Author Topic: The Liquidators  (Read 3167 times)

"I've got the gun!" You say, getting into the gunner's seat.

Landon starts the BTR. It's old engine roars, and the BTR begins rolling down the street.

"I'm going to take us east away from the gunfire and then back south to Avery, there we should be okay,"

Avery is a survivor city southeast of Khem. It sits by a river that run through the city. This is the place you call home. There is a small four room hovel your group owns that you keep special loot in, or just otherwise stay at when not out in the wastelands of the zone.

The scanner begins picking up the distress calls of an independent faction convoy that is being attacked on highway M72. They claim to be attacked by a group of Ecclesiarchy soldiers.

Head to Highway M72 and see if you can help the convoy. If they're just being attacked by soldiers, it's probably not a problem for you unless they have vehicles.


"You hear that?" Landon yells over the droning of the engine, "they're willing to pay anyone who comes to help them out,"

"This is Convoy 519D out of Avery, were on M72 outside of Khem, being attacked by Eccelsiarchy soldiers, one of our Ural's have been hit, were trying to get the cargo out of it! Our employers are willing to pay anyone who can assist us in the defense of this convoy! We have two dead and three wounded over here!..."

...

"This is Convoy 519D out of Avery..."

"This is Liquidator," Landon yells into the radio, "we're in a BTR-90, we're coming to you. We are about five minutes out,"

"Got it Liquidator, hurry!" The radioman says.

A few seconds pass as Landon turns the BTR around.

"This is Convoy 519D out of Avery... *Explosion*... Was that a Carl Gustav? Liquidator, be aware, they have anti-armor capabilities out here,"

The BTR barrels down the side streets until coming on to a ramp. Landon locks the front viewports, as Jake forces his gun into one of the firing ports on the side of the vehicle. An Ecclesiarchy BTR-152 slams it's brakes and stops in front of the convoy, another squad starts piling out. If you hit them now you still may be able to kill a lot of them while their in the vehicle. You are about 600 yards away from the fight.

Open fire on the enemy BTR.
Also, try and keep an eye out for the AT they talked about.

POMP POMP POMP POMP

The BTR-152 catches fire and burns as you riddle it with 30mm fire. Soldiers fall over left and right.

A soldier stands up from the top of an apartment building, it's roof is level with the highway. He is holding the Carl Gustav. He's aiming at your BTR. Another soldier pops up and hits the Convoy's lead BRDM-2 with a rifle grenade. The BRDM is knocked out.

"THE GUSTAV NICK!" Landon screams from the drivers seat.

You pull both the 30mm Cannon and coaxial gun triggers. The man is cut down, the rooftop banister is destroyed.

A few smoke grenades hit the highway and being to burn. The Ecclesiarchy soldiers break contact.

Continue into the smoke, kill any person who surrenders. No mercy.

The BTR slips past the smoke and burning 152. You open up the hatch and stand up. The convoy's personnel are collecting their casualties, and looting the bodies of the soldiers.

Landon brings the vehicle to a stop and the side hatch falls open. Jake steps out the side.

There are personnel gathered around the still-smoldering Ural. They are huddled around a massive armored case. All of them are wearing ther CBNR gear, gas masks and all. Two of them are holding Geiger Counters, probing the case. One of them runs to the convoy's CO. They exchange a few words, before the CO approaches you.

"Thank you for your services, gentlemen," he says, "Thanks to you all, we weren't wiped out, I have procured a silver bar as your reward,"

post in the aces thread

Take the silver bar, and then tell the crew of the BTR that you can share it

No, you put it into the group's lot and buy fuel >:(

The man hands Landon the bar.

You can't cut it into thirds because it is divided into 16 pieces. The bar will only cut in certain places without destroying it.

Jake begins conversing with the CO about working a convoy, mainly small talk.


A dosimeter chirps in warning on one of the men who are working around the crate. You recognize the tone. It simply signals that you will be above the hourly/daily limit at the rate you are currently recovering radiation.

See if you can get some sleep.


go get some fuel, or, even better, ask for some from that little caravan

The convoy CO says they don't have any fuel to spare. As he walks away, the suited up men haul the case over to the side of the highway, and dump it over the concrete barrier. The CO thanks you again and the convoy pulls away. All that's left after a minute is the smoldering Ural.

What do you do now?