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Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Loden was slowly coming to terms with the death of Brand. The emotions were powerful, overwhelming him even. But walking in on Masef and Varrick just helped to kick his emotions into anger, that much faster. Masef mentioned the soldiers in the street. Loden had indeed seen them, but didn't give it much thought. Obviously, Masef had thought this through a bit further than Loden Grimm had the opportunity to think about. He wasted precious hours denying what he was slowly coming to terms with. Brand was dead and it had something to do with the soldiers out in the street.

Loden listened to Masef's words, "Do we stand and fight? Do we lure them away from the village?" Loden had to repeat these words a few time in his head before he accepted the fact, he was about to go to war with his brothers and sisters against an opponent they knew very little about if nothing at all. Brand always said, 'to defeat an enemy it is best to know as much as you can about them.' Then he would say, 'lacking that, know yourself.' I would say we had that working in our favor. If we didn't know them, we at least knew ourselves.

"Let them come in and drag us out," Loden allowed the words to gargle out of his mouth. He walked in the room feeling grief, sadness, denial and anxiety. With those words from Masef, he was now feeling anger and ready to reap some retribution to whoever masef, Varrick, Kiera, Ashira, Beren, Grey or anyone else he trusted considered to be the enemy. He was ready to fight. It was then, that he acknowledged his desire and ability to go to war, that he found his right hand resting on the hilt of Skarpinne. "What's the plan?" Loden smiled realizing that he passed on to an anger that warmed him, comforted him and helped him to deal with the loss of Brand.

Before Masef could say another word, Varrick escalated their posture by kicking the door to Muttle's office, knocking whoever was on the other side onto his backside. Loden flashed Skarpinne out of its sheath and readied for something. He didn't know what they were getting into but he was ready to fight, whoever it was.

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Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

@POOHEAD189, check this out for TL;DR...
3rd Platoon, I company, a platoon of six armored Cars, caught an ambush inside the city of Calagahn. The armored Car platoon broke contact, losing two vechicles in the process. Also, 1st and 4th squads, 2nd platoon, D company, who were also conducting presence patrols in the city, rushed forward, to cover the armored cars' withdrawal. The Platoon HQs, 2nd and 3rd squads, 2nd Platoon D Company, joined the fight and were pushing toward the building from the south. Incoming mortar fire caught the infantry in the opening and the Platoon Sergeant made the decision for the 2nd Platoon to break contact and drop back about 2 Kilometers to the south. After reconsolidating at a Rally Point, the 2nd Platoon D Company realized they lost 39% of their comrades back in the city. The Armored car platoon also lost about 33% of their strength in that action.

We could use some tanks.

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Working on one now.

EDIT: DONE!
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Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

My platoon just took 20 KIA and 3 WIA. Without a medical facility available, those WIAs are going to be in a world of hurt. The Platoon went into the city with 42 soldiers and came out with 26. That is 39% casualties. Those mortars did a number on them.

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

"Conserve ammunition!" Sergeant Bishop yelled at first and fourth squads repeatedly. "Aim first and then squeeze the trigger! Lighten up on that AGL!" The fourth squad leader walked back and forth encouraging the men on as Sergeant Kunst ran back to the hasty support by fire position.

Private Rutger Passet caught a round high on the left shoulder. It spun him around and knocked him back onto the dusty soil about eight feet away. PFC Larry Fokking flew through the air flipping end over end six times in rapid succession from the impact of a buzzbomb. His body slammed into one of the adobe stucco type building, killing him on impact.

Sergeant Kunst saw the two casualties yelling, "Medic! Take a look at these men!" He saw the platoon medic ducked behind a building. It was time for the one man who might be able to save some lives to go to work.

Sergeant Kunst looked at the target building. He could see a few dozen heads bobbing up and down from behind cover. Then he remembered the Lieutenant. "Dagger Six, this is Dagger one, SITREP, over."

"Dagger one, dagger six, send it, over," came the response.

"Dagger six, dagger one, we responded to a distress call from Indigo element. Provide supporting fires, they lost two vehicles in the kill zone. Target building is large adobe style stucco building to our east and north of your position. Estimate a hundred plus regular infantry and several dozen militia armed with a variety of small arms to include buzzbombs and RPGs. We have sustained one KIA and one WIA. Class V is diminishing as we speak. Recommend we break contact and link up at rally point Papa Bear three clicks south of here, over."

"Dagger one, this is dagger six, roger good copy. We are not going to break contact...." and then the radio went dead just as the Mortar rounds began impacting around second and third squad.

"Dagger six, this is a dagger one, over?" Sergeant Kunst spoke into the radio as mortar rounds landed in the city just south east of where he stood. He then turned to the fourth squad leader, "Bishop!" He yelled, "I think something is wrong with zero six. prepare the squads to unass the AO! We got mortars coming in on us." With the next explosion, the first squad's jeep was hit, Private Bastiaan Oonk and PFC Albert Felton were killed instantly. Their jeep and corpses were tossed fifty feet into the air. "Bishop! We need to get out of here now!"

Sergeant Bishop turned to acknowledge Sergeant Kunst. A round struck him in the neck, separating the man's head from his torso. The body belonging to Sergeant Hansen Biship stood erect for a full three seconds before it realized it no longer had a head telling it what to do. Kunst watched the man in horror as if time slowed down. It teetered and then faster and faster to the ground. It was a very odd sensation. He could no longer hear the screams from men being hit. He could no longer take his eyes of his friend's body. His arms did not extend as if to catch himself from falling.

Then he woke up. "Get out of here! Everyone Move! Back to your Skimmers, GO! GO! GO!" He yelled over and over at the survivors. "Run! Get your asses in gear!" Kunst was one of the last to leave. He keyed the mic again, "Dagger Six, this is dagger one, over,"

Finally a response came over the radio, "Dagger one this is dagger fife, Dagger six is KIA. I've ordered Dagger two and dagger three back to rally point Papa Bear. See you in fife mikes, over."

Sergeant Kunst caught up to his squad as they raced toward the skimmers. Mortar rounds were landing heavier in the area they just vacated. the soil was ripped up and the corpses of their friends were mixing with the sand and other debris being tilled in the afternoon heat. The squads arrived at the skimmers and took off heading south toward their rally point with the rest of the platoon.

Shortly after arriving, Master Sergeant Klinker and Sergeant Kunst set up a security perimeter and began collecting ACE reports from the squad leaders. ACE is an acronym for Ammunition, Casualties and Equipment.

Sergeant Kunst found his own squad in possession of fifty percent of its basic load of ammunition (BLA). He had six soldiers left, with Private Koenraad Price suffering from a broken left arm. He had suffered a through and through injury where the projectile passes through the limb and continues on to some other location. Second squad had four survivors including their jeep and their assistant squad leader, Corporal Jouke Rosen. Third squad consisted of seven survivors. PFC Gerard Kotts and Private Harold Lucius were KIA. The fourth squad now consisted of six men. They had two wounded soldiers, The Assistant Squad Leader, who was now their squad leader, Corporal Dedrick Schlief lost his helmet and suffered a laceration across his left cheek that ripped the top of his ear lobe off. Blood was gushing down his cheek and across his chin, but the medic was looking after it. The fourth squad jeep driver also took a hit in the right shoulder, but it was not enough to kill him. It was for the best part a minor flesh wound. The Platoon Headquarters only lost the Platoon Leader, Lieutenant Michel Vandervoort. The platoon was now down to twenty-six survivors. Everyone was panting excitedly. More than a few hands were shaking, not a calm nerve in the bunch.

"Charlie Six, this is Dagger fife, over," Master Sergeant Klinker called over the radio. He paused six seconds and tried again, "Charlie Six, this is Dagger fife, SITREP over." He tried a few more times and then gave up. He was getting no response. Sergeant Klinker looked at his NCO leadership who were huddled around him, "It looks like we are on our own boys. Whatever happened at Able, it don't look good. Whatever hit us in that town, ain't good either."

"Maybe we should link up with that armored car platoon," Sergeant Kunst recommended.

"Roger that, Gottfried," Sergeant Klinker responded. "I'll give them a call now and set up a rendezvous point."

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Weekends are the best time for me to post. The wife works all weekend. It is just me and the kids. I throw a back hand and yell, "Shaddap, you!" then I get to post. :D

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

I'm getting ready to call in some armor. Are you going to make an armor platoon? :D

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

Excellent post, Austronaut!

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

First Squad, 2nd Platoon, Dog Company rushed in to where third platoon, I Company were pulling back to. "Lay down a base of fire!" Sergeant Kunst wanted to cover their withrdawal. The Slammer grunts dismounted their skimmers, spreading out on foot to find cover, whatever was available. The jeep containing two soldiers and an automatic grenade launcher began pumping out 40mm grenades at a cyclic rate of three rounds per second. Small 5 meter diameter explosions creating a swath of deathly grey circles between the retreating Armored Cars and the suspected threat. The other seven solders of the squad added their 20mm assault rifle fire to the mix, attempting to pin down whatever threat was out there.

Shortly, after the grunts arrived, rendering assistance to their friends in I company, everyone heard the message from the third platoon leader, “Item Three Four to all Slammers Elements, Bandits in the city with buzzbombs and cammo cloth. We are two cars down and withdrawing west.”

The remaining elements of the third platoon made it out safe and within two minutes, fourth squad, Dog Company arrived to assist the first squad. The fourth squad's jeep had a buzz bomb instead of an AGL. Sergeant Biship ordered his squad to fill in with the first squad members as he spoke with Sergeant Kunst.

"Have you made contact with the I company Platoon Leader yet?"

"No Hansen, I have not," Gottfried Kunst yelled to his fellow squad leader. "Take charge of the two squads, I will seek out the Armor Car PL and report to the LT." Kunst looked down range, pointing at the adobe style building where most of the fire was coming from. HE pointed from their vantage point toward the building, "keep up an intense volume on that building. Don't let anyone out! I'll let you know once I speak to their PL!" Bishop nodded his head, rendered a thumbs up and checked the positions of the two squad members. He made a few adjustments to insure someone was watching both flanks of their support by fire position.

Gottfried Kunst ran back to the armored Kunst just as an intensive explosion rippled through the city of adoby style buildings. Many windows disintegrated as a wave of heat and dust passed across the infantry firing on the building.

Sergeant Kunst fell to a prone position and jumped back onto his feet, trying to utter, 'what the f---?' when he heard someone to his front exclaim, "Jehovah’s balls what was that?”

"My sentiments exactly," Sergeant Kunst stated as he caught up to Corporal Artevelder. "Hey Corporal, where's your Platoon Leader?" The Corporal tossed a thumb over his shoulder pointing to one of the other cars. Kunst ran to the vehicle in order to find whoever the element leader was.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Vandervoort and Sergeant Klinker raced across the stretch of open ground between Camp Able and Calagahn. The gun fire from inside the city was picked up on the HUDs of their helmets. They could see his two squads engaged with the unknown enemy. They heard the transmission from the I Company Platoon.

"Dagger one, this is Dagger three, SITREP, over," the Platoon Leader reached out to his first squad leader in Calagahn.

"Dagger six, attempting to establish contact with the Indigo element. Will give you a thorough SITREP after that conversation. Continue to within two hundred mikes of our position, how copy, over."

"Dagger one, Dagger Six, roger out," the lieutenant accepted the Sergeant's situation report as is and left him to develop the situation. The Lieutenant then turned to the second and third squads, waved an arm forward as the fourteen skimmers and four jeeps headed down the city streets toward the contact point. They were actually further to the south of the contact and halted three city blocks from the objective building. "Park your skimmers here, we'll go in on foot. Keep the jeeps in a support role behind the squads, Second on the left and third on the right."

"Sir, Sergeant Kunst said to halt back two hundred meters and await for his sitrep," Master Sergeant Klinker reminded the brand new second lieutenant.

"Sergeant," Lieutenant Vandervoort turned abruptly to the 38 year old NCO with fifteen years with the Slammers. "I am well aware of what the First squad leader told me. I happen to believe that if we don't get into this fight ASAP, it will be over before it is started. If you don't mind, remain with the support vehicles and insure they find excellent vantage points to place suppressive fire from."

Sergeant Klinker was not one to mince words with his platoon leader, even if he had only been in the army all day. "Sir, yes sir!" The Master Sergeant executed an about face and double timed back to the jeeps as the Lieutenant took the dismounted squads forward. "Don't get your balls blown off, dick head," Sergeant Klinker muttered under his breath so no one heard him before hopping into his jeep driven by Private Willem Sellers.

"Follow the infantry, Sellers," Klinker ordered the Private, "but not too close."

Boots on the Ground - A Sci Fi Military RP

That is a good idea. Just to let you know, I filled out the platoon with names long before we opened the IC up. I will post their names in y Character Sheet to keep them in the same place.

It appears, I am your cavalry...on the way to the rescue.