PMC Anon defends an Appalachian Mining Town

Story Started Thread #4 https://desuarchive.org/k/thread/40307329/#40312194

I work in a PMC that gets hired to remove "problems", usually cults harrassing remote worksites
>We got hired by a company for a job out in the Appalaichians
>The job is in a small company town near a mine
>Town is actually pretty much on the mine
>the town we'll call "dwarf-town", because that's who's living there
>Company basically bought up an old mine and hired a bunch of Dwarves to make it profitable
>The problem
>the mine became operational a little under a year back
>no problem when setting the operation up
>a month back, however, some of the Dwarves started going missing
>usually while hunting, or getting firewood
>So we think oh, a nature cult that's encroaching on a mining operation ruining "muh nature." makes sense
>But they also started finding litter and the remains of camps in the surrounding wilderness
>Also animal barely used carcasses and destroyed undergrowth
>So not a nature cult
>eventually things escalated to company vehicles occasionally taking potshots to and from the mining operation
>even an IED was found on the access road
>the operation itself is not under attack, but the workers refuse to leave after finding one of their dead next to a shrine
>Morons didn't take any pictures or give any details of what the shrine was like
>maybe some group that's hates dwarfs or mines
>chaulk it as the mine being in some rando cult's "territory" for now
>Elfs and us "Woodsmen" will have to go out with a mage to find a shrine and figure the nature of the cult
>Bosses are having us drive up in some old slav-shit APCs on account of potshots being taken at inbound traffic
>Everyone a little more jittery, we're usually given more info going into a job
>dwarves are happy to go to a dwarf town at least

Anyone know any groups or races that fit this MO? Also are the Slav-shit APCs IED proof? Not sure which model these are.
Will post more in a bit, hopefully we don't get blown up.

[Anon1 replying to PMC]:
the later the model of the APC, the least you risk of blowing up on the spot, technically

[PMC replying to Anon]:
I'll put that down as a "no."
One of the mages say's he's going to do some magic when we get on the access road to just make the IEDs blow up. Hopefully that will work, but another mage rolled his eyes when he said that so confidence in mage #1 isn't very high.

[Anon2 replying to PMC's Original post]:
Yurocunt here, I'm not sure, but the only comparable thing that we have here is the Leshen, which is like a wendigo/skinwalker.
Maybe it's not a cult at all and just some malevolous spirit

[Anon2 replying to PMC's post about Mages]:
when dealing with mages, remember the Human v Elf Mage dilemma, the human one will bring more "firepower", but they'll be always like an RPG with a backblast that is never clear, while elven mages will be much more surgic in their attacks.
So you may want to take cover, lots of it, depending on which kind of mage you are dealing with

[PMC replying to Anon2]:
>when dealing with mages, remember the Human v Elf Mage dilemma
That's funny, you'll see why in a minute

>We hit the access road, Dwarf-town is an hour or so out
>All vehicles button up
>Mage #1 goes into a trance
>we'll call him 'H', because he's human, and because "he's a wizard"
>20ish minutes later; we're all on edge
>haven't taken any pot-shots, haven't blown up yet
>suddenly
BOOM
>all vehilces stop
>H starts coughing some smoke and soot
>Other mage, 'E' (because he is an elf) starts shaking his head
>Radio traffic heavy at first, all vehicles check in
>Lead vehicle:"GODDAMN THAT WAS CLOSE"
>Our Vehicle driver:"Good thing one of our mages set it off or we would've been scrambled eggs"
>H beams with pride through the soot on his face
>Lead vehicle:"WHAT? Why didn't he say he was doing that?"
>H's smirk disappears prepares to explain himself
>The commander in the lead vehicle doesn't give hime the time
>"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT WITHOUT CALLING IT IN?! FUCK WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, THE CONVOY IS STOPPED AND NOW A SITTING TARGET BECAUSE OF YOUR DUMBASS!!"
>H:"But the IE-"
>"YOU REALIZE THE DWARVES HAVE MODDED THE VEHICLES, RIGHT? DID YOU HONESTLY THINK HE BOSSES WOULD JUST SEND US UP HERE WITHOUT PROTECTION!?!"
>Well that explains why we're in Slav-Shit instead of something that's actually mine-proof. Should have known, the Dwarves mod pretty much all the company stuff.
>H just whimpers while the commander balls him out

Cont.

>Commander still balling H out
>"HELL, WHY AREN'T WE MOVING YET?"
>"I would, but there's a body past the blast area, sir"
>H looks fucking mortified
>E looks a little sympathetic, and explains to H why the body isn't his
>Of course, E is a high elf, meaning he does this in the most dickish way he could
>"H, if that person was killed by the IED there wouldn't be a body you dumbass"
>That's the gist of what he said anyway; what he actually said had way more Elvish, particularly "moron," "idiot" and "half-brained"
>E isn't actually that bad, but he's one of those people that can't help but be an asshole
>We retrieved the body and got confirmation that it wasn't H's fault
>Too far out from the IED firstly
>Secondly the dwarf had a nice big bullet wound to his head
>He'd been dead for a while, at least 12 hours
>later, 20 minutes out from the mine town
>We hit a couple other IED, Dwarf modded Slav-Shit plowed through no problem
>we start taking some shots
>Sporadic, like a shot every minute, maybe two guns firing
>.308 at most
>hits a vehicle a couple times, then shoots at next vehicle
>whoever is shooting doesn't understand what bullet-proofing is
>6 mins after the shooting started an APC returns fire with it's autocannon
>a couple others join in
>Cease fire ordered 4 mins later, no more shooting
>Make mental note to search that area around the road later
Still 5 mins out from town, will post more after main set up, and figure out what to do the the dwarf body.

[PMC replying to a post about a Recreational Sarin Gas Company that can airdrop canisters to you]:
They're pretty convenient for airdrop capacity; but we also have the dwarves fix the sub-par chinashit often too.

[PMC replying to Neumagh Anon where a major Character died]:
Fucking F man.

[PMC replying to Terror Anon]:
I wonder if we're gonna get more work as a result of your crusade.

>After the shootout the mood in our APC was much lighter
>Well except H, he knew the commander was still going to yell at him some more
>Should clarify H is new
>We make it to Dwarf-town
>Dwarf-town is like the town from "Dante's Peak", if the town only had two streets and most of the buildings were dwarf sized
>most
>apparently some other people live here
>even a regular sized bar
>Mine facilities surround the town, mixture of human and Dwarven machinery
>Town is surrounded by hills and one mountain
>our Dwarves get to work setting up our defenses and facilities
>We set up our tents
>lot's of trenches and covered walkways, so as not to be sniped
>can't do tunnels or full on dugouts because of the mine
>Dwarves take exception with this
>Commander and advisers meet with the town leadership
>come back and brief us
>apparently things got worse
>pot-shots are being taken at the town now
>most Dwarves just moved into the mine
>Other people only move outside after dark
>So our first job is to set up posts on the hills and deny them to the enemy
>us innawoods /k/ommandos and elf-bros get to sit on these positions and hold them while everyone else sets up
>briefing ends; dwarf-bros start arguing that they should be able to dig tunnels
>commander says no, says that the Dwarves will just tunnel into the mine to go hang with other Dwarves.
>meanwhile the elfs and I get to go reenact that one scene from Platoon
>It's even raining
> we still decide to swing by that one part of the road to see if the APCs actually killed anyone

Hopefully they'll set up quickly so I can get some down time; I want to see if there's a Dwarven gun store. I've heard their stuff is pretty well made and rugged, but haven't heard anything on the nature their enchanting.

alright, just finished with the debriefing but before I get to what we just did I really need to give you a quick rundown on the situation:
>tl;dr on the local history, the town anon is currently in has been into an endless series of land disputes with one of the nearby keebler villages ever since business started being profitable
>we're talking 90s Balkans levels of violence here
>anyway, back to the relevant story
>be me
>through a series of events end up in local militia because fuck those forest kikes
>be shooting the shit with buddy one day
>a little info this guy, he was working with some oil merchants who had a depot in town when the whole keeblering happened
>still helped us out from time to time, even "misplacing" a couple of fuel barrels on a few occasions
>the police has long since either joined our ranks or fucked off, good luck with the investigations
>dude is incredibly chill, always speaking in a calm manner it's almost creepy
>the topic eventually shifts to some rumors we heard about a possible upcoming offensive on the rootlicker village
>oilbro cracks up, bets his full giggle G3 (did I mention gun laws mean fuck all over here?) he can come up with a better plan than our officers
>laugh, bet my Type 56 he's full of shit
>dude up and leaves, says he "needs to prepare" or whatever
>wtf
>can't find him the next morning
>after having asked around it appears he left before sunrise
>wtf x2
>finally see him again driving through a checkpoint a week later, almost didn't recognize him at first
>he's covered head to toe in a hazmat suit he's fashioned into looking like a plague doctor costume
>and he's got what look like a couple of old scrolls with him
>upon inquiry, he reassures everyone not to "worry about the small details"
>crazy bastard
>that same evening he's walking into the forest while in that same hilarious getup, scrolls in hand
>call out to him but he doesn't hear, figure he's big enough to look after himself
>had his rifle too, so whatever
cont.

>it starts to get dark and he still hasn't come back
>know for a fact he isn't (entirely) retarded, but even then why the fuck did he wander into knife-ear territory at night?
>can't remember what radio frequencies he's usually on, try to send him a message in various channels only to get laughed at in response
>doesn't pick up his phone either
>suchislifeinthezone.crashreport
>only sign of life he gave was much later
>he sent a radio message to the militia's commander asking him to cut off the town's water supply
>went silent right after that, didn't even give any explanation
>the message got ruled out as a joke and ignored, the rest of the night was pretty much uneventful if not for a couple of leaf niggers trying to cross the wire
>still, nothing out of the ordinary
>the next morning all the water in town was fucking toxic
>and I mean really fucking toxic, the stench alone got us about 40 casualties in varying condition among civilians and paramilitary
>wtf x3
>eventually we did manage to get some water regularly trucked in, but we're still rationing it as the situation hasn't fully returned to normal
>what's even weirder is the conplete lack of tree faggot activity, they usually trip our alarms and harass patrols to keep us on edge
>but that day, nothing
>patrols also started reporting in a weird smell coming from the forest, in the bark munchers' village's direction
>mfw
>ffw another couple of days, oilbro is spotted leisurely walking back to town
>ask him what the fuck did he do to cause such a shitstorm, only get a puzzled look in response
>says he used those scrolls to take care of the village, apparently they had some pretty powerful spells in them
>why?
>"why not?"
>then asks for the gun he was promised
>mfw lost one of my favorite rifles because of a stupid bet
>mfw oilbro is now known as Nurgle
>mfw the madman gave the magic plague to half the forest and infected our water reservoir just for shits and giggles
cont?

I said all that just to give you some context to make any sense of the actual mission I just came back from, now here's what happened:
>yesterday
>militia needs volunteers for new assignment
>decide to join since they're actually offering some rewards and I could really use that extra water after what's happened
>the infected area has now been deemed safe enough to enter without specialized equipment, so the higher ups devised a recon mission
>the objective is simple: estimate the damage done and scout the surrounding area for enemy movement
>they even hired some helicopter pilots to get us in and out of the AO, how nice
>the gist of the plan is as follows:
>Alpha squad lands first, will provide fire support until Bravo has successfully infiltrated the berryslurper village and then commence observation on any possible enemy movement in the vicinity
>for that purpose, they've been issued drones (well, I guess two quadcopters fitted with trail cams technically count as such) to make their job easier
>Bravo squad will land right after Alpha and infiltrate the village to assess the situation and possibly look for any intel
>or so they said, but everyone is aware they're basically the cleanup crew
>jannies, if you will
>guess where anon got assigned to
>after picking up another rifle (Yugo M70 btw, this is slavshit country) meet up with the rest of the squad
>unsurprisingly, Nurgle is there as well
>less surprisingly, he's still in his spooky suit
>even less surprisingly, it's unclear if he ever got out at all
>oh well
>he's still nice enough to fill everyone in on the situation and offer us a MOPP kit for the mission
>well, a pseudo-MOPP kit
>alright, it's a fucking painter mask and a questionably waterproofed tarp
>better than nothing, right?
>greedy jew
>we pack up the last stuff and head for the helicopters
will continue later, right now I need a break

>we're airborne right before dawn, the choppers circle around the town to get us upwind to the elf village and then fly into the forest
>Alpha squad disembarks and spreads out, we keep in the air for a little while to hopefully spot any movement
>seems like we're alone though
>about 5 minutes later we land as well, right outside the bow aficionados' village
>Alpha squad starts laughing at our nigger-rigged protective equipment as soon as they see us dismount
>fucking gear queers
>a little banter is exchanged and then everyone gets to the actual work
>the fucking smell though
>even with the masks on, it still stinks worse than a shanty town in Delhi
>it keeps getting stronger the closer we get
>as we all hold back our urge to puke, Nurgle simply chuckles
>I now notice the how the gun in his hands looks exactly like the Type 56 I lost in my last bet with him
>and the first thing this guy did was swap the original handguard with some fagpul furniture
>reeeeeeee
>we finally get into the village and the first thing we notice is that nobody is there to greet us with an ambush
>well, except a few rotting bodies sprawled on the ground
>with all the ongoing decomposition going on and what appeared to be some sort of tumors on their throat, face and belly, they're barely recognizable as keeblers at this point
>can't even take their ears either
>bummer
>anyway, a perimeter is established, the village gets cordoned off and we get down our checklist of shit to do
>clear every house, find all the bodies, pile them up in the same spot to incinerate them, nothing special
>it's not a big place so we leave most of the team watching our backs while me, Nurgle and a third guy get it done with
>among the victims there's oddly a few humans too, though they were already too disfigured to tell who it was
>the weirdest part were the stains found on some of the houses, can't really tell what they were but it wasn't blood
>decide to grab what we can and torch the houses too
cont.

>spend the whole day taking pictures and grabbing what wasn't nailed down
>as time went on we were getting used to the stench too
>among the loot we found a couple of guns stashed away, surprisingly enough it doesn't look like they came from our town
>their small number and the meager amount of ammo they had makes us think they didn't intend to use them on us though
>their condition wasn't great to say the least, either
>still, they get a quick wipe with a rag we found and stuffed in one of the duffel bags we brought along just for this purpose
>grabbed some bows too, maybe we could make some money out of them
>anyway as we're done clearing the place, pull Nurgle aside and ask him what kind of spell was in those scrolls to make such a mess
>he shrugs, says he doesn't know either
>apparently he bought them off some shady dude in another town, the term "curse" may or may not have been included in their conversation, he can't recall
>o fug
>this isn't getting in the report
>as we're lighting the pyre he starts counting the bodies again
>are we missing anyone?
>"I think there were more of them the last time I was here"
>what
>suddenly our radio guy runs yelling to us, says to get a move on and join the others
>he got a message from Alpha squad, apparently they had a contact with... well, something, and they were falling back to our position
>shit
>what kind of bark munchers are we dealing with that they don't go down after being shot at several times?
>does this have anything to do with the infection?
>Nurgle shrugs again
>I'm almost starting to hate this guy
>we rush back to the rest of the team and immediately call for evac, the sun is about to set and we definitely don't have the equipment for a prolonged battle
>as a matter of fact, due to time constraints and the state of our logistics, our gear is barely good for a patrol
>almost end up shooting up the Alpha guys, they ran into us so fast they forgot to identify themselves
>they're visibly shaken
cont.

>a bit too shaken to even coherently explain what they ran into
>so we only know it's large, it's coming and it's not their dad's cock
>as cringe as that was, it seemed to lighten the mood a bit, so whatever
>half of their ammo is out, so we let them look after the rear and defend the radio guys and drone operators
>the choppers are almost done with the final checks, they'll be here in half an hour tops
>some good news at least
>the drones pick up a single signature about 500 metres northwest from our position
>can't really see anything in the bush though
>300 metres
>almost everyone is fumbling with their safety at this point, Alpha really pulled a number on us with their spookery
>200 metres
>the smell got significantly worse than what we felt when we arrived, a lot of the guys outright took off their masks to puke
>we really did not need this right now
>*SNAP*
>at this point we're all wishing that was the sound of us getting into a cringe compilation
>but the /k/ube did not listen to this prayer
>instead, we can now see a tall figure getting closer and breaking small trees out of its way
>couldn't really get a good look at it due to the stress and the fact it was dark, but the thing must have been at least 12 feet tall (using imperial system here to give you Ameribros an idea) and its flesh was all rotten
>if Alpha said it shrugged off all their fire, I would've believed them
>as soon as we saw it, the foxholes lit up with the muzzle flash of everyone magdumping in its face (or what looked like it, anyway)
>if we weren't desperately holding on for dear life I would have given that glorious display of ammunition expense a full 10/10
>it eventually slumps down and falls on the ground not even 50 metres from us
>the barrels of our MGs were glowing red and are probably smoothbore now
>we can hear the choppers coming
>we're about to let out the loudest cheer we can when Alpha starts screaming at us
>we turn around
>there's another four of them
>mfw
cont.

>they run towards us
>we run to the extraction point
>still, thanks to some miracle we were blessed with, it wasn't complete chaos
>everyone's almost dry but we still did try to cover each other as best as we could
>well, those who didn't freeze up and get mangled by those beasts, anyway
>like Alpha's radio guy, poor bastard
>we eventually arrive to the extraction point and start frantically jumping into the choppers
>some are begging the pilot to leave the others behind and take off immediately
>some are having a mental breakdown
>others are even too exhausted to do anything but flop on their seat
>and then there's Nurgle
>he's just sitting on the side of the helicopter with an open loot bag on his lap, while he's calmly loading a captured Garand and shooting the last rounds we have while occasionally giggling like a retard
>honestly I'm surprised how he even made it here with all that stuff
>eventually the helos take off as the beasts got too close but other than that we somehow managed to arrive back to base safely
>after landing at an impromptu decontamination zone and going through allvthat drill, we are then debriefed via some radio they left there and put into quarantine
>of the 18 people in total taking part in this mission, only 11 made it back alive (pilots included)
>the others are either KIA or presumed dead
and here I am typing all this story while I wait to get out of here, last I heard they got a hold of some mercenaries to firebomb the village
if shit settles down I'm considering leaving this place and joining some PMCs or work as a caravan guard, do you guys know of anyone hiring?

[Anon replying to PMC]:
Make sure you get your gun back and his G3 if you make it back alive. His plan certainly wasn't better.

[PMC responding to anon]
I did make it alive though, all of this happened the other day
as for the rifle, he can keep it, I already bought another AK for the last mission anyway and the dude even gave me an old school AR10 from the stash we captured to make up for it
I might still punch him next time I see him though

[Anon replying to PMC]:
That kind of shit is why I took an apprenticeship with a dwarf with rune tracing on the side, I just opened a gun shop, I do sell human small arms but I also do custom jobs with enchanting and general modification like dwarven finishing or strengthening.

I also just recently launched a line of rune-based optics, they attach using standard picatinny rail but have the form factor of a piece of rail cover sot they take no space at all, they are sturdier to. I’m working on a variable zoom version which should come out soon and a body heat powered laser pointer, to bad the fucking thing is a bitch to calibrate regarding output, last test trail nearly put me into hypothermia and fucked up the heat treat on one of my steel targets.

Anyway has anyone heard about the freakshow that recently went to the northern dwarf city ? They look like an advanced PMC but are clearly well versed in magic and summoning to, had business with them and was very satisfied since they paid good money for repairs and new finish for their arsenal but holly shit are they packing some heat, these goons could stage a fucking coup if they wanted judging by the stuff that passed in my hands.

[PMC responding to Anon]:
meh, this was one hell of a situation but it does get pretty fun sometimes, it's all in the little things
now, if only they let me out of here, quarantine fucking sucks


[The Next Thread]:
quarantine anon here, finally got some news on the situation
>the water reservoir is slowly returning to normal, they give it another month or so
>we got some new pics of the big niggers we encountered innawoods
>apparently each one of them was made of several humanoid-looking bodies held together by overgrown tumors
>also the one we blasted in the face was still flopping around, it even dragged itself into the village
>those things are probably vulnerable to fire though, we have no reports on them ever since the village got napalm'd
>still no fae to be seen in the tainted part of the woods
also, does anyone with expirience in operating innadeadlands know if it's normal to get a rash after exposure?
I seem to have a mild one on my chest, it doesn't itch though