I had a lot of time on my hands the last few days so...Presenting: Howie's G.I. Joe Special Missions #1 - Incident in Sierra Gordo
Sgt. Stalker receives his orders: Assemble a recon team and travel to Sierra Gordo to investigate reports of a Cobra infestation. He selects Dusty for his hostile environment skills and knowledge of the area. Zap is coming along as Heavy Weapons Support and Low-Light for his scouting acumen and trained eye.
They arrive at the LZ and quickly set up the Transportable Tactical Battle Platform. Dee-Jay remains behind for Communications and Crank Case will be running Ops.
Stalker leads the way into the steamy jungle followed by Dusty and Zap with Low-Light protecting the rear.
Unbeknownst to the Joes they are spotted by a Desert Scorpion with a Sand Viper in tow. The Scorpion turns to his comrade and says, "Stand by, I'm radioing this in."
Overkill receives his scout's report and chuckles, "Well, it appears that we will have some excitement after all."
He turns to his assembled troops and exhorts them on. "The Joes cannot hope to outwit me. My computer-like mind has devised the perfect strategy!"
"Send out that obsolete B.A.T. 1, that should flush them out", snarls Overkill.
The metallic menace bears down on our intrepid squad.
Dusty spies it and hisses, "A Battle Android Trooper! Better take it out fast."
Stalker shouts, "No, wait! It's a set-up!"
But it's too late and Dusty frags the B.A.T.
Stalker grits his teeth and says, "Where there's one B.A.T. there's usually more. We'd better find some cover."
"Whatever we do, do it fast" agrees Zap. "We've got incoming."
"We've got them now" Overkill gloats. He turns to the Cobra C.L.A.W.S. and orders him to "Bring the Heat!"
"That should soften them up. B.A.T.S.! Advance and kill them all!" shouts the deadly android leader.
Stalker quickly sets his troops: "Dusty take a position at the edge of this barrier and lay down some suppressing fire. Zap - we need your firepower, make every shot count. Low-Light, take the high ground. We need battlefield superiority."
"Low-Light? Where is he?" puzzles Stalker.
Zap replies with, "He's already gone, Skip."
The Desert Scorpion receives new orders.
"Let's go" he orders the Sand Viper. "Overkill wants us to flank the Joes. Follow me."
Then they slither off into the dank rain forest on their dire mission.
The B.A.T.'s relentless attack surges implacably forward. Despite the withering hail of steel thrown at them by the beleaguered trio the dangerous androids mindlessly advance, oblivious to the damage being inflicted upon their robotic forms.
Finally, the assault is thwarted and the ground is littered with the metallic husks of the fallen B.A.T.'s. The Joe's ammo has run dry so Stalker must take out the final enemy with his trusty knife.
Before the team has a chance to regroup a shot rings out and Dusty falls to the ground, taken down by the craven Sand Viper!
Realizing they have no other option, Stalker and Zap lay down their arms and raise their hands in surrender.
From his rocky perch high above the battlefield Low-Light takes careful aim.
"Two can play at that game" he mumbles.
He squeezes the trigger and down goes the Sand Viper. Moments later his second shot takes out the Desert Scorpion.
Dusty is lifted to his feet by his comrades. Stalker takes a quick look at his wound and states, "You should survive but we need a medical evac ASAP."
Overkill is less than pleased.
"Noo!!!" he rages. "I had them! I need to activate more Battle Android Troopers. Time to head back to base."
The C.LA.W.S mutters to himself, "Cobra Commander won't be happy about this."
Overkill's keen senses overhears that comment and he murmurs, "No. No he wouldn't."
"A pity he will never find out."
With a simple transmission the evil robot master sends his remaining B.A.T. one final order.
The steely-eyed android approaches the Cobra trooper and drives it's sword through the man's back. Now there will be no witnesses to report Overkill's failure.
The scout team arrives back at the Battle Platform.
Stalker yells, "Dee-Jay! What's the ETA on that helo?"
"They are en route and should arrive just after 1900 hours, Sir!" comes the reply.
"Excellent job, men." Stalker praises. "We faced a tough opponent and came away with valuable intel."
Now to pass it up the line and await our next mission. Yo Joe!"
I was going to put this in the Battle Scenes thread but it ended up being so long I decided to start a new one.