{7}21|Blackdeath
21st May 2008, 07:50
For those of you who want something a little less demanding than Atow Operations I present the map that really made me see just how hard a mission can be. Which is sad because I made it. This map is for seriously skilled players and the it has only been beaten once out of the 100 -something players that have played it. This is no lie. But in celebration of me bringing this map out of my ArmA locker and reviving it, I give you the 805 Backstory. Just a little something I cooked up to put you in the mood for this mission. Keep in mind to see the ending you must play the mission. Which I will host on request. No one, I repeat NO ONE, has my permission to host or unpbo this mission. I say this due to the fact that it is my pride and is why I still make missions. So please do me that one little favor. Ok heres the story. Please forgive typos and any other errors etc.,etc.
January 15 2004, 2200 Hours
For those of you reading this I am most likely dead or pronounced dead. My name is John Repise and I am in the most elite detatchment of the US PMC, Blackwater. We are known only as the 805s. The US Goverment denies our very existence and sends us in when they can't handle a situation. It is on this day that the fate of our detatchment would be sealed. As Black Sun officialy got the green light we had 12 hours to pack our gear, say goodbye, and meet at PDX for our "private" jet. Private my ass think old school Cessna. Anyways that was 14 hours ago, and now here we are on a flight to the satan's asshole, Sahrani. Our detatchment consisted of Billy "Big Bill" Sutler, Jack "Little Jack" Sutler (Billy's younger brother), Carlos "Mad Mendez" Vitola, Buddy Sr. "Bud" Acks, Buddy Jr. "Bud Light" Acks (Buddy's Son), and me John "The Ripper" Repise. Dont ask about our nicknames we all kind of fell into them. Black Sun was meant to be simple capture and hold mission, we were told it would be over within the week. Got to love Washington, they have no idea that nothing is ever simple in war. Our target was the Paraiso Embassy, supposedly lightly guarded than none other than the Ruskies. When we were briefed we all knew deep down this would be our last ride out. We all knew this would be the end of the 805 story. And that is why I write this, in the dark, with a shitty pen and a good ol Maglite. Looks like were rolling out.
April 2 2004, 1200 Hours
Heavy fighting continues to block our path. We have made it to Cayo. Not much farther now. We helped a group of US soldiers separated from their company, pinned down by 2 T-72s. When we got done they asked where we were going and when we told them they all shared a look of sympathy and fear. They knew. We all knew. That that Embassy was going to be hell and nothing but. As we moved towards Somato a sniper pinned us down shot Big Bill in his leg. We all took cover but Little Jack ran out to try and help and his brother, and sadly was shot directly in his right eye. We tried to tell Jack that he was baiting us but Bill didn't even drop to the ground by the time Jack was at his side. We all saw the horrifying red mist. After disposing of the sniper and patching Bill up all was silent. No one talked. When we all headed to our tents, I saw Bill grabbing his Beretta. I thought he was just going to sleep with it. Later that night we all heard a single shot. Bill had shot himself. We are now down 2 men and morale couldn't be any lower if we tried. We covered up Bill and Jack and took them to the US Cayo HQ where we told them to send them home. There was a moment of silence all around the HQ. No one had ever heard of an 805 being killed let alone 2. I guess our immortality was just something like us. Something that didn't exist.
October 31 2004, 0800 Hours
We finally seized Somato. Fucking 10 months of fighting and what we have to show for it is a shit hole. It seems like every Ruskie we kill 2 more pop up. Washington told us a light Red Army prescence was to be expected. Light my fucking ass. Theres more Russians here than there are in Russia. Its like they knew we were coming. But oh well I guess its just paranoia.
June 4 2005, 1800 Hours
There we were. Standing on the south edge of Paraiso, looking into the town that would kill us. We could hear the rumble of armor and officers barking orders. It was going to be a long 6 months. As we headed back to Somato we hung our heads in disbelief that the country we have served for a decade would send us in to a no way out mission. But somehow I think we knew that this wasn't coindence. Washington was always scared of our skill and always cut into our funds and operations with red tape when they could. Yet who was their to bail them out in times of hardship? Us. Oh well. Time to check our gear and make our last phone call to the outside world and prepare for death.
Augu-[The rest is illegible]
November 22 2005, 2400 Hours
After almost 5 months of fire fights, RPGs, and IEDs, we have cleared us a route to the Embassy. Now all we have to do is hold it until January 1 when those pricks up in DC can send in the Marines to finish our job. Although we knew that we would never see that day, or any of 2006 for that matter. SLA has been tracking us since we landed. Their main force is quickly moving in from the north. We finally have a a moment of peace. A moment that is almost to serene to all of us. Everything just kind of fades away and all seems like it will be okay. Then we all snap back and set up our defenses for the fight of our life. We all shake hands one last time and give a moment of silence to Bill and Jack. Then we got in position and waited. Our fate shall be decided soon. And the 805s shall live in infamy.
January 15 2004, 2200 Hours
For those of you reading this I am most likely dead or pronounced dead. My name is John Repise and I am in the most elite detatchment of the US PMC, Blackwater. We are known only as the 805s. The US Goverment denies our very existence and sends us in when they can't handle a situation. It is on this day that the fate of our detatchment would be sealed. As Black Sun officialy got the green light we had 12 hours to pack our gear, say goodbye, and meet at PDX for our "private" jet. Private my ass think old school Cessna. Anyways that was 14 hours ago, and now here we are on a flight to the satan's asshole, Sahrani. Our detatchment consisted of Billy "Big Bill" Sutler, Jack "Little Jack" Sutler (Billy's younger brother), Carlos "Mad Mendez" Vitola, Buddy Sr. "Bud" Acks, Buddy Jr. "Bud Light" Acks (Buddy's Son), and me John "The Ripper" Repise. Dont ask about our nicknames we all kind of fell into them. Black Sun was meant to be simple capture and hold mission, we were told it would be over within the week. Got to love Washington, they have no idea that nothing is ever simple in war. Our target was the Paraiso Embassy, supposedly lightly guarded than none other than the Ruskies. When we were briefed we all knew deep down this would be our last ride out. We all knew this would be the end of the 805 story. And that is why I write this, in the dark, with a shitty pen and a good ol Maglite. Looks like were rolling out.
April 2 2004, 1200 Hours
Heavy fighting continues to block our path. We have made it to Cayo. Not much farther now. We helped a group of US soldiers separated from their company, pinned down by 2 T-72s. When we got done they asked where we were going and when we told them they all shared a look of sympathy and fear. They knew. We all knew. That that Embassy was going to be hell and nothing but. As we moved towards Somato a sniper pinned us down shot Big Bill in his leg. We all took cover but Little Jack ran out to try and help and his brother, and sadly was shot directly in his right eye. We tried to tell Jack that he was baiting us but Bill didn't even drop to the ground by the time Jack was at his side. We all saw the horrifying red mist. After disposing of the sniper and patching Bill up all was silent. No one talked. When we all headed to our tents, I saw Bill grabbing his Beretta. I thought he was just going to sleep with it. Later that night we all heard a single shot. Bill had shot himself. We are now down 2 men and morale couldn't be any lower if we tried. We covered up Bill and Jack and took them to the US Cayo HQ where we told them to send them home. There was a moment of silence all around the HQ. No one had ever heard of an 805 being killed let alone 2. I guess our immortality was just something like us. Something that didn't exist.
October 31 2004, 0800 Hours
We finally seized Somato. Fucking 10 months of fighting and what we have to show for it is a shit hole. It seems like every Ruskie we kill 2 more pop up. Washington told us a light Red Army prescence was to be expected. Light my fucking ass. Theres more Russians here than there are in Russia. Its like they knew we were coming. But oh well I guess its just paranoia.
June 4 2005, 1800 Hours
There we were. Standing on the south edge of Paraiso, looking into the town that would kill us. We could hear the rumble of armor and officers barking orders. It was going to be a long 6 months. As we headed back to Somato we hung our heads in disbelief that the country we have served for a decade would send us in to a no way out mission. But somehow I think we knew that this wasn't coindence. Washington was always scared of our skill and always cut into our funds and operations with red tape when they could. Yet who was their to bail them out in times of hardship? Us. Oh well. Time to check our gear and make our last phone call to the outside world and prepare for death.
Augu-[The rest is illegible]
November 22 2005, 2400 Hours
After almost 5 months of fire fights, RPGs, and IEDs, we have cleared us a route to the Embassy. Now all we have to do is hold it until January 1 when those pricks up in DC can send in the Marines to finish our job. Although we knew that we would never see that day, or any of 2006 for that matter. SLA has been tracking us since we landed. Their main force is quickly moving in from the north. We finally have a a moment of peace. A moment that is almost to serene to all of us. Everything just kind of fades away and all seems like it will be okay. Then we all snap back and set up our defenses for the fight of our life. We all shake hands one last time and give a moment of silence to Bill and Jack. Then we got in position and waited. Our fate shall be decided soon. And the 805s shall live in infamy.