It started like most other rounds of Camp Gibraltar do, we (PAC) attempt to take a flag, they (EU) attempt to stop us - the only real difference being we only had 200 tickets this time instead of 300. Our first few pushes on Harbor were pretty much futile, to say the least. We couldn't make it up the ramp with out eating a rocket or well placed 'nade. On one of the attempts, we actually made it to the Harbor flag and I ordered my squad to the flag as I ran around getting revives. After my forth or fifth revive, my paddles stopped working - overheated I guess. So I sat near the flag and provided cover as my squad and a few other friendlies worked on flipping it.

We got our flag and we defended it and for what felt like five minutes I either ate 'nades, rockets, or bullets and each time I went down I was revived immediately. The fragging was so bad that I never got the chance to move or reload, I was in a bad position. Eventually I respawned and we worked our way to Toll Station pushing back the EU forces as we went. We come within visual distance of the gates and something strange happened, the EU team disappeared. What? Were did they go? I voice my confusion and someone says "They've lost a back flag!". I think "Great!, let's get Toll while they're distracted" and that's exactly what we did.

After capping the flag, my squad cleared the East while another squad cleared the West. Then orders came in from our CO - "Move on Central Camp". We still had hostile activity at Toll, so we stayed back a little while longer cleaning up. Then the orders came in again "Move on Central Camp!", and we did. I wanted to hit it from the Northern entrance, so we ran up the Easter corridor, ground level and worked our way around. As we passed the first intersection a 'nade landed at our feet. "!@#$, this is going to hurt" someone said, and miraculously, it didn't. Somehow we all survived with the most minor of cuts and bruises. We get all the way around to the Northern side of Central Camp and we have yet to meet any resistance so rather than pause and regroup, we charge right in and up the stairs. Lucky for us another squad had just rushed from a different direction and softened up our targets and depleted their ammo and we were able to get up the stairs, clean off the platform and take the flag. Somewhere in the fight I went down but was revived, loosing my assault kit in the process replaced by a support kit. I now had a Clarke, one of my least favorite weapons. I manage a few kills with it and take a breather as the flags starts to rise.

As the flag is going up, new orders come in, "Take ruins, Take Ruins". Damn, no rest for the weary. We have a decent ticket lead, we're good on supplies and the CO seems to have his head on straight so, I issue the order "Let's move on ruins from the top" and we head across the catwalks. My goal was to get on the ledge above the flag, rain down a bit of death on the defenders and then cap it. Well, I forgot I didn't have my assault kit with me and the support had heavy armor on. I'm moving slow and we manage to get part way across the catwalk when we start to take fire. I pull out my health pack only to hear "click, click, click" as a resupply crate appears in my hands. Oh crap. Better keep moving and hope for the best. I got the worst. I was on point, low on health, out of sprint (damn heavy armor) and I mistimed the jump across the gap and I landed right in the middle of a hostile squad, loosing more health int he fall. Wonderful. At that point I go into CYA mode and I pull out my Clarke before anyone spots me. I fire point blank into someone's back. I miss. Crap. I fire again. I miss again. Double crap. So I do what any person who sucks with the Clarke should do, I run away like a little girl. I die immediately. Oh well, back to Central Camp.

Our pushes on Ruins and EU Base failed and EU manages to get some infantry behind us and onto Toll Station. We spawn there, clean up the hostiles, and setup a defense because somehow EU has managed to reclaim Central Camp. Doh! And their walker is right around the corner laying waste to all who poke there head out. Doh Doh! So we defend. Again. EU must have taken the "Rocket spam 101" course because that's all their doing. Now our ticket lead quickly turns into a deficit and my strategy goes from "kill them" to "save us". Our teammates keep putting themselves in the worst positions and getting themselves killed, I'd say they were like lemmings but at this point they weren't that organized and I'd be insulting the lemmings. So our team tries to go kill for kill and yell to my squad "Everyone start reviving, we're not attacking anymore".

The ticket gap narrows and both teams are around 22 tickets apiece. Bam, a few hundred rockets explode in front of me killing a few guys. I pull out my paddle, push sprint, and get in a running revive. I make it to cover, turned and diid it again. I can only hope the rest of my squad was doing the same, by that time my hands were full and I only had eyes for the fallen.

The tickets slowly crept down and it PAC and EU were in a neck and neck race. We ran from body to body watching the tickets drop...
12-11
8-9
6-7
4-5
1-3
1-2
1-1
"REVIVE, REVIVE, REVIVE."

Boom, I'm dead. I start yelling "No, get me up, get me... "

0-1.

We lost. Argh, so close! I still had time on my revive clock, so I know I was NOT the last ticket. I take solace in that. I am very pleased to know that my squad did more than their fair share to keep us in the game. Good job, I salute you.

Great round! Starting with only 200 tickets kept the round from going on forever and ever.