scene. Something wasn't right, his gut told him. And indeed something wasn't right.
"Crack"
The man next to Logic dropped like a stone, a lone gunshot wound through the temple as the rest of the team advanced towards a small stone wall about shoulder height for cover. On the roofs of the largest building stood a pair of Insurgent Snipers, pinning the team it its place.
"Get me air-support"
The Radio Operator quickly got the message out to Command. "Inbound, E.T.A five minutes" came the expected response. Holed up for the time being, Logic and his crew found much to do, as a large number of insurgents came at them left to right, spraying automatic fire from their Russian Ak-47's. A few of his soldiers had taken the initiative and started to flank the enemy, cutting down the untrained men with relative ease. Logic heard the familiar sound of his sniper, calmly reducing the insurgent's numbers one man at a time.
After what seemed a lifetime, the sound of the Apaches soon filled the sky; the pair slowly strafed the building with machine gun fire and rockets, knocking out the machine gun protruding from one of its windows and at least one of the snipers. But the victory was short-lived.
"Whoosh"
Two missiles streaked up from another nearby building. The pilot heard the warning over his headset before he saw the shot and had moved to evade the danger. One passed harmlessly by as the bird's counter-measures gave it something else to lock onto. The second wasn't so distracted. It impacted with a bang that resonated in between the closely-spaced buildings. As the metal around the rear rotor was tortured into a ball of scrap, the pilot desperately held onto what remaining controls he had and brought the wounded beast into the courtyard for an impromptu landing.
Without thinking, Logic and a few of his men charged out to rescue the pilot from the increasing number of insurgents. Like vultures to carcasses, they flooded the courtyard to take their prize. The machine gunner opened up on the insurgents, spraying automatic fire indiscriminately as man after man fell to the bullets. Commander Logic managed to dislodge the pilot from the cockpit just as more wild-eyed insurgents ran towards him.
"Crack"
Commander Logic suddenly felt numb all over. He raised his right hand to the back his head and felt the warm sensation of his own blood pouring out of him. He collapsed in the courtyard, face first into the ground. A few of his men pulled him up and screamed for a medic, but it was too little too late.
The wounded Commander made one last effort to make one final command:
"Fall Back"
Even in death he knew they didn't have manpower to salvage the mission. Both birds had fallen, the second exploding in a spectacular ball of orange and red as three RPG's had found their mark. Already a large number of his own men had fallen without ever even getting a glimpse of the Insurgent Leader, if he was even here to begin with.
His squad fell back across the street to safety, the machine gunner last to run as he provided a near constant stream of lead to persuade any pursuers. It was chaotic at best, a disorderly retreat from a hot zone deep inside enemy territory. The Radio Operator made one last transmission to Command: Mission Fail, requesting evac. The response was delayed, not from the time it took to send a radio signal from here to HQ located almost 4000 miles away but rather from the leaders of Command trying to grasp what had just happened. They gave the navigator the coordinates of the extraction point, and when plotting the distance out on the map it looked like it would take 11 days to get there, give or take. The men knew they needed a new leader fast, otherwise they would be overrun in a matter of moments. Night was falling fast.
This will function as the game thread. The rules can be found >>HERE<<. To reiterate, the game will be structured as follows:
Days: 48 hours with a midday post 24 hours in
Nights: 24 hours
To give an idea of the current time, treat this opening post as a midday post. Night will fall in roughly 24 hours. No accusations or votes, Role Play only at this point.
PM's have been sent.
"It's quiet. A ghost town of the old west made more noise than this."
Commander Logic quickly ran through the scenario in his head. Four day old intelligence at this point, so it's possible he'd cleared out. On the other hand, total silence was too suspicious. A trap.
He couldn't back out now, especially since Command had promised him two things. One, he had air support which after giving the the four-word order would have a pair of Apache gunships streaking their way over to the village within five minutes. Second, he knew if he pulled back without at least checking out the village meant he'd never get another opportunity to command a mission such as this. It'd be desk duty on another backwater station again.
He pulled out a map courtesy of a satellite image of the village. Four days before had a half-dozen pickups, at least 50 soldiers, and a handful of RPG's. Now, if the scout was correct, nothing that existed prior existed now. Mapping the route, he gave orders to each of his men. The Sniper moved on the roof overlooking the town's makeshift courtyard, which consisted of scattered dirt with a giant rock as its centerpiece. He had his machine gunner set up in an alleyway opposite, so between the two the courtyard was covered in cross hairs east to west. The rest of his troops set up flanking positions on the large central structure dominating the village. Commander Logic reasoned that if any resistance existed, that's where they'd be.
As the remainder of his squad advanced slowly towards the courtyard, Commander Logic gave the hand signal to hold up. As he crouched up against the nearest building, he surveyed the scene. Something wasn't right, his gut told him. And indeed something wasn't right.
"Crack"
The man next to Logic dropped like a stone, a lone gunshot wound through the temple as the rest of the team advanced towards a small stone wall about shoulder height for cover. On the roofs of the largest building stood a pair of Insurgent Snipers, pinning the team it its place.
"Get me air-support"
The Radio Operator quickly got the message out to Command. "Inbound, E.T.A five minutes" came the expected response. Holed up for the time being, Logic and his crew found much to do, as a large number of insurgents came at them left to right, spraying automatic fire from their Russian Ak-47's. A few of his soldiers had taken the initiative and started to flank the enemy, cutting down the untrained men with relative ease. Logic heard the familiar sound of his sniper, calmly reducing the insurgent's numbers one man at a time.
After what seemed a lifetime, the sound of the Apaches soon filled the sky; the pair slowly strafed the building with machine gun fire and rockets, knocking out the machine gun protruding from one of its windows and at least one of the snipers. But the victory was short-lived.
"Whoosh"
Two missiles streaked up from another nearby building. The pilot heard the warning over his headset before he saw the shot and had moved to evade the danger. One passed harmlessly by as the bird's counter-measures gave it something else to lock onto. The second wasn't so distracted. It impacted with a bang that resonated in between the closely-spaced buildings. As the metal around the rear rotor was tortured into a ball of scrap, the pilot desperately held onto what remaining controls he had and brought the wounded beast into the courtyard for an impromptu landing.
Without thinking, Logic and a few of his men charged out to rescue the pilot from the increasing number of insurgents. Like vultures to carcasses, they flooded the courtyard to take their prize. The machine gunner opened up on the insurgents, spraying automatic fire indiscriminately as man after man fell to the bullets. Commander Logic managed to dislodge the pilot from the cockpit just as more wild-eyed insurgents ran towards him.
"Crack"
Commander Logic suddenly felt numb all over. He raised his right hand to the back his head and felt the warm sensation of his own blood pouring out of him. He collapsed in the courtyard, face first into the ground. A few of his men pulled him up and screamed for a medic, but it was too little too late.
The wounded Commander made one last effort to make one final command:
"Fall Back"
Even in death he knew they didn't have manpower to salvage the mission. Both birds had fallen, the second exploding in a spectacular ball of orange and red as three RPG's had found their mark. Already a large number of his own men had fallen without ever even getting a glimpse of the Insurgent Leader, if he was even here to begin with.
His squad fell back across the street to safety, the machine gunner last to run as he provided a near constant stream of lead to persuade any pursuers. It was chaotic at best, a disorderly retreat from a hot zone deep inside enemy territory. The Radio Operator made one last transmission to Command: Mission Fail, requesting evac. The response was delayed, not from the time it took to send a radio signal from here to HQ located almost 4000 miles away but rather from the leaders of Command trying to grasp what had just happened. They gave the navigator the coordinates of the extraction point, and when plotting the distance out on the map it looked like it would take 11 days to get there, give or take. The men knew they needed a new leader fast, otherwise they would be overrun in a matter of moments. Night was falling fast.
Welcome to Night of the Werewolves XXII: The Road to Ruin
This will function as the game thread. The rules can be found >>HERE<<. To reiterate, the game will be structured as follows:
Days: 48 hours with a midday post 24 hours in
Nights: 24 hours
To give an idea of the current time, treat this opening post as a midday post. Night will fall in roughly 24 hours. No accusations or votes, Role Play only at this point.
PM's have been sent.
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