Category: CA4 Mission Reports

Mission Report: Stillwater OK – November 9th, 2162

By , 08/05/2014 11:20 pm

 

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Stillwater OK
DATE: 11/09/2162
REPORTER: Christina Howellet, – Team CA-4
Report – What the hell happened to all the roads?

Today while passing through Tulsa, OK we came upon a working airport at the old Tulsa International Airport.

Tulsa Airport

Tulsa Airport

We scared the crap out of some militia soldiers as our V-300 came across the open field. Come to find out the Five Nations has a military outpost set up there along with an air clan. Since there was only an air burst nuke that hit Tulsa, the Five Nations and other groups were had started Salvage in the area.

We heard lots of equipment running to the north west of us and every once in a while sounds of falling debris could be heard.

It turns out that Oklahoma State University was doing salvage work on an aerospace and science museum. We decided to go check out the ruckus and it was a good thing too. Apparently the Science department was doing the salvage work and failed to bring along any structural engineers. Those dam college people have no common sense.

 

The lady running the show, Assistant Professor Cathy Sheldon, needs to learn some manners and some common sense. Sometimes I hate being diplomatic; otherwise I would have given her a piece of my mind. We were finally able to talk some sense into them and I took charge of their salvage run and it was a good thing to. If they had kept going the way they were they would have brought the whole building down on top of themselves.It was bad enough that they killed about a dozen freshmen getting that far.

Eventually we were able to get inside. OíNeill and I were able to repel down to the basement. It was kind of dark and creepy down like something out of a horror movie. It really got creepy down there when we started hearing things and started seeing glowing beady eyes. Out of know where I was attacked by a mountain lion  and as it leapt away O’Neill shot and killed it. Apparently that was a bad thing because all of a sudden more started jumping out of the shadows. We were being attacked by a hoard of mountain lion. O’Neill yelled gas and I quickly put on my gas mask as he dropped a tear gas grenade at our feet. Mountain lions started to run toward this vent shaft to escape the gas.

As we saw the cats flee, we noticed a small litter of them that got left behind. O’Neill emptied a file box and placed them in it and pushed the box down the shaft. After the lions were all gone we returned to finding the rocket engines we were originally looking for.

Later I was told that they were just feral house cats, although if they were they must be over sized mutant cats. Between O’Neill and me we were able to hook up a sling and pulley system for the college kids to get the engines out. It would take them a few days but hopefully they wouldn’t lose any more freshmen. Asst. Prof. Sheldon thanked us profusely and gave us a token that would allow us to pass free of charge down the turnpike controlled by the University.

Thus we continued making our way to Oklahoma State Univ. When we arrived at the Univ. we were greeted by a pompous overweight police chief by the name of Daniel Wiggs. He kind of reminded me of Boss Hog from the Dukes of Hazard TV show. It seemed that most of their vehicles and equipment was KFS.

Eventually we made it to the Physics Dept. and found Professor Tanabom. He thanked use for the help in Tulsa and said that the rockets were destined for Texas. Prof. Tanabom seems like a very nice man although I think he needs to lay off the caffeine. Apparently they would like all of our team to give lectures on prewar knowledge.

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Personal Log: Osheen Conall Brendan Corc Alan O’Neill, Nov 10th, 2162

By , 08/04/2014 11:11 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Tulsa, OK
DATE: 11/10/2162
REPORTER: Osheen Conall Brendan Corc Alan O’Neill

PERSONAL LOG:

Dear Brother,

While I write this letter I cannot help but think about the last few days with the CA-4 recon group that I have been assigned to. After foiling the bank job and doing our best to track down the criminals we continued to travel west on what was left of the Oklahoma state highway system, such as it is. The bad condition roads forced us to slow to a crawl even the slightest bit of work could return these to a workable form.

Just a day short of the ruins of Tulsa we ran into a very small town that served as an overnight camp for us to spread the good word and gather so local Intel. We met a few interesting people that mentioned a few things of note:

Tulsa is in ruins and is mostly been ignored by the locals. This means that there will be a HUGE amount of salvage that can be gathered that has just become rad free.

RuinsOfTulsa

Deathweep: it is a deep purple plant with a rotten smell, toxic and deadly, leave air ASAP or wear gas-mask. It creates a purple fog that kills and poisons the air and water around it. Like many like many such plants it most likely has medicinal applications if used properly.

The best roads are the toll roads that are maintained by either the toll keepers or the local governments some time with or without the states help.

The railroads are run/maintain/lease by the Oil Cartel, they will be easy to deal with like most cartels they will sell out for easy money.

Tulsa OK Refinery

Tulsa OK Refinery

The next day we made better time by following the rail lines all the way to Tulsa Airport. the airport was populated by three groups barely coexisting together.

First is Capitan Wilcox “Big Bear” commander of the 5 nations defense force, aggravated with both his job and the people he has to deal with. Assisted by Sargent cooper they serve as the governmental forces that keep the other two from running rampant and destroying more than they do.

The Air clan run by Mad Sal age 50+, missing teeth, with a 1/2 burned face, and her second Bug Eyed Joey. Their goals are to trade for profit and to expand their air force. The Air fleet at Tulsa was based around a few kit-bashed cargo planes and maybe a ½ dozen ultra-lights.

The Oklahoma State University team led by Professor Tannenbaum, of the OSU Physics Department, backed up by Okey, an OSU Engineering Professor and Assistant Physics Professor Cathy Sheldon (age 20ish). We found them and their team tearing down the Tulsa Air and Space Museum, looking for lost tech. The main goal turned out to be the rocket engines stored within. After preventing them from destroying the building and everything inside we helped them to secure two packed ‘space x’ engines for shipment back to OSU.

For our help we earned letters of introduction to OSU Dean of Physics and Hard Sciences Professor Mathews. The papers also turned out to help us get through all the tolls and city gates we were to encounter on our way to OSU.

We did learn that the Agro Team (Agricultural MP team) is rumored to have gone native somewhere in the Western part of 5 Nations. Helping ranchers, traded with Truck clan in or about Woodword, OK. Also we are hearing radio broadcast from home in the form of “Voice of America” that sounds like it comes from The Morrow Project area base.

Our plans are to continue on to OSU by taking Route-177 to Crushing, OK; it is a Toll road, which is in much condition than past roads.

Send word when you can about the rest of the family, and may we one day returnhometo help our homeland rise from the ashes.

Your loving Brother,

Osheen Conall Brendan Corc Alan O’Neill

Warrior High Prince of the Crimson Hand, Son of the Seminole Deer Clan, Earl of Tyrone,

Last Descendant of the High Irish Kings, Hire to the Crown of Ireland

After Action Report: Bank Robbery and Chase of the Black Hand Gang, November 2nd, 2162

By , 08/04/2014 10:34 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Miami OK
DATE: 11/01/2162
REPORTER: Deputy Paul Griffon – Miami Sheriff department

Deputy Paul Griffon – Miami Sheriff department

Deputy Paul Griffon – Miami Sheriff department

 

TRANSCRIPT FROM VOICE RECORDING:

“So this thing is going to record my voice. You are kidding me. How can something that small record my voice?”

Another voice in the background: “Trust me it does. Its called a PDA and it works just fine”

“Okay if you say so. Can I start now?”

The other voice responds: “Yes you can start when you’re ready”

“Okay then. So from what I saw in the aftermath of the gunbattle at the Bank in town, 4 of the gang were shot by you fella’s pretty damn quick and taken down. The 2 more got away in a motor vehicle and headed up north towards the border with the Republic.

Now I know something of those assholes up north in the republic. Even though they say there big on law and order, those Krell bastards are a real lying piece of shit, if you asked me. They keep saying one thing but everyone knows that there is a damned lot of these bandits that are called contract merc groups by the Krell government.

They give protection to them (and I think they must get a cut of the action) but they never own up to that fact. Pisses me and every other lawman off.

So the Black Hand Gang are well know in the Missouri area as a contract to hire merc group that specialize if raiding. I know about it as I was just up at my cousins funeral in Missouri and a fellow badger was drunk and talked all about them. Real professional scum bags and there leader is called “The Cobra” and she has an heart of ice. Killed her old man when she was 14 when he tried to touch her is what the rumors say.

Well, The sheriff tells me that he wants me to go with you Morrow Project Fella’s in your big armoured truck thing and track down the gang and capture or kill them all. I look at your truck, or I think you called it a V – Something, and say sure, as it looks like it has a lot of balls, and it just looks like it could destroy a entire regiment of bandits.

So in the morning we head out and follow the tracks in the snow by the black hang van and it takes us to the ruins of Picher. Now I only been up here once or twice as its a really messed up place with all the sandhills in the middle of the town and the town is pretty much all just ruins after everyone left 100 years or so ago.

So entering the ruins we spot the van on the side of the trail we been following.

Now the morrow team is really hopped up on coffee (which they have shared with me) and its really great stuff. I do not know were they get it, but I sure would like to know as would the sheriff ….

Voice in the distance: “Could we get back to the Report?”

Ahhh sure, Oh ya, the vehicle was off to the side of a bunch of ruins and a large 3 story building was prehaps 20 yards or so away from it.

Ruby, the red head women was up in the commander’s position with a Large evil looking Machinegun, and Tim, the Doc, was walking to the left side of the teams V – thing. I think Vod the team commander was out to the right also walking. I being the smartest of everyone, was staying in the middle of the armoured truck with lots of steel between me and the bandits.

So Ruby or someone outside says they see some bandits and all hell breaks lose. Pretty Sure that Ruby fired like million rounds or so as all this brass comes raining down the hatch and one falls down my jacket and burns my neck. Then I hear the Gunner say “Clear” and a BOOM! The V – something rocks like a buffalo kicked me and there is a loud explosion near by as the gunner actually giggles and says “Lets load one of the AP Rounds next!”.

Outside there is a lot of small arms fire and some sounds of small arms hitting the hull. I spend my time moving from one vision block to another vision block trying to get a view of what is going on. But with the smoke, burning truck, and the sound of the MG on the top blazing away, I can’t tell anything of what is going on.

Soon I see the turret rotating again and then another BOOM! as another building – wall – person is blown to bits. After this I hear VOD call for a cease fire and I venture outside to see the wreckage.

Wow, you Morrow Project types just don’t mess around. Or I mean you sure do leave a mess around as I spot bits of dead, burning bandit, all over the ground.

I think The lady (Cobra) got away, but the money from the town bank was recovered, and there was a huge amount of dead bandits let in the snow.

So after a another cup of that great coffee that you guys made for me we get back into the vehicle and drive back.

So Thats about it. But I do have to hand it to you all. You sure make an impression with the locals and the wildlife.

The other voice responds: ” Thank you for your time, Deputy”

No Problem. Could I now have those extra packets of coffee you promised?

The other voice responds: “Sure”

END RECORDING 

Mission Report: Miami OK, November 1st, 2162.

By , 04/19/2014 5:37 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Miami OK
DATE: 11/01/2162
REPORTER: Porter
Report – A Small Bank Robbery and a Hell of a fire fight.

The evening sky brings me back to my teen years in the Minnesota panhandle sitting in the Deer blind with my old man.  We would sit there for hours just waiting for a buck to be unlucky enough to walk into our line of sight.  We wouldn’t talk much outside of how I was doing in school and if I had a girlfriend, but the time with my old man was the only reason I was there.

The blast of the tuba and band brought me back to reality, and we were walking to a football  game.  The energy and excitement of the two towns really makes It hard to believe that its been 150 years since the war and you can see this event helps people ignore their poor lives.

As we walk, Tim comes up with the plan to return to the V-300 to get some booze to warm our blood as we sit watching the game.  Ruby, Conroy, O’Neill,and I decide to join him on the walk back.  Walking back to the V-300, many folks are walking past us on their way to the field with banners and noise makers.

Tim: “Hey team, check that over there?”

An armored van pulls up in front of the bordello, and 4 people get out and charge into the front door.  The bordello.  The bordello is a 3 story wood framed house with a balcony on the second floor.   To the left of the bordello you can see the clock of the town bank.  Next thing we see, 2 of the people appear on the balcony, a man#1 and women#1 which appears to be wearing a morrow project outfit.

Tim (tries to get the attention of the women):  “Hello (as he points to his headset)”

The woman leans into the man’s ear and whispers something then disappears back inside the bordello

Soon as she enters the bordello, the man#1 points his SMG and takes a shot at Tim.

The team scatter and rush the door, a smoke grenade was tossed and hits the balcony and land on the deck under the Man#1.  Tim and O’Neill rush the window under the balcony while the rest of us rush the front door of the bordello. An exchange of shot ring out and Porter hit the man#1 and he returns the favor by hitting Conroy and Tim.  Luckily nothing too fatal as we reach the building.

At this point, a man#2 appears in the window and takes a shot with his shotgun at O’Neill, who notices this man and quickly rolls under the front porch and most of the buckshot hit the deck with minimal damage to O’Neill.

Also the top of the van opens up and a man#3 setups a hand crank Gatling gun on a tripod and begins to open fire on the team and building.

As the smoke begins to build, O’Neill leans out from under the deck and puts 4 bullets in the man#2 in the window and and rolls out and runs toward the van.  He stops and leans behind a turned over truck that is in front of the bordello.  Tim takes this opportunity and jumps though the window and is now on the inside of the bordello.

Ruby and I, get to the front door and get ready to enter.  I open the door and we both rush in, Ruby hit the side of the bar while I attempt to jump over the bar.  My attempt was poor, I crash over the bar and  land hard on my ankle, luckily nothing broken or sprained.  I look up and see a bottle of Makers Mark staring me in the face.  I grab the bottle and take a swig, behind the bottle I see a old cowboy cowering in the corner.  Even with whats going on, bullets flying and people crashing thru windows, he still had the good manners to offer his guest a drink.

Later on, I found out out that on the way inside, conroy was able to take out the man#1 on the balcony who had a bead on Tim thru a hole in the roof.  The kill shot caused the man#1 to fall thru the roof and nearly land on Tim.

At this point, Everyone but O’Neill is inside, he is outside dealing with the man on the Gatling gun.  From behind thewagon in front of the bordello, he makes a sharp shooter head shot which drops the man#3 and also caused the van to roll forward.

I slowly make my way to the entry to the bar and as I look to the back room, I can see a flicker of a lighter thru the smoke.  I call out to the team to take cover as it look to be a light from a fuse.  Soon as I call out, a lighted stick of dynamite come flying toward Ruby and I.  The dynamite hits off the bar, and takes an unfortunate bounce and land within meters of Tim.  With no time to react the dynamite explodes and launches Tim back toward the front wall of the bordello.

After the smoke clears, Ruby makes her way to the doorway to the back room, and I follow.  We both notice thru the doorway it appears they used the Bordello as an entry to the bank next door.  They had blown a hole into the bank from the bordello and in the doorway I see man#4.

In his hand, he has another stick of dynamite and a lighter and about to light the stick and toss it into the room again.  I get a bead on him and get off 2 shots, one to the knee and one to the head.  The head-shot drops him and the stick of dynamite he was holding blows him into teeny tiny pieces.

Outside, the women runs out of the Bank, and is confronted by O’Neill.  As she runs to the van, O’Neill take a couple of shot at her which appears to hit the mark.  She gets in the Van and starts to get away.  As she drives away, O’Neill fires at the Van and got a hit on the back left tire which caused the van to briefly lose control.

With all the chaos over the locals show up and we are almost arrested but cooler heads prevail and we find out that the robbers were of a well known mercenary group that operate out of the Krell Republic lands.

In the morning we plan on gearing up and following the trail of the van up north towards the border. I personally am looking for a little payback for all this trouble and bloodshed.

 

Mission Report: Miami OK – November 1st, 2162 – GREAT BANK ROBBERY

By , 04/19/2014 4:16 pm

Mission Report: November 1st, 2162
MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – at the big game in Miami, OK
DATE: 11/01/2162
REPORTER: Timothy Hart – CA4 Team Doctor
Mission title – The big game turns into a bank heist.

Well the day seemed to be going well.  We met with the sheriff of Miami and he seems to be a good man. The mayor came in a bit later. He seems to be from Asian descent and named John Chu. We will need to keep an eye on that one as he seems to have his hands in all sorts of unsavory things.

The mayor wanted us to go with him and I think he wants to use our skills to his advantage. I do not trust him. The sheriff informed us there was a football game at the local university in a few hours and we all said we would love to go. The mayor did not like this and seems to be at odds with the university as they pull at his power base and rejected some sort of contract he wanted.

The vehicle (V-300) is locked up out back of the sheriff’s office and we all heading out to the game with just our small arms as long arms are not allowed within the town. It seemed that hand grenades were not included in the ban, so a few grenades as found their way into the teams gear, as a grenade is always handy in a clutch.

It seems we are the guest of honor at the game. As I sat I found they had nothing to drink here in the way of a stiff drink, I talked with the group and as we still had time before the game I thought it would be nice to go back to the vehicle and pick up a few bottles of the trade booze.

I, Porter, Ruby, Conroy, and O’Neill headed out making good time to get the booze. While at the vehicle I also picked up a real pack of cigarettes,  for trading if my wife asks. Just to make sure the cigs were still good, I tried one on the way back to the game.

About six blocks from the sheriff’s office I saw a gas or diesel powered armored truck pull up in front of the hore house. Four people moved in, but what caught me as strange was that they had long rifles. I informed the group of this and said lets go take a look at this. Besides the bottles we had were the small airplane ones and I bet we could get a real bottle or two of the local stuff to test.

As we walked to the cat house I saw a women in Morrow gear and a man on the second floor balcony of the cat house. I hailed the lady and asked her to communicate with her head set. While doing this I informed the team that this did not look right.

Next thing I knew the lady said something to the man with her then darted back inside. This really did not bon well. I sprinted for the door to the cat house and told the others to split up to make it harder for them to hit us as it looked like they had assault weapons. As I ran up the man on the balcony opened up on me at point blank range with some sort of SMG and by the gods I did not get hit. Someone behind me, I think Porter, took a shoot at him and did graze him as he seemed to pull back a bit. Also O’Neill throw a grenade at the man and it dropped on the deck below him. I was relieved to see that it was only a smoke grenade.

I and O’Neill rush to the building O’Neill stopped at the boardwalk of the building as the window in front of him broke out and a man with a shotgun aimed at O’Neill. As I made it to the side of this window I pulled a frag grenade and was getting ready to throw it in the window. From the balcony the man with the SMG opened up on Porter and Conroy with Conroy getting it but his coveralls stopping most of the force of the bullet.

Next thing I knew the man with the shotgun at the window fired at O’Neill hitting the boardwalk in front of him. Then I heard Conroy and ruby say that a man popped up from the roof of the truck and he had a heavy weapon of some kind.

Shit, shit, shit I thought. Then O’Neill opened up on the man with the shotgun and said the man was down. With the frag grenade in my hand I throw it at the truck through the smoke and heard a good hit on the truck. As I was doing this the man in the truck opened up not with a MA Dues as I feared but with what Porter latter said it was a Hand cranked Gatling gun. Sill heavy bullets were flying everywhere. I jumped through the window landing on the dead man with the shotgun. I looked him over and took the shotgun loading it from the bandoleer of ammo I pulled from him. I also found a stick of dynamite with a shot fuse covered in nails.

This brought back memories of my youth when we would roll M80’s in glue and bee bees making mini grenades. I noted the Idaho military uniform, Patches, and name badge on the man. While searching I heard the lady yelling at one of the men to grab the money as the Morrow Project and State Guarded needed it. This sounded wrong to me. I informed the team of what I found and that they should pull on gas mask as I was going to throw a CS grenade.

O’Neill rolled out from the front of the building and runs toward the van stopping to take cover behind a wagon. This did offer him cover from the man in the truck.

Before I could throw the CS grenade Ruby and Porter made their way to the door of the cat house as the door was wide open. Ruby ducked in hitting the side of the bar. Porter jumped over the bar and I heard a thump and curse as he hit the floor.

Porter is a man after my own heart I found out again later. It seems as he hit the floor the poor bartender so afraid stuck out a bottle of whiskey to him. He took the bottle drank a good drag from the bottle and handed it back to the poor man. Also later on, I found that on the way in, Conroy also jumped the bar slipping and landed on the poor Bartender.

Okay back to the fight. As I was taking photos of the dead man, his uniform, and badges sending them to all the team I looked up just in time to see the man on the balcony pointing his submachine gun at me through the hole that the other man had made in his death throw. He bloody well drained his mag on me. Fuck he hit me in the leg and son of a bitch it hurt but again our uniforms stopped most of the impact.  I raised the shotgun up at him but before I could fire I heard gunfire and he fell through the hole barely missing me. I searched him taking the weapon (a sten gun?)  and three mags I found loading the last full one into it.

At this point, all of us but O’Neill were inside.  He soon called in that he had taken the man with the Gatling gun out, but the truck had moved to the door of the bank next to this building. With what he said things slipped into place in my mind. They were after the bank and wanted to blame it on the project and the Oklahoma government.

I moved up to the side of the half wooden wall and yelled out that I was Tim Hart of CA-4 and for them to identify themselves now or be fired on. I called to O’Neill and informed him to cover the bank as two people may be heading for the front door. As I looked through the smoke I show a bundle of sticks or candles fly throw the smoke. They bounced off the bar and rolled ten or fifteen feet from me. O my fucking god I said as I realized it was a stick of dynamite like the one I had found but moments ago. I tried to move but next thing I knew I was flying through the air hitting the ground some twenty feet away from where I had started thrown on top of the two dead men.

From here things were a bit foggy. It seemed someone shot the other man in the bank as he was going to throw another stick of dynamite causing him to drop it at his feet killing himself with it. O’Neill shot the woman in Morrow gear as she exited the bank causing her to drop the coin bag she had, but not killing her. He said he had hit the back tire of the vehicle but it was heading out leaking oil. It seems my grenade had done some damage. I was still trying to drag myself up as all this was going on. I was feeling sick and I’m sure I have a concussion. I reached for my healing power to help clear the fog from my head and the pain I felt all over.

I will continue the rest of this report later as I need to get some sleep. Well a good smoke and a small sip of whisky as well. The Whisky helps me sleep you know, purely a medicinal need. I do not want to hit the med pack for such a small headache.

P.S. Please edit the smoking and booze from this report before allowing my wife to read it friend. I promise a good cigar and bottle of the best when I get back for this editing.

MISSION REPORT: Border of Oklahoma – October 29th, 2162.

By , 04/19/2014 12:04 am

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Border of Oklahoma and Missouri
DATE: 10/29/2162
REPORTER: Vod Pacheco – CA4 Team Commander
Report – What the hell happened to all the roads?

The roads suck. Only the roadbed from the old Interstate is left with a few chunks of cement or asphalt occasionally visible thru the grass.The track is identifiable from the grooves and marks from the Gypsy Truckers that use it to go north/south. Fred is doing his best, but we can’t do more than 15-20 mph without losing fillings from out teeth.

About 10 miles north, near the Goodman Tower site, just south of Neosho MO, we came up on a couple Big Rigs. Fred said they look like trader/truckers clan on the road so we pulled up next to them and hailed to talk/trade. After a few startled looks they pulled over and we parked nearby. They asked what clan we were from and after a few tries got across that we were from the Morrow Project (clan) and planning to head over into Oklahoma. The Tipton clan was hauling raw wool, scrap metal and Diesel fuel north to Web City and beyond.

Tim pulled out his doctors bag and heading over to the kids to check them out and do what he could do. He showed his medical tattoo, which looked a little different from what they are used to, since it is from California, but they accepted his help. After Tim helped out one family apparently they paid with a nice heavy duty leather jacket. The Matriarch of the Tiptons realized that we didn’t have much that they could use for trading, or have use for their goods, but a little shared alcohol, and a couple .357 rounds from my pocket and she opened up some. We talked about our plan to drive down the trade route of old I-44 into Oklahoma.

She said that there are some raiders, the farther north (by the Kansas border (The republic of Krell)) the worse they are, but it is pretty safe. The 5 nations patrol the road, and do take some Tarrifs to use the road. She recommended Miami as a good place to stop, it has a university and is pretty safe. With a wave of thanks to the Tiptons, we pulled back onto the Rogers Trade route (on our maps its called Interstate-49).

My old oilskin slicker was burned when we arrived at the base, so Tim offered the jacket he received to me. Thinking how cold it could be getting soon I thanked him kindly. A little delousing and I’m sure I look like a native now. The people will welcome us with open arms.

Trucker Graveyard near Joplin MO.

Trucker Graveyard near Joplin MO.

COMMANDER REPORT: Huckleberry Ridge Supply Base – October 29th, 2162

By , 02/08/2014 1:44 pm

MISSION FILE: Morrow Project Supply Base: Huckleberry Ridge – MO.
DATE: 10/29/2162
REPORTER:  Cathy Tanager – Base Commander
Report – Recon Team CA-4

Commanders Note: While it was nice that we got to spend time with another morrow project team, CA-4 personal are “Interesting” and a bit “Raw” from there years out in the wider world.

I could tell after 3 weeks, they had gone partially “Native” in this new world and had a more flexible viewpoint about “Morrow Project Rules and Regulations” than most teams.I recommend that they get a full psychological workout when the project is not so understaffed just to make sure that they are still “Fit for service”.

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Recon team CA-4 has filled out the required supply forms and have left our facility on October 28th, 2162.

A V-300 with 90mm Cannon based on the KFS Current Version (Model 2a61 Burbond Industries).

Crew: 3 (Gunner, Driver, Commander + 9)
Length: 6.4 Meters
Width: 2.54 m
Height: 2.7m (turret roof) 1.98 m hull top
Max Speed: 90km / 3km in water
Gradient: 60%
Vertical Obstacle: 2ft
Armor Value: 40 (B), 80 (NB), 8640 (EX). (Slat Armor Upgrade *1)
Primary Weapon: 90mm Cockerill Mk.3 Cannon (x39 rounds)*2 with a co axel 7.62 MG (2000 rounds).
Secondary Weapon: Mag-58 with 2000 rounds.
MASS: 59 (14514 kg combat load)
STATS: SP: 3200 STR:90 (150kW fusion) DEX: 6 PACE:15 INT: 25

Upgrades: Winch, Heater Kit, A very simple NBC (overpressure) system was installed by the MP Maintenance team.

*1 Note on additional wire cage on the side of the vehicle. The Sides of the V-300 has an added light weight steel cage which can detonate an Heat round before it hits the side. Any HEAT round that hits the cage has a 50% of detonation and only 1/2 the AP effect of the weapon. Any Pure Ballistic (Say a 50 cal AP ) round will not be stopped and will effect theV-300 normal.

*2 Even though it can take 39 rounds, it was only captured with 28 (20 HE, 8 HEAT (Effective Range 1Km).The Maintenance team created 6 more Canister Rounds (Taken from some old M590 Antipersonnel Canister Rounds traded by local trucker clan) ( Filled with 2000 steel wire Flechettes).

Basic Equipment in the V300:

Tool Kit (See pg.177), Shovel, pick, axe, sledgehammer, machete, bolt cuter, Camouflage Kit, M83 Solar unit, Tow Chain, 3 x Halon Fire Extinguishers, 50m Nylon Rope in bag, 2 pairs of dust googles. Electrical Tool Kit. Electronics Tool Kit, Mechanics Tool Kit (For internal combustion Engine), Simple Biological Identification Kit.

Medical: Large Medical Kit, Surgical Kit, 2x UniDrug Universal AntiBody / Antidote

Communications – Electronics:
AutoNav system, Vehicle Computer System (3.4 Ghz, 16 G Ram, 1 TByte SSD, Hardened), Two AN/PRC-70 Radios, One Radio Direction Finder, One Set of CP-7 Laser Ranger Finder Binoculars, 1 spare set of AN/PVS-5 Night Vision Goggles. 1 x 15 mega Pixel Camera with 30mm – 150mm Telephoto lens with 256 G SSD.

Team General Supplies:
Five Ration Packs, One Camping Kit, one Utility Box, two Trade Packs.
8 Extended Cold Weather Clothing System (EK-WAX)
8 Hazard Suits

Weapons:
Demo Kit + 2 cases of M112 Explosive + 4 Rolls of Primercord (154m each)
4 M1 Rocket Flares
1 M79 GL with a load bearing Grenadier Vest (empty)
4 Armburst 300
8 pounds of xxx black powder (Post War – KFS Manufacture)
Reloading supplies for BP Pistol (lead, bullet mold, crimping tool, Percussion Caps) (Post War -KFS Manufacture)

1000 9mm Rounds
1640 rounds of 5.56
100 rounds of 357 mag
400 rounds of 44 mag
200 rounds of 45 ACP
two cases of 7.62 linked (1600 rounds )
1/2 case of 40mm M433 HEDP (36 rounds)
1/2 case of 40mm M381 HE (36 rounds)
1 case of 40mm CS (24 rounds)
1 composite case of 40mm Rounds ( 12 multiple projectile, 6 stun bag, 6 M1029 Crowd Dispersal 6 parachute flares, 2 each color star flare)
1 Case of NICO Thunderflash Grenades (x16)
1 Case of M67 Fragmentation Grenades (x30)
1 Case of M34 WP (x16)
1 Case of AN-M8 Smoke (x16)

1 Fim-92A Stinger Launcher with 2 missiles

MISSION REPORT: Huckleberry Ridge Supply Base – August 20th to October 28th, 2162.

By , 02/08/2014 1:20 pm

Team Report: Aug 17th- Oct 28th 2162
MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Huckleberry Ridge Supply Base
DATE: 10/28/2162
REPORTER: Vod Pacheco – CA4 Team Commander
Report – the 4 R’s of MP School, Rest, Recover, Resupply…. Redeploy

CA4 is a changed team. The MP allowed us a couple of months to debrief, and recover from the riverboat mission. Clean beds, clean clothes, hot food…. You could see the change in the team as we recovered.

Command gave me early warning that our next recon would most likely be into Oklahoma Region, so I urged the team to take advantage of what the base had to offer to prepare.

More detailed information will be made available to the team, but apparently Oklahoma is split sorta down the middle along what used to be I35. The western half of the state is controlled by the “State Governor” and the eastern half is by The 5 Nations (Nicknamed Sequoyah by the Regional Base team) .

After the war, the Indian tribes (mostly located in the eastern part of the state) banded together and separated from the remnants of the state government to form their own nation. The two halves have an uneasy peace between them, and have even coordinated in the past against the Krell raiders in Kansas.

In general, Fuel is more apparent, as the oil wells are flowing to some degree in here and in Texas as well, so more trucking clans are seen traveling the roads.

The recent increase in hostilities between the governments seems to be over control of the oil fields in the center of the State. With the thought of Gypsy truckers traveling, I requested another member for the team. Fred, “ex gypsy trucker” was being flown out to help us relate to the truckers and act as a closer “native contact”. Tim and I were looking forward to seeing him. He was one of the first people we ran into after we woke up about a year and a half ago.

Something else which is different is that the two Political groups even know of, and accept the Morrow Project presence. They recognize that we can assist with humanitarian assistance, but will not tolerate political stirring in there lands.

So far there have been a couple of teams going around Oklahoma, OK-2, a small 6 person recon team has been traveling around researching the oil production capabilities of the state till about 4 weeks ago, when they went silent.

OK-4 is a Agriculture Support team with specialized agriculture and ranching, who stopped sending reports to base. It’s thought they aren’t dead, but may have gone “native” working with ranchers out in the western part of the state.

OK-1 is a command team which is split into two group, one in Clinton OK with the State Governor and one in Muskogee OK with the 5 nations elder council.

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I took a tour of the motor pool to see if I could influence our mode of transportation for the next Recon mission. The base personnel seemed to be polishing up a Commando Ranger. That thing says it can hold 6 people, but as an uparmored SUV, it would be a tight fit.

About a week into our stay here the supply personnel towed in a damaged – captured KFS V300, and I quickly decided that it would be perfect for our next ride.

I went to work on the base commander, Cathy Tanager. A few evening horseback rides and a couple of dinners, and I had her convinced it could be made to work, but it was going to require a lot of hard work and sweat on our side. The back half of the 300 has a impact hits from multiple 40mm HEDP hits that were used by an Arkansas MARS team and the insides were a mess.

She said her team would have the equipment for the 300 ready for us and we went to work on it. We were able to retrofit in a fusion system, electronics, drive train, communications, and and MP computer.

For some reason she wouldn’t authorize a backup computer, she told me there was a directive from HQ that no spare MP vehicle comps be issued to our team. Huh, go figure, its not like EVERY comp we were given has been scraged… just well… almost every comp.

The V300 mounted a 90mm Cannon in its turret, with a coax and and we added a commanders Mag-58 with a small gunshield. Conroy was able to jury-rig a pole/canopy rig on top to keep the sun off if needed. We also were able to up armor the base vehicle to some point, by puting on a wire-mesh skirts to the sides, to protect against HEAT rounds, and were able to scrounge together 28 rounds for the main gun. Not a full load out, but sufficient for our needs.

The bases armorer was even able to manufacture 6 rounds of “canister” for “crowd control”.

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I could see the team using the facilities. This place was loaded with equipment, and we took full advantage of it. I tossed out my grease gun, and got a nice new M4/M203.

Now let see some bear jump out of the darkness at me!

Others in the team drew out new equipment and went to work re-familiarizing themselves with it. Most of us spent some time on horseback, and time in the classroom learning the details of the political and economic situation in the area, and just bulking up as most of the team was down about 15 pounds from the last campaign on the river.

I was looking forward to Oklahoma, since they knew and accepted the MP presence, our team would be able to proudly wear our uniforms, and really show the common folk the good we could do.

I made sure to get some extra tradepacks and goods so we could trade and give them out along the road to those in need. Tim and I spent some time on the video talking to our wives back in CA high Desert. It was great to see my 3 month old son and reconnect at some level with them.

Fred showed up with a great artificial hand… he said his driving skills wouldn’t be impaired by it and with the condition of the roads I knew that would be tested.

With Keshawn gone and Lincoln dead we also were allocated a new team member. He was one of the last ones frozen before the war, Osheen O’Neill, a MARS team member who’s been working in Missouri for the past couple months. His local knowledge will be invaluable, as well as his skills as a sniper.

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As our time in the base came to a close our mission parameters were clarified.

1 – Investigate OK-2 who disappeared 3 weeks ago. Where did they go, and what happened to them. Their last report was from the Oklahoma State University, near Stillwater, and that they were heading to the southern part of the state to investigate something.

2 – Determine the fate of OK-4. They went silent a while ago, and are not responding to radio calls from HQ. Rumors of a MP group are working with some ranchers in the west have been heard.

3 – Diffuse the tensions between the east and western governments. Something is stirring them up and tensions are rising with occasional border skirmishes between ranchers/Indians. If the MP can help with the peace it will go a long way towards helping this be a focal point of rebuilding.

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Eventually the time came to back it up and head out.The V300 had space and in true form we filled it. Conroy was in charge of keeping it all in order. Cold weather gear, some hazard suits, Ammo, grenades, trade packs, ration packs, and I was even able to keep the Stinger missiles as the only time we don’t need them is when we have them, so maybe it will keep hostile aircraft away.

We pulled out of the motor pool, and I snapped off a salute to the base commander Cathy.

Her crew did a great job on the vehicle as it turned north onto what is known as the Rogers Trade route, what used to I-49. O’sheen said it was named after Will Rogers of prewar days. We would take that north and then catch the I-44 Trade route down into Oklahoma.
CA-4 at this point consists of 7 members,
Vod – Team leader with steel toed boots
Tim – Doctor and Jedi Knight
Conroy – Communications/Radioman
Ruby – Adopted orphan team member from Illinois
Fred – Contact specialist – One handed Gypsy Driver
Porter – M60 Fire support
Osheen – Sniper, local knowledge, Dentist.

I have to admit I feel a bit excited… the people of Oklahoma are going to be so happy to see CA-4.

MISSION REPORT: Huckleberry Ridge Supply Base -August 20th, 2162.

By , 02/05/2014 10:05 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4
LOCATION: Morrow Project Supply Base – Huckleberry Ridge
DATE: 8/20/2161
REPORTER: Christina Howellet, Recon Team CA-4

This is my first official report from Recon Team CA-4. I am the last known member of Engineering Support Team OH-2.

A few days ago one of my best friends and team mate Lincoln Davis. He was gunned down in a fire fight with the KFS. He will be greatly missed and fondly remembered.

Near the Grave site of Lincoln Davis, Late of Morrow Project Team OH-2

Near the Grave site of Lincoln Davis, Late of Morrow Project Team OH-2

We were able to retrieve his body. I didn’t want those KFS bastards using him for their political gains. There was a small service for him yesterday and he was buried on the edge of the wood line under the canopy of some majestic trees.

On a happier note it is nice to be back in civilization. After being extracted by helicopter we were flown to Regional Supply Depot Alpha-2. It was nice to be able to take a much needed shower and eat some hot food. It was also great to be able to get some sleep in a real bed. We are told that we will get some much needed RnR before being redeployed to the field. Last night I heard over the radio a story about the Black River Dogs and how they are were killed in a show down with the KFS. Apparently they were given some false information because we are alive and doing well. CA-4 used the cover name of the Black River Dogs as an alias to get into the KFS area without being hunted.

Also yesterday I received my new orders from Prime Base, reassigning me to CA-4. In a way I am excited to be staying with these guys, but in another way I am also terrified because they seem to attract trouble. Luckily they are seasoned veterans and know how to get their way out of a sticky situation. Vod has promised to show me how to shot a rifle and we will all be given some time to work on our small team tactics. Also I hope to able to get some horse riding in so that I know how to properly ride a horse in our next mission.

Christina “Ruby” Howellet

MISSION REPORT: Battle of Benton – August 16th, 2162. Benton ILL.

By , 02/05/2014 9:26 pm

Mission Report: August 16th, 2162 Benton ILL
MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Overland on horse and carts
DATE: 8/16/2161
REPORTER: Vod Pacheco – CA4 Team Commander
Mission title –  A typical episode of “The A Team” – ak End of Darkness Recon

Daniel Bowie had gotten us to Benton, where we could possibly resupply and push on to Cairo. We split up to check out the bar, and talk to Bartender, and the other group was across the street securing some supplies at a general store.

That was the plan.

KFS Secret Police Strike Force in Benton ILL.

KFS Secret Police Strike Force in Benton ILL.

But the plan went wrong as the KFS V150 with the 20mm turret parked in front of the bar and 4 uniformed KFS Blackboots (Secret Police), in full body armour and assault rifles,  jumped out and headed towards the bar.

Desiree, Lincoln, and Ruby were in the general store across the street from the bar. They spotted the V150, and pulled out the RPG we had scavenged from the KFS ambush a few weeks ago ( when we were set up by with Madeline).The RPG was in all its component parts, so Ruby and Desere started the process of reading the weapon as they watched the V150 rotate its turret towards the bar.

Duncan took Desere AKM, who used it to line up a shot at the V150 commander who’s head and shoulders were visible on top of the turret, but missed.

Tim, blackburn, conroy and I were in the bar, talking it up, when some KFS trader guards stood up, raised their shotguns towards us and told us to back away. The next thing we knew MG and 20mm Cannon  fire was flying thru the building cutting into them and all sorts of other people.

Outside, the V150 commander opened up with his MG, and the 20mm started pumping rounds thru the building, out the other side, and into the countryside beyond. The waitress I was talking to was literally cut in half as I hit the floor. Tim took at MG round in his thigh, but it must have been a ricochet as it didn’t seem to do too much damage and was mostly stopped by his uniform.

With all the MG fire, I wanted out of the building so I ran to a window and jumped outside, thinking I could flank whoever was shooting up the building. But my webgear caught up on the windowsill and I ended up flat on my face outside. Tim followed up behind me but held position inside the bar, but behind a solid brick fireplace which seemed to stop most of the MG fire near his position. Conroy bolted for the door on the other side of the bar.

Blackburn hunkered down behind a solid looking table and set up his M60. He then laid down suppressive  with small controlled burst. Eventually I think he managed to kill the V150 Commander but with all the lead flying, I could not tell.

At this point it seemed like it was like the old TV show “The A team”. Tons of bullets being fired, and no one getting hit. Duncan shot at the V150 commanders back, but missed again. He must not have noticed where the shot came from, cause he just kept plugging rounds into the building.

I lifted my head up out of the dirt, in time to see 3 Blackboots running my way. I emptied my entire clip from my greasegun into these 3 guys, and when the smoke cleared, it was apparent I completely missed. Tim, using the window for cover, shot his pistol twice at them and missed too.

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One of the Blackboots fired his Assault Rifle at me and I took at least 3 rounds into my chest. Luckily my IBA with the ballistic plates absorbed the shots, but it still stung like a bitch.

This time Lincoln fired at the secret police in front of me and missed, but was hit over 12 times when they returned fire. His body armour absorbed most of the impacts, but 1 messy headwound and a neck wound caused ruby to be sprayed with blood as Lincoln collapsed to the ground.

At this point Desere fired the RPG, and with a  BANG…. hit the V150. but it must have been a glancing blow and someone inside was still alive, as the turret began to traverse around from the bar to the church.

In the distance ruby and her half of the team could hear the beating of a helo, but they could not place the direction. Thinking that the KFS was sending in reinforcements, the started to reload the RPG while trying to spot a way for the team to escape the town

Conroy let loose a long burst, at the guys facing me and took one down, leaving 2. A secret policeman dropped his empty assault rifle and pulled out a pistol and I took a 9mm round to the thigh from it. My greasegun was empty so I pulled my saber and closed to attack. With a powerful swipe I took the hand completely off one of my assailants, and followed it up with a thrust to his chest which was stopped by his body armour. The man then threw himself at me and we wrestled on the ground till I eventually managed to find a gap in his neck armour and sawed my way through it with my sabre.

Tim took the 3rd down with a quick double tap from his pistol to the head.

At that point over our radio headsets we could hear something on the morrow project radio frequency but it was filled with static.

As the V150 started hammering the general store with the 20mm cannon,  ruby’s team sheltering behind the brick wall at the back of the store. Unfortunately the 20mm AP rounds seemed to be removing 1 foot chunks every time they hit.

Conroy tried tried to cut through the interference on radio and managed to contact the inbound MARS team OH-4 in a Blackhawk. They wanted to know if we needed assistance.

We told them to take out the V150 as quickly as possible, and soon after with a WHAM! it was an expanding fireball as a trio of 2.75 inch rocks slammed into it..

MARS Team OH-4

MARS Team OH-4 Comes to support the team

Desere said there was another KFS vehicle approaching, a V300 about ½ a mile away. The Blackhawk adjusted course and a burst of 2.75 inch Rockets made short work of them.

As the smoke cleared we took stock of the situation.

Ruby, hands covered in blood said that Lincoln died in her arms as he bleed-out from his wounds.

I looked at what was left of the team.

Keshawn no longer in our team, but missed.

Lincoln dead.

Herb Brandenberger dead.

Tim seriously wounded twice, and bleeding from another leg wound.

Everyone else sporting red patches of blood or dried or new.

The team was exhausted. Our Recon cover was long gone. Tired of being on the run. With a final decision, it was obvious this Recon Mission was over. I called up to OH-4 and they circled once and then settled on a field next to the bar. We loaded up what gear we had, and in a cloud of dust, took off into the evening sky. As we flew slow and low to the west, we saw some aircraft approach the town. Then Orange fire enveloped the few buildings, as the KFS aircraft dropped Napalm in the area. If that didn’t put an end to our mission I don’t know what else would.

Apparently HQ had determined that our Recon was over as well, which is why had the MARS team ready to extract us. By listening to the KFS radio bands, they had heard of the secret police unit responding to a confirmed report of an active morrow project team matching the description for CA-4 and took off to extract us.

We had attracted too much attention between the KFS and Krell.

Somehow most of the team fell asleep on the Helo ride thru the dark to the west.

After about 3 hrs of  flight time, we ended up 300 or so miles at what used to be the Huckleberry Ridge Conservation Area. Just north of the border where Missouri and Arkansas meet up with Oklahoma. Looking up in my PDA, I noted that Morrow industries bought up the area as a “Nature Preserve” way back when, and retrofitted a regional supply base into the hillsides.

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We climbed out of the chopper, and were escorted to a “quarantine area” for “decontamination” apparently the base commander didn’t want us bringing in all the fleas, bedbugs, and other creepy crawlies into his nice “clean” supply base. We dumped most of our gear and watched them burn most of our clothes as they were literally rotting off our bodies.

As we watched the last of our things turn to ash, we closed the pages of the heart of darkness, and wondered what the next chapter to CA-4’s mission logs would be. Certainly it couldn’t be much tougher…… right?

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