Landing
Deployed as Alpha Squad Lead
So, Landing was a bit of a cluster. We set off, only to come under a continuous barrage of RPG-32 HE rounds as they rained down from the heavens above. Our vic was slightly dinged, but one thing we could not have predicted when we set off was an underwater rock on the exact stretch of shoreline we were aimed at. It popped all our tires, the vic commander shouted for us to debus, and I promptly got downed by an explosion, then run over by the wheel-less IFV as it backed away from the obstruction. As in, no tires. As in, rim through neck.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Carson, we regret to inform you that your son was decapitated by the vehicle that was to provide fire support for his squad..."
Bees
Deployed as Platoon Commander
It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out deal. Sniper Team finds the tanks, Alpha blows them up, Bravo provides security whilst Alpha blows them up.
"Supposed to be."
Squirrels
Deployed as FIA (DefendFor) Alpha 2 AR
So this mission is an exercise in asymmetry. FIA and AAF have different strengths and weaknesses: FIA has plenty of
cannon fodder brave revolutionaries with which to fight from a fantastic urban environment, but AAF's extremely dangerous Gorgons will absolutely chew up the rebels if a force-on-force engagement ensues. What's more, FIA is more fragile, with a defeat happening at 80% casualties while an AAF defeat requires 100% losses. Put simply: AAF wants to force an engagement with part of FIA at a time, obliterating the rebels in detail whilst keeping their Gorgons away from any close-in terrain that could hide a rebel missile team. FIA, on the other hand, wants to draw AAF in for a close-range knife-fight where well-coordinated FIA teams can surround and overwhelm the oppressor's precious few men and materiel.
This time, things worked out to FIA's favor.
As Alpha 1 distracted the AAF attackers by presenting them with juicy, juicy targets, Alpha 2 filtered through the town to lay an ambush in the streets. We passed through back alleys and abandoned living rooms and kitchens until the roar of an AAF IFV's engine filled our ears from half-a-block away. Then we sprang our trap. Me and the other AR hammered rounds out to get their attention, and our sweet, sweet RAT found the perfect window down an alleyway to slam an RPG-32 into the Gorgon's side. The government vehicle brewed up beautifully, and we set about fending off a close assault by IndFor's now enraged survivors. It started with a point-blank murderization by myself as AAF's Fireteam Leader turned the corner on me.
Before the grenades could fly, I dashed away to the next building back, only for two more AAF soldiers to come to their leader's belated rescue. I heard their footsteps, spun in place, then ripped one of them to shreds as he crossed the doorway. The other ducked back behind the frame before my tracers could intercept his skull, but I was already moving before the grenade came out of his pocket. Out and around the side of the house, and I caught the guy from behind as he made ready to turn into the doorway again. His buddy behind him ate a few rounds, but I don't think I downed him at this point, and I didn't stick around long enough to find out. Finally, I dashed down the nearby alleyway to see if they would come out onto the main road to avoid the flurry of death around the back alleys, but I was downed by another sneaky AAF across the street.
After some smoke, my FTL dragged me back to my feet, and I took position in a house, neatly transfixing the heads of two more dudes with bullets before the call went out, "Hey, I think that's Alpha 1!" I stopped firing, but the deed was already done, and two dudes were dead and out of sight. Saddened that I seemed to have ended the lives of my brothers in arms, I followed my team to maneuver on the last few contacts remaining while A1 cleared out the compound to our north. On the street corner, I saw a gun barrel poking out from behind the porch of a house, and after verifying that no friendly contacts were near that corner, I let loose and poured an entire box of bullets into the porch. "He's dead!" came the call halfway through the 200-round belt (one of my teammates had a better angle on him), but I figured it wouldn't hurt to make absolutely sure that the enemy's friends got the message too. Hence the entire box.
Victory was declared soon thereafter and I checked the score screen with saddened visage...
...Only to see nothing but enemy kills on my list. Five of them. Five, sweet, beautiful kills all to myself.

~ Ferrard