'Nam roleplay

[wolfman11243]

Jamie Wolf was sitting in the slightly rocking huey as it was creeping above the rainforest of Vietnam. His head was full of images. His mother crying and telling him to look after himself, his father tapping him on the shoulder, the house dissapearing in a cloud of dust, the first days at Parris Island, his letters home... A strong jolt pulled him from his memories. Rain was tumbling on the sides of the helicopter. Everyone else in the passenger section looked listless and exhausted. The wounded were making him sick, the war was making him sick, the smell of blood and sweat made him sick. Jaime had it. days and days of doing the same thing. Pick up the wounded, pack 'em into the chopper and fly them ro the nearest M.A.S.H. unit. Every time some poor soldier or civilian was hauled aboard their chopper he would look at their wounds and say "Now i've seen everything". But he didn't. Far from that, he would see a lot more then "everything". Another shudder tore him from his thoughts. Slowly raising his M-16 he reloaded it. 16 kills he had. 16 souls were sent to the far beyond by Jaime Wolf, their judge, jury and executioner. He was to deeply into his toughts to realize that they weren't too far from Bai Lan and it's hospital. The helicopter landed on the dirt helipad slowly and safely. Teams of medical staff came running to the pad. The wounded were put on jeeps and the chopper took off. Jaime was standing on the helipad as his tail and ears were ruffled by the wind created from the rotor. Slowly he walked over to his tent placing his rifle on his shoulders. The tent door swung open. Jaime's fur and clothes were drenched with water.

"Goddamn 'Nam rain! Every day it's the same thing!" He uttered as he removed his jacket only to find out that his shirt was wet as well.

As he was putting on a clean shirt he heard his tent roomie Hornster waking up. "Whozzit?" he yawned.

"it's me. No need to get up and out of bed!" Jaime said opening himself a beer. "Wanna have a cup of coffe? It'll warm me up and give you the jolt you need to continue being awake for the rest of the day."

[serpington]

"dam tower duty." max stood in the tower rain dripping through the roof. he looked through the scope of his rifle, hoping that he wasn't the one on duty when Charlie decided to come knocking. "hay Dave, how much longer till i can get outta here?" "in about five!." called a tall dog standing in the tower on the other side of the gate. "and by the way when we get back i call first shower." "you gotta get there first." said the lizard shouldering his rifle as a helicopter full of injured troops flew overhead. "poor saps, lucky we're not in there." he said looking up at the chopper.

a few minutes later the two were laughing and running through the camp towards their tent, they both got there simultaneously, now covered in mud from when they had tripped each other over on the way. they were still laughing when they started to get ready for a shower when they saw a guy they hadn't seen around much in his tent for a change. max, still happy as ever, called across to the strangers roommate who he and Dave had met before.  "hay hornster! not another late one? and who's the roomie?"

[wolfman11243]

"Guys, this is Jaime. He's the one who wanted out of that officers tent." said Hornster "Beats me why. They get more nurses!"

"Nah, they don't" replied Jaime "That's just a myth. Those guys are stuck up army assholes. Believe you me, every morning I had to go trough an inspection! IN MY OWN TENT!"

"Is it just me or are you stressed out?" Max asked

"I've been running chopper duty for two days now. Of course i'm stressed! Plus, every day it's raining! Arrgh, I can't take it anymore!" Jaime said as his head hit the pillow on his bunk

"Well have fun you guys!" said Dave "I'm having a...phyisical with a nurse in about 10 mins."

Dave ran out. Hornster pulled in an old table and threw some old playing cards on it.

"Anyone for a game of poker?"

[serpington]

"yea I'll play. and as for the rain your in luck, the rainy season if supposed to end by the end of the week." max smiled walking across the gap between the tents, using his shirt at an umbrella before throwing it back into his tent. "so whats the game?"

Dave rounded a corner and walked into the deserted shower block. he walked in and started to shower when another soldier walked in. "oh sorry, i thought it was empty." the young cat started to walk away when Dave grabbed him by the shoulder. "come on in. theres no reason we both cant use this room" (the room is a good 20m X 20m tent with round pillars that have shower heads on the top.) he walked back to his spot and turned away so the kid wouldn't get self-consious.

((not to offend you or anything but when it comes to someone Else's characters, it's considered polite to ask first. I'm not to worried this time cos apart from the wording you did end up going along with what i would've done. but could just keep that in mind, trust me not everyone is as lackie Daisie as i tend to be about being polite and getting respect."))

[wolfman11243]

The tension in the tent was at peak hight. Jaime's eyes were going over his cards like typewriters in the times building. Max on the other hand seemed perfectly relaxed. Hornster was (as usual) completely out of it.

"C'mon you show first" Jaime said while kicking Hornster awake "And you'll get kicked onto the floor if you keep falling asleep"

"Poker aces" exclamed Hornster calmly "Read 'em and weep"

"That was half an hour ago, You'll play again next pot." Jaime responded "All right wise lizard man, your turn!"

((sry if I did anything to your carachters, i'm relatively new at this. I seriously didn't think that historic roleplay would catch on!))

[serpington]

max looked at his cards calmly. "full house, jack high." he said throwing his cards down onto the table gently showing the three jacks and pair fives. "and you?" he continued watching Jamie smiling when a voice came over the speaker system."requesting bravo company and chopper crew to main command, repeat bravo and chopper crew to command." "sounds like we have somewhere to be." he sighed getting up and running back over to his tent to grab his rifle. "come on, you can tell me who won on the way."

((i decided that if we're in  Nam e might as well go out on a 'routine' sweeper mission oh and quick question. have you ever played 'shellshock, Nam 67' its a pretty cool game about the war.))

[wolfman11243]

Jaime was struck by the rain and wind as he was running to tthe helipad. M16 at the ready he jumped into the open passenger compartment of the Huey. Hornster was already settled at the M60 with safety off. The noise of the rain combined with the rotor made one hell of a racket.

"Let's rock and roll!" he said while placing the belt of 7.62x17mm rounds into the chamber of the M60

"Baseplate 1 this is bird two we are green on helipad 3 waiting for Tango Charlie, over" said the pilot into the radio "How bout a bit of mood music, huh?"

Surfin' Bird started blasting out of the PA sistem in the chopper. Hornster was as cool as a winter breeze despite the loud horror that was unfolding around him. Even tough Jaime couldn't see anything but he anyway shouldered his m16 and put the safety off. The Huey dusted off. Base camp was getting smaller and smaller. Soon they would be unleashing hell upon unsuspecting VC troops.

"You ready lizard man?" asked Hornster

[serpington]

"ain't i always? lets go mess with these mind f**kers. and did you hear about the last group they sent out? pungi traps messed 'em up good." "just keep your eyes peeled for RPG's, i don't feel like  that kind of landing today." said Dave called from across the chopper to the others including the cherry from earlier. "hey Dave, you gonna introduce your friend, or you keeping him to yourself." max joked moving over to the kid. "I'm max every one calls me spyper,, that's jack or spartan and Dix also known as meat puppet, there with us and those two are Jamie and hornster. welcome to bravo." he said pointing over to a leopard and tiger before pointing over to Jamie and hornster. "I'm mike, but everyone in training called me ticker. i specialise in defusing traps." "good to know, to bad we have to find than first." laughed Dix the tiger. "so wheres sarge? he never told us why we're out here. called jack looking out the door at the ground below. "he's in the other chopper, he, Freddy and Jason are going to meet us at touch down."

((yep, eight man squad. if you want when we touch down you can controle the three from the other chopper. it's up to you.))

[wolfman11243]

They were about 10 km from the LZ when it happened. The Huey was above a large clearing approx. 1 sq. km. in size. Dix spotted some movement in the fields first. about 5 seconds later utter hell broke loose. Bullets were screaming everywhere almost in perfect rythm with the rain. Hornster was eratically spraying bullets everywhere and at anything that showed even the slightest intention of moving. Dix and Max were busy trying to defent the left side of the chopper while Jaime was busy unjamming his M16.

"Baseplate, this is bird two. We are under heavy fire, i repeat we are under some heavy fire, do you copy, over?!" screamed the pilot into the radio. Some stray bullet hit the glass on the control panel. A bullet hit one of the rear fins and completely broke it off. Hornster was screaming something in the fashon of "Get sum!" while Jaime's thoughts wandered from saving his rifle to saving his own tail. Max and Dix were almost out of ammo.

Finally the pilot pulled the chopper from the edge of oblivion. They sped away.

"Well you guys, you have to remember one rule." said Hornster amazingly calm. He didn't notice that one of his antlers was slightly broken. "Anyone who runs is a VC, and anyone who stands still is a well disciplined VC!"


"Max, are you okay man?" asked Jaime "That was pretty intense back there!"

((To clear out species questions, Hornster is a deer, Jaime is a wolf. I know max is a lizard and that Dave is a dog.))

[serpington]

"yea I'm fine, every one good?" "we are....our ride not so much." Dave said looking out the door to see all the damage. "good to go, just need ammo." "looks like tickers a little shaken but other than that nothing here." "where did the other chopper go?" all of bravo suddenly looked up and back just in time to see the helicopter hit the ground and break in half while rolling end over end before landing upside down in the long grass. "we have to go back for them!" "we cant it's way to dangerous!" "they would go back for you!!!" "your call Dave?" "the question is.....do you two feel like joining us on a suicide mission for our boss? he said turning towards Jamie and hornster.

[wolfman11243]

"Let's do this" said Jaime "I never liked our sarge, but we leave no man behind!" He then angrily Picked up his broken M16 and took a deep breath. The 20 round mag slid in with ease. A loud click indicated that the gun was indeed cocked and locked. With a single strong and determined pull Jaime unjammed the rifle. A split shell fell from the chopper and hit the ground.

"Hornster man, you better have some more ammo. Those g**k SOB's are gonna cash in their chips!" he said while the chopper made a wobbly right turn.

"That's the way i like my teammates!" said Hornster "Let's rock and roll!"

Jaime handed some ammo to Max and Dix "Last mags" he said "Make 'em count!"

[serpington]

"will do." "now lets save our boss before he finds out we were considering otherwise." Dix laughed taking the ammo "pilot, put us down here, we'll go in on foot, jack and hornster stay in the chopper and give us what cover you can." "looks like another beautiful day in the wonderful sunny Nam, hay gunny? (gunny is Dave's nickname)" "stow it smart a*s"

((what are your characters nicknames for the war?))

[wolfman11243]

Jaime jumped out. The rest of the team followed. He slowly shouldered his M16 and put the safety off. The whole gun was drenched in thick mud and water due to the rain and hard landing. Jaime and the team knew that their guns would jam and become useless quickly due to the moist climate and the rains.

"We are sky king and you are fist bravo, over" said the pilot over the radio. "Copy that" replied Jaime "We are Oscar Mike Wiskey and en route to Bugbear, over and out"

The team moved cautiously to the clearing. Gunshots were echoing in the distance. Water was dripping off the trees and landing in the numerous puddles and temporary water holes with a loud spludge. Besides that the only sound was the teams footsteps and occasional flies. The gunshots grew louder.

"Small arms fire." whispered Dix "Charlie ain't got 'em yet!"

"Quiet everyone, Charlies are sneaky bastards" said Gunny "Hand signals only from now on!"

Jame signalled to Max "Point man" and then he signalled "Two guys, silent only"

((Jaime=Joker and Hornster is already a nick name because of his large horns.))

[Armalite_]

Crowe opened his eyes and looked up. He saw the chopper hit the ground in the valley clearing across the field from his position. The rain splattered against the ground and both he and Styx were drenched. They had been left behind in Daa' Nang and had been walking for the past 2 days towards camp. "Damn." He looked back at the rattlesnake who only nodded upward in gesture. Crowe clicked on the radio but only got static. "They're no use, Crowe, it's fried. We NEED to get back to base." Styx said from behind him. Crowe looked at the radio then at the chopper. "We're going to check it out." The fox said boldly. Styx nodded back and signalled he would follow at his 6. The two of them raised their M60's while advancing toward the crash site quickly and quietly through the field. The fox suddenly stopped and Styx was quick to do the same. Crowe's ear twitched. Gunfire echoed in the distance.

Suddenly, gunshots tore up the ground around the two soldiers. "CONTACT TO THE WEST!!!" Crowe yelled. A bullet caught Styx in the shoulder causing him to scream and fall to the mud in pain. Crowe was quick to return fire into the forest where he thought the gunfire had came from. All he saw were dozens of muzzle flashes sending mud and grass high into the air around his position. "C'mon Styx! I got you!" He said, grabbing hold of the snake with his left hand while dragging him towards the chopper and firing the machine gun with his right. A bullet ripped through Crowe's left leg as he yelled in pain and dropped to the floor.

[wolfman11243]

Max silently approached the two VC's. Sweat was running down his neck and onto his shirt. He could hear his heart beating. He slowly raised his knife. Time seemed almost slowed. His thin lizard eyes were flashing at the thought of death.

One of the VC's suddenly moved his right ear. He heard something. It was now or never for Max. He had about two seconds to respond. The VC's tail started turning. Max swapped the knife to a stab and pull position. He jumped. The knife landed right above the VC's right lung. With a loud and bloody rip the knife slashed the fur and skin open. The VC screamed in the instant, almost burning agony. Small drops of blood were almost silently falling all over Max's shirt and dogtags. Blood was gushing from the VC's deep cut. With a second, perfectly timed strike, Max pulled the knife out of the first VC. The knife flashed again, but this time in the direction of the second VC. Stainless stell teeth ripped trough the temple of the second VC. He hit hard but he missed the killing spot. Instead the knife went trough the other VC's eye. The VC was on his knees and screaming. Blood was gushing from his disfigured eyeball. An almost endless river of blood and bone was pouring over the wet earth of Vietnam. Max pulled the knife from the VC's eye. In a flash, he turned the knife downwards. The VC screamed once again as Max ripped his back open. The VC was coffing and belching out bits of bone, organs and blood. In his death rattle he managed to squeal out three words:

"Kill...me, please"

Max pulled out his Colt M1911. He pulled the cock. He felt nothing as he put the gun to the VC's head. He felt nothing as he pulled the trigger. Blood and brain covered the gun. It was finished. The VC's were dead.

Max had commited the worst crime of all. He killed a man. This kill was different. It was cold. It was close. It was personal. But there were three casualties to this battle.
Max's humanity died that day. He became what the army wanted him to become all along. He became a murderer.

Max fell to his knees. It started raining again. He looked to the sky in desperation. It felt like he was all alone. 11000 kilometers from home. In a country that had no connection to his own, that was full of strangers who's language he didn't speak.

"War is hell" he uttered.