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Offline eladio fernandez

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The Well of Evil - A Dust 1947 battle report
« on: September 24, 2020, 04:20:10 PM »
"Dzień dobry dowódco" - The man in British army uniform turned at the salute, and a frank smile spread across his face as he recognized the young lieutenant. - "Dzień dobry poruczniku Marek". But don't ask me to continue; my Polish is reduced to saying hello and thanking! - argued the commander.

Marek also smiled as he received from his officer the sealed envelope with the secret orders to carry out today with his Desert Scorpions squad. Following the instructions given there, at sunset his units were deployed around what seemed to him a simple well, but which was actually the entrance to a newly discovered archaeological site in Uruk, an ancient city in Mesopotamia. Located in the province of Muntafiq in the present Iraq.

The well at the site had actually been rediscovered, since Axis archaeologists had been working on it before the war, but the conflict had forced them to abandon it hastily and apparently despite themselves.
For some reason, which commander Beauregard refrained from commenting, the site was of paramount strategic value and must be protected at all costs. To himself he wondered what he and his unit were doing wasting time with the custody of ancient junk covered in sand and no value for the victory.



Marek had a squad of his loyal desert scorpions soldiers, an unorthodox unit made up of various nationalities and experts in quick deep infiltrations into enemy territory. To reinforce the perimeter they had added a combat unit of the US American Marines, with enough firepower to deal with even the fearsome gorillas of the Blutzkreutz, if necessary. And just in case Corporal Schrödinger had been brought in with his Bren Carrier modified with a heavy machine gun.



Marek found the night dull and long. The appearance of mysterious silhouettes outlined on the horizon at sunset over the Oasis made him change his mind immediately. But the figures looming in the distance didn't look like soldiers, or at least normal soldiers. They were women, dressed in black kaftans and their faces covered by hijab. But there was something in their attitude that betrayed their violent intentions, an image reinforced by the sight of the obsolet but still deadly Bergmann MP18 submachine guns that they carried in their hands.



Marek immediately ordered Schrödinger to take forward positions to evict those women from the palm grove. He was not going to take risks even if he did not know who were they and what were their intentions. The determined Belgian corporal took off immediately, rattling the Bren Carrier in the evening silence. Marek was satisfied.


 
But to his amazement a second group of women had emerged in the palm grove furthest to the right of his defense perimeter. Their clothes were a bit more colorful but they wore the same weapons so he was not going to doubt their intentions either.



The Bren Carrier 50 caliber broke the silence with its staccato by opening fire on the first group of women. But the coverage of the palm grove prevented a precise fire. Marek cursed and readied himself to order his squads of Scorpions to support the advance of the Carrier. He had not finished carrying out his orders when a new sound invaded the place ... the sound of an engine made him turn his head towards the horizon.



“What the hell! ” -He cursed. - What is a Automitrailleuse du Combat doing here ?! He did not expect reinforcements from the Free French units fighting alongside the allies but the paint scheme and markings on the hull of the Schneider P16 were unfamiliar.


 
The detachment were facing a full-blown attack with armor support. He must take the initiative immediately and not doubt about the offensive ability of his unique opponents.



Marek decided that he was not going to take the raid lightly and immediately headed for the nearby palm grove for cover and to halt any possible advance on the right flank.
The lieutenant was armed with one of the new Phaser rifles, a technological marvel adapted on the structure of a Bren machine gun with destructive firepower. But the move and coverage prevented him from causing any harm to those mysterious women.



If there were any doubts about the intentions of their opponents, they were immediately cleared when the machine gun of the half-track opened fire on the Bren Carrier.
The sudden arrival of the armored vehicle made the shot imprecise and the bullets did not reach the British vehicle, but Corporal Schrödinger took good account of it to repel the newcomer as soon as possible with his weapons.



The squad of Desert Scorpions was the best prepared to stop that steel thing, so without hesitation they charged against it, throwing the charges against the vehicle.



Just one hit but it was enough to destroy the war machine that was engulfed in flames with its mysterious crew trapped inside.



The men let out shouts of joy as they contemplated the destroyed vehicle but their joy turned to surprise because as if it were a magical apparition in front of them an attractive and seductive female figure emerged. In the eyes of those men it seemed like one of those huries that populated the tales of the Thousand and One Nights and for a moment the din of combat was stopped and forgotten.



What followed was an unexpected whirlwind of death, pain, crying, and panic wrapped in the sudden rusty smell of freshly spilled blood. On the ground lay two of the soldiers who, perhaps blinded by the beauty of a mysterious woman, did not know how to react in time to the attack of that masterfully handled dagger.



"Putain immonde !!!” - Prisoner of anger at seeing his comrades fallen, Corporal Schödinger pressed the trigger of the 50 caliber with force and a whirlwind of lead fell on that sinister figure.



The large-caliber impacts tore through her from side to side, stripping her of all vestige of life. And suddenly an unbearable stench arising from the remains of that figure invaded everything. As if his insides were rotten and he had never possessed a healthy body.



The vision of that death tore a war cry from the throats of the female warriors of the palm grove who launched the attack, imbued with rage and with a thirst for revenge, charging at the executioner of what seemed to have been their leader.



Schödinger was not afraid of them despite the fury of those women and did not give much importance to their onslaught but suddenly one of them threw a bottle that he was carrying hidden between his clothes and immediately everything was enveloped in a destructive whirlwind of flames that ended with his vehicle and theirs lives.



While these events were unfolding, on the right flank, the Marines squad had not stood idly by and advanced to end the threat posed by the second unit of female warriors.



The firing of so many automatic weapons, the BAR, the 30 caliber Browning and even the bullets of the Grease Gun in the hands of the sergeant gave a good account of those women.





Once again, revenge was added to the fanaticism of those mysterious figures who opened fire with their small arms on the American Marines.



They could not finish them off, but two of their comrades were bleeding on the ground.



Turning to face the new threat, the Marines returned fire.





And the sole survivor suffered the wrath of the Desert Scorpions.





The noise of gunfire and fighting had ceased, and only the lament of the wounded remained. The raid had been repelled.
Marek walked among the corpses of those women who, imbued with atrocious fanaticism, had killed many of his men. Who were they? He had no news that the Axis troops had this class of combatants among their members. Also, there were those necklaces that they wore on their chests, a twisted effigy whose sight suddenly caused him to retch and a feeling of fear like he had never suffered before.
Those symbols seemed familiar to him in some way, he had seen them before, but where? And as if by magic the memory came to his head and he directed his gaze towards that sinister and dark well that was behind him. That abandoned place that they had entrusted to protect and whose walls were covered with the same symbols that the warriors wore on their necklaces. A well of Evil!


Offline clandaith

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Re: The Well of Evil - A Dust 1947 battle report
« Reply #1 on: September 25, 2020, 03:18:04 PM »
Great battle report.  I love the narrative of it.  Looking forward to seeing more reports.

Offline FlyXwire

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Re: The Well of Evil - A Dust 1947 battle report
« Reply #2 on: September 26, 2020, 02:04:11 PM »
Well.....pretty evil-looking game!  :-*

Offline eladio fernandez

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Re: The Well of Evil - A Dust 1947 battle report
« Reply #3 on: September 27, 2020, 09:03:05 AM »
Thank you!

We will be on the lookout for the uprising of the cultists and their revenge!

Offline Weird WWII

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Re: The Well of Evil - A Dust 1947 battle report
« Reply #4 on: October 25, 2020, 07:34:39 PM »
Great stuff!  Linked it over at Weird WWII for all those weird war weirdos to check out too!

http://www.weirdwwii.com/2020/10/the-evil-well.html

What's next?
Brian
« Last Edit: November 20, 2020, 07:47:47 AM by Weird WWII »
Keep it WEIRD!

Offline eladio fernandez

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Re: The Well of Evil - A Dust 1947 battle report
« Reply #5 on: October 28, 2020, 12:09:19 PM »
Thank you for your compliments!!!  ;)

And now, a brief teaser of the next chapter of the campaign, enjoy...


Offline leadfool

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Re: The Well of Evil - A Dust 1947 battle report
« Reply #6 on: November 04, 2020, 08:05:02 AM »
Nice special effects.
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Offline wolivant

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Re: The Well of Evil - A Dust 1947 battle report
« Reply #7 on: November 08, 2020, 10:41:59 PM »
..inspiring, cheers, it looked like a great game.

Thanks for the share.

regards

Wolt

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Re: The Well of Evil - A Dust 1947 battle report
« Reply #8 on: November 13, 2020, 08:25:07 PM »
DUST is an underappreciated game.

 

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