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The Vietnam Chronicles by Avatar2 and i'mpeckable (PG)
Fandom: THE A-TEAM
Pairing: gen
Length: 11 sections ranging from 1000 to 7600 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: The Vietnam Chronicles Community
Why this must be read: This is a great little series - don't let fanfiction.net scare you away. I have some minor quibbles (mostly with BA's dialogue), but not enough to take away from the enjoyment of the stories. The series hasn't been updated since 2005, so I think it's safe to consider it "finished" for the time being, but it's also not the type that leaves you hanging. The authors have alternated writing the sections, and each story is pretty self-contained although there are repeating original characters. It's essentially the story of how the team comes together in Vietnam, and there really can't be enough of those stories, can there?
BA made his way to the command post, still breathing hard. The lieutenant was on the radio, trying to arrange fire support. BA grabbed the man's sleeve to get his attention. "Need a dustoff, three klicks west. Got a man wounded, can't move him."
"There's a weather front moving in," countered the LT, distracted. "And the dustoff has already refused to land here in an unsecured Landing Zone. We're sending the wounded back on the slicks." He looked up sharply at the sound of automatic fire from the jungle, answered by an M-60. The incoming fire fell silent. "Evacuate your entire team, if one of the slicks will go. I doubt you'll get another chopper in tonight." The radio squawked again, commanding his attention.
BA desperately ran for the nearest chopper. "Can you do another pickup?" he begged.
The pilot shook his head. "Not a chance," he responded. "We'll barely make it back before the storm hits as is."
BA raced to the next, afraid to spend the time arguing. If he couldn't get his people evacuated, he was going to lose them. As each chopper unloaded fresh troops and ammunition, they loaded wounded, then lifted to a hover and prepared to head back to base.
As the trail chopper landed, BA jumped in the back, pushing his way past the sergeant supervising the unloading. This one wasn't going to get away. He made his way to the front and stood between the pilot's seats. "Need you t'make a pickup in a LZ, three klicks west," BA growled.
Startled, both crewmen turned to him. The peter pilot looked extremely young and very nervous as he stared up at BA. His uniform was fairly crisp and new with Warrant One patches. He obviously hadn't been in country long. "But . . . ," he started.
The pilot, lifting a hand to stop him, interrupted "Sure, no problem-o muchacho." He glanced at BA then turned back to the instrument panel. "Can you handle a door gun?" he asked, offhandedly, "We're a little shorthanded right now." His attention shifted to the radio, listening intently before acknowledging the transmission.
"But, Murdock, uh, sir," the copilot protested, "What about the storm? We were ordered back to base."
BA studied the pilot, holding his breath. He had little recourse in forcing the pilot to go.
Large brown eyes scrutinized him in return. BA was startled by their intensity. Nondescript in his helmet and flightsuit, the pilot wore a first lieutenant's, rather than warrant officer patches
"Aw now, what's a little weather?" the pilot said. The sudden grin lit up his entire face. His eyes flicked to the other seat. "Buckle up or get out, boy. This bird is leaving now."
The peter pilot swallowed hard, but settled himself in his seat and commenced checking the instruments. He concentrated on his job, not wanting to know if the AC was serious about putting him off.
Murdock shifted in his seat, looking to the back. His crew chief gave him the thumbs up sign; they were unloaded. "Cass!" he called. The door gunner paused. "We have a new recruit. Give him the thirty-second crash course on being a door gunner." Without waiting for an acknowledgment, he turned back to BA. "You have the coordinates?"
BA grabbed the map, scanned it briefly and stabbed a finger at a spot. "Here."
He shoved the map at the pilot and made his way to the back. The sergeant (Cass?) settled BA in his lifeline and smiled confidently. "Welcome aboard . . . Baracus?" BA nodded and the man continued, "Cass Polanczyk. The job's not too difficult. Shoot anything that shoots at you." He turned to the other side of the chopper, then looked back at BA. The smile turned into a cocky grin. "Oh, and don't fall out of the bird." (From "Winged Winds of War" - Second in the Series)
You'll find all eleven stories here. Just check the summaries for reading order: The Vietnam Chronicles Community
Pairing: gen
Length: 11 sections ranging from 1000 to 7600 words
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: The Vietnam Chronicles Community
Why this must be read: This is a great little series - don't let fanfiction.net scare you away. I have some minor quibbles (mostly with BA's dialogue), but not enough to take away from the enjoyment of the stories. The series hasn't been updated since 2005, so I think it's safe to consider it "finished" for the time being, but it's also not the type that leaves you hanging. The authors have alternated writing the sections, and each story is pretty self-contained although there are repeating original characters. It's essentially the story of how the team comes together in Vietnam, and there really can't be enough of those stories, can there?
BA made his way to the command post, still breathing hard. The lieutenant was on the radio, trying to arrange fire support. BA grabbed the man's sleeve to get his attention. "Need a dustoff, three klicks west. Got a man wounded, can't move him."
"There's a weather front moving in," countered the LT, distracted. "And the dustoff has already refused to land here in an unsecured Landing Zone. We're sending the wounded back on the slicks." He looked up sharply at the sound of automatic fire from the jungle, answered by an M-60. The incoming fire fell silent. "Evacuate your entire team, if one of the slicks will go. I doubt you'll get another chopper in tonight." The radio squawked again, commanding his attention.
BA desperately ran for the nearest chopper. "Can you do another pickup?" he begged.
The pilot shook his head. "Not a chance," he responded. "We'll barely make it back before the storm hits as is."
BA raced to the next, afraid to spend the time arguing. If he couldn't get his people evacuated, he was going to lose them. As each chopper unloaded fresh troops and ammunition, they loaded wounded, then lifted to a hover and prepared to head back to base.
As the trail chopper landed, BA jumped in the back, pushing his way past the sergeant supervising the unloading. This one wasn't going to get away. He made his way to the front and stood between the pilot's seats. "Need you t'make a pickup in a LZ, three klicks west," BA growled.
Startled, both crewmen turned to him. The peter pilot looked extremely young and very nervous as he stared up at BA. His uniform was fairly crisp and new with Warrant One patches. He obviously hadn't been in country long. "But . . . ," he started.
The pilot, lifting a hand to stop him, interrupted "Sure, no problem-o muchacho." He glanced at BA then turned back to the instrument panel. "Can you handle a door gun?" he asked, offhandedly, "We're a little shorthanded right now." His attention shifted to the radio, listening intently before acknowledging the transmission.
"But, Murdock, uh, sir," the copilot protested, "What about the storm? We were ordered back to base."
BA studied the pilot, holding his breath. He had little recourse in forcing the pilot to go.
Large brown eyes scrutinized him in return. BA was startled by their intensity. Nondescript in his helmet and flightsuit, the pilot wore a first lieutenant's, rather than warrant officer patches
"Aw now, what's a little weather?" the pilot said. The sudden grin lit up his entire face. His eyes flicked to the other seat. "Buckle up or get out, boy. This bird is leaving now."
The peter pilot swallowed hard, but settled himself in his seat and commenced checking the instruments. He concentrated on his job, not wanting to know if the AC was serious about putting him off.
Murdock shifted in his seat, looking to the back. His crew chief gave him the thumbs up sign; they were unloaded. "Cass!" he called. The door gunner paused. "We have a new recruit. Give him the thirty-second crash course on being a door gunner." Without waiting for an acknowledgment, he turned back to BA. "You have the coordinates?"
BA grabbed the map, scanned it briefly and stabbed a finger at a spot. "Here."
He shoved the map at the pilot and made his way to the back. The sergeant (Cass?) settled BA in his lifeline and smiled confidently. "Welcome aboard . . . Baracus?" BA nodded and the man continued, "Cass Polanczyk. The job's not too difficult. Shoot anything that shoots at you." He turned to the other side of the chopper, then looked back at BA. The smile turned into a cocky grin. "Oh, and don't fall out of the bird." (From "Winged Winds of War" - Second in the Series)
You'll find all eleven stories here. Just check the summaries for reading order: The Vietnam Chronicles Community