79 Through the Town of Lubliniec


Google Maps image of Lubliniec, Poland [50°66’14.31”N 18°62’62.62”E]

DAY 15 – MAY 2nd 2000

LUBLINIEC, POLAND – DAY

The group is proceeding in a staggered column down Lisowicka road, now well inside the town’s borders. The road is mostly surrounded by unkept fields of tall grass, the occasional high untrimmed hedge obscuring some abandoned house and a broken sidewalk along its northern side.

The road is littered with potholes and one can tell where tanks have moved up and down, the marks of their thread deeply sunk into the dark asphalt. Occasionally they pass by the husk of a burned-down car that has been pushed off the road, and in between the tall grass they can spot some crosses here and there, made with white planks, marking the graves of people lucky enough to have had somebody to bury them.

As they are getting closer to the town’s center, they can see some tall, squared buildings in front of them, and a slight bent in the road up ahead.

NASCAR turns his head from looking at a crooked lamp post, just in time to see ALEX’s left hand shoot up in a fist right next to his head. He instinctively takes a knee, slightly raises his M249 and moves his finger on the trigger, his eyes now scouting ahead both sides of the road.

On his left and slightly behind him, DONNA crouches down while covering the rear sector, her M16A1 already raised in front of her eyes, with her head looking back every once in a while, to understand what’s happening at the front of the formation.

Front and left in the formation is LED, who also takes a knee while raising his M4 carbine “talk to me” he says just loud enough for ALEX to hear while scanning front and left with his eyes.

ALEX is still standing, having just moved his right hand to get his finger on the trigger. He appears to be crouching down, but stops and straightens his back again.

Pokaż się” he shouts “pokaż się, albo pomyślimy, że masz złe intencje” [Polish: show yourself; show yourself or we will think you have bad intentions]

Silence follows.

Pokaż się” yells ALEX once more.

“Stop where you are!” comes a male voice from the tall grass, speaking with a pronounced Polish accent.

“Already done, pal” comments NASCAR to himself.

“Who are you?” asks the voice from the grass.

“We’re passing by, just walking on the road…” says ALEX maintaining his calm “you on the other hand…”

Kim jesteś? Answer, or we will open fire”

“I see a Polish uniform, 2 o’clock” says ALEX quietly. LED’s eyes dart to the right side of the road.

“We come from Dobrodzień” shouts ALEX “we are looking for the 1 Pułk Specjalny Komandosów

“Or an opportunity for target practice” comments NASCAR raising his SAW just slightly.

LED stands up, his carbine pointed at the ground “we’re Americans”

The torso of a man appears above the tall grass front-right of the group, a shaved face under Polish steel helmet, holding an AK-74. “Stay where you are, weapons down, and no sudden moves” he says firmly, his voice different from the one they’ve heard before.

“Alright” says LED “you got it” he then turns his head “guys”

NASCAR and DONNA both lower their weapons.

The man briefly looks at the newcomers, then whistles twice.

A female soldier appears to the right of the group, about 25 meters from NASCAR, then another younger male gets up from exactly where ALEX was looking at. Finally, a third man emerges from the tall grass and joins the first as they move cautiously towards the group.

The two men approach the group. In their thirties, in relatively good shape, freshly shaven, lightly equipped and carrying properly maintained AKs.

“Americans, uh?” asks the first man.

Jestem Polakiem” says ALEX “but they are Americans”

“Are you in charge?” asks the man.

ALEX shakes his head and points at LED.

“We are looking for the 1st Special Operations Commando” says LED.

The man turns his torso showing the shoulder patch insignia “you found it American”

LED nods “I am Lieutenant O’Donnell, US Army; we are looking for your commander, Lieutenant Colonel LUCJAN BRANIECKI

“And why is that?”

“We understand you have a… situation with a group of Soviets. We would like to land a hand if we can”

The young man, who’s gotten closer, says something in Polish but is quickly shut down.

“You marched all the way from Dobrodzień just to help us?” asks the man incredulous.

“Believe me, we will both benefit from solving this problem” says LED.

“You will need to convince me”

“No”

“No?”

“We will need to convince your commander. That’s it” says LED calmly. “Now, I think we have established we are not the bad guys, so how about you take us to Commander BRANIECKI?”

“You think all strangers who come here go and see Podpulkownik BRANIECKI. You will have to give me something more”

LED thinks briefly “your Commander spoke a few days ago with a man from the 1/116th US Armored Cavalry. His name is John Blue Elk, big guy, goes without a helmet. He was leading a convoy to Dobrodzień, passing just North of your town. They talked about the situation with the Russians”

The man turns to his comrade “sprawdź to

The second man gets a portable radio from his combat webbing and moves slightly away while talking.

“We will see if it checks out”

“Good, and please pass the word, I don’t want to start over with every patrol we meet in town”

“You Americans really come here from Dobrodzień just to help us?” asks the man.

“Yeah, but I told you, we will benefit from landing a hand”

The man with the radio says something in Polish while nodding.

“Your story checks out American, I’ll tell you how to get to our barracks, and warn of your arrival”

“Good, and thank you”

“There is just one formality” says the man.

“Go on” says LED anticipating what’s coming.

“There is a… contribution, asked to anybody that enters town”

“Really?”

“A small token of appreciation for the service we provide to the town”

LED takes a step forward, closing the distance from the man “let me get it straight: we are about to meet your Commander, to propose we help him getting rid of a band of Soviet deserters while getting back one of your men they have taken hostage, and you are asking for a contribution? When I see Commander BRANIECKI, do you want the first thing I tell him to be that you tried a shakedown?”

The Polish man ponders for a bit “you know, this time we can skip the formalities”

The group is instructed to proceed on the same road, then turn South where there is a bridge over a small river, then straight South to the barricades. They will find a checkpoint at the bridge, whose soldiers will be informed of their passage.


FINAL COMMENTS

Having already an objective in mind for my group, I approached the rules for city travel introduced by Urban Operations as a bit of side-mechanics. I wanted my players to get where I wanted them to go, and hoped to spice up their urban travel with a few (hopefully) minor, non-consequential encounters.

In that sense, I got lucky and had my first drawn encounter with the 1st SOC, courtesy of the Area of Control mechanic (also introduced in the Urban Operations expansion). From there, the path was laid down towards the unit’s HQ.

I’m writing this closing comment a few months after playing what I dramatized, and I am now reconsidering the potential of city travel rules: a town/city can become a hub of explorations, interactions with NPCs, ground for clashes between factions, a place of intrigue, offering dangers and opportunities in equal amounts.

You may stretch this to the point where a city map replaces the travel map, areas replace hexes, former parks are now open terrain areas, and built-up areas become your new forests, made of concrete and rubble. Combat occurs at such short distance, it may as well match the lifespan of your ink and paper alter-ego.

A single city, sufficiently vast and detailed, can be the setting of an entire T2K campaign.


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