Peraia, Sisyphus

[Christopher Reed]

Running to the old location didn't take him longer then a minute. His HUD currently displayed the timer that estimated the enemy's time of arrival. He had eight minutes. Everyone around him was running this way and that. Going to a new position, running to get supplies or other things that Reed couldn't quite think of at the moment. He'd hoped that the building would be less chaotic when he got there. Passing two troopers who were carrying large boxes over their shoulders he made a decision to make this trip his only one. Or else he wouldn't have time to get into position for the enemy arriving. Not knowing what was arriving was bad. It could just be more infantry. Or it could be infantry with some light armor.


Turning onto the street where the ammo dump was, he was shocked to see that there was only a few people left in the street. Maybe it had been picked clean? Or perhaps everyone was just in a rush. Going into the building he saw that there were only a few boxes left. Three large boxes were lined up along a wall, while seven more boxes were scattered throughout the room. Running over towards one of the boxes that was scattered throughout the room, he looked inside and saw that it was full of clips. Picking the clip and looking at one of the bullets inside he saw that it was for the assault rifles. Closing the box and carrying it on his arm he grabbed another ammo box without even checking to see what it contained. Hopefully something that he'd need. He decided against it and put both of them down. He opened it up to see what the ammo was for. It was for one of a sniper rifle. He thought to himself if he should make a quick run to the sniper. But then he'd be going against his orders. Well the lieutenant never said that he couldn't make a run to the sniper's nest to give them some extra ammo. Even if the sniper didn't want his company it'd probably be safer to give him the ammo...just in case.


Already making up his mind, he made a quick route on his HUD to the sniper's position. He was located only a few streets over from his own position. Carrying both of the boxes with him and running was not that hard for Reed. It only took him a minute or two to arrive at the target building before seeing that this part of the town rather looked empty. The building was a two story one, and as he looked around he could see that they had probably placed mines at the entrances, as snipers typically liked to do. He decided that it wouldn't be the best idea to use one of the doors. Going around the building he spotted a broken window which he could probably get into himself. The window was actually located in a small ally between another building. There was a dumpster near the window, that he planned to use to get up to the window. Putting one of the ammo boxes down inside the dumpster, he walked over to the window and broke more of the glass. Going through the window he fell on his back. Getting up he saw that the building on this floor was empty and very dark. Turning on his night vision , looked for stairs. Seeing a stair case he started to run towards it and started to walk up the stairs quietly and said into his mic. "Vaio, friendly at your six." he said.

[Michael Hobbar]

Admin Post
6/14/3358
0938 hours
Weather: 6 degrees Fahrenheit, medium snowfall. Wind 12 mph by the south east
Terrain: urban


The room was very large and crowded with a few troopers going this way and that way. Some were communication officers who were relaying to the companies where to go. It had no windows and the lights were out, but it didn't matter since everyone was currently using night vision to see. The large table had a holographic map on display giving excellent real time detail. Major Lindburgh just gotten off the horn with the Colonel Wilks. At least he'd gotten some good news today. The Army had just told the divison that they'd have the bridge replaced in one hour. That was sort of good news. The bad news was that they would have to hold the town for an hour. The division had landed successfully and was carrying out it's own objectives against multiple ARM bases on this side of the canyon. The closest ARM base to the north west was in contact with the division's 2nd regiment. And they had it surrounded currently. The base while cut off had sent a force of an light infantry and some light vehicles to Peraia. They were currently coming in from the North West. Major Lindburgh had relayed to Mike company to take positions to the east, and for Lima to act as a reserve for anyone that needed back up. That company was currently next to the bridge. The only good news so far was that the ARM force coming towards the town had no air support. Watching the enemy move closer to the town rapidly was alarming. If he'd had more time Lindburgh would of fortified the town better. But this was the best that he could do. Looking up from the map he said to a subnoriate. "Get me the Division on the line. I have an idea.



Small arms fire could be heard again as Hobbar looked through the window. He couldn't see that well because of the snow. It went on forever. On his HUD he could see a few enemy troops were currently assaulting the East and none so far hadn't come the north west section of the town. "Dammit." he whispered under his breath. He then ran to the other side of the factory, facing the street instead of the endless tundra. He saw multiple gunmen assaulting a building on the other side of the street. Not the building right across from him but most likely the one next door. He spotted numerous gunmen leap frogging towards the positions. "Enemy riflemen, eleven o clock!." Hobbar said into the platoon mic. He stood up straight and fired his assault rifle. He decided it'd be better to have it on burst instead of full on automatic. Firing towards the enemy troops who hadn't spotted the platoon in the building, was great. Two of them went down, either from his fire or from the Troopers occupying that building. He aimed again as it seemed endless waves of enemy gunmen running towards the building. They moved like a well oiled machine, one would run forward while another crouched down and laid down fire at the target.
Hobbar fired more rounds to the enemy gunmen. One went down falling down very fast. Your ARM infantry man was actually an ex member of the Republican Army, the old 13th Corps. They were professionals. And they knew how to conduct assaults. The enemy continued to assault the target building.


Elsewhere on the battlefield near the south, a large Army vehicle was beginning to slowly lay down a replacement bridge. Multiple soldiers stood by to rush towards the other side of the bridge once it was built. If the Special Drop Corps could hold the town for the next hour then the Army would help relieve the pressure off of them. Engineers off loaded tools and made calculations to see where the bridge could be layed how much it should weigh and other options.



"I see you." Private Lester said from his snow bank. Lester was part of the ARM and was a sniper. He'd been sent out to do some quick recon to see what kind of defenses the traitors had put up for the town. The town was defended but only to the north and the east. If they could break through before the Army arrived then the SDC division that landed earlier would be encircled if only momentarily. That would then allow pressure to be taken off of more bases to the North. He was currently laying down near a tree and had a experimental invisibility suit on. Before they broke away from the Republican Army, the 13th Corp was given some new experimental technology that came from the Weapons Division from Human Corporation. They got it because the General's Wife was part of some expedition...and the General had asked for some favors. His rifle was cloaked as well. The only thing that would give him away was movement. When he would move the area behind him would become distorted until he was still again. This was one of the fifty prototype suits that they received...and the only ones that were created. They had them all. Lester had in his sights another sniper in the town. He waited patiently for the right moment. He saw a spotter with the sniper. Geez he needed a spotter? Lester worked alone. Then something else caught his eye, someone else was in the room. It'd be better for him to be taken out, so that way this sniper was distracted.


"I'm here to give you some ammo. The lieutenant never said that I couldn't come here but I decided to give you extra ammo" Reed said as he walked up the stairs he'd just gotten up the stairs before being shot in the abdomen. Lots of blood splashed out along the wall and he fell forward crying out in pain. "Ahhhhh. Ahhhh. Christ!" he startd to yell. The box of sniper rifle ammo came crashing down from his hand and the bullets spilled out. Rolling towards the sniper team. He continued to yell.

[Jorge Silva]

Jorge always hated this part of battle. The waiting for something, anything to happen. It was the dreaded waiting that always got him. He sighed, and looked at his HUD. He only saw friendly signals in his area. Every ID chip that was implanted into the helmets of friendly units read green on his map, while people with a ID chip that read something different was red. He grabbed his carbine tighter, waiting for the impending assault.


He then started to think about Isabella, his older sister. The last time he talked to her was..four days ago. They made a bet with one another on the Solarian Races that the racer Martha would beat Schultz. Of course they had bet each other's currencies. Isabella bet Silva, a hundred Malui, the credits on Rahdron, while Jorge bet her a hundred Stali , the credits on Stataca. Each planet had it's own currency thanks to the Second Great Depression in 3012. The government was afraid that if another large economic downturn happened that the local currency would make the impact less severe. Well that was in theory, in reality it only did a little good. With the current recession things were bad. She owned him one hundred Maliu, and would probably contact him a few days in the future when he was done with this current mission. Of course it could last much longer, for all he knew the general might send them to another town or assault a large enemy complex.


He'd remember before he signed up at the recruitment that Isabella had beat him at soccer the night before. She didn't really want to see Jorge go before she finished college. That night had been one of their best together. The last time he saw her in person was a year ago when he'd been deployed to help train the Rahdron military. The government only allowed the SDC or the Republican Army to train planetary militaries. They were afraid that the SS would gain allies and use them to start trouble. The suspicion was because of the long history that private militaries had during the Republican Civil War, using planetary militaries to fight the governmental forces. That was the last time that he saw her. Hopefully all was well on Rahdron. He knew that in addition to being part of the Rahdron military, she was also a detective. Each member of the military was involved in one way or another in the police. She specialized in the drug unit but that didn't mean that she would only be assigned drug cases. Sometimes she took on homicide cases.

Silva then came back to reality when Hobbar said over the radio that heavily armed infantryman were off assaulting a building on their left flank. He quickly ran over towards the windows that had the best angle to shoot at the enemy. He ran as fast as he could, hopefully this catwalk wouldn’t break, it was shaking as he ran. Busting out a window, Silva saw a few of the targets. Visibility wasn’t that good, it was non visible after a hundred feet outside. For all he knew there could be more then a hundred heavily armed infantry coming this way! The infantry were excellent, while some would run others would cover. And then switch places, Silva watched one of the infantryman get into a prone position to suppress the SDC held building. Silva fired ten rounds towards the target, he hated to waste ammo but combined with the visibility and a not too good firing position, he had to. Four rounds hit his target dead on, three of them hit the torso while another hit the foot. He dropped dead. Jorge quickly looked for more targets, he saw two of them running not too far away from one another. Firing at least eleven rounds, some of the bullets hit the targets he wanted to. One of the infantry he targeted got hit in the chest three times, and another bullet went to his or her leg. The other target only got hit in the leg but that caused them to limp as they continued to run. Other bullets hit the snow blowing up in puffs around the targets.


Dropping a magazine, Silva got out a fresh one and loaded it in as fast as he could. Having a fresh magazine, Jorge continued to look for more targets. He saw more coming into visibility off in the distance. It wouldn’t be too smart to fire that far out because more likely than that he’d miss. And ammo was always a concern. Almost any moment, Silva was expecting to see some enemy infantry assaulting this building but well they weren’t. Either there were only focusing on a specific building or there was another unit near by who would assault this building.

[Christopher Reed]

The bullet hit Christopher and it felt like a Skylark transport ship had hit his abdomen. For only the slightest second he felt a slight cold pinch go into his suit. It must of been extremely cold outside because he'd had the heat on inside his suit and forgot how cold it was on Sisyphus. It felt like an eternity as Christopher fell into the ground face down, his visor cracking. The cold started to get into his face with the small crack that had been made. That was then he realized that he had been shot. And the pain was just unbearable! It was too much to describe for his brain. All he knew was that he was in a lot of pain. "Ahhhhhhh. Jesus Christ. Jesus, Jesus!" he screamed as the pain became even more intense with the cold.


Knowing that he was bleeding badly, Chris tried to roll over on his back, but moving at all just caused the pain to become even more intense.He didn't know if the bullet was still inside but he did know that if it was it had become shrapnel with it going everywhere. If it went through him that was good and bad. Good because the bullet wasn't there but bad because if it did go through him than it could of hit his spine. Which would then make him paralyzed. "AHHHH!"

[Deleted]

"Uh, copy that Lima two. Have a better one. Overwatch out" John said to the infantryman before he turned his baby around to go back to the Fury. "Baseplate, this is Overwatch. We are returning to base to refuel and rearm, over." He then said to the person in charge of flight operations. He just said he copied it, and that John was to go to hangar bay two.

After they reached the ship, John initiated docking procedures and as soon as the craft was in, he left it and told the engineer to fill her up, and to rearm it. While they did that, John would sit back for a bit.

[Wei Zhour]

Wei got into posistion as soon as the lieutenant called out that ARM infantry was arriving. He ran over towards one of the many windows. Wei posistioned himself at a window that was facing outwards where the enenmy was coming from. He looked out and couldn't believe it. How many infantrymen were out there?! They kept on coming, running, then stopping to give covering fire to another man. Who repeated the process over and over again. Many of them were being gunned down, but for every one that they had killed it seemed that five more took their place. Wei placed his rifle butt to his shoulder and aimed at running ARM soldier. Wei pulled the trigger and the bullets flew. Three of the bullets hit the target. Two hitting the soldier's chest and the other hitting the right knee. He went down. Four other bullets hit the snow.

He then looked for another target. He saw a ARM soldier sit down and just started to give covering fire. Shooting at him, he aimed carefully. Only one bullet hit the target in the soldier's left arm. Three other bullets hit the ground and buried themselves in the snow. "Dammit." Wei said to himself. He then aimed for another target.....


ooc: sorry if it's short. I can't really say anything different.

[Michael Hobbar]

Admin Post
6/14/3358
1018 hours
Weather: 9 degrees Fahrenheit, medium snowfall. Wind 16 mph by the south east
Terrain: urban


As Hobbar went prone to place another magazine into his rifle, he heard a loud, extremely loud explosion. It sounded like a tank! If the ARM had a few tanks, then he and his platoon would be good as dead! He looked over his place of cover and couldn't believe what he was seeing. A scorpion tank was just across the road with regular soldiers. The republican army had finally repaired the bridge and crossed. Squads of soldiers were advancing in tight formations firing as they went. The ARM troopers began to slowly pull back firing as they went. They began to fall like flies as more armored soldiers began to push the ARM advance away from the town. Hobbar stood up and fired his weapon, the ARM troops were still pulling back in a orderly fashion.

Most of them ran from the direction that they had come while their comrades gave them covering fire. They were to late, as the SDC division that had raided the nearby ARM encampment were approaching from that very direction. "All units, converage near the bridge. Gather your wounded." the captain said over the radio. It sounded a little unprofessional but at the moment, all Hobbar wanted to do was get an account of who was still with them. "Alright, you heard the captain, let's move to the bridge." He said.


As units from the SDC regiment gathered towards the bridge, army units from the bridge were still pouring around. A sparrow came from the sky and laded in the muddy ground. The door opened up and Hobbar's platoon piled on. Not really caring at the moment, he just wanted to leave. He'd take account of who was still with the platoon as they lifted off. His mind was on Amberson.


Mission end

ooc: Very sorry for the short and crappy post but my health isn't the best.