[vadersquest]

Here it is troops! Thanks to all the work from Cobralalala! we now have a game! Get ready as the fight is upon us real soon!!!!

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Welcome to the return of the game!

First of all I want to say that at this point, there would be no game if it were not for VadersQuest. This game had one foot in the grave and he stepped in and rallied the troops, garnered the necessary Mod support and appointed me GMD. While it is true that I designed the game, VQ gave me some important guidelines regarding what he did and didn't want in the game. All of these guidelines were for the purpose of giving you guys a fun and fair game. So, how about a round of applause and a big thanks for VadersQuest!

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Chapter 1:

baptism by fire

Prologue

August;

Lucerne, Switzerland; Corporate headquarters of Military Armaments Research Syndicate.



In the picturesque city of Lucerne, stood a monolithic tower of glass and steel, a marvel of modern architecture situated at the edge of the beautiful, ancient city, dominating it’s landscape. Built on the shore of Lake Lucerne, the M.A.R.S. corporate tower watched over the entire city of Lucerne to the west, while the eastern face offered a breathtaking view of lake Lucerne and beyond that, Mount Pilatus and the Swiss alps.

Wilhelm Brosnahan, CFO of MARS stood on the roof of the tower near the helipad. Wilhelm was a tall man in his mid forties, with dirty blonde hair and striking blue eyes. His eyes searched the sky anxiously, occasionally shifting to his watch. “Eight am”, he said to himself. He had a worried look on his face as if he was expecting a storm. A helicopter now approached from over the lake. Wilhelm had heard it long before he saw it. Not your typical executive helicopter, the CEO’s private transport was a modified Sikorsky Pave Low, the weapons systems had been removed and the fuselage was painted a dark burgundy with the M.A.R.S logo emblazoned in black letters on the side.
As the helicopter landed, the doors opened and a team of heavily armed guards got out and formed a phalanx around the helipad. Wilhelm new better then to approach the group until his guest had made his entrance. Lord James McCullen exited the Pave Low, a tall and thin but powerfully built man, wearing a finely tailored suit that looked very expensive, even from a distance.

“Lord McCullen, welcome!” Wilhelm had to scream to be heard over the noise of the whirring blades. “Ahh. Wilhelm,” McCullen placed a hand on his CFO’s shoulder and gestured for them to enter the building, he then instructed his men to stay with the helicopter. Once inside the elevator, Wilhelm composed himself for a moment then spoke “Thank you for coming sir, the entire executive board is in the conference room and they are ready to commence at your earliest convenience.”
“Thank you Wilhelm, we will be tending to business immediately, I have pressing engagements later this evening.” And then almost as an afterthought, “How are you Wilhelm, how is your family?” McCullen posed the question without warmth or caring, but as a matter of business. “My family is fine sir, everything is fine, thank you for asking.”
The elevator opened, much to the relief of Brosnahan. McCullen led the way to the massive boardroom and entered without hesitation. Everyone in the room stood briskly and welcomed their CEO in various versions of “Hello sir” and “Welcome lord McCullen”. One wall of the room was a giant window overlooking Lake Lucerne and the Swiss Alps. The CEO ignored the view and took his seat at the head of the table. “Thank you all for coming, if we may proceed, Mr. Brosnahan, what is our quarterly position?”

As the twelve men in the boardroom took their seats, Wilhelm, still standing, took a moment to open his briefcase and looked at his charts. He new them all by heart, but he was a thorough man, which is why he was chosen for the job. James McCullen was very careful about choosing his top executives, and Brosnahan was one of the best CFO’s in the world. “My lord, our total growth for the last quarter was twelve percent, a record breaking quarter if I may say so. Our largest growth sector was in our small arms division, under the stewardship of Mr. Talbot.” Wilhelm gestured to a man sitting across the table. “We now hold a majority market share in the small arms market, having recently overtaken Smith and Wesson as well as Berretta. We also lead the market in nearly every sector including anti aircraft and defensive missile systems, armored transport and personal armor.” Wilhelm knew that the word “Nearly” had not gone unnoticed by McCullen, he glanced at the man to his left “Mr. Morrison”.
Taking his cue, the Vice president of the Syndicate’s combat aircraft division, Clyde Morrison, stood up and gently cleared his throat “My lord, our combat and support aircraft manufacturing division is still losing ground. Our largest competitor is Lockheed Martin, with their U.S. and foreign contracts, they hold a majority of the market. Our second largest competitor is Dassault Aviation. Dassault, however, has been struggling financially for the last three years. There is high probability that they will soon cease to be an ongoing concern.”

James McCullen looked calmly around the room. “Tell me what we are doing to change our position in this sector,” He said smoothly. Mr. Morrison smiled, which surprised everyone in the room. “Sir, I have spoken to our liaison at the Chinese embassy, the Peoples Republic of China wants to upgrade their air force. The Chinese want an air superiority fighter that can answer the F22 and they are sparing no expense. They will be accepting bids for the contract, which will be worth Trillions.” He paused a moment for effect. “Lockheed will be out of the question, the Americans will never allow them to provide China with that kind of air power, and the Chinese are too paranoid about espionage. As for Dassault; their manufacturing plants are too outdated to produce an aircraft this advanced. Even if they could design it, they wouldn’t be able to afford building it. Which leaves only M.A.R.S., Our R&D department is already working on several designs for next generation aircraft, and our facilities are state of the art. I believe we will win this contract, after which we lead the combat aircraft sector, making us truly the largest defense contractor in the world.”

McCullen stood up and, looking directly at Morrison, said calmly “Do not fail me Morrison; I expect a full report forwarded to my office in Scotland.”
Morrison’s face went as white as a sheet “Understood my Lord.” James McCullen left the room and moments later, the sound of thundering helicopter blades could be heard above the building.













May, nine months later;

Washington D.C.; F.B.I. headquarters, J. Edgar Hoover Building.


A convoy of three armored SUVs slowly made it’s way down Pennsylvania Avenue. It was four am in the morning and there was hardly any traffic on the road. The passengers and drivers of the vehicles had made their best attempt to dress casually, but even to the untrained eye, it was obvious that they were military types.

“I hope this isn’t a waste of time Covergirl, I have better things to do than baby sit some corporate executive.” Conrad Hauser was in the lead vehicle, a well built man in his mid thirties, accompanied by a young woman of stunning beauty with platinum blonde hair.
“Duke, we wouldn’t be down here if it wasn’t important, this guy’s file was red flagged and forwarded directly to General Hawk's command.” As the convoy approached F.B.I. headquarters, the driver turned his head and spoke “Sirs, we are here.” Duke opened the door, “Keep the convoy on alert, the schematics show an exit at the back of the building, wait for us there and be ready to move,” Duke said calmly. Duke and Covergirl stepped out of the vehicle and were met by a guard who escorted them into the building.

They were met inside by a young looking field agent; he introduced himself to Duke and Covergirl. “I’m agent Isenhour.” He gave a warm, firm handshake to the man and woman standing before him. “Thank you agent, I’m Hauser, this is Krieger, what do you have for us?”
Agent Isenhour gestured for them to follow him, “Lets walk, I’ll take you to our holding facility downstairs, and I’ll brief you on the way. Our subject contacted our office through a secure channel; how he accessed our channel we don’t know. He said he had sensitive information he was willing to share in exchange for a deal.”
“What kind of deal?” asked Krieger.
“He wants a new identity, secure relocation and two million dollars cash, he made no mention of his family, even though our files show that he is married with one son, ten years old.” the agent answered.
Duke gave a look to Krieger, “Real family man, huh.” They reached the holding level and walked down the hall, stopping at a cell door. “Listen, I’m not sure why you guys were called in, but I have orders to hand him over to you at your request, so your welcome to cross examine him if you wish, but please, no rough stuff, this is F.B.I. headquarters, we have rules.”
Duke laughed, “Don’t worry Isenhour, if he doesn’t have anything we want, you can keep him.” The agent opened the door and the soldiers entered.

The room was very comfortable for a holding cell; there was a bunk in the corner and a table and four chairs in the center. The man in question was already sitting at the table, looking calm and relaxed. He was a tall man with blond hair, very well built with movie star good looks. He smiled revealed a mouth full of perfectly capped white teeth, a smile that made you think of big houses and vacations in the virgin islands. “I’m glad you could make it, thanks for coming.” he said.
Duke and Covergirl sat down without answering. There was something about this man that was familiar to duke, though he couldn’t put his finger on it. “Listen, Mr.…”
The man answered politely “Frederic.”
Duke took a breath and continued, “Frederic, unless you have something good for us, your not getting any kind of deal, so let’s cut to the chase.”
“Very well, but first, what can I call you?” Frederic asked. “You can call me Duke and my partner here is Covergirl.” Duke said. Fredric looked at the stunning woman seated next to Duke,”Code names, how quaint, very well Duke, let’s get to it shall we?”

“I am a high ranking executive with the global conglomerate, Extensive Enterprises; I specialize in international corporate law. Two months ago, Extensive enterprises purchased French manufacturing giant Dassault Aviation, surely you saw the news coverage, it was the largest purchase of a European corporation in history, at nearly twenty five Billion dollars. As part of the deal, EE will be spending nine billion dollars to retool Dassault’s manufacturing plants. Shortly after the purchase, the CEO of Dassault announced that they would be bidding on a Chinese contract worth Trillions of dollars, and with EE’s resources behind them, it is very likely that Dassault will win that bid.”

Duke listened patiently “Go on.” Frederic continued, “This announcement began a war between Extensive Enterprises and M.A.R.S. industries. The Syndicate acted swiftly, they teamed up with the Japanese Conglomerate Matsushita, even Mars doesn’t have the resources to take on a giant like EE alone. Mars and Matsushita attempted a hostile take over of Extensive Enterprises; they went after the shareholders and they were quickly crushed. Extensive Enterprises then struck back by suing Mars in international court, a battle which is currently in progress. I personally organized the case against Mars and I can tell you, it doesn’t look good for them.”

Duke understood the ramifications of this news; M.A.R.S. was headed by James McCullen, known in black market circles as “Destro”. The G.I. Joe team had long suspected that both Destro and Extensive Enterprises were somehow connected to the terrorist organization, Cobra. “Listen Fred, this is all very fascinating, but I don’t see how this is a matter of national security, so unless you have anything to add, we'll be on our way.” Duke said firmly.
Frederic Smiled grimly. “I know who you are G.I. Joe, so don’t play dumb with me, you know that James McCullen A.K.A. DESTRO, has the fourth largest and best equipped private army in the world, and your government has suspected for years that Extensive Enterprises is somehow connected to the terrorist organization Cobra, though until now, you have failed to find any evidence.” Duke and Covergirl were trying to hide their satisfaction, Frederic’s references to Destro, Cobra and G.I. Joe, meant that perhaps this was not going to be a waste of time after all. “Well, you have our attention, go on.” said Covergirl.


Fred continued, “What if I told you that Extensive enterprises is actually a front company for Cobra, and that our main purpose is to provide funding for their military and intelligence operations?”
“You have proof of this?” Covergirl asked.
“I am living proof! Besides being a corporate lawyer for Extensive Enterprises, I’m also a high ranking officer in the Crimson Guard!”
Duke had encountered elements of the Crimson guard during a raid on a Cobra facility years ago, they were die hard zealots. The few that were captured, killed themselves with cyanide capsules, struggling in vain to yell “Cobra!” with their last choking breaths. The thought of one of these guys crossing over was hard to believe. “If you’re really a Crimson guard, why would you sell out Chrome dome? I just don’t buy it.”

Fred looked down at his hands, for the first time during the interrogation, he looked tired. “Cobra took everything from me, my family, my career, even my name. At first, I did it for the money, the money was unbelievable, and then after a while, I actually started to believe all the propaganda, the ideal of the Cobra nation, a perfect society, free from sickness, poverty and impurities. All of the worlds non believers would be slaves as punishment for their arrogance, while the true believers like myself would be rewarded with a life of unimaginable beauty and power.” Fred smiled again, “It was fun back when I was a trooper, but when I became a Crimson Guard, that’s when I saw the truth of Cobra’s perfect society. Every aspect of my life was controlled, they told me where to live and how to live. My wife and son are so brainwashed with the Cobra Nation ideology that they would turn me in without hesitation if they suspected me of treason! No, I’m done, I’ve been a fool long enough, I would rather die than spend one more day living this way, my family is too brainwashed to ever leave, they can stay with Cobra!”

Duke and Covergirl glanced at each other; Covergirl spoke, “What information can you give us?”
Fred answered; “My position in the organization allows me access to sensitive information, I couldn’t copy these files, because EE keeps a tight log of all file downloads, but I can tell you this; Cobra and M.A.R.S. are at war and it’s going to get ugly. This isn’t just about lawyers and courtrooms, there will be blood. I can tell you what Cobra’s first target will be, but first, you have to honor my terms, they will know by now that I’m gone, and they will be looking for me.” With that, Fred stood at attention and placed his hands behind his back.
Duke looked at Covergirl and she nodded her head, as a top intelligence operative, she was a human lie detector and more reliable. Duke touched his come unit “This is Duke, prepare to move out immediately, we’re bringing along a passenger. Radio lift ticket and tell him to have the bird ready to go when we arrive, also call HQ and ask them to send an air escort, condition red.”

Mission Briefing:

July, two months later;

Somewhere over the Bering sea; Cobra air platform, mobile command center.


In a massive, glass domed observation deck, a hooded figure stood admiring the vast expanse of sky and sea before him, and he thought to himself, “Someday, this shall all be mine, as is my destiny!” The hooded man turned away from the viewing deck and towards the large room and gazed over a vast crowd of thousands, a mass of uniformed soldiers in brilliant Reds and blues, all chanting in unison, “Hail Cobra! Hail Cobra! Hail Cobra!.” Cobra Commander quietly murmured to himself, “Hail Cobra.”
“ I’m sorry your Excellency, did you say something?” The secretary; who was the only other person in the room, new that the Commander’s mind was prone to wander on occasion, she believed that this was the mark of a true genius, and despite his idiosyncrasies, he was truly a genius. He had built an invisible empire from nothing and now threatened world domination. The Commander looked at her as if seeing her for the first time “Let us Continue, where were we?” The Commander asked.
“You’re Excellency, ‘My loyal and glorious army, as I stand before you, this day marks the beginning of a new era of Cobra dominance.” The secretary read aloud, and she was about to continue, when a communications screen suddenly came to life. A soldier wearing a blue uniform and a red mask was on the screen, “Hail Cobra! Your Excellency, your guest has arrived, he is in the hanger, shall I have him wait for you in your conference room?” the officer asked.
“That won’t be necessary Officer, I’ll see him on the observation deck.” The commander spoke in a voice that always sounded like it was full of venom, his officers associated that voice with death, because often enough it was the last sound that an officer ever heard. “Trooper, leave me now, and delete that entire speech, it lacks brilliance, we shall try again tomorrow.” The secretary bolted upright and saluted “Hail Cobra!” She quickly gathered her laptop and briefcase, relieved that the Commander was in a good mood.

Moments after Cobra Commanders secretary had left, the door sounded with a dull signal. “Enter.” Spoke the Commander. The man, who stepped through the door and onto the observation deck, was like a ghost from the ancient past. He was clad from head to toe in brilliant white, his long trench coat seemed to flutter, even though there was no breeze in the room, and his face was covered with a white mask, showing only his fierce black eyes. The Ninja assassin bowed sharply.
“Greetings, honorable Cobra Commander” the man spoke perfect English through a thick Japanese accent. “Ssstorm Shadow, you are prompt as always,” The Commander gestured to Storm Shadow to have a seat. There was large wooden table in the center of the room, laden with a rich assortment of fruits, cheeses and wines, all presented beautifully on finely crafted silver. Cobra Commander walked to the table and took a seat in a lavishly upholstered chair.
“You will forgive me, if I prefer to stand, Commander.” Storm Shadow said.
“Very well, I have sent Zartan and his Dreadnoks to South America, on a mission of great importance. He is to acquire a device which will be invaluable to Cobra.” He placed a small electronic device on the edge of the table and gestured to Storm Shadow to take it. Storm Shadow walked gracefully to the table and took the device. “I want you to oversee this mission. Go to the coordinates I have provided, and keep an eye on those Dreadnok buffoons! The device is of utmost importance, stay out of sight and if there are any complications, secure the device and if necessary, kill Zartan! I do not trussst that mercenary, he may very well try to keep the device for himself.”
“Killing Zartan would be my pleasure Cobra Commander, if it becomes…necessary, however, what about G.I. Joe?” Storm Shadow asked.
“If those Joe clowns dare to show their faces, kill them all! I don’t have to remind you Storm Shadow, securing this device comes before any personal pleasures. I have activated our sleeper agents in Buenos Aires, they will provide support for you and will be at your disposal. Zartan is already in position, once he and his Dreadnoks have the device, they will rendezvous with our agents and make delivery. In the meantime, track their every move.”
“There is a jet in the hanger waiting to take you to your destination, I trust you will not fail me Ninja.” Cobra Commander turned his back to Storm Shadow as he spoke.
“Understood Cobra Commander, you shall have your device,” The Ninja Bowed sharply and left the room.

Alone now, Cobra Commander walked across the room to the communications window and activated it, a Televiper appeared on the screen. "Televiper, get me Major Bludd immediately." said the commander. "Yes Commander, right away," moments later, a battle scarred man appeared on the screen. "Hail cobra!" yelled Bludd. Sebastian bludd was not wearing his customary battle armor, but was instead wearing an immaculate blue Cobra dress uniform, with polished brass buttons and patches identifying him as a member of high command and his jet black hair was combed to perfection.

"Major, have you found the traitor?" asked the Commander.
"Yes Commander, Frederic Reed, Crimson Guard officer attached to the 26th Crimson battalion, north eastern division. The Joes were sloppy commander, our operatives located Him in a safe house in Hanover, New Jersey, under light guard." he answered.
"Has he been dealt with?" asked the commander.
"We sent in a team of alley vipers at dawn commander, Reed and his guards were killed, and the house was torched."
"Excellent, what was our exposure? I need to know what he told the Joes, nothing must be allowed to compromise operation silver!"
"Commander, I checked Reed’s dossier; he was working on several projects, non of which were connected to operation Silver, though with his security clearance, it is possible that he knew of it. Eh, as to Reeds family sir? Reed had a wife and a ten year old son" asked Bludd.
Cobra Commander spoke as if to himself, "An example must be made, this kind of treachery will not be tolerated! Major, dispose of the wife and have the boy sent to reeducation camp! He is young, and may yet be useful to us. I want you to handle this personally."
"Understood Commander, I will send my Skull squad, Hail Cobra!" Major Bludd signed off.











Two weeks later;

Somewhere off the coast of Argentina: U.S.S. Flagg, G.I. Joe mobile HQ


Several dozen military men and women sat casually at the tables inside the U.S.S. Flagg's briefing room, which had been dubbed the "rec room", by the G.I. Joe team. The room was circular and the tables were elevated, like a small amphitheater. At the center of the room was the holoprojector, a round platform used to display maps and images. The room buzzed with an almost tangible excitement as the men and women in the room talked among themselves and the occasional laugh echoed across the room. The main door then slid open with a hiss and a man wearing a beret entered the room accompanied by another man wearing elaborate comm gear and a woman wearing a flight suit. All conversation stopped suddenly, chairs and tables scraped against the ground as the personnel in the room bolted onto their feet and saluted Chief Warrant officer Flint.
Flint came to the center of the room and stood in front of the holoprojector. "At ease! All right boys and girls, get comfortable, there's going to be a lot of information to absor..Shipwreck! Is there something you care to share with the rest of us?” Shipwreck was mumbling something to the man next to him, and stopped suddenly, "I was just saying what a privilege it is to be on this next mission sir!" shipwreck smiled as he spoke.
"Can the comedy Delgado, unless you want to sit this one out!" said flint.

Flint continued, "The image you are looking at, is a research facility in north western Argentina, an area known as the Gran Chaco, we've received reliable intel that this is will be Cobra's next target. The facility is owned by an Argentina based software company called Silversoft, However, after some digging, we discovered that Silversoft is a subsidiary of the Military Armaments Research Syndicate or M.A.R.S.
As far as we can tell, Cobra’s main objective is to acquire a new flight control system which Silversoft is developing at this facility, apparently Mars handed the project over to Silversoft in order to keep the project low profile. Cobra’s industrial espionage network infiltrated Mars and learned about the project. This flight control system is some kind of helmet that allows the pilot to mentally control the aircraft; I’ll let Mainframe take it from here.”

Mainframe stepped forward “As far as we know there is only one working prototype of this helmet, which is here at this facility. This system, makes the aircraft an extension of the pilots body, all avionics, targeting and instrumentation, react at the speed of thought. In preliminary flight simulations, one pilot was able to take out an entire squadron. This system is far superior to Cobra's brain shunt system, which was a disaster, there is no comparison between these two systems.”
Flint took the floor again, “We cannot allow Cobra to get their claws on this flight control system. For this mission, we have called in G.I. Joe Special Missions team Argen 7. I know some of you veteran Joes have had the honor of working with Argen 7 in the past, these guys are the best of the best. For you Greenshirts out there, if your lucky you might get to work with them one day.
This is their home country, they know this terrain like the back of their hands and this will be a huge help to us on this mission, Glenda, their team pilot will be flying point and leading us in." Flint gestured to the stunning woman on his left, she saluted the the Joes in the room, "YOOOO JOE!" She yelled, and was met by a thunderous YOOOOO JOE! From the room.

Flint brought up a map projection of the area “The facility is located in the wilderness, here, between two waterfalls and surrounded by thick forest. Recoil has been on the ground for two weeks running deep recon. Three days ago, Recoil tracked a group of irregulars crossing the border from Paraguay. From their tattoos, Recoil has determined that they are Dreadnoks. The Dreadnoks have set up camp a few miles away from the facility, while their armored vehicle traveled 12 miles south to this clearing. We can be certain that once they have obtained the device, they would seek to use this clearing as an LZ for aerial extraction, these waterfalls are too treacherous to negotiate with heavy gear. Cobra is definitely here people, and they want that helmet, so were going to let them take it! In this way we can kill two birds with one stone, we let Cobra steal the helmet from Destro, then we take it from them! If you cannot take possession of the device, your orders are to destroy it at all costs, Again, we cannot allow this technology to fall into Cobra’s hands. SGT. Shimik and his Argen 7 are already in position watching this clearing and have reported seeing what appear to be some kind of elite Cobra troopers, they were wearing a type of uniform we haven’t seen yet.

Flint took a long look around the room and seeing that everyone was still with him, continued.
“This is how it’s going to go down; Recoil estimates that it will take the Dreadnoks two hours to reach the clearing from their current position. Once the Dreadnoks are on the move, Recoil will call it in. When we get that call I want you in the air within five minutes! Insertion team will consist of Lady Jaye, she will have operational command, Spirit and Pathfinder will take point, Torpedo and his S.E.A.L team will provide fire support, once you are on the ground we will be weapons free, engage Cobra and fire at will! It will take us approximately ninety minutes to reach checkpoint delta which is here. Recoil will meet up with the Argen 7 and wait for us to reach checkpoint delta. Since Glenda will be on point, I'll let her take it from here."

Glenda stepped forward and brought up a 3D topography display of the Gran Chaco region. Glenda was a woman of uncommon beauty and yet she spoke with a voice that commanded respect, “Alright Joes, once we reach check point Delta, our ETA to the clearing will be twenty minutes. At this point we will go weapons hot and signal Recoil and the Argen 7 to take the clearing, they will have less than twenty minutes to secure our Landing zone before we arrive. We will be coming in fast and low on a south westerly approach , we will be very close to the tree line so there is no room for error. I know this terrain very well so follow closely on my six. Once you are on the ground, the Tomahawks will fall back to way point Delta and await orders, I will be providing close air support. Good luck out there!"
Flint then addressed his team again, “You have your orders, let’s stomp these snakes! YOOOO JOE!!” Flint saluted the entire room and left to make preparations.




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Scenario

Rules of engagement: teams must be within 20 move points of each other in order to inflict “Hurt”. Teams must complete the first objective in order to activate their reinforcements.




RANGE: 25 MID




Cobra: HP 400
Thunder machine (thrasher) -75hp
Hurricane (Vapor) -55hp Inactive
-
Storm shadow -25hp Inactive
Cobra mortal -25hp
Cobra Invasor elite -25hp
Zartan -25hp Inactive
Zandar -25hp
Zarana -25hp Inactive
-
Dreadnok Torch-20hp Inactive
Dreadnok Ripper-20hp Inactive
Dreadnok Buzzer-20hp Inactive
Dreadnok Monkeywrench-20hp Inactive
Cobra Invasor alpha-20hp
Cobra Invasor omega-20hp




Distance points: 0
Action points: 0






Phase 1.
Red zone; Forest clearing/rendezvous point
Green zone; Forest




Objectives:
1. Maintain control of the rendezvous point until Zartan arrives with reinforcements= 20 action points + K.O. One character. (any character)
2. Get to the green zone and engage the Joes= 20 distance points.
3. Inflict damage on the Joe team and leave the area= get the Joes below 300hp.


End Phase 1.

The first team to complete phase 1 gets a 5 distance point bonus.




Target zone:
Reach the resort town of Toba Muerto= 25 distance points.






Phase 2.
Red zone; streets of Toba Muerto
Green zone; Resort Tower





Objectives:
1. Fight your way downtown to the Gran Chaco resort tower= 20 action points + Get the Joes below 200hp
2. Enter the Gran Chaco Resort tower= 20 distance points.
3. Set up a defensive position in the main lobby and inflict damage on the Joes, keep possession of the case= get the Joes below 100hp + 20 action points.





Target Zone:
*Team that has possession, Get to the roof for aerial extraction= 20 distance points + get the enemy at or below 30hp.
*Team that is in pursuit, get to the roof and destroy the case= 20 distance points + 5 action points + get the enemy at or below 35hp.




















G.I. Joe: HP 400
Hammer (Argen 7 driver)-75hp
Ghost hawk ( Lt.Glenda)-55hp Inactive
-
Lady Jaye-25hp Inactive
SGT. Shimik-25hp
SGT. Manleh-25hp
Spirit-25hp Inactive
Recoil-25hp
Pathfinder-25hp Inactive
-
S.E.A.L. team Torpedo -20hp[/b] Inactive
S.E.A.L. team Shipwreck -20hp Inactive
S.E.A.L. team Wetsuit -20hp Inactive
S.E.A.L. team Tracker -20hp Inactive
Argen 7 SGT. Topson -20hp
Argen 7 SGT. Redmack -20hp




Distance points: 0
Action points: 0






Phase 1.
Red zone; Forest clearing/rendezvous point
Green zone; Forest






Objectives:
1.Secure the landing zone before lady Jaye and the assault team arrives= 20 action points + K.O. One character.
2. Get to the green zone and engage Cobra's forces= 20 distance points.
3. Inflict damage on Cobra and slow their escape= get Cobra below 300hp.


End Phase 1.

The first team to complete phase 1 gets a 5 distance point bonus.





Target zone:
Reach the resort town of Toba Muerto= 25 distance points.







Phase 2.
Red zone; streets of Toba Muerto
Green zone; Resort Tower






Objectives:
1. Fight your way downtown to the Gran Chaco resort tower= 20 action points + Get Cobra below 200hp.
2. Enter the Gran Chaco Resort tower= 20 distance points.
3. Assault the main lobby and inflict damage on Cobra, take possession of the suitcase= get Cobra below 100hp + 20 action points.





Target Zone:
*Team that has possession, Get to the roof for aerial extraction= 15 distance points + get the enemy at or below 30hp.
*Team that is in pursuit, get to the roof and destroy the case= 15 distance points + 5 action points + get the enemy at or below 35hp

[Joecom]

Yo Joe!!!!!! Give em all you got Joe's

G.I. Joe Heavy Weapons Machine Gunner
Hurt Zandar -2

Hurt Cobra Mortal -2

[Ronin Assassin]

G.I.Joe Commando..Hurt Zander -2

[Lifeline_MD]

All right boys, Darth_Henning calls to the men standing behind him, its time to

UNLEASH HELL


G.I. Joe Combat Medic
Heal Recoil+4


EDIT: not Repeater, Recoil.

[CobraCrimson]

G.I.Joe Soldier
Hurt Zandar -2

G.I.Joe Team Captain AC



"SUPPRESSING FIRE!!"
Move +10 Green Zone

[Chief CWO]

YO JOE!!!!!


G.I. Joe Ranger
Move Action (Landing Zone) +4

[ShockVal]

GI Joe Heavy Weapons Demolitions
Hurt Zandar -3

The jungle was too quiet. All of the sudden gunfire rang out and yelling came from the secluded facility. Dreadnoks poured out the SilverSoft building hooping and hollering. They moved through the jungle like a bunch of wild boar leaving a trail of grape soda cans.

The SEAL teams moved into positions ahead of the Dreadnok advance in absolute silence. Tracker gave a hand signal for the Demonlitions troops to move up and place charges.

Zandar came stomping through the jungle in the wrong place...

Kabloooom!