Asteroid Blues

Hey Guys, here is a battlereport written by a friend of mine. He Plays USA and i Corregidor.
We played on my Corregidor Base table. In Middle-West-Germany you can play on the Table hen you visit a tournament of Mosch/Moschersocken or at the next furor Teutonicus Satelite. the table is known as the “Arschloch-Tisch” – “Asshole-Table”, because our famous german youtube warcore blindside gave this fine name to the table in o 12 forum, but i still like him (the table).

We didnt plan to write a report, but Uwe still did it 😉 so we don´t have may pics and stuff like this,

so if you want to know how it feels to get fucked by the fist of corregidor, read this 😉

“The Trap
Marauders of the 5307th ranger unit are spit polished order obeying troops.
But today they were dirty tired and hungry. They had been planning on attacking the enemy FOB for days. Every step, all the drugs consumed and every hole in the security of the enemy had been written down and taken into account for the assault on the so called corregidor base, or so they thought. Blackbeard the patrol leader of the marauder heavy hitting three man attack force had ordered in some grunts fresh out of training to give them cover, nothing they would need but blackbeard had learned his lessons the hard way and he wouldn’t be underestimating the enemy on this attack. The grunt team had taken overlooking defensive positions on a ridgeline overviewing the enemy territory and with them was a new girl. A shy girl who grew up hunting her meals day in and day out. During training someone up the hierarchy noticed her shooting abilities and send her straight to sniper school where she graduated with flying colors. The five men defensive unit had only one purpose to keep this girl alive so she could do her job and damn was she good at it. At least during training hitting cardboard. But that wasn’t all, blackbeard wanted this mission to go right and easy and people up the ladder had given him a blank check and all the assets he requested. So he had made some calls to persons who didn’t exist to ask for ghosts. In his 20 or so years with the regiment been on what felt a million deployments he had actually never seen one but he knew they existed and he knew they were somewhere here… The Foxtrots and hardcases. Some say they are the masters of camouflage been able to hide in plain sight without the use of modern technology like odds or to camouflage,no they did it the old way collecting things from their surroundings and adding them to their gear. It was more craft and arts and some of the kids back home made fun of them but this crafts and arts kept them alive and the enemy dead. The ghost on this mission had a pretty easy task. To keep a steady eye on the enemy movement, protect the flanks from deep inside enemy territory and if necessary to press the button on their laser targeting devices better known as soflams an old version which had seen combat for almost a century it was cavemen technology in this day and age but it got the job done. It brought hell upon anything by directing artillery right into the bloody face of anyone who decided to do something crazy or stupid and corregidor was known for their crazy stupidity. The night before the attack a vtol had brought in two more assets a funny looking machine and his handler. They were at the back hoping no to see action but ready to destroy everything with their missiles. Ariadna called this devices tractors and this one was a mean bitch outfitted with a katyusha medium rocket launcher and loaded with double action warheads. Nobody would want to be on the receiving end of this apparatus responsible for her was mark a 20 something old recruit who probably had never fired his gun since indoctrination but he could work wonders with a wrench , a hammer and some duct tape. Blackbeard was sure they would strike quick and dirty and be back home, wherever home was during deployment, within the hour of getting the go at this anarchy loving bastards.

The attack
Assume defensive positions let’s go was the first order during the start of the combat that blackbeard had shouted into his comms. This wasn’t a good start they had all heard the gunshots from deep within enemy territory. Alarms went off on all the compound and spotlights lighted up the battlefield. Their cover was blown the enemy knew they were here. But how why ? Did the Foxtrots had fucked up their camouflage? No, according to the mental map of blackbeard they should be deployed further back from where the gunshots came. He opened up a satellite image taken just moments before all hell broke lose
and there he saw it… a grunt he didn’t knew who or why but there was a Rambo style grunt taking
position right in front of the enemy. He was so close they probably could even smell the stench coming
out of his body. What the fuck was he trying to do there? This was a carefully planned assault on the
enemies main base outside of their controlled territory. He had been spotted and killed now everyone
knew that an attack was imminent and every hobbytactician knew that the best way to stop it was a well
placed counterattack and boy was it well placed.

Immediately they had eyes on the forces hunkered down on the ridgeline and started to take them out
with well placed shots out of the concealment of smoke. Poor bastards they didn’t even stand a chance.
The smoke was so thick noone saw the shots coming. Immediately the enemy moved into a better
position and rendered the whole marauder team combat ineffective. The Foxtrots and the one hardcase
broke radio silence just to announce combat ineffectiveness since more than one troop had eyes on their
position they hadn’t been discovered but every movement would have been a certain first class ticket to
death.

Blackbeard contacted mainbase and wanted to organize a hasty extraction out of here but the air
defenses of the enemy were up and running and the vtol would have never made it in in the first place.
After what felt as a small eternity they heard radio chatter followed by the chopping of air. And then
they saw it a small air transport vehicle almost kissing the ground to stay away of the enemy fire land
just inside the enemy base. Blackbeard immediately knew who it was and seeing him this early in the OP
made it clear how fucked up their situation was.

Van Zant he probably was the oldest guy in the whole army and he didn’t kill for money or tuitions or to
see visit and learn other planets and their traditions. He did it because it was the best thing he could do
and he had fun doing it. Hell blackbeard could bet that he would still be going even if they stopped
sending him or his family a paycheck. He really enjoyed the smell and sounds of death and was willing to
hand out first class tickets to pay mr death a visit. Immediately the tables turned instead of trying to help
his fellow soldiers to win the battle he focused on the mission ignoring the gunshots and the enemies
pointing their guns at him he ran to the nearest enemy troop and started working on it like a surgeon
after he was done there was nothing left of the enemy drone and two of the main objectives were
fulfilled. Just then he realized his dizziness and the pain coming from his leg. He had been hit hard the
bullet probably even hit a main artery but that wouldn’t take him out of action hell he had killed a whole
army before and been shot several times in the past but he knew this one was bad and he had to make a
decision either he applied some hasty first aid on his wound and laid low to wait for rescue or he ignore
the wound and died taking some of the bastards with him. Well the decision was taken from him. The
radio cracked and he heard blackbeard’s voice requesting unguided artillery on a position not far from
himself a classic danger close situation. Blackbeard was up to his chin sinking in the shit and van zant
decided to try to take out as many bastards as possible before his loss of blood took him to see his
creator. Man was he ready to meet that pitchfork dwelling red motherfucker everybody called satan. But
it was too late two more shots at him and he was history. Van zant down was the last thing blackbeard
heard while climbing up the ladders of two stolen containers probably full with some random narcotics.
He took aim and made his shot. He killed that crazy bastard shooting through smoke causing so many
deaths in his team. But what he hadn’t noticed was the drone just to his left quickly displacing into a new
position to try to take him out. Bad fieldcraft he thought bad fieldcraft. It was the first and most probably
the last time he let his emotions take control over him. And then he felt it the explosions inside his body
blackbeard was down. His teammates knew there was nothing they could do for him so left him there to
die and started to protect their flanks trying to at least hinder the enemy in fulfilling their part of the
mission. But deep inside they all knew that everything had gone south and shit was flying everywhere. It
was time to advance in another direction or like the civis would call it it was time to get the fuck out of
here. Finally the order to get to the evac site came through and after getting rid of all the gear that
would slow a soldier down running for his life and planting explosives on the material being left behind
an engineer and two marauders made it back. Sitting in the back of the craft was still a airborne ranger
unit waiting to get his go at the mission but the order never came through too many casualties had
already been made. No need to sacrifice more lifes to this lost cause.

Back at the hq onboard the amphibious carrier invincible a small memorial was held for all the soldiers
who lost their life during the operation and a small coffin released into the cold dark space to roam
around there and remind everyone at what cost freedom comes.”

Thanks to Uwe (i still wonder, why he forgot to write about the things McMörder did :D)