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Chinook Mission to Alaska
Serrano Point Operations: Chinook Mission to Alaska
Post content in normal font is by mr_green, unless marked "Sgt Sully" which are by Sully889.
Post content in courier font is by R Daneel Olivaw.
This was an unplanned collaborative roleplay between the three of us, I had great fun writing this on the fly. The participants are Guardian Angels stationed at Serrano Point./mr_green
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| page 60 post 1185 | begin transmission As many as four CH 47 helicopters appear to have been moved from Ft Wainright AK prior to its destruction on J-day. While over sixty years old, they have been well maintained and could prove invaluable to the resistance as troop transport, rescue or cargo vehicles. The craft are currently in a hangar in Fairbanks International Airport, Alaska. Electrically powered towing vehicles are available inside the hangar. Fuel tanks located to the northeast possibly contain JP5, avgas or other commercial fuel. http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt205/RD_O/Image1.jpg 64.48N 147.52W Infrared and heatscan show very little human or animal activity in the area. Patrols by aerial HKs and ground tanks are sporadic and light. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CH-47D/F Chinook Technical Specs Powerplant: Two Textron Lycoming T55-L712 engines Rotor System: Three blades per hub (two hubs) Fiberglass construction Speed: 225 r/min Manual folding blades Performance at 50,000 lb: SL cruise: 143 kn. Rate of climb: 1,522 ft/min. Range: SL and ISA, 230 nmi. Crew: Cockpit-crew seats: 2 Cabin-troop seats/litters: 33/24 Weights: Max gross: 50,000 lbs. Empty: 23,401 lbs. --------------------------------------------------------------- Operating manuals encoded at end of transmission. Hope you have someone who can fly them. end transmission |
| page 63 post 1258 | begin transmission SatRecon of Palmdale Regional Airport difficult due to skynet jamming of sat frequencies over entire LA area.. Main runways appear intact, only one aircraft visible. http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt205/RD_O/Palmdale2.jpg http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt205/RD_O/Palmdale1.jpg Type, range and condition of craft as yet indeterminable. Also unable to scan for heat signatures so strength of enemies or presence of allies is unknown. I know it isn't much to go by, but maybe it will help you get those chinooks. May the Founder guide you. end transmission |
| page 65 post 1283 | But ... but ... the choppers are in gorram Alaska. Well, I have stolen the Field Marshal's laptop and am now using Flight Sim to learn how to fly that aeroplane parked at Palmdale. [2 hours pass ...] Right-O! Mathilda, we're moving out! |
| page 65 post 1291 | * crackle crackle * This is the captain, uhhhh major speaking, we have taken off in a Learjet from the remains of the Palmdale airstrip. This is my solo flight, isn't this exciting?? * narrowly avoids striking some power lines * It looks like we have an H/K trying to catch up on us! While that is worrying, we never had an airforce before so those H/Ks are designed for air-to-ground. You know, unguided rockets and that gun turret is mounted on the underside. As long as we stay above it, we should be OK and that thing does not have the service ceiling we do, it will have to go back to its rat-hunting duties after we outclimb it. * the engines are already at full power and we are at a shallow climb that I gradually make steeper. We have better airspeed now and the plane is getting easier to handle. Since we're still here and not being shot out of they sky, it must mean we really are climbing faster. Phew! * God knows how we're going to land but maybe one of you guys in the back can practice landing on TooBoku's laptop flight sim? If nothing else, there are parachutes around so we can just parachute out of the aircraft if the visibility is zero. Have a pleasant flight! * nearly throwing up and shitting my pants at the same time * |
| page 65 post 1295 | "Why don't you let me have a go at the flying controls? I've been practicing on the sim now for two hours, I'm getting bored and the people in the back are running out of barf bags." Mathilda says. She climbs into the co-pilot chair grabs the controls and I let go of the yoke. She fiddles with some wheel between the chairs. The aircraft swerves, then rights itself and suddenly the flight is a lot smoother than before. "Trim tabs" she says. You have to adjust the trim tabs after take-off after retracting the flaps and landing gear otherwise you're flying around in take-off configuration minus the flaps. "Uhhh ... I guess I forgot in the excitement after outclimbing that H/K. Good work!" [another two hours pass without further excitement.] "You realise that now that one H/K saw us, they're going to start working on anti-aircraft weaponry" Mathilda says. "Yeah, I do. We're not going straight home, we're going to have to fly the choppers down to Mexico to mount some weaponry on them, there's a Resistance tech researgh facility down there somewhere. We'll fly over ocean on the return leg ... any Skynet out on the waves is looking for the Jimmy Carter but that is going to change real soon." |
| page 65 post 1296 | begin transmission Monitoring weather from above here. clear along the western coast, good day for a flight. Possible stop and refuel at Whidbey Island Naval Air Base in Washington. http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt205/RD_O/Whidbey1.jpg No guarantee of fuel supplies, for the jet or the chinooks. Some sign of recent resistance activity, note 'welcome home' on runway. could be a trap. exercise extreme caution. end transmission |
| page 65 post 1297 | Fasten seatbelts and look out the windows, people! We're going to do some aerial reconnaissance over Whidbey Naval Air Station south of where Vancouver used to be. I want you to watch out for any Skynet activities. We have to stop by somewhere on the way back to refuel the helicopters, this is a good a place as any. The airbase is on the coastline, we'll be approaching from the south east make a turn across the field and exit towards the north east again to have land cover before starting to climb to altitude again. * The Learjet is starting a dive toward the ground, Mathilda at the control. We're building up speed really FAST * You're going to tear the wings off this thing! "No worries, the "never exceed speed" marked on the velocity meter is just a recommendation" * I want to believe her * We make a low pass across the airfield, looking like this (only we're going at full blast): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwkjXwR6_pQ&feature=related "We see a handful of people and a vehicle on the ground, major! They are shooting at us!!" * a stream of tracers is reaching for the Learjet, but we're going too fast and Mathilda is tightening the turn away from the gun on the ground, the bullets pass far behind us soon a ridge is between us and that gunner * They must be thinking we're Grays or they are Grays themselves. Either way we have to refuel on the return leg. * The Learjet is climbing towards safer altitudes and we land at Fairbanks 2 hours later * |
| page 67 post 1321 | Right you are! You're going to teach how to refuel and fly these beautiful copters, because I'm dyyyyying to get back to L.A. so we can put some serious smack-down on those metal arses. A few hours of helicopter flying later it looks something like this with Mathilda at the controls: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNvhPQ8S0aU (2:20 -> onwards) My efforts are decidedly more wobbly. One last refuelling later we start flying back towards Whidbey, Sgt Sully and by.Skynet in the Learjet, me and Mathilda are piloting one helicopter each. The remaining two helicopters were less airworthy and we gutted them for spares. You never know. [time passes] We parachute drop by.skyNet into Whidbey where he can check out the people who were shooting at us before we attempt to land. Perhaps make a few holes in them with that M-240 machine gun I gave him and see what sound they make when they are hit. Good luck! |
| page 68 post 1356 | OK, I thought we were in Palmdale, 2025, should read thread better. Recalibrating to Serrano Point OR. http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/tt205/RD_O/Serrano.jpg Actually much closer to Whidbey. I'm assuming the only way to keep an aircraft aloft post J-day is to cannibalize other craft until the parts run out. Since I'm seeing copters in the T4 previews I assumed it was possible. (thats two assumptions in a single paragraph tho) As far as SDI is concerned (I always thought it was an inept reagan pork project) given a heads up prior to mission, maybe something can be done about jamming SatComms. R.DO out. |
| page 68 post 1353 | Sgt Sully: Sends transmission... "Hello...hello...we're low on fuel, looking for a place to land, there's metal all over the place, oh sh.............." |
| page 68 post 1359 | Sgt Sully: After spending several hours being unconscious, Sully wakes up. "Where the Hell am I?" I realize I am lying on some sort of bed in a circular room brightly lit. Suddenly a person walks in from a doorway. Stranger:"Relax, you were in an accident." Sully:"Where am I, who are you? I need to contact Major." Stranger:"Not yet, you need more time to rest." The stranger gives Sully an injection. Sully:"Hey what are you giving me? What are you doing? Tell me what the hell is going on! The lights go out, I'm beginning to lose consciousness. As the stranger turns to leave, I see red lights behind the eyes. |
| page 71 post 1404 | We're not airborne anymore, we decided to land our respective helicopters when Sully was shot down, we managed to scramble up a hill and watch his capture. We booby-trapped the flight controls with a third of our TNT, if Grays or termies try to fly them then they will look totally enmeshed in helicopter wreckage. by.skynet has gone AWOL to 2009 to chase Lauren to have satisfaction in his cold metal battery so it's up to me and Mathilda to rescue our Sgt Sully. No one gets left behind, except the enemy dead. They will pay for this, I was starting to LIKE that Learjet! |
| page 73 post 1449 | * I and Mathilda are sneaking around the perimeter of the airfield, waiting for the night to fall to make our move. We're flat on our bellies scouting it out through our binoculars. Not a whole lot of activity there ... three big buildings still standing, others seemed burned out and damaged by artillery or gunfire. There could be any number of people in there. My hopes are sinking, this really is a fairly big place and could have far too many enemies and Grays inside for us to take on. Lots of open areas to run across and get shot on, not a lot of cover. Nevertheless, we have to try and get Sully out and we have to do it without blowing up the aviation fuel. There's a sentry in the control tower too, he will see us in daylight or at night, if he's got night vision goggles. * A voice speaks behind us: "You're from Serrano Point, aren't you? Only Resistance fighters would come here packing such heavy weaponry ... that implies you're out to destroy metal rather than to simply raid fellow humans." We turn our heads to look behind us where a figure is standing, effortlessly holding a heavy metal sheet in front of him. Obviously metal. My mouth goes all dry: "If you wanted to kill us you would have done so already, so what do you want chit-chat about?". The figure's voice becomes more mechanical: "We want one of your helicopters and in return you will have your sergeant back plus aviation fuel for your remaining helicopters. Your sergeant suffered some injuries but he's going to be fine, he's sedated now. We know you, Captain ... Major Green, we've been monitoring Skynet transmission and there's now a bounty on your head. Skynet doesn't know just who the lady with the long rifle is, except that there's a bounty on her head too. Grays will be looking for you to collect it." |
| page 73 post 1450 | "All they will ever collect are ugly holes in their bodies" Mathilda says, patting her rifle. "Are you going to tell me who you are?" "We, or they call themselves the Troglodytes, living in the service tunnels under this former airfield. I am a captured terminator, they have reprogrammed me to do dangerous jobs for them, like this one. They won't join you or other Resistances, they want to stay low, undetected and survive. We are sorry about the Learjet, but we had to find out if you were Grays or Resistance. Shall we do business?" |
| page 73 post 1456 | Sgt Sully "Damn, I'm still here" I detect the scent of perfume, "This place is eff'd up, I wonder what they are going to do to me. Oh great, now I'm talking to myself.... ....I hope the others are doing OK. We'll at least I have some time to figure out the name of that perfume." |
| page 74 post 1465 | The darkness is setting in as Mathilda, me and the mysterious metal man is walking across the airfield. Some of the rusting landing lights have devices attached that look a lot newer, probably motion detectors and cameras. The mysterious figure stops near a runway and opens a hatch in the ground. Mathilda stops in her tracks. "I'm not going down there without proof that our Sergeant is still alive". The machine looks at us, from one to the other ... then speaks ... in Sully's voice: "Where am I and why did you shoot at my plane you ****ing ***ers?" It's eerie hearing a friend's voice out of a machine, but that's proof enough. We're stranded anyway. "OK, but the first order of my business is to meet him too", I say and Mathilda nods. We climb down and find ourselves inside a concrete tunnel full of old cabling and some cabling that doesn't look quite so old. Then familiar sights to all humans on their way home these days: guard dogs in front of a heavy door ... the machine leads the way, the dogs bark at it but then go quiet ... they know him. We start walking down a few steps and enter into a large room. The air is slightly stale but still better than in a lot of Resistance underground shelters I've found myself in. It looks to be a workshop of some kind, tools and half-finished projects lie on the floor and lean against the walls. Some men and women in greasy coveralls are working on something. are Heavy doors lead into other tunnels. "The sickbay is this way", the machine says, opens a door, lets us through and then closes it again with a muffled boom. |
| page 74 post 1469 | We take a turn to the right and after another heavy door we enter another room. The machine says "this is it" and opens yet another door. This is more a normal door and not like the other and I am getting the feeling that getting lost down here must be really easy. "MAJOR! MATHILDA! Not a bad place, huh?" a voice is calls from a bed in the corner. "We're happy to see you again in one piece, Sergeant!" "You've seen your Sergeant, now it's time to see Simon and Margaret. They want to talk to you and you will be happy to have talked to them", the machine says. "Can you walk? We've come to get you out of here, we're trading you for fuel and a helicopter" Mathilda says rather bluntly but she's right, even if these people are trustworthy we need to get going. "Almost ... and Simon is alright", Sully says just before we leave the sickbay. We start walking again thorough tunnels and rooms and a few minutes later I am completely lost as we enter a room that is brightly lit and that is covered with computers, papers, binders, chairs and desks. A man in his late 20s and a woman in her mid 40s look up at us from where they're sitting at a table. |
| page 74 post 1470 | he woman begins: -"Hello, so you're our visitors from Serrano. We're sorry about your jet but we couldn't risk having Grays dropping in on us. We tried to only lightly damage the plane, luckily your sergeant crashlanded well enough to survive but the plane is beyond repair. That was quite a stunt you pulled on your last visit to our airfield, you're the first airborne thing to ever escape Seven and his cannon. You had us really worried that you would bring back a Skynet task force.". She is a tall woman, pale from living underground but eyes that are steady like like a hunter's. "He didn't pull that stunt, I did!" Mathilda says annoyedly. "Who's Seven?". "He is", the man says and points to the machine. "He's the seventh machine that I've reprogrammed." "You know they go bad even if you scrub and reprogram, don't you?" I ask the man who is quite tall and of light build. "Of course they do, that's why I put in a mission monitor. In the second chip port I install another chip with its own battery that monitors the mission memory of the scrubbed chip. If the mission changes, it automatically cuts main power to all of its motor functions. Seven has gone bad twice already. I think us Troglodytes and Resistance have things to teach each other." |
| page 74 post 1475 | Sgt Sully: "Thanks for coming Major." I wisper to Major Green: "Hey, you think we can get outta here without giving up a chopper? We need every one we can get our hands on." The Woman looks interested in what was said. Woman:"What did you tell him?" Sully:"Nothing really, just thanking him for coming down here." The woman watches as the three of them leave the room. The door closes behind them and they are now left to try and find their way through the maze of tunnels. We start walking... Major:"I know what you are saying Sargeant, but it's too risky, we almost lost you once, if we try this all three of us will be in danger. Let's just get the hell out of here before they change their minds. Mathilda:"What's the matter Major, you scared?" Major:"Don't start with me woman, keep moving!" After what seemed like an eternity we find our way from the base. I know how lucky I was. It'll be nice to see the rest of the guys. |
| page 74 post 1479 | * The chopper is roaring along as fast as it will go at treetop level, I'm seated in the co-pilot's chair and my stomach is decidedly uneasy. The Troglodytes were nice enough to let us choose wich chopper we wanted to keep, but not nice enough to give us any food. So we chose the one that had working night vision equipment ... those night vision googles covering Mathilda's eyes get live footage from stereoscopic low-light and infrared sensors in the nose. I'm sure that tall lanky guy can fix the other chopper's set too ... maybe he can fix nearly anything ... maybe that's why he let us choose because it didn't matter to him ... and he must be the one who fixed the power to that place too. * "If you fly any lower, we'll have to repaint this chopper on the underside!" I say after the chopper barely missing a tall tree on the side of a hill we're flying around rather than going over. Mathilda is using rivers and old railroads to find her way. "Yeah this chopper, not THESE chopperS, Major." "Yes this chopper, we are LUCKY to be in a chopper and not in our graves, Sergeant! I never heard any grand plan of yours for breaking Sully out from that place that could have had as many as six other machine men walking about, plus human soldiers and how were you going to get fuel from that base to the empty tanks of this chopper?" I stop there and hold my breath as the chopper dives into a valley. Without the benefit of the googles, all I can see are dark shapes outside the cockpit window racing by. "Look, I risked my life for FOUR choppers because that's a lot of capacity but now we've only got one and we're still risking our lives all the same! They hurt one of our guys and shoot down our Learjet and you REWARD them with a helicopter!", she retorts. |
| page 75 post 1480 | Well that's one way of looking at it and it made sense in a Mathilda kind of way. "So? Nobody's ever safe. We're alive and Skynet meant for us all to be dead years ago. Choppers or no choppers, we're still winning as long as we're alive." I try, but the way these conversations usually go I'm happy she's strapped in and has her hands busy flying a helicopter. "Fine" she says she guides the heavy helicopter on its snaking path along the meandering valley floor. At the end of the stomach-turning flight, the roof on the underground hangar at Serrano opens and the helicopter gently touches down. We switch the engines off. It's good to be home again, we climb out of the chopper. Hopefully debriefing won't take too long, we're all exhausted. Mathilda hasn't spoken for a long time, but then again she doesn't talk alot anyhow. Grumpy or not, I'm going to recommend her for some kind of award for the badass flying she's been doing: http://www.afpc.randolph.af.mil/shared/media/photodb/photos/070515-F-8175W-008.jpg Can't hurt to let everyone know that she's a natural with flying machines. |
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