Cutscene[]
TOBRUK 1941[]
Several shots reveal shovels digging in the desert as the Desert Rats set explosives and a mouse leaps by.
Arthur Kingsley (voice): Insubordinate. Churlish. No stranger to a prison cell. That's Lucas.
Lucas and his friends, Desmond "Des" WIlmot and "Bluey" Smith, toil in the desert as they set more explosives.
Arthur Kingsley: You had to credit the S.O.E. They were very good at spotting talent in the unlikeliest of places. And Lucas had talent. He was a skilled demolitionist with an explosive temperament. And a sharp tongue.
Lucas, "Des", and "Bluey" finish setting the explosives just as the sun sets. The camera focuses in on the detonator.
The scene cuts to nighttime as Lucas and his friends play cards.
Arthur Kingsley: Out there in the desert, the Rats of Tobruk were like a family. Unfortunately... They never did figure out how to get along with the brass.
A set of boots walks into view as Major Henry Hamms watches them.
Gameplay[]
Cut to Lucas' POV as he plays cards with Bluey and Des
Des Wilmot: Today, Princess.
Lucas Riggs: I'm savoring the moment.
Des Wilmot: (sarcastically) Oh, I'm so sorry. Of course you are, your highness.
Bluey holds his face in his hands, tired out.
Lucas Riggs: Hey, Bluey. Wake up. You're gonna wanna see this one.
Bluey grumbles.
Des Wilmot: Ah, fuck me. Play the damn cards.
Lucas puts down his hand on their makeshift table.
Lucas Riggs: Alright, Des... Read 'em and weep.
Des looks at the hand and gets frustrated.
Des Wilmot: Oh, you fucking donkey! No way!
An angry Hamms kicks their table, startling them.
Henry Hamms: Why the bloody hell aren't you at your posts?
"Bluey" Smith: Major Hamms. We thought.,,
Henry Hamms: You thought you'd muck around.
Lieutenant Robert Jacobs walks by.
Robert Jacobs: Major. Convoy's approaching.
Henry Hamms: Right. You Rats follow me. Try and act like real soldiers for once.
"Bluey" Smith: Sir!
Hamms and Jacobs walk away.
THE RATS OF TOBRUK[]
AMBUSH NAZI SUPPLIES
AUGUST 1941
TOBRUK, LIBYA
PVT. LUCAS RIGGS
Des makes a mocking salute.
Des Wilmot: Uhh, ohhh, yes sir, no sir, uh - see? That's what a real soldier looks like, mate.
Lucas, Des, and Bluey put away their cards and gather their weapons and gear.
Des Wilmot: (sigh) What a way to stand up to him, Bluey! Good job, buddy.
"Bluey" Smith: Hey! Fuck off, Des.
Des WIlmot: What's Hamms even doing here in the first place, huh?
"Bluey" Smith: He's a Major. He can do whatever he wants.
Lucas checks his Owen gun and readies it as he and his teammates make their way to the ambush point.
Des Wilmot: You're lucky. I was about to make me comeback.
Lucas Riggs: Shut up, Des. You've never beaten me at anything.
Des Wilmot: What? Ah mate, pull the other one!
The Australian and British soldiers reach their ambush point on a cliff overlooking a road.
Henry Hamms: The explosives are ready?
Des Wilmot: Lucas and I set them ourselves...sir.
Henry Hamms: Man your position!
Lucas places himself at the detonator as the German convoy arrives around the corner.
Henry Hamms: The timing must be perfect. I need you all to focus.
Robert Jacobs: We got eyes on them.
Henry Hamms: Quiet over there.
Des notices a German Panzer tank leading the convoy.
Des Wilmot: Hang on now. What's that in the lead?
Henry Hamms: (annoyed) I said, "Be quiet!"
Lucas prepares to detonate the explosives before Hamms interrupts him.
Henry Hamms: Ah ah ah! I'll do the honors, thank you!
(If Lucas doesn't man his position...)
Henry Hamms: (sarcastic) I suppose I'll do the honors then.
Hamms takes over Lucas' place as the convoy gets closer.
Lucas Riggs: Sir. Marker is that first rock.
Henry Hamms: Yes, I know.
Des WIlmot: That's a tank.
Henry Hamms: (laughs) Germans have tanks, Private.
Des Wilmot: Ya, but the armor's too thick! We didn't pack for a tank!
Henry Hamms: Bloody hell...
Lucas Riggs: Hit the treads! It's the only way you're gonna to stop it!
Henry Hamms: I-I-I need to focus!
Des Wilmot: No no! Sir, wait for the treads!
Hamms ignores Des as he presses down on the detonator's plunger.
Des Wilmot: No, no! Wait!
The explosion goes off right in front of the tank.
Henry Hamms: Gah!
Des Wilmot: Fuck!
Hamms rounds on Lucas accusingly.
Henry Hamms: You distracted me!
Des Wilmot: Fuck me dead.
Robert Jacobs: They think they hit a mine!
Des Wilmot: Lucas! Bet you could throw a banger into that tank's hatch!
Lucas uses his ability to throw grenades and explosives as he aims for the tank's hatch.
Henry Hamms: Stay low!
Lucas successfully lobs a grenade into the tank, destroying it from the inside.
Des Wilmot: Aww...Pure gold, mate!
The Germans are alerted to the Australian and British soldiers' presence and counter attack.
Henry Hamms: Charge! Charge!
Lucas and his teammates attack the German soldiers, with Lucas throwing grenades at the Germans and destroying any remaining vehicles on the road.
Des Wilmot: Yeah! Now we're cookin'!
"Bluey" Smith: Hey, Des! Less talking, more shooting!
A German halftrack appears on the road and opens fire on the Australian/British team.
Des Wilmot: Fuck me dead!
"Bluey" Smith: Ah, shit!
Aussie Soldier: We're pinned down!; Argggh!
Des Wilmot: Use the hill, Lucas! Lucas, up the hill!
Lucas takes out the halftrack machine gunner by tossing a grenade or shooting the gunner.
Des Wilmot: You see that shit?
"Bluey" Smith: Yeah, why aren't you that good?
The Australian and British soldiers continue to dispatch the German convoy defenders until they reach a fuel truck.
Robert Jacobs: Watch out for that fuel truck!
Des WIlmot: Light that fucker up!
Lucas shoots the fuel truck.
Robert Jacobs: No! Don't!
The fuel truck explodes.
Des Wilmot: Yea! That was a big one!
Robert Jacobs: Cease fire! Cease fire!
Des WIlmot: I was just warming up!
Henry Hamms: Fan out! Clear these trucks! Or what's left of them.
Aussie Soldier: What's he got on him?
"Bluey" Smith: Lucas! Search that one on the end.
Aussie Soldier: Make sure he's dead, yeah?
Lucas reaches the end of the wrecked convoy and approaches the last truck. Suddenly, a German soldier springs out of the truck and attacks Lucas with a knife.
"Bluey" Smith: Look out, mate!
Bluey rushes to Lucas' defense.
"Bluey" Smith: Get off 'im!
Bluey hits the German soldier in his helmet, but the German remains unfazed and stabs Bluey in the torso.
"Bluey" Smith: Ugh! Agggh!
Lucas Riggs: Bluey!!!
Another German truck drives up. The German pushes Bluey to the ground and runs to the truck.
Des Wilmot: There's another truck!
Des opens fire on the escaping truck while Lucas puts pressure on Bluey's wound with his hands.
Des Wilmot: I nicked his tires. He didn't get very far.
Henry Hamms: This was a simple raid and half the supplies we wanted have gone up in smoke!
Robert Jacobs: Sir, there's still one truck down the ridge!
Henry Hamms: Well then, take some Rats and get after them, Jacobs!
Robert Jacobs: Let's go!
Henry Hamms: They're good for sniffing around the dirt.
(If Lucas doesn't immediately move...)
Henry Hamms: I said, move, Private!
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs take off on foot after the truck by following its tracks.
Henry Hamms: And when you're done, walk your arses back to camp!
Des Wilmot: He serious? That'll take all fuckin' night!
Robert Jacobs: Let's go, Privates.
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs reach the crashed truck. They spot a lone, wounded German soldier sitting on the side of the road.
Des WIlmot: Told you they didn't get far.
Robert Jacobs: Watch out. One's still alive.
Des WIlmot: We can fix that.
Des shoots the German soldier.
Des WIlmot: Good night, Kraut.
Robert Jacobs: I thought there were more.
Des checks inside the truck for more Germans.
Des WIlmot: One dead in the truck. Other wanker must've run off.
Robert Jacobs: Then we find him.
Jacobs finds a trail of blood on the ground.
Robert Jacobs: Fresh blood. Follow it.
Des Wilmot: Fucking genius idea, Jacobs.
Robert Jacobs: That's "Sir" to you, Private.
Des WIlmot: The name's Des. And that's Lucas. And neither of us give a fuck about your rank. We all know about you, Jacobs. Us Rats pay more attention than you think.
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs proceed further down the trail. They hear the German survivor's voice.
Robert Jacobs: Quiet. Do you hear that?
Lucas Riggs: Who's he shouting to?
Robert Jacobs: This way.
Lucas follows Des and Jacobs as they spot the German survivor speaking to his compatriots at an unmarked outpost. The Germans take up defensive positions on the road as the survivor collapses to the ground.
Robert Jacobs: Bloody hell!
Lucas Riggs: Oi, this ain't on our maps!
Robert Jacobs: Keep down! We aren't equipped for this!
Des Wilmot: We can take 'em.
Robert Jacobs: Are you mad?
Des Wilmot: You got me and Lucas.
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs head down the slope and take up positions for attacking the outpost.
(If Lucas doesn't take cover before attacking...)
Robert Jacobs: Keep down. Don't let them see you!
(If Lucas doesn't immediately begin the attack...)
Des Wilmot: Lucas. Cook a banger. Give these Krauts a wake-up!
Lucas begins the attack, causing the Germans to sound a whistle in alarm.
Des Wilmot: Yeah, here we go!
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs open fire on the Germans. The German soldiers fire a flare up in the sky, calling for reinforcements.
Robert Jacobs: Damn! They shot a flare! Let's move to their flank position.
Des Wilmot: Or how 'bout we just shoot 'em!
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs mop up the German soldiers in the area.
Des Wilmot: That's how you win a war!
Robert Jacobs: They fired a flare off.
Des Wilmot: Nobody saw that.
Robert Jacobs: Alright. We'll search the area, but then we're leaving.
Lucas searches the area and finds a pile of maps on a wooden crate. One of the maps has the Phoenix symbol.
Lucas Riggs: Hey, I found something. You read Kraut?
Robert Jacobs: A little.
Des Wilmot: Of course he does.
Jacobs reads through the map.
Robert Jacobs: It looks like one of Rommel's officers checked through here to visit a camp up the way. I don't know what kind. I don't recognize these symbols.
Lucas Riggs: Then, we go take a look.
Robert Jacobs: The Krauts just lit up the sky. More could be coming! No! We return to base, report to the Major.
Lucas Riggs: We can't report a thing if we don't know what it is. That wouldn't be good soldiering, Jacobs.
Jacobs relents.
Robert Jacobs: Fine. We'll scope it out. Let's tread quietly this time.
(If Lucas stands still for a time)
Des Wilmot: Lucas, you comin' or what?; Let's go, farm boy!
The three Allied soldiers move down the road.
Robert Jacobs: This road should take us directly to the camp.
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs follow the road until they spot a German vehicle approaching.
Des WIlmot: Yeah. Straight into those Krauts.
Robert Jacobs: Get off the Road! Before they see us! Into the ruins!
The three soldiers run off the road and hide in the ruins.
Des WIlmot: Go! Go!
Robert Jacobs: I told you they saw the flare!
The three soldiers notice a large glow off in the distance.
Robert Jacobs: That glow on the horizon. It must be the German camp.
Des Wilmot: I say we stay off the road, and we cut through the desert.
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs run across the ruins and spot a German flare shoot up in the sky.
Robert Jacobs: Get to cover, quickly!
The flares brighten up in the sky as German soldiers arrive nearby and search the ruins for trespassers.
Robert Jacobs: Do not engage.
Des Wilmot: Fuck. Every Kraut and their mum is out lookin' for us.
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs stealthily make their way through the ruins.
Robert Jacobs: Let's wait them out.
Lucas kills a German soldier.
Robert Jacobs: What are you doing?
The German soldiers are alerted to the three's presence and engage.
Des Wilmot: Let's cut through here.
Robert Jacobs: Keep away from the flares.
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs defend themselves from the German attackers until the area is clear. They encounter another tank near a house.
Lucas Riggs: Fuck. Another tank.
Robert Jacobs: Duck into that house.
(If Lucas stays outside the house)
Des Wilmot: Maybe we can duck through that house?
Robert Jacobs: We can't stay here!
The three soldiers wait until the tank drives off.
Robert Jacobs: Now. Go! Stay out of the light!
Des WIlmot: Inside! Quick!
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs head inside the house and hide, killing any German soldiers they encounter.
Robert Jacobs: Shhhh. Quiet!
The three soldiers come out of hiding and head back out to the road.
(If the enemy is alerted to the Allies' presence...)
Des Wilmot: Aww shit! They spotted us!
Robert Jacobs: Move out! Quickly!
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs continue down the road.
Robert Jacobs: Looks clear. Try not to stir the hornet's nest again.
Des Wilmot: We can't stay here. Keep movin'.; Lucas, we can't go back!
The three soldiers continue across the desert until they spot another German convoy approaching.
Robert Jacobs: There's another convoy coming! Move! Move!
They reach a bridge and hide under it. The German convoy passes over them.
Des Wilmot: Through here! Quickly! This way! Hold up! Wait for them to pass!
The German convoy passes over them.
Robert Jacobs: Whatever these Germans are hiding -- it must be pretty important.
The German convoy drives off, leaving the three soldiers alone.
Des Wilmot: We're clear. Let's go!
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs enter a narrow passageway.
Robert Jacobs: You sure you're going the right way?
Des Wilmot: I'm going the only way, you dickhead.
Robert Jacobs: That's enough, Des! This isn't a joke! I need a drink.
Des Wilmot: Talk with your man, Hamms. He's got plenty.
Robert Jacobs: What?
Des Wilmot: He's never shared a sip from his fancy flask?
Lucas Riggs: Well, there should be plenty to go around, he's a bloody lightweight.
Des Wilmot: If I ever get my hands on that wanker's flask, it's my shout, fellas.
The three soldiers reach the end of the passageway.
Des Wilmot: Hang on. There's a light up ahead.
They come across the border of the German camp.
Des Wilmot: Looks like we found the German camp.
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs enter an empty tent.
Des WIlmot: Where is everybody?
Lucas Riggs: Probably out looking for us, I reckon.
Jacobs notices a great deal of documents and paperwork in the tent.
Robert Jacobs: Hold on. What's all this?
Des Wilmot: Who cares?
Lucas picks up another Phoenix document and Jacobs takes a photograph of Erwin Rommel and Hermann Freisinger from a board.
Robert Jacobs: Look at this. I think the chap on the left is Rommel.
Jacobs gives the photograph and chart to Lucas.
Lucas Riggs: Who's the fancy bugger?
Des Wilmot: Seriously?
Lucas Riggs: We're gathering intelligence!
Robert Jacobs: Something you obviously lack, Private.
Des Wilmot: Hilarious. You sort your papers. You know what I see? I see a ton of shit outside that hoes "boom". Now, what do you suppose we should do about that?
Robert Jacobs: Uh. Well...
Lucas Riggs: We should blow it the fuck up.
Jacobs rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he, Lucas, and Des exit the tent and scope out their objectives.
Des WIlmot: That's what I call target rich. Motor pool on the left... Ammo dump just ahead... Gas depot on the right just asking to be lit up.
The player now has the option to pursue his objectives however he chooses. In any case, Lucas will lead Des and Jacobs through the camp until Lucas kills the first German soldier.
Des WIlmot: Yeah, here we go!
Robert Jacobs: Bloody hell!
The three soldiers encounter heavy fire from the guard tower.
Robert Jacobs: Take out that guard tower!
Lucas dispatches the guards in the tower.
(After destroying the tanks in the camp with satchel charges)
Des Wilmot: Beautiful, Lucas! Just got the fuel dump and armory to go!; Cark that ammo depot from the inside!
German reinforcements arrive to kill the three soldiers.
Robert Jacobs: Enemy reinforcements!
Des Wilmot: Trucks inbound! Light up those trucks!
Lucas destroys the trucks and kills the German soldiers around them. Lucas then enters the ammo dump.
Lucas Riggs: I'm gonna blow it from the inside!
Lucas kills the Germans defending the ammo dump and places a satchel charge in one of the weapons caches. He then runs outside the dump to escape the explosion as the timer countdown starts.
Lucas Riggs: Clear out Clear out!; Move! Move! It's gonna blow!
The ammo dump explodes when the timer goes off.
Des Wilmot: Beautiful, mate! Get inside and blow up that fuel dump!
Lucas enters the fuel dump.
Des Wilmot: You're gonna have to blow it from the inside!
Lucas kills the German soldiers inside the fuel dump and then plants a satchel charge inside the fuel storage room. Another timer countdown starts, whereby Lucas must leave the building before it explodes.
Des WIlmot: Go! Go! Go!
Lucas escapes the fuel dump just in time before the countdown ends. The dump blows up in a massive fireball. After killing any German soldiers remaining in the area, Lucas regroups with Des and Jacobs.
Des Wilmot: Fuck me, that was glorious, Lucas!
Robert Jacobs: Ah, I can't believe it!
Des Wilmot: Stick with the Rats, Jacobs, you might learn a thing or two.
They hear the sound of a German Stuka dive bomber nearby.
Des Wilmot: Wait, you guys hear that?
Jacobs spots the Stuka dive bomber as it commences a strafing run on them.
Robert Jacobs: That's a plane! Find cover!
The three soldiers duck for cover as the dive bomber attacks them. The plane comes around for another run.
Des Wilmot: Lucas, are you good?
Lucas Riggs: I'm good!
Des Wilmot: Hit that donkey now, while he's still searching for us!; Shoot that fucking sky wanker!
Lucas opens fire on the Stuka and scores a hit on it.
Des Wilmot: You hit him! But he ain't down yet!
Robert Jacobs: Keep on him, Lucas!
A truck carrying German soldiers arrives in the area.
Des Wilmot: Shit! We got Krauts coming up the road!
Lucas helps dispatch the German troops and the Stuka returns for another strafing run.
Des Wilmot: Stuka's coming back! Watch out!
Robert Jacobs: Let him have it!
Lucas opens fire on the attacking Stuka and lands another successful hit on it.
Des WIlmot: It's smokin' Lucas! Keep shooting at it!; I see smoke! That cover's shredded! It won't take another pass!
The Stuka comes back round for another run.
Robert Jacobs: Now! Open fire!
Lucas lands another successful shot at the Stuka.
Robert Jacobs: Stuka's badly damaged!
Another truck carrying German reinforcements appears on the scene.
Des Wilmot: More Krauts! Driving up the airstrip!; Another truck, coming up the airstrip!
Lucas helps to eliminate the German troops. The Stuka comes back around to launch another strafing run.
Des Wilmot: He's circling around!; Here he comes!; He's coming in for another pass. Light him up!
Robert Jacobs: I see it! It's coming 'round again!
Lucas lands one last successful shot on the Stuka, causing it to take heavy damage.
Des WIlmot: Take that, you fucking Kraut!
The Stuka begins to careen out of control as it flies towards Lucas, Des, and Jacobs.
Des WIlmot: Oh, well that buggered him.
The level ends.
Cutscene 1[]
The Stuka dive bomber trails flames and smoke as Lucas, Des, and Jacobs watch it fly out of control and hit the German camp nearby.
Arthur Kingsley (voice): On the coast of Italian Libya, an Australian private and a group of Rats had given Rommel a huge black eye.
The scene transitions to daytime in the morning as Lucas, Des, and Jacobs return to their camp.
Arthur Kingsley: Their actions should have earned them medals, and maybe even a shred of respect. Hamms didn't see it that way.
Lucas, Des, and Jacobs stop in their tracks as they spot Hamms angrily approaching them with two Royal Military Policemen.
Arthur Kingsley: Their reward was some time in the brig. However, all Richter seemed to care about was Rommel and his connection to Freisinger. That fool would listen to Lucas as long as we needed him to.
Cut to black.
Cutscene 2[]
Richter and Lucas sit across from each other in the interrogation room. An explosion rumbles above them, startling Richter. A loudspeaker blares over the complex.
Nazi Loudspeaker (German): City defenses breached. All personnel evacuate via the tunnels.
Lucas laughs.
Lucas Riggs: I caught "tunnels" - what was the rest?
Jannick Richter: We have very little time. Tell me, what did Freisinger want with Rommel?
Lucas Riggs: I thought you wanted to know about our team.
Jannick Richter: Answer me now or our deal is off!
Lucas Riggs: Okay, okay. Don't get your undies in a twist.
Lucas leans forward and resumes his story while Arthur Kingsley narrates.
Arthur Kingsley (voice): Lucas piled it on like a champ. He didn't have to tell Richter anything more than the lies that Nazi already told himself. That was the Third Reich for you. Their reality was delusion.
Cut to black.
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