Monday, October 12, 2009
Operation Robin-Sage: After Action Report
DATE: 6.21. 2008
TIME: 2300 - 0800 (Sun)
As a member of the feared, respected, and not-so-enigmatic DFF, my role in Bravo team plain and simple---protect our base camp and patrol foreign invaders. Prior to the operation, I was telephoned by Warlord Artzkie urging me to come back into the mercenary life. I was at my desk job, analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of competitors from a computer. How I longed to do the same with my own eyes, ears, and warrior instincts. Who was I to refuse?
I left my mind numbing, spirit crushing desk job to take up arms once again. We inserted via makeshift armored vehicles and rapidly disembarked. Late into the night, we set up base camp, complete with cots, a makeshift generator, and a SAW nest. Lt. Hostile's Alpha team was sent out on patrol, while Lt. Gatling's Bravo team readied defensive positions back at base camp. Above the radio messages between Alpha team's Lt. and Warlord Artzkie, the sound of scavenging coyotes and forest nightlife echoed in the darkness. Visibility was limited to no more than 50 ft in every direction, with trees, undergrowth, and barricades silhouetting the soon-to-be battleground. Bloodshed was in the air.
After what seemed like hours passed, Warlord Artzkie signaled us to lock and load, readying ourselves to reinforce Alpha team, as they have encountered a unit of SOF near their first objective. At the same time, 2 members of Alpha team lost their bearings and went missing. We had lost radio contact with this father-and-son team. The suspense ensued into an unbearable urge to join our comrades and engage in glorious combat. I had my M4 rested against the inside wall of my bunker. I was ready to rock.
As I manned the SAW, I saw movement in the shadows in the distance and remembered my strict orders to verbally challenge ANYBODY. Though a non-native operative in DFF, I've operated with them long enough to issue a clear and concise verbal challenge to the would-be intruders. Silence. Again, I issued a challenge, only to be met with silence as the shadows approached closer and closer. I heard the order to open fire. Open fire I did. 2 KIA. A lump formed in my throat as I inspected the victims of my hot BB fire. It was our 2 lost Alpha team members---Recon and his son John. My bad.
Moments later, Alpha team radioed in and were returning to base camp. We held our fire as our buddies returned home. Now it was Bravo's turn to patrol. We headed out into the darkness of the wilderness, moving single file silently through the shadows. We were to harass any intruders we came across.
Minutes into our patrol, Alpha team's Lt. radioed in and reinforced us. We were informed that SOF Bravo team had gone rogue and now had 2 enemy units to encounter. With our combined strength, we continued through the forest, on alert for any enemy activity. Our pointman, armed with NVG was relieved by the Alpha Team Vno, who knew this patch of woods like the back of his hand. We had also agreed to use the same burst fire pattern, to distinguish friend from foe. I volunteered to perform rear security, sticking close to Alpha team's Blue-Six to help navigate the dense forest.
Blue-Six and I lost contact with our patrol in the forest as the sounds of enemy movement approached us. We dispersed into the shadows and took up defensive positions, each watching the other's back. We remained out of sight until the source of all the footsteps appeared in front of us. With my sights zeroed on the target, I issued the verbal challenge, only to be met with, "I'm the game moderator!"
It was none other than Lt.Col., making his way towards our base camp. We were not informed of his presence in the area. Blue-Six jumped on the radio to contact our patrol and to respond to our secret message with the same---a whistle. Blue-Six and I double-timed in the direction of our patrol and soon made contact with Lt. Hostile.
Before we could gain any sense of relief, heavy fire came from the direction of base camp. Warlord Artzkie radioed in, having all of us return to base. Apparently SOF's Alpha team had deciphered the code, allowing admittance into our base camp. They were unaware of SOF Bravo's rogue status. As the DFF had these foreign invaders perform silly, made-up cultural rituals to gain our trust, the strangest thing happened. A lone SOF Bravo team operative entered our basecamp, mish-mashing a string of code aloud. Our combined forces naturally took up arms on this intruder and Warlord Artzkie issued the orders to open fire. For a what seemed like ages, the next few minutes were Armageddon! A hail of BBs were exchanged from all sides: DFF, the now-friendly Alpha team, and the rogue Bravo team.
I hurried to the SAW position, joining a frantic SOF Alpha team operative I soon learned to be Victor. I hopped on the SAW and unleashed bursts of BBs into the darkness. Out of the shadows, a figure stood and ran in our direction. I issued the verbal challenge loudly twice. No response. I open fired. Victor went to examine the carnage. sh*t---iced an Alpha team member, uninformed of DFF's verbal challenge. Victor and I continued firing from our bunker, shooting at anything that moved. Shooting in any direction we did not hear our designated burst-pattern from.
Before the smoke could clear and allow our blood to cool off, Warlord Artzkie issued the order to cease fire. We gathered the dead and wounded. Lo and behold, we captured a surviving Bravo team operative. Immediately Warlord Artzkie had us search him and detain him. Here's where the interrogation began. To gain our trust, Warlord Artzie ordered SOF Alpha Team to secure the remnants of the rogue SOF Bravo team and return them to base camp for interrogation. As the friendly SOF team headed out, Warlord Artzkie did the unimaginable---he released the prisoner! How I longed to avenge my fallen battle brothers! Immediately after the prisoner made his way blindly through the forest, Lt. Hostile and Lt. Gatling were tasked with shadowing the prisoner.
In the distance, a firefight could be heard. SOF Alpha team has engaged SOF Bravo team. The rogue unit soon gave up arms and were led back to our base camp, unarmed, hungry, lost, and tired. We had SOF Alpha team search them one-by-one and escort them to our sacrificial grounds to await their fate. We prodded them, poked them, threw profanity and feces at them as SOF Alpha struggled to maintain humanity amongst our ranks. Warlord Artzkie had other plans for them. First, he questioned them as a unit to break them down. Afterwards, Headshot and I escorted each enlisted member of SOF Bravo into the woods, taunting and ridiculing our prisoners with offers of food and water.
Soon, he had interrogated their CO and XO individually for what seemed like days. As the sun rose in the distance, we knew it was time for the inevitable execution, DFF style. Hostile and I led our prisoners to the abandoned train tracks, where the rest of DFF formed a firing line. We removed their blind folds, gags, buttplugs, and bounds and forced them to run the gauntlet.