Gamma Asteroid

[Michael Hobbar]

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08/12/3358
0529 Hours
Gamma Asteroid

Rover 9 was now coming on the target designated as Gamma Asteroid. In the cockpit of the Sparrows’ multiple pilots drew their breath in when what they saw….it had become a royal cluster fuck. The base was currently launching out multiple enemy starfurys, from the upper bay which was supposed to be cleared. And there were multiple dog fights almost everywhere a pilot happened to look, this way or that. The leader of Rover 9 was Air Commander (or the current term was space commander but the ancient term still held) Joshuah Hill, who at the moment was in lead formation for the sparrows. “All Rover 9 transports, repeat all Rover 9 transports do not I repeat do not continue on flight path 87, divert to flight path 56. Repeat all Rover 9 transports divert to corridor 56.” He said on an unopen channel to the Sparrows.’ The two flights of friendly Starfury’s were badly damaged and out numbered. The ARM was well aware of the plan right now. Hill searched for Rover 7’s channel and came up with only a few transponders. After finally finding a mere captain to find out what the situation was, Lima Company which had landed on the upper bay were almost totally destroyed. That was due to the heavy AA guns. A majority of the AA guns were destroyed…no thanks to a few crashing Starfurys or Sparrows into them.


“Shit.” Pilot Lisa Blake said as she pulled up in a vertical dive. The missile was locking in on her…and Starfurys didn’t carry chaffe. “Come on baby come on.” She said. The missile warning was still beeping when she pulled at least four G’s in a very hard twist. The missile explode behind her and a piece of shrapnel landed in her lower right engine. A yellow warning light came on her craft, she turned that engine off. She’d been in the original two flights of Starfury’s which were supposed to be cleared out before Rover 9 was here. But now it was. And she was the last one of her squad left..everyone else had been killed in the battle. Intel didn’t count on the ARM having twice as many Starfury’s. Trying to get a sense of where she was she saw on the screen that the flight of Sparrows were heading for at least three squadrons of enemy Starfurys’ heading straight for the landing force. “Is that you Able Two?” someone said over the net. She smiled a little. “Yeah it is, I’m the only one left, who is this?” She said not knowing the other squadron’s name. “This is Foxtrot Four. We’re four degrees starboard coming in at your six. You’ll be with us. I’m Squad Leader Henderson. We’ll be coming at those enemy squadrons at fifteen degrees below their current position just as they get into attack range of the transports. You in?” he asked her. “Yes…Squad Leader.” She told him. Pay back time bitches.

“Oh man….on man….”Pilot Lious Rodriguez said one of the Starfury escorts for Rover 9. “Thirteen enemy fighters and closing.” He said to himself. The escorting Starfury’s had formed in a loose formation well ahead of the transports, just waiting for the clash. The transports were below the Starfurys’ trying to make it hard for the enemy to get them into range. As the two sides closed missiles rang out from the ARM Starfurys’ and the naval Starfurys’evaded as best they could. Two were direct hits and exploded on impact while three others were damaged heavily. The others had evaded the missiles and had separated. Eight ARM Starfurys’ had separated from the larger group and began to chase after the naval Starfurys’. The remaining five Starfurys homed in on the now seemingly defenceless Sparrows which were in a scattered formation. “Evade, evade, evade!” Joshuah Hill shouted over the radio. The Sparrows evaded as best they could…for troop transports. One of the Sparrows was hit but only took some damage to the left engine from fire. Now it was a game of cat and mouse in space. And there were two Starfurys, on Captain John Aldman’s tail. One at seven o clock high and the other at six o clock low coming in fast…………….

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"Hold tight men!" John shouted to the back before he initiated evasive manouvres. ["This is Rover-Nine-Actual, I got multiple bogeys on my ass. Requesting support, over"] He then said through the radio, but no one answered. Okay. What if I make a one-eighty and fire away with the chaingun? He thought.

He accelerated as quick as he could, power the engine down to 0% and then used the lift front thrusters to turn around before he started shooting at one of the fighters who were now in front of him. He pulled the trigger and one blew up before his missile-lock warning started beeping. Then it turned into one beep, and then into shorter, higher pitched beeps. "Dropping flares" He shouted, before firing at the other fighter.

After the second fighter had been destroyed, John used the thrusters again to turn around. Then he powered up the engine to 100% and began heading towards the asteroid. ["This is Rover-Nine-Actual. Form up on me, we're going in!"]

[Berlioz Lamond]

Berlioz thought he heard someone shout something when everything suddenly started going in every direction. He could feel himself being pulled around in the seat as he presumed they were trying to avoid something. What the hell? We were meant to have cleared the air before heading in? Suddenly the rumble from the engines went dead, he hated space travel because you couldn't hear anything aside from everything inside the ship. Then gravity was going the wrong way as the nose of the Sparrow went overhead flipping them upside-down. Whoever is piloting this thing is clearly insane. The thought rang clearly though his head.

Then the dull, shudder of the (20mm?) cannon rung though the hold leaving a weird feeling in Berlioz's feet. Had the pilot flipped them to engage the enemy air? Was there that many goddamn enemy fighters that even lightly armed transports were having to fire back? No the pilot isn't insane, whoever planned this fucking mission needs his officer's bars rammed down his neck. He was half tempted to ask the Radio Operator next to him if he could have the frequency for the air support and other transports just so he had a vague idea of what the hell was going on.

It didn't take long for temptation to win over, he peered at his name tag and opened a private com channel with him, ["PFC Vinigan, could I please have the frequency for the air support and transports, if we're going to die in this coffin I want to know how we're doing first."]

[Lucien Vinigan]

He held on tight to the straps keeping him in the seat despite the fact the inertial dampeners would do that job well but it did still shake a bit and he could also hear the iconic sound of the gun being fired closely followed by flares, right now he knew as much as the others only he also had platoon net speaking in his ear and they seemed as confused as anyone else, they hadn't expected that heavy resistance and hearing the painful last seconds before Lima company cut out was enough to start making him scared. He took a deep breath and counted to five trying to ignore the fact that they were flying with the pilot who had already crashed once which had taken out the life of some of his comrades.

His thoughts was then disturbed by the guy sitting next to him, he looked over and was a bit uncertain on the person since he was spoken to as PFC Vinigan which seemed awfully formal, it was one of the newer people in the platoon who asked for the frequencies on air support and transport, he shook his head "Sorry Lamond no can do, you have to ask for permission higher up, I'm just the signaller.. But -we- are doing good" he said reluctantly he had no idea what he wanted to use those frequencies for but he wasn't just about to give them away unless permitted by silva or higher.

Now there was little left to do then to pray that they would land, and come out of this alive, he held on tight to his rifle and hoped for not getting hurt in the landing again, as well as hoping for the pilot to have pulled himself together since the last time they had him as the pilot, reason he preferred the drop pods little human element in 'flying' that thing.

[Berlioz Lamond]

Well it was worth a shot, Berlioz thought to himself. ["No problem, thanks"] he said back, it was fair enough that the PFC didn't want to give him the frequency without clearance, if anything it was probably better that way. However the emphasis that he had put on 'we' pretty much confirmed his fears, they might be alive but it was quite clear that many others were dying around them. He just wanted to get out of this godforsaken thing and have something solid underfoot. In here there was nothing he could do but just sit and get shot at.

Another rock to the side signaled another close detonation of an enemy missile. At this rate we aren't even going to make it to the drop point, while Berlioz had been through some pretty terrible landings he had only once failed to actually get dropped off at the correct location, even then he was only 500m off course. But in space? Well that was an entirely different ball game, no gravity, high speed lethal shrapnel scattering about? It was pretty much guaranteed that should they be forced to deploy in open space before reaching that hanger, then their odds of survival would plummet.

[Stephanie Galloway]

The ambience of the drop ship was tense, what with everyone's deep thoughts, you could smell fear a mile away. Stephanie preferred that to the smell of puke that was kindly donated to her chest from a fellow colleague, she popped on her helmet to protect her nostrils from the stench. With her helmet on, Stephanie felt she was in her own personal bubble, she liked being alone, it's an important trait to have when you're working in this career, you not only have to make precise choices to benefit others but when it comes down to it you are alone, when your fighting against others, you stand alone, if you get shot you die alone, despite helping others along the way you're the one who has to face the consequences of your actions.

Stephanie snapped out of her train of thought and concentrated on her surroundings, everyone sitting in rows facing opposite each other, it had similar attributes to a big family Christmas dinner she remembered as a young child, it had the right lack of spirit, love, connection and there was always one member you hated, in this case it was the asshole PFC opposite her called Charles.

[Michael Hobbar]

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08/12/3358
0535 hours
Gamma Asteroid


As the Sparrows came under heavy fire from the enemy Starfurys', they didn't realize that a few of their escorts had returned. Navy Starfurys' began to dogfight with the ARM Starfurys' which had for the moment only damaged two Sparrows with only four casualties. Joshuah Hill saw on his radar that they were almost at the entrance of the landing bay. "Prepare for landing, Rover 9 we are going in hot. I repeat we are going in hot! " he said. The landing bay doors were open and he only saw one Sparrow that had landed with multiple bodies around it. "Cheeses." he whispered, referring not to say Jesus since he was a member of the Catholic Church. As his Sparrow got closer he saw multiple derbies of multiple Sparrows floating..as well as enemy Starfurys. His Sparrow came into the landing bay "Thirty seconds!" he said over the Sparrow's intercom, letting his passengers know that they were about to land.


The landing bay itself was actually quite large for an asteroid base. The lay out was fairly simple. Four doors were in the bay. A large control room was overlooking the bay, it's shutters for the moment were closed. Two doors were on either side of it, those doors lead to both the control room and smaller rooms for the personal such as a few common rooms, and heads. The two other doors which were on opposite sides of the hanger lead deeper into the complex. One door on the far right and one on the far left. Multiple storage boxes were scattered throughout the hanger, either holding equipment for Starfurys, or god forbid ammo. For the moment, what was left of Lima Company had formed a semi circle around the Sparrow that did make it inside.


Captain Alik Loban fired four more rounds into the infantry. Luckily the ARM infantry was light compared to the enemy air that was destroying many Sparrows. But he was down to half of his people, so instead of trying his luck with securing the Bay, he'd wait for the next Company. A Sparrow roared from the outside and he looked up and saw that it was going to land it's payload. The engines were nearly vacuum but he could hear them. It's ramp dropped and troopers began to rush out getting into firing positions. "Captain Jones." he said as the Captain made his way off the Sparrow. Jones was behind a crate but not next to Loban. "Give me a sit rep Captain Loban." he said. "Half of my company is down and I wanted to wait til the next wave arrived. My orders are to take this level and secure it. I didn't want to loose anymore of my people. Most of them were killed thanks to the enemy Starfurys....If you can help us secure the hanger I'll take the rest from here." he said. "Alright, Captain. We'll help you secure the hanger." He looked out across the hanger and made out a mess of cover leading to the control room. There were many ARM infantry present but not nearly as many that could hold off his company. Two more Sparrows began to land and he barked out orders.




Aldman's Sparrow came out of the night heading for the hanger........

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"Prepare for landing, men." John said as he steered the dropship towards the hangar. A few seconds before he was about to land, some gunfire from an enemy Starfury had hit him. It damaged a few things, and after a quick look, he concluded that once he had landed, the Sparrow would not take off again.

So he initiated landing manouvers. He flew towards the hangar, fired up the landing thrusters and with a slight bang, he put her down a few meters from the friendly troops and the other Sparrow. "Lieutenant Hobbar, I hate to say this, but we took some damage from the hostile fighters, so unless we get a repair crew up here, Sasha aint flying out of here. So I'm coming with you." He said before grabbing his carbine and several magazines.

[Michael Hobbar]

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0536 hours
Gamma Asteroid

Three other Sparrows began to touch down and troopers poured out of them. Bullets flew everywhere, flying past troopers, some hitting them. The red light inside the dropship turned on and everyone stood up. It'd been rehearsed more than enough times to it to be automatic. 1st Platoon ran out like a well oiled well run machine. Lieutenant Hobbar also ran out when he got a response from Captain Aldman.

Aug 5, 2013 4:28:26 GMT -5 @ghostmellow said:

"Lieutenant Hobbar, I hate to say this, but we took some damage from the hostile fighters, so unless we get a repair crew up here, Sasha aint flying out of here. So I'm coming with you." He said before grabbing his carbine and several magazines.

Hobbar thought in his head 'I knew this would happen. Dammit.' Hobbar then said. "Get going down the ramp, not the pilot's seat. Remember the basics, get behind cover, return fire. Don't get killed." was all that was said. The platoon had fanned out in a semi circle, behind crates that were just about as tall as a person. Grey crates had large wheels on them and were full of some sort of mechanical parts. While the yellow crates were closed tight and had warning lables on them. No one knew what those crates were....yet but it'd be best not to hit one of them or find out what was just inside those crates. "Kilo one, two and three this is Kilo Actual." Captain Jones said. "Go ahead Kilo Actual.” Hobbar said. “Kilo One, two and three Be advised, you are to take and capture the control tower. Light enemy presence in the area, eliminate all resistance. Mike company in transit to LZ in Ten mikes, Kilo Actual out.”

Hobbar nodded, “Roger Kilo Actual, move up to capture the control room.” He said on the radio. Quickly he switched over to the platoon radio and said . “Alright first platoon, make your way over to the control room. Second platoon is over on our far right side, with third on our far left. We have the middle ground. Use cover, I don’t want anyone to get shot, no heroics. And don’t bunch up.” He said and looked up over the battlefield. It was a maze of crates, with ARM troopers here and there. Every now and then he saw one of the crates with a warning label on it. He then made a path with his HUD that everyone in the platoon should preferably follow it was away from most of the warning containers…except for one. ARM troopers fired constantly. “Move out.” He said. He then looked over one of the crates and an enemy trooper was behind a long grey crate. Hobbar quickly fired his rifle, three shots missed but two of them hit the target in the chest, who then went down. There were only twenty infantry men here for some odd reason. Something wasn't right here.....

[Lucien Vinigan]

As the ship had been hit he cursed Aldman in every way he knew. If the enemy didn't shoot Aldman he would surely consider to hurt him, this was yet another time flying with Aldman where he failed at his job and if being an infantryman wasn't nerve wrecking enough as it was crashing only made it worse, he took a deep breath as they touched down and the back hatch was opened for them to run out to his luck he heard on the radio that they weren't the only platoon safely landing, with the luck they had seen so far it wouldn't be too surprising if they had been. They unstrapped from their seats and rushed out of the sparrow.

They quickly moved into cover behind the different crates until Hobbar gave the long explaination of what to do and commanded to move out. He gave a short prayer before quickly following behind Hobbar who was a good front line leader in his opinion, but having to stay close to him who always ran in front of the unit, seemed like a death wish, but he did as he always had and followed the more experienced people and stay low. He quickly moved up behind a crate and aimed in the direction of the enemy before giving off a few shots in the direction of the enemy, he wasn't sure if he actually hit them but to him it wasn't important.

He moved a bit forward using the cover feeling a few shots getting dangerously close although he could see with the amount of enemies and their own force, that there was something that didn't fit in, they were throwing three platoons, a good 140 men, against a small force. Either this was going to be easier then they expected, but in that case two of the platoons could have been placed elsewhere to effectively help the people who actually needed an extra two platoons, or the enemy was saving something for them to get closer. Every part of this seemed wrong which made him decide to stay close to the crates when moving in case something did happen.

[Berlioz Lamond]

The Sparrow began to bank in, presumably towards the hanger where they would be dropped off. Berlioz gripped the harness release clip in preparation, knowing that lagging behind wouldn't serve any purpose but to reduce the volume of fire during unloading. Just as he thought this the Sparrow lurched to one side violently and a dull thud resounded through the hold, the lights flickered slightly and the movement of the Sparrow began to concern him as it didn't feel like it was flying straight anymore, but the fact that they weren't vapour was also a comforting thought.

Then he felt the harsh jolt of touchdown and Berlioz rapidly unclipped his harness and stood up, grabbing his rifle and threw the sling over his head. He ran down the ramp, the roar of multiple weapons firing pounding in his ears as he moved to a large grey crate. He stopped and looked back at Lt. Hobbar as the platoon channel opened up, “Alright first platoon, make your way over to the control room. Second platoon is over on our far right side, with third on our far left. We have the middle ground. Use cover, I don’t want anyone to get shot, no heroics. And don’t bunch up.” The channel went dead and his HUD flickered up with a path that was recommended.

Shouldering the weapon he flicked the safety off and turning so he could peek slightly over the top. As a round skimmed off the top of the crate next to his head he ducked back down and shuffled over to the right hand side hoping to get longer to look. Shifting the weapon, he sighted down and moved round ever so slightly, lining up the chest of an ARM soldier who was firing away at another group. He squeezed the trigger twice, both rounds sailing into the centre mass, dropping him, he moved the sight to the soldier now looking down at his dead comrade and squeezed off another two rounds, one striking him in the chest and the other going slightly higher and slamming into his collar. Over the sound of the battle, he didn't hear them hit the ground.

Moving back around the crate, making sure his head wasn't exposed, Berlioz shifted to the left end and peered round, only to be greeted by another hail of rounds. Getting stuck behind this crate and left behind wouldn't do anyone any good, he moved the rifle from one shoulder to the other and sighted down before popping out and firing off a short burst, not necessarily trying to hit a target in particular, but to give him enough breathing space to start making more accurate shots. He fired off a second burst round the corner and peeked out, several soldiers now apparently shifting positions. He sighted down again and tracked one soldier in particular for a few seconds until he came to a slow down, and fired, the round sailing into his shoulder, slightly right of where he was aiming. "Shit" He hissed out as another volley of fire drove him back into cover.

[Wei Zhour]

When the yellow light came on in the troop compartment, Zhour smiled a little. Yes it was finally his time. Time for battle. Wei loved the sound, the smell, the feel of battle. It was strange for other people to understand what he meant but he knew what he meant. And wasn't that what mattered anyway? If you were happy with yourself than you shouldn't have to change for anything or anyone. Trying to describe what he felt during battle...the closest word that he could think of contentenment. And that was what he could think of to try and describe it for people. Being in battle was an honor. The ramp went down and troopers in the compartment ran out as fast as they could. Carrying his M27A1 over his chest and running down the ramp, his HUD updated.


It showed twenty enemies in the landing bay. It was a good thing that the suit had a jet pack because due to the lack of gravity at the moment he could easily glide from point to point. However at the moment the gravity well inside the station was still active so he didn't need to use the jet pack...even though a few canisters of some sort were floating around him. He got behind one of the containers that had a warning label on it. Not a good idea, he then moved towards a smaller black container. As Hobbar spoke about the mission objectives, his HUD automatically changed. His map in the upper right hand corner showed that they were to capture the control tower for the bay. And eliminate all hostiles. That was good but only twenty armed troopers guarding the bay against over a hundred was strictly suspicious. Knowing ARM, they'd have a surprise on this mission again. Right now he decided to worry about that later. He saw on his HUD that there were two enemies close to him, one had a 25% danger while the others had 56% and the last 45%.


Not good but not bad either. Getting up he saw one was over by what looked like some sort of automated cart with a seat that was above his chest. Zhour quickly fired eight rounds to that specific target. Five hit the cart while two hit the man’s right chest and the third hit him in the neck. The target then went falling backwards who most likely was drowning in his own blood. He then ducked again and saw that the target with 56% was dead. He then looked again and saw that two of them were over behind a large tall white crate. He then grabbed a grenade and threw it. The grenade flew slowly but he threw it was far as he could. The gravity well wasn’t going to fail anytime soon. He then saw the grenade land, and blew up. One of the enemy soldiers ran away while the other was too late and was caught in the blast. The other was knocked on his stomach but continued to run towards another crate. Zhour ran towards a crate that was in front of the cart and fired four rounds. The target fired back at him, bullets flying overhead. He then looked again and saw the target crouching, his back was exposed. Zhour fired the last five rounds in the magazine and aimed very carefully. Four hit the back of the target while one hit another piece of metal behind the target. Quickly he got low and reloaded…waiting for the bastard to return fire. But he didn’t. Wei then sprinted towards another long grey crate…….

[Christopher Reed]

Reed closed his eyes for the briefest of moments when the yellow light came on, telling the passengers that they were about to leave. He remembered why he joined the Corps: To protect his family and the innocent. He didn't still understand why ARM was trying to bring down Human Corporation. He cared more about what they did than by what they said that they stood for. Saying a quick prayer to himself he stood up when the rest of the platoon stood up, and grabbed his rifle. As they ran out of the Sparrow he could barely make out the noise of gunfire and bullets passing by him. As he passed he heard a loud grunt as someone from the other platoon that was with him a few seconds ago just got hit. He saw that the landing bay was a maze of containers and some sort of hazardous cargo. He opted to stay clear of what was hazardous, luckily not some sort of explosive! Quickly running to a vehicle chest high that transported cargo across the cargo bay, he looked over the area. There was some sort of control tower directly ahead, with two large doors on either side. Odd...why wern't the shutters closed? He then heard over the radio what the plan was, and his HUD updated. Objective one was to clear the bay of all enemy troops. Objective 2 was to secure the control tower. And then Hobbar gave them a suggested route to take with the maze of containers.


Looking up he saw that behind the container in front of him was one ARM trooper who was currently reloading. Reed aimed his assault rifle and fired ten rounds. He always preferred full automatic weapons. Seven of the bullets missed while three hit the target in the upper chest who then fell back and didn't get back up. He quickly looked around and saw some farther targets away who were for the moment not aiming for him. He slid up over the container and quickly ran to the container that was of good solid cover. It was large enough for two people. Looking to his left he saw another trooper, looking in his direction he saw that the HUD identified him as PFC Lamond. Looking at his HUD three enemy troopers were identified as 80% a threat. Two were in the 50% range while the other two were a 10%. He saw that three of them were behind a crate from peering out before getting back into cover. Reed said to Lamond. "Aye, Lamond. Suppress those three and I'll lob a nade in their direction!"

[Berlioz Lamond]

Berlioz heard someone say his name over the radio and listened in, "Aye, Lamond. Suppress those three and I'll lob a nade in their direction!" He nodded at the soldier his HUD identified as PFC Reed and took aim over the crate in front of him to fire, a round slammed into his shoulder plate throwing him off balance, Jesus Christ, he thought as the dull throbbing pounded in his arm, he stood up again and began firing rapid two shot bursts at the enemies taking cover in front of them. He wasn't exactly going for accuracy but he was snapping the rounds at the top of the crate they were hiding behind so they wouldn't be able to return fire.

"Reed, if you're going to throw that grenade I rec-" The sentence cut short as a round slammed into his thigh plate, knocking his leg out from under him. He tumbled to the ground and pushed himself back behind the crate, hand pressed against the impact point, unsure if it had slipped past an armour plate or just bounced off and was going to leave a nasty bruise. "Reed! Light them the fuck up!" He yelled out through clenched teeth.

[Jorge Silva]

The yellow light came on, signaling that they were about to land and Silva unbuckled himself before the thump of the Sparrow signaled that they had now in fact finally landed. Standing up right behind Hobbar who was as usual the first one off of every drop he ran as fast as he could. The artificial gravity in here was on, so he could for at least for the moment run. As he did, bullets were flying past him. It was very hard to see them but he could barely, just barely hear them among the vacuum of space. Behind the Sparrows was open space, if someone's suit was hit then they'd start decompressing fast and die. As he thought that, he crouched behind what looked like a large crate that had an ARM logo on it. There were five other troopers behind it, one of them was on the floor, his helmet caved in from what looked like a bullet impact. Hobbar then updated everyone on the current mission objectives. He then looked out from the cover of the crate and saw an ARM trooper who was retreating to find better cover. Taking aim with his rifle, Silva fired five shots. Four of the shots hit the target in the back while the other missed. Looking at his HUD, Jorge saw that the enemy was retreating slowly. Odd.


Shaking his head he then looked for a better position being stuck here wouldn't do anyone any good. Seeing that a good piece of cover from a medium sized container was not that far away, Silva dashed as fast as he could. He heard bullets from behind him that were aiming for where he was. Jumping behind it, Silva saw on his HUD that there were two enemy troopers in front of him. Without a thought he grabbed one of his grenades and quickly threw it over his head. Silva didn't even look to where he threw it he just threw the grenade blindly, but in the direction that his HUD spotted the enemy troops. A muffled explosion was heard and he put his head up to see what had happened. The grenade landed in front of the crate.....not next to the enemy troops. Well shit. The two spotted him and began to fire, and Silva took a round in the chest. Knocked back he didn't feel anything, except feeling like someone had punched him. Quickly he got back into position and looked up over the crate and fired four rounds. All of them missed and flew over head instead. Grinning he went back down as they returned fire on him. He then saw another piece of cover a good few yards away but decided that he didn't want to risk being shot. Blindly he put his hands over the crate and fired in the direction of enemy fire with his rifle. On his HUD one of the dots disappeared. He got one of them!



He then squatted up and fired at the remaining enemy trooper who was shot in the face, his visor cracked with glass going everywhere. Silva then moved up again.....