Army Men In Hell: The Ultimate Wargame IC

[TimberRattler]

"Yeah, CW2 Clifford Mitchell at your service. Just call me Cliff, or Hoodoo"

Cliff took a step back and appraised his rescuer. He hadn't seen gear like that in forever.

"Say there buddy, you get deep frozen in Korea and just now thaw out or something?"

 

[Jedi_Khan]

"Sir, what kind of thing is that?"

It took Boomer awhile to realize that the question had been directed at him for a couple of reasons, one of which was that he wasn’t used to be addressed as “sir” – there had always been a higher ranking officer around when on duty, otherwise people he knew simply called him Boomer. The other reason why he didn’t respond right away was that he was busy watching the chopper as it flew by and eventually came in for a landing.

“What is what thing?” replied Boomer after the Huey had dropped below the rooftops to land. “You mean that helicopter?”

Who the hell doesn’t know what a helicopter is? thought Boomer to himself. And what soldier doesn’t recognize the iconic Huey? But before he could even begin to explain what a helicopter was, a shot rang out from about where the chopper had landed. Boomer was immediately on alert and running as fast as his heavy pack would allow him to towards the landing site, with Tank passing him in short order and disappearing around a bend. Soon the sound of the BAR letting loose with its large caliber rounds in a short burst could be heard.

Boomer came to a stop at the corner and held his hand up to signal those that were still with him to stop as well. He quickly poked his head around the corner to assess the situation, and determining no visible boogies, brought his shotgun to his shoulder and stepped around the corner, approaching the chopper, with the others right behind him.

“Yeah, CW2 Clifford Mitchell at your service. Just call me Cliff, or Hoodoo. Say there buddy, you get deep frozen in Korea and just now thaw out or something?"

“I would have said World War II myself,” said Boomer as he approached Tank and the pilot, his weapon lowered but still ready. He looked around to try and determine what had been shot at, but all he saw were some bones a few feet away.

“And you look like you just came from Vietnam. Staff Sergeant Boomer or Charlie Boomer. I’m sure you have questions and hopefully I can answer them,” said Boomer. “However, we’re in unfriendly territory and if anyone is around, they’re likely to have seen the chopper, so let’s be quick about this.”

Boomer moved over to the side door of the Huey, and as he pulled out the map of the area and spread it out on the floor of the chopper, he explained the situation as he knew it: that those present had woken up and somehow found themselves in or around this town without knowing how they got there or why, or even where in the world this town was. He then explained that he had found paperwork with his gear, including the map and a sheet of orders and info on the objective. Boomer explained the orders and the sketchy intel which left much to the imagination, occasionally pointing to the map to show their position and the position of the objective, which just so happened to be right in front of them.

“Right, that about covers everything I know that’s relevant to the situation,” finished up Boomer, folding up the map and putting it away. As he started to turn to look at the group, he noted that the ground was a little damp under the chopper, and then saw a drip of something fall to the ground, apparently from a leak somewhere.

“Cliff, can this bird fly with that leak I see down there? If not, try to fix the leak ASAP. Use duct tape or a strip of cloth if you have to, just get this bird in the air,” said Boomer, moving right into command mode. “Doe, that ghillie suit would be great in a field or in the bush, but in a town, it’s just dead weight, so you’ll be sticking with the chopper. If Cliff can get the bird in the air, you’ll provide aerial sniper support as necessary. If you see possible hostiles, report their location and wait for confirmation to engage. If the chopper can’t fly, you and Cliff will guard the thing for as long as possible; we might be able to find some parts to use for repairs. If somehow your position is about to be overrun, turn the gas tank into a Molotov cocktail, get safe somewhere, and wait for us to find you. Tank, Three, you’re with me. We’re gonna see about carrying out our orders. Questions?”

 

[DeathsKnight]

Green Sniper Charlie 3

Three shifted the M-16 and voiced his question again

"Sir I still want to know what a helicopter is, the only aerial draft that I am familiar with is airplanes and space craft and none of either one of them looked like this one"

He looked around and realized that he must have looked stupid to the rest of the men

"But uhm it's not that important sir, I'm sure we can cover that later on, we can get to securing the town first and yeah"

He looked away, slightly embarrassed by the whole situation and his need to get answers for something that even Tank seemed to know the answer to

 

[TimberRattler]

Cliff had to admit he liked Boomer's attitude. The guy had set that clanked. Enlisted soldiers, even NCOs didn't bark orders at Chief Warrant Officers, not if they wanted to stay healthy anyways. But these were strange circumstances, so he was inclined to entertain the Staff Sergeant.

"Well Boomer, to answer your question: yes she'll fly. However flying without at least three people is highly unrecommended. Don't worry about the leak, it just needs a hose patch or preferably a new one. JP-8 would just eat through tape and bleed through the rag. Also I'm a tad low on ammo just this moment. I've got enough for maybe two engagements if we're careful with it. Now I'm not entirely useless on the ground. I was a paratrooper before I went to flight school. So I propose one of these two alternative plans:

1. I disable the bird so no one steals it while we're gone, and we all move out together.

Or

2. And this is the one I prefer. Seeing as I have plenty of fuel, we all load up and I give you fellas a ride, since it's half of my job here anyways. It'll make your recon a whole lot easier, and can set her down anywhere we want if we need to investigate something. What do ya say?"

 

[Jagged]

They're out of the box...

In hell zombies fill the role of cannon folder, and are mostly often used to training demons for combat. Skeletons on the other hand are created in a different manor and are actually intelligent warriors though they're capable of doing little else than make war, but hey it is hell and that is enough to keep one busy.

With a low intelligence, but a high toughness and strength zombies are useful in a number of menial rolls and are easily replaced by necromancers who can create many from just a few corrupts. Most appear as hairless rotting flesh monsters brown as the earth they come from, and are often in torn clothing.

The last group to leave the current town used them to load their carts, but not wanting to bother feeding them human flesh they locked them in the base of the towers. While zombies can wonder around and fight amongst themselves for many hours. that time has come to pass.

A horrific banging can be heard from the base of one of the towers as slowly the zombies with their fists of rotting flesh pound away at the old door and soon break it down. Angry and hungry they wonder out into the street pushing through the unlocked door at the base of the tower. Some head up the main street walking passed the Inn while others head to the other tower.

Soon there is a total of 50 zombies wondering the streets and they begin arming themselves! In the streets they find axes, tools, clubs, and swords left during the pull out. They're not capable of knowing how to use guns, but will attack anyone they meet.

The grizzled old Nazi soldier looks on from his hidden position...he'll leave the zombies be, but use them as a distraction and aid to spot other more worth while targets....

 

[Jagged]

Black Banner and Tan Soldiers

As suspected the Devil's minions have been playing fast and loose with rules of the game, and in if the truth was actually uttered fair play in hell is simple cheating more discreetly.

So from the Southwest an platoon of some 30 tan clad army men marches towards your position and are perhaps 5 miles from your location. You happen to be along the way as this unit is heading towards the fighting in the East and doesn't expect any resistance. In fact they think they're going to a friendly city....

The unit consists of 30 some odd tan army men armed with standard weapons ranging from WWII to Vietnam and reek of experience. Notches carved into weapons stocks note how many zombies or other creatures have been killed. Several have Imps as pets carrying their rucksacks, and a number of them have medieval weapons as trophies.

The group is lead by a pair of Stygians named Kip and Darrel who are dressing black sweat suits and black combat boots and have multiple automatic weapons, knives, and pipe bombs. The pair are "heroes" in an underground video game where they slaughter their classmates and police officers before bombing their school. The game creator is a satanist, so the characters caught Belial's attention who quickly had them made into custom figures for the wargame.

They're ruthless killers and are loving their new role as platoon leaders. With them are 7 additional minions, death knights in full plate armor armed with heavy crossbows and swords.

If they continue with their pace they'll soon have the town in site and plan to stay the night...

 

[Jagged]

Some good news...

While the majority of Charlie coming was wiped out you're not the only group from Charlie company out there, and they're on their way.

The tough as nails Sgt. Blazkowicz is leading a group of twenty WWII veteran paratroopers you way and he's coming as fast as he can. He might be familiar to some of you, and he was at the D-Day landings ( landing craft battle at the beach complete with a storming of a sand castle), jungle warfare (tropical plants), and was the soul surviver of a massive tan army attack (one squad versus 100 tan soldiers).

Every man in the 20 man unit is armed with a Thompson submachine gun, a .45 pistol, and combat survival knife.

They narrowly missed the massive ambush that all but wiped out Charlie company, and for the last two days have been battling tan patrols and skeleton raiders. Consequently though they've picked up a number throwing axes and a few other odd weapons, but are alright with food and ammunition, but can always use more.

Their radio's have picked up some of your transmissions, but most have been garbled, but if you try with in the next 5 to 6 hours you'll probably be able to establish communication. If you get into the communication's tower in town though you can reach them even soon, and possibly other companies in the area.

You'll have more help soon if you can hold out, so try and reach out.

 

[Jagged]

A change of directions....

Murmur the minor demon who evacuated the town is admonished by Nergal when he catches up with the merchant a mere ten miles from town. Though they left a day before they didn't get far as they were sniped at by some army men and had damaged wagons to repair. They setup a simple base camp and surrounded it with thorns and barbed wire and posted sentries.

None of this pleased Nergal who is the Chief of the Secret Police of Hell, and in fulfilling the role of referee. He angry takes his spiked whip to the minor demon as his minions look on and beats him. There will be no retreating and giving up a position without a fight is unacceptable. Rather than behead the demon though Nergal demands that the leader put a force together and retake the town.

So, for the rest of the day and into the night arms are unloaded from the carts and his men are prepared. He has some 46 agents armed with swords and shotguns, but he gives them all pistols, throwing knives, and submachine guns and spears as well. He takes half of these men and all 50 of his skeletons armed with swords and shields and heads back to town. Humiliated Murmur curses to himself as he rides on his jet black stallion.

His force should arrive in the late afternoon early evening of your current day...

 

[Jagged]

Jagged's Take on Boomer

And this is the one I prefer. Seeing as I have plenty of fuel, we all load up and I give you fellas a ride, since it's half of my job here anyways. It'll make your recon a whole lot easier, and can set her down anywhere we want if we need to investigate something. What do ya say?"


"I say I think you have something there. Well using the chopper anyway. I mean it beats walking, and if we just buzz the town and don't see any artillery or any anti-aircraft fire I think we'll be good."

Boomer walked a few paces away from the group before knelling down and drawing a Hexagon in the dirt and looking over at everyone. "I've stormed a castle once before, but I knew there was only a shit load of infantry. We don't know what is in there right now, but we need to at least do some reconnaissance. After all we're supposed to take this this position.

Everyone began loading their weapons and gear on board the craft. For some it was old hat for others it was a first time. Thing was they only had a slight chance of making this work. Ask any officer about capturing and securing a village of this size, and he'll tell you that you need 100 soldiers and some vehicles to boot. Well he didn't have any of that, and this whole thing was a crap shoot.

Well, fortune favors the bold right....?

As the chopper took them towards the small fortress town Boomer reflected on passed battles. The storming of the castle was just one part of a large operation, and his unit performed bravely taking on more tan soldiers in the confines of the castle than any other unit. That was only because they got cut off when a bridge was taken out, so they just fought their way forward. Today he'd have to do the same damn thing.

Back than his platoon included a bunch of grizzled old timers who had seen it all (WWII soldiers). They'd killed Nazis, dinosaurs, and even fought in the tropics and at sea. (A boy with many play sets and friends who brought their's as well including dinosaur models and putting them in the backyard and pool...veteran stuff for army men). There unit even included one old cowboy who could shoot like nobody's business with a shotgun. Boomer hand learned a few tricks from him. They probably never seen a nightmare landscape like this place, but like true veterans they'd just keep on fighting. Now it was his turn.


The town looked similar to what was noted on the map, but of coarse when you get closer you get more of a perspective. For those with views out of the aircraft you see the three towers including the church tower, but one of the others catches your eye, because there is a very powerful antenna sprouting from it. Perhaps this is the way to report back to headquarters as per orders?

In the church tower the old Nazi is irritated by the invasion of his air space. He'd seen strange creatures flying the skies here, and of coarse he'd seen planes, but this craft was different, but sporting the flag of his enemies it was a target. It moved erratically which made it hard to tract let alone hit, but when it hovered above the center of town it took time to line up his shot.

Cracking off a shot he pierced the cockpit, perhaps only a glancing blow, but it broke through the glass, but not hitting anyone inside. The second shot follows but second after and hits against the metal hull. Neither shot does great damage to the craft, but you're in combat now....

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Perhaps you were distracted by what was happening on the road outside the The Dying Minister Inn (the "L" shaped building the center of town). There is a total of 40 zombies wondering the streets and they're armed! In the streets they've found axes, tools, clubs, and swords left during the pull out. They're not capable of knowing how to use guns, so they've left the crossbows an rifles in the towers.

They've already killed 10 of their own and are eating pieces of their undead flesh, while a particularly tall zombie has taken leadership of the group and is wielding a large sledge hammer. Some are trying to batter down the heavy metal doors of the red brick building next to the inn while others are amused by throwing glass bottles against the wall. There are several large dumpsters filled with bones and glass bottles between the two buildings.

From the air they are at very least look like a run down and very hostile crowd. If you get on the ground the smell and the site of them will tell you up front you're not dealing with anything that is human any more, and keep in mind other creatures are around.

Boomer will probably react to the shot by ducking back and than looking around searching for the shooter, and will probably guess correctly at the church. With his trusty shotgun slung he'll probably have his .45 out, but knows he won't be able to hit a damn thing even if he could pick out the target.


"Shooter shooter! Someone get a look at him? He's in the bell tower. Let's get out of range or someone take his ass out now!"

 

[DeathsKnight]

Green Sniper Charlie 3

"On it sarge"

He pulled the SR-25 from his back and scanned the bell tower but all he could see was the tip of the rifle poking out.

"Sniper identified, he's dug in too deep I can't get a good shot at him..."

He fired a shot anyway, anything to put the enemy off for that critical second or two,"

"I'd say we have to get out of here, that guy seems to know what he's doing"

He fired another shot, the bullet kicking up sand from the sandbags on which the sniper rifle rested at the same moment they banked away and 3 had to grab hold to prevent going out of the door.

 

[TimberRattler]

"I got ya three!" Cliff Bellowed

"Hang on to something!"

He squeezed the trigger and touched off a 2.75 rocket. The warhead slammed into the bell tower and easily destroyed the masonry covering the sniper's position. The brick fell away and the smoke cleared to reveal a German. The camouflage of his smock indicated he was a member of the Waffen SS. What the fuck was he doing here? That didn't matter right now. He brought the bird back around to give the young marksman another shot.

"Now three, take him out!"

 

[DeathsKnight]

Green Sniper Charlie 3

He sighted down his scope again

"Damn look at that beautiful rifle, I'm calling dibs on it"

He gently stroke the trigger and the slug slammed into the German's shoulder, spinning him

"Fucking die Fritz"

Another shot and the German's head snapped to the side, gore plastering the far wall. Another German to mark on his list, 3 chuckled as he lowered his rifle,

"Yeah that's right you Nazi bastard! Die like the pig you are. America RULES! Oh Yeah!"