I wish Fraps could save pictures in a format that wouldn't decrease quality like .jpgs. .Pngs are much better looking, but each picture is a couple hundred kilobytes. Anyway, moving on.
Log 3: Offensive Play
Nine hours later...
Bunny: Why are we attacking at night again?
Ellie: È sciocco. Haven't you ever heard of the element of surprise?
Ben: Hey, wait a sec. Weren't you injured, Bunny?
Bunny: Yeah, but I'm feeling better already. How about you guys?
C: I'm good.
Cia: I'm fine.
Ellie: Feel like new.
Bunny: Guess a couple hours of rest will heal an injury like that right up. Don't question it, Ben.
C: Alright, cut the chatter. Let's get a move on. 'Rica, take point.
Generica: On it.
The team sneaks over to a cluster of trees directly south of the airfield's entrance.
Ellie: We will scout it out. NVGs.
Cia: I've got one. He's standing guard by the toll booth. He doesn't see me...
requesting permission to engage.
C: Granted. Everyone else, prepare to leg it.
Cia: Scored a hit. He's still standing.
Ellie: I see another one at the other booth.
Cannot engage, need time to set up.
Cia: Got the blighter.
C: Move up! Go, go, go!
Bunny: Jesus, we're taking fire! Right side!
Generica: I see him.
*fires* Shots went wild, I'm pulling back!
Ira: I got 'im!
Wait, damn, he's still up!
Ben: I'm coming. *fires two shots, misses both*
God damn it to hell.
Generica: So you do
just suck. Urgh, allow me.
Cia: Behind the fence, hostile!
Ellie: Shit, that was a close one!
C: I've got your back! *fires* Scored a hit!
Keep moving forward, don't lose momentum!
Hidden soldier: *shoots*
C: Enemy fire! Find the shooter!
Bunny: There, muzzle flash!
Bunny: Ah, fuck...!
Bunny: Don't worry! Armor caught it. I'll take care of the other one! *shoots* Got him!
Cia: Up on the flank! Tango!
Ben: God damn, Ira's hit! Return fire! *shoots*
He's dead. Ben, cover me! I'll see to Ira.
Generica: Jeez. I'm not gonna lie to you, he got you good. You'll live, but you won't be getting into any more fights for a while.
Cia: Hide from me, will ya?!
C: *shoots* Dispatched.
Alright, you finished back there? Follow me, we're Oscar Mike!
Generica: Keep your eyes peeled. There could be more of them.
(Here, I had a moment of stupidity. While the team was walking through the airfield, I pressed the alt key and clicked on a point on the ground. This causes your mercs to advance "cautiously". Heh, well, they don't use caution so much as they face a direction you don't want them to face, and they stay that way
until you select a new destination with the alt key unpressed. I didn't do this until it was too late. So yeah, because of this, the following happened...)
C: Everyone, watch our six.
Ben: On it, boss.
C: No, literally, watch it.
Ben: ...I'm sorry, what?
C: Everyone turn around!
C: Just do it!
Everyone turns around...and C gets shot in the back three times.
Bunny: C! God dammit!
Cia: What the bloody-?!
Ellie: *fires a burst*
Generica: Sweep the area!
Cia: All clear!
Bunny: Got nothin'!
Ellie: I see no movement.
Generica: Alright...stand down. Let's help C.
Generica: Okay, I'll be frank: are you out of your fucking mind?!
Bunny: Yeah! What were you thinking, turning your back like that?! You almost got yourself killed!
C: I...I don't know! Just...I had this urge to do that.
C: I don't know...shit.
Ellie: I think you have seen enough combat for one day.
Bunny: I think we've all
seen enough for one day.
C: Yeah...okay, let's settle down. We did it, people. Drassen's airfield is ours.
edited 29th Nov '10 4:04:50 PM by Nimitz