: Log Entry :
: 05062102064400 :
: Corp. B. Crowski, Comm
Officer :
I believe that the only thing that saved the pres was the simple fact that it was one of our own bases that we were invading. I was able to download the scematics of the base from the A22 databanks with my comm equipment into the admirals tactical computer, and from that we had a plan. The heavy weapons would be left with a small group (There were only 17 of us at this point plus the pres) and Briggs set up quite the tripwire perimiter. The admiral decided on speed and accuracy over brute force. 3 of the men were issued high caliber sniper rifles and portiable sonic dampening feilds and told to take out the outer defences of the base. Given exact scematics the snipers were able to get into positions of maximum damage... altho it really didnt help alot.
The Scroggs had had the base for quite some time already without actually letting anyone know about it. They must have kept a small group of people who kept up the facade of a US controlled base while slowly building up a supply of our own equipment. Some of the men noticed a weird abundance of construction equipment (nowadays anything more then a front end loader or a backhoe is considered abundant), but there was no sight of what they may have been working on. Something that was obvious tho was the new armorments on the outer wall.
At around 4 in the morning, when we hoped their defences would be the lightest and we could simply sneak in and take the base without much fuss, the admiral gave the snipers their signal and the fun began. The perimiter of the base was actually less then lightly defended. But then again, with half a dozen new 75 caliber 'man eater' turrets surrouding the base, it dosent take a whole heck of alot of people to chew up a whole squad and make the landscape into some sort of strip mining operation. The snipers were able to take out 2 of the turret operators and seriously wound one other before the spotlights hit them. Its something to see one of those guns go into action, with an almost 7 second wind up, it reaches a velocity fast enough to spit out almost 9000 rounds a minute. The snipers were there one moment, then their positions were just clouds of blood, gore, and the surrounding landscape. At that point the plan changed to something we had all been hoping woudn't be called for. One of the low impact nukes had been salvaged from the plane wreck, and an engineer had modified the payload to fit into a standard issue rocket launcher. We pulled back about 100 meters from the ridgeline, and sent one of the rangers out with the rocket launcher. Rangers aren't really trained with rocket launchers, but with the fire and forget tech A22 had developed, it didnt matter a whole lot.
You havent lived until you've seen a low-yeild nuke go off not more then a click away. The emp from the blast would have completly fried my com systems if i hadn't had the forethough to power down the equipment 1st. The men who didnt power down their armor, well... lets just say their wishing right now they had. The missle hit the left side of the fence and instantly vaporized 2 of the man eaters. The resulting blast blacked out the rest of the base and put a pretty nice scar on the front wall. Nobody, including the engineers, quite knew what to expect.. but in my opinion the blast wasn't everything we had been told would happen. I guess that could be due to the fact that it was a sub-kilotonne payload... but in retrospect it was nothing more then alot of eye candy.
We rushed the base seconds after the blast wave passed overhead, resistance was light outside of the base, but we were running low on ammo and these Scroggs took alot of it to take them down. Those Canadians may be cold fuckers (no pun intended), but damnit do they know their bio-engineering. One of the engineers hot wired a side loading bay door and we were in. Time to turn this from a penetration mission to a good old fashioned 'search and destroy'. Our 1st priority was the aqusition of more weapons and ammo. An ammo dump was located about 300 meters across the base through mostly winding hallways. The scroggs were starting to get the power back on in certain sectors so we had to make this quick before they got the security monitors back up. The 1st 100 meters or so was simple room to room sweeps that resulted in quite a few pretty gorry grenade deaths that i wish i had on tape. But the hallway lead into a small R&D room that was apparently being used with some vigor. This was the 1st time we got to see what they had really been developing until now. The blast from the anti-matter emitter ripped apart our forward flank, scrath 3, and expanded the R&D room back about 5 meters or so through solid titanium. The engineers explained some of the theory to me about the anti-matter gun. Apparently it creates a beam of unreality (thats the best they could explain it i guess) that reverses the 'polarity' of everything it passes through. The resulting contact between the matter and newly created anti-matter along the beam is baically a flamethrower to the n'th degree. Its more like an explosion thrower. One of the Heavy Weapons guys went absolutely nuts when he saw one of his friends 'dissapear' and vaporized the whole room with his lazer gattlin. It took 3 guys to force him to stop firing. But no matter how pooly executed, it worked. We didnt bother even looking through the room for salvagable munitions, there's only a certain amount of gore a person can force themselves to dig through. The engineers did decide to grab the pieces of the Anti-Matter gun tho... for 'research purposes' they tell me. Heh, they just wanted a new toy to play with.
The rest of the trip to the ammo dump was a continual firefight for every meter. We'd clear out a group with a nicely placed rocket and they'd force us back with a hail of lazer fire. We'd take out a group with a heavy weapons, they'd storm us hand-to-hand. Jonson finally had the bright idea of using the napalm grenade launcher, 'There's nothing like the smell of napalm in the morning' is a saying from one of my favorite 2dees, but really.. the smell aint that great and the resulting fireball is in some ways worse. Without something to block the blast there was a great chorus of 'hit the floor' and 'you fucking moron' as things got pretty toasty. As soon as the blast was gone we launced a couple of rockets down the hallway for good measure and made a break for it, but not before putting out the small fire that had eruped on the presidents back. We stormed through the last 25 meters to the ammo dump like hell opening its doors to the legions and got everyone into the room before the scroggs could sufficently regroup.
Thank god for our american mistrust with anything firearm related. That ammo dump was probably the most secureable room in the building. After the counting was done we had only lost 4 men including the 3 from the AM emitter. The rest of us were nothing the meds coudnt take care of with some adrenalin shots and quick fix patchwork. You havent had any real fun untill you've taken stitches without anistetics. We could have used the regen patches, but the meds said they were for something 'critical', which apparently a hole in the arm isn't.. go figure. The pres's back was treated with a regen patch and he was given a couple of THC based painkillers.. damn, mabye i should go into politics after this...
So here we sit, the admiral is deciding whether we should stay here and wait for the evac or attempt to clear the base and secure the landing pad... i think we all know what his decision is going to be, and no one is looking forward to it.
13 people, 8 hours, 1 hunted president... I don't like these odds.