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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2012 8:38:21 GMT -5
John managed to get out of the craft, using his rifle to support himself. He didn't feel a thing, but that didn't mean it was easy.
It may be a good idea to see the man who's in charge now. I don't think I'll need casevac, but I'm not sure how wounded I look. standing up helps me a bit, I guess.
He walked up to Captain Jones, and saluted
"Captain, Lieutenant John Aldman, pilot. I survived the crash over there, but my co-pilot wasn't that lucky. I would like to, no, I'm pretty sure I have to get transported back to the Dauntless Fury. I'm only standing because I'm literally pumped up with pain meds."
After standing a few minutes, he sat down, and cloesd his eyes for a bit. He was getting tired.
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Post by Ted Manning on Sept 2, 2012 10:04:36 GMT -5
"Roger" Manning nodded at the sergeant as the two began to make their way around the cliff face towards where the other landing craft had crashed, "But as soon as we rendezvous with everyone I'm taking a look at your wounds." he snapped. He wasn't snapping out of line but a combat medic needed to assert himself pretty damn well in order to get the point across sometimes. Line infantry were always stubborn.
Up ahead he saw the landing craft and a few soldiers spread about and that's when he saw one of them level there gun in their direction, "WOAH WERE FRIENDL-" but that was as far as he got before three rounds zinged past his head. Quickly he turned and saw that the rounds had made there mark but against a rebel who was right behind him as well as a few others.
"Sergeant!" he shouted to get the man's attention, "On our six!"
Ted dropped to his knee and leveled his rifle, taking aim. More rounds snapped and popped over his head as he himself let out a three round burst. To be that last guy was very unlucky as not only did he take a few rounds from the men at the craft but took a well placed shot group from Manning's weapon as well to the chest. Getting up from his knee he wrapped his arm around the Sergeant as they made there way to the craft and finally let go.
He made his way over to were the group was situated after the Ensign had called over the NCOs. He was then given an order and turned to the man whom had given to him, "On it, sir" he replied to the Ensign and made his way over to Lee.
"Lee, are you hurt? You okay? Good. Let's start tagging the ones not getting back into the fight and flagging the ones who are injured but ready to go."
Ted made his way over to a trooper, corporal by the look of the rank on his armor, and knelt down next to him. A small, clean hole was punched in the helmet, a trickle of blood clung to the cracks. As he began to remove the helmet, blood pooled onto the white snow. He knew this man was dead but it was still protocol to grab the dogtags and announce KIA. The head was caved in at the top where the high velocity round had hit which caused Manning to sigh and look away.
"Corporal Mitchell. KIA" he murmured as he ripped the dog tags from his neck. "What you got over their, Lee."
Just then a man a few yards away slumped to the ground in a sitting position. He looked exhausted but as he got closer he saw he was wounded very badly. He knelt down next to him and helped remove his helmet. He noted the insignia of First Lieutenant. He began to check over the man.
"For future reference," he said low so no one else heard "I would like it if you didn't salute while in the field, sir. I would much rather only have to patch up one, officer, instead of two because a sniper saw you salute him." Manning said this with respect and not malice or reprimand.
"You're vitals are stabil...ish, you're pain meds are taking away the severity of this wound. You shouldn't have even been walking." Manning uncapped gel and sealed the wound. He then looked over at Lee "Lee! Come over here and prep the lieutenant for medevac, roger?"
He then stood and faced the captain, "Sir, this man is in no fighting condition and is only awake because of the pure adrenaline. His injuries are not life threatening...yet; however, he will slow us down exponentially. I suggest a medevac."
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Sept 2, 2012 10:40:03 GMT -5
Admin Post "Ensign Hobbar after-" Captain Jones began to tell the Ensign but a pilot came to him. The pilot looked very wounded, too wounded to probably see action for now. He walked up to Captain Jones, and saluted "Captain, Lieutenant John Aldman, pilot. I survived the crash over there, but my co-pilot wasn't that lucky. I would like to, no, I'm pretty sure I have to get transported back to the Dauntless Fury. I'm only standing because I'm literally pumped up with pain meds."After standing a few minutes, he sat down, and cloesd his eyes for a bit. He was getting tired. he pointed to one of the sparrows that did land, it was near where the giant boulders were. That sparrow was currently being loaded with the wounded from the battle. That is also when Medic Manning arrived and him about the condition of the pilot. "Agreed, I wouldn't of had him stay in the field."Turning his attention back to the Ensign. Hobbar looked at the pilot "Have Medic Lee take you to the Sparrow before it leaves for the space port. Thanks for getting us in here by the way." Ensign Hobbar would of shook the man's hand however the man probably wouldn't of felt up to it. "Battalion has just contacted us Ensign. We're being sent to one of the downed Sparrows carrying Special Security Mercenaries." he said. When Jones said "Special Security" he cringed. "However seeing as third platoon is almost now full of holes, we're short on people. So I'm sending your platoon to rescue those Mercenaries. The rest of the company will contact Battalion to let them know what' we're planning, if I know Major Lindbergh he'll understand. I'm sure he'll have us doing something in the mean time. Tell your platoon to prepare to move out." Jones said and turned his attention towards Second Platoon's Ensign Franks. "Franks what the hell did I tell you about establishing security dammit!" He then started to walk towards Franks who only had three of his platoon manning positions the rest of his platoon was sitting in the trench smoking. "So that's when I told him that if he wants to get me a gift it'd better not be a soccer ball, I have five of them." Staff Sergeant Silva was telling Kennedy. He was sitting on a step in the trench, he suddenly saw Hobbar arriving. He stood up. "Ensign." "Staff Sergeant, we've been selected to go and rescue a downed sparrow carrying some Special Security Mercs. The drop ship has been located, now we do not know if there are any enemies the area but you can bet there are. Get ready to move out we leave in five." Ensign Hobbar said. Everyone HUD suddenly updated and a marker making note of where Kilo was (it said Kilo) and then gave a way point for a downed drop ship eight miles away due north west. The terrain wouldn't be that bad as the map showed that they'd be in a Forrest like area with heavy snow. "Alright everyone you heard the Ensign , Manning give your report to Hobbar and he'll update the Captain. I want everyone to be prepared for anything, I don't want the Anonymous Resistance Movement troops taking us by surprise again." |
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Post by Ted Manning on Sept 2, 2012 17:41:09 GMT -5
"Roger, Sergeant" Manning nodded as he then made his way over to where the Captain was standing. He waited for him to be done and then approached him, "Sir, I have the casualty report. Second Squad has been relatively wiped out, all that walked away from that crash was myself and Sergeant Godfred. As for the men of first squad we have several wounded but the only two who are combat ineffective are the KIAs Private First Class Nguyen and Corporal Mitchell. The only one I see shipping to the medical facility are the bodies and First Lieutenant John Aldman who suffered high risk injuries during the crash."
Manning was done giving his sitrep to the Sir and with another curt nod he was off to where Lee was helping the pilot to a transport vehicle to take him to the medical facility on site, "Lee I just finished giving a sitrep to Captain Jones, when you're done bringing the L.T. over to the medical facility link up with me, I got a feeling we will be needed a lot more by days end."
Finally he was done for now. Sitting down on a rock he unslung his rifle and propped it up against the stones. He removed the magazine and then removed three spare rounds from his breast pocket and inserted it into the magazine, slapping it into the weapon. He then took his hands and clasped them around the inserts on his helmet and pulled it off with a slight hiss. The cold air bit at his nose and cheeks but it felt nice, the calm felt nice. He took in the hushed area around him. He listened to the laughs of men who lived through the crashes, watched as men put their weapons together after briefly cleaning them.
The calm before the storm.
He removed a "ranger bar" from his pocket and took a bight out of the caramel energy bar. Tasted like plato but did the job.
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Post by Myra Lee on Sept 2, 2012 18:30:09 GMT -5
The pilot was quite persistent in his wish to rejoin the fight. However there seemed to be a bit of logic in him still as he started to get up and walked to an officer to explain that he probably needed to get back to the ship. Myra nodded and decided that as long as the man could see that he needed to be evacuated, then he wouldn’t do something stupid and then Myra wouldn’t need to drug him to a point where he would be unconscious. Ted, the other medic had been finding his way to the group as well but he brought bad news with him. Many people had died and it seemed that only two people from second squad had made it. In fact, made it was a bit much to say as one of them was injured.
Myra turned as Ted walked up and told her to come find him once she was done helping the pilot to the evacuation zone. She nodded and then finished her job. It didn’t take long and once she had made sure he was ok she went back looking for the other medic. Once she found him she placed her gun on the ground and took a seat as well. Everything had happened so fast and she wasn’t even sure she had heard everything she had been told yet. Ted seemed calm enough though. It reminded her that he had called her by her last name and Myra, being far from in the soldier-mindset always wondered why people did that. “You know you don’t have to call me by my last name… We’re friends…” She said with a polite smile as she removed her helmet as well.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2012 5:01:27 GMT -5
"I...I'm...I'm so tired... please... no evac... I wanna walk outta here"
He was barely able to finish his sentence before he fell asleep. It had been a long day, first not being able to land and deliver the supplies at the spaceport, then getting shot down and pumped full of meds so he could help the men. He didn't dream. It was all blackness, nothing at all.
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Post by Ted Manning on Sept 3, 2012 10:32:36 GMT -5
Lee had finally come over to where Ted was sitting and took a seat next to him. He was glad she was handling everything so well, especially since it was her first mission. Not to mention her first mission has gone terribly wrong. When one transport shuttle goes down that in itself is a tragedy but when three go down. Whoever was on that AA gun had one hell of a kill count until the fast movers came in and destroyed them.
When she told Ted he didn't have to call her by her last name he smiled and looked up from eating his energy bar, "I'm sorry about all that nonsense. Being with line units my entire career you kind of just go with the flow and that's what everyone calls one another unless they are an NCO or officer. But I will keep that in mind" he paused and took a bite before continuing "Plus I like the name....Myra. It's exotic." He smiled again and gave her a nudge with his shoulder.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2012 0:19:22 GMT -5
Sigismund just stood there and smiled at the Lance. He was right and he knew why the man had just snapped at him, hell he would have done the same thing if a trooper wasn't following his orders or letting him do his job, and that was pretty much what Sigismund was doing right now. "Got it Lance Corporal, but for now lets focus on-" Before he looked at Ted who began to yell they were friendlies. Sigismund whipped himself around only to see the remaining soldiers of his platoon aim their rifles down range towards them. His eyes went wide, before shoots began to wiz past his helm, which served to make him look behind himself to see a now dead ARM rebel laying in bloody snow. No matter how many times its happened to him he could never get over near misses like this, to many near death experiences, way more than he wanted... rather he didn't want any.
So after whipping around and aiming his rifle down range he began to crack a few shots off, pinning a rebel in shoulder forcing him to fall back and recoil in pain before another shot finished him off. Not his round, but one of the 1st Squads. But no sooner had he began to take shots at his next target was he hauled back by Ted. "Manning! I can still walk!" Sigismund told him, trying to yell over the gun fire. He hated the feeling of being weak and helpless or someone in need of help. It pissed him off when someone fought his battles for him, more so when he was more than capable to fight them on his own. But right now just shrugged it off as he and Ted regrouped with the others. Sitting down he looked over at Hobbar, giving him a nod, before untinting his visor. "Sir, Silva. Glad to see you both in one peace." Sigimund greeted the two before relaxing some so Ted could check on his wounds.
While everyone did their thing Sigimund just sat in his place, after his wounds were checked out. He was happy there would be no bad side effects of the wounds. He'd still be able to do all he did before, only he'd have two more large scars to add to his collection. He then sighed as he looked over at the two body bags that housed the two dead first squad soldiers. Both were good men, and friends. It wasn't easy seeing their lifeless bodies, or thinking of how much quieter the ship would be without them or his squad which would be evac'd out. He couldn't let his emotions get to him right now though, he still had a job to do, and he'd do his damn best to make sure his troopers didn't die for nothing. Then as he sat there thinking his HUD's mini map came lighting up, pointing to a new objective. The downed ship, and its crew. Sigismund just watched before looking over which in turn opened up a small file that held intel on the area around it and what was to be expected. More hard fighting, and more blood and wounds. Shit was going to get vertical and fast.
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Post by Jorge Silva on Sept 4, 2012 9:04:26 GMT -5
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Checking his gear one last time to make sure that he had everything that he would need, Silva got out of the trench and made a motion for the platoon to gather around him. "Alright, we're going through a Forrest, and due to the limited visibility, we don't know who will be in there. It's a eight mile hike, so be prepared for this to be a long one. We do not know if the mercs are still alive, once we reach the craft we'll see what we can do. Godfred, your on point."
With that being said, Silva, Hobbar and the rest of the platoon moved out towards the slope. Silva was right behind Godfred, with Hobbar behind Lee. Walking past the downed drop ship felt a little strange, he had hoped that no other platoon had suffered as much as this platoon did. Climbing up the slope was not that difficult however, it just looked like it would. Once they reached the top, they came to a outline of very thick trees, extremely thick. The HUD told everyone that they would need to continue into the trees to reach the downed drop ship..and they hadn't even traveled a mile.The sunlight came though the trees, it was a slight yellow, the sun had been up for a good thirty minutes now. It seemed beautiful.
As they made their way through the trees, Silva couldn't help but think of those old forrests back on Hadamard, his home world in the Seldon System. Hadamard had extremely enormous forrests that went on for thousands of acres. The planet was fully colonized by humanity, however the original colonists who found the planet were extreme nature lovers. They stated that the bare minimum of trees could be cut down however most wood would have to be imported.
The original colonists came from the planet of Gorbi in the South Draconis system, where that planet had almost been stripped bare of forrests, there was still enough trees for oxygen but they had stripped large forrests to make room for buildings, roads, space ports, cities and towns. It was difficult at first for the original Hadamarads' however within twenty years the economics of it provided better solutions. Wood could be imported with a special tax write off, so that way people saved money. However that money was divided, half went into the social net on Hadamard and the other went to the person who bought the wood. The original colonists wished to create a socialist type planet. And so far as Silva could tell it was working.
Each planet could create it's own local government however it had to answer directly to the U.C.R. A planet could be a loose networks of local lands, a confederate like government, or it could be a strictly capitalist government. That was the one thing in the constitution of 2256, each star system and or planet had the right to form it's own local government and or economic system. However on a interstellar basis, they all belonged to the U.C.R. The United Colonial Republic allowed anyone to voice his or her opinion on any number of issues..as long as they did not resort to violence. As ARM was currently doing. However ARM did have a point...why should there only be one company that did everything the government did not do?
The snow was ankle deep, Silva's boots were covered in the snow. He actually enjoyed the snow, on T.V. however it always looked fluffy but it wasn't it was hard ice most of the time. They were only a mile in and so far nothing was happening. "Ensign, is it just me or do you think this is a trap?" he said on a private channel. "Staff Sergeant, focus on the mission. And yes I do think something is very wrong." He then realized that it had suddenly started to snow...hard in fact. Visibility suddenly dropped to the person in front of you. "Watch the person in front of you don't get lost in the woods." Staff Sergeant Silva said.
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Post by Myra Lee on Sept 4, 2012 15:26:01 GMT -5
It wasn’t that Myra hadn’t noticed how everyone in the army used last names to identify themselves or to address others. However to Myra it felt wrong. Sure she was proud of her family and she liked her last name, but it still felt so formal and unfriendly to be addressed by last name. And didn’t the army try to promote close-knit groups? Wasn’t the camaraderie between soldiers supposed to be an unbreakable bond? Didn’t the term brothers in arms signify that very thing? At least to Myra’s knowledge, siblings didn’t call each other by last names.
“It’s okay…” She said when Ted started to apologize for doing what everyone else did, everyone except Myra. “I just find it too formal to call people by their last names…” She added and then smiled with a hint of a blush as Ted complimented her name. “Thanks” She said and looked up as one of the NCOs started giving out orders to move out. Myra got back on her feet and put her helmet back on and briefly looked around. She took one step towards the NCO but then remembered that she had left her weapon on the ground and quickly turned to pick it up.
Then started a long walk through a forest. Myra looked up at the trees as they walked under them. If there was one thing the army could provide, it certainly was exotic locations and this one was very beautiful. Just too bad that there were bad people here to make the place a poor tourist location. However suddenly the trees disappeared and a thick fog made it hard to see anything. Instinctively, Myra increased her speed to get closer to the person in front of her. She didn’t want to get lost. Not out here with enemies around.
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Sept 6, 2012 11:58:11 GMT -5
Stephanie had gotten lost amongst all the chaos when everything went to hell in a handbasket. "Fuck"
[/b] she mumbled under her breathe as she realized she was waking up. The woman didn't remember the crash, her shoulder was hurting like hell, then again after Bulgaria anytime her body hurt, her shoulder did. First off, Stephanie hated flying and pilots, whoever had crashed this bird was going to get it. The woman growled slightly with the pain. One. She wasn't bleeding out. Two. She could move. Three. Medics touched her it was going to be a fight. Medics simply didn't touch the disgruntled Sergeant. Higher ranked medics usually had to pull rank on her, and well lower ranks just had to deal with her displeasure. Regardless she got up. The woman heard Silva's orders and nodded. She looked to the others as they were talking about approaching the wooded sight. The woman was holding her arm, but supported it without too much trouble. No pain, no gain. The Sergeant spoke. "I've got cover"[/b] She informed whichever senior officer was standing there. Stephanie was not the front line type, but she was great cover for whoever was and she would play to her strengths for the sake of the team. That day blurred through her head constantly. She wouldn't let the team down like that. Truth be told she hadn't let the team down then, nothing she could have done would have brought that team back. Madden had tagged along and shoved her in the back with the butt of his rifle. "Focus Steph"[/b] he always addressed her informally when he wanted her attention. Stephanie rolled her eyes and snapped lightly. "Corporal, I know my place"[/b] she informed him. Stephanie was a snappy person. Talking to her when you didn't know her was almost asking to get your head bit off. Connor seemed to know what limits to push and what limits to leave alone. Everything between the ship and how they had gotten here was mostly a blur to her, maybe it had been the knock to her head. Whatever it was, her concentration was just now refocusing itself on what was going on. Then there was the snow. Really?? Snow?? Who?? Stephanie didn't need anything else to precipitate on her parade for the day. Something told that was not going to be the case. This did not in any way please the Sergeant. However, it wasn't like she could control the weather stupid, cue eyeroll. It was entirely too early in the morning for snow. Right. She wanted sleep or was that her concussion talking? Following the person in front of her, she wasn't even sure who it was at this point. Not that it mattered, it wasn't like she was buddy buddy with any of the people in the unit(s). She was detached from people and it was how she lived with herself at the end of the day after having to take lives. Buried underneath all of that was a woman with heart, if she exposed it; then she would begin to think too much on things. It was best just to bury everything, just as the snow was trying to do with the ground around them. [/blockquote][/blockquote] (Rocky but it kinda spans the time from the drop to now so that I can kinda explain where she's been) |
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Sept 8, 2012 8:48:36 GMT -5
All had went to well to being with it seemed pretty much a routine operation in his mind and he didn't quite expect anything to go wrong at least not in the landing, because if they had expected combat they would have used drop pods.
He sat in the sparrow as it was flying and was resting a bit thinking abut the constant changes to the platoon he had been a part of for a good while and yet he was still amongst the youngest in the squad but that he had gotten used to.
Suddenly he woke up and adrenaline started pumping as the sparrow started shaking a lot and there came an explosion, he almost felt like praying to someone in order to stay alive he didn't want to die especially not just in a crash because of enemy fire.
As the vessel hit the ground he went unconscious as the large crash and shaking made his head hit the seat he was sitting in quite hard. He woke up not that much later, at least he didn't think it was, when many of the other troopers had gotten out of the rear end of the vessel which had exploded. The first thing he noticed was that the HUD of his helmet wasn't working any more which he knew would prove a bit irritating and annoying in the long run. Though he was glad that the comm ran on an alternative system, or his comm at least considering he was the Radio Operator.
a bit shaky he released the seatbelt and felt a great pain in his right arm and released a sound of pain as he hadn't quite expected it to hurt and not that much. He leant forward taking some deep breaths before getting on his feet. He stumbled a bit and grabbed his pistol, he was glad that he was left handed right now.
He moved out and waited to be given an order or something of the like and following along with the squad and as always close to one of the more battle experienced being Silva at this moment. Still holding his pistol tight in case something would happen again.
As they stopped for a brief moment and was given the order to follow the person in front of them because it had started snowing he shrugged lightly as he followed another soldier trying to ignore the pain in his arm, he hadn't felt the need or time to get to a medic but he knew he would have to do so soon most likely when they finally got allowed to rest.
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Post by Jorge Silva on Sept 8, 2012 11:15:54 GMT -5
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The snow had started to finally calm down. Now the snow wasn't as thick, you still had to pay attention to where you were going. The trees were still, very little wind was going though the forrest. Every now and then there would be a small clearing, however it wouldn't last long as the forrest would continue. Silva constantly looked and listened for any sign of enemy troops. He hadn't head or seen anything. Hobbar mean while was busy planning what to do once they did come upon the crash site. It had been almost two hours when Silva saw the smoke.
He gave a signal to halt so everyone could see. "Everyone pay attention to your surroundings. We'll check to see if there are any survivors if so we will extract them.Any A.A. guns will be destroyed. Move." Hobbar said.
With that, the platoon advanced towards the edge of the forrest, near the treeline. What was seen in front of them was a frozen lake with a crashed MV-55 Vulture dropship, the standard dropship of Special Security Mercenaries. The front cockpit was on fire and the ramp was down. Three bodies were near the exit. Silva nor Hobbar couldn't tell who bodies' they blonged to. A little further to the left near the edge of the lake was a burning anti aircraft battery protected by a sand bag emplacement with numerous bodies. The forrest ended where the platoon was , because all that was left was a rocky wall on the other side of the lake. To the left a large natural slope went up onto the top of a hill. And there the scene ended. To the right was a sharp drop off fifty yards away
The platoon was by itself, no enemy presense so far. "Alright, First squad head over towards the destroyed A.A. emplacement, search the bodies and see if anyone is alive. Second Squad secure the dropship. Silva with second" Hobbar said. With that, Silva headed towards the dropship, constantly looking at his surroundings. He looked left and right, but saw no movement. Passing by the burning cockpit, he went towards the opened ramp.
Three bodies were there, two merc bodies and one ARM body. The mercenary body armor was white with a yellow face plate. It looked the same as a trooper from the corps just white instead of black. The body armor for the ARM trooper were differnt they didn't really have a uniform just what armor they could get was fine with them. "Three dead bodies confirmed." he said. Kneeling down he started to check the pockets of the dead ARM trooper. He then found what looked like to be some sort of map. Opening up the map, it showed a map of the entire ARM defense system of the mountain range. He looked very carefully at the area where he guessed that they were currently.
He checked with his systems HUD and confirmed. Three clicks to the west was what looked like an underground ammo dump. Most likely tunnels. "Hobbar, I'm updating your map." he said. Hobbar started to study it.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Sept 10, 2012 13:32:41 GMT -5
As he walked towards the destroyed anti aircraft weapon, Hobbar felt as if the mission would get tougher. Now that they had finally located the dropship perhaps they would get some good intelligence on the area. It'd be really nice if the Army would finish it's sweet time landing at Walker Space Port and help the Corps take this mountain. Other then the fact that it always took the Army just about an eternity to get a move on it paid off. They had more heavy equipment then he'd ever get to use. Especially those power suits. The downside about them was that they are vulnerable to fire towards the cockpit. It had little armor, however it didn't lack speed, strength or weapons.
He pointed his weapons towards the bodies of the dead. At least he hoped that some of them were alive. The smell from the burning emplacement must of been nasty, it was a good thing that he was wearing his helmet. The helmet blocked off the smell. Kneeling down towards one of the bodies, he scanned it and saw that this person who was at one time a mercenary was dead.
Three shots to the chest and another on his left knee cap. He shook his head, Hobbar might not of liked the S.S. but a person was a person. In the end that is what mattered anyways. He then got up and looked at another body. Checking the body for vitals, he saw that it was an ARM trooper. He saw some sign of life, but just barely. He couldn't really tell from his instruments, the medics would have to take a look at it. From what he could tell, three shots in the abdomen, if this person was alive he or she would be in a lot of pain when and if they woke up. "Lee check out this guy." he said.
When Hobbar got the update from Silva, he saw on his map that there was some sort of bunker complex about three miles away. It was past the hill that he saw coming towards the A.A. emplacement. Studying it carefully he came to the conclusion that it must be a munitions dump, they had to get ammo for the guns from somewhere. It was not a accurate statement, he was only guessing. "Check to see if anymore of them are alive. I don't wanna leave any wounded ours or theirs." he said.
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Sept 13, 2012 17:52:21 GMT -5
Stephanie simply shook her head slightly. It was always like superior officers to even forget he existence. Had it been someone other than an officer it would have been an eyeroll. Now it was time to improvise if you will. Shooting a look at Connor she spoke. "We make sure no one gets in"
[/b] she stated. He just shrugged and rolled his eyes at her. "Whatever you say"[/b] The woman shoved him with her elbow. "Anything could happen while they are in there."[/b] she pointed out. "Someone needs to get off her high horse"[/b] he retorted. Stephanie shoved him down to the ground and then dropped down herself. Her movement clearly stated she had them covered, but she wasn't about to stick out like a sore thumb. No that was apparently Connor's job. Well more like the porcupine that crawled up her ass and died or the zit that just kept popping trying to get on her nerves. There were days she wondered WHY she had to put up with him anymore. Then again he always her had her back and she knew that. Right while the others got to have all the fun she had to hope that Connor could keep his mouth shut long enough not to get either of them killed. Cue the rolling of the eyes again as she set up sight and focused her mind on her job rather than what idiot behind her was doing. Well at least he was staying down at the moment that was a plus. Stephanie didn't have to tell him to stay down she knew that he knew that by this stage in the game. Common sense when it came to remarks he shouldn't make he did not have, but common sense when it came to tactical advancement and positioning he did. [/blockquote] |
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