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"Maquis de Caen" Resistance cell // June 1944 // Arrondissement de Caen


The night was dark, and the dread chill in the air permeated right through to one's bones, as M. Gillioz led his squad through the woods. Behind him was Ledoyen, who had been an aspiring actress, "Vespers", a former nursing student, and finally Pignat, who came from some sort of banking family - except that presently, they were all, like him, brave resistance fighters of the "Maquis de Caen".

In the distance, flares and explosions occasionally popped like Christmas lights, illuminating the low overcast, as the Allied forces continued to push their way inland from the Normandy coast. Gillioz's squad was due to rendezvous with a Paratrooper advance party at a nearby crossroads, and they moved briskly and quietly through the light woods.

There was a peculiar scent in the air, pungent, like rotting fruit. From dead ahead, something was approaching, a movement from the speckled woodland shadows. Gillioz gestured to his team, and they dropped instantly into cover with practiced ease. It was a man - a soldier, judging by the uniform and rifle - but it moved like a marionette on strings, shambling forward in small, erratic jerks. Gillioz had seen enough fighting to know that soldiers in war behaved differently, but the motion of its walk was awkward and unnatural.


Every nerve on Gillioz's skin started to tingle. The stygian darkness made it difficult to make out detail, but it was indubitably a Nazi uniform. As it stepped into the pale half-light, what he saw was grotesque: the face was inhuman, its skin mottled and pale, its flesh in early decay. The eyes brimmed with red and hatred, and as it brandished its weapon, Gillioz fired.

It didn't even pause, ignoring the hole in its chest which would have felled any human. Gillioz fired again and still it came, not flinching or ducking, but fearlessly, mindlessly, presenting a full frontal target. There was something cinematographic in the way the undead's head finally exploded, the decapitated body tumbling to the ground, flopping like a grounded fish, and then it was motionless.

"Mon Dieu, quel est ce monstre?"

Gillioz turned to Ledoyen, who had been closest and seen everything, and her mouth was shaped into a little "O" of horror. He was about to respond when-

An unearthly howl - a vast, tremulant noise no living thing ever made - exploded out of the darkness, freezing Gillioz's blood. Movement, plenty of movement, was discernible in the near distance as the bedazzling headlights of a German truck abruptly pierced the gloom, throwing long, infernal shadows through the forest undergrowth.

There was shouting, which suggested the presence of regular human infantry operating in concert with these creatures. Standing in silhouette against the glare were at least half a dozen undead, possibly more, as the night erupted in a sudden, thunderous cacophony of hellish screams and gunfire. For all their awkwardness, Gillioz noted, the undead could shoot with their weapon, and whatever they lacked for in accuracy, they compensated with sheer volume of firepower.

Deadly red tracers whizzed through the night in both directions, as Gillioz threw himself behind a tree. On the edge of his vision, he could see Vespers and Ledoyen alternately popping up from cover and shooting, and alongside the ladies, Pignat's machine gun was making holes through the oncoming horde, splattering through the shambling corpses. Gillioz controlled his bursts, aiming for the heads.


There had been rumours of secret Nazi experiments, and like any rational adult, Gillioz had dismissed them as fanciful tales of the imagination. But the abominations now encroaching on their position were very much real and deadly, and much tougher to kill - in any sense of the word. Pignat's weapon sawed another undead soldier in half, and then one behind. Meanwhile, Ledoyen and Vespers had taken care of the truck, shooting out its headlights, and keeping its soldiers pinned down. The squad's shooting was far more accurate than the hostiles, but their ammo would not last much longer.

Gillioz signalled to disengage. He and Vespers threw down a burst of covering fire as Ledoyen and Pignat leapfrogged sideways toward the flanks, and then the pairs repeated the move, covering for each other. A departing grenade sailed into the midst of the closest attacking mob, exploding and sending shrapnel and moldy body parts in all directions.

The small team moved away from the contact point with alacrity and incentive, aided by cover of woods and darkness. Gillioz waited until the howls and gunfire seemed far enough behind them, before calling a pause to regroup and assess. Taking cover in the shadow of a bomb crater, Ledoyen was pressing her scalp where a stray round had grazed her; Pignat was also clutching his left arm, looking stoic as Vespers tended to the wound.

"Zut alors, what was that!" Vespers hissed. "Quelle horreur!"

"We have to return to base," Pignat said. "We have to warn the others."

"Oui, and bring the town cleric along," Ledoyen added, crossing herself. "These demons, we will need to fight with divine powers, not weapons of this world."

"A flamethrower would have come in handy," Gillioz reflected, catching a look from Ledoyen. "Living or dead, napalm is napalm, mam'zelle."

"If there are more of these... abominations about," Ledoyen pointed out, "we will surely not have enough firepower to hold out, non?"

She gestured to her empty ammo pockets, and glanced across to Vespers, who opened her satchel, revealing one magazine. Pignat pointed to his machine gun and held up two fingers with his uninjured arm, shaking his head.

Gillioz thought about what his commanding officer would do, and made a decision.

"D'accord, Danièle. The mission has changed. We cannot possibly make it to the objective today, and there will be no rendezvous. This new information we bring back to Captain Lem will be more valuable. Get ready to move out."

Each of the team members nodded sombrely. Human soldiers, they could fight on even terms, but if any of them ever had to face these undead again, it would be too, too soon.

Footnote
This session was a playtest for the French Resistance expansion, and for the first time, included hostiles from the WW2 Expansion #42 - Undead mixed in with regular German infantry, simulating the (failed) results of German experiments by mad scientists to create super-soldiers, fighting alongside their human counterparts.

The undead are inherently tough opponents, and the French resistance fighters are, point for point, less "powerful" than regular Nation soldiers, although they make up the difference with more stealthly skills and diversified choice of gear. In this instance, it became apparent three Locations in, with three Locations remaining to the Objective, that the brave resistance fighters facing a frontal German attack would not have sufficient firepower or XP to accomplish the mission.

So, I decided to end the mission, collect some notes and observations on what happened, and preserve the team (such as it was) to fight another day. It was always a challenging mission to begin with, and with the undead forces mixed in, especially so.
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Very well done and thumbs up to the narrative style.

Is a PDF of your blank card available?

Thanks for posting!

And for fighting the good fight versus the undead.....
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Thank you for your comments - glad you enjoyed it.

I will publish the playtest templates in the Files section - just need a day or two to prepare them.
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DeanOhSaur wrote:
Very well done and thumbs up to the narrative style.

Is a PDF of your blank card available?

The blank template files have been uploaded and available at: Warfighter Playtest Card Templates (A4)
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Thanks for the templates.

Now if we can just muster some amount of creativity to build a Squad narrative....
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bchee wrote:
Footnote
This session was a playtest for the French Resistance expansion, and for the first time, included hostiles from the WW2 Expansion #42 - Undead mixed in with regular German infantry, simulating the (failed) results of German experiments by mad scientists to create super-soldiers, fighting alongside their human counterparts.

The undead are inherently tough opponents, and the French resistance fighters are, point for point, less "powerful" than regular Nation soldiers, although they make up the difference with more stealthly skills and diversified choice of gear. In this instance, it became apparent three Locations in, with three Locations remaining to the Objective, that the brave resistance fighters facing a frontal German attack would not have sufficient firepower or XP to accomplish the mission.

So, I decided to end the mission, collect some notes and observations on what happened, and preserve the team (such as it was) to fight another day. It was always a challenging mission to begin with, and with the undead forces mixed in, especially so.


Ooo, I would totally LOVE a French Resistance expansion (or any Resistance for that matter!). Are you going to send it in to get officially published someday?
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EDG_ wrote:
Ooo, I would totally LOVE a French Resistance expansion (or any Resistance for that matter!). Are you going to send it in to get officially published someday?

The French Resistance expansion is being worked on - these AARs are directly from the playtesting sessions of the prototype set.
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Out of towering flames and smoke a rumbling, steel demon emerges before me, shaking the ground, rattling all bravado. Fighting a numbing cold grip of terror on my spine, I yield to desperate muscle-memory, collapsing into a rigid crouch, snap-firing.
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thumbsup Another good narrative, Ben. Who doesn't like grenading nazi zombies into explosive moldy parts? Magnifique!
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