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24 days ago
Current Summer break begins today!
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3 mos ago
I will continue to be one of the oldest members of this community in August.
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5 mos ago
If you are a fan of Warhammer 40,000 or Age of Sigmar, let me know. Maybe we can put together an RP. I play Ironjawz & Kruleboyz in AOS and Salamanders & Drukhari in 40K.
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2 yrs ago
Happy holidays, everyone!
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2 yrs ago
Summer break is almost over. Back to work/school and all that non-fun stuff.
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I am a veteran of the United States Army and the US Army National Guard. I spent three years on Active Duty serving in the 4th Infantry Division (Mechanized) at Ft. Carson, CO, and the 3rd Armor Division at Kirch Göns, West Germany. I spent 18 years in the Army National Guard with the 26th Infantry Division "Yankee" and 29th Infantry Division (Light), "The Blue and the Gray". I was deployed to Bosnia-Herzegovina with the 29th ID (L) in 2001 - 2002. I have also been reading military history articles and books since I was 10 years old. I do prefer Military Role Plays over all other genres, primarily because I have a vast knowledge of the subject including personal experiences. At the very least, my characters are always veterans.

I have been writing for pleasure for at least 35+ years but only got into forum-based Role Playing about eighteen years ago. I do enjoy Nation Role Plays and get into minute detail when designing my military. The only reason I enjoy excruciating detail in my militaries is because for me, it is fun. My education and experience on this subject afford me the insight to see the depth of the structure. It is not just a General and a large pile of soldiers. If someone wants assistance in designing an army, navy, or air force, please send me a PM. I will help. Please specify what level (echelon) or depth you would like me to go. When I say echelon, I mean Army, Corps, Division, Brigade/Regiment, Battalion/Squadron, Company/Troop/Battery, Platoon, and Squad/Section.

When I was a student in High School, I used to play Dungeons & Dragons. Recently, I have been DMing a 5e campaign of my creation for my son and his friends. 5e is so much less cumbersome than earlier editions of D&D. I do have an interest in Tolkien-esque fantasy-styled Role Plays as well. Time travel has always been a fun genre for me, but to do it well, one must have a firm grasp of historical facts.

There are only a few fanfictions I will participate in; Star Wars and Star Trek are two of them. I want to do an exclusively Klingon RP one of these days. I also avoid Canon characters.

I have real-world martial arts experience. I would love to write an RP about hand-to-hand combat, no fantasy magic chit, just hands elbows, knees, and feet. Maybe the occasional head butt thrown in to mix things up. I trained in Krav Maga for six and a half years. I earned a first-degree black belt in Krav Maga on 3 June 2017.

Krav Maga is an Israeli martial art form that employs practical self-defense techniques drawing forms & techniques from Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and Taekwando. It is very brutal, demanding, and aggressive. During the seven years I trained, I have bruised two ribs, sustained several muscle pulls, and various lacerations and bruises over my body. I have received a sprained ankle and a fractured wrist. Before the first black belt test, I received a bone bruise to my right shin; where my roundhouse kicks impact. Yet, I am stupid enough to continue training. [Regardless of the physical pain, it is more fun than any other physical activity I have engaged in. Fortunately, the bone bruise healed up prior to the third and final test. EDIT: I did leave the sport over five years ago. :(]

Over two years ago I completed my first novel, a science fiction set in the 24th century. It focuses on a Private Military Corporation solely employed by the earth government. I started a second book in November 2022 and hope to work on that this summer when I have more time.

Send me a PM for a Role Play or if you would like to see what sort of an army I could build for you.

--Gunther (AKA: Old School)



Gunthers Cast of Hooligans

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@Byrd Man I love the
come-home-with-your shield-or-on-it type of operation
line. This made me LOL.
If shit gets bad, blend back into the countryside.
Additional NPCs include the following. Feel free to write with them if you like...

A Company, 3rd Battalion, 75th Ranger Advanced Party
1LT Francisco Lopez – Company XO, A/3-75 Rangers, M4 Carbine coordinating with SF and Guerrillas.
SFC Javier Jiminez – Operations Sergeant, M4 Carbine
SSG Romeo Catalano – Sapper Liaison, M4 Carbine
SSG Leopold Sokolov – Target Acquisition Specialist/Joint Forward Air Controller, M4 Carbine
SPC Satish Srinivas – RTO for TAS/FAC, M4 Carbine

Security Element

SSG Zach Novak – Squad Leader, 1st Squad, 1st Platoon, A Company, M4 Carbine
SGT Donald Carrington – A Team Leader, 1st Squad, 1st Platoon, A Company, M4
PFC Swaroop Aidasani – SAW Gunner, 1st Squad, M249 SAW
PFC Benedict Feldman – Grenadier, 1st Squad, M4 Carbine with M203 Grenade Launcher
SPC John Wilson – Designated Marksman, 1st Squad, Mk-14 Rifle /w scope
SGT Andrew Kalin – B Team Leader, 1st squad, 1st Platoon, A Company, M4 Carbine
PFC Daisuke Nakatome – SAW Gunner, 1st Squad, M249 SAW
SPC Ralph Peterson – Grenadier, 1st Squad, M4 Carbine with M203 Grenade Launcher
PFC Albert Gee – Rifleman, 1st Squad, M4 Carbine & M1014 Benelli Shotgun

Alpha Detachment, 10th Special Forces Group
Team Leader: Captain Tom Stewart, FN SCAR-L & FNX-45 Tactical
Team XO: CW3 Edison Mills, FN SCAR-L & FNX-45 Tactical
Team Chief: MSG Morse, FN SCAR-H & FNX-45 Tactical
SFC Park, Light Weapons specialist, FN SCAR-L
SFC Sidana, Communications NCO, FN SCAR-L
SGT Metaxas, Combat Engineer, FN SCAR-H
SSG Khoury, Team Medic, FN SCAR-L
SSG Chartier, Heavy Weapons Specialist, FN SCAR-H
SFC Buhari, Combat Engineer, M249 SAW
SGT Haddad, Communications NCO, FN SCAR-H/w M203 Grenade Launcher
SGT Meyer, Team Medic, FN SCAR-L
SGT Halverson, Heavy Weapons Specialist, FN SCAR-L /w M203 Grenade Launcher

Vermont Guerrillas - other members of MSG Morse's Guerrilla Platoon
Peter Couture of Burlington
Donald Tremblay of Bolton
Ray Gagne of Essex
The Needle’s Eye


Mount Mansfield, the highest elevation in Vermont at 4,393 feet above sea level overlooked the Needle’s Eye just east of Underhill, Vermont. The Needle’s Eye is actually a pass formed by two ridgelines south of Mount Mansfield. The hunting lodge where the group was meeting was located several hundred meters below the pass itself, closer to the Butler Lodge Trailhead. Four-wheel drive vehicles were necessary to arrive safely at the lodge.

As vehicles moved closer to the lodge, they fell under the watchful eye of an American M249 Squad Automatic Weapon and an eagle-eyed Marksman from the Third Ranger Battalion armed with a 7.62mm Enhanced Battle Rifle or Mark 14. A soldier from the Third Ranger Battalion stopped each vehicle to ask the occupants a few questions simply to confirm they were in the proper place. The soldier was dressed in the current Army Combat Uniform (ACU) wearing an Assault Vest, webbed belt and tan colored beret pulled tightly down the right side of his head. The 3rd Ranger Battalion flash and 75th Ranger regimental crest emblazoned upon the front face. The soldier had an M4 Carbine slung across his left shoulder across his chest, with the rifle hanging under his right arm, pulled to the rear to appear as though it was attached to his back.

Once the NCO authorized the occupants to continue along the road, they were directed to move an additional two hundred yards, where they would arrive at an opening to park their vehicle and then walk another hundred yards to the lodge at the base of The Needle’s Eye.

Ben Giguere was just as surprised as everyone else in the SUV when the Ranger NCO stepped from behind a tree, his arm extended in the traditional method to get a vehicle to stop. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” The Sergeant awaited a response. Once the NCO was satisfied with the initial responses, he stated, "I will ask a few questions simply to confirm you are indeed patriotic Americans."

“Name the US Senator from Vermont who ran for President in 2016.” The Sergeant had a prepared list of questions for each party that attempted access. The questions were designed so that someone from Vermont, not just the United States would know the answers. Some questions were easier than others.
“Name both NFL Teams that have won the most Super Bowls in NFL history.”
“Which team is known for overcoming the largest deficit in Super Bowl History and how many points was this deficit?”
“Which Quarterback in the NFL is considered the Greatest of All Time?”
“Who is the Greatest American hockey player of all time?”


Ben listened to the conversation from the front seat knowing the answers to each question. But Joe and Danny seemed to have the situation well in hand. Once the Ranger NCO was satisfied, he directed the driver forward.

Upon their approach to the lodge, they spotted Master Sergeant Tyus Morse, the large African American from Rhode Island. He was dressed in ACUs with Assault vest similar the Ranger. MSG Morse wore the recognizable green beret with the green flash and SF crest denoting the 10th Special Forces Group. Upon his back was strapped an FN SCAR-H 17 battle rifle chambered in 7.62mm. The senior NCO also wore a tactical holster for his an FNX-45 Tactical handgun.

“Greetings gentlemen!” his deep voice boomed as the Vermont men approached. He shook each of their hands with a warm smile, ushering them inside. “I would like to introduce you to a few people. At a large table on the right side of room sat ten people dressed very similarly to Danny, Joe, Ben and Preston. MSG Morse introduced the group to Peter Couture of Burlington; Donald Tremblay of Bolton and Ray Gagne of Essex along with the others from their respective groups.

“These three gentlemen each lead a group of fighters like you with roughly five to eight people prepared to fight alongside you. The four groups, you all represent will form a platoon. I am the platoon leader and Sergeant First Class Park is the Platoon Sergeant. After Captain Stewart’s presentation you will each be given a mission. I will get together with everyone and go over the plan. Any of you know your way around explosives?”

Ben and Preston took a seat at the table behind Mr. Couture, Mr. Tremblay and Mr. Gagne. The group waited for the rest of the guests to file into the room and take seats. It was another fifteen minutes before they got started.

A six-foot soldier with erect posture wearing no headgear, a perfectly shaved blonde high and tight haircut and sharp steel gray eyes. His cheeks hollowed forcing his cheek bones and pointed beak-like nose to be overly prominent. The man could have been thirty years of age and had an unmistakable professionalism about him; a command presence.

As the man reached the center of the room, the NCOs in the room all became quiet, focusing their attention on him. Their behavior guided the resistance fighters to imitate them. “Good morning ladies and gentlemen, my name is Captain Tom Stewart, I am the team commander for the NCOs who have met with your groups over the past few weeks.” Captain Stewart retained a professional military bearing that captured everyone’s attention in the room.

“Today, my staff and I will present you with a mission we will perform in just under forty-eight hours. I must say that I appreciate the efforts you are performing for your country. A foreign invader has taken over our country!” He exclaimed this statement allowing it to hang in the air for several seconds to get the full effect. “For several of us, loved ones have been taken away and killed or detained in prison cells, God only knows where. Because of your efforts we will strive diligently to eject this foreign invader from our country. You gentlemen are true patriots and have officially been named The Green Mountain Boys. I truly hope you live up to the reputation of the original group of Vermont Volunteers who helped to fight another foreign power in the creation of our great nation.” Now if only Captain Tom Stewart of Boston, Massachusetts were named Ethan Allen instead.

“Before we begin the presentation, I wish to introduce my staff,” Captain Stewart continued, glancing over at the six men standing along the left wall of the room. Before he introduced them, he would introduce the men most of the resistance fighters had some familiarity with. “To my right is Chief Warrant Officer Edison Mills from Portsmouth, New Hampshire. He is my right-hand man advising me on several matters in the conduct of our operations. He is the team Executive Officer or Second in Command.” Chief Mills raised his right hand to identify himself to the occupants of the room. The man, was relatively non-descript, standing at about 69” and weighing possibly 165 lbs. His brown eyes revealed a very focused serious individual.

“At the rear of the room is Master Sergeant Tyus Morse of Providence, Rhode Island. He is my left hand and a very valuable member of my team. Next to him is Sergeant First Class Brian Park of Boston, Massachusetts, my home town, Hua! Sergeant Park is our gun guy. If you have any issues with firearms or require additional training, he will see that you get it.” Captain Stewart introduced the rest of the team, SFC Sidana of Quincy, MA; SGT Metaxas of Portland, ME; SSG Khoury of Bridgeport, CT; SSG Chartier of Mansfield, MA; SFC Buhari of Lowell, MA; SGT Haddad of Worcester, MA; SGT Meyer of White River Junction, VT; and SGT Halverson of Concord, NH. Every two NCOs would serve as Platoon Leader and Platoon Sergeant for a similar group of four or five resistance cells or groups of 20 – 26 men per platoon.

After introducing his team, he then introduced the six men to his left. He pointed at the first man stating, “this is First Lieutenant Francisco Lopez, Company Executive Officer for A Company, Third Battalion, 75th Rangers.” The Lieutenant took a step forward, raised a hand in a waving gesture and returned to his position. Each of the NCOs with him performed the same act. “Next to him is Sergeant First Class Javier Jiminez, Operations Sergeant for A Company, 3rd Ranger battalion; Staff Sergeant Romeo Catalano, Sapper Liaison from the Ranger Regiment; Staff Sergeant Leopold Sokolov, Target Acquisition Specialist & Forward Air Controller and Specialist Srinivas, Radio Telephone Operator for Sergeant Sokolov.” All six of the soldiers wore the same tan colored beret with the Ranger flash and crest. Upon closer inspection, one might note the Sapper LNO, Forward Observer and his RTO wore the Regimental flash with the crest instead of the third battalion’s flash.

“The Green Mountain Boys are supporting A Company, Third Battalion, 75th Rangers during their mission. The signal to initiate the Burlington Raid will come immediately following their initiation of the airfield seizure of Burlington International Airport. Intelligence has confirmed that an over strength platoon of Staatssicherheitsdienst, State Security Service or more commonly known as the East German Stasi. They are armed with Heckler & Koch assault rifles and handguns. The Soviets have positioned the 31st Guards Fighter Aviation and the 85th Guards Fighter Aviation Regiments including eighteen MiG-31 Foxhounds, twenty-four Su-27 Flankers and eight Mi-24 Hind-D helicopters at this airport. The Rangers will seize the airfield and destroy all Soviet fighter aircraft on the ground there. Lieutenant Lopez will coordinate our activities with his Ranger Company. I would like for Lieutenant Lopez to brief you all on the Ranger’s plan for the airfield.” Captain Stewart looked at the Lieutenant and stepped back yielding the floor to the younger officer.

“As the Captain said, I am Lieutenant Lopez,” the 25-year old Mexican American stated. The man stood 69” tall and weighed about 200 Lbs with a muscular bulk in the chest, shoulders and upper arms. It was apparent the man was a weight lifter. “The soldiers you encountered on your drive in this morning make up our security element. They are a squad in one of the ranger platoons. My team will mark a Landing Zone (LZ) for five CH-47 Chinooks ferrying ten Ranger Special Operations Vehicles, ten Kawasaki 250cc motorcycles and forty Rangers from A Company, Third Ranger Battalion. These vehicles will land at Jaycee Park off Patchen Road in Burlington, then race up White Street to assist in the seizure of BIA, a distance of roughly three quarters of a mile. The other half of my team will mark a Drop Zone on the Burlington International Airport. The remainder of the Company will be transported in a single C-17 Globemaster to conduct an airborne insertion upon the runways at BIA. Preceding our aircraft into the Northern Vermont Area of Operations by twenty minutes is a squadron F-22 Joint Strike Fighters out of Chanute Air Force Base in Eastern Illinois. There is also a flight of four A-10 Attack Aircraft which will conduct a strike on the airfield ten minutes prior to the airborne landings, then take up a loitering station over the Grand Isle in Lake Champlain prepared to react to any targets identified by Staff Sergeant Sokolov and Specialist Srinivas. Canada has allowed us to use their air space to move aircraft from the free zones of the United States into the Soviet Controlled areas of Eastern US. Once the airfield is secure, Combat Engineers or Sappers from the Ranger’s Special Troops Battalion will prepare explosives to destroy the sixty combat aircraft expected to be parked on the ground at BIA. While the RSOV platoon is cordoning off the airfield and the Sappers are destroying the aircraft, the two Ranger platoons will engage the East German technicians and police officers defending the base to prevent them from interfering with the mission of destroying enemy aircraft on the runway. Once this mission is complete, A Company will disappear into the Green Mountains in squad sized elements to assist you in your interdiction efforts in combatting the enemy. The Rangers will be called upon to perform missions from time to time and possibly be extracted by boat or helicopter at a future date and time to be determined.”

Lieutenant Lopez returned to the left side of the room allowing Captain Stewart to return to center stage. “Thank you, Lieutenant,” the Captain spoke to the Ranger XO looking at him as he took command of the room once again. “Now that you know what the Rangers are doing in Burlington, you may want to know what all of us are doing. As I have stated, your groups have been organized into five platoon-sized elements of twenty-five to thirty individuals per platoon lead by a pair of Special Forces NCOs. Each platoon will have a separate mission. Your NCOs are well briefed on their missions and they will share details with you later this afternoon. I will go over the scope of what the recently resurrected Green Mountain Boys will be performing in less than two days. The raids are initiated by the distinctive sound of A-10 Thunderbolts strafing aircraft near the runway and dropping cratering charges. It will be unmistakable when you hear it. I promise you have never heard anything like this before. This is your cue to conduct your raids. Have your ambushes in position prior to the start time.”

Captain Stewart used a flip chart with large sheets of paper to help explain the mission and intent of the Green Mountain Boys. “Our largest threat to the Ranger’s operation will be the Vermont State Police and local law enforcement. We don’t believe that a majority of the native, American police officers are loyal to the Soviets. It would be understandable that they feigned loyalty to prevent death or imprisonment. Therefore, if you encounter the local cops, make an effort not to kill them. This part of the operation can get pretty dicey for all of you.”

Captain Stewart flipped a page on the chart pack to reveal a hand drawn map of the Burlington Area. Meaningless marks were scribbled over the black lines representing streets and various structures in Burlington, specifically around the airport. Captain Stewart pointed to the airport with a laser pointer, “Obviously this is where the Rangers will be operating.” Then he highlighted the park less than a mile west of the airport, “and the Landing Zone where the Ranger’s vehicles will land.” Next, he highlighted several different police buildings. “Our biggest threat to the Ranger’s mission are local and state law enforcement agencies. We believe the Soviets, or more appropriately, the East Germans have either replaced American cops with East German Stasi or some other Eastern European group. It will be your job to isolate the Airport by attacking each of these police stations simultaneously. I am aware police have officers in patrol cars, but if they cannot communicate with one another, they become isolated and lonely. When you are on patrol, the one comfort you have is knowing a brother is there to back you up. Remove the communications and you are alone. Besides, we believe the officers on patrol will not want to stop anyone from removing the Soviets or their East German puppets.”

“Master Sergeant Morse,” The Captain looked at his Team Chief. “Your platoon will target the Vermont State Police barracks in Williston. This station contains the Northern Vermont Communications Center. All radio traffic coming from patrol cars in the Burlington region is bounced off the communications equipment at the Williston barracks and retransmitted all over Northern Vermont in order for the proper unit to receive its messages. This is a vital communications node and must be eliminated as soon as possible. Master Sergeant Morse has a plan to take down this commo node by establishing two ambushes, one near the exit ramp from I-89 and the second at the intersection of Route 2A and the nearby shopping mall entrances. Two squads will enter the building with the intent to destroy the communications equipment at the building and to eliminate anyone who does not belong. Anyone who chooses to stand their ground and fight back, should be eliminated. Exercise discretion. There is no need to harm police officers who would rather not work for the Soviets.”

“Sergeant First Class Sidana’s platoon will conduct a similar raid on the South Burlington Police Department on Gregory Drive with the same Rules of Engagement or ROE. Plan for ambush sites to isolate the building as necessary.”

“Staff Sergeant Chartier’s platoon will conduct a raid on Chittendon County Sheriff’s Office on Ethan Allen Drive. Notice your proximity to the airport. The Rangers will be very close to your objective.”

“Sergeant First Class Buhari’s platoon will conduct a raid on the Burlington Police Station on North Ave near Battery Park and Sergeant Halverson’s Platoon will conduct a raid on the US Marshall’s Office on Pearl Street. I want both of these last two platoons to establish ambush sites isolating the two buildings. Buhari’s Platoon should be prepared to reinforce Halverson’s platoon if necessary. Ambush teams should be prepared to reinforce either of the two raiding teams. Beware of the proximity of your teams to one another. You are both down town and have the opportunity to support one another directly. Insure these two teams coordinate with another before leaving today.”

Captain Stewart concluded his briefing then stated, “In case you were wondering, there are similar raids like this one happening all over New England and up and down the East Coast. Georgia has a much larger, organized group and are hitting several establishments in the Atlanta and Savanah areas. Pease Air Force Base in New Hampshire has been repurposed by the Russians and will be hit just like we are hitting BIA. Manchester-Boston Airport in New Hampshire will receive the same treatment. B Company of the 3rd Rangers are hitting Manchester Boston and C Company of the 3rd Rangers are hitting Pease AFB. US Navy Seals are hitting Coast Guard targets along the coast in Maine, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut. This will be one massive guerrilla raid conducted upon our invaders up and down the Eastern Seaboard. We are going to break up into our small groups now. If you have any questions, please address them to your assigned NCOs. Thank you very much for coming. Your nation appreciates everything you are doing for them. God Bless!”
@Apollosarcher, good post. I must now reveal Mokra Tem. @reiko and @pundii have yet to post.
I hope to have time to start a post this afternoon. Should have it up by tomorrow night. I have a bunch of NPCs to introduce and will go over an Operations Plan for the Burlington Raid.
M o k r a T e m & D e l Q u i n’ j o r r a
Nar Shaddaa - Refugee Sector
The Refuge Cantina

A catchy tune played from the speakers in the semi-dark room. A musky odor filled their nostrils. Mo’s eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light. He could hear just enough. A low rumble of conversations was audible, but not too much. The instructions they received was to meet at table 17 in this gin joint known as The Refugee. Mokra Tem advised a bit of caution, “let’s just not stroll into a shit show and get our PJs all wet, Del.” Mokra was worried that whoever this person was giving them a job was really out to kill them. “How about we just sit here at a comfortable distance and watch everyone wander in. That way we know who is giving out the job and get an eyeful of our crewmates?”

“Mo,” Del said cheerfully, patting the Kel Dorian on the shoulder, “I think you’ve been running with me too long. You’re starting to sound like me.” The human had a wry grin on his face, which partnered with his scuff, his outfit and overall attitude really made him seem like old fashioned space scum. The kind of scum that you didn’t mind having your back in a scrap, at least. “It’s a smart plan, but if the job’s legit, we have to make contact. So, we’ll do the old bait maneuver. If we’re walking into an all new shitshow here, i’ll be the one to spring it.” Del flicked a small device between his fingers. Too small to be a thermal detonator, he had a small flash bomb ready to go on his person. “You take a good vantage point behind the rest of them at the table. If you could use that fancy disappearin’ act, it’d be grand. But, we’ll probably have to improvise like always.” He winked at his alien partner. “Look on the bright side: if anyone gets shot, it’ll probably be me this time.”

“I’ll try,” Mokra responded. He wasn’t too confident about his disappearing act. Maybe it would work this time. Maybe if he thought he was invisible, he would actually be invisible? “Let me try it now; right here.” Mokra looked at the floor, while focusing. He thought of himself going invisible. He tried real hard. His body shook intensely as he tried to will himself to go invisible. His left arm wavered in and out of view. It looked as though it might work, but then after a full two minutes of trying, his arm was still just as visible as the rest of him. “Nope. Can’t do it, Del.” I’ll just walk behind them and stand there watching. Who cares if they can see me?”

“Don’t just stand behind them like you’re a hungry graul. Blend in with the crowd, hold a drink in your hand or something. Look inconspicuous; at least as much as you can.”

“Yea, that will work. I’ll do that then,” Mokra responded. “Now? Go now?”

“Not just yet,” Del muttered, spying the Nautolan walking towards the table with the Zabrak. At least they hadn’t been noticed yet, hopefully anyways. Del’s face scrunched as he eyed the doctor approaching the Zabrak. “I think I’ve seen this guy before…” he muttered, placing his index finger on his chin. The man gently tapped it three times. “Wait, I know it!” The human turned to Mokra. “He’s a bleeding heart doctor, helping refugees in the worst parts of town. What the hell is a guy like that meeting with a bunch of scumbags like the Exchange?”

“Only one way to find out,” Mo responded. The two watched the conversation. They couldn’t hear what was being said. Eventually, the Zabrak and his entourage departed, leaving the Nautolan doctor alone at table 17. “Well, this seems to be my cue.” Mokra gave the disappearing act one more try. He focused on the cloak, trying to remember what happened to him when he broke the vase a few decades earlier at home. It took about ninety seconds and the Kel Dorian disappeared from view. “Del, did it work?”

“You crazy bastard, it worked!” Del exclaimed in a hushed whisper. “Time for me to play nice and meet the good doctor. You just get comfy and be ready to strike if things go south quick.” Del stood up from his seat and gave a knowing wink towards where he thought Mokra was. “I can always trust you to watch my back. Now, let’s see if we’re walking into a job, or a trap.” Del casually stood up and walked over to the doctor’s table. “So,” the human smuggler began, standing at a chair across from the Nautolan, “what the hell’s got a doctor getting wrapped up in…” the human paused for a moment, running exactly what they’d all been dragged into, “whatever this is?”

Mo silently moved behind the Nautolan doctor to listen to the conversation between him and Del Qin’jorra. He stood more than three feet away so as to not bump into him or do anything to let him know he was there. He also kept on eye on what was going on in the room so that nothing would surprise him or the group as it formed at table 17.


Collaboration between Gunther and @DruSM157

“The NFL is still in business, but I’m afraid you lost your money,” Sergeant Morse responded. “They are playing with abbreviated league this year. The AFC consists of the Denver Broncos, Houston Texans, Cincinnati Bengals, Cleveland Browns, Indianapolis Colts, Kansas City Chiefs, and Tennessee Titans while the NFC consists of the Chicago Bears, Dallas Cowboys, Detroit Lions, Green Bay Packers, Minnesota Vikings, and New Orleans Saints. The rest of the NFL has been taken over by the bad guys. Your beloved New England Patriots are in the hands of the Russians. Last, I heard they were pushing for the Major League Soccer to take over Gillette Stadium. In fact, both the New England Revolution and the Boston Bruins have been filled with Russian and Eastern European players loyal to the Soviet Union. The Russians stated they didn’t give a shit about American football and were not going to support such rubbish. In fact, the Major League Soccer is now called the American Premier Football League.” Tyus Morse was pretty disgusted by this. You could read it in his face it was one of those things that upset him. "I hate to say it, I have become a Dallas Cowboys fan just for this season. Dak Prescott looks pretty good. Roger Goodell even saw fit to suspend Ezekiel Elliot’s suspension. Elliot hired an attorney. There is no evidence to support Goodell’s claims. I hear Tom Brady is hiding out somewhere in the Italian Tyrol or Switzerland with his wife. The Russians have really fucked American sports hard. They have tried to make it European.”

“Wait a minute,” Ben Giguere stopped him. “What about the Seattle Seahawks, Oakland Raiders, Los Angeles Rams and all those west coast teams? You didn’t mention them.”

“Ah, you guys have been out of touch for quite some time haven’t you.” Brian Park quipped in. “Sure the Soviet Union made the opening moves on the East Coast, and two weeks later, the People’s Republic of China landed three PLA Army Groups along the west coast, one north of Los Angeles, one south of San Francisco and the third along the Oregon Washington border. They also crossed the Bering Strait. Yes, the Russians allowed a Chinese Army to cross in Siberia. I hear the Army Group that landed in Oregon contains a North Korean Army as well. But most of the North Korean forces were used to invade South Korea. Hawaii is also under control of the Chinese.”

“What about the Japanese?” Ben asked.

“They’re sitting this one out.” Brian listened to Danny’s comment about the Cowboys and the homebrew kit. “Yes sir, I can get you a homebrew kit. That sounds like a fantastic idea.” Brian Park laughed about the Cowboys sign in Russian. “That has already happened! I shit you not! Front line troops fighting along the western fringes of the Appalachian Mountains created fucking billboards that read such epithets as Go Cowboys! and the Patriots will Never Die! in Russian along several freeways in Pennsylvania and Virginia. Several teams were used in this purpose including the Eagles, Giants, Bills, Jaguars and Falcons. But most of these Russian written billboards simply have swears on them like Fuck You! or How many Russians does it take to screw in a light bulb? None, the East Germans do it for them. There isn’t a GI out there that isn’t outraged about the new American Premier Football League. APFL? It has no ring.”

“Well it appears at least the four of you are coming to the meeting,” Tyus Morse cut in. “That is wonderful. I look forward to seeing you there. We need to get going before it gets too dark. See you then.” With those parting words, the two Special Forces NCOs departed the hunting cabin.
Needle’s Eye



As Team Chief, Morse took the lead. “For those of you who don’t know who I am, my name is Master Sergeant Tyus Morse and this is Sergeant First Class Brian Park.” Tyus introduced his partner. “We are with the 10th Special Forces Group, US Army and are here to help.”

As the two moved inside the building it became apparent that Ben and Preston were having fits of giggles and sniggers at the two visitors. “Is there a problem?” Sergeant Park sternly asked the brothers.

Ben spoke up, “I take it you two wore these outfits in order to blend in, right?”

“Yes sir,” Brian responded. “That was the general intent.”

“Where are you boys from?”

“I was raised in Boston and Sergeant Morse is from Providence, Rhode Island,” Sergeant Park answered.

“You’ve never been to Vermont, have you?

“No, I cannot say I have, what’s your point?” Brian was growing impatient and could sense Morse was too.

“There is nothing wrong with what you are wearing, it is just all of your clothes appear to have just come out of the wrappers. They are very clean. They look like neither of you have worked a day in your life. Most people around here, work for a living. You both look like flatlanders coming up to Vermont on a skiing trip….in September.” Both Ben and Preston thought this was hilarious.

“Oh, I’m sure it will fool the Soviets, but not the locals. Hopefully, they are all friendly. But hell, they may not know if you are friends of the Soviets or the Americans,” Preston pointed out. “So, I guess it doesn’t matter.”

“Well alright then,” Sergeant Morse cut in. “Now that we have that out of the way, let’s sit down and get to work. You may want to take some notes if you have pen and paper.” Tyus Morse didn't have the time for such nonsense, but knew these were civilians and such antics should be expected. He waited for the group to be ready.

“You may or may not know, but there are more than two dozen resistance groups like yourselves operating in Northern Vermont. Following the recent murder of a KGB operative and his cohorts not far from here, the Russians are getting a bit antsy. They are increasing their patrols. Sergeant Park and I are members of an Alpha Detachment, you might call an A Team. There are twelve members to our team. The Team Commander, Captain Stewart and his executive officer, Chief Warrant Officer Mills are coordinating the activities or our groups. Four other two-man teams like Sergeant Park and myself are coordinating the activities with four or five small cells like this one. Essentially, we have a Company-sized formation of guerrillas who know these woods as well as you gentlemen. We have five platoons with four or five squad-sized elements per platoon. Two Special Forces NCOs are leading each platoon. Your cell and three others form the platoon that Sergeant Park and I are responsible for. We are inviting all of you or just two representatives from your group to come to a meeting with the other three cells at a cabin east of Stevensville, near the Mount Mansfield State Forest at a place called Needle’s Eye. It is there we will discuss an upcoming operation to assault a KGB stronghold in Burlington as well as cripple any air assets they have stored at Burlington International Airport.” Master Sergeant Morse stopped talking to let this information sink in.

Sergeant Morse noticed someone placed a beer in front of him. It was a Budweiser. He didn’t care for this weak piss-water, but figured it would be offensive not to accept. He smiled, popped the top and sipped at the cool refreshment inside. “I see you have been checking out your new toys,” smiling, he referred to the M4 Carbines a few of the members had on the table in front of them. “Are they zeroed?”

One member of the group responded that they zeroed the weapons as soon as they got them.

“Good,” Morse stated. “What other ordnance do you have?”

Ben Giguere answered this question, “we have ten M4 Carbines, two Mark 14 rifles, one M240 Machine gun, two Carl Gustav recoilless rifles with four High Explosive Dual Purpose rounds, two cases of 5.56mm Ammunition, that’s over 3300 rounds of five five six, a large foot locker filled with 30-round magazines, one case of 7.62mm linked ammunition, that’s 920 rounds, two boxes of fragmentation grenades, 50 each and a variety of flares.”

“Well, it seems you folks are in fine shape," MSG Morse smiled. "If you need more ammunition, weapons or systems, please give your list to Sergeant Park. He can help get them for you.” Sergeant Morse smiled at the assembled group and then stated, “before we leave, I would like to get a confirmation of who is going to show up at the meeting at Needle’s Eye. We can wait outside if you would like to talk amongst yourselves.”
I changed SFC Park's primary weapon from an HK416 to an FN SCAR-L since according to HeySeuss' timeline in this RP, Heckler & Koch are now producing firearms for the Warsaw Pact rather than NATO.
Both men wore blue jeans, construction boots, plaid shirts and Carhartt jackets. Brian’s was black and Tyus’ was tan. Tyus wore a black wool watch cap, while Brian wore his Boston Red Sox baseball cap.

They did not have a vehicle at the moment, spending time walking through the Vermont mountains. It was difficult work, walking, but something both men were accustomed to. It still made them tired. “Mr. Douglas says it is OK to come visit.” Master Sergeant Morse uttered to his partner.

“Roger that, Chief,” Brian responded to his team chief. He did a map check and GPS check. “We are only a click away from their cabin. I got point.” Brian trotted ahead of MSG Morse, pulling his .45 out of its holster. He had no need for the weapon and it was probably more out of habit than anything else. He knew they were heading to meet friendlies, but you never knew who they might run into in these woods…or what.

Without skipping a beat, Master Sergeant Morse unholstered his Sig Sauer handgun. He quickly followed his newly acquired compatriot. They had been together less than a month and the two were still getting used to each other. This particular operation reminded him more of his time spent in Delta than with a Group.
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