Secret Agent
Member
My first AAR! :halo:
**************************************************************
"Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt!" I rolled over in bed, and grabbed my phone.
"Hello?"
"This is Rear Admiral Phillip Stevenson from the Joint Tactical Atlantic Fleet Command. Is this [name ommitted for security reasons]?"
"Yes," I answered, yawning. "But what prompted you to call me at three in the morning?"
"Well, we have a problem. You see, the Admiral in charge of securing the GUIK gap is away golfing, and will not be
available for some time. It appears the Soviets are about to launch an attack, and the President has put US forces on DEFCON-1. So, we need someone to take over. Are you available?"
"I think you have the wrong person," I said, laughing. "I'm an
ARMY guy!"
"That's OK. Just hurry up and get down here!"
"Wait -" The phone went dead. I groaned, rolled out of bed, snapped off 200 push-ups, and jumped into the shower.
***************************************************************
Twenty-nine minutes later, and hair still wet, I pulled into the JTAFC parking lot. I showed the guard my ARMY pass; he frowned, but reluctantly agreed to let me in. Entering the control center, I looked up at the large tactical display screen.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Asked a sailor standing nearby.
"Well, no, not exactly. The Army's looks better." The sailor was about to punch me in the face, when I pointed to a blue thingy on the screen and blurted out,
"What's that?" The sailor burst out laughing.
"Oh, that's a submarine! You have nine sub groups at your disposal, two carrier groups, and aircraft stationed at two
airfields - just in case. The Soviets will be sending 20-40 subs throught the GUIK gap, and we need to sink at LEAST ten! Oh, by the way, my name's Ensign Williams."
He held out the hand that, minutes before, was poised to strike. I shook it. He was beginning to ask me where I was from when an alarm went off. A sailor ran up to Williams and handed him a sheet of paper. His face went white.
"What is it?" I asked, alarmed.
"The war has begun!"
***************************************************************
Immediately, the JTAFC went into action! Over the objections of Williams, I ordered two of the sub groups to turn on their active sonar. I ordered a patrol to be launched from each airfield.
Before too long - or at least it seemed that way - I was reading "Jane's Ships" to familiarize myself with my foes - Soviet subs began appearing! I ordered my subs to engage. Sorties were launched from the two airfields. Lots of torpedoes were fired. Everything was a blur. I glanced down at the computer, and was amazed to find out I had destroyed five Soviet subs! But I didn't have time to bask in my achievements - more subs kept arriving. Anti-sub helos from one of my carriers dispatched another sub. More sorties were launched, and many torpedoes fired, while more enemy subs sank to rise no more. In the process, I lost one of my sub groups, as well as a few anti-sub choppers.
Then it happened. My carrier was hit - by a nuclear weapon! Before I could get over my shock, another nuke hit an escort! The two proud ships sank to their watery graves. Despite the loss, I refused to give up. I ordered yet more sorties, and
sank a few more enemy subs. Williams walked over to me, and congratulated me. "Ten of them are gone, sir! The Russian subs, I mean! Not bad for an Army man, if I may say so myself!" "Thanks," I replied. Just then, the Admiral appeard, back from his golfing excursion. He wasn't too happy about losing the carrier, three ships, a sub, and a few helos, and I was only too glad to hand over command to him. After all, I was needed in Germany.
***************************************************************
This scenario comes with the demo!
**************************************************************
"Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt!" I rolled over in bed, and grabbed my phone.
"Hello?"
"This is Rear Admiral Phillip Stevenson from the Joint Tactical Atlantic Fleet Command. Is this [name ommitted for security reasons]?"
"Yes," I answered, yawning. "But what prompted you to call me at three in the morning?"
"Well, we have a problem. You see, the Admiral in charge of securing the GUIK gap is away golfing, and will not be
available for some time. It appears the Soviets are about to launch an attack, and the President has put US forces on DEFCON-1. So, we need someone to take over. Are you available?"
"I think you have the wrong person," I said, laughing. "I'm an
ARMY guy!"
"That's OK. Just hurry up and get down here!"
"Wait -" The phone went dead. I groaned, rolled out of bed, snapped off 200 push-ups, and jumped into the shower.
***************************************************************
Twenty-nine minutes later, and hair still wet, I pulled into the JTAFC parking lot. I showed the guard my ARMY pass; he frowned, but reluctantly agreed to let me in. Entering the control center, I looked up at the large tactical display screen.
"Amazing, isn't it?" Asked a sailor standing nearby.
"Well, no, not exactly. The Army's looks better." The sailor was about to punch me in the face, when I pointed to a blue thingy on the screen and blurted out,
"What's that?" The sailor burst out laughing.
"Oh, that's a submarine! You have nine sub groups at your disposal, two carrier groups, and aircraft stationed at two
airfields - just in case. The Soviets will be sending 20-40 subs throught the GUIK gap, and we need to sink at LEAST ten! Oh, by the way, my name's Ensign Williams."
He held out the hand that, minutes before, was poised to strike. I shook it. He was beginning to ask me where I was from when an alarm went off. A sailor ran up to Williams and handed him a sheet of paper. His face went white.
"What is it?" I asked, alarmed.
"The war has begun!"
***************************************************************
Immediately, the JTAFC went into action! Over the objections of Williams, I ordered two of the sub groups to turn on their active sonar. I ordered a patrol to be launched from each airfield.
Before too long - or at least it seemed that way - I was reading "Jane's Ships" to familiarize myself with my foes - Soviet subs began appearing! I ordered my subs to engage. Sorties were launched from the two airfields. Lots of torpedoes were fired. Everything was a blur. I glanced down at the computer, and was amazed to find out I had destroyed five Soviet subs! But I didn't have time to bask in my achievements - more subs kept arriving. Anti-sub helos from one of my carriers dispatched another sub. More sorties were launched, and many torpedoes fired, while more enemy subs sank to rise no more. In the process, I lost one of my sub groups, as well as a few anti-sub choppers.
Then it happened. My carrier was hit - by a nuclear weapon! Before I could get over my shock, another nuke hit an escort! The two proud ships sank to their watery graves. Despite the loss, I refused to give up. I ordered yet more sorties, and
sank a few more enemy subs. Williams walked over to me, and congratulated me. "Ten of them are gone, sir! The Russian subs, I mean! Not bad for an Army man, if I may say so myself!" "Thanks," I replied. Just then, the Admiral appeard, back from his golfing excursion. He wasn't too happy about losing the carrier, three ships, a sub, and a few helos, and I was only too glad to hand over command to him. After all, I was needed in Germany.
***************************************************************
This scenario comes with the demo!