In the rugged expanse of Kunduz, where the mountains rise as jagged sentinels against a desolate horizon, a convoy of trucks braved some of the most hostile, unforgiving terrain on Earth. Their mission was one of compassion: to carry vital humanitarian aid and injured civilians to a far-flung hospital in a remote region, where the people’s need for care was dire. But this convoy wasn’t just fighting time and the elements. It was up against a far more insidious enemy—insurgents who ruled these hostile roads with violence and terror.
The drivers of these trucks were ordinary men thrown into extraordinary circumstances. They were not soldiers, not seasoned veterans trained for battle. They were civilians, enlisted not by duty but by the sheer force of necessity. In a country at war, where safety is a fleeting concept and danger lurks at every corner, they found themselves in a position few could even comprehend. Their task was clear: get the aid and injured civilians to safety.
The trucks they were driving, relics of the past, were barely fit for the rugged terrain. Low on fuel, plagued by mechanical issues, and ill-suited for the treacherous conditions, these vehicles had only one thing going for them: the willpower of the men behind the wheel. Yet, they were aware of the risks at every turn: the unmarked roads that cut through hostile territories, the dust that could choke the breath from your lungs, and the ever-present danger of insurgents targeting them from the cover of barren hills.
But worse than the physical hardships were the emotional tolls. Every jolt of the truck, every groan of the engine, served as a reminder that they were running out of time, out of resources, and out of options. They knew the odds were stacked against them but they also knew the people waiting for the aid had no other choice.
With little more than hope and sheer grit to keep them moving, the convoy had one ace up its sleeve: a team of pilots flying littlebird. Small, agile helicopters known for their ability to maneuver through tight spaces and hostile environments. These pilots were more than just air support; they were guardians, eyes in the sky who could spot insurgent ambushes from miles away. They could track the convoy’s progress and relay critical information about enemy movements. But even these skilled pilots had their hands full.
The Little Birds were not designed for heavy combat. They were lightweight aircraft, quick but fragile, often relying on their speed and agility rather than firepower to avoid enemy fire. The pilots, however, were seasoned in navigating the deadly skies above Afghanistan, and they knew that their role wasn’t just about dropping bombs or providing cover. They were there to buy time to give the convoy a fighting chance to make it to its destination.
Load up and Mount up - Reach the IDAP fieldhospital and save the civillians.
The convoy needs to follow the planned road. They will face IEDs, hostiles, ambushes, low fuel and roadblocks with very sketchy officials from the Ministry of Roads and Goats that may or may not be acceptable to bribes.
R & R Fall back to the FOB and gear up for new objectives.
2 Ural 4320 loaded with humanitarian supplies (unarmed)
2 Ural 4320 loaded with IDAP tents in container. 2 TKSP mounted on top of container
2 KamaZ repair trucks (måste inte klara sig)
1 KamaZ Transport truck to load and transport the 6 injured civilians (måste inte klara sig)
3 Hilux ambulances (måste inte klara sig)
4 Land Rover (måste inte klara sig)
2 KamaZ tankers filled with water (måste inte klara sig)
1 Yava-250N motorbike (måste inte klara sig)
1 suitcase with 15.000 $
1 Metal case with 80.000 $
1 Metal case with 150.000 $
VL har sin vanliga utrustning.
Alla utom VL spawnar som IDAP personal iklädda fiske-väst, t-shirt, jeans, keps samt en glock17 för självförsvar. Alla har sina vanliga radioapparater och cTab om man ska ha det.
Ingen rök, granater eller cableties till IDAPparna.
Upplägget är att markfolket ska köra konvoj med lastbilar och andra fordon, längs med huvudleden i Kunduz med slutdestination IDAP fältsjukhus. Väl där kommer fältsjukhuset att byggas automagiskt om lastbilarna har klarat sig dit.
Tekniskt sett så behöver bara 1st av Ural 4320 bilarna klara sig hela vägen dit..
Vanliga SSG regler gäller. Man får inte loota fiendens grejer eller vapen.
Vid spawn kommer vissa av er att ha rollen FARB med utrustning och teknisk kompetens att röja minor för hand. Andra kommer kånka på en markdrönare som kan destruera minor om hotet är för högt för att utföra röjning för hand. Majoriteten kommer inte ha någon specialroll.
Om (läs när) man dör, så kommer man spawna i FOBen där VL väntar på att få flyga ut er som dött. Ni kommer också att få er "vanliga" gear. När ni ansluter till konvojen kommer ni bli hyllade för er närvaro och framförallt er eldkapacitet!
Det finns ordentliga fordon i FOB men de kommer vara låsta tills IDAP konvojen är över. VL har lovat på heder och samvete att de ska vara snabba med att flyga ut folk! Det här är av tekniska skäl så att respawn inte kör in i någon vägspärr eller IED-fält på vägen tillbaka till konvojen.
Siste man som glock-rockande IDAP lastbilschaffis vinner evig ära!
