Category: CA4 Mission Reports

MISSION REPORT: August 16th, 2162. Benton ILL.

By , 02/02/2014 1:40 am

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4
DATE: 8/16/2162
LOCATIONS:  Benton (Illinois) – Outside of Greater Economic Development Zone of the KFS – Near Empire of Cario
REPORTER: Christina Howellet, Attached to Recon Team CA-4.

After our rainy night gunfight we loaded up into the Krell Wagon and onto the spare horses that they had. I was so glad that we found that wagon. Tim was in no shape to travel on horseback and I have no clue on how to ride a horse.

We managed to make it to Crossville, Illinois before our wagon gave out. We broke down a little ways outside of town where we ran into a boy scout and his dog. He was able to bring back his scout master and the town priest; this was another town that the Church of Resurrection controlled.

Boy Scouts in 2162

I thought that I would be able to gain the priests trust, but neglected to remember that I was dresses in TMP gear and not as a proper woman. Luckily for us the boy scouts are still reliable. Unfortunately they were unable to repair our wagon; we were able to trade for horses though.  That night we stayed in town and the next day we were given basic riding instructions and horse care. Thank God for that because I would have been lost if not. We stayed one more night and then left the next morning after thanking them for all their help.

We traveled on horseback for about two weeks until we were about a half days ride outside of Benton, Illinois. We stopped for an early lunch and realized that we were very low on food supplies.

At the time we did not realize that we were so close to Benton so a couple of the guys tried to go hunting. They were unsuccessful but about that time a man came walking down the road with a dead deer on his shoulders.

He was willing to trade the deer for a metal canteen and a black powder revolver.  The guys cooked up the deer and we shared it with our new acquaintance.  He was a rough looking fellow and reminded me a lot of Davey Crockett or Lewis and Clark.

Mr Bowie

His name was Daniel Bowie and he had just come back from Texas and was recruiting men to go back down. Apparently the Texans were at war with the Mexicans. He was headed back to a place called the Alamo to help the Texans defend the area. We were welcome to come with him on his return but told him we had business to finish first.

I forgot to mention that he also has a knife named after him called a “Bowie Knife”. He had a stamp on the blade that said made in China. I know it couldn’t be made in the country so I assumed it must be a town or city that was named after the country.  He told us that if we stayed on the road we were on and followed west we would come to a town called Benton. When we got there to find a tavern called ” The Jack Russell” and talk to the bartender. The bartender was a cousin of Daniels and would help us with some food supplies.

We finally reached town it was around dusk. Half of us decided to go the tavern and the rest of us went to the supply store across the street.  In the supply store we were able to buy saddle bags for the horses, flour, salt, rice, beans, and some other travel foods.

KFS V150

It was just getting dark when we left the store, so we loaded up our saddle bags with our food while we waited for the rest of the group. I was hoping the other guys made out just as well when a KFS V-150 showed up with a 20mm turret. Four Black Uniformed KFS soldiers got out and headed for “the Jack Russell”

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I had this very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, little did I know what was about to happen.

Christina “Ruby” Howellet

MISSION REPORT: July 25th, 2162. New Harmony Indiana.

By , 11/12/2013 12:15 am

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 (OH-2) –
DATE: 7/25/2162
LOCATIONS:  New Harmony (Indiana) – Greater Economic Development Zone of the KFS – Church of the Resurrection
REPORTER: Christina Howellet, late of Engineering Support Team OH-2, Now Attached to Recon Team CA-4.

I definitely know why the rest of the group hates that redheaded b**** Colonel Madeline Frost.

She was the Krell agent I spoke of in my previous report. To say that she and CA-4 do not get along is an understatement. At first I thought maybe I was over reacting from the previous night. I thought that maybe I misinterpreted her and that they were exaggerating, but not after tonight…

Tonight that cruel backstabbing witch tried to blow us all up. The nerve of that woman, what did I ever do to her?

The night started out well with us being smuggled out of town and across the river. I felt bad since most of the team had to leave a lot of their supplies behind. I am sure the town is grateful though.

Old Schoolhouse Ca-4 holds up before the Battle. July 25th, 2162

Old Schoolhouse Ca-4 holds up before the Battle.
July 25th, 2162

We were taken to an old school house that reminded me of Little House on the Prairie. Frost told us to wait here until she could confirm the cache and then she would send us some horses and a wagon for us to escape in.

After she Frost left four of us decided to patrol the area outside because of the KFS. Well I guess I should say 3 decided and then I was volunteered. I don’t mind playing in the rain, but down pours are asinine.

Heavy Rain made escaping easier, but I hate marching in the wet.

“Heavy Rain made escaping easier, but I hate marching in the wet.” Ruby Howellet, July 25th, 2162.

 

Somehow how got paired with the team leader Vod. Something tells me the only thing he was looking at was me. Most of the patrol was uneventful, besides the rain, until an ambush was discovered. I don’t remember much of the fight. I do remember firing my weapon, but I couldn’t see what I was firing at. Every so often I could muzzle fire or rocket fire and I would just shot in that direction.

Thinking back it was kind of funny how Vod had to point me in the direction of the shooters. I was so rattled that I couldn’t get a fix on people’s locations. I was told to fire in a certain direction and I did.

I also remember RPG’s and 40mm grenades being fired at the school. Maybe what Lincoln said was true about them burning things down or blowing things up. By the time the fight was over that school was blown up and what was left was burning. Eventually we won the fight and managed to find some horses and a wagon for us to escape in.

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At first I thought it was the KFS that we were fought, it wasn’t until after the fight that I learned it was the Krell we fought. I know that I will never trust that Frost ever again.

I hope the doctor is still ok and has better luck with her.
Christina “Ruby” Howellet

Mission Report: July 23rd, 2162 – New Harmony – Greater Economic Development Zone of the KFS – (Indiana)

By , 10/10/2013 9:26 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Overland on horse and carts
Long term objective, – Get Antibiotics to Louisiana
Near term objective – get out of Kentucky Free States Territory, loop around to Cairo Illinois
Immediate objective – escape new Harmony and the Posse following us
DATE: 7/23/2161
LOCATIONS: Recouping in the town of New Harmony, and Planning the escape
REPORTER: Vod Pacheco – CA4 Team Commander
Mission title –  “A Deal with the Devil”

The official report to Prime base We met up with an have absorbed a member of original team OH-2, our team Medic Tim is healing nicely, we have formulated a plan with local KFS resistance elements to extricate ourselves from New Harmony. All is well and going to plan.

The Unofficial report which goes in my secret password protected part of my minicamp which will only be used for my memoirs when all is right and good again in America.

CRAP……………………. CRAP, CRAP, CRAP, CRAP

When it rains it pours, and i am not talking some dinky little shower.. This has the makings of a typhoon/hurricane type storm.

We made it into New Harmony with the rain slacking off enough to get a look at the town. New Harmony looks to be about 400 people and in good repair. Houses in good order, and what looks to be a nice town park on the west side of town. We drove the exhausted horses, both them an us rain soaked and muddy, into the docs’ barn. The doctor was brought out of his house to check out Tim along with Ruby, the orphaned OH-2 team member Lincoln told us about on the road.

I pulled doff my oilskin duster, and shook off my cowboy hat “Vod Pacheco, CA-4 Team lead. This here is Lincoln, Conroy, Porter, Desiree, and the one leaking vital fluids is Tim, our team doctor. The doc got to work, and was able to stabilize Tim. Our MP medkit used the last of our nanorepair injections on Tim, which would greatly speed his healing. He should be mobile in a day or so. We all sacked out for the night and would figure out what to do next in the morning.

I awoke early and started getting what gear I could organized, with the rain slacking off. I let the horses out into the barn’s corral, and took an overall inventory. With the loss of that wagon, we lost a bunch of our food, the twin 50 cal MGs and their ammo, the solar panels, and Tims Pipe tobacco. Luckily Tim was sleeping when I mentioned this, but im sure he will find out soon, and get pissed off at that. The weapons we recovered from the ambush included a postwar AKM. Its looked to be 10-20 yrs old and the barrel was in decent condition. The ammo used smokeless powder, but definitely post war product. A couple of pump action 870 shotgun reproductions, a Prewar MP5 in good condition(cache loot?) and a 38 cal pistol, definitely prewar. None of the postwar. At this point I figured we were in pretty good condition, with Tim recovering, and everyone starting to dry out a bit.

I figured while Tim recovered, Porter, Ruby and I would take one of our wagons out to the crash site and see what we could recover. And that’s when things started to go bad.

KFS V300 with 90mm Cannon in New Harmony, July 23rd, 2162

KFS V300 with 90mm Cannon in New Harmony, July 23rd, 2162

We were coming up on the center of town, when we heard the sound of a Diesel motor approaching ahead of us. Then the sight of a V300, with a 90mm cannon turret, rounded the corner about 5 blocks ahead of us, and pulled up to the town square. And a squad of KFS Army troopers dismounted and set up a defensive perimeter, and started asking questions of nearby townsfolk. We casually turned down a side street and circled around back to the barn to let the team know what is going on.

As we were talking, a boy about 9 yrs old ran up to the farm. Ruby recognized him as Kenny, the town baker’s kid, and asked what was going on. The Kenny said the KFS was at the town hall, looking for Doc and asking to talk to him. Kenny had heard them talking about a wagon wreck a couple miles out of town, and asking about any strangers in town. The wagon was thought to belong to the “River Dog Terrorists” and there’s a $500 reward for anyone who turns them in!

Kenny also said to tell Doc that the weapons’ shipment was due tonight and should they go ahead with it? Ruby said she would pass the message to Doc and sent Kenny on his way. After talking to Doc, he gave Ruby a note to take to the general store and give to Hank. It would tell hank to cancel the shipment for tonight. Doc then took off towards the town hall. We waited in the barn for Doc to return and meanwhile geared up in our body armor and prepared in case it came to a fight. I briefed the team that no long distance radio comms were to be used. The KFS had good RDF capability and only very low power local radios were safe, and even then keep it brief if we had to use them.

About an hour later, Doc came in and said that we were safe for now. The KFS had been about a day behind us, and found the wagon wreck.  The Church of the Resurrection and thus the town doesn’t like the KFS and they wouldn’t turn us in for now. But we needed to get out of town… soon. For now, he gave us some common clothes so we wouldn’t stand out.  We changed back out of our combat gear, and then exited the barn to take up residence in Doc’s house. Ruby took the note to the Hank.

When she got back she told us that a V150 cruised thru town and stopped at the town hall to join the V300 Army guys while she was walking. It was “running silently” so I would guess some unlucky MP team is dead and that was their vehicle. More importantly out of the V150 came a group of 4 Blackshirted KFS security police. While the army guys were pretty casual, one even “wolf whistling and hitting” on Ruby, these Security goons looked like they expected everyone was out to get them. CRAP, it just kept getting worse.

I took porter out with me in “commonfolk clothes” to check the roads and ways out of town. The KFS had set up roadblocks to the road north and south of the town, and another group at the ferryboat across the river. The townsfolk said that the strangers must have bypassed the town, so that bought us some time. But in a day or two, the KFS will realize that we didn’t. An 2 ½ tone Army Truck pulled into town, and more KFS Army troops got out and were setting up camp in the town park. This just got better and better. At least the V150 with the KFS security troops had driven south, and was out of town for now. We don’t need those crazies running around. We did see a flash from the church steeple and figured that an sniper was up there, in clear view of the roadblocks.

KFS Army Troops on patrol, In New Harmony, Indiana, July 23rd, 2162

KFS Army Troops on patrol, In New Harmony, Indiana, July 23rd, 2162

 

I talked to Doc about how to get out of town. He said he could possibly get us across the river and then somehow arrange to get horses and equipment across later to meet up with us. I thought about shooting our way out, but figured that would just bring them down harder. We really needed to just fade out and disappear. I asked about the weapons shipments he had mentioned, and who they were getting them from. Specifically I figured that whoever could get weapons into the town, could get us out, so I requested a meeting. I was thinking, wow, what a great idea. Doc left for the evening, to make some rounds, and would return with his resistance weapons supplier to talk to us. Oh… boy I would come to wish I didn’t request that meeting… sigh.

The rain started up around 7pm, and when it rains it pours….about 10pm that night we were in Docs house when the door opened. Doc walked in, followed by 2 other people. They removed their oilskin dusters and pulled off their hats. I could feel the temperature in the room instantly drop 10 degrees. Tim and I froze, for two different reasons. I was looking at the most beautiful woman (other than Viviana my wife) I have ever seen.  Hair so red, Perfect body, confident piercing blue eyes. Decked out in leather, a .357 Magnum strapped to her thigh in an oiled holster like someone from a prewar comic book. A .357 Magnum strapped to her thigh in an oiled holster. I must have looked silly just staring. Somewhere in my haze I could hear Tim swearing behind me…..… “get out of my head Bitch!”

Colonel Madeline Frost, Republic of Krell, New Harmony, IN, July 23rd, 2162

Colonel Madeline Frost, Republic of Krell, New Harmony, IN, July 23rd, 2162

In a voice as smooth as glass she purred, “CA-4….. long time no see….. You have the strangest way of showing up in the strangest places…..” She looked at me with those eyes.. and then slowly pulled up her sleeve to reveal a Joker Tatoo…..

Joker Tattoo….

I snapped out of it. CRAP CRAP CRAP.. how can she be here!

My had dropped to my holster, but I realized the futility of it at this point. Open up a firefight and the KFS would be here in moments. I spoke the words “Stand down CA4……”

I could hear Tim behind me grinding his teeth… “But its HER!”

My mind raced back to the first days of the high desert. Colonel Madeline Frost was a product of Krell. Bred for her psychic abilities, generations of redheaded crazy women who could reach into your mind and pull out your thoughts. She had been at the High desert, trying to get the Alliance into a deal with Krell. She had been at the end of the Crimson King, when we blew the mountain up. One of her sisters had been there in the pursuit of the Nuke in Missouri. She just wouldn’t die.

“It all starts making sense”, she said. “Sigh… CA4, some new faces, but undeniably your signature on the trail of Havoc leading to this point. Only your team of maniacs could have managed to undo the years of our work to put the KFS to sleep in a matter of weeks. Its going to take years for us to coup the damage you have done.”

Now it made sense. The post war automatic weapons must have been made in the Krell Republic. They must be supplying the “resistance” to oppose the KFS. And we are smack dab in the middle of it, and now I was going to have to make a deal with this Devil.

“Colonel Frost…. Madeline…. I find myself in the strangest situation of asking for your help.”

The KFS don’t want us here… we don’t want to be here… and from your comments you don’t want us here either. What would it take get you to get us across the river and out of your oh so lovely hair.”

She thought a moment, “It would be so much easier just to kill you here, but I suppose that would just bring the KFS Blackshirts in and level this quaint little town. And they have been so useful in keeping the KFS back for these past years. I suppose we could strike a deal.”

We talked a bit on what it would take, and finalized on one remaining Cache of construction equipment that OH-2 had left. About 5 miles away. She would get us across the river. Confirm the existence of the cache, and then we would say our goodbyes. It would take a day to set up, so she donned her weather gear, and disappeared into the darkness outside the house. Everyone took a breath as we could feel the warmth return to the room, warmth that didn’t have anything to do with the potbelly stove in the corner.

Mission Report: July 23rd, 2162 – New Harmony – Greater Economic Development Zone of the KFS – (Indiana)

By , 10/10/2013 8:56 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 (OH-2) –
DATE: 7/23/2162
LOCATIONS:  New Harmony (Indiana) – Greater Economic Development Zone of the KFS – Church of the Resurrection
REPORTER: Christina Howellet, late of Engineering Support Team OH-2

Hello this is Christina Howellet of Engineering Support Team OH-2 reporting in. It has been three months since my team received its wake up call. Shortly after waking up we came under fire from the Kentucky Free State (KFS). We did not expect such hostilities nor were we prepared for them. At any time we were expecting a M.A.R.S. or Recon team to come to our rescue.

After about a month on the run I got separated from my team and thought them lost to enemy fire. Eventually I came across a doctor in New Harmony how took me in. The doctor was part of the Church of Resurrection, and a member of a resistance group.

Christina Howellet (Ruby) of Morrow Project Team OH-2 undercover in New Harmony, Indiana.

Christina Howellet (Ruby) of Morrow Project Team OH-2 undercover in New Harmony, Indiana.

 

The Church puts up with the KFS, but dislikes the KFS. Only the doctor knew of my Morrow Project background. During the days I pose as the Doctors assistant. During the nights I help the resistance work on their generator which supplies power to a small section of town. This is where figured I would be spending the rest of my life.

This all changed a few nights ago when in a pouring rain I hear a familiar voice over the short range radio. It was Lincoln Davis a fellow team member. Apparently he survived the air attack that scattered our group and hooked up with Recon team CA-4.

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They were traveling by horse and wagon undercover and had wounded. The doctor I was staying with agreed to help them and we were able to sneak them into town during under the cover of darkness and pouring rain. When they arrived they had one badly wounded member and a couple of members with minor wounds. The whole lot of them looked haggard and tired. The badly wounded member was the team doctor Tim Hart.

There is the sweet talking Team leader Vod. I think I need to watch out for him. There is Desiree a Cajun river boat captain and resistance member. She seems pretty cool but rough around the edges. She looks like a pirate off Blackbeard’s ship, all covered in guns and weapons.

The next day the KFS came into town looking for CA-4, apparently the wanted something fierce by them. There was talk about them burning down a town, raping, and pillaging. At least thats what the wanted poster says, although I think they did burn a town down. If they did I hope it was full of those KFS bastards that got my team.

I must say this is not what I signed up for. I expected a little fighting but not being on the front lines. The resistance has brought in someone who can help smuggle us out of town. I don’t like her though she seems like she is evil and cruel. I get a very bad feeling being around her and CA-4 has had previous dealings with her and none that ended well according to them.
Christina “Ruby” Howellet

Mission Report: Outside of New Harmony, IN, July 23rd, 2162

By , 10/06/2013 9:41 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – In the driving rain outside of New Harmony, IN

DATE: 7/23/2162
LOCATIONS:  Hillside outside of New Harmony, IN.

Water pouring from his wide brim cowboy hat, Vod swears for the tenth time. Even with his oil skin duster, he is soaked to the bone and with the darkness of the storm, the road is a dark grey river of mud that continues down into a small valley.

“This sucks” says a voice next to him as another of his team members ride past him in the gloom.

“Yes it does” Vod replies without looking as looking would cause another pool of water to run off his hat down into his duster.

“Think Tim going to make it?” Conroy says as he shifts his m1 grand on its sling. He is is bleeding from a leg wound and the blood mixes with the mud as the rain comes down.

“Hope so, He is under the tarp in the back of wagon one, hooked up to the medical kit. I think he is stabilized, but without a real doctor, I am not sure he is going to make it.” Vod replies.

“At least he is unconscious. My leg wound is just killing me. Who the hell ever said riding a horse would be fun?” Conroy grumbles.

Desiree chimes in from the driver spot on the nearby wagon. “Oh stop your grumbling mon. You are scratched not bleeding to death as is the doctor, tim. Only your voodoo computer is saving his life now and you should all be happy that I and vod had to come and save all your lives back there. And a little bit of riding is good for body.”

Out of the darkness a riding appears in front of Vod causing Vod to pull his pistol and point it at the large man

“Shit Lincoln, I almost had to shoot you”

“Nah. I don’t think you could even see me in this hell storm. But I got good new for you. I have contacted another Morrow Project member from OH-2. She is hiding out in the near by town of New Harmony. She says she can get a barn for us and the local doctor ready. I think its only 2 miles away down the road”

“Thank God” Vod replied as his team was at the end of there rope and needed a place to rest.

Just then the scream of horses can be heard over the sound of crashing wood and metal from behind the team.

Vod and Lincoln turn there horses around and quickly come back to were Porter wagon had been.

“Porter you out there?” Vod cries as he looks towards the edge of a small hill.

“Fucken help me up I slipping” voice cries as Vod and Lincoln dismount and help the larger man back away from the edge of the road.

Porter is covered from head to toe in mud and is swearing as he checks himself for his equipment.

Lincoln takes out his flashlight and shines the light down the hill towards the tumble of broken wagon and supplies at the bottom of the hill. A horse with its legs broken screams in pain still attached to the harness lies in the ruble.

“The Damn horse bolted in the last thunder clap and ran straight off the road. I warned you all that I can barely control a horse.” Porter says as he joins vod, and Lincoln at the edge.

“I’ll take care of it” Conroy says as he grabs one of the crossbows from the second wagon and moves to the roadside. A second letter a thang is heard and the horse stops crying.

“Boss man you want me to go down there and see what can salvage?”

“No. We need to get Tim to that doctor and in this weather, its just to dangerous to go sliding down that hill side”.

“That was the wagon with the 50’s and most of the spare food. Damn this weather to hell” said Conroy as his mounts back up on his wagon.

“Yes, sometimes I think god does not like the good old ca-4 wrecking crew” vod says as he helps Porter climb up to join Desiree.

“Ain’t that the truth” says Lincoln, as he turns to lead the team to New Harmony and hopeful safety.

 

Mission Report: Wadesville, IN, July 21th to July 22nd, 2162

By , 10/06/2013 9:37 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Overland on horse and carts – Exiting  Kentucky Free State Territory control – Heading to Wadesville: RECON

DATE: 7/21/2161- 7/22/2161
LOCATIONS:  Back on the road to the 66, On the 66 1 mile or so south of Blayersville, In Blayersville, 2 Mile south of Wadesville, 1 mile south of Wadesville.
REPORTER: Tim Hart, Medic of CA-4

Mission title – “Tim tries to help a lady and gets his ass kicked and almost dies. Just call him Armstrong!”

We woke up early and said goodbye to the University group. I’m still not sure if they will turn us in or not, but we sure as hell do not want to hurt them.

Not too far down the road On the 66 we met a lone traveler who bid us to join him and share information. He introduced himself as Jeremiah the pilgrim who was traveling from the west. He was traveling on horseback and carried a good quality pump shotgun. What caught me odd at first was his speech. I looked closer and could see he was in great health and had good teeth.

To me this set off the warning flag that he may be a Project member. I asked him if he had seen my uncle Bruce and this did not raise an eye brow. He informed me there were a lot of Bruce’s but he did not know one well himself. I still think he is for our time and later found others felt the same.  He spoke of the ‘church of the resurrection’ and asked us if we believed in Christ.  I informed him that I had been saved and Jesus Christ was my savior. He was very happy to hear this. While we were all talking him he asked where we came from. Vod and Porter informed him Wisconsin but when he asked where in Wisconsin they paused a bit long and finally gave him a name of a city. He knew of the great lakes and our accents. I informed him of late I was from Ohio but was born in what I called Santa Monica California. He did not bat an eye at this. We asked about the town ahead and he informed us to look up Father Collins in Wadesville and inform him he sent us to talk with him.

 

Wadesville Church, 2162

Wadesville Church, 2162

We arrived in town around 10am. The town had a nice church, a firehouse, and a smithy/blacksmith. We pulled up near the Smithy and started to stepped down from our horses and the carts. As I was trying to talk with the blacksmith the bells at the church started to ring. I noted that the blacksmith had a newer pump shotgun on the wall and as I turned to the church to see what was up with the bells I caught a flash from the 3rd story firehouse tower and noted a sniper up there. I looked at the others and most saw this as well. Next thing you know the church door open up and out came a flood of people in their Sunday best. I had forgotten that today was Sunday. People started to come over to the wagons and soon an older man who could only be the pastor or Father came up to us and in a thick Irish accent ask who we were. We informed him we were the Traveling Willberry’s repair group and asked him if he was Father Collins. This stopped him and he said yes what can I do for you all. We informed him we met Jeremiah down the road and he informed us to come see you once we were in town as you we the man to see for more information on this area and what we may be able to help each other with.

 

Father Collins in Wadesville, IN 2162

Father Collins in Wadesville, IN 2162

Father Collins asked if we would like to visit the church. I said I would love this and Porter, Conroy and Lincoln headed off to the church. Vod and the rest stayed back to watch the gear. Vod said he was going to see what these fine people may need in way of help from us. I asked him to work on getting me some true blacksmith tools old used ones would be fine. The others stayed to stop him from giving away everything we had, Seems this was a workout for all of them but in the end we did get some trade for what Vod handed out. We again have two pigs not too sure what the other items were but Disarray seemed okay and did not want to kill Vod. It seems she had a big issue with the town’s people as they did not like her dress or mannerisms. They were very un-lady like to them it seems. I think the fact that she if covered from head to toe with weapons helped to keep them from doing anything but talk.

 

Church members in Wadesville, IN 2162

Church members in Wadesville, IN 2162

As we rounded the corner of the church while walking with father Collins to the back of the church we came on a big event. Let me set this up correctly for you. We rounded the corner to the sight of a lady in stocks with a large group of woman berating her.  Father Collins took a step back and halted us to do the same. He said that this was woman’s council work and we did not want to get involved. He assured us no real physical harm would come to her.

We all watched as a woman who could only be the leader of this group chastised this woman in the stock. She said Addy we are not pleased with how you treated your husband in public at the picnics. You need to repent and apologize to your husband for this disrespect. Addy looked up indignant and said Hell no he is a drunkard and she would not repent or apologize to him or anyone. She again was asked to repent and apologize to all of them or face the council’s will. She said NO. All the ladies in the group started to call to her to repent and apologize. Next thing I know they were throwing Shit at her and asked her again.

Too this the young lady spewed a nonstop verbal assault at them that would have made a seasoned sailor turn his head. The council leader once again asked her to repent and apologize. The Young lady (Addy) kept up the verbal assault. To which the ladies came up to her and started to rub and cover her in shit. She was informed she would stay here till she saw the light and repented for this affront along with apologizing to everyone.

Women Circle, Wadesville, IN 2162

Women Circle, Wadesville, IN 2162

 

I pulled father Collins aside even more and asked him what was this all about. He again said it was women’s work and every man knew not to mess with them. He added that Addy was young and back from collage with her head filled with all kinds of unhealthy Idea’s. Then he dropped a bomb and said No woman needs to read or write as this is what you get from it. As we continued to the back of the church we heard Addy cry out she was sorry and wanted to repent and apologize. The Father stopped and we watched as the ladies council helped clean her up then paraded her around to everyone even us to tell us how sorry she was and that she would repent. The look I saw in her eyes informed me she was anything but sorry and if she had her way could kill someone.

Father Collins again guided us to the church and asked us what skills we had. We informed him mechanical, electrical, and medical Skills. He said they had an issue with the pump in the firehouse leaking. Lincoln and I think Conroy went off to help with this and the rest of us continued into the church. He said if we stayed the night he could pass the word around that I was a doctor. He said there were some people in great need of work on their teeth. I informed him I was a doctor not a dentist to which he said aren’t they the same. I informed him I could take a look but it was not my strong side.

Father Collins went in to more detail on the “The Resurrected ones” as we walked. He informed us that Jeremiah was one of them and an elder. It seems that people have been coming out of cold storage here (Being Resurrected), and that they are considered the elders of the church. Father Collins was not resurrected and he has his accent from his mother and father whom came from a land of Ireland. I informed him I had not met anyone form Ireland in a long time and asked if he knew if you could travel there still. He seemed to think not and did not even flinch on me saying I knew people from Ireland or even that I knew of Ireland. He said that the elders were of different ages and ethnicity and had been coming out more over the last 30 years.   He informed us that the main body of the church was up north at. He had gone to the collage/seminary there but we would not be allowed to visit it as we were not members of the church.

Kids Plying in the fields behind the church in wadesville, IN, 2162

Kids Plying in the fields behind the church in wadesville, IN, 2162

 

Later I found out from the other group that they do have slaves here. Slaves seem to be willing or indentured for 14 years or so till they have proven they are a member of the church in spirit. Once this servitude is done they are given land and made full members of the community. The whole community works to build them a home and stare the land for farming. There is a grey area to all of this as we are not sure if this is a join or die kind of chose. I can see now runaway slaves from the KFS would freely do this as it is a much better live and they and their children will be free men one day. Again this is an area we need to get better Intel on. Also more Intel on how they are treated, but is seems better then if they were KFS slaves although a whip was seen on the horse of the man guiding the two men to the fields.

Back to the intel we have from Father Collins. He did not seem to hold back anything from us that I could tell. I asked about the Flag and he went over the meaning of all of it. I will attach this information with a picture of the flag to better inform you of what each symbol represents to him.

Church of the Resurrection Flag, Wadesville, IN, 2162

Church of the Resurrection Flag, Wadesville, IN, 2162

Once in the church father Collins went over the building. I asked if I could get a copy of the bible as mine was worn. He informed me this would not be allowed as we were not a member of the church. He did allow us to look at one. The first think we noticed was that it had an extra book. I was not able to read this book but father Collins did give us a summary.  It seems very similar to revelations but with much more fire and brimstone. This I’m sure is due to the war that brought the world down. He also explained that this book contained the words of the profit. To me it seemed like a spinoff of TCOJC, but with its own morals and meanings. I will work to obtain a copy of this Bible along the way or at least of the added book.

Lastly father Collins informed us that there were bandits up the road  and I’m not use who my guess is Vod or Porter said that we would take care of them if possible.

We all met back at the smithy to compare note on what we found. I informed them I wanted to stay the night so I could help the people here with their medical needs. To my surprise and later much pain the majority of the group wanted to push on as the next town was bigger and only a few hours away. I again asked to stay to help but even Vod wanted to push on. I gave up on this but think deep down I knew we should have stayed

So we pushed on and were trying to make good time to get to the town before night fall.

As we rounded a corner on the road we came across an encampment and saw a lady yelling and running from a group of men.  I, Porter, and Conroy with a wagon and two of us mounted on horseback pulled forward to help her. I jumped off my horse and ran to a nearby wall where I was able to grab the lady cupping her mouth and pull her against the wall just as the first of her accelerants ran right by.

Conroy and Porter opened up on this guy and his head popped like a balloon my guess is that it was Porter with the 7.62 round hitting him.

I worked with the lady to calmer her down and just as I thought she was calm a 38 revolver slipped from her dress. I was stun but as I reached for it she hit me in the left shoulder with a brick. I was a bit out of it here as I think she dislocated my shoulder or broke my color bone. While I was trying to clear my head  I another  man ran past  the wall Conroy was shooting at him I think as I saw fire from Porter going down the other end of the wall I have no clue how many he was fighting as to my further disbelief the lady picked up the revolver and pointed it at me not the other man. Then I heard two shots bang, bang, I did not feel a hit at this point and was in hand to hand with her to try and not get hit.

While struggling with her she shot three more time just as I was getting my head clear. The next thing I knew I felt a hot bee sting to my groin. O shit I thought she blew my dick off. At this point thing again went cloudy. All I remember was horses coming from my left side again not sure how many but I did hear gun fire from them and my team.

I was fighting for my life as I realized not only was this lady kicking my ass, but she was doing everything in her power to kill me. I again was able to try to feebly fight her off when she fell limp against me and the wall At this point I tried to reach deep down to pull the much needed healing power I can use sometimes. I do not think I was able to call on this power as I was slipping into darkness and screaming to myself Noooo.

From time to time I was able to come out of this blackness. I saw Conroy and Porter working on me then blackness, I saw Vod over me and the large med system hooked to me. I thought No I cannot die my wife will kill me. I tried again to reach deep for my healing power but felt the meds take affect and slipped back into the darkness.

I woke up again to darkness, no star, but water dripping on me. I reached again to the power and felt something but again slipped back. The next thing I remembered from this point was pain again as I think the cart stopped short and a cry went out in  the night soon followed but the scream of something in pain like me then all went silent. Again I tried to reach out to heal myself not sure if it work but able to breathe better and feel the searing pain in my groin thinking O god let me live and still be able to have kids. Then sleep but not darkness came over me.

May days later I would come to know that the woman had broken my color bone and shot off my left tactical. While I was in hand to hand form my life it was Porter with the crew served weapon that put the woman out of my misery. To this day I feel bad she was killed as I do not know if she was the bait or the victim, but I’m glad she did not kill me.

There were two guys with the woman that Porter and Conroy killed. While doing all this Conroy took a hit to hit upper torso, but it was a clean through. He lost blood but was able to still get around on his own. I and he both agree fuck this under cover shit we are pulling are project gear out. I have been hit before but never without the protection. Not saying if hit again I would live but that gear is the shit and even if I have to sweet my ass off so be it. Even if I have to wear it under my leather vest and shit. Makes me wish I had my full gear. If I did I would have me tactical still and just a hell of a bruise. Man my wife is going to be O well that is for late.

Two other men on horseback came in from my left one swinging a saber on horseback charged Conroy, He shoots the horse, and the guy falls under the horse. The other man also swinging a saber on horseback went for Conroy. As move to avoid the hit his left foot went in to the air and he received a glancing blow. While the rider and mount went by Porter he opened up full burst on rider and mount. From what they said the M60 turned them both into a blood glob of meat everywhere.

So as the total stands Tim not only had his ass kicked by a girl but can be called Armstrong, Conroy is hurt but able to move, Conroy and Porter took out four men, Two horses, and  the woman. Vod and the others did a very fast sweep of the dead and there camp. It looks to be two different groups Vod piled the bodies in the wagon in camp and fragged it. The team moved on to get me to a doctor. On the way they made contact with one of Lincoln’s teammates,  Who has setup a barn and doctor for us. We lost the cart with most of our food and the twin Ma duce when it went off a road in the rain and storm a mile or so from town as they were rushing me to the doctor.

They recovered one AKM with three Magazines and 60 rounds left. One 12G Pump Shot gun with 20 Rounds ’00’. One 9MM HK35 with a 15 round magazine and 10 rounds left in it. One Smith Wesson Snub 38spl , 1 round left. One black powder 6 shot single action revolver .44 cal, Two Sabers, lots of horse meat and two saddles. Horse meet was later lost.

All in all this now rates as the shitiest day of my life so far. I did not help the towns fold, The woman I tried to help nearly killed me and took one of my testis before my teammates had to kill her, I cannot drink or smoke for now as this would slow my healing, I had to have another doctor work to save me and do not get me wrong I’m glad he did but I needed to redo my stitches and reset my collarbone without him knowing. I think he still knows I worked on myself after him. Not sure what they told him or if he knows of my project medical gear. Damn shit day but the next day was one of the best and the ones after that as I’m here now able to type up this report.

 For my wife:

If you are reading this Love, I’m ok and cannot wait to see you. We may want to think about kids again now. This scared the hell out of me.  I know what you are going to say I cannot save every lady and child I met.

 

P.S. I hope you were able to find that redheaded girl a boy and that they are married, Please set them up away from us. We had a run in with another AI and the whole Church of Tim and his redheaded white robed followers is something I never want to have to deal with again.

 

Love you,

Tim Hart

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4, July 20th, 2162 – Highway 66 (West)

By , 10/06/2013 8:50 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Horsedrawn Carts and Horseback

Kentucky Free State Territory RECON
DATE: 7/20/2162

LOCATION: 1 mile west of Boonville, Highway 66 heading West.

REPORTER: Vod Pacheco, Team Commander CA-4

Mission title – “While running from the Posse, can we stop to give some stuff away?”

Riding away from the farm, backlit by the fire, as it began to consume the house and barn, our team was making their best time west. We needed to stay away from the river, as we apparently really have pissed off the KFS. On the good side, we are technically “outside” their territory. On the bad side, large armed groups usually don’t pay much attention to “technically” these days. Donning our night vision gear, we made the best time possible at night gaining some distance between us and the farm. Unfortunately the road we were on would bring us thru Evansville, right next to the river. Plus we had all this gear and the wagons which didn’t exactly make us “fast”

We made it to what was originally the Wesselman Park Nature Center. From the crazy overgrowth, nature sure has taken over. Perfect for us, as we were able to get off the road and cover our tracks while we rested up during the day. The team was looking a little haggard. This is not the type of Morrow Mission we were used to. It seems we are constantly on the run, and it will be hard to make any kind of dent in the corrupt Bureaucratic Gordian knot that the KFS has shown itself to be. Somehow we are going to need to focus on how incredibly horrible the bottom 90% of the KFS is treated. These people in the border zone think they have it great, with the KFS coming in and setting up railroads, electricity, plumbing, and stores to sell their manufactured goods. But what they don’t see is that once the KFS truly takes over, they will all be in chains. Or Dead. Well that’s for the PSIops and propaganda guys back at Prime to figure out. They should be able to do a lot with the deep recon data we have been able to collect, assuming we can get it back to them.

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During the first watch of the day, while most of the team slept, we did notice a large turboprop plane flying overhead. So there is some type of Aerodrome functioning. Looking at our maps, we note that Evansville had a regional airport about 3 miles north of us, so it is probably where the plane is flying out of. Just another thing to worry about spotting us while we are traveling in the area. Good idea we stopped in the deep forest for the night.

The guys on watch were cooking some food, and the scent must have carried a ways, because while I was sleeping soundly, a couple of large dogs ran into our camp and started gnawing on Tim’s arm The dogs were quickly killed with a few well-placed shots, and Tim only had a few teeth marks to show. They didn’t look rabid, but we will watch Tim and make sure as time goes on for any adverse symptoms. Unfortunately the dogs spooked some of the horses, and they broke the tethers and ran off. We quickly split up to look for them. Found one, and another came back on their own. Unfortunately it was maimed by a nasty bite on the leg, so we had to put it down.

Desiree and I took off to track down the last unaccounted for horse. We could smell some smoke, and followed the track to another camp about ½ mile away. A group of Gypsy truckers. Two 18 wheelers, a couple of cars and….. a horse. We approached them hands open and friendly like. Three of their group came out to meet us. After introductions were made, we told them that we were looking for one of our horses. Hmm they only have one horse, but were willing to trade for it. This is great! An opportunity to help out some people and we have so much we can trade for it. I started to mentally tally all the things we could offer to get our horse back. I’m not sure why, but Desiree got a strange look on her face, like she knew what I was about to do, and suddenly started bartering with them. We only were able to give away some clothes, and the meat from the horse we put down. I said since we are a repair group, could we help them with their vehicles? We are very good with mechanical repairs. They said one of their trucks could use some help, as it was starting to belch even more smoke than normal. So we got the horse back.

 

Gypsey Truckers, IN, 2162

Gypsey Truckers, IN, 2162

The Team made its way to the Gypsy camp, and Conroy was able to fix the truck as best he could. The clan was making their way to the Evansville Trade zone and agreed that we could travel along with them that far. Only about 4 miles on in what used to be Garvin Park. They said that the KFS has a good about of manufactured goods there since its only a few miles from the river they can keep it supplied.

We traveled along the road, and as we went thru Evansville, noted that our RAD detectors were only slightly elevated above background. We wouldn’t want to live here, but no danger for passing through. We could see the telltale rings of destruction from a low level nuke from the war. From the remnants of walls to the pure rubble of the concussion zone. Even now, melted ripples in what was left of the asphalt, and concrete could be seen. You could almost feel the ghosts of the people who were vaporized here. Desiree talked to the leader of the Gypsy’s and was able to express our desire to keep out of entanglements with the KFS. Some story about a deal gone wrong, and that was why we were moving on. After some discussion between the team, we came to realize that as much as we need to lighten our load, this would not be the best place to do it, as the KFS would be sure to notice. So as the Gypsy’s turned off, we went on thru the remainder of Evansville.

 

Higinbottom Cemetery, IN.

Higinbottom Cemetery, IN.

The Day was getting late, as we were about 8 miles west of town and decided to camp for the night at a campground next to Higinbottom Cemetery. There was another group there, with some wagons, and horses, so we figured, why not try to mix in with them for the night. A man walked out, introducing himself as Jake Sulivan. The traveling Wilderberries were introduced around and Jake said he would be willing to share the site, if we could help reshoe one of his horses. They were a group of university students from the “University of Southern Indiana”. Checking our maps later on, we could see that it was just 6 or so miles south on Hwy 62. They were heading to the trade fare in the morning on one of their bi-weekly trips to sell some of the things the students were able to make in their classes.

The University is about what you would expect from a “Frontier” society. More of a Trade School focusing on practical learning. Farming, frontier medicine, Mechanical repair, veterinary science, etc. No true hard sciences as expected, as that wouldn’t be much use nowadays. They keep up cordial relations with the KFS, as without them they know that the dark ages would have taken over and the university would have been long gone.

As dinner was cooked up and eaten, people sat down around the back of one of their wagons. Jake went over, opened up what looked like a cabinet, but turned out to be a Post war manufactured Radio. They tuned in KFS1 station, and it brought back memories of what the 1920’s were like. This is what people did for entertainment. We listened to a Soap Opra type show. A heroic Bordertown businessman was able to make a great deal, saving their town and saved the beautiful girl, while foiling the plot of the evil River Pirates. I could have sworn that the pirates were named something like the Black River Dogs. Wow, even this quickly our infamous name has made it into their “entertainment” as the bad guys. The enormity of the MP trying to take on this type of Hearts and minds integration starts to sink in. Adds for various “Wonders” that the KFS makes regularly made its way into the broadcast. I looked around and realized that in 10-15 years all these people will be slaves to the few Overloards of the KFS.

After some dickering with the team, I pulled out a keg of pickled pigs feet to contribute to the dinner, and we all sat down, munching an listening. I was able to give out some trinkets, trying to gain the good will of the people. The radio changed to news. They talked of how the KFS was able to buy up the bumper crops of the region, and industrial production was way over their plan, so people of the area could expect great things coming their way soon. Then the newscaster started describing events on the River east of us. I glanced around the team and everyone caught my eye that this could be bad. They talked of the Black River Dog Pirates who were armed and Dangerous, and known to be in the area. They said that anyone having any information about them should contact the nearest KFS security personnel without delay.

Henry, one of the older people in the group, apparently an engineering instructor of some type stood up an said he was tired and heading to bed. He was looking scared and nervous. Conroy was able to skirt around the group and approached him out of the circle of light the campfire was producing. Conroy told him that we are NOT the bad guys. He told Henry that we are here checking out the area and not happy with how the KFS treats its people inside the KFS. Here on the border, they are all sweetness and bounty, lulling the people into a sense of security. But after a few years, they borders move… sweetness turns to shackles and death for anyone who opposes them. Henry says that he will not expose us, as long as we leave in the morning and don’t hurt his people. Conroy says that we will leave, and that we would never hurt good honest people.

After an hour or so, the radio is packed up, and everyone breaks for their camps. The entire team got a good night sleep, only keeping one of us up on watch at a time. In the morning, we would be back on the road, heading up hwy 66, towards New Harmony. Hopefully we can find some friends there and get this mission of Recon moving again, and get back to helping people.

Mission Report: Boonville, IN, July 20th, 2162 – “can we burn down your farm?”

By , 09/12/2013 8:44 pm
MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Horsedrawn Carts – (Swift boat: Redrum scrapped) – Kentucky Free State Territory RECON
DATE: 7/20/2161
LOCATION: 8 miles east of Boonville, IN
REPORTER: Vod Pacheco, Team Commander CA-4
Mission title – “So, since you’re leaving anyway, can we burn down your farm?”
We woke up in the morning about 8 miles east of Boonville, Indiana. The two boys, Wilber and Fred starting prepping the cart, while Desiree, our newest Pirate rebel, and the rest of the team broke down camp. The Postman thanked us for our hospitality of sharing the camp, and said goodbye, along with his dog muttonchop and the old mule who only responded to dumbshit.
To the northeast, we heard the sound of a steam whistle, and we could just see a column of smoke thru the clearings in the forest that surrounded us. I took Conroy on a couple of horses to check it out.About 1/3 mile away, we came to a set of railroad tracks. They looked shiny enough to indicate that they were still in use. Coming down the track, heading west was a functioning steam Train. It was pulling 5 cars, 2 passenger, 2 boxcars and a flatcar headed towards what could only be Boonville.

The engine looked reasonably new and in good shape as it steamed on past us. The engineer and some passengers waved, we waved back. Apparently the KFS has sponsored a good working rail transport system, even in these areas “outside” their territory. We noted next to the railroad there were telegraph lines as well.

Steam Train in the Special KFS Economic Development Zone

Steam Train in the Special KFS Economic Development Zone

After the train passed by, we returned to the group and completed preparations to travel into Boonville. We realized we needed to change our cover story, as the Black River Dogs are being hunted.So CA4 is now the “Traveling Wilberries Repair Troop”. We can leverage our skills to be able to converse as a group of people traveling from town to town to help repair equipment that local people can handle.

As we approached the town, we noted that many people were in the fields, harvesting, and planting later summer crops. A strange dichotomy of farmers. On one side of the road you we could see Oxen pulling a manual plow, as farmhands harvested with scythes. Yet across the road, or next door a fully functional tractor or harvester was doing the work of 50 men.
Many of the buildings didn’t have the “defensible” look to them. As if people here didn’t have to worry about the problems on the frontier. I guess having the KFS so nearby has provided a measure of peace to this region.
Boonville, like almost all towns had shrunken, even from its meager prewar state. Rubble and wreakage on the outskirts, but no town wall, as we have seen on so many other frontier towns. More evidence of the feeling of safety.On the east edge of town was the train station, the train we saw, still there being serviced and loaded with foodstuffs. The grain silos and open warehouse next to the siding evidence that Boonville was where all those local farmers brought their food to get shipped out.

I could only guess that the train would be heading down the south line, to the KFS territory. A couple of men in KFS suits seemed to be overseeing the operation. Boonville is a trade junction, just the place we could use to stock up on materials to flesh out our cover of the Traveling Wildberries.

The center of town consisted of about 8 blocks, and looked to be new construction. The town had cleared the rubble and rebuilt, rather than try to fix up old broken down buildings.

The variety of people’s clothing reinforced the feeling of a trade hub, and would do nicely to help us “blend in”. Road Gypsies, with an 18 wheeler, and some cars were parked and set up to sell what they had, and there was a large “General Store” near the center of town.

Conroy and Desiree, being the best at the local accent, went to the general store to get some clothes. It was even Air conditioned! Thats the first building we have seen in over 1 year that had AC. You don’t know how jealous I was that they got to get out of the oppressive heat and humidity that is July in Indiana.
I watched as they were confronted by some type of store security, but I could see Conroy flash some of our Gold coins and they disappeared inside.
I figured they would be about 30 min getting us some suitable outfits to replace our worn clothing, so I strolled across the street to the old courthouse. It was still in good repair, and I noted a bulletin board with some posters and local newspapers pinned up.
Apparently the American Freedom Party was warning of some raider attacks near Graysville, operating on horseback. Mt Carmell and Mt Vernon militia were being called out to fight the bandits.
Still working after almost 200 years, an Ancient Rail Bridge in Boonville, IN

Still working after almost 200 years, an Ancient Rail Bridge in Boonville, IN

There was also a poster indicating that there was a crackdown on the Ohio River, and to be careful to carry extra ID when entering KFS. The crackdown was the result of the Black River Dogs, and a reward was posted for $500. There were some rough descriptions of our team, and a list of our alias’, indicating the Black River Dogs were thought to be traveling in 2 wagons. Anyone with information was to contact KFS internal Security Forces at the telegraph office. I surreptitiously took a picture of the poster for our archives.
In the local newspaper, there were talks of the Republic of Krell going to war with the militia up north at La Cross Wisconsin, From what it sounded like, it could  be the battle we were in months ago when we were shipped out from California and landed in Wisconsin.
Then another mention of strange creatures in St Louis and the Maxilla Free Militia setting up checkpoints around what was left of the city.
I looked over and saw that a servant was bringing out lemonade to our wagons with Conroy and Desiree. Behind them, to my amazement was a line of slaves carrying more and more stuff out of the store and to our lowly wagons. What the hell did they buy?
I casually approached Conroy, and inquired, and he started talking about all the great stuff they had and that somehow, He and Desiree just kept buying and buying.
It seemed all of us needed nice felt hats and a suit of fine sunday clothes, the iron cooking gear, a evening dress for Desiree, candy, coffee, sugar, a french press for said coffee, a parasol, white gloves, pickled eggs, pickled pigs feet, ect, ect, ect.
We realized it wouldn’t fit on the 2 wagons, so the farm boys were sent over to the livery to get us another wagon to haul all this stuff. Well I’m sure there are a lot of people out there we will run into that could use it. The Morrow Project is here to make people’s lives better. We will just have to find some and spread the wealth.
A local policeman came by to ask who we were and what were we doing. Conroy let him know we were the TWRT and just heading thru after stocking up after a long repair contract up northwest.
While Conroy spun the story, a couple of us notice that we were being watched. Three or maybe four people were just “loitering around” glancing at our way every once in a while, taking more notice than everyone else. I mentioned this to a the team and we decided that it would be a good idea to get out of town and out of sight.
The boys returned and we loaded up all the goods into the 3 wagons and headed out to the Farm of the two local boys who been helping us for the last week, which was about a mile and a half west of town.
When we got there, the Farmer was happy to see us, and we set up in the barn for the night. He also said the Morrow Project wanted someone from our team to stay and help out with the local resistance/underground. Another team will be coming into the area soon, and they wanted someone to meet up with them in Bloomington, North of here about 50 miles.
Over dinner with the farmer’s family we talked about our next steps, and how to get West to Car, he indicated that the old Highway 62 was a trade route, and goes thru Evansville and was the most direct route. It was nuked in the war, but no one gets sick anymore and It had been stripped of most salvage long before.
We could go that way, but he warns that it would be best to stay 30-50 miles from the river as the KFS was mighty pissed at us apparently.
We could take route 64 to St Louis and then head south, after skirting around the city.
There were Rebel contacts in New Harmony on the 66 who could help us. It also seemed we would be traveling through the American Freedom Party area of control. They doesn’t work with the resistance, but they control the area thru which we will be traveling. The team will be skirting around Evansville and then up 66 to New Harmony. Maybe we can make some new friends with the Rebels and get them to work with the Morrow project.
That night we set up a rotating watch, with radios on our hidden sentries. Conroy and I took the first watch, while Keshawn, Tim, Porter and Desiree were in the house still talking to the farmer. Actually Tim, Porter and Desiree were talking, Keshawn was nowhere to be seen., But then again, the Farmer’s daughter was nowhere to be seen either… hmmmm…The rest of the team was bunked down in the barn catching some sleep before their watch started.

I heard Conroy whisper on the radio that he had 2 armed men sneaking up from the east on the farmhouse. No sooner than he said it, than I spotted 3 more next to me on the west side. I guessed that these guys were here to take us down as they seemed armed to the teeth. Whether it was just our extravagant spending spree, or if we had been made as the Black River Dogs, it didn’t matter. We needed to take them out.
I alerted the team and took aim. With a Quick radio countdown, Conroy and I opened up on these bandits.
Conroy hit both the guys he saw, killing one, and missing or wounding the second, while I hosed down the three on his side with a long burst from my greasegun. One went down gurgling from a throat shot, while the other must have been hit in the leg, hitting ground with a scream.Porter ran out of the front door and took cover at the corner of the house near me to back me up. Tim grabbed his shotgun, ran to cover the back of the house, while Desiree dowsed the lights, sending the farmhouse into darkness.

One of porters bandits fired his shotgun, hitting him in the thigh. The one I missed freaked out. He dropped his weapon and took off running, towards Porter’s position. The leg shot guy near me blasted a hole in the corn next to me with his shotgun, but one pellet creased my scalp. I took aim and put him out of his misery with the last of my clip.
Porter realized that the guy running near him was just trying to get away. He had no weapon, so he wouldn’t shoot him in the back as he ran off. I called over the radio not to let anyone get away, but it was too late as he disappeared into the blackness.
Tim came out and helped bandage up our light wounds.
The farmer is… well pissed. With one of the bandits away, it won’t be long before he gets to town to report to the sheriff and thus to the KFS.
Im sure a posse will be on it’s way and here in the morning. We can’t be here when they get here.The farmer says he can’t be here either or they will kill him or burn down his farm. In the middle of this discussion, Keshawn comes down tucking in his shirt into his pants stairs to ask what happened.  But of course he is followed closely by the daughter, who looks quite blushed and a bit disheveled,  it all comes into place at least what had happen by Keshawn during the fight.

He was “busy”. Well. He then volunteered to escort the farmer and his family north out of the way. Keshawn will stay local, and help prep for the Morrow Team which will be here in a few months.Dang. We had been together from the beginning out at the bolt hole in the cement factory back in the high California Desert. Im sure our paths will cross again.

The next thing I  hear is Conroy saying to the farmer,  “So, since you’re leaving anyway, can we burn down your farm?”…
 The silence was broken by an very loud “NO, YOU CAN NOT BURN DOWN MY FARM” from the farmer.
Conroy replied, “Well… it would help cover our tracks and distract the posse.”
The farmer repeated his statement and said, while you are at it, how about paying me for my farm since I have to leave and he could have to have some money to start all over again somewhere. Conroy dug into his pack, and held out a handful of coins, “Here is some gold to make up for it… “ and he gave out most of our remaining gold.
I thought that was a good idea, “As you know, the Morrow Project is here to make life better. So here is the gold to help you out” I gave him my best AAA smile. The farmer seem to glare at me for some strange reason, that must be how he says thanks!
The team headed out to the barn to get the wagons going. Keshawn pulled his gear out of the wagons and said his goodbyes as he got on his horse to catch up with the family on the northern trail off the farm.
We put on our night vision so we could make the best time. We needed to be long gone before anyone came out to the farm to find out what happened. Or investigate the fire… not sure which at this point.

Mission Report: Rockport, IN, July 19th, 2162

By , 08/21/2013 11:45 pm

MISSION FILE: RECON CA-4 – Swift boat: Redrum – Kentucky Free State Territory RECON
DATE: 7/19/2161
LOCATION: 1 Mile North of Rockport, IN
REPORTER: Tim Hart, Medic of CA-4

Day 7/19/2161

Last night sucked, with the watch rotation, the heat, and the dam bugs. I woke up in a cold sweat trying to get the tigers burning yellow eyes out of my mind. O yea and we have cats, No lions and tigers in the area as we found out from the search of the old power plant yesterday.  Breakfast today was cold again and tasted like the swamp we are working in. It was all hands on to strip the boat down to get it ready to load up in the two wagons that would be here tomorrow.  We pulled the twin “Ma Deuce”, the radar, the sonar, the KFS radio, the MP radio, The 200lb ship battery, the power step-downs and MP system connections and what wire we could, All the ships stores and hidden gear and supplies,  all the ammo and any shells we could get, ect… We are stripping it the best we can till the other wagon and the Damocles supply ship shows up.

Last night we called Damocles when we decided to go over land to Cairo. We are giving him what is left of the ship. I think it wants the fusion and engine the most. Once Damocles gets what it wants it will sink what is left of the ship. We will be getting five high grade crossbows, Solar powered panels to keep the MP gear powered along with the transformers, step-down’s, and converter, Batteries to charge, a case of 7.62, two belts of 5.56, a new 80mm mortar tube and mount, two “Ma Deuce” gun mounts, one M79, and with luck a lot of good will with Damocles.

(Note I think when Vod loaded his DPA to Damocles it was infected by the crimson king virus. He signed off wired and asked how me followers were doing. Not good, and we need to try to get the I.T. guys working with Damocles.)

The afternoon was hotter and we were all covered it muck and sweat. Keshawn was main look out for the river with backup. Vod was main lookout on landside approach again with backup. Late in the night the other wagon and the horses showed up. The kid well young shakedown artist took us for half our wealth of ready KFS cash. He told us he was never here and we assured him we did not know him. He was of no help on intel and was out of there as fast as he could be.

As the day moved to night the alarm went out that we were being watched on the land side near the town. We sent Keshawn out to trail the teen boy who was watching us. An hour or so later Keshawn came back and informed us that the teen went to the town and into the sheriff’s office located in the center of town. It was decided that I, Porter, Lincoln and Conroy would walk into town and barter for supplies and see what was going on. About 100 yards out Porter and Conroy split off to cover me and Lincoln as we continued to the gate. I called out and was asked what we wanted. I informed them we was up the river working and needed to trade for some goods. The guard called out for another guard to get some guy called Moose.

Moose, a lady and I think the young boy who saw us came out. I started to barter with them for supplies when Moose cut me off and said we owed him rent. He wanted $20 KFS scrip per day and we owed them for yesterday and today. I tried to work with him and he took this as a personal insult and said we now owed $25 now as I was insulting him and undermining his authority. Rather then we kill him and the rest of the town I opted to pay him. I pulled out the wad of cash I was given to trade with and the ladies eye popped and she smiled and asked what we needed. I worked out what I thought was a good deal of four barrels of salted pork “Yes it is pork, 12 chickens, some fresh vegetables and a bit of fruit. This was another $50 KFS dollars and the last of them. I also traded on bottle of the low grade antibiotics for 20 black powder shotgun shells and 2 bottles of moonshine. She had all the food rolled out and I waited while the rest of the group went back to get the wagon and help. I thought I had done a great job compared to what Vod would have given, but the farm boys said I was take and schooled as all of what I received would be maybe $20 KSF dollars. I continued to work for a bit to get my stuff ready for the bug out in the morning with luck. The moonshine is not bad and the tobacco is even better. I started to smoke a pipe to help fit in while we travel. I’m sure my wife will understand I need to try and blend in better.

 

The night went by very fast and I sleep rather well. It seems hard work is good for sleep. The next day we had a small fire and some cooked food, this help pickup everyone some. The new chickens seem to be good as we had plenty of eggs for everyone to have some. We decided to take the camo nets for the boat with us and this added another hour or so as we had to camo the boat with the stuff around us.  We made fairly good time on the strip down. I wanted to take the pumps but was informed it would be too much work to get them out.

 

Early in the day the an alert of incoming was announced, I think it was Porter informed us we had a torpedo heading our way that looked like what Damocles would send. We watched it come in alongside the ship and pulled it onboard. In it we found what Damocles sent us. I was under whelmed as the solar gear was old and lacking what was promised. We also only received three of the fire requested high tech crossbows and no bolts for them. We called Damocles and asked him what was up he informed us this is the best he could do with the time we gave it. He said if we wanted to wait a week he could fill the order better, “even the AI is robing us blind.”  While talking to Damocles I did not notice the slip as last time in how he worked with us. We informed him of the town of badgers and that they knew the ship was here. It asked if we thought they may be a threat to which I affirmed a big yes this he took to heart as it were and asked if a tactical nuke\strike was needed. I informed it NO as there were children and women there of no threat. I’m not so sure it really sees people in anything other than threat or no threat. I hope to hell the town leaves it alone. We unloaded the shipment and sent the vehicle on its way.

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We soon finished loading the wagons and doing a final walk though of the ship. We took the sand buckets and all the tools that were left in this sweep. I, Vod, Keshawn, Conroy or was it Porter and Lincoln mounted up. We have two wagons and five mounts. I thought this time riding would be easier. This proved wrong as it took me a bit to get use to how to ride and settle in without doing damage to my lower half. Not everyone was as good as I and it will be a sore night for us all. We made what I thought was bad time but the farm boys said we did well. We setup camp and another small five. As I was lying down to sleep I was amazed at how beautiful the sky was without all the ambient light of the city’s form the old days. I was going over the constellations and surprised myself that I remembered so many of them from my childhood.

 

I was soon awaked to the group talking about the sounds they were hearing. I got up and walked around and found it was coming from back where the ship and town were. As I was listening my stomach turned as I heard the all to familiar sound of a big saw working. This brought me back to the sight of the Crimson Kings People sampler saying, “Be calm were here to help you!” as his vehicles would saw people down and drain blood and sample from the dead bodies. I shivered at this thought, but snapped out of it as I heard small arms fire going back and forth. Then all of a sudden we heard I think the bark of a 50 kicking into the battle. Things soon heated up with heavy weapons echoing to us. Then we were hit by a bright light and a hell of a BOOM. I hope to hell Damocles did not nuke the area. This would for sure send the KFS on alert.  It is a guess but I think one of the KFS vehicles or the Damocles vehicle was destroyed. This is good and bad, good as no nuke, bad as the KFS may find the boat and start to look inland for us. While we were talking about this I had a hit or two of the shine and smoked my pipe thinking of my wife and how this world has changed. We decided we would get a early start to put some more distance between use and I headed off to bed.

Horse and Wagon

To my surprise and horror I slept well. It seems I’m becoming even more jaded to this new reality. Breakfast was fast and cold as we all wanted to hit the road and put some miles between us and the river.  We made about 20 mile today and this seems to be the average we can expect with the wagons and not pushing hard. As we were setting up camp two men approached us and asked to share are camp. We allowed this and offered them food. As I was looking them over I spotted that they had the old US postal emblem on their close. I looked at the others and they all seemed to see this as well and asked them if they were Postmen to witch the older one, “Frank” introduced himself and his young apprentice, “Billy”.  We all sat around the fire and Lincoln, Porter, Conroy, and I think Vod started to work on them about the area. I thought I would just watched and listened for a change and let the others do this, But nooo before I knew it I opened my mouth as the older man started to talk of the Krell nation. I’m not sure why I hate this group but it is hate. Well that is a lie I hate the two red headed bitches I have meet and had to fought. They were the ones who forced me to admit I had this god dam mind power of mine, Back to the story. The old guy was informing us the Krell was a larger power then we thought. Also the there was another group called the American nation or something that was at war with them. It seems the American Nation may be the dependents of the American Indian nations. He also informed us about a Morrow team he had met and that there was a team who setup a power plant till the KFS wiped it out. The KFS seem to be hunting the Morrow teams and the way the young postman would have it are the devils minion as worst. The old postman took the opposite side of this and the two would argue back and forth on this topic. They also informed us that there were two other big players in the game of rebuilding the US other than the KFS. There is a group in Texas and a new start in California.  The Texas group and the American Nation seem to be to possible allies in the rebuild. I do not think the KFS will be helping the Project from what we have seen. Even if we could deal with the slavery issue I feel they are dynamically opposed to us and to sharing any power structure. This is a shame as even with the bad points they are really making a push at rebuilding be it more to what is good for this five or six family board. We need more intel on the true power behind this group.

Side note: the Young Postman is just that young and not well traveled yet. We need to keep anything Project related out of all conversations. The older postman called me and the group out when the young one was off talking to the farm boys. He hinted heavily at us being Morrow, and that our backstories needed a lot of work. We need to change the approach at this and get a few more wagons and horses as well as start to collect Junk\treasures as Fred would have said from the ruins we move through to better build the story that we are Junkers or scrapers. We talk to well still and act to high flutin as he would say. Even the older postmen was a pain to understand and he is well traveled. While we were talking I did find out there is an air transport guild in Boonsvile. We will be going through it to get to the farmer’s homestead and drop off his two sons. I’m hoping with some work and the shine I can get the old fellow to help us in working in town. It seems the main store is a KFS store and is about the only place to trade. I will be going over options with the team in small groups out of camp as we hunt for food and junk to avoid the young postmen finding out who we are. Thank god he is young and full of himself.

 

Mission Report: Heading for the Pits, Ohio River, Rockport, Illinois, July 19th, 2162

By , 07/06/2013 10:52 am

Mission Report: Heading for the Pits, Ohio River, Rockport, Illinois, July 19th, 2162

Mission Log
Location: 1 Mile North of Rockport, IN.
Date: July 19th, 2162
MP Swiftboat: Red Rum (Undercover)
Kentucky Free State Territory
Reporter: Vod Panchaco (Team Leader)

Not our finest moment, getting thru the Cannelton Locks Dam. our swiftboat, the Redrum could be renamed the Swiss Cheese.

Well, we have innumerable gun ports available on the boat now as a result of the damage taken from the Lock defenders and patrol boat we ran into after gunning thru the locks. In the battle our boat suffered over 120 rounds of 5.56, 30 or so of 50 cal, a few rifle grenades hits, and one 76mm hit on the rear weapon mount.

After The Docks

Our top speed is about 16 knts, and we have some major damage to the engine, and rudder system.

I was knocked out from the cannon round which hit the back of the boat. After shaking off the effects I went back to check on Herb. The only thing he could spot was some chunks of flesh and blood clinging to the gunnels.

Latter I was told he was manning the 81mm motar when it was hit by a 76mm round as killed instantly. What a waste.

We hope to eventual be able to give a toast for herb and say a few words of thanks for the service Herb gave the Project and CA4.

We slowed down a bit to 12 knts, and find that the boat is more under control.  And we spread out to assess the damage and condition of the our boat, the Redrum. The electrical motor was having some issues and needed repairs that would take hours. Windscreens were blown out, and there were more holes in our superstructure than we could count. Under the waterline, we were taking on quite a bit of water, but the bilge pump was able to keep up with it at this point. It became obvious that we need to pull into shore and do some repairs. We could really use a dry-dock, or winch to pull the boat out and do it right, but looking at our map, it is doubtful we will find major repair facilities that we can trust anytime soon. We needed a spot off the river to hide out and effect emergency repairs.

Herb manning the 81mm Motar station before the battle

Herb manning the 81mm Motar station before the battle

Traveling down the Ohio, and passing Troy IN, about 6 miles past the locks hoping to pull into the river our maps show used to be there. We found that the 66 county road bridge is down, and navigating around the wreckage would be very difficult in our condition without taking a lot of time. Time we don’t have, as I’m sure local forces were alerted to our very noisy forcing of the Locks. We have to find a spot further down the river.

We turned downriver, and then in the darkness about ¾ mile off we spotted a searchlight coming towards us. Damn someone from the Locks must have got the word out and a patrol boat was coming up the river. It actually mounted two lights, each one scanning a side of the river, as it cruised up the middle. We weren’t in the greatest shape, so we headed to one shore, and took aim. If we were really lucky the spotlights would miss us, and they would just keep going up river.

KFS River Patrol Boat during the battle

KFS River Patrol Boat during the battle

We weren’t lucky.

One spotlight scanned over us, but then swiveled back to pin us in their beam. Everyone on both sides opened fire. Tim opened up with our Twin 50 cal MGs, and both sides began pumping holes in each other’s boats. They had an automatic grenade launcher which started walking round around us. We took more damage to our aft section and suddenly veered into the south bank. I was tossed overboard by the shock, loosing my 40mm grenade launcher into the muck. Keshawn was able to take out the forward spotlight on the KFS patrol boat, and the angle of their craft prevented them from swiveling the rear spotlight onto us. Duncan ran below and grabbed our LAW from the stores. Conroy got to the front of the boat with his M60 and started hosing down their superstructure as well. He also managed to knockout their aft searchlight, and the KFS boat went dark.

Red Rum during previous engagements with River Pirates

Red Rum during previous engagements with River Pirates

Black of night, only lit up with streams of tracer fire between us. I was calling out “Duncan! Get me the LAW… quickly!” As he edged around the back of the boat. Duncan emerged, and noted that a fire was again started near the remaining 81mm mortar rounds in the back of the boat. He tossed the law to me, and then started dumping sand and water on the fire, shuffling 81mm rounds away from the flames.

After Battle Sketch of the KFS River Boat

After Battle Sketch of the KFS River Boat

I took aim with the Law at the faint outline of the KFS boat and waited for someone there to open up to be sure of his target… he only had one chance, so he needed to get it right. The KFS twin 50s opened up again, and Vod fired at the meter long muzzle flashes. The round went in low on the waterline near the rear of the KFS boat with a WHUMP. And all fire on the other side stopped. Keshawn used his night scope to pick off any remaining KFS troops and it was over.

The Red rum (AKA the Swiss cheese) had more holes, and blood on deck  but it still floated. Duncan jumped into the water to check the rudder. The control cables were severed. Using some parachute cord we jury rigged the rudder, so that someone in the back of the boat could manually adjust it. It would have to suffice. The vehicle computer somehow survived, along with our radio. The whip antennae was lost and would need to be replaced. We need an entire new rudder and the engine needs repairs. The Pigs died.. but the chickens survived.

Backing out of the shore, we slowly made our way down the river in the black of night. Using our nightgear we scanned the shoreline, trying to find some tributary river or bog we could pull into. About 8 miles further downriver we found Rockport. There was a small waterway and pool north of what used to be a quarry.  It was navigable and we made it off the river. And Slept.

In the morning the Redrum looked even worse. We pulled out the Damocles drone and had it search out the local area. North of us was what used to be a major coal fired power station. The coal long gone, and it looked to be scavenged pretty hard. Guiding the drone back south over the town, about half a mile off, there are what used to be 7-8 warehouses which may have some salvage we could use. What used to be the town of Rockport, is home to a few homes down around the old sheriff station. Perhaps we could talk to them and see if they could help us out as well.

Using the Damocles drone to boost our radio range, we were able to contact Pete, an old homesteader (an Morrow Project Rebel Contact) near Boonesville. After talking to Pete for a while, we got the feeling we could trust him. He is about 15 miles away (20 by road) and after some trading offers, said he could help us out. His two sons were going to come over with their cart and draft horses with some welding equipment and would be there by nightfall. He told us that Rockport housed a group of “Badgers”. Not quite pirates, but someone who would prey on river traffic. If we can negotiate with them, they too may provide some parts and supplies we would need to get going again.

Pete said that Owensboro has a KFS presence, a guard post near the river, and from all the radio chatter, something has kicked over the hornets’ nest, and stirred up the KFS like he hasn’t seen in a long time.

That would be us……

Pete said he would relay our message to some Morrow Project people he knows about and has intermittent communications with to let them know where we are.

For now, we will scout out the surrounding areas, starting with the warehouses. We should be able to meet up with Pete’s boys near them and cart what we find back to the boat to continue repairs. We will be here for a few days at least. Perhaps a week if we can manage it and watch the river to see what the KFS will do. Perhaps they will think we sank and things will die down.

We are about 80 miles from Cairo, where the MP has friends and facilities to do a more proper repair job.

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