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Post by Christopher Reed on Aug 8, 2013 16:32:01 GMT -5
"Reed! Light them the fuck up!" He yelled out through clenched teeth. Reed nodded inside his helmet and grabbed one of his grenades. Quickly he threw the grenade near the crate where the three enemy troopers were. He got behind cover again and heard a muffled boom a short time later. Hopefully it killed all of them. He looked at his HUD, the bright red dots had now turned a marooned color, which meant that they had in fact died. With that done, the enemy fire that they were currently receiving was not as great. He then looked out over the crate and saw another enemy trooper in a bad firing position...for him. He had placed himself on two crates not bothering to take cover. What an idiot. Reed fired three rounds, two hit the chest and he fell back, another round hit behind him. Christopher then saw a long crate with good cover to his right in front of him. A quick look around he saw that there were no troopers that were going to shoot at him at that very moment. He made a dash for another crate and slid into it's cover. It was one of the crates with a bio-hazard label on it. Great! He then decided to try and find another piece of cover. There! Looking he found another crate a few feet away. Best to stay away from this one, whatever it was could be harmful or possibly even deadly. He ran as fast as he could. When he got behind the crate a bullet passed right by him.... He slid on his belly. Looking at his HUD he saw a target straight ahead of where he currently was. But another bullet passed right by his head again. Dammit it must be a sniper! Where was he? |
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 8, 2013 17:15:11 GMT -5
Feeling the dull thud of the grenade detonation made him relax somewhat, he lifted his hand off his leg and couldn't feel a tear or any bleeding. Looking down, he could see the groove left by the round as it had bounced off the plate, exhaling in relief he got back into a low crouch and shouldered his rifle. Looking to his left at Reed, he saw him firing at targets that were exposed, Berlioz shifted round the right side of the crates and began moving to the location where the three enemy soldiers had been hiding when Reed's grenade had gone off. Needless to say they weren't in the best shape but he'd seen worse and moved round their crate.
He heard the off key shot, sharper than the normal dull roar of the ARs that were constantly firing, peering over the crate he saw Reed dive for cover as another shot rang out. A sniper? In quarters these close? He moved along the crate, trying not to step in anything particularly lumpy and sighted from where he thought the shot came from. As much as he didn't want Reed getting hit, another miss from that sniper would give him away and let Berlioz take him out. He opened up a channel with Reed, "Reed, I'm in position to take that sniper out but I need a clear fix, can you get him to fire another shot so I can deal with him?" Risking Reed's life wasn't something he enjoyed, but so long as that sniper's attention was focused here then he wasn't killing anyone else.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Aug 8, 2013 17:52:27 GMT -5
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As Kilo Company slowly advanced , the ARM defenders began to pull back, not fully retreat. They were now down to 13 men total. One of them a sniper who was on one of the crates, far enough in the back not to be spotted. The sniper tracked 1st platoon's Staff Sergeant Godfred who currently was taking cover in a crate from two ARM infantrymen. A bullet went through his helmet, the head exploding and the body going back, blood pooled out from the body. Corporal Kennedy on the other hand was moving to a better place of cover but realized too late that a grenade had blocked his path. He didn't even have time to say anything before it blew up. When the explosion was over, all that was left was his right boot.
Hobbar moved up to another crate and checked the HUD. The enemy was falling back towards the control tower and forming a semi circle around the two doors. They had placed multiple crates here as a barrier with a little open ground. With all of the enemy there, it'd take a little while to kill them. Kilo Company advanced faster as most of the enemy troopers were either engaged who were not behind the barrier or killed. "Watch your spacing!" Hobbar said again in the platoon link.
As he said this, more Sparrows were arriving and dropping more troopers off. They were from Mike Company, who began to immediately follow Kilo into the frying pan. What was left of Lima company was being evacuated off of Sparrows. Once in space, the Sparrows made head way for the Dauntless Fury. As a Sparrow left, the lights in the bay suddenly went dark and turned back on this time yellow. And numerous items, weapons began to float. The Gravity Generator had been destroyed as planned. This was good and bad for both sides. On one hand, this would cause the ARM to reassess the defense but it also hampered with the operation. A glass half full or a glass half empty? Troopers underwent weightless training and since the suits didn't have magnetic boots, one simply hopped to get where they were going. ARM infantry began to float a little as did the troopers in the hanger.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 11, 2013 0:30:29 GMT -5
Just as he said that, another shot rang out and Staff Sergeant Godfred's HUD indicator flat lined, Berlioz didn't actually see him go down but that was conformation enough. "Fucking hell" He hissed out, lining up where the shots were now confirmed to be coming from and fired off a pair of two round bursts. A rifle fell out of the hiding spot, he was either dead or disarmed and that suited him just fine. He heard a grenade go off and red mist spray into the air, Another one gone, he thought to himself.
He pushed forwards, moving along the crate and dashed over to another in front of him. The enemy formed a defensive position around the doors that led to the control tower as several more Sparrows pulled into the hanger and began to unload more soldiers into the hanger. As they filed up Berlioz moved up to where Hobbar was taking cover as not to get lost in other platoons of men.
Just as he got behind the same crate, all the lights went off in the Hanger and the feeling of weightlessness suddenly kicked in. Must have knocked out the artificial gravity, he thought to himself as he gripped onto the crate trying to keep himself behind cover. Having to manoeuvre around in this situation wasn't impossible but it certainly wasn't ideal, recoil was now going to be an issue so shots had to count. The ARM soldiers were likely having to cope with this just as much as they were.
Keeping himself pinned against the now slowly drifting crate, he flicked on his night vision, steadied the rifle in his shoulder as best he could with one arm, bracing the barrel on the crate edge and began firing single measured shots at the few failing bodies that were struggling to find cover.
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Aug 12, 2013 18:59:34 GMT -5
Alot of things were going through his mind as he made sure to stick close to Hobbar and Silva of course both of them seemed very concentrating on the fighting, of course they had to it was their job. As started moving from one piece of cover to the next he saw Sergeant Godfred splatter out all over the place after a well placed shot in the head. Vinigan slowed down for a moment looking in surprise at the person he once also had trusted his life to with the same feeling towards the once that he was following now, that doing what they did would keep you alive and now Godfred was no more then another body that needed funeral. A trooper running past him gave him a light smack in the back of the head with the words "Keep moving kid!" Vinigan wasn't sure who had said it but he just shook his head and quickly got into the next piece of cover.
He leant against a crate as the lights suddenly cut out and the gravity started to disappear, he had always hated this part of combat it didn't feel right. He took a deep breath as he considered his next move "This isn't going to well is it?" he asked "We are facing half a platoons worth of soldiers supposedly just untrained rebels and they have already killed more of us then us of them" he already regretted having spoken like that but he would most likely have to hear of it later. He slowly moved towards the next cover though with the sudden change of gravity he felt like he shouldn't have had that large a lunch before launching off and this in his mind seemed only to give the enemy a larger advantage..
If the enemy stayed in cover they wouldn't move and the troopers flying everywhere would be easy targets and with the lack of gravity the precise enemy would seem to achieve a higher accuracy since there was no drop anymore all in all whoever thought this up most likely caused a few more good troopers death because of that ridicules plan.
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Post by Victor Reinhardt on Aug 12, 2013 19:40:54 GMT -5
All the combat and death had caused a bit of distraction for the young lieutenant, when he volunteered for this assignment he hadn't expected to see this kind of combat after all he was a liaison and the military training he did have was as a navy officer. After a short time in the encounter he had decided that the pistol was just a waste and had picked up an assault rifle from one of the wounded troopers, after all that guy wouldn't need it much longer. As he heard Vinigan complaining about the battle seeming stupid on the squad net he quickly replied, though with a silent hint of nervousness in his own voice "We will hear no such talk of cowardice, signaller!" he said knowing that he would have to talk to Vinigan later if they got the chance. He was looking forward to try and break one of the youngest in the 32nd.
As the gravity well was disabled he felt caught in a moment of surprise as he hadn't expected it quite so soon. He was starting to feel that he was ill-prepared for this after all his low-gravity training was done with mind on being on a ship and not in a full frontal infantry battle. He started to feel a bit stressed and surprised as he saw Hobbar lead his men blindly into death, a bit reckless at that, he had already cost the life of one of the squad leaders. He reminded himself he'd have to remove their files from his datapad when he got back, no reason to investigate dead people.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Aug 12, 2013 23:41:12 GMT -5
Hobbar was behind a solid piece of cover as bullets hit the crate. He gritted his teeth, as he saw Godfred's signal go dead. "Dammit." he said. A sniper was in the area, he knew that much but as to where he had no idea. He or she for that matter could be anywhere. Looking at the HUD he saw the 13...no now 10 ARM troopers behind the semi circle of crates and barriers. He continued to look at the current HUD. Fortuntly for him or unforfunatly however one looked at it, he did spot the sniper, far in the corner of the right room no where near the semi circle of ARM troopers. The closest people to them were members of 3rd platoon. His people were in the center of the room and couldn't get a good shot. He swtiched the frequency over to 3rd platoon's Lieutenant Kacie Clarke. "Kilo three, this is Kilo one over." he said. "Kilo one , Kilo three copies." He smirked, she probably still didn't want to talk to him. Damn Solarian Conservatives. "Kilo three, we are taking some sniper fire and your platoon is the closest to that posistion to take him out. We've had a casuality from that sniper. Can you target it copy" he said. He waited one mike before getting a response. "Kilo One, Kilo Three copies, will take out the sniper, Kilo Three out." he said.
With Mike Company now joining the fray, the ARM infantry should be surrendering. Should be. But this was the ARM here. Killing innocent civilians to get back at Human Corporation was not in his view acceptable. Should someone stand up aganist corporate greed? Yes, but killing innocents wasn't the way to do it. One of the most recent things he could think of within the past year took place on Mars actually. A sleeping cell in the city of Wells which was where the major administration buildings for Human Corporation was, destroyed the glass dome and exposing its 300 million people to the outside. It killed over 1 million people. The sleeper agents were found a few months later attempting to sabatoge an SS orbital facility over the orbit of Mars. It was sickening how these people preached how they were morale...but they killed innocents.
He checked his HUD again...now there were seven ARM troopers behind the barricade. He didn't doubt for a second that they'd flee. The devotion among them was amazing. He brought up his rifle to bear and found a ARM infantryman coming up from cover. He fired four rounds off. The recoil was harder with the weightlessness in effect now. He fell back a little from each round. Three of the rounds missed completly, while another hit the target's right hand. No doubt he was screaming for medical aid. And just as he fired, quickly Hobbar got down with a response of bullets hitting his cover. Shortly there after he received a comm. "Kilo One, this is Kilo Three, do you copy?" the voice said. "Kilo One, go ahead." "Kilo One be advised the sniper is down. I repeat the enemy ARM sniper is down. Kilo Three out" she said. "Kilo One, thanks for the assist, Kilo Three." He looked behind him and said on private Vinigan's channel when he heard what he said and would talk to him later. " Private First Class Vinigan....come to my posistion." he said. He then switched onto Silva's channel. "Staff Sergeant Silva, take Lamond, Reed and Zhour, see if you can get a better angle on these enemy troops."
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 13, 2013 17:34:04 GMT -5
A round slammed into the crate, shunting him back somewhat, the crate drifting backwards somewhat. He pushed himself off to a crate secured to the ground and tucked himself in as another hail of rounds crashed over his head. Berlioz hooked one arm around the strap holding it down and shouldered the rifle, peeking out and firing off single shots again. As the bolt clacked open with the last round fired, he heard the platoon channel come to life.
The moment PFC Vinigan said what Berlioz had been thinking all along he knew that someone would jump on him, they always did, the moment a soldier started thinking and not shooting they became a target. In this case it was the good Lt. Reinhardt, yelling at him about cowardice. Cowardice, as if that shell of a man knows a fucking thing about cowardice! The idea that that man could possibly accuse Vinigan of something that low was just sickening, despite what he had said, was he not here? Was he not fighting alongside everyone else, risking his life for whatever godforsaken reason they were fighting for? He would be shocked if Reinhardt had ever once had his life threatened by an enemy that wasn't tied to a chair with all his fingers broken.
Before someone else jumped down his neck, he pulled himself behind the crate and spoke out to Vinigan hoping that maybe he hadn't taken it to heart. "Vinigan, you are not a coward. You're here with everyone else. You've got a gun in your hands, that helmet on your head and the enemy trying to kill you. Have you run away? Lost your nerve? No, you're still here, still fighting, and you are still alive." He pulled the empty magazine and stuffed it into an open pouch. Pulling out a second magazine, sliding it into the mag well and racking the charging handle back, he moved slowly to the other end of the crate again to fire.
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Aug 13, 2013 18:59:00 GMT -5
He changed the weapons setting to fire in a zero-g area since the trajectory if in gravity was different. As he found out the SS officer had heard him he cringed at being called a coward, why a coward? He disliked the death but after all he was in the middle of the battle and fighting, he might only have fired a few rounds but after all he was a signaller he did his job as he was supposed too and he was still in the battle, it saddened him that a desk-pusher of an officer felt like he could decide who was a coward and not he knew nothing! As Berlioz quickly spoke and did his best to comfort him with saying he wasn't a coward made him feel more alright and to think more of the battle then what terrible things he could do to Reinhardt although he hadn't seen much of him there was just something about Reinhardt that made the hair on his neck rise when he was near a sort of chill.
As Hobbar asked him to come to him he felt a bit weird with how distant it seemed speaking of him in rank one squad net, didn't seem to familiar. But he shrugged he was glad to have something different to do, to his luck though he had done a good job staying close to him so he didn't have to jump that far but it still wasn't the finest thing he had done. With a bit of difficult he came near to Hobbar and leant up the boxes "Hello sir what can I do to help?" he asked curiously not being sure what could be done but getting something to do would be fun.
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Post by Stephanie Galloway on Aug 18, 2013 10:35:07 GMT -5
The one thing Stephanie loved more than herself was her light machine gun, especially in these scenarios, when taking on the enemy's, her bullets cut through them not only making an awful mess their side but the empty shells and belt link pieces were scattering around her. This is the sort of time that Stephanie loved, she loved the powerful feeling she adopted with the job. She folded out the bipod, placing it on the crate and lined herself up for the perfect shot on an ARM soldier making his way between cover. "Nice knowing ya", she muttered as she started to squeeze the trigger, suddenly the lights went out as well as gravity. "Motherfucker!" She cursed to herself quietly while trying to cling on to her possessions and trying to keep herself upright, she managed to protect herself by clasping onto a crate strap that was bolted to the ground.
She didn't outwardly panic but mentally inside she was repeating curses in her mind. She ensured she had a solid grip on the crate, then she peered over, spotting the easy target but the window of opportunity was closing fast, she folded up the bipod "Let's try this again" she muttered, pulling herself tightly against the side, bracing the LMG in her shoulder she tracked the target as he flailed wildly in the zero-g and squeezed off a short burst of rounds, the brass and belt link pieces drifting off to her right. The target was a hit as red sprayed out, despite them being human she had to see them as what they were, murderers and monsters, better used as targets so she was able to detach herself from any emotion. Everything felt in slow motion to her at this point.
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Post by Stephanie Galloway on Aug 19, 2013 10:19:09 GMT -5
When Stephanie looked around, she noticed others struggling around her, the more she wanted to concentrate on the scenario at hand, the more her body wanted to cave in on itself. The crate strap she was holding on to kept her protected against the enemy became a nuisance and made it terribly difficult for her to gain a decent aim, the LMG as wonderful as it was for suppression was somewhat bulky and not particularly suited for zero-g combat. She was just waiting to get shot at this point, staying behind the crate not being something that provided perfect cover. A few more attempts at protecting herself by readjusting caused her to over compensate and drift somewhat past the edge of the crate. A round slammed into her shoulder, thankfully it didn't punch through it left a deep groove and what would become a considerable bruise.
"Goddamn it" She hissed out after realising she hadn't been injured just shocked, the next concern running through her mind was if anyone else saw. While it wasn't uncommon for team members to get hit, it wasn't exactly something she wanted to parade around. Despite the fact she was for the most part unharmed, she felt embarrassed to be in that possession of weakness, she hadn't felt like this since the last time she had gone down due to enemy fire. It made her feel like an imperfection.
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Post by Jorge Silva on Aug 19, 2013 22:29:23 GMT -5
"Staff Sergeant Silva, take Lamond, Reed and Zhour, see if you can get a better angle on these enemy troops." [/font][/quote] Silva nodded in his helmet. From his position he was in a good area from enemy fire, roughly fourteen feet away from Hobbar as he could see on his HUD. The area that he was in was an excellent with cover....however he wasn't so sure about the others having it. The place that he had found was good for him. There were two containers on top of a larger box. It looked like one of those archer windows, from the middle ages before space flight. When an archer had his own window and shot out arrows at the enemy. He ducked down and looked to his right, he saw a long container good enough to stand up and shoot. It was tall enough to cover the person to his or her chest. “Zhour, Lamond, Reed come to my position.” He said over the platoon wide net. Hopefully the battle for the landing bay would be over shortly. The loss of gravity always made him feel funny. Not to mention that he had to watch how many bullets he fired, less the recoil shift where he currently was. The suit did come with jet packs but in this kind of an environment it wasn’t going to be much help. The area was too close for the use of jets. He quickly turned right and got into firing position, just in time to see another ARM trooper get up from cover. The ARM trooper was aiming for another target, giving a good opportunity for Silva to land a few shots. Firing eight rounds at the target, he was disappointed when only two hit. One skimmed the helmet of the target, while the other hit him in the throat area. He went down slowly, and as fast as that happened, Silva got behind his cover again. A few bullets pinged off of the crate…. |
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Post by Wei Zhour on Aug 19, 2013 23:00:51 GMT -5
Zhour smiled when he heard over the radio the order. That was the Staff Sergeant, a no nonsense kind of guy. Slowly and crouching he made his way to the posistion where the Staff Sergeant was. Hearing or barely hearing take your pick the bullets flying over head was becoming less intense. Those ARM bastards were almost done on the bay..hopefully this battle would be over shortly. As he came upon the Staff Sergeant's posistion, he saw that he was set up in a very nice piece of cover. He saw off to the Staff Sergeant's right that there was a good long piece of cover. He crouched up to it and slid down before saying. " I thought these bastards would at least surrender before we killed em all!" He knew that they always fought to the end....but wasn't it common sense to surrender now? He shook his head and decided not to think about it. Trying to think about that right now might get him killed.
He slowly looked over the crate and saw at least five of them left. Why didn't they try to surrender?! He aimed for a target and fired three rounds with his shot gun. Trying to spay all five of them. The good thing about a shot gun he was that it covered a wide base. His shots hit two of them in the chest who immediately flew back and floated slowly, bleeding. The other three were not hurt. Well it worked for him! He then ducked back down knowing that he'd soon have return fire on him. He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. "Idotic ARM bastards!" It could be finished quickly with a gernade but he decided that be best saved for the rest of the mission...the station might have more enemy troopers than expected....and throwing one in zero gravity was always a little risky. The reason being that they moved slowly toward the target area. He continued to crouch.....
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Post by Christopher Reed on Aug 19, 2013 23:15:26 GMT -5
Reed heard the call over the radio from the Staff Sergeant. Geez couldn't these people just surrender right now? He was currently over by Lamond who also got the call. But he wasn't concerned about him at the moment, the Staff Sergeant needed his help. Hopefully it wasn't nothing that he couldn't handle. As he moved over the maze of crates he couldn't help but feel sorry for these poor ARM troopers. The bodies floated a few feet above the ground and anytime he just lightly touched one they'd go off in a new direction and very fast. Why were they attacking the Republic any how, and why follow a general who was a traitor? Maybe they felt like he was a father figure..or something else. He couldn't put his finger on it...but there had to be a more logical reason for following a general who committed terrorist acts against his own people for god's sake. Whatever the real reasons these people had to be killed.
Arriving at the destination he saw another trooper near Silva. His HUD identified him as Zhour an engineer. Oh that guy. He wasn't too fond of Zhour, something just didn't feel right with that guy. He got behind the cover where Zhour was. He saw on his HUD that only three troopers remained. Wow. These guys were fighting to the last man! No surrender, no mercy for these bastards. He aimed his rifle and fired at one of the troopers who was trying to grab his rifle that currently floated in front of him. How the hell did that even happen? Firing ten rounds, the target got hit three times, one in the face place, another time near the neck and the upper chest. He flew back. Quickly he got behind cover and saw one of the red dots now turn maroon. There was only one dot left....
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 20, 2013 13:29:56 GMT -5
Having to deal with this lack of gravity was starting to grate on Berlioz's nerves, he didn't particularly see the tactical advantage as they weren't equipped to deal with it properly. It was the same as knocking out the lighting if they weren't using NODs to compensate, both sides had the same disadvantage. He did his best to use one arm to hold himself against the crate, out of harm's way but doing so made firing back somewhat awkward to say the least. I seriously wish they'd turn the goddamn gravity back on, he thought to himself as he tried once again to aim over the crate using just his right arm to fire.
However as he peeked over his radio came to life, “Zhour, Lamond, Reed come to m-" The slight pause he took to listen to the unexpected message was enough for one of the surviving ARM soldiers to take an aimed shot at him. The last part of the radio message was lost on him as a round glanced off the visor of his helmet, sending a spider web of cracks across his vision and throwing his HUD into static. The force of the impact combined with the shock sent him spinning away as he reeled back. He didn't even shout out as he was counting his breaths, realising that the fact his head wasn't currently trying to squeeze out of a hole in his visor meant there was no breach and he wasn't depressurising.
He crashed into another thankfully secured crate and slung himself round behind it. Grateful that he had his rifle on a sling, he grabbed it out of the air to prevent it from continuing to spin around wildly. He breathed out heavily, he needed to be more careful, he was getting too reckless, he'd already taken a hit and now had almost been killed by pausing to listen to his radio. Staying alive needed to be higher on his list of priorities, the fact it wasn't was something he'd deal with when he got home. If he got home.
Remembering the order to regroup at Sergeant Silva's position, he looked around the edge of the crate to see PFC Reed arriving next to him. Inching round he pushed off, sailing through the open space before coming to a halt behind the same cover as the others. Looking at his HUD to determine how many enemies were alive was totally useless, his HUD was completely scrambled and was more of a nuisance now than it was before. He switched it off, enjoying the unencumbered view, aside from the right side of his vision being somewhat distorted by the damage. If there was an atmosphere he would be very inclined to just take the blasted thing off.
He looked over to Silva and said, "Sergeant Silva, as a note, my HUD is out of commission, I won't be able to see any updates you give via that means of communication."
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