NSWRPF Archive GOONS: Blood, Guts and Fire, on Mars and Beyond!

In Game: The lead HC explodes and tumbles into pieces while the second one wildly tries to evade it and nearly loses control by going into a spin. For a brief instant it no longer weaves and dodges your cross hairs. Ironman gives you the sign that you are once again loaded for another five round burst. The adrenaline races through your blood stream and time seems to slow down as you lock in for the coup de grace! You know it's yours!

 

IG: BLAM BANG BLAM BANG BLANG!!!!!

 

In Game: Smoke begins trailing out of the approaching HC's hull as it spins out of control. Upon penetration by your last round, it explodes and pops its top. Ironman turns to you and says, "You the man Carlos Hathcock. You've returned from the dead".

"Pipe down back there," says Tanner as he brings the captured HC around to face the last intact HC. "We need to provide cover for the fire team."

IC as Nimrod, Attila, Bowie and Van De Camp: Bowie laid a line of blastex along the seam to the HC's rear hatch entry. All fire team members pulled back and found cover. Boom! The hatch was no longer an obsticle. Attila took point and entered the upside down HC. Van De Camp was strapped into his chair but all life signs were off. On IR his meat within the chassie was starting to cool. Dead!

"Bowie, help Attila search for a deadman switch or any other device he'd use to detinate the portable reator back at the pod. Be careful of boobie traps."

"Found something, Captain," said Attila. "It appears to be decrimenting down towards zero!"

Bowie spotting something in a military styled ammo box closed the led sealed it and took it.

"Everybody out, out , out!!!! Tanner swing that crate around and show us the rear hatch so we can jump in!!"

As they escaped the confines of the HC, they're HC could be heard swinging around to recieve them. All three literally jumped through the rear hatch and landed in a heap inside the HC.

"Wagons west Tanner Go, Go, Go!!!" bellowed Nimrod.

Attila got up and secured the rear entrance.

 

IC: "Hey! Where the hell is the frakking Carbon Death?!?!"

 

In Game: "Duh, Doc, Dai Wu and Kato have it up along the ridge of the Chasm, west of where you bailed on me. Don't you remember when Bowie told you about that a few minutes ago? Tanner! Make back to the erosion path back up to the top of the ridge and head for there location stat!" Nimrod yelled.

"On it, Bossman!" Tanner returned.

10...

"We're clear of the lip!" called Attila.

9...

"Gun it Tanner. We've got to live to fight that 'nother day!" rumbled Nimrod.

8...

"Captain, I've signaled Dai Wu and Kato. I've instructed them both to put more distance between themselves and the cargo pod's location. They say they haven't stopped running since they reached the top of the ridge to begin with," called Bowie.

7...

"I've broke the stop bolt, Nimsy. we're doing 145 and increasing," Tanner hissed.

6...

"We've got to make this turn Tanner. You're going to have to over steer it to do it!" grated Nimrod.

5...

"Hey Cap! Did I ever tell you that I was racing cars before I started flying?" chortled Tanner.

4...

"Nimrod! Decker's on the horn. Says there within 12 miles of the Chasm and closing from the north," called Bowie.

3...

"Nimrod to Decker--Nimrod to Decker, Big Flash Emergency, Go to ground, Go to ground, Go to ground!"

2...

"Turn coming up Gents. Hang on to your jock straps," said Tanner.

The HC skewed sideways and started changing course as the thruster fans bit air and pushed head long towards the wall. The erosion clearing popped into view and the HC hit the ramp at a heart stopping 100 mph.

1...

"I think I just loaded my shorts," croaked Ironman.

0...

A new star appeared in Hebe Chasm, where once stood a simple cargo pod. It instantly reached out five miles in all directions. IT WAS HOT!!!!!!!!!!

 

IC?: Nimrod... hey... are you alive? Well, I mean are you still functional? You were always dead to me, but still."

 

In Game and Characters: "Yesh...need...to reboot my har wear's operating shyshtem... Shtand by for a few momentsh...my internal medic hash treated me for injuriesh with an opiate for pain. Sho we both know I'm not talking right...I'll probably be puking up my lunsh in a few momentsh too... Colonel? Would it be asking too much if could please check on the rest of our group?" asked Nimrod. "I'll live I think, but I need a head count ash to who'sh shtill with ush..."

 

OOC: (FYI) Head count. All Members are present an accounted for. Bruised , battered, black and blue, but still alive and kicking. Tanners got a spranged wrist. You, Doctor Doom have an upset stomach from the roller coaster ride from HELL. Oh, yes, you all have a case of sun burn. Other than that you'll all live.

 

IC: "Oh my gods, Nimrod...they're all dead. Every one of 'em. I can't believe it! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!?!?!?"

 

IC as Attila, Bowie, Ironman, Nimrod and Tanner: While Nimrod ignores you as he reboots his cybernetic operating system. You hear sobbing behind you from the direction of the elledged victims. "Oh no, now what are we going to do," sobs Ironman.

"Game over baby! Game over!" cries Tanner.

"Doc! Your prognosis sucks big chunky bolders through a tiny, tiny straw!" calls Attila. "You know very well that we're all dead, you included!

"Yeah, Doc what are you doing talking to us if your supposed to be dead along with us!?" hollers Bowie

"Thanks for the head count, Colonel," chuckled Nimrod. "Ok you Apes what's the status of this pile of the Hover Craft?"

Tanner piped up, "We've got full functionality of the Hover Craft, Nimrod. Just let me fire her up."

Within ten minutes the Hover Craft was back online and speeding up the erosion slope to the top.

 

IG: I'm on shotgun.

 

OOC FYI: It's been about an hour since you and your fellows have shot out from the cargo pod in Hebe Chasm. An act of war has effectively been enacted on the surface of Mars, with the detination of the fusion reactor's tritium fuel cells-all at once-and letting its magnetic bubble be overwhelmed. Everything has now changed! Those who are behind these actions stand to lose much if they don't proceed swiftly and decisively. There are too many scanners and video observation posts on both Phobos, Demos and other independent satellites in geo-syncronous orbit. Therefore the stakes have just shot through the roof.

In Game: The Hover Craft shoots up through the erosion pass to the top and swings towards the area where Dai Wu and Kato were hunkering down for the big event. Nimrod watching with you and Tanner through the opening to the cargo and troop section, spots some unusual activity 4km north of Hebe Chasm's north ledge and about 12km from your present location.

"Attila! Take the turret. Ironman! Feed the gun. Bowie! Monitor the airwaves and relay to us by network. Tanner! Get Colonel Doe an earpeice to the network so he can keep abreast with the data curve."

As everyone moves to comply, Nimrod looks again off towards the tableu that begins to unfold in the distance.

"Attila! What do you see northwest of us?"

"Sir! I see what appears to be a fire fight between two groups. One appears to be Americans from Chryse Planitia and I don't recognise the other group. Though it appears that the other group has air superiority over the Americans."

"Talk to me, Bowie. I need some kind of clue as to what's going on, besides a slaughter."

"Digitally coded messaging, Sir. Whoever they are, they're human. The spacing and voice pulses would indicate combat chatter."

"Bowie, I need you to send a coded burst to Dai Wu. Tell him to sit this one out and do not engage the unidentifieds on behalf of Decker, at least not until we get to within shooting range of those thugs first."

Tanner! Get this crate moving ASAP towards the fire fight. Attila when you're ready to acquire and shoot down those dish shaped objects out of my sky, let me know so I can relay to Dai Wu.

"What about Kato, Sir?" piped Ironman.

Nimrod turned and looked at him and shrugged. "If he's still alive it's his job to hang on to that package or at least squirrel it away somewhere for safe keeping. There's nothing to indicate that he made it to the recovery team from Chryse Planitia yet."

The Hover Craft is topping out at 150mph. Nimrod turns and looks at you then speaks.

"Colonel, whoever those people are, they're playing for keeps. I believe it's going to get very bloody for real this time. I ask that you tend to the wounded to the best of your ability."

He hands you a Corpman's Medical Kit for field dressing wounded personnel along with a diagnostic monitor for any and all cyborg-combatents.

"I hope you find this equipment in proper order, sir," he says as he slutes you.

 

IC: "You mean I actually have to do the job I was meant to do since the beginning of this... adventure?" I say as I grab the Med pack and sort through it all to make sure it's all 'in order'.

 

OOC & FYI: You find that you have all the equipment you could possibly use in a Battle field scenario. From digital electronic pain editor chips and analog pain killer drugs to laser and bladed scalples. Aniseptics, antibiotics, Downloadable EPROM Nano-surgeons to perform internal surgery, Antiperisiticals, Electro Antivirals to render virus protean shells inoperative, An analysis cyber-helmet for linking with the Goons so they can be your eyes and ears for diagnosing emergency patients (when its enabled).

In Game: "Yes sir, that's a fact, Colonel," answers Nimrod. The HC shakes and rattles as it continues towards the fight at high speed.

"We're in firing range of the unknowns sir!" calls Attila.

"Nimrod to Dai Wu, its clbbering time! Repeat! Its clobbering Time!"

"I'm on it!" Dai Wu takes one last look at his fallen comrade, Kato, his burnt and crumpled form laying face down over the object, in an improvised fox hole. He turns then literally leaps into action, towards the bloody fight. He is angry and wants to kill this day.

"Attila! I want those saucers out of my sky!" bellows Nimrod as he climbs up to the copula seat and mans the full auto gauss cannon on topside.

The HC's gauss cannon roars similtaniously and drowns out Nimrod's full auto bursts. Suddenly one of the saucers-a larger one-shudders and tilts out of plain and slides quickly towards ground then slams flat onto the surface clear of the fight. Crew members stumble out and clear of the craft as though fearing something from within. The seven other saucers divert their attention from the fight and begin turning their fire towards the new source of resistance.

"Bowie! Uplink to Phobos fire control, give them call sign "Black Hole". Call for a strike on that formation of ships that we got the attention of so conveniently. Make it quick we won't handle being hit well I'd guess," said Nimrod. "Attila! More rounds please!"

"More rounds coming Up, Sir!" called Attila as five more hyper sonic tungstun rounds went and obliterated three out of the seven intended targets.

Tanner not needing any orders to evade return fire, started doing just that with great alacrity.

Four sets of beams swung around and danced about as the saucers attempted a lock on target.

"Hit the smoke Tanner! Now!"

Cannisters of IR blocking smoke emmitters shot out foreward along with anti-laser arisol laced with particulates of aluminum. Tanner hit the reverse fans and the HC came to a slamming halt.

"Its sucker punch time, Attila!"

"Got 'em locked on sonar, sir!"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Brrrrrap! Brrrrrap!

The sky ships were prepared this time and dodged most of the rounds after the first two were fired. One of them veered off to the left towards the chasm as though to get a clearer shot through the chemical chafe and smoke. Suddenly, as the remaining three approached the HC, one by one the sky ships detonated succinctely in bright flashes.

"Sir! Phobos fire control apologies for the delay, but they were too close to the American Forces to risk colateral damage!"

"No harm done, I'll by that for now. Tell PFC I owe them one for such good shooting."

"Attila. Where's that other saucer...Attila?"

Nimrod turned towards the Gunner's seat. Attila was silent and would speak no more. A pin hole had pierced his chest cavity into the midst of his biopod. One also pierced the HC turret to the left from which the fourth saucer had gone.

"Bowie! Get them back and ask them if they've spotted the fourth saucer!"

As Bowie complied Tanner jumped the HC into full foreward. Iron man reloaded for no particular reason other then in anticipation of somebody having to replace the Gunner sooner or later. Nimrod eased Attila's body/chassi down to the floor, checked for signs and lowered his winged shaped antenna.

 

OOC: That was a long freaking post...

IC: I do just that.

 

OOC: I hope you liked it for the attempt at realism on my part.

In Game: Its a long 12 hours of meat ball surgery mixed with limited high tech surgery. Triage checks out those who are salvagable from those who are going to die anyway. Of the 15 cases you take on ten make it through the night. Its morning and you've slept about 4 hours since dawn. Your nudged by a female in military fatigues. Her ID patch says LT. Blurrr Epstien and she's offering you a cup of coffee just like John Doe likes it. (What ever that is or if he doesn't like coffee then something that he does like.)

"Sorry Doc. you said to wake you when your last patient regained consciencness." She smiles at you with real admiration in her Hazle eyes.

 

IC: "Oh, don't worry, babe. You made it worth it without having to say a word. Whaddya say me and you get outta here as soon as I finish with my patients?"

 

IC: "Hey. Your a real tiger on four hours of sleep aren't you? Unfortunately I've got some work of my own I've got to do as well before we get out of here," said LT. Epstien. "After that I'll be contacting my husband back at Chryse Planitia to reassure him that I'm well and unharmed. What's your take on those strange flying saucers we made hard contact with?" she quireied. "Have you seen anything in real life like that before? Because I sure haven't."

 

IC: "Ooh, hold on while I get some Aloe Vera for that BURN!"

After pretending to lather myself up, I answer her,

"No, I have never seen anything like that before. But there's a first time for everything, right?" I say, winking to her

 

IC: She furrows her brow and looks off in the direction of your last patient. "Yeah it's been a first time for a lot of things I'd say."

The patient is partially dismantled and his biopod removed for more ease of care. Bio-fluid was lost but not enough to permenantly damage him. His ID shows him as Lt. Sataka with the handle Dai Wu stenciled in on front and back.

"His down load shows a fallen soldier he was escorting from Hebe Chasm. But from what it shows, the soldier died from the heat given off by the Thermo nuke's blast. It's really a miracle that this one made it through all of that. Its got to say something for the people who designed and built that chassi and armor on him. Oh and they we're carrying something important with them when it hit the fan. The bio-fluid is back up to proper level and he wants to talk with whoever's in charge about what happened. I told him I'd get you and Col. Decker to talk to him ASAP."

 

IC: "Then let's get out of here!"

 

OCC: Alpha-119 is being reassembled as you approach. From the opposite end of the makeshift surgical room comes Colonel Decker the commanding officer of the rescue operation with Captain Alpha-16 in tow.

IC: As Decker, Alpha-16.

"As of now Captain Alpha-16 consider your rank elivated to Lt. Col. This is a field promotion since we are at war. If you are able to fulfill the following assignment you will be promoted to a rank of full Col. Stand by as we interview Lt. Alpha-119 in case we require you for interpretation and any other assistance.

"Yes sir," replied Nimrod.

Col. Decker accessed his uplink with Martian Military Command and issued the required orders to promote Captain Alpha-16 to Lt. Col. Alpha-16, then he looked your way. He had the kind of eyes that made men flinch when he looked at them. They where gray and pearcing as they locked on you.

"Colonel Doe," he said matter of factly. "I could wish with all my heart that this meeting with you had been under more civil curcumstances, but allas we are not in civil times. I will need your help in my interview of Lt. Alpha-119, concerning what took place before, during and after the incident at Hebe Chasm. Can I count on your cooperation?"



Tag: J.D.

 

OOC: I didn't realize that I was 16's superior officer!

IC: "Absolutely, Colonel. Why ever would you think that I would not cooperate and be obedient and not rebellious and antagonizing?!?!?"

 

OOC: You aren't. I'm just ******* with your head. Colonel Decker has been advised that something's wrong with you, that you keep thinking and acting like your a Colonel in rank. I was going to play it like you we're remotely, though unsuccessfully brain washed by VanDeCamp into doing his bidding and stealing the Carbon Death container. But the brainwashing as it was didn't fully take, and so you were tromping around like someone who was suffering with delusions of grandure and all that. If it had fully taken you would have stollen it and done everything in your power to deliver it into the greedy little mechanical hands of VanDeCamp. But alas...the best layed plans of mice and men...often go astray. This is why Decker is treating you as an equal in rank and former Captain Alpha-16 was humoring you by being subservient to you and treating you with dignity, while encouraging you to tend to the patients when things started going bad for the team as a whole. I'll have to put a 2nd entry in a little later on, as I'm strapped for time. But rest assured I'll be introducing some new bad boys from a little known colony on Mars that is populated by decendents of some of the highest ranking monsters from WWII's Nazis SS who's ancestors escaped to Antarctica and successfully repelled an attempted assault by none other than Admiral Byrd's Naval Task Force back in 1946. Nuff said.

 

OOC: Well dang.