I have been tasked to give a tactical report on the exploits of Team Blue on the location known as Castle Drakenheim which has now been annexed by Prince Orrano to Camarilla territory. I have been given this task by Harpy Bishop as he'll be busy for a few days.

We went with the Clanless Dante to retrieve some weaponry to help us in our exploits. We came back with the toys the big boys play with and were ready to rock. We took a transport to the entrance to the sewer lines out on U.S. 1 and then proceeded to make use of the tunnels to make a surprise attack from underneath while the other squadron was to take the fight straight to the top of this sumbitch. All went according to plan except the crafty motherless bitches had a surprise waiting for us in the sewers...a 20 foot saltwater croc. Fucking crocs in the sewers I hope the fuck who made it is lookin up from hell so I can give him the finger. Anyway, the new Gangrel was sucked under and I couldn't see much of what happened. All I remember was that he got sucked under and the German Toreador went after him with some sword like it was a fucking pirate movie. Dante whipped out a Squad Automatic Weapon we had acquired while I pulled out my .50 cal sniper rifle. We both ducked under and then proceeded to blast the ever loving shit out of it. Funny how these things are made...we just pissed it off. It was going straight for Dante and I took a potshot at it when the Jap Tremere makes with some weird shit and hauls the overgrown suitcase out of the water and holds it to the ceiling. Masterson the Ventrue took care of it after that and we continued onward. They musta had some stealth camo or something because we fell into a pit of spikes. I should have been slammed through the heart but I guess I got lucky. The other Tremere, Mr. DuBois was less lucky. He got slammed through the heart and died from it somehow. I don't ask what they do in their witch houses so long as they don't do it to me. We fought forward and eventually got out to the fucking island where the Malkavians did their damnedest to give us cover by distracting the opposition. My thanks. We made it to one of the castle walls and being the gentle folk we are...we decided to knock with our L.A.W. rocket. It took one of them plus the Caitiff firebombing the wall but we got in. Then the shit finally hit the fan. There was grenades going off everywhere and the reassuring hum of the M-60 machine gun Mr. Luchesio was wielding at my back and I just went with the moment. The fucked up battle things the Fleshcrafters made were pulped by our combined might. I mean we really fucked them up. We're gonna have to mop those fuckers off the ceiling. We went onwards and then we got ambushed by someone who can do my vanishing act. He tried to pull Luchesio with him but by the time he realized he had fucked up he was riddled with bullet holes and hitting the ground, dead again. I wish I'd had this M-16A1 when I first arrived in this city...it saved my ass during the raid many a time. Then we proceeded to the express elevator and all piled in to enjoy the ride. Another one of the vanishing fuckers was sitting on the cable about to do something stupid but by the time I could see him he was more full of holes than the plot to a cheap porn. Then the ride up was smooth enough but then some fucked up Fleshcrafter landed on top of the elevator. I flipped out and pulled out my tank buster L.A.W. I pointed it right the fuck at him and let him have a taste of modern military technology. It hit him pretty hard but he was still fighting. He was swinging on us and all this weird shit was happening while we were slowly gaining the upper hand. Then the bastard cut the elevator cable and it all went to shit. We survived the elevator crash but then we were pinned under it and the top of the elevator. I didn't see what he did to the Ventrue and Drakhir but their shots were less accurate afterwards. I unloaded with my M16 and Dante used the S.A.W. while Luchesio used the M60 and the rest either shot or slashed it. It was still fucking moving. I whipped out my pearl handled .45 and let the fucker have it with my Black Talon rounds. He caught on and did something to me and melded my fucking hand to my gun. I hate cowards. Eventually after the hail of gunfire we managed to drop the bloody bastard and then went on to the ballroom, hurt but still dangerous. Then some fucker dressed like a gypsy decided to play so we let him have it. There were bullets flying back and forth like they were candy. I mean it was fuckin RAINING lead and the bastard was just takin it like he was the Christ. Eventually Dante and a few others saw where the fucker really was and shot at him. He got hurt but then the whole room became fire and our tactics went to shit. We managed to regroup and then he started staking us. He managed to get Drakhir while he was up on the balcony and the Jap went flying after him. Then the fucker decided to be cute an go after me. He got close but didn't hit me in the heart. I played dead and let him think he got me. While the rest were busy with images around the room. He grabbed my leg and decided to have a snack. I whipped out my .50 cal sniper rifle and gave him a chest full of armor piercing round. That'll ruin your night. Low on blood and wounded and generally pissed off I bit him and drained his ass and then he collapsed into dust. I hate foreigners. Then some assassin bitch comes running through a door and we managed to regroup. I had to fall back due to injuries and decided to play sniper. I was too hurt to be any good and she was just too fuckin fast. Eventually the cavalry joined us and felled the punk ass bitch and took her head. I was low on ammo by this point and not having a good night. We hadn't taken casualties but we were pretty fucked up. Then we entered the library. I saw some Sabbat fuckers and the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen in my entire unlife. I would have pissed my pants if I could. In my fevered brain I took the only option I could. I whipped out my high explosive L.A.W. and blasted the fucker. I got torched by the explosion and had to fall back due to the injuries. They never covered this freaky ass shit in my 'Now you're a Kindred' Handbook. Peabody managed to stake the fucker and he started to fall apart as Luchesio and I unloaded with automatic weapon fire. Peabody kept stabbing the fucker and he kept falling apart as Luchesio tosses me the S.A.W. and I pepper the bastard with weapons fire. Then I saw something that will haunt me for the rest of my days. We were down to the last...thing...and it staked Peabody and he went to ash. I have never met a better soldier and I'll be damned if he doesn't get avenged. McTierdon fell too. We finally managed to kill the bastard and took roll.

We had won but had lost some of our best doing it. I myself am pretty injured so if you need me go ahead and leave a message. This tired soldier needs some rest. For those who have fallen I salute you. Your deaths will not have been in vain and I will fight the Sabbat down to the last man even if I have to smash the last fucker to death with my own two hands. We will drive them out of Melbourne and generations of Kindred who hear of the tale of Melbourne will know of those who fell to make their home safe. The road to victory is always paved with the blood of the innocent. The dogs of war fight on and the children rejoice in their freedom. Here's to you Vernon and Duncan. Cheers. Semper Fi. Carry On.

" I have watched nations rise and fall through the scope of my rifle"
Sergeant Major Lukav Vitel, Marines 501st
Follower of Set and Officer in Set's Army
*Acknowledged*