Outlandish Tales from WWII - Issue #1: * in America!

bigsteveuk · Post by **bigsteveuk** » Fri Sep 02, 2011 5:17 am

As there was a pretty * good chance he was going to go a get himself killed in the next few hours he guessed he had nothing to lose and leaned a little closer to Mae, catching a hint of her perfume which bought back a flood of memories.

“So Ms Winters, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” he said stumbling over the words and offering a weak smile, aww shoot he never was any good at this stuff and it's not like they parted on good terms!

Saker · Post by **Saker** » Fri Sep 02, 2011 8:35 am

The Sky Marshall (Status: ready, Hits: 100)

Down a few spots, young Lieutenant Evans was seated next to the Sky Marshall. "You saved my uncle one time," the obviously grateful soldier began. "He was working in New York, up on the Empire State washing windows. His gear failed him and you caught him -- like ten stories from the ground. So -- thanks. I'm going to want an autograph when this is all done, sir."

The Sky Marshall nodded. "It would be my pleasure." reverberated from his helmet barely over the engine roar. That's why I do this... to save lives. Jesse thought to himself steeling himself for the combat to come.

BeardedDork · Post by **BeardedDork** » Fri Sep 02, 2011 11:42 am

Cauchemar, Normal, 80 hits

CPL Oklahombi loaded up the truck as instructed and sat in the drivers seat. When CPT Kearney had arrived he had been joined by a young second lieutenant radio operator. The three of them loaded into the truck which rattled to life and they set off to the British encampment to the north

Cauchemar drew himself out of his reverie to the captain sitting across from him asking his opinion.

Captain Stevens wrote:"What did you see, anything of interest in those pictures and statements? You have quite a reputation for figuring this kind of thing out, you know. What do you make of it so far -- seems pretty random, don't you think?"

"Random? No, it doesn't seem that way to me." The Nightmare detective began to list off the targets hit thus far on his gloved fingers, "A Fighter Plane Engine facility, a bridge, a shipyard, an airbase, and a rail-yard, these are all targets intended to reduce our mobility and limit our response times. The shipyard seems a bit of a wild-card in that, but it does contribute to the overall * war effort." He thought for a moment before continuing, "Sky Marshall thinks that their transport craft can carry ten tons of cargo or make a transatlantic flight if that capacity is used for fuel, so reducing the strength of our Atlantic fleet close to home makes sense if that is what they are doing. That said I don't necessarily think it is, now I don't know what the Spazierend Panzers weight but it can't be too much less than that I wouldn't think, they seem to be carrying artillery sized weapons, what with 50, 75, and even 88mm shells being tossed around, with no other apparent source, beyond that they are presumably well armored, which is a feat unlikely to be accomplished without adding a significant amount of weight. He said he thought the plane might have a 3,500 mile range any way which is about a thousand miles shy of getting from Germany or even France to the US. Though it is possible that the craft they are using is even more efficient than he thinks it is, either way I can't imagine them getting home without refueling, so there still must be a US, or at least North or South American base of operations they are using. I see no way that these attacks could be carried out without the assistance of organized and influential accomplices here at home. Five attacks in Six weeks is a pretty languid schedule, and with the scope of these attacks it is peculiar that you boys have been able to keep a lid on it at all, especially given that the Germans know full well the value of propaganda, I think...." The mystery man paused and considered Stevens' features for a moment before looking around at the rest of his companions before concluding, "Let's just say that I have suspicions that I don't care to elaborate on without more evidence."

Heroglyph · Post by **Heroglyph** » Fri Sep 02, 2011 6:51 pm

Still caught up in the excitement of the moment , Lady Paragon begins shouting out possible names for the team of heroes. " How about the American Eagles? The Fists of Justice? The Super Patriots?" glancing at the Unknown Soldier "The Minute Men?... You guys can jump in here any minute you know?" seeing that the others were not interested, "What a bunch of wet blankets" she teased.

A solemn look crosses her face as she silently prays Great Spirit, I plan to make my Daddy proud today. Make sure we all make it out of this alive...Not counting the * I mean. I'm going to do right by my Daddy, and my country. I'm going to do them both proud. Amen.

Harrigan · Post by **Harrigan** » Fri Sep 02, 2011 7:20 pm

Seated on the jump-seat directly across from the one Starr occupied, Lieutenant Mae Winters was close enough for the man to tell that she'd in fact changed her perfume, along with the slightly more daring hairstyle. No more tightly-wound bun, and oh boy was the shoulder-length look a lot more to a red-blooded male's liking.

The woman smiled at Jack's comment, flicking her eyes back to his for a long second. "Working," Mr. Starr, she answered, a bit of wryness coming to her pretty features. "We've all got to do our part, right? I may not have your muscles, but it's important to me to assist the war effort, any way I can."

kevperrine · Post by **kevperrine** » Sat Sep 03, 2011 4:44 am

AMERICAN RUBBER (Status: Normal, Hits: 100)
aka. Dr. Kenny Kirby

Pouring over the dossier notes, the pictures.... EACH and EVERYTHING the military brass have hinted at... considering the experience and speculations that his new teammates, such as Cauchemar, have mentioned - his mind expanding with his photographic memories... Dr. Kirby was engrossed.

OOC: Hey... Not sure how to appropriately ask... but after a long think on these docs, comments from others, etc... Would AMERICAN RUBBER be eligible to make any sort of check for tactics, plans, etc... that we might have all missed so far with his UBER "Investigation 2" (x6) /Analysis and + 2 Dice Bonus (Photo Memory) or potentially using Jack of All Trades (if necessary for a skill he doesn't normally have at -1DP). If so... he'd share it immediately, word-for-word on anything he thought of, Mr. Narrator. Analysis IS one of the main things he's helpful in the team for...

Heroglyph wrote:Still caught up in the excitement of the moment , Lady Paragon begins shouting out possible names for the team of heroes. " How about the American Eagles? The Fists of Justice? The Super Patriots?" glancing at the Unknown Soldier "The Minute Men?... You guys can jump in here any minute you know?" seeing that the others were not interested, "What a bunch of wet blankets" she teased.

His attention spanning multiple elements, the term *wet blankets* in conjunction with *team of heroes*... and *names*... Finally caught up to AMERICAN RUBBER...
'Heck yeah', Kenny thought... this is more in-line with what the Pliable Patriot THOUGHT superheroing would be about. Sure, it's shallow maybe - but it's how teams bonded, came together, right? That's what he always thought... as a kid!

Stretching his torso out of the airplane straps cupping himself around anyone in-between he and the heroine, AMERICAN RUBBER joined Lady Paragon, squishing himself between any hero and the lady to sit beside and chat along the way!
The echo of his stretch sounding more like warping tire tread than rubber bands followed his return to form. Tilting his head with a * smile.

"I... I'm interested, I... I care... ma'ma..."
he said with respect tempered with the glee so desperately needed on this solemn-gloomy group.... a respect for what he knew of the heroine.
And he DID *care* (or at least notice) that anyone listening might be a bit sickened from his innocent attitude... if that's how they naturally felt hearing someone so adamant, so patriotic, so concerned with becoming a well-liked part of a team... Someone honestly looking to make a different.

It didn't phase him, the way any normal fella might *feel* the judgmental glances of Blockade or the castigating scowl from Cauchemar's dark mask... Kenny's senses bounced above the looks gotten from his attitude... from his fair uncertainty, from his uniform... After-all, he WAS new to this - but it didn't make him any less of a patriot. And maybe someday a hero. An' besides... His dear ol' sweatheart Maggie helped him sew up his patriotic duds. Embarrassed... by the gawdy colors and skin-tight suit?? * YEAH! That's why he made her design the red-leather helmet! LOL... He'd thought that many times...

But with Lady Paragon looking to give some levity to the new team, he didn't want to miss a chance to HELP her!!

Ooooo.... I like those ma'ma!! snatching out a small notepad and pencil, Kenny had been sketching emblems on... he continued with glee.... Or, or, or... how about...... The All-Hero League, Courage Corps, The American Assembly, Victory Company (guess we'd have to win something first though hehe), the Super Squad, or simply The Greatest American-Heroes!

bigsteveuk · Post by **bigsteveuk** » Sat Sep 03, 2011 8:44 am

“From what I’ve seen so far Ms Winters, I would say your doing one * of job, how long you been working for the General?”

Heroglyph · Post by **Heroglyph** » Sun Sep 04, 2011 9:05 pm

Ooooo.... I like those ma'am!! snatching out a small notepad and pencil, Kenny had been sketching emblems on... he continued with glee.... Or, or, or... how about...... The All-Hero League, Courage Corps, The American Assembly, Victory Company (guess we'd have to win something first though hehe), the Super Squad, or simply The Greatest American-Heroes!

"Now your putting that bouncing brain of your to work!" shouts Lady Paramount. " I like where your headed! How about Mystery Company? Like Easy Company, only with Mystery Men. Mystery Company, Move Out! Kinda catchy, no? "

"Oh, and don't call me Ma'am..."

urbwar · Post by **urbwar** » Mon Sep 05, 2011 5:28 pm

Lost in thought, the Major looked up as American Rubber and Lady Paramount started discussing possible team names. He had to admit that the kid had enthusiasm. His only concern was whether that would be enough. Whomever these * superhumans were, they were trained to work as a unit. That made them very dangerous. Even with all our powers, could we handle them in a straight up fight? Sighing, he started to work out possible tactics in his head. If we're going to beat them, we need to have a plan.....

Harrigan · Post by **Harrigan** » Tue Sep 06, 2011 2:50 am

"I'm afraid that's classified," Winters said to Starr with just a hint of a grin.

Further down the line, American Rubber, Lady Paramount and some of the others were having a discussion of their own, one without quite as much tension. For his part, Captain Stevens had fallen silent, musing over Cauchemar's words.

It wasn't long until the team was over the target -- well, it wasn't long in truth, but it sure seemed long to American Rubber and the others who were so keen to get into action. Maybe not long enough for Major Meteor and Blockade, the two men most worried about the team's lack of training.

Still -- it was game time, and adrenaline was running high. The jet-powered aircraft buzzed the site one time before the pilot began looking for a good place to put down, and when everyone crowded around the plane's port-side windows, they were greeted with a jaw-dropping scene.

The train yard was in ruin. Despite it being night time, the glow of several raging fires made it all too easy to see the destruction, the shattered buildings, the twisted tracks, the bodies, the wrecked train cars, locomotives, squad cars, jeeps and half-tracks. The army was still putting up a * of a fight, but it was clear from the look of things that they were on their back foot.

Tracers darted across the landscape, phosphorous sparks against the dark ground. Thick, black, fuel-oil smoke poured into the air, turning the scene apocalyptic when combined with the hellish orange light from the fires. Then a blast and accompanying shock wave from a high-velocity cannon round, then the flashing of a stream of tracers coming up from the ground -- towards the plane!

Darting evasively, the pilot avoided the ground-fire and pulled around, lining up on a road that lead straight away from the train yard to land on. "Hang on, I'm going to put her down!" the pilot radioed back. It was during his banked approach that the team got the best look at their opponents yet.

There weren't hundreds of Wehrmacht soldiers on the ground, swarming the American forces, there weren't Tiger tanks rolling forward, unopposed. No Stukas were dive-bombing, no artillery pieces thundered in the back lines, hurling their shells forward onto the defenders. Instead, no more than perhaps a dozen or two attackers could be seen, as could two of those big planes Sky Marshall had gone on about earlier. Both were on the ground parked, quite some distance back from the fighting, but they were plain as day, big as life.

As were the flying German Soldiers. Soaring above the battlefield, buzzing like metal-winged, jet-powered wasps. A group of four of them rained down fire from rocket-rifles, pinning a policeman and a handful of GIs behind an overturned, flaming truck.

Some distance away, a trio of hulking armored figures stamped around, intent on leveling what remained of the facility and its defenses. Eight-plus foot tall walking tanks, each seemed to carry a different set of weapons. The first, slightly smaller and more clearly humanoid than the others, was covered in some kind of silvery coating. It leveled a pair of flamethrowers at a Sherman that the US forces were bringing forward, and as the tank heated up to red-hot the second Spazierend Panzer moved into position, going to a braced kneeling position before firing a thundering blast that ripped the tank to pieces. When the machine stood back up, lifting its still-smoking cannon, some kind of multi-gun rig could be seen on its other arm, perhaps a pair of MGs.

The third walking tank was bigger still, and less humanoid, looking more like an armored chassis sitting atop a pair of heavily armored chicken legs. Fully fifteen feet tall, it had a dragon-like head of sorts, and from within its 'jaws' a twin-mount cannon spat sizzling rounds out at a frightening rate, causing detonations to ripple all across the battleground.

Finally, a third group of * were assaulting a smoldering brick building at the far end of the yard, an administration building of some kind occupied by soldiers and farmboys, from the looks of it. That third group was a quartet, a woman and three men, one of whom looked to be the man who'd been hovering in the photo -- one of the * Ubermensch. The tall, solidly-built woman wore a pair of bulky gauntlets that crackled with power and the other two men were somewhat more non-descript in appearance -- until one of them disappeared from sight, he moved so quickly, and the other loosed a blast of blue-white energy from his hands at the building that resulted in an explosion and a shower of pulverized brick.

Captain Stevens turned back from the window, a little white. He almost chuckled. "Looks like you've got your work cut out for you!" Brandishing a Thompson, he added, "Everyone ready?!"

urbwar · Post by **urbwar** » Tue Sep 06, 2011 3:28 am

Startled by the devastation all ready unleashed, Meteor gasped. This was the moment of truth. If they were going to show the *'s they couldn't bring the fight to U.S. Soil, it was now. Standing up, Meteor started working out a plan of action...

"Ok everyone, this is it! We're about the engage the enemy! Sky Marshall, you and I will hit those rocket troops, We should hopefully take them down fast. Blockade, I want you to take Paramount, Rubber and Soldier, and try and slow down those armored devices. Marshall and I will assist once we take out the rocket troops. Cauchemar, I'd like you to sneak up on the Ubermensch, and keep an eye on them. Once we've knocked out their support units, we'll see about giving those ubermensch a good old fashioned American * kicking!"

With that, Meteor went to the hatch, opened it, and started to fly out into the night....

BeardedDork · Post by **BeardedDork** » Tue Sep 06, 2011 10:13 am

Cauchemar, normal, 80 hits

Cauchemar watched the Major fly away. "* it, hot head. We need to keep at least one of those planes on the ground, at least partially cut off their retreat, we need to make them make choices!" He called out to the others.

Saker · Post by **Saker** » Tue Sep 06, 2011 12:18 pm

The Sky Marshall (Status: normal, Hits: 100)

"I agree," reverberated from the Sky Marshall's helmet to Couchemar over the roar of the engines and hatch turbulence. Tapping the side of his helmet, he continued, "radio if you need me to strike the air wing. Until then, Meteor needs a wingman." He saluted to the team and dove out the hatch igniting his rocket pack.

Heroglyph · Post by **Heroglyph** » Tue Sep 06, 2011 5:42 pm

Lady Paramount(Status: normal, Hits: 100)

"Hey American Rubber, I changed my mind about the parachute idea. Let's go! Just watch where your puttin' your hands, Mister" said Lady Paramount

bigsteveuk · Post by **bigsteveuk** » Tue Sep 06, 2011 6:08 pm

Blockade (Status: Normal, Hits: 100)

“I agree about disabling one of the planes, but let’s stick to the Majors plan for now, see how the initial engagement goes” Pretty * badly is my guesstimation, thought Blockade grimly.

Turning to Paramount, Rubber and Soldier, “You guys heard the Major, when we hit the ground your on me. If we can get any element of surprise or flank then that’s a bonus, but the priority is to hit em hard and hit em fast. Look for any sort of weak point, legs, rear armour and try to stay in their blind spots, you soldiers ok with that?”