(The object of the game...Miss Vienna Dupree...not the smartest gal around, but her daddy is rich!!!)
(A quiet and peaceful place…The Bongolesian Township of Moonbatsia; looking in from the West. The dump is near the SW Corner of the town, next to the old Petroco Truck. The Airstrip (with C47), is located on the SE corner. The Religious Compound of the Oingo Boingo Cult, including The “Holy House” and Baptismal Swimming Pool/Cement Pond of THE Reverend Father Doctor John is prominent in this picture.)
(Thy Kingdom Come…The Mansion/Pool and the religious compound of the Oingo Boingo Cult, looking South towards the town. The Radio Truck, and the recently acquired “Bling-Bling Cars” are visible just to the East of the House)
(The Holy Rollers...a 1974 AMC Gremlin and a 1978 AMC Pacer...each one cheerfully packed with high explosives and drivers ready to go to heaven...)Turn #1: The Oingo Boingo Cult leader had the first turn and in his religious mantra he immediately sensed danger to his holy presence. He alerted his followers, and called upon his “Holy Hopper” to come from the heavens and help him ascend this place and to a new location as this one was about to get “a little too hot”…All around him, flunkies scurried with weapons and ammo. Bodonga the Apostle, the faithful bodyguard, stood nervously fingering the trigger of his weapon. The air was thick and quiet, and still in the town and beyond…but still…there was “something” happening.
The still morning air was suddenly broken as the Flock of Seagulls that were at the garbage dump, suddenly let off a loud squawk and took to the skies, leaving their rotting buffet behind them. Moments later, the thick, hot air was broken with swirling dust as Bongolesian Troops entered the board. Armored Units from the 1st and 2nd Bongolesians charged onto the field, from the West and the South. The PT-76’s of “The Fighting Jujus” were leading the assault through the slummy towns, their tracks picking up pieces of rotting garbage and carrying it and the smell with them into battle. Behind the tanks, the infantry had already deployed and were getting ready for combat, and trying to keep their breakfast in their bellies from the smell.
Meanwhile Cultist troops ran quickly from the compound and headed for the Bongo Market and the edge of town, hoping to bog the NDF troops down in an urban firefight.
To the South, the 2nd Bongolesian came ripping onto the Main Road. Led by “The Golden Lions” Tank Section armed with T34/85’s, the armor unit pulled onto the road, and started looking for targets early. The newly formed unit was eager to taste battle for the first time. Their wheeled vehicles of the battle group zipped past the tanks and turned onto the town’s “Main Street” as the drivers and troops riding inside were eager to keep out of shooting. The trucks unloaded the troops who began to deploy throughout a building. The Support Element played a quick game of “Rock, Scissors, Paper”, to see who was going to go “up top” on the building, and who got to stay down on the ground. ”Heh…Paper covers rock.” Said the mortar team leader with a smirk on his face. The HMG Team leader cussed and said “Let’s make it two outta three.”; knowing that it was too late as the mortar team was already scuttling up the stairs. The HMG leader screamed for his men to get the weapon set up. He had learned long ago that when you don’t know what you are doing, screaming at subordinates gives them the impression that you do…
(No time for lunch! Bongolesian T34/85’s of “The Golden Lions pull onto the road as their leader signals them to get moving and prepare for battle, and to ignore the “Snack Shaq” to their left tempting them with “Freshly Cooked Meat”…)
Meanwhile, to the East, the Wild Ducks Mercenaries came pouring in, and the Commander in a daring fit of either valiant bravado, or brash inanity sent the troop transport trucks running “hell for leather”, around the eastern tree line and directly towards the Holy House. The rolling firepower of a Saladin armored car, and a gun jeep section, quickly sped across the center of the board, their drivers trying to figure out what the infantry commander had been drinking to give the orders for the trucks to take off like that.
By now it was obvious to even the village drunk, that a full fledge military assault was under way. Civilians scurried to cellars or hid under furniture because of the soon to be oncoming fighting!
Even as the attackers were moving into positions, the members of the Cult, decided to start the dance early, and a Recoilless Rifle crew let loose with a round, aimed at an innocent “Drinky Drink Drink, Moo Moo “ Milk Truck. The cracking of the gun, and the shriek of the round between the adobe village buildings let everyone know that it was time to get jiggy.
The shell missed the milk truck, but the driver had wet his pants, and was now determined to get out of the danger area, deliveries be damned!
Next to the RR, An Auto cannon, had decided to join in the fun, and with shouts of “Fo’ Shizzle!”, a burst of rounds from the gun, ripped up the hard packed dirt behind the milk truck.
To the right of the mansion, a BMP commander had suddenly spit up his coffee when in one instant the open ground was now filled with “The Fighting Jujus” pouring out of a bottleneck in the slummy towns. He screamed for his gunner to fire off one of their new fangled ATGMS.
Suddenly there was a loud WHOOSH, and a puff of smoke, as the rocket left the tube, taking the commanders hat with it, (he had a bad habit of hanging it on the ATGM tube so it wouldn’t get dirty). Both the missile and the hat went speeding towards the PT76s, and then the missile plowed into the ground in a bare miss. The commander screamed for the loader to reload quickly, as the PT76’s were turning their guns towards them. Strangely enough, the commander had forgotten about the driver who was still snug asleep in his driver’s compartment.
The Bongolesians had suddenly realized the threat and responded quickly. “The Golden Lions” tank section leader gave a quick fire command and the gunner let off a wild round that dropped just short of the BMP. The ripping up of the ground, woke the BMP driver who suddenly realized that even though he had to go to the bathroom, with all the shooting outside…he could wait.
The PT76’s then joined into the fray, as the main guns spit fire towards the BMP. A loud “PING!” was heard as a tank round hit and glanced off of the side of the BMP, pinning it. Inside the crew was screaming and the driver wet his pants.
The Mercenaries had decided to join into the fray and the armored car let loose with its gun towards some troops on top of a building. The explosion pinned them and kept them from using their RPG’s on the Merc’s vehicles.
(End of Turn 1 shows the Mercenary Trucks on their mad dash around the end. The cult troops are moving across the open ground. The Bongolesian Tanks are moving towards the Holy House in the upper sections of the photo.)
TURN #2:
THE Reverend Father Doctor John suddenly “felt” the need to get him, Miss Dupree and his bodyguard off of the balcony of the Holy House, as there were people shooting out there, and someone could get hurt, (namely him).
From around the compound, vehicles started moving. A technical pulling a ZPU 4, started moving towards the side where the BMP was currently pinned. Cult troops pushed across open ground to the edge of town.
Suddenly the fighting was highlighted by the Cherry Red and Banana Yellow colors of a 1974 Gremlin and a 1978 AMC Pacer zipping off (as much as those type of cars could zip), and headed for the trucks carrying the mercenaries.
Meanwhile, the PT76’s had stopped and were zeroing their guns in on the BMP…”Judging by the loudness of their screaming, I would guess under 500 meters.”; said the lead tanks gunner to the tank commander.
Behind him, a section of the infantry and the MG jeep zipped down the small road through the slummies, and moved towards an old red truck.
“Hey look! A Studebaker!”; one of the infantry said. Suddenly movement from the woods beyond alerted them to Cultists. It was about to get even nastier in the slums.
The 2nd Bongolesian pushed hard down the road, with tank #3 in haste, knocking down an advertising sign for Bongo-Cola and covering the smiling picture of “Miss Bongolesia” in dirt. Collateral damage would be overlooked in this operation.
(OOPS! Sorry about that! Tank #3 takes out a “Bongo Cola billboard” as the vehicles move into position…)
The mercenaries saw the Holy Rollers. “CRIKEY! CAR BOMBERS!!!” screamed one of the mercs. The trucks screeched to a halt. “Everybody off, NOW!!!” The troops deployed and suddenly found themselves under fire from Cultists from atop a building and a small band that had come out of the woods and were now on the extreme left flank.
Just as the 2nd Bongolesian HMG team leader was getting over losing again at “Rocks, Scissors, Paper.”, the RR from the Cultist ripped a round into his team. The explosion killed his men and the last thing that he thought of was “He cheats at Rock, Scissors, Paper…” before he bled to death.
The PT76’s opened up once again on the BMP, and pinned it. Making the crew scream louder. From inside the BMP a new aroma was added as the loader stopped screaming and started shaking his leg.
The technical pulling the ZPU4 backed in next to the BMP, which was started to look haggard from the rounds bouncing off of it. “Boy, I’m glad I’m not in THAT thing.”; the ZPU gunner thought to himself, before he found himself cowering for cover and pinned by fire from a PT76. The Fighting Juju’s were intent on showing the cult “who was boss”, when suddenly the turret from the third PT76 made a sudden right turn and fired at the back of the HMG jeep for 2nd Bongolesian Armored! The round barely missed, and the jeep was covered in dirt falling back to earth from the explosion. Could a sudden defection be in the air, from a tank crew?…
Suddenly the hatch to the tank opened up. The TC popped his head up, and smiled “Sorry ‘bout dat.”; and then closed the hatch again. The turret swung back to the direction of the cult.
“If I didn’t know bettuh, I’d say he was angry at you.” Said the driver of the jeep to the gunner, who was busy brushing dirt off of himself.
(With the remains of the ATGM from the BMP smoking on the ground, the PT76’s of “The Fighting Jujus”, start seeking targets,…right now, anyone will do…notice the infantry in the back, bringing up the rear…)
Meanwhile the T34’s of “The Golden Lions” were firing towards the BMP, and troops on the roof of the Holy House, pinning them, and buying time for the infantry to get fully deployed.
Things were moving hot and fast on the side of the mercenaries as the Saladin Armored Car pulled up into a new position and decided to end the glory charge of the AMC motor company. A direct hit from the armored cars main gun, blew the explosives and had it not been for gravity, it would be the first AMC Pacer on the moon. The explosion, set off a collateral series of explosions that then detonated the Gremlin, and sent the driver screaming into the afterlife, nearby and just behind the two Holy Rollers, was The Reverends 2007 Chrysler 300cc, in gold plate and a school bus used as a troop transport. The explosion destroyed the new Chrysler, but the bus made it through with a few broken windows and a leaky radiator.
(A hot time in the old town tonight!: Cultists with a LMG team move towards the Bongo Market and the town determined to slow down the NDF troops. Note: The Abba Poster was not harmed during the battle…)
(15 MPG and a hatchback full of explosives!…The Gremlin and the Pacer start their run towards destiny, their drivers determined to take out the Mercenary Trucks.) (GO GO GO!!!!…Mercenaries deploy for combat past a pinned Cult Squad. Ahead of the first truck are the Holy Rollers speeding towards them!”
(All glory is fleeting…the explosion of the Gremlin in turn takes out the Pacer and the Chrysler. The bus, strangely enough survives the destructive turmoil.) .JPG)
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Up close and personal....JPG)
"The gangs all here...".JPG)
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Protecting our sky from things that fly....JPG)
Reach out and touch someone...
(A clean desk in this picture, as opposed to the previous post...and don't forget to salute the flag!)
(Can I do it? It's gonna be a furious attempt to do so!)
(And last but not least, the Pavehawk I have to build.)
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Hmmm..looks like it's 'Garbage Day"...
