Eternity is really long, especially near the end - FK & CF vs Cap&Tab

[FeurerKrieg]

Hi all - this AAR will in some way follow the activities of a game that Cuttlefish (his Hibiki-ness), and I have taken over from John 3rd.

Since it is running opposite of Cap Mandrake's great AAR, and since we can no longer read that one, I intend to take a rather less serious approach to this AAR than I usually do. I'm hoping Cuttlefish can throw us some of his narrative genius now and then as well, since he doesn't get to write comedy very much in his other well known AAR.

Of course I can't come anywhere near Cap Mandrake's writing, but who cares. I'm here to have fun. [:D]

I think John had an AAR for this game at one time. I'll see if I can dig up the link and post it here. Anyone following Mandrake's AAR should have a good idea of what's happening.

And no entrance allowed to either of those two Allied guys I mentioned above.

First post coming up...


EDIT: Here's John's original AAR: tm.asp?m=1176064

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Saigon, February 13th, 1943 -

General Kawabe, Burma Area Army - Attention please, here is our new leader, General Feurer Krieg.

Gen FK - Listen up, men. Burma is in rough shape. I'd prefer no more suicides as we will need every available body in the upcoming struggle. My staff and I have laid out a plan to regain the initiative in the Burma theater and I will go over the details with you now.

FK starts waving a pointer at some maps on the wall.

Gen FK - Okay, so, these 12 soldiers at Victoria Point are going to set up a roadblock to stop this Indian Division from moving south. Shortly, another 22 soldiers will arrive to help.

Gen Terauchi (Southern Area Army) - Excuse me, General? How many men are in the Indian Division?

Gen FK - Recon indicates approximately 10,000 enemy troops. Don't think about the odds, we have a job to do. The next step in our plans.... (FK continues on with other far fetched and crazy ideas while some of those present whisper to each other)

Gen Hata (Chinese Expeditionary Army) - Say, Gen Kawabe, what is with this new General? Doesn't he seem rather....pale?

Gen Kawabe (BAA) - Yes, I was noticing that as well. His name sounds German. I wonder why he is not Japanese?

Gen Terauchi (SAA) - I think it is because the Emperor wants someone with fresh ideas, so he asked Hitler to send a new theater commander for us.

Gen Hata (CEA) - Rubbish. I think he is probably a Japanese citizen from before the war, but the Academies are getting so desperate for leaders, that they are sending non-native Japanese into Officer School.

Gen Kawabe (BA) - Maybe he was rescued from the British and has now been commissioned into the IJA?

The usually quiet, but very insightful, L. General Shimomura of the Northern Chinese Area Army speaks up to the other three.

LGen Shimomura (NCAA) - You are all wrong. Gen FK is here because of a far more interesting phenomenon.

All three Generals - What?

Shimomura - The Leader Bug.

[FeurerKrieg]

Three men sit playing cards on a table outside a small building at an overgrown airfield. One man runs out of cards and happily takes the other mens' money.

A slovenly officer approaches the men.

Major Yamagata, 3rd Transport Chutai: Hey, someone in high command seems to think you guys should do more than play Fan-Tan for the Army. Pack up and prepare to fly out. We're heading to Hanoi.

Pilot #1: Hanoi? Fly? What? You've had too much sake, why would we get orders? We are a transport Chutai, we haven't received orders for over a year!

Pilot #2: Yea, I can't even remember the last time we started the birds up. And they expect us to make three hops in three days?

Yamagata: Hey, I don't make the orders, I just follow them. At least it will be warmer there. Now get moving, and get all the contraband out of the planes - I think we might be hauling some officers out of Akyab, and I don't feel like spending the rest of the war in jail.

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A Topsy transport, similar to that flown by the 3rd Transport Chutai[/center]

[Alikchi2]

I'm especially eager to read this and see your take on the situation sir! If you can salvage Burma I'll be amazed.

[FeurerKrieg]

Yea, so will I!

Salvaging Burma is really a secondary goal at this point. The primary one being to not lose Indochina and Malaya! [X(]

[FeurerKrieg]

Lots of arrows, but lots of stuff needs to happen. Try to gather in Mandalay, and then depending on situation, fight out to the south, or crawl through the jungle. Maybe, if the stars align, we'll be able to stay and try to hold a frontline at Mandalay, or recapture Rangoon once it falls. That bottom arrow on the map should be red, not yellow. I'm too tired to fix it. [:)]

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[modrow]

Glad to see that a) this game continues and b) now we have two story-telling AARs covering both views on this war. I'm hooked to this AAR already, quite amusing scenes you wrote so far. I hope you will be able to scrap together enough time to keep this up !

Thanks [&o]

Hartwig

[FeurerKrieg]

Thanks hartwig! I hope I can keep it up as well. I'm eager to see what Cuttlefish can come up with. His 'drama' of Hibiki is so excellent, I'm sure he'll provide us some decent writing here as well. No pressure or anything... [:D]

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Saigon, February 13th, 1943

Messenger: Sir, Colonel Okamoto of 123rd IJA Base Force near Victoria Point reports 4 of his men have become disable due to illness, most likely malaria.

Gen FK: Four men? That's nothing. Given the magnitude of the problems we are currently facing, I don't want to hear about losses unless they are at least 15% of unit stength.

Messenger: Uh, sir, four men of twelve is a 33% casaulty rate.

Gen FK: Hmm, well. I'll need to do something about this. Stand by to dictate a directive to all units in theater.

[AdmNelson]

Every transport plane the Japanese have will soon be in IndoChina.

[FeurerKrieg]

Indeed, although there seems to be some intra-Chutai disputes on the horizon...

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February 13th, 1943, Dusk, Nielson Airfield, near Manilla.

A clean cut, fine example of an aviation office stands reviewing his orders. Two Kempeitai officers approach him.

Kemp #1: Major Maska! Please come with us!

The three men approach a Ki-57 aircraft in immaculate condition. There are some crates on the ground beside it.

Kemp #1: Major Maska, is this your plane?

Maska: Of course it is, you know my unit is the 6th Transport Chutai.

Kemp #2: Then we must arrest you for possession of illegal goods from our enemy America.

Maska: What are you talking about? I have the finest unit in Army Air Force! (By the looks of his uniform and planes, he was probably correct).

Kemp #1: These crates were found in your plane, therefore they were clearly being transported for smuggling by you or your men.

Kemp #2: Besides, it is common knowledge that all officers in the transport division have some reason for being stuck there. Perhaps you were busted for smuggling before, eh, Major?

Maska: Nonsense! I am one of the best examples of an IJA Aviation Officer there is! Look at this uniform!

Kemp #1: Oooh, sure thing Major. Maybe you can afford a whole staff to keep your planes and uniform looking so good with the money you are making from smuggling!

Kemp #2: Just admit to hauling this whiskey and we can be done with this. You get a reprimand, but you know that is probably it. What did you do to end up in a transport? Did you speak improperly to your CO's daughter?

Maska: No! I will not have anything blemish my record! Look at these medals? Would some common officer have medals like these?

Kemp #1: You probably bribed someone, lousy smuggler.

Kemp #2: Fine - we won't haul you off now, but this discovery will be noted and you can explain yourself to Lt Gen Nobe at 3rd Air Division HQ, since you are under his command now.

Kemp #1: Yea, you'll get to fly for a little while you lucky bastard. 3rd Air Div is stuck in Rangoon at the moment. Maybe you'll get lucky and evacuate Nobe yourself before he demotes you.

Kemp #2: Ha - smuggler. (To Kemp #1)Come on, lets get this whiskey back to the HQ.

Major Maska was indeed an impressive officer. He may well have been a great leader in the fighter or bomber ranks. His military loyalty was second to none. Unfortunately he was fated with a major obstacle to his dreams of being the greatest aviator in Japan. He is a narcoleptic.

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Nielson Field[/center]

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February 13th, 1943, Nielsen Airfield

Major Maska: I can promise you this is because of that stupid Yamagata over at 3rd Chutai. That was his damn whiskey, not ours. He's no better than pond scum. Look at his unit! Their pilots are so fat, the planes can barely take off even when they are empty!

Cpt Inoue: I'm sure you are correct, sir.

Maska: Why the hell didn't you check the cargo bay in our plane?!

Inoue: Sir, we took off quickly, and as you know I cannot leave you at the controls unattended due to your...condition.

Maska: Bah, you still should have checked. We could have left this mess back in Mukden where it belongs. The nerve of those slobs! The don't even deserve to be army pilots!

Inoue: We haven't been in action for over a year, sir. Do you really think such adherance to the regulations is needed in the transport corp?

Maska: Listen you, this might not be such a big deal for you, but this is my life. I WILL make it into the cockpit of something that can kill the enemy some day - you watch! For now, we'll see which Chutai proves its worth in a couple days when we make our first runs through the enemy airspace over Moulemein. The Burma Army is counting on pilots like us to save them - don't forget it!

[Cuttlefish]

Any hope, they say, is better than none at all. That’s where I come in. I carry a Nambu pistol and a hip flask of whiskey. The pistol is crappy and the whiskey isn’t very good, but then again I’m not much of a detective.

I was sitting in my Tokyo office with my feet up on the desk when this navy type dressed in white came in. He called himself Yamamoto, and he had a case. It seems that a lot of his friends had gone to Australia and hadn’t come back. There was a lot of stuff missing – freighters, destroyers, supplies, that sort of thing. Something bad had gone down out there and he wanted me to get to the bottom of it.

The case smelled worse than sushi that had been left out in the sun, but he had money and my wallet was as flat as a flounder run over by an oxcart. I took the job. Yamamoto gave me a file and a retainer and then left. I went to work. Something told me I might regret it before it was all over, but it beat counting the dead flies on my windowsill one more time.

I grabbed my hat and went down out into the street. I needed information, and the only one I knew who could give it to me was a fellow named Turnfile. It was a strange name but then again he was a strange guy. Buggier than a piece of hardtack sometimes but he usually had the straight dope.

On my way down to the docks it started pouring rain. Perfect. I knew I should have stayed in bed.

[FeurerKrieg]

Nice... I can't wait to see where this plot line goes.

[FeurerKrieg]

February 14th, South China Coastline
It was a nice night to be out on the water, but Ens. Yagi would have much preferred to be back at the base housing in Hong Kong than out here in this rickety boat. He shouldn't complain though, the Daihatsu actually handled pretty well even in choppy water. Good thing, considering he had to take this thing along several hundred miles of coastline. He'd be running this thing nearly nonstop for several days.

But it wasn't the sailing that concerned him, it was what was waiting for him when he rounded the tip of the Malayan Peninsula. There were rumors of some serious setbacks in Burma. From what he had heard his mission to Akyab could well encounter hostile ships and aircraft. If the ships stayed away, he was pretty sure the planes would too. Yagi hadn't been in airplanes much, but he'd guess that old AG-101 would be pretty hard to spot unless you were right down by the water.

Ah, well, he thought. It had been an easy year, and the Navy wasn't paying him to take it easy.

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14m Daihatsu Class[/center]

[FeurerKrieg]

February 14th, Saigon

Staffer: Sir, the Ki-21 Sentai that landed at Pagan last night is gone.

Gen FK: Gone? You mean like you can't find it? Like, 'Hey, my shoes are gone, I could swear I left them right here!' type gone, or like really gone, like the way one sock is always missing from a pair when you take them out of the washing tub?

Staffer: Uh, no sir, gone like 'Hey, my shoes were here, but then 170 heavy bombers dropped hundreds of bombs on them and now the shoes are gone'.

Gen FK: Crap. Make sure when you send this back to Imperial HQ, you don't mentioned any percentages. Mention the losses at 22 lost airplanes of the several hundred under my command. Sounds much better you know. And get me a clean pair of socks.

[gladiatt]

[&o][:D]

Once more like that and you'll get to the level of Cap Mandrake !!

[FeurerKrieg]

Thanks, gladiatt, but I don't think anyone can top Mandrake for humorous writing. Best I can hope for is a close second.

Besides, I have to feed the withdrawal I'm going through not being able to read Mandrake's AAR. [:(]