TACTICOOL - Act I [4 spots left!]

[Gojira]

"...huh? wh-what the hell..."
I basically fall out of bed with a loud thump. I walk over to the window, where I see 8.8 cm flak guns hammering away at thousands of little dots in the sky. No time for coffee this morning. I run right to the officer's complex, adrenaline giving me the energy I need. I didn't sign up to die, I signed up to win the war. And I'm not sure planes bombing the base is going to win the war for me or for anyone else.

[Ad Bot]

[Mr. Hurricane]

I arrive at the officers complex. It's chaos.

"-Attack, this is no drill. -- Mechanized Infantry Battalion officers, ready room five. 5-0-5th battalion officers, man vehicles, tune to Battalion HQ Frequency for brief,"

I spin around on my heel and jog out the door, running into Lucas Steele. I snag his arm with my hand.

"Lieutenant, get the men, wake to officers, tell them to man vehicles. Everyone. All of them. I'll be in 000 on the phone with battalion."

[Swat 3]

Name: Jose Puerto
Role: Janitor
Age: 34
Appearance/Mannerisms: Dark eyes and hair; mexican of origin. Favors a lightly chiseled moustache. Seen with a spray bottle at all times. Follows orders and keeps to himself; someone has to feed the kids.

Your Crew:
Jose is an independent hombre. His only crew is his spray bottle and towel.


Your Section:
Boss 1: Xavier Watson
Boss 2: Xavier's Nephew


do i pass.
jose work cheap.
clean tank good.

[Gojira]

no
join tank

"Yes sir!"
I run to the barracks, and start flicking the lights on and off (assuming they have them).
"OI, WE'RE UNDER ATTACK! GET YOUR ASSES INTO YOUR TANKS AND GET GOING!"
I run to every room and repeat this.
Everyone jumps up and rushes to their tank, hearing the sirens and flak guns blasting away.

[Comatose]

I wake with a start to the thumping of guns outside the barracks. Dazed, I sit up and look around the room, finding I'm the only one still in the barracks asleep. I walk, embarrassed, to the window and peer upward at the cloud of aircraft approaching the base. "stuff," I mutter, running for the door. "stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff."

As I run down the hall toward the officers' complex, men and women rush past me in various states of dress. I enter and quickly locate my locate my locker, struggling to don my gear as those around me rush around like frenzied ants. Eventually, I manage to put on my gear and rush back out, making a beeline for the door outside.

no
join tank

no
he clean my tank
make sparkle
need lemon pledge

[NoZoner]

That noise. God dammit, shut it off. Let me sleep.

... Ah, it's a siren. For forget's sake.


I wake up with a bit of a start, rubbing away the sweet sleep from my eyes. I throw on my combat dress, holster my sidearm and haggardly run down to the office. Every footfall seems to resonate with the crackle of heavy gunfire, underlined by the incessant droning of aircraft engines.

I take a moment to peek my head out a window. Black dots, at least a thousand of them.

Running a little faster now.

[Mr. Hurricane]

Lucas runs off and I run to the Tiger. 000 sits in the sun. I scamper onto the vehicle and pry open the drivers hatch, fumbling around for the master power. I hit it and scramble over to the RO's side, and lower myself in. I fumble with the radio and get the setting to battalion. I grab Alexi's headset.

"A Company," the CO says.

"Here,"

"B,"

"Here," I reply.

"C... C Company? Oh, stuff, they're not here! D Company? stuff!" The CO says.

There is a moment of silence.

"Okay, let's make this quick. Two forces are pouring across the border in three locations. The first force consists of militiamen from the HHC's Communist Parties. They have anti-tank rifles and firebombs, but minimal actual armament. They also have a lot of old Narodan tanks.

The second wave consists of a mixed contingent, they come in huge numbers. Do not get swarmed. These troops have a mix of equipment. They for certain have new tanks and newer AT rifles. The entire battalion will move to counterattack at the border town a Metz. It is critical. Stop them, and at the least buy time, you have fifteen. Operation begins in one-five,"

I let go of a heavy breath and think about the situation. I notice the Alexi's pale face has been staring at me for some time. His blue eyes wide. Wait, he has blue eyes? Never noticed.

[Juncoph]

Sirens. Sirens! forget. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uu-

I continue mentally humming 'uuuuuuuuuuuuu' as I throw myself around, gathering up the appropriate gear. Within a surprisingly small amount of time I'm running for my life-- towards my tank. At one point I trip because I got scared by an explosion but in retrospect it was probably a moron operating the flak who panicked and didn't set the fuse correctly, meaning it exploded way too low. Not dangerously low, but still.



Meeting up with my crew, we shuffle into the tank and by the time I've got my ass in the fighting compartment we're already receiving orders over the radio. Working off of the info at hand we head for some thick vegetation just behind what we've assumed will be the front line. Our tank isn't meant to hold the line, after all, but to reinforce it.

[NoZoner]

I fly out the door and sprint for the Panzer, forming up with the rest of the crew by the time I reach the vehicle. "Start it up! Go!" I practically leap onto the chassis and jump down the cupola. The rest slip through the other hatches, all of which close in a flurry of metallic clangs. Jameson starts the engine and throws the power switch, and Savoy works the stack and gets into contact with the battalion.

[Gojira]

I run to my Tiger and hop in the hatch.
"Everyone in, hurry! This is for real!"
Everyone piles in.
"Go, drive, get a move on!"
The Tiger lurches forward to meet up with the rest of the battalion.

[Mr. Hurricane]

The tank angrily grumbles as we prepare to move.

"Alexi, company, now,"

"Yessir, you're on,"

I pick up the radio.

"Check Check. Shut up and listen. As you've noticed Naroda has taken hostile action against Hiemat. We have orders to move to the village of Metz and mount a counterattack. The town is seven miles away. We will not be in convoy form. I want wedges. We only have a few tanks to work with. The enemy is in two waves, one militia wave, with old Narodan tanks, old AT Rifles, and firebombs, and the main force, comprised of a mix of tanks and infantry. They have modern tanks and weapons. Do not forget around with them. We are out the gates in five. Hostile air power is not a large threat. Our fighters are more than enough as of now. We will assist an two infantry battalions in the counter assault. Follow me!"

I put up the intercom.

"Driver, gates now."

The engine roars in fury as the tank lurches forward. The tunes of the engine change as we shift gears to pivot. Tanks begin slinking along.


Terrain: Light inclines and tree lines. Sporadic trees and bushes. Ditches run alongside some dirt roads.

Remember you guys are platoon leaders and section leaders. Don't forget about your tanks.

[Gojira]

"102 and 103, follow! We're heading for the town! 104, get your crews going, come on!"
102 and 103 form up behind me as quickly as they can in those massive steel frames. Luckily for us, the terrain is easy to drive over, with little maneuvering needed. If this were dense forest, Narodan forces would have caught up by now and killed every single man in the Tigers. The engines roar.
"Don't kick up dust, don't let them know where we are," I say over radio to all of First Platoon.
More quietly, to myself, I ask, "Where the hell's the platoon sergeant?"

[Swat 3]

i guess jose no good for you

*jose joins enemy*
i clean tank for them now

[Gojira]

i guess jose no good for you

*jose joins enemy*
i clean tank for them now

shame on jose
he will be of die soon

[Mr. Hurricane]

"Battalion, deploy," I hear from the CO.

A company of infantry appears and approaches our company. They being climbing onto the tanks.

"Captain," the infantry CO says.

"Yes?"

"We'll be along for the ride,"

"Very well."

A few men push the gates open. Three lines of vehicles begin rolling out. Ours is the farthest right line. There is open field and a some gentile inclinations between us and the town.

"Company, let's go! Wedge formations, protect the half tracks in the middle of our formation. Be careful of the infantry riding along,"