After Action Report: May 28/29, 2012.

[izmak 53]

My report on some of the fun and games that 12 of us from the Pandemic Legion community had yesterday evening. Cross-posted the writeup from our own Community forums:

Logged in just west of the NW Airfield in the dark, NVGs enabled. Realised that the Server had eaten my STANAG SD Mag that was only missing 2 bullets when I'd logged in, and the only ammunition that I now had was 2(!) M1911 Bullets (not Mags).

The rest of the PL Team were way down in the south of the map, causing mischief and tears around Cherno, but it was evident from listening to them that they were low on ammo and food - and would be extracting themselves shortly.

Sure enough, as soon as Max_Butched had logged in - he flew the Helicopter down to Cherno and extracted the guys from the rooftop. Next destination: North-West Airfield.

As I was already in the locale, I simply headed East, infiltrating the outer perimeter of the airfield. All looked quiet, and the faint hum of the helicopter grew louder as it approached from the air. A couple of shots rang out across the far side of the runway. Whilst not in the immediate vicinity, it was enough of a warning to wake me up and relocate. A confrontation when you only have 2 rounds of pistol ammunition is not a good thing.

A couple more shots rang out, as it became evident the guys on the ground were shooting not at me, but rather at the beast that was patrolling the skies. Intermittent silence was altogether shattered by the sound of the M240 on the Chopper lighting up the woodland, and the flash of the blinding searchlight being swept over the hangers.

I surveyed the area. SouthWest barracks was but a couple of hundred yards away. Zombie count? Overwhelming. I fumbled through my inventory, finding a smoke grenade. Clutching it tighly, I sprinted towards the barracks. Dashing inside as a horde of zombies realised I was nearby, I threw the smoke grenade over towards the gate, and watched as almost all of the zombies de-aggressed. Pulling out my pistol, I finished the last two off with swift shots to the head.

Ammunition Count: 0. Fuck.

Scouting through the barracks, whilst sporadic fire still echoed across the runway - 2 AKMs, 6 Mags, and a whole bunch of shit. No SD Ammunition.

Closing the door, and covering it with my pistol, I requested a plan of action from the eyes in the sky.

The helicopter had actually dropped a friendly in the vicinity, and lordsilence was now infiltrating the SouthWest barrack area. More shots rang out, this time much closer. Turning to the window overlooking the runway - I saw a shadowy outline not more than 3-400 yards away. A second outline appeared, sprinting in the direction of the barracks - followed by a horde of zombies.

Dropping my M4 SD CCO, I reached for the AKM on the floor next to me. A loud gun is, afterall, better than a gun with no ammunition.

The survivor ran past the entrance of the barracks, too quickly for me to get my gun on him, and disappeared into the woods. More shots rang out, and the horde of zombies was now 15-20 large.

A third shot rang out, this time behind me followed by 'tango down' over the radio. One down, fuck knows how many more may be out there though.

Fourth shot, I look back to where the survivor had ran, and I can see him - just 400 yards away through the woods. Racing out of the barracks, I adjust the range on the AKM, and fire two shots of my own.

The first penetrates his shoulder, shattering his collarbone. As his body started to fall, the second pierced him right through the cheek.

The zombies at this point turned their attention to their new found hostile. 'lordsilence - quick! Fall back!'. We both fell back into the barracks, taking turns to clear the large zombie horde as they tried to force their way through the building.

'Tango down'. Third bandit down, this time on the runway, mercilessly slaughtered as he tried to escape by the business end of the Huey's M240 Machine Gun.

Setting the helicopter down next to the barracks, the squad started looting the corpses of our now-dead foes. Whoever invented the term 'Secure the Area' obviously never considered the rabble that is Pandemic Legion, and it was at this point that a zombie spawned, clubbing me in the head through the wall and knocking me out.

Coming too, I see Timberfox blood transfusing me, when the silence is suddenly broken.

'Any friendlies in the rear barracks room?'

Silence.

'ANSWER NOW OR I WILL FIRE'

Silence.

Two additional shots pierced the darkness, as a Bandit who had just spawned in at the barracks keeled over clutching his chest.

I moved down the barracks to check the corpse. One Mag of STANAG SD! I picked back up my M4 SD CCO, happily placing the new Magazine in the chamber.

Organisation at this point was a shambles. No perimeter, no security. It was hardly surprising when, 5 minutes later - two additional shots fired out of the darkness, followed by both Max_Butched and lordsilence crying out 'I'm down, I'm down, I've been hit', before both of their radios went silent.

The foe was quickly located, and dispatched - and one of the remaining guys took the helicopter back down to collect them from the Coastline.

What began then was a long process of checking every nook and cranny in the barracks for every item possible. An ammo crate was found, which to my joy contained 20 Mags of STANAG and 10 Mags of STANAG SD. More and more loot was found stashed away, and this was promptly dumped onto the ground outside the barracks for those who would need it.

This time however, we did it properly, and had 10 people spread around the Barracks, covering every angle, every nook and cranny. Defensive positions were set up using sandbags and Razorwire, and the place was - for 90 minutes, turned into an impregnable fortress.

Around 60 minutes in, a voice chimed over the radio. 'Check check, Contact spotted. CONFIRM your location if you are outside the perimeter'.

Again, silence.

'Contact spotted, 250 yards to the South by South West, behind large pine tree, crouched'.

I moved from my overwatch position around in order to flank the bandit should he try to make an escape, using the brush and trees to mask my approach.

'Permission to engage?'

'Permission granted'

Two shots from a DMR rang out over the clear, starry night. 'Bandit down'.

Checking the corpse, we realise it's one of the guys from earlier, who had made a quick run back to the airfield.

We resumed overwatch positions, and finished up our scavenging around the Barracks.

Loading back into the chopper, the voice of TomasYsidro crackled in over the radio.

'CHECK CHECK, Contacts spotted. Three, Location: South of Starry Sobor, wait - ignore. VEHICLE spotted, Three Contacts, direction - South.' The radio ended with the sound of gunfire, as Tomas opened fire.

'Get in, let's rock!'

Max took off from the airfield, helicopter full. Heading due to south with some fancy low-level maneuvering, you could see the adrenaline on the faces of the people loaded aboard, along with the gleam of the lenses of the Nightvision Goggles that, by this point - we had almost all managed to acquire.

'CONTACT SPOTTED, Left side - distance 500 meters!'

The vehicle was on the main road, just passing through a town.

'Permission to engage?'

'Granted'

The steady 'thunk thunk thunk' of the M240 started, as the helicopter banked to the left, bearing down on the hostiles.

'Bogeys are exiting the vehicle, we're taking fire', as shots struck the underside of the helicopter.

We pulled back, increasing our orbit to several hundred meters.

'Let us down there!' came the request.

'Friendly coming in from the west, DO NOT ENGAGE' broadcast Tomas, who had made good speed afte them.

Max dropped the helicopter onto the deck of a couple of seconds, allowing two of PL's Special Forces to disembark, reinforcing Tomas.

'Take us back over!'

Max swung back over the town. Vehicle was abandoned, resting alongside a building in the middle of the town. Circling around, the hostiles were quickly reacquired taking cover near the rear of a building.

Once again, the 'thunk thunk thunk' resumed, hailing red-hot steel down upon the positions.

Fire one bandit, then two bandits fell.

'Location on the third?'

'Third bandit's location is unknown, keep your eyes peeled gentlemen'.

"Third confirmed down, the corpse is here"

A shot rang out from behind the bus stop.

'I'm hit, I'm bleeding. I'm... I'll be ok!'

By this point, the three special forces units had moved into the town, and quickly located and dispatched the remaining bandit.

'Clear?'

'Clear.'

Checking the bodies for more ammunition, the three special forces hopped into the vehicle, exfiltrating right down the main road of the town, under the watchful eye of Max 'I'm a Frenchman and I never retreat' Butched and his Huey brigade.

[orbital 10]

Some story, sounds like you guys are ontop of things.

Suggestion: http://dayzmod.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=66

[izmak 53]

Didn't even spot that thread - cheers!