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Post by Attero Dominatus on Jul 8, 2009 21:30:00 GMT -5
Very good. You write good battle scenes.
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Jul 8, 2009 21:47:30 GMT -5
Post by Floyd Looney on Jul 8, 2009 21:47:30 GMT -5
OK sounds good.
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Jul 8, 2009 21:48:10 GMT -5
Post by Floyd Looney on Jul 8, 2009 21:48:10 GMT -5
Thanks. I wish I knew more about firearms and stuff, I'd like to add more realistic details.
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Jul 8, 2009 22:14:22 GMT -5
Post by Floyd Looney on Jul 8, 2009 22:14:22 GMT -5
Another nice shot from Charlie put down another of the roof dwelling sentries and all 3 groups of soldiers moved faster towards the warehouse.
I was running with the main group and then there was a flash of light and I was standing in the desert. There was an M1A2 tank nearby and an oil well pumping away in the distance. I look behind me and see a small adobe home and other soldiers, one on the ground being treated for wounds. There was a body near the house wearing robes, white with bright red blood stains.
A man, an officer, was yelling at my face saying "Is that clear soldier?"
"No sir! I will not obey that order sir!"
I grab my head and I am back near the warehouse, the others are closer but a few had turned to look at me. A shot rings out from the building and a I see some dirt rise up and a spark on the concrete just a few feet away.
I run to the wall as a couple of soldiers fired into the small second story above the main doors. So much for surprise, but this particular action did not require stealth.
What was that? A memory? Was I getting my memory back, was that one jogged loose because of the combat? I knew this was untrue, there had been no combat in that memory. The conflict had been between me and a superior officer.
I run to the side of the front wall and wave to Sarge, both his group and my main force tied grenades to the doors. Then retreated far enough away to pull a thin string tied to the pin.
I put up all five fingers on both hands as I stood in the corner, then I counted down. Four! Three! Two!
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Jul 8, 2009 23:38:00 GMT -5
Post by Floyd Looney on Jul 8, 2009 23:38:00 GMT -5
We enter the warehouse and find no one in the smallish administration office. There are two doors to the main warehouse and both of them are wide open. We hear shouts from inside and a few pot shots are taken at us.
Then we hear more shooting, Sarge and his group had already opened fired. Several of our guys went to the doors and began shooting into the cavernous room of the warehouse. The echo inside must have been deafening I told myself.
I could hear Mac Robinson barking orders from the back side of the warehouse and some explosions. The enemy was now engaged from three sides and they seemed very surprised by this. We could see their soldiers peeling off from one area and moving to another. Their movements were confused and gave us opportunities to pick them off.
The warehouse was full of pallets stacked atop each other, four stacks together making hut-sized blocks. I reckoned there were fifty of these blocks, probably two hundred pallets.
Several of my group moved left and scrambled up the metal stairs to the roof, they found four dead enemy. They came right back down firing as they came, signalling it as clear. Halfway up the stairs had been the door to the area above the office, with the window that had been used by their own version of a sniper- who missed me at twenty yards.
We moved forward between the first row of blocks, the enemy had backed themselves against one wall of the warehouse. The three groups were closing in on them, I could sense they were frightened. These were not trained soldiers, not veterans, they were scared survivors who had banded together.
I found Jorge Avila beside me, he just smiled. "There's no door where they are, is there?" I asked, not trusting my faulty memory.
"No, sir, just a cinderblock wall" he answered.
Several enemy troops then rose up away from behind a few pallets, away from their main huddled comrades. They managed to get off some shots before our guys forced them down. A couple of grenades were thrown over the pallets, the explosion left a mess of their bravest soldiers.
Then Sarge picked up his bullhorn and told the remaining enemy soldiers "Surrender now. This is the last chance if you want to live through this mess!".
Now that we were close enough to get a better view of them, we could see that they were a ragtag force. A couple of acne-faced teenagers, an old man with a white beard a fatter man heading into middle-age who might have ran a bait shop before the attack.
Compared to the fools were saw sitting on lawns, picking their way through rubble for worthless trinkets these people were at least trying to survive. These were more likely to become good citizens for the United Citizens Council.
Thankfully they decided to surrender, they were scared and had no idea who we were. Sarge took their guns away and put them to work loading supplies onto the trucks. The five remaining trucks were soon parked at the loading docks being filled with tents, MRE's, generators and other items.
The nine survivors we had faced would be brought back for Paul to question and push his idea of citizenship upon. Some of them were likely to join, they obviously desired some social structure or they wouldn't have joined their little militia.
Before we climbed back into the trucks Sarge called me over and told me he had been talking to one of the militia guys. "He told me they were going to trade the warehouse contents to the New League. That this New League is trying to form a government led by a guy named Jonah. Its apparently based north of the main city, maybe 14 miles from here".
President Paul Stafford would not like this one bit, the idea of a competitive government being formed would upset him.
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Jul 8, 2009 23:46:29 GMT -5
Post by Attero Dominatus on Jul 8, 2009 23:46:29 GMT -5
Soon the large tents were being erected in a large field that used to be a public park. Generators were used to pump water from a tributary of the river and to operate the purification machines to produce clean water.
President Paul Stafford gave several speeches to different groups that day. Very few refused to support the new government, but Paul knew real loyalty built slowly. Meals were distributed, first aid administered and plans for "rebuilding" discussed with the new citizens.
After the first speech I couldn't bear to watch another, I returned to where the trucks were parked. Sarge was examining and cleaning some of the weapons with a couple of others. He pointed at a new prize. "Russian built-RPG-7. Simple to operate, little training required. I don't know where they got it, but I'm glad to have it".
A massive number of fires were still burning all over the metropolitan area, but our suburban area seemed relatively safe from any developing firestorm. The river was a big part of that, I would guess, but also the berms that been built to protect the major city from floods.
Soon I found myself standing next to Gregory Logan, our Minister of Infrastructure who rides a bicycle. The park had been his choice months ago, during the final stages of planning. Gregory was a fiery red-head in his late thirties and he had been very worried about this New League.
President Paul had sent a few operatives to find and learn about this New League and their 'government'. He said for them to have been formed so quickly, they must have also planned it before the attack, like we did.
I closed my eyes, I had one of those quick passing headaches that were just a minor annoyance. I saw that loud-mouthed officer yelling at me, Pike... his name had been Pike. We had been in Iraq I think, he wanted me to do something illegal, immoral? I couldn't recall anything important, but it seemed somehow important.
Soon I was sitting at a picnic table along with Paul and Gregory, they were discussing a second relief station in another area. Keep spreading the United Citizens territory, re-establish civilization, check the growth of lawlessness and any possible tyrannies.
"Thomas? Whats on your mind?" Paul asked looking in my direction with a concerned look on his face. I probably looked far away and in reality I had been dwelling on that officer and Iraq and what it had been all about. I just smiled and shrugged, "Not much, setting up relief tents isn't really a military matter is it?"
"Since you're the department thats got some staff, we'll need you guys to haul the supplies and help set up the tents and keep law and order when the mobs descend upon the camps for food and water." He said, he had everything planned out and nearly every angle thought out. Murphy's law was still gonna bite us in the butt though, it always did.
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Jul 8, 2009 23:52:19 GMT -5
Post by Floyd Looney on Jul 8, 2009 23:52:19 GMT -5
Thanks. I guess I can stuff about civilian weapons on my own online. I'll try to brush up on some of the details I want.
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Jul 9, 2009 0:16:22 GMT -5
Post by Attero Dominatus on Jul 9, 2009 0:16:22 GMT -5
Very good. Keep up the great work. I am curious about this rival government.
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Jul 9, 2009 0:20:06 GMT -5
Post by Attero Dominatus on Jul 9, 2009 0:20:06 GMT -5
Thanks. I guess I can stuff about civilian weapons on my own online. I'll try to brush up on some of the details I want. The civilian weapons would no doubt be a lot more varies. Also, the closest US equivilent to the RPG is the AT4, a one shot disposable rocket launcher. The AT4 has two different variants. The AT4-CS uses salt water to reduce the backblast so it can be used in confined spaces. The AT4-HP has a high penetration warhead. The US also has the more advanced Javelin, which uses an infrared viewer (called the Command Launch Unit) to lock onto the heat emitted by the target and send the missile toward it. The Javelin is a fire-and-forget weapon which means that once the missile is away, the operator can get back behind cover or leave the area.
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Jul 9, 2009 1:39:44 GMT -5
Post by Floyd Looney on Jul 9, 2009 1:39:44 GMT -5
I'll mention it again as an RPG-7! I promise.
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Jul 9, 2009 17:12:50 GMT -5
Post by Floyd Looney on Jul 9, 2009 17:12:50 GMT -5
5,307 words already and I am just barely getting started!
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Jul 9, 2009 17:30:42 GMT -5
Post by Attero Dominatus on Jul 9, 2009 17:30:42 GMT -5
Cool, that is good progress.
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Jul 9, 2009 17:37:14 GMT -5
Post by Floyd Looney on Jul 9, 2009 17:37:14 GMT -5
Have you thought of an ongoing story yet?
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Jul 9, 2009 17:39:21 GMT -5
Post by Floyd Looney on Jul 9, 2009 17:39:21 GMT -5
I was doing research into the family name, its from ancient Ireland apparently. Maybe I could use this in a story? 'House of Looney' or something? Their are an awful lot of alternative spellings to O'Looney, McLooney, Lowny, Loney, Luna etc
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Jul 9, 2009 18:29:28 GMT -5
Post by Attero Dominatus on Jul 9, 2009 18:29:28 GMT -5
I have not thought of an Ongoing Story yet.
And yes I think using that name would be a good idea.
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