Operation Typhoon- SpyCraft2 (Inactive)

Game Master Shadow Bloodmoon

It's the 1980's. In December of 1979, Russian forces moved in to Afghanistan in an effort to support their allies in the Democratic Republic of Afghanistan. Unfortunately for them, the locals did not want Soviet intervention in their rebellion and thus began a war which would last almost ten years. The United States became involved for a number of reasons, but few knew just how involved. Until now...

Board Room 17

This room has no windows and a half-time working air conditioner. A faux wooden table with equally faux wooden chairs around it takes up the majority of the room. In the middle of the table is a projector and at each chair is a file with your names on them along with a glass of water. When you arrive there are others seated around the table and a woman in a simple gray business skirt and blazer goes about her business making sure you each have water and sorting some files in her hand. She doesn't make eye contact and only speaks when spoken to, except to say, "Please have a seat, Director Chavez will be here momentarily."

You may describe and introduce yourselves here, as you like.

Snake ignores Jerry's comments, but thinks to himself, LSD? I thought Project MKUltra was officially halted?, and heads to the board room. He takes a seat and takes a sip of water before opening up the folder. "Anyone know what this is about? All I heard is that shooting straight should be a qualification, so I'm hoping this isn't a combat op. My shoulder still hurts from the last one..." He rubs his shoulder instinctively.

Smith chuckles when he hears sergeant, although he is still technically in the Virginia Army National Guard, sort of.

"In Africa, I am a Captain"

"Yessir, the Rhodies are through, I fought with a lot of great men, but Mugabe was too tough and well, the Middle Class Shona are too few stop a full blown commie takeover. But I did leave the Company with some good agents in place that can get intel once the hand over is complete. We will see. The Cold War isn't going so well for us and President Carter, Rhodesia, Nicaragua and Iran... But Nixon and Ford lost more."

He listens intentively to his assignment and says to Anderson, "BOHICA, well, keep my guys alive"

He shakes Anderson's hand firmly and says, "Charlie Mike, Fox Alpha"

He then walks out and head into the bathroom and throws some water on his face and then makes his way to Boardroom 17.

The man has that red look that you can only get from being in Africa not a suntan but a skin of permanent burn. He has a 3 day old beard with a scar visable on his neck. Although he is wearing a grey suit with a thick brown and blue striped tie with a powder blue wide collar shirt, that Burt Reynolds would be wearing in his next film. However, the clothes don't suit him, he is stylish but he looks stifled. He sits down in the corner and pulls out a dime from his jacket pocket with his right hand and softly strokes the pointer finger of his left hand with the coarse ridges of the coin. Each time a little softer.

"Well, it looks like we'll be working together. So we'll might as well introduce ourselves, no? As my handler Jerry likes to point out, my father was known to have sold out secrets our enemies. I will not hide that. But as I have proven, I am not my father. So don't think that I am, or we'll have a problem. Anyway, you can call me 'Snake' or 'Ward'."

Seeing Jason, Timothy quickly puts his dime in his pocket and proffers a hand and says, "Timothy K Smith, pleasure to meet you. Some men live up to their father's legacy others try to overcome it."

He then shrugs and says, "Trust is a rare commodity in this business. Presumption is like walking through a minefield. You should avoid it at all costs. So Ward, do you know anything about Director Chavez?"

Knowledge check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Director Edward Chavez is a lifetime Company man. In his fifties now, he has been through much of the CIAs darkest times and lived to tell about it. He is now the director of operations in the middle east. None of you have truly worked with him directly, but he is known to you.

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Did my father have any significant relationship, or did they not even know each other? I'm assuming they never met, but I think you'd probably want to decide that yourself. The game is interesting, if slow, so far.

Where did Natalie go?

Smith then says, "So Ward, what state do you hail from? I am from Connecticut."

"Arizona, actually. And about your question, I only know Chavez as a lifetime company man, in his fifties, who has seen some pretty dark times in the CIA. But I suppose living through all that must've been enough to get him in charge of the middle eastern operations. Never worked with him myself, though. Have you? You look like a man who has seen some action as well."

Smith responds with a grin, "I never heard of the man, but I haven't been to Langley in years. Usually, I would see my parents when I would get some free time. I did a tour or so in 'Nam. And then Hotspotting ever since. Sorry to hear about your pops, this job itn't for everyone. I like the action side a bit more. 'Putting your slayer onto sing' as we say in the bush."

Then remembering to turn off his Rhodie Army Slang he says, "Basically setting your piece to Rock N Roll."

Ward's expression turns to mild anger and disgust, "My father forced me into the CIA, only to betray us all. My only regret is that he got away and left me to take the slack for what he did." He then straightens up and adjust his silk blue tie and breaths as if to calm himself. After a moment, he resumes conversation, this time back to his usual self.

"I was never a big fan of fighting. I preferred to blend in with people, talk my way through a mission. Let my enemies give me what I want instead of fighting for it." He parts his jacket to reveal a Glock 28, "But that's not to say I'm not trained and ready." He buttons back up and continues, "I was trained as a spy. To see through everyone and hide who I am. Looks as though we'll compliment each other perfectly, Mister- hey, did I ever catch your name?"

Smith laughs and says, "You seem to have a poor memory for a spy. Smith, Timothy K"

Ward's father knew of Director Chavez but never actually worked with him directly.

Has anyone heard from Natalie's player? No one else has come back with an character, and I haven't heard from that player as well.

I know it is running kind of slow with only the two of you, but I'm hoping for at least one or two more. I can certainly run it for just the two of you, but its up to you guys whether you want to keep with it.

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"Haha, yes indeed, Smith. I suppose anger really does cloud the mind. Do you have a codename?"

He then looks around the room and says, "I have been a NOC for so long, and they give me a new codename every time they have a new assignment so as to not let the opposition break my cover. And also for my comrades to treat me as one of the rest. Soldiers generally don't like spooks. I figure director Chavez will give me one if I need it. Six of one, half dozen of the other. Where have you operated out of before?"

Most of it's classified, but I've mainly been in Europe and the Americas. Did have one op in Australia, though. I only speak English, but I'm good at what I do, and can do accented English pretty well, so I stick to English-speaking places, or places where speaking it is at least not unexpected.

Hey sorry, didn't see that we started the gameplay thread, dotting!

Natalie enters the room, a bit later than everyone else. Life had hit a snag for her recently, that TV work that she had started auditioning for had ended up being her real career for a bit. While she was an aspiring cultural analyst and negotiator, whether in political or corporate situations, all that had dried up for a bit.

It actually took her some time to switch gears mentally, that the call she received was actually something involving her real career.

She enters the board room, full of grace and poise. Movements carefully practiced and trained in the mirror for months. If one associated her with Farrah Fawcett, it was by design. The woman was quite similar, blonde, stunning,and full in the bustline. Every nuance milked to make a good impression.

She folds a hand to her chest as she notes the two men in the room. "Excuse me, I ran unexpectedly late." She takes a seat at the table, equidistant, favoring neither of the others in the room.

Sense Motive:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

"Are you both in the dark about this as well then?"

As Natalie walks in, Ward's attention is immediately drawn to her. He adjusts his gem-studded cuffs and speaks up, his admirance and recognition apparent, but not suggestive of any ulterior motives. "Miss Burns, I had heard you were stationed here, but I wasn't aware I'd have the pleasure of meeting you. Though, it seems, we will be working together. Though who knows in this business what really goes on? None of us know what's going on, or who might walk through that door next. My name is Ward. Jason 'The Snake' Ward. Perhaps you've heard of me as well?"

As if to answer for her, a man walks into the room. He is in his fifties, graying side burns and a bald pate. Think Patrick Stewart He is wearing a gray tweed suit and has an identification badge hanging from his left chest pocket, but the documents he is holding is covering up the name.

"Not everyone knows of your history, Mr. Ward and I am certain Ms. Burns is one of those not in the know. As for being in the dark, well, if you're not used to that by now, why are you working for us?" He raises an eyebrow at Natalie before continuing.

"Those files in front of you contain your complete dossiers. Everything you've done prior to joining the Company and everything since. They came to me this morning as top candidates for a special project that top brass is cooking up. You can congratulate yourselves later. Your first assignment arrived shortly after those did. Ms. Harris?"

The woman that had been serving water and sorting some files looks up and nods at the man speaking. She turns on the projector and a picture of what looks to be a group of individuals huddled around some sort of object comes up on the screen.

"That is a team of civilian scientists sent into Afghanistan a few months ago to study an object that was found buried in the sands there. This was right before the DPRA decided to ask for Soviet help in shutting down Moujihadeen rebels. They had still been communicating back here up until two weeks ago. Any further attempts to communicate with them through standard channels have failed. That's where you come in.", he pauses, as if for effect. "We need to find them. They have information that is vital to our operations in the area. Your primary mission will be to rescue the information, in whatever form it takes. If you can rescue the scientists, all the better. You're going to be transported to Pakistan to meet with Abdul al-Salahar, our contact in the ISI. He will tell you what he can. From there, it is up to you. Questions so far?"

"Well, Sir, I will be needing three new cover identities for use in this area. I have a feeling my usual ones might not cut it. But that's nothing new, of course. I'll need to secure a new safehouse and boat, if we'll be near the coast, that is. So, with the usual formalities out of the way, I think I'm good for now. The mission file should be enough for me."

When the door opens, at first Smith snaps to attention thinking it may be Chavez but as the blonde woman walks in he relaxes a bit, but still shows the courtesy due, stands up and nods.

He then says, "Just got into town myself, ma'am."

When Chavez walks in, he nods to him as well and sits down and pulls his Gerber Mk2 knife out his ankle sheath and cuts the ribbons on the files and then opens the mission critical documents, to peruse and annotate as the director speaks.

To the question of questions Smith asks, "Al-Salahar, sir, what kind of man is he? How long has he been working for the ISI?"

Smith then says, "More importantly we are going to need horses and tribal clothing. Unless we want our cover to be Soviet soldiers. Ms. Burns, is it, I think I heard Ward say your name, do you speak Russian or Farsi? By the way, my name is Smith, Timothy K, Ma'am"

The Director nods. "That's where the special project part comes in. This is off the books. Once you leave this room, you no longer exist. Which means no back up and very little support. Al-Salahar will get you started. He's lifetime ISI, one of their senior directors, from what we're told. He's got an in with the local rebels in Afghanistan. It will be up to you to establish your Yellow Brick Road. We will monitor the situation as we can, and provide what we can through ISI, but officially, we aren't there. Take a good look at those dossiers of yours. After you leave, no one will never see them again. Ms. Harris? Their travel documents please. Unless there is anything else? ", he stops to wait for further questions.

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Smith says, "Director Chavez, may I run downstairs to our tailors and get myself an East German officer's uniform and documents before I leave so as to have a back up cover, just in case we need to E&E. Obviously with the right stamps and the like. We can sew them to the inside lining of my grip"

" you will have a short amount of time to grab a few things before you leave."

all that stuff will be gathered during the mission gear pick phase

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Natalie is quite taken aback by the situation at hand, as she takes a moment to look at her own file, however the mission charged to this new team is simply incredible.

I do have cultural focus for Asia, so this should be right.

She nods softly " I've studied the areas in question, yes, and while I'd never fit in as a local, I should be able to communicate enough with them in order to get the basics done."

Totally need a dossier on these guys if it doesn't come with the mission, as well as any high-ranking possible enemies in the area.

Natalie looks a bit wary, "And in the event of a successful mission? " It was evident that the idea of having her total history erased was distressing.

"A successful mission means we move on to the next phase of this project. "

if you guys are ready, we will move on to the gear pick phase.

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Smith nods in agreement, "The Soviets do not have a reputation for packing it in so quickly."

I am ready for the gear pick phase.

Note that my cover identites are granted from a class ability, and not oicked on the gear phase. But yeah, let's move on.

I am going to probably need help in this part of things! Feel free to suggest ideas to me. Does anyone else believe getting some dossiers of the major players may be a good choice if we don't get em in the mission packet?

I am going to have you guys do the mission gear picks in the discussion thread, as I feel it is more appropriate there, unless you think otherwise. I will post the Mission Gear they will provide, it is up to you guys if you want it. The Mission is Caliber II. Remember there is an XP bonus if you don't take it.

Director Chavez looks at all of you. Satisfied that you are as ready as you're going to be, he gives you a key. "This unlocks a locker downstairs with a few things in it, including your travel papers. I suggest you take what you can and use it wisely. Good luck. Ms. Harris?"

At the mention of her name, the woman gathers up all of your dossiers and takes them with her, falling into step with the Director as he leaves.

Smith makes his way downstairs and picks up the gear he thinks would be appropriate for a mountainous desert in the middle of winter.

February 12, 1980, 0650 hours local
Boeing 707 en route to Kabul, Pakistan.

This is the last flight of what seemed like an entire lifetime just to cross to the other side of the world. For the most part, getting through customs was fairly easy, as most of your special equipment was stowed in Red Cross Medical Supply Crates, stored below the plane. Some of it will be awaiting your arrival in Kabul. So will Abdul al-Salahar according to your mission documents.

As you have been going over the mission in your heads, possibly reading the dossiers you have, you come to realize that this is not a training op. The Company expects you to succeed. Period. As that dawns on you, you notice that the plane suddenly makes a rather sharp turn for a commercial liner, dipping the wings well past the usual 5 degree limit. As this happens, the Buckle Safety Belts light comes on and the oxygen masks come down from the overhead storage.

Something is happening...

Feel free to post prior activities or conversations during your flight...

"...so then he grabs a knife and sta-" Suddenly the plane makes a sharp turn, ending his discussion in the process. He takes a look out the window, This shouldn't be happening. Are we above water? How far up are we?

Kabul is in Afghanistan... do you mean Karachi

He listens to Ward and thinks about his own missions and the braai of springbok he had just before he left Rhodi.. and then the plane makes the turn and in his head goes back to Benning in 1969 when he went through jump school... He was just a rookie trooper surely shook with....

He then says to man known to give out refreshments..."Steward, what is going on?"

Natalie looks rather pale during the flight, torn between being put at ease by Jason's stories, or seeing herself in those situations.

She ensures her seat belt is buckled up tightly for the third time, remaining painfully silent for the moment.

Karachi, yes. It was a late night for me. As the plane continues to list to the left, the steward, attempting to look less panicked than the passengers around you, only shakes his head as he tries to use the seats to crawl towards the cockpit. Even as the screaming and yelling begins to rise into a crescendo, a quick look outside shows you that you are somewhere high over the desert, and one of the aircraft's ailerons seems to be stuck.

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I'm seeing stress damage come into play early!

Natalie lowers her head, after glancing out of the window for a moment. "[b]Oh no...no no no....{/b]" She starts whiteknuckling her seat as she wonders if parachuting is something you need to be trained in.

"Smith, we should grab all ghe parachutes and attach them to the jeep right now. Nat, you seem really scared, maybe you should bring all out luggage to the jeep, so you don't focus too much on the dangerous stunt I have devised."

She lies, "No...No I'm alright." Regardless, she unbuckles her seatbelt, steadies herself in the aisle, and does exactly that, just in case.

Unless of course the flight is bad enough to warrant checks vs falling down or such

She says incredulously, "I just can't believe this is happening."

Aren't we on a commercial airliner? What about the rest of the people?

Dexterity check to get to the cockpit, if need be 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

You guys are on a commercial airliner, a Boeing 707 to be exact. Your jeep and some of your stuff will meet you on the ground. Natalie needs to make Dex check as well.

As Timothy starts moving towards the cockpit, passing through multiple terrified civilians, the steward ahead of him starts attempting to open the cockpit door. After a brief moment, he starts pounding on it. "What's going on in there?! Open up!"

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Realizing he doesn't have a ride. Jason stays in his seat.

Timothy walks up to the steward and says, "What in the Sam hell is going on here?"

To the pilot, "Open the damned door or you're gonna get everyone killed!!!!"

He tries to peel the door open either smash or power lifting 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

apologies for the misinterpretation

Shaking her head to clear the suspense from her noggin. Natalie notes Timothy investigating the situation ahead. She steadies herself on the seats near her, as she moves forward to assist Timothy if he needs it.

Dex 1d20 ⇒ 8

The steward just shakes his head, looking helpless. He moves out of the way as Timothy prepares to kick down the door. One swift kick later, the door collapses in on itself. The cockpit view is a bit disorienting, but Tim immediately notices that all three pilots are either unconscious or dead. .

Natalie has trouble making it forward and collapses into the lap of a very surprised older man.

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She tumbles headfirst into someone's lap, then pulls herself up and away, managing a meek smile of apology that probably made the gent's day...and a thwap from his wife.

The fact that the door was forced to be kicked open was disturbing, as she continued forward.

sure hope someone has Medicine or piloting! Probably explains why SBM was saying 'good chance of piloting more than driving here!' ;)

Smith grabs the in board intercom system and says, "Anyone on this plane a doctor? If so please come to the front of the plane." using his morale skill 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

He then grabs the stick to try and keep the plane steady until someone reports to the cockpit. Drive 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

He puts on the headset to communicate with ground control and says, "Mayday, mayday, we are heading in... direction, our pilots are unconscious please assist!" reading a compass heading should be easy for him

Jason makes his way to the cockpit. Once inside, he pushes out everyone besides Nat and Smith. Dex Check: 1d20 ⇒ 3