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For What It's Worth: A Quest in Completely Normal Vietnam
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Softly, Quietly
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- He/Him
There's something happening here.
Music's barely heard over the roar of a helicopter's rotors, breaking gravity's pull by sheer force and American ingenuity. The UH-1, lovingly nicknamed Huey, keeps you afloat, rumbling and roaring in its path over the achingly hot jungle beneath. Fatigues supposedly rated for the environment turn the heat from killing to merely punishing, aided further by the gale-force wind of travel.
The music is all there is to focus on, really, the jungle below breaking up the numb feeling of existence outside its wet and miserable embrace. Breath feels heavy in the humid air and your body aches with past exertion and injury.
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
Cam Rahn base comes into sight, the concrete intermixing with dirt and pulsing with the sun-gifted temperature. The ground comes fast, the pilot having landed at this Godforsaken patch of hell so many times they can do it practically by eye. Asphalt black consumes everything and the radiation from it spills sweat from your brow.
I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going d-
The music cuts out, leaving only the dozen myriad noises of a base infested with soldiery. A man in a dress shirt and black pants looks like the CIA's best attempt at a normal human. Barely even showing his innate lizardness he grins a sickly sweet friendly, talking in the whiny, college grad voice you've come to expect.
"Staff Sergeant Stafford! Great to meetcha!" Yankee lilt to his tune, typical "My name's Agent Hunt!" The spook extends his hand, skin red under the gentle caress of daylight. Taking it with a crisp manoeuvre the handshake is rough, without a good grip and is shaky from dehydration he hasn't solved.
"Follow me! Let's get under some shade!" He walks over to an open-air bar, sitting at an empty table, plastic chairs holding up your weight as you sit down. A local waitress in a too-short skirt and too-tight top setting down beers while sticking her assets in both of your faces. Agent Hunt smiles up and towards her with the look of a man who has gone soft with luxury.
"What're we talkin' about, then?" You cut through this pleasantry and try to avoid staying in the open for a moment longer. "Huh, southern? That wasn't on your file." This new information unsettles him, sparking up that inch of fear every agent you've seen gets when things change. "Well, uh, so." He coughs, buying time, "So, we are gonna outfit you with a small squad." He pushes over a paper displaying mostly blacked-out information.
"You are gonna go up and past where we stopped the Tet Offensive, and then you are gonna swing into Cambodia on foot, roger?" You frown at that, senses sparking back to life as he interests you, "Cambodia, sir? Wasn't aware we were at war." The response appears to be funny, judging from his laugh. "Straight-laced are we? Cambodia is supporting the VC. The Ho Chi Minh trail runs up and down it, letting them move wherever the fuck they want, however they want, whenever they want." Taking a drink of the fruity local liquor, he settles into the next conversation.
"In Cambodia, your job is to get actionable intel on the Ho Chi Minh trail and bring it back to us. This'll let us actually engage with the situation instead of sitting on our asses doing nothing." His mouth runs through the words, evidently practised in front of a mirror for this conversation. "Support will be slim, but I can pull a few strings here or there."
Not really something you can refuse, and you don't really have that urge anyhow. "Sure thing." Trying to get through this meeting faster so you can get away from here, you spur your body into motion to put a hand on the table and stand, jungle fatigue sleeves rolled up to your biceps to defeat the heat, "Let's show you your men, yeah?"
Rising up and letting his voice fade into the background, you make it to the barracks in that blur of motion when the motion stops mattering. At some point the spook drifts away from you when the building ahead comes into view, sinking into the nothing of a crowded base before you push in the creaky door of a barracks that, from the outside, looks filthy and ill-kempt.
The door pushes open to reveal the presence of five Soldie-There's a Marine in your barracks. "Marine!" You bark, dragging the skinny, short and blonde man's attention away from his illegal card game with your soldiers. "The fuck you doing in my barracks!"
Your sight clarifies enough to notice the crust of filth between the lovely tiles of this personal barracks. The Marine's boots make it worse as they lie unshined and untouched by a brush or boot shine. "Assigned to this unit, Sir!" Tiny details on his worn face reveal a failed shave. "I work for a living Marine!"
The bark comes free before you know what is what, "My name is Staff Seargent Stafford! You, Marine, are a bag of fuck up!" His eyes are wide, but his position is perfect as you shock training back into his undisciplined hide. "Half-Right, Face! Front Leaning Rest Position, Move!"
His mind races to understand the command as he performs it, dropping to his front, just to your side. You glare over to the rest of the dregs in the barracks, noting badly kept uniforms, unmade beds and unshaven faces.
"The rest of you!" You roar across to them, "Clean this barracks! Sooner you get done, sooner he stands up!" Crouching down next to him, you count it down, "Down!" Watching every motion for the most minute failures while the rest of the soldiers scramble to clean and wash and fix this place.
You shout yourself hoarse for what feels like forever, but is just an hour of their time in reality. The Marine struggles to get another push-up out, a puddle fully formed beneath him. "On your feet Marine!" He leaps up to the position of attention, finally experiencing relaxation in his arms.
"What's your name!" Lowering your voice but keeping the tone aggressive, you demand an answer. "Private First Class Richy Montemarano! Staff Sergeant!" He screams back, fully aware that the time of fun-loving play is gone. His small, thin yet wiry physique combined with the physicality he displayed is admirable.
"You fucking Italian, Private? Do you have an affinity for the works of Mussolini?" You rumble. Getting into his face and asking calmly, "Are you a fascist, Private?!"
The last line is said with force, stumbling him verbally. "No, Staff Sergeant!" A blustered response, dragging the Boston out of him.
"No what, Private!"
"I am not a fascist, Staff Sergeant!!" Finally, he finds his real voice again, "Fucking excellent. Now, fix your rack!" Turning towards the rest of the soldiers who have cleaned the bay to a reasonable extent, "Mop up the damned mess!" Gesturing harshly downwards towards the pool of sweat staining your tiles.
As they move with gusto, cleaning your floor, you gently communicate, "You are now mine, and the luxuries you were so privileged to enjoy are now gone, Soldiers and Marine!" Stomping around and inspecting the creases on the beds, flipping them one by one as you note the failure to fold them correctly.
"Forty-Five degrees soldiers! Your drill sergeants failed you!" Standing up after flipping the last sleeping position, "Don't you worry, we will make time for lessons. Zero-Three wake-up, tomorrow morning! Get your affairs in order." With that declaration, you observe the growing looks of horror on their five faces before spinning on a heel and marching out of this place.
Back in the saddle.
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With the declaration given, it's time to decide exactly how hard you are gonna push them. The technical manuals suggest mild exercises in the morning cold so as to prepare them for their days, but you'll be dragging them across miles of jungle in the deepest VC territory imaginable.
Time spent training is time you can't spend sleeping, resting and preparing yourself, but that's a cost you'll have to measure against the rewards. Three weeks are all you have, according to a note under your door one night.
[X] Push it to the limit, walk along the razor's edge. Every waking moment of theirs for the next three weeks will be torment, unlike anything they have seen. You will be their closest companion. Every single waking moment is yours, and the rest is a privilege you will take at a moment's notice. Endurance, shooting, basic soldier tasks. They will be perfect. No matter how many late nights and early mornings it takes from you. (+50 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics increase by 1, 4 Secondary Actions.)
[X] It's gonna be a hellish workweek, but they can keep their breaks. Zero-Four to Nineteen-Hundred, Monday through Friday, but they can have their breaks on weekends. You are gonna drive them into the ground, but let them stand up. It'll be a luxury compared to the real work, but at least easier on you. (+25 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics stay the same, 6 Secondary Actions)
[X] Take it easy. Zero-Nine through Seventeen-Hundred, they'll have their last few weeks of peace. Maybe they'll freak the fuck out less in the field. They'll get soft in the process, but it'll let you get side work done, perhaps the difference between life and death in the field. (+10 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics decay by 1, 8 Secondary Actions.
Statistics exist on a 1-10 scale, the average person is a 2, the average professional is a 3 and the average expert is a 4. Some select individuals rise to 5 for a time, but rarely perform at that level for long.
Strength is the ability to exert or survive force, whether that is a physical, mental or social force.
Coordination is the ability to deftly manoeuvre and manipulate people, situations, combatants or weapons.
Intelligence is the ability to carefully proceed and engage with a subject, take a careful shot or find a way through a dense trail.
Skills exist on an identical scale.
A pool of d6s equal to these statistics is gathered and rolled at a target number of 5, each success roll of 5 and above allows one "success" to be gathered. Actions have a varying effect based on successes.
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And, of course, the side tangents before the operation start. Equipment, ammunition and everything else. Your soldiers will get their already present supplies of jungle fatigues with helmet, water canteens, a week of MRE, two hand grenades and an M16 a piece with spare nine twenty-round magazines, loaded to nineteen shots for easy feeding, per soldier.
Anything fancier, sadly, will come out of bargaining, arguing and cajoling the Quartermasters for their preciously limited supplies. All of these will need spare time that will cut into training.
Weapons
[X] The Army is currently embracing something called the M16A1, an improved rifle that can properly feed a 20-round magazine and not jam in the jungle heat, apparently. Getting a set of those early could be an advantage if digging into your innately limited time. And also get you twenty extra rounds per soldier, or marine, carrying it (Replace M16 and magazines with M16A1 and magazines.)
[X] The M60, a time-tested weapon that's served the Army for every inch of this war's real fighting. Getting your hands on one such device and a thousand or so rounds would be an extremely valuable support asset. (Replace 1 armament with M60 GMP)
[X] The perfected squad support weapon, an M79 Grenade Launcher and, of course, a few dozen shells for it. Thankfully, a patrol recently had a grenadier die, and the equipment is still in that hazy zone of not recovered on paper.
[X] Sidearms, sidearms have saved your life more than you can count. A series of M1911s, one for each soldier and yourself along with three spare magazines apiece. Both useful in emergencies and, should worst come to worst, useful in tunnel fighting.
[X] XM21 Sniper Weapon System, more or less an M14 with a scope on top. A sniper met his end two days ago in a duel, and the rifle was recovered. In heavy 7.62x51 NATO, it has twenty-round magazines and can maintain sustained semi-automatic covering fire or precision fire at a moment's notice. It would be a reasonable idea if you've got a good shooter to make it fall off the back of a truck.
Support
[X] Sleeping Gear, mosquito netting, waterproof tarps and hammocks are all crucial aspects of not sleeping on the jungle floor in the field, and if the time can be found for them, would be crucial for maintaining morale and avoiding insect bites. This would be enough for each soldier.
[X] A Navy Corpsman stepped on a mine and splattered six days ago, and his personal equipment, most importantly a full M3 Aid Bag and Surgical Kit is available for being lost in action should you handle the paperwork the right way, and talk the Quartermasters into it.
[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
[X] The M1942 kit is a fancy phrase for machetes and their scabbards. It'll be a hassle getting some free from the Jungle Eaters, but well worth it in the event of encountering significant brush or foliage.
Music's barely heard over the roar of a helicopter's rotors, breaking gravity's pull by sheer force and American ingenuity. The UH-1, lovingly nicknamed Huey, keeps you afloat, rumbling and roaring in its path over the achingly hot jungle beneath. Fatigues supposedly rated for the environment turn the heat from killing to merely punishing, aided further by the gale-force wind of travel.
The music is all there is to focus on, really, the jungle below breaking up the numb feeling of existence outside its wet and miserable embrace. Breath feels heavy in the humid air and your body aches with past exertion and injury.
But what it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
Cam Rahn base comes into sight, the concrete intermixing with dirt and pulsing with the sun-gifted temperature. The ground comes fast, the pilot having landed at this Godforsaken patch of hell so many times they can do it practically by eye. Asphalt black consumes everything and the radiation from it spills sweat from your brow.
I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look, what's going d-
The music cuts out, leaving only the dozen myriad noises of a base infested with soldiery. A man in a dress shirt and black pants looks like the CIA's best attempt at a normal human. Barely even showing his innate lizardness he grins a sickly sweet friendly, talking in the whiny, college grad voice you've come to expect.
"Staff Sergeant Stafford! Great to meetcha!" Yankee lilt to his tune, typical "My name's Agent Hunt!" The spook extends his hand, skin red under the gentle caress of daylight. Taking it with a crisp manoeuvre the handshake is rough, without a good grip and is shaky from dehydration he hasn't solved.
"Follow me! Let's get under some shade!" He walks over to an open-air bar, sitting at an empty table, plastic chairs holding up your weight as you sit down. A local waitress in a too-short skirt and too-tight top setting down beers while sticking her assets in both of your faces. Agent Hunt smiles up and towards her with the look of a man who has gone soft with luxury.
"What're we talkin' about, then?" You cut through this pleasantry and try to avoid staying in the open for a moment longer. "Huh, southern? That wasn't on your file." This new information unsettles him, sparking up that inch of fear every agent you've seen gets when things change. "Well, uh, so." He coughs, buying time, "So, we are gonna outfit you with a small squad." He pushes over a paper displaying mostly blacked-out information.
"You are gonna go up and past where we stopped the Tet Offensive, and then you are gonna swing into Cambodia on foot, roger?" You frown at that, senses sparking back to life as he interests you, "Cambodia, sir? Wasn't aware we were at war." The response appears to be funny, judging from his laugh. "Straight-laced are we? Cambodia is supporting the VC. The Ho Chi Minh trail runs up and down it, letting them move wherever the fuck they want, however they want, whenever they want." Taking a drink of the fruity local liquor, he settles into the next conversation.
"In Cambodia, your job is to get actionable intel on the Ho Chi Minh trail and bring it back to us. This'll let us actually engage with the situation instead of sitting on our asses doing nothing." His mouth runs through the words, evidently practised in front of a mirror for this conversation. "Support will be slim, but I can pull a few strings here or there."
Not really something you can refuse, and you don't really have that urge anyhow. "Sure thing." Trying to get through this meeting faster so you can get away from here, you spur your body into motion to put a hand on the table and stand, jungle fatigue sleeves rolled up to your biceps to defeat the heat, "Let's show you your men, yeah?"
Rising up and letting his voice fade into the background, you make it to the barracks in that blur of motion when the motion stops mattering. At some point the spook drifts away from you when the building ahead comes into view, sinking into the nothing of a crowded base before you push in the creaky door of a barracks that, from the outside, looks filthy and ill-kempt.
The door pushes open to reveal the presence of five Soldie-There's a Marine in your barracks. "Marine!" You bark, dragging the skinny, short and blonde man's attention away from his illegal card game with your soldiers. "The fuck you doing in my barracks!"
Your sight clarifies enough to notice the crust of filth between the lovely tiles of this personal barracks. The Marine's boots make it worse as they lie unshined and untouched by a brush or boot shine. "Assigned to this unit, Sir!" Tiny details on his worn face reveal a failed shave. "I work for a living Marine!"
The bark comes free before you know what is what, "My name is Staff Seargent Stafford! You, Marine, are a bag of fuck up!" His eyes are wide, but his position is perfect as you shock training back into his undisciplined hide. "Half-Right, Face! Front Leaning Rest Position, Move!"
His mind races to understand the command as he performs it, dropping to his front, just to your side. You glare over to the rest of the dregs in the barracks, noting badly kept uniforms, unmade beds and unshaven faces.
"The rest of you!" You roar across to them, "Clean this barracks! Sooner you get done, sooner he stands up!" Crouching down next to him, you count it down, "Down!" Watching every motion for the most minute failures while the rest of the soldiers scramble to clean and wash and fix this place.
You shout yourself hoarse for what feels like forever, but is just an hour of their time in reality. The Marine struggles to get another push-up out, a puddle fully formed beneath him. "On your feet Marine!" He leaps up to the position of attention, finally experiencing relaxation in his arms.
"What's your name!" Lowering your voice but keeping the tone aggressive, you demand an answer. "Private First Class Richy Montemarano! Staff Sergeant!" He screams back, fully aware that the time of fun-loving play is gone. His small, thin yet wiry physique combined with the physicality he displayed is admirable.
"You fucking Italian, Private? Do you have an affinity for the works of Mussolini?" You rumble. Getting into his face and asking calmly, "Are you a fascist, Private?!"
The last line is said with force, stumbling him verbally. "No, Staff Sergeant!" A blustered response, dragging the Boston out of him.
"No what, Private!"
"I am not a fascist, Staff Sergeant!!" Finally, he finds his real voice again, "Fucking excellent. Now, fix your rack!" Turning towards the rest of the soldiers who have cleaned the bay to a reasonable extent, "Mop up the damned mess!" Gesturing harshly downwards towards the pool of sweat staining your tiles.
As they move with gusto, cleaning your floor, you gently communicate, "You are now mine, and the luxuries you were so privileged to enjoy are now gone, Soldiers and Marine!" Stomping around and inspecting the creases on the beds, flipping them one by one as you note the failure to fold them correctly.
"Forty-Five degrees soldiers! Your drill sergeants failed you!" Standing up after flipping the last sleeping position, "Don't you worry, we will make time for lessons. Zero-Three wake-up, tomorrow morning! Get your affairs in order." With that declaration, you observe the growing looks of horror on their five faces before spinning on a heel and marching out of this place.
Back in the saddle.
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With the declaration given, it's time to decide exactly how hard you are gonna push them. The technical manuals suggest mild exercises in the morning cold so as to prepare them for their days, but you'll be dragging them across miles of jungle in the deepest VC territory imaginable.
Time spent training is time you can't spend sleeping, resting and preparing yourself, but that's a cost you'll have to measure against the rewards. Three weeks are all you have, according to a note under your door one night.
[X] Push it to the limit, walk along the razor's edge. Every waking moment of theirs for the next three weeks will be torment, unlike anything they have seen. You will be their closest companion. Every single waking moment is yours, and the rest is a privilege you will take at a moment's notice. Endurance, shooting, basic soldier tasks. They will be perfect. No matter how many late nights and early mornings it takes from you. (+50 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics increase by 1, 4 Secondary Actions.)
[X] It's gonna be a hellish workweek, but they can keep their breaks. Zero-Four to Nineteen-Hundred, Monday through Friday, but they can have their breaks on weekends. You are gonna drive them into the ground, but let them stand up. It'll be a luxury compared to the real work, but at least easier on you. (+25 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics stay the same, 6 Secondary Actions)
[X] Take it easy. Zero-Nine through Seventeen-Hundred, they'll have their last few weeks of peace. Maybe they'll freak the fuck out less in the field. They'll get soft in the process, but it'll let you get side work done, perhaps the difference between life and death in the field. (+10 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics decay by 1, 8 Secondary Actions.
Statistics exist on a 1-10 scale, the average person is a 2, the average professional is a 3 and the average expert is a 4. Some select individuals rise to 5 for a time, but rarely perform at that level for long.
Strength is the ability to exert or survive force, whether that is a physical, mental or social force.
Coordination is the ability to deftly manoeuvre and manipulate people, situations, combatants or weapons.
Intelligence is the ability to carefully proceed and engage with a subject, take a careful shot or find a way through a dense trail.
Skills exist on an identical scale.
A pool of d6s equal to these statistics is gathered and rolled at a target number of 5, each success roll of 5 and above allows one "success" to be gathered. Actions have a varying effect based on successes.
Private First Class Richy Montemarano
Marine
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 10
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=40kg
STR-4
COO-4
INT-2
Skills:
Long-Arms-3
Handguns-2
Heavy Weapons-2
Unarmed-2
Bladed-3
Awareness-4
Medical-1
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Marine
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 10
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=40kg
STR-4
COO-4
INT-2
Skills:
Long-Arms-3
Handguns-2
Heavy Weapons-2
Unarmed-2
Bladed-3
Awareness-4
Medical-1
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Specialist III Jeffery Chandler
Army
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 10
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=36kg
STR-3
COO-3
INT-4
Skills:
Long-Arms-3
Handguns-3
Unarmed-1
Bladed-2
Awareness-1
Medical-3
Technical-3
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Army
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 10
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=36kg
STR-3
COO-3
INT-4
Skills:
Long-Arms-3
Handguns-3
Unarmed-1
Bladed-2
Awareness-1
Medical-3
Technical-3
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Private First Class Larry Armstrong
Army
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 8
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=32kg
STR-2
COO-4
INT-4
Skills
Long-Arms-4
Handguns-3
Unarmed-1
Bladed-1
Awareness-3
Medical-2
Technical-1
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Army
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 8
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=32kg
STR-2
COO-4
INT-4
Skills
Long-Arms-4
Handguns-3
Unarmed-1
Bladed-1
Awareness-3
Medical-2
Technical-1
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Private First Class Jesus Espina
Army
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 11
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=44kg
STR-4
COO-3
INT-3
Skills
Long-Arms-2
Heavy-Weapons-2
Handguns-4
Unarmed-1
Bladed-1
Awareness-3
Medical-2
Technical-1
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any firing roll where there are as many 1's as total successes, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Army
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 11
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=44kg
STR-4
COO-3
INT-3
Skills
Long-Arms-2
Heavy-Weapons-2
Handguns-4
Unarmed-1
Bladed-1
Awareness-3
Medical-2
Technical-1
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any firing roll where there are as many 1's as total successes, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Corporal Jaden Watson
Army
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 10
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=36kg
STR-3
COO-3
INT-4
Skills
Long-Arms-2
Handguns-3
Heavy Weapons-1
Unarmed-3
Bladed-3
Awareness-2
Medical-3
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Army
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 10
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=36kg
STR-3
COO-3
INT-4
Skills
Long-Arms-2
Handguns-3
Heavy Weapons-1
Unarmed-3
Bladed-3
Awareness-2
Medical-3
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
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And, of course, the side tangents before the operation start. Equipment, ammunition and everything else. Your soldiers will get their already present supplies of jungle fatigues with helmet, water canteens, a week of MRE, two hand grenades and an M16 a piece with spare nine twenty-round magazines, loaded to nineteen shots for easy feeding, per soldier.
Anything fancier, sadly, will come out of bargaining, arguing and cajoling the Quartermasters for their preciously limited supplies. All of these will need spare time that will cut into training.
Weapons
[X] The Army is currently embracing something called the M16A1, an improved rifle that can properly feed a 20-round magazine and not jam in the jungle heat, apparently. Getting a set of those early could be an advantage if digging into your innately limited time. And also get you twenty extra rounds per soldier, or marine, carrying it (Replace M16 and magazines with M16A1 and magazines.)
M16A1
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 20 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3.1kg for 9 20-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 20 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3.1kg for 9 20-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
[X] The M60, a time-tested weapon that's served the Army for every inch of this war's real fighting. Getting your hands on one such device and a thousand or so rounds would be an extremely valuable support asset. (Replace 1 armament with M60 GMP)
M60 GMP
Damage: 2d6+4 Wounds
Type: Full Rifle Calibre
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)/Suppressive (100 shots)
Magazine: 200 Round Belt
Weight: 10.5 kg unloaded
Ammo Weight: 18kg for 4 200-round belts.
Range:300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Damage: 2d6+4 Wounds
Type: Full Rifle Calibre
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)/Suppressive (100 shots)
Magazine: 200 Round Belt
Weight: 10.5 kg unloaded
Ammo Weight: 18kg for 4 200-round belts.
Range:300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
[X] The perfected squad support weapon, an M79 Grenade Launcher and, of course, a few dozen shells for it. Thankfully, a patrol recently had a grenadier die, and the equipment is still in that hazy zone of not recovered on paper.
M79 GL
Damage: Ammo Dependent
Type: Ammo Dependent
Fire Rate: Single
Magazine: 1 Shell
Weight: 3kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 12kg for 60 shells.
Range: 50 meters (Point Target) 375 meters (Area Target)
Damage: Ammo Dependent
Type: Ammo Dependent
Fire Rate: Single
Magazine: 1 Shell
Weight: 3kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 12kg for 60 shells.
Range: 50 meters (Point Target) 375 meters (Area Target)
20 Buckshot Shell
Damage: 3d6+6
Type: Heavy Scatter Calibre
40 High Explosive Fragmentation Shell
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 20m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Damage: 3d6+6
Type: Heavy Scatter Calibre
40 High Explosive Fragmentation Shell
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 20m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
[X] Sidearms, sidearms have saved your life more than you can count. A series of M1911s, one for each soldier and yourself along with three spare magazines apiece. Both useful in emergencies and, should worst come to worst, useful in tunnel fighting.
M1911A1
Damage: 1d10+1
Type: Medium Pistol Calibre
Fire Rate: Single
Magazine: 8 Round
Weight: 1.1kg loaded
Ammo Weight: 1kg for 3 magazines
Range: 50 meter
Damage: 1d10+1
Type: Medium Pistol Calibre
Fire Rate: Single
Magazine: 8 Round
Weight: 1.1kg loaded
Ammo Weight: 1kg for 3 magazines
Range: 50 meter
[X] XM21 Sniper Weapon System, more or less an M14 with a scope on top. A sniper met his end two days ago in a duel, and the rifle was recovered. In heavy 7.62x51 NATO, it has twenty-round magazines and can maintain sustained semi-automatic covering fire or precision fire at a moment's notice. It would be a reasonable idea if you've got a good shooter to make it fall off the back of a truck.
XM21
Damage: 2d6+4 Wounds
Type: Full Rifle Calibre
Fire Rate: Single/
Magazine: 20-round magazine
Weight: 5kg loaded
Ammo Weight: 4.5kg for 5 magazines
Range:600 meters
Damage: 2d6+4 Wounds
Type: Full Rifle Calibre
Fire Rate: Single/
Magazine: 20-round magazine
Weight: 5kg loaded
Ammo Weight: 4.5kg for 5 magazines
Range:600 meters
Support
[X] Sleeping Gear, mosquito netting, waterproof tarps and hammocks are all crucial aspects of not sleeping on the jungle floor in the field, and if the time can be found for them, would be crucial for maintaining morale and avoiding insect bites. This would be enough for each soldier.
Full Sleep System
Sleeping bag, hammock, waterproof tarp and mosquito netting.
Weight: 3kg
Sleeping bag, hammock, waterproof tarp and mosquito netting.
Weight: 3kg
[X] A Navy Corpsman stepped on a mine and splattered six days ago, and his personal equipment, most importantly a full M3 Aid Bag and Surgical Kit is available for being lost in action should you handle the paperwork the right way, and talk the Quartermasters into it.
M3 Pattern 2 Aid Bag
Bandages, compresses, tourniquets and, more interestingly, antibiotics, antimalarials, foot immersion, and curatives for dozens of illnesses that would otherwise disable a soldier are all contained in this waterproof rubber bag.
Weight: 15kg
Navy Surgical Kit
An addon that is uncommonly in the hands of medics. The equipment to intervene surgically, sterilize the injury and wrap it to avoid jungle illnesses from said injury, all in a waterproof rubber bag of its own.
Weight: 5kg
Bandages, compresses, tourniquets and, more interestingly, antibiotics, antimalarials, foot immersion, and curatives for dozens of illnesses that would otherwise disable a soldier are all contained in this waterproof rubber bag.
Weight: 15kg
Navy Surgical Kit
An addon that is uncommonly in the hands of medics. The equipment to intervene surgically, sterilize the injury and wrap it to avoid jungle illnesses from said injury, all in a waterproof rubber bag of its own.
Weight: 5kg
[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
VBA
A flak vest overtop fibreglass and ceramic plates on the back and front of a soldier
Chest Front and Rear Armour Value: 4
Weight: 10kg
A flak vest overtop fibreglass and ceramic plates on the back and front of a soldier
Chest Front and Rear Armour Value: 4
Weight: 10kg
[X] The M1942 kit is a fancy phrase for machetes and their scabbards. It'll be a hassle getting some free from the Jungle Eaters, but well worth it in the event of encountering significant brush or foliage.
M1942 Machete and Self-Sharpening Sheath
Damage: 1d10+2+STR
Weight: 0.6kg
Damage: 1d10+2+STR
Weight: 0.6kg
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Character Sheet
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Staff Sergeant Stafford
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 15
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=60kg
STR-5
COO-5
INT-5
Skills:
Long-Arms-5
Handguns-5
Heavy Weapons-5
Unarmed-5
Bladed-5
Awareness-5
Medical-3
Technical-1
Leadership-3
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Stress: 0/100
Wounds (STRX2+INT)= 15
Weight Capacity (STRX2+COO)X4=60kg
STR-5
COO-5
INT-5
Skills:
Long-Arms-5
Handguns-5
Heavy Weapons-5
Unarmed-5
Bladed-5
Awareness-5
Medical-3
Technical-1
Leadership-3
Weapons:
M16
Damage: 1d10+2 Wounds
Type: Intermediate Rifle Calibre
Magazine: 9 5.56 NATO rounds
Fire Rate: Single/Fully Automatic (20 shots)
Weight: 4kg (Loaded)
Ammo Weight: 3kg for 9 spare 19-round magazines
Range: 300 meters (Point Target) 600 meters (Area Target)
Quality: Unreliable (On any roll with 2 or more 1's, the weapon jams and must be cleared with a COO+Technical which has any amount of success.)
2 M61 Fragmentation Grenade
Damage: 2d6+6
Injure radius (Half Damage): 15m
Kill radius (Full Damage): 5m
Range: STR*10 Meters
Armour:
M1 Helmet
Armour Value: 3
Armour Location: Head
Other:
Jungle Fatigues
Canteen
7 MRE's
Stress: 0/100
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- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Also mine
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Okay I'm good. You can post
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh I remember this discussion.
This is gonna be good.
This is gonna be good.
[X]Plan: Quiet Man on a Mission.
-[X] Push it to the limit, walk along the razor's edge. Every waking moment of theirs for the next three weeks will be torment, unlike anything they have seen. You will be their closest companion. Every single waking moment is yours, and the rest is a privilege you will take at a moment's notice. Endurance, shooting, basic soldier tasks. They will be perfect. No matter how many late nights and early mornings it takes from you. (+50 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics increase by 1, 4 Secondary Actions.)
--[X] Sidearms, sidearms have saved your life more than you can count. A series of M1911s, one for each soldier and yourself along with three spare magazines apiece. Both useful in emergencies and, should worst come to worst, useful in tunnel fighting.
--[X] A Navy Corpsman stepped on a mine and splattered six days ago, and his personal equipment, most importantly a full M3 Aid Bag and Surgical Kit is available for being lost in action should you handle the paperwork the right way, and talk the Quartermasters into it.
--[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
--[X] The M1942 kit is a fancy phrase for machetes and their scabbards. It'll be a hassle getting some free from the Jungle Eaters, but well worth it in the event of encountering significant brush or foliage.
We ain't here to fuck around, boys. Get to work, keep your head in the game.
Our task is to find a series of tunnels that they're using to ambush and move freely. This means firing draws attention, but we could be ambushed at any time. We need spare ammo more than we need extra guns, and we need time to search. The camping gear is nice, but heavy and any complications (other than backpain) can be counteracted by anti-malarials. So, extra weapons, the ability to search, fix problems, and make ambushes harder by tanking it with armor.
We cannot have undisciplined troops. To find the man in the boy, ya gotta break them.
-[X] Push it to the limit, walk along the razor's edge. Every waking moment of theirs for the next three weeks will be torment, unlike anything they have seen. You will be their closest companion. Every single waking moment is yours, and the rest is a privilege you will take at a moment's notice. Endurance, shooting, basic soldier tasks. They will be perfect. No matter how many late nights and early mornings it takes from you. (+50 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics increase by 1, 4 Secondary Actions.)
--[X] Sidearms, sidearms have saved your life more than you can count. A series of M1911s, one for each soldier and yourself along with three spare magazines apiece. Both useful in emergencies and, should worst come to worst, useful in tunnel fighting.
--[X] A Navy Corpsman stepped on a mine and splattered six days ago, and his personal equipment, most importantly a full M3 Aid Bag and Surgical Kit is available for being lost in action should you handle the paperwork the right way, and talk the Quartermasters into it.
--[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
--[X] The M1942 kit is a fancy phrase for machetes and their scabbards. It'll be a hassle getting some free from the Jungle Eaters, but well worth it in the event of encountering significant brush or foliage.
We ain't here to fuck around, boys. Get to work, keep your head in the game.
Our task is to find a series of tunnels that they're using to ambush and move freely. This means firing draws attention, but we could be ambushed at any time. We need spare ammo more than we need extra guns, and we need time to search. The camping gear is nice, but heavy and any complications (other than backpain) can be counteracted by anti-malarials. So, extra weapons, the ability to search, fix problems, and make ambushes harder by tanking it with armor.
We cannot have undisciplined troops. To find the man in the boy, ya gotta break them.
[X] Plan Delta boys
-[X] It's gonna be a hellish workweek, but they can keep their breaks. Zero-Four to Nineteen-Hundred, Monday through Friday, but they can have their breaks on weekends. You are gonna drive them into the ground, but let them stand up. It'll be a luxury compared to the real work, but at least easier on you. (+25 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics stay the same, 6 Secondary Actions)
-[X] A Navy Corpsman stepped on a mine and splattered six days ago, and his personal equipment, most importantly a full M3 Aid Bag and Surgical Kit is available for being lost in action should you handle the paperwork the right way, and talk the Quartermasters into it.
-[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
-[X] The M1942 kit is a fancy phrase for machetes and their scabbards. It'll be a hassle getting some free from the Jungle Eaters, but well worth it in the event of encountering significant brush or foliage.
-[X] Sleeping Gear, mosquito netting, waterproof tarps and hammocks are all crucial aspects of not sleeping on the jungle floor in the field, and if the time can be found for them, would be crucial for maintaining morale and avoiding insect bites. This would be enough for each soldier.
-[X] The Army is currently embracing something called the M16A1, an improved rifle that can properly feed a 20-round magazine and not jam in the jungle heat, apparently. Getting a set of those early could be an advantage if digging into your innately limited time. And also get you twenty extra rounds per soldier, or marine, carrying it (Replace M16 and magazines with M16A1 and magazines.)
-[X] XM21 Sniper Weapon System, more or less an M14 with a scope on top. A sniper met his end two days ago in a duel, and the rifle was recovered. In heavy 7.62x51 NATO, it has twenty-round magazines and can maintain sustained semi-automatic covering fire or precision fire at a moment's notice. It would be a reasonable idea if you've got a good shooter to make it fall off the back of a truck.
as much as I'd like to level up the boys if they die on the intro mission cause of a lack of gear and flexibility it's kinda a waste. This way we at least suffer less debuffs and expand our engagement and scouting range by having good survival gear and working weapons and a sniper able to observe a situation from range
sniper would go to us, medical bag to the specialist id say because he has a higher technical than the corporal and I feel that might help with medical situations and he has enough carry capacity to carry that and his gun and such. If it really is a problem have him with the surgeon 5kg bay and the corporal with the 15kg bag or split it down the middle at 10 and 10 so no one getting exploded takes out all our medical
-[X] It's gonna be a hellish workweek, but they can keep their breaks. Zero-Four to Nineteen-Hundred, Monday through Friday, but they can have their breaks on weekends. You are gonna drive them into the ground, but let them stand up. It'll be a luxury compared to the real work, but at least easier on you. (+25 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics stay the same, 6 Secondary Actions)
-[X] A Navy Corpsman stepped on a mine and splattered six days ago, and his personal equipment, most importantly a full M3 Aid Bag and Surgical Kit is available for being lost in action should you handle the paperwork the right way, and talk the Quartermasters into it.
-[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
-[X] The M1942 kit is a fancy phrase for machetes and their scabbards. It'll be a hassle getting some free from the Jungle Eaters, but well worth it in the event of encountering significant brush or foliage.
-[X] Sleeping Gear, mosquito netting, waterproof tarps and hammocks are all crucial aspects of not sleeping on the jungle floor in the field, and if the time can be found for them, would be crucial for maintaining morale and avoiding insect bites. This would be enough for each soldier.
-[X] The Army is currently embracing something called the M16A1, an improved rifle that can properly feed a 20-round magazine and not jam in the jungle heat, apparently. Getting a set of those early could be an advantage if digging into your innately limited time. And also get you twenty extra rounds per soldier, or marine, carrying it (Replace M16 and magazines with M16A1 and magazines.)
-[X] XM21 Sniper Weapon System, more or less an M14 with a scope on top. A sniper met his end two days ago in a duel, and the rifle was recovered. In heavy 7.62x51 NATO, it has twenty-round magazines and can maintain sustained semi-automatic covering fire or precision fire at a moment's notice. It would be a reasonable idea if you've got a good shooter to make it fall off the back of a truck.
as much as I'd like to level up the boys if they die on the intro mission cause of a lack of gear and flexibility it's kinda a waste. This way we at least suffer less debuffs and expand our engagement and scouting range by having good survival gear and working weapons and a sniper able to observe a situation from range
sniper would go to us, medical bag to the specialist id say because he has a higher technical than the corporal and I feel that might help with medical situations and he has enough carry capacity to carry that and his gun and such. If it really is a problem have him with the surgeon 5kg bay and the corporal with the 15kg bag or split it down the middle at 10 and 10 so no one getting exploded takes out all our medical
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Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Plan Delta boys
[X] Ruck through the Jungle
--[X] Push it to the limit, walk along the razor's edge. Every waking moment of theirs for the next three weeks will be torment, unlike anything they have seen. You will be their closest companion. Every single waking moment is yours, and the rest is a privilege you will take at a moment's notice. Endurance, shooting, basic soldier tasks. They will be perfect. No matter how many late nights and early mornings it takes from you. (+50 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics increase by 1, 4 Secondary Actions.)
We must break these men, and make them into soldiers. Because if we don't, Charlie will.
Weapon
--[X] Sidearms, sidearms have saved your life more than you can count. A series of M1911s, one for each soldier and yourself along with three spare magazines apiece. Both useful in emergencies and, should worst come to worst, useful in tunnel fighting.
I wouldn't arm a dog with the M16A1 until the late war when it's not a 20 round piece of scrap metal. and as Dapper knows, no one expects the pistol. The MG and the Thumper's nice, but not for right now. the scoped m14 might be useful later as well.
Support
--[X] Sleeping Gear, mosquito netting, waterproof tarps and hammocks are all crucial aspects of not sleeping on the jungle floor in the field, and if the time can be found for them, would be crucial for maintaining morale and avoiding insect bites. This would be enough for each soldier.
--[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
--[X] The M1942 kit is a fancy phrase for machetes and their scabbards. It'll be a hassle getting some free from the Jungle Eaters, but well worth it in the event of encountering significant brush or foliage.
A surgery kit's all well and good but it's not going to do much good when the doc's got malaria and the men wake up cuddling a cobra or a krait. the bushwhacker kit's just going to make things so much easier on us.
--[X] Push it to the limit, walk along the razor's edge. Every waking moment of theirs for the next three weeks will be torment, unlike anything they have seen. You will be their closest companion. Every single waking moment is yours, and the rest is a privilege you will take at a moment's notice. Endurance, shooting, basic soldier tasks. They will be perfect. No matter how many late nights and early mornings it takes from you. (+50 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics increase by 1, 4 Secondary Actions.)
We must break these men, and make them into soldiers. Because if we don't, Charlie will.
Weapon
--[X] Sidearms, sidearms have saved your life more than you can count. A series of M1911s, one for each soldier and yourself along with three spare magazines apiece. Both useful in emergencies and, should worst come to worst, useful in tunnel fighting.
I wouldn't arm a dog with the M16A1 until the late war when it's not a 20 round piece of scrap metal. and as Dapper knows, no one expects the pistol. The MG and the Thumper's nice, but not for right now. the scoped m14 might be useful later as well.
Support
--[X] Sleeping Gear, mosquito netting, waterproof tarps and hammocks are all crucial aspects of not sleeping on the jungle floor in the field, and if the time can be found for them, would be crucial for maintaining morale and avoiding insect bites. This would be enough for each soldier.
--[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
--[X] The M1942 kit is a fancy phrase for machetes and their scabbards. It'll be a hassle getting some free from the Jungle Eaters, but well worth it in the event of encountering significant brush or foliage.
A surgery kit's all well and good but it's not going to do much good when the doc's got malaria and the men wake up cuddling a cobra or a krait. the bushwhacker kit's just going to make things so much easier on us.
- Location
- Philippines
[X]Plan: Quiet Man on a Mission.
That's why you take anti-malarials BEFORE you get it. You can do that.
Snake is valid, but like... the sleeping kit will only help not stop it. It's also fucking heavy.
We have to sacrifice a lot for the gear. IF y'all want heavy gear we need to have serious training to raise stats.
Tho the camping gear likely helps with recovery from all that weight, but is also more weight...
We're also the US military back in the day. We can just shove them full of pain meds and avoid a lot of shit.
- Location
- Albania
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Whilst I could write out a mess of choices from all three plans, I do think an extra vote or two could help!
- Location
- (S)pain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'm going to vote [X] Plan Delta boys.
Whilst it's true that we want cutting edge soldiers, we can't have them break from mental stress. Our boys are strong, but they need some time to get mental fortitude.
Also, we could use the M16A1 and the reliability it brings with it.
I'm not really sold on the sniper tho, that'd mean splitting an already small group. However, I can be convinced it would be effective with some camo.
Whilst it's true that we want cutting edge soldiers, we can't have them break from mental stress. Our boys are strong, but they need some time to get mental fortitude.
Also, we could use the M16A1 and the reliability it brings with it.
I'm not really sold on the sniper tho, that'd mean splitting an already small group. However, I can be convinced it would be effective with some camo.
[X] Plan: Rabbithole
-[X] Push it to the limit, walk along the razor's edge. Every waking moment of theirs for the next three weeks will be torment, unlike anything they have seen. You will be their closest companion. Every single waking moment is yours, and the rest is a privilege you will take at a moment's notice. Endurance, shooting, basic soldier tasks. They will be perfect. No matter how many late nights and early mornings it takes from you. (+50 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics increase by 1, 4 Secondary Actions.)
--[X] Sleeping Gear, mosquito netting, waterproof tarps and hammocks are all crucial aspects of not sleeping on the jungle floor in the field, and if the time can be found for them, would be crucial for maintaining morale and avoiding insect bites. This would be enough for each soldier.
--[X] XM21 Sniper Weapon System, more or less an M14 with a scope on top. A sniper met his end two days ago in a duel, and the rifle was recovered. In heavy 7.62x51 NATO, it has twenty-round magazines and can maintain sustained semi-automatic covering fire or precision fire at a moment's notice. It would be a reasonable idea if you've got a good shooter to make it fall off the back of a truck.
--[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
--[X] The M60, a time-tested weapon that's served the Army for every inch of this war's real fighting. Getting your hands on one such device and a thousand or so rounds would be an extremely valuable support asset. (Replace 1 armament with M60 GMP)
THE IDEA is that we set up in areas and watch for where others are coming out or heading from. Harsh training no biggie when you sitting for days in cover, and overheating in armor is mediated with shade and not moving much.
The sniper and machine gun use the same ammo. What we'd be doing is setting up a kill nest, and use scopes to look for shit. Recon, rather than combat is preferred.
A lesser training could be utilized- I'd only recommend one down no more due to the weight- in order to also take the machetes, which we sacrifice. And a fucking medkit. I also don't like not having sidearms, but the tons of ammo more than makeup for it.
Someone else can copy this plan and add though.
-[X] Push it to the limit, walk along the razor's edge. Every waking moment of theirs for the next three weeks will be torment, unlike anything they have seen. You will be their closest companion. Every single waking moment is yours, and the rest is a privilege you will take at a moment's notice. Endurance, shooting, basic soldier tasks. They will be perfect. No matter how many late nights and early mornings it takes from you. (+50 Personal Stress, ??? Soldier Stress, Soldier Statistics increase by 1, 4 Secondary Actions.)
--[X] Sleeping Gear, mosquito netting, waterproof tarps and hammocks are all crucial aspects of not sleeping on the jungle floor in the field, and if the time can be found for them, would be crucial for maintaining morale and avoiding insect bites. This would be enough for each soldier.
--[X] XM21 Sniper Weapon System, more or less an M14 with a scope on top. A sniper met his end two days ago in a duel, and the rifle was recovered. In heavy 7.62x51 NATO, it has twenty-round magazines and can maintain sustained semi-automatic covering fire or precision fire at a moment's notice. It would be a reasonable idea if you've got a good shooter to make it fall off the back of a truck.
--[X] The Ground Troops Variable Body Armor is a new innovation, given out to mechanized and motorized infantry units where possible due to its protective abilities. It can stop a rifle calibre round when struck from the front. Its disadvantage is that it weighs as much as the rest of a soldier's kit. A mechanized unit had a sniper take out ten folks, either KIA or disabled enough to go back home, leaving some vests free.
--[X] The M60, a time-tested weapon that's served the Army for every inch of this war's real fighting. Getting your hands on one such device and a thousand or so rounds would be an extremely valuable support asset. (Replace 1 armament with M60 GMP)
THE IDEA is that we set up in areas and watch for where others are coming out or heading from. Harsh training no biggie when you sitting for days in cover, and overheating in armor is mediated with shade and not moving much.
The sniper and machine gun use the same ammo. What we'd be doing is setting up a kill nest, and use scopes to look for shit. Recon, rather than combat is preferred.
A lesser training could be utilized- I'd only recommend one down no more due to the weight- in order to also take the machetes, which we sacrifice. And a fucking medkit. I also don't like not having sidearms, but the tons of ammo more than makeup for it.
Someone else can copy this plan and add though.
Tunnel snakes!
[X] Plan: Rabbithole