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Let's Play Jagged Alliance 2! (Redux):

 76 Flanker 66, Tue, 30th Nov '10 8:01:36 AM from The Cockpit of a Celestial Relationship Status: I like big bots and I can not lie
Manei Domini
Bigger C, your predecessor is disappoint.

Really, I'm finding it surprising that Jane's doing so well - I thought she'd get shot at least once.
Locking you up on radar since '09

Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze,

Up the iron pillars, rise in the waves
[up][up]Okay now that made me laugh.

Glad to see the squad is still alive after picking up the Idiot Ball.

edited 30th Nov '10 8:15:41 AM by Deltasquid

Wasp: I like how your relatives are smokin' hot, while the other girls seem... meh
Chilling with my niece
You know, Ben would fit right in on the A-Team.

Bunny
Also, I noticed you used youtube repeat in your video. I would personally recommend endless youtube, as it lets you do fun tricks like this.
One of my few regrets about being born female is the inability to grow a handlebar mustache. -Landstander
 80 Flanker 66, Wed, 1st Dec '10 1:22:35 AM from The Cockpit of a Celestial Relationship Status: I like big bots and I can not lie
Manei Domini
^^This entire squad is like the A-Team. tongue
Locking you up on radar since '09

Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze,

Up the iron pillars, rise in the waves
 81 Nimitz, Wed, 1st Dec '10 7:58:03 AM from Netherlands Antilles
[up][up] Oh, that's handy. :D Thanks for that.

Speaking of vids, how do you like the soundtrack, guys? I'm just putting up music to help set the mood. :P
 82 Flanker 66, Wed, 1st Dec '10 7:58:45 AM from The Cockpit of a Celestial Relationship Status: I like big bots and I can not lie
Manei Domini
The music's perfectly fine, Nimitz ol' boy.
Locking you up on radar since '09

Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze,

Up the iron pillars, rise in the waves
 83 Trigger Loaded, Wed, 1st Dec '10 6:42:12 PM from Canada, eh? Relationship Status: Healthy, deeply-felt respect for this here Shotgun
$50 a day, plus expenses
Ouch! Man, Big Ben is being hit by the zingers! Is it really wise to be insulting the big scary black guy with hand to hand combat training?

Ahh, but he's so apathetic his reaction to such insults is a resounding "Meh."
Don't take life too seriously. It's only a temporary situation.
 84 Nimitz, Wed, 1st Dec '10 6:52:09 PM from Netherlands Antilles
I'll work on the next update tomorrow.
 85 Nimitz, Thu, 2nd Dec '10 7:13:25 PM from Netherlands Antilles
Screenshots have been taken. I will post the update tomorrow.
 86 Nimitz, Fri, 3rd Dec '10 5:20:54 PM from Netherlands Antilles
Log 4: Setting Up Shop

Well, lookie here. I found this site through the links on A.I.M.'s website, but it was still under construction at the time. Now it's finally up. This is...oddly convenient. I mean, opening up right after we took the airfield, which is required for us to ship supplies in and out of the country? What are the odds?

In any case, this should come in handy. They've got a huge selection of guns, even if it is mostly basic. I'm sure it'll improve in time. I've still got plenty of money on hand, so I've decided to purchase a few items for the mercs. They'll need 'em.

Speaking of which, let's see what they're up to.

Hm. It appears that they've met the airport's cargo manager, one Pablo Greco.


Ira: This guy seems pretty slimy to me.

Cia: Yeh, I don't feel comfortable letting this tosser check our shipments.

C: Don't worry. We'll keep a close eye on him.


Couldn't agree more.

A little later, Jane finds a mechanic by the name of Waldo Zimmer. He informs us that the helicopter had a pilot, but the team killed him when they were taking over the airport. Shit. Luckily, Waldo tells us that he knows of another pilot in the country. He claims that this other pilot is on the run from the queen's forces. Perfect. We need to find this guy ASAP, after taking all of Drassen.


Bunny: Holy shit, guys!

Ellie: What?

Bunny: DUCT TAPE!

Ellie: ...Yes. And?

Bunny: And? Dude, you have no idea how useful this is! Now, all I need is a rock.

Ben: Er, what?

Ellie: I can understand taping something to your gun like a flashlight, but...why a rock?

Bunny: Ahh...when I find one, you'll see. *walks off*

Cia: ...The hell was that all about?

Ben: Don't know, don't care. As long as it doesn't affect his performance, it shouldn't matter.


The next day...

Alright, I've received two new e-mails. One is from Bobby Ray's. They've sent our stuff, it seems. Nice.

The second one is...More Economic Recruiting Center. What a crappy acronym, they just needed an excuse to use the word merc. I'm getting a bad vibe already...ah well, let's see what they have to offer.

Oh boy. Annoying yellow background composed of poorly made image tiles? I feel better already.

Who's this joker?

First customer. *sigh* Great. So this Speck T. Kline fellow tells me he used to be with A.I.M. Looking at their alumni list, I see that this is actually true. He left the organization to form his own PMC, it seems. Guess this is it. Well, might as well make an account, see if his guys are any good...

Hmph, figures. None of these guys are very good soldiers, and most of them are psychos. They do come cheap, but that's not enough to convince me to hire one of them. Sorry, Mr. Kline, but I refuse to stoop to such low standards.

Moving on; we've taken the airport, sure, but it won't mean anything if we can't defend it. I am certain there will be a counterattack, so I'm having Carlos and Jane train militia to defend the airfield. Once we take the whole town, we'll train even more militia, enough to properly defend the whole place without the our help. This is crucial; we cannot hope to defeat Deidranna alone, and even if we did, Arulco would have no standing army. The country would either fall into chaos or be annexed by a neighboring country, and I don't think Mr. Chivaldori would appreciate that very much.


Cia: Okay, let's see what we've got...ooh, neat. Looks like everything's in order...wait a minute. What the feck? Guys, get your arses over here!

C: What is it?

Cia: See for yourself. Check the manifest.

C: Okay...oh, you're shitting me.

Ellie: What is it?

C: Looks like somebody swiped some of our shit.

Bunny: Oh, what?!

Ben: Fantastic.

Generica: Do you know who did it?

C: Maybe. Hey Pablo! What the fuck, man, what'd you do with our stuff?

Pablo: It wasn't me, man, I swear!

C: Don't start with me! *walks up, grabs by collar* I'm already running out of patience. You know how many men we've killed already? What makes you think we won't just dispose of you right now? Spill!

Pablo: *Talks tough*

C: I don't, eh? Well... *pulls out sidearm* let's see if you can back up that claim. *shoots Pablo in the leg*

Pablo: *concedes*

C: That's better. Tomorrow, then. You'd better have it, or you're done. *walks back to group*

Ellie: Was that really necessary?

C: Yes. Look, I know his kind. They can't be won over with words alone easily. Sometimes, you need to get a little rough with 'em.

Cia: Now that's a philosophy I can get behind.

Ben: And by getting a little rough, you mean shooting them in the leg.

C: I grazed him, Ben. He'll be fine.

Ben: If you say so, but what if he doesn't learn?

C: I repeat.

Generica: And if you don't graze him?

C: Well-

Generica: C, let me just stop you right there, and say my piece. If you think we'll be able to persuade everyone with threats or torture, you're dead wrong.

C: 'Rica, that's not what I believe.

Generica: Then why is Pablo an exception? Sure, he's an asshole, but he's practically a saint compared to a few other people on this island. Also, remember, he's in charge of shipping and handling here. What do you think will happen if we kill him?

C: Okay, point, but how else am I supposed to get him to talk?

Generica: I also know people like him, C. They're very materialistic.

C: Dinero, then?

Generica: You got it.

C: Feels like I'd be rewarding him for taking our shit.

Generica: It's not like you'd have to give him a lot. Maybe ten bucks? And you don't have to give him money from your own pockets. Our employer has plenty of cash. I don't think he'd mind letting us spend a fraction of it.

C: Alright, you've made your point. I won't hurt him next time.

Generica: Good.

C: You know, we're still on the same side.

Generica: Yes, but this is war. It does funny things to our minds sometimes. That's why we need other people to keep us in check.

C: True...


Hope you guys don't mind the absence of combat in this log. I've got the screenshots for the next one, and it'll make up for it. :)

edited 3rd Dec '10 9:18:43 PM by Nimitz

Rock On
Cool. I usually flip it around with Pablo, bribe first then beatings. I figure helping us is pretty damn dangerous. Hey, if you take Meduna airport, can you ship stuff there?

Bobby Ray's gun selection still pretty bare?

By the way, can't remember if I brought this up in the last thread, did you ever visit the Florist's website?
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NOBODY STEALS MY SHIT AND JUST WALKS AWAY.

(They do limp away, though.)
 
 89 Deathonabun, Fri, 3rd Dec '10 7:56:33 PM from the bedroom
Bunny
DUCT TAPE.

Now all I need is a rock...

edited 3rd Dec '10 7:56:57 PM by Deathonabun

One of my few regrets about being born female is the inability to grow a handlebar mustache. -Landstander
The only mercenary company with the official backing of The Red Green Show. [lol]
 
Rock On
If the women don't find you handsome, they should at least find you- Dramatic Gun Cock -handy.

edited 3rd Dec '10 9:14:59 PM by DrRockopolis

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Bunny
Ben: And by getting a little rough, you mean shooting them in the leg.

C: I grazed him, Ben. He'll be fine.

Ben's just angry he couldn't have made that shot.
One of my few regrets about being born female is the inability to grow a handlebar mustache. -Landstander
 93 Flanker 66, Sat, 4th Dec '10 3:29:46 AM from The Cockpit of a Celestial Relationship Status: I like big bots and I can not lie
Manei Domini
And Generica is becoming the (somewhat) moral centre of our group. tongue
Locking you up on radar since '09

Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze,

Up the iron pillars, rise in the waves
I usually just punch him when he steals my stuff.

Also make sure to kill that bitch in the T-shirt factory in the next sector. The T-shirts can be ripped up with a knife into ribbons, and ribbons + liquor = molotovs. She also has a key to an MP5K, which will help.

Also, the chatter is just too damn good to pass up.

EDIT: also, where did you download the latest version? I can't find it anywhere. tongue

edited 4th Dec '10 10:52:49 AM by Deltasquid

Wasp: I like how your relatives are smokin' hot, while the other girls seem... meh
Chilling with my niece
Out of curiosity, how's the looting been co far? Anything good yet?

 96 Nimitz, Sat, 4th Dec '10 7:59:04 PM from Netherlands Antilles
@Doc Rock: Not sure, I never got that far. And yeah, Bobby Ray's mainly has just pistols and machine pistols. There are SM Gs and Shotguns in the used section, but they're in bad condition, and the site's not selling ammo for shotguns yet. I'll wait on those. And do you mean the mortuary? Yeah, I visited it. Why?

One more thing, you can make a sheet, you know. :P

@Deltasquid: You can find the latest version here. Now, keep in mind, these are betas. They do have a few bugs, but I think the sheer amount of features they bring are worth it. Never knew I could tear up those shirts. I'll keep that in mind. :)

@colin: Unfortunately, the enemies are mostly dropping ammo, and a few handguns. I turned "drop all" off, so we have a lower chance of getting stuff from them. I did this because if it was on, it would make the game way too easy.

Now, let's continue!


Log 5: Nothing's Ever Simple

C: *yawns* Fuck, I'm exhausted.

Bunny: You stayed up all night, right?

C: Yeah, 'Rica did, too, to train these assholes.

Ben: Yeah, that ain't fun, but hey, they're learning, right?

C: Yes, but they barely qualify as soldiers. We need more ti-

Militia: *fzzht* One-One!

C: *sigh* What now...One-One here. Go ahead, Private.

Militia: I think I see movement, over by the trees!

C: What? Confirm your sighting.

Militia: I think I see...oh my God. Contact! There's a doz- *distant gunshot* A-aagh...!

C: Private? Private, respond!

Ellie: That shot came from the east, C. We've got trouble.

C: Shit. Alert! All units, converge at the entrance. We are under attack. This is not, I repeat, ''not'' a drill. Engage at will!

Militia: I see nothing to the south!

Militia: Oh God!

Soldier: *shoots*

Militia: Ohhh...

Militia: He's hit! Shit, man down!

Soldier: *shoots*

Militia: Aaagh, medic!

Generica: We're splitting up. Cia, Ellie, on me.

C: I'm hangin' back for now. Can't risk it with these wounds. Plus, I've got the radio.

Cia: I see him! That wanker's mine. *shoots a burst when she was supposed to shoot once* MINE!

Ellie: Um, are you okay?

Cia: Oh, just peachy. *shoots another unwanted burst* Ha ha.

Generica: Cia, cool it! Conserve your ammo, 10mm isn't very common around these parts.

Ben: Bunny, come with me. Stick around the toll booth.

Bunny: Got it.

Ben: You still got some grenades.

Bunny: Hell yeah, I do!

Ben: Keep 'em on hand. We may need them.

Soldier: *finishes downed militia, then gets shot himself* Ugh!

Militia: Aiiee!

Ellie: There's a ton of them out there. We can take them! *shoots* Tango is down.

Cia: I got him! *teamkills by accident*

Militia: *gurgles*

Cia: ...Oops.

Bunny: What the FUCK?!

Generica: CHECK YOUR FIRE! Cia, what is wrong with you?!

Cia: He was in my line of fire! I was aiming at-

C: Enough! We don't have time for this!

Cia: There, happy?

Generica: Well, maybe next time you can do it without killing one of our ohhhhh shit.

Ellie: Oh shit nothing! We will hold the line!

Ben: They're coming from everywhere!

Militia: Not one step back!

Militia: I got one!

Ben: Hey, a grenade would be pretty handy right now, Bunny.

Bunny: I hear ya Eat shrapnel, ya sons of bitches! *BOOM* YEAH! That's the shit right there!

Ben: Tango hit!

Ellie: Got another! I will end all of you!

Cia: Fucking DIE!

Generica: Conserve, Cia! Conserve!

Ellie: We're taking fire. Bring it on, I say!

Soldier: *shoots*

Ellie: Nngh, you think that'll stop me?! COME ON!

Militia: Got him! He's down!

C: [[http://www.box.net/shared/pcv5x87ppb You can win this, people! Keep firing!

Bunny: You ain't got jack shit on us!

Ellie: Another one down!

Cia: Is that it?! Really?!

C: I'm grabbin' some cover by you! Keep it coming!

Ellie: AH! Figlio di una cagna...!

C: Ellie's hit!

Ellie: Aaaagh!

C: Get out of- fffffuck!

Generica: C, get back!

C: I am staying back! He just got lucky!

Militia: You should've left us alone!

Bunny: Grenade out! *BOOM* Holy shit, he burned to a crisp!

Ben: Idiots. Don't they know that bunching up is a bad idea?

Cia: He's not getting up! Neither are you! *shoots* Dammit. Getting there!

C: Go, I've got you! *shoots*

Ellie: ARGH! Go away! Why do you hate me?!

C: Ira, get up here! Ellie needs you! *click* What the?! God dammit, jammed! Gimme a sec!

Ira: Roger!

Generica: I've got your back! *shoots*

Cia: HA HA HA!

Generica: Cia!

Cia: You're going to die! *click* Oh, dammit. Not now!

Generica: That's why you need to fucking conserve!

Militia: He's dead! We're gonna win this one!

Militia: One-One, this is Two-One. We've got them on the run!

C: I can see that. Don't let it go to your head. Just finish them off, then we can celebrate.

Cia: I'm not done yet!

Generica: God dammit, Cia, kill shots only!

Cia: But that's no fun.

Ira: Hold still, now. This is gonna hurt a bit.

Ellie: Don't worry about that. Just patch me up.

Militia: He's finished!

Ben: He's in my sights. *shoots* That's it.

Cia: There's only one left! Kill that bastard!

Generica: Tango is retreating. Should we let him go, C?

C: Negative. Bunny, Ben, finish him off.

Bunny: Gladly. C'mon, let's go!

Ben: Right behind you.

Bunny: Oh, no you don't!

Ben: Don't kill him. Cover my advance.

Bunny: Wanna get all close and personal, eh? Alright, I gotcha.

Ben: Hold still, bitch. *shank*

Soldier: *gurgles*

Ben: He's down.

C: That was pretty cold of you.

Ben: Hey, I needed an excuse to use this thing. 'Sides, he deserved it. Anyway, I think we're done here.


It was a tough fight, but the mercs and militia wiped out the attacking force completely. I don't think they were expecting backup. C felt that two members of the militia performed admirably on the field, so he promoted them. He also gave them extra training and equipment.

I'm also buying a few more items from the store. I'm running low on funds now. Enrico's files indicate that Drassen contains a fully functional mine. If we can take it, we can use it to generate some revenue. We can't continue this operation if we run out of money, after all.

Until next time. Nimitz out.

edited 4th Dec '10 8:01:49 PM by Nimitz

 97 Trigger Loaded, Sat, 4th Dec '10 9:38:31 PM from Canada, eh? Relationship Status: Healthy, deeply-felt respect for this here Shotgun
$50 a day, plus expenses
Geez, at least Ben hasn't had any friendly fire incidents.

Though I'm starting to wonder, after the deliberate knifing death of a panicked soldier, if his laid-back devil-may-care attitude is hiding something...

Don't take life too seriously. It's only a temporary situation.
Rock On
The links section of the mortuary site directs you to a florist. Bit of an Easter Egg, but you can send flowers to Meduna and get a cutscene where the queen flips out; I think she might also send troops.

As for the character sheet, I'm working on it. Maybe John Carter of Mars will give me some inspiration over the train trip. Seems like you're keeping everyone alive, though.
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Sending flowers to Deidranna is always fun.
Wasp: I like how your relatives are smokin' hot, while the other girls seem... meh
 100 Flanker 66, Sun, 5th Dec '10 3:34:58 AM from The Cockpit of a Celestial Relationship Status: I like big bots and I can not lie
Manei Domini
Well, that was a close shave.
Locking you up on radar since '09

Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze,

Up the iron pillars, rise in the waves
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