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| Wraith | 8 Nov 2008, 09:48 PM Post #31 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXX South Orannia At long last, Third Squad arrived at the intersection. Ares looked around. Several Marines were against the walls, peering around corners periodically to check for any approaching enemies. Wraith, Alex, Lee, and now Ben were gathered around him. Third Squad dispersed around the area, taking up defensive positions. "Okay, Mitchell just sent in our first objective within the city - this building here," Ares said, projecting a holomap from his helmet. One of the buildings, near the city center was highlighted. "This is where FIST command is being held. We are to assault it bottom up in conjunction with Second Platoon, Fox Company. In addition, Marine units will free the pilots, artillerymen, and FIST hardware at these locations," More buildings, and a courtyard, within the city center flashed. "Ready? Platoon in column formation. Third Squad, on point." --------------------------------------------- Sergeant McGraw's team had point on the platoon formation, with Wolf himself in front. Eventually, they reached an open area lined with several second-story buildings. Wolf immediately dropped to a crouch and held up his hand. The entire platoon dropped to a crouch. Wolf sniffed the air for a moment. "Bad cologne, and gunpowder. Fuck," he growled to himself. "COVER!" he bellowed, dashing for the low wall off to his side. An instant later, a pair of machine guns opened up from two of the buildings across the street. "Third Squad, move up for suppressing fire!" Ben ordered. "Wraith, go with First Squad and find an alternate route through these buildings! Go!" Ares shouted. He saw Alex silently mouth "Fuck," across the street. "Second Squad, with me!" Ares moved over to a stone stairwell leading up a house, followed quickly by Staff Sergeant Lee and his assault team. Ares saw Second Squad's fire teams move up across the street. "LAWs?!" Ares asked. Lee turned to Sergeant Allen, who nodded and grinned. Corporal Bladon unslung the LAW, which had two more rockets left. Crouching, Bladon edged out of cover into the street, where he had a good view of the buildings ahead. He aimed at one of themuzzle flashes on the second floor, and with a mighty crack! the rocket flew towards its target, destroying half the house in the process. Bladon whooped in satisfaction. ----------------------------------------- "Dutch, take point," Alex said. "Roger," Sanol and his team hurdled over the wall splitting the alleyways. "Moving across the street now. We're on their flank, over" Sanol said. "Roger that. Lundy, Bradley, move." The two other teams hurdled over the wall and followed Sanol. Alex and Wraith followed just behind. Sanol and his team were edging towards the target buildings, hugging the sides of other houses lining the courtyard. "Dutch, take the left building, with the MG." "Roger." "Lundy, you can have the right M-" Suddenly, an explosion rocked the courtyard as a rocket slammed into the second floor of the building with the other MG. "Strike that, Lundy. Take the building on the right that no longer has an MG, over." Lundy chuckled. "Roger that." "I'm with them," Wraith said. "Good. I'm with Bradley. Let's go!" Alex waved his hand and Bradley's team followed. "This is One-One. We are preparing to clear the buildings. Lift fire, over." "Roger that. Lifting fire, over," said Lee. --------------------------------------------------- As First Squad cleared the buildings, Lee and Ben repositioned their squads to cover the flanking roads into the courtyard. Many cracks snapped inside the buildings, which stopped as suddenly as they had started. "This is One-One. Buildings are clear, over." "Roger tha-" "Contact, front! Engaging!" came Sergeant Garnett's voice. He and his two other men began firing at a squad of soldiers that had just dashed across the road in front of them. "This is One-Two. Our side is clear. Moving to support One-Three, over." "Roger that, One-Two. One-One, move through the buildings on the left side of the courtyard and flank the bastards, over." "Roger that, we are moving." ------------------------------------------------- Minutes later, Second and Third Squads creeped along the sides of the street towards the intersection ahead, where Garnett had sighted the enemy soldiers. Several cracks sounded ahead. The squads dropped, waited a few seconds, and got up to move again. The cracks had stopped. They rounded to corner to see Wraith, Alex, and First Squad securing the street, piling out of a house. "This is One-One, we are - oh." Alex sighted Ares and the rest of the platoon rounding the corner. He jogged up to Ares. "Target building in sight, sir," Alex pointed to the three-story building down the road. "Excellent. Move up, but stay frosty. No casualties at this point, understood?" Alex, Lee, and ben nodded. "Understood, sir." "Let's go." |
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| Wraith | 8 Nov 2008, 11:41 PM Post #32 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXXI Central Orrania "Fox Six, this is Delta One-Six. We are at Objective Foxtrot, over." "This is Fox Six. Wait one, over." There was a pause. "This is Fox Two-Six. We are at Objective Foxtrot, over." "Roger that Fox Two-Six. Delta One-Six, Fox Two-Six, engage Objective Foxtrot. Out." "Roger that, Fox Six. Engaging. Out." Ares switched to the platoon frequency. "Split off. Find a doorway, breach and clear, over." "Roger that," said the squad leaders. "I'll be with Second this time," said Wraith. "Roger that. First is mine," said Ares. ------------------------------------------------ Alex chose the left doorway, in reference to the other squads. Ares moved in behind his squad. "Assault team, breach and clear," Alex said. Sergeant Bradley and his team moved up, pulling out their heavy submachine guns. Bradley gestured with his hand, and Lance Corporal Shert moved up to place the breaching charge on the door. BOOM! The door exploded inward, killing the two unsuspecting sentries behind the door instantly. "Room clear!" Alex, Ares, and the rest of the squad moved in. There was a stairwell ahead, and an ajoining hallway to the right. "Lundy, Bradley, go right. Dutch, on me." "Roger that," Sanol and his men lined up, then started moving cautiously up the stairwell. "This is One Alpha. Multiple rooms in our area. Clearing now," said Lundy on the comm. "Roger that," Alex replied. "This is One-One, on the second floor. Dutch breach and clear." Sanol kicked in the door and Corporal Mannerheim and PFC Isis moved in to secure the room, which was a library. They gunned down two men who had been dozing at the tables, wakened by the sudden crash. "Clear," said Mannerheim. "Bravo, move up and clear that hallway." ------------------------------------------------------------ Meanwhile, Second Squad breached the center door. Sergeant Allen's assault team breached in, also with a charge, which instantly killed the sentries in the room as well. Ahead was a main lobby, with a large stairway. Two squads of troops fumbled with their rifles as the door exploded inwards. Wraith, Lee, and Second Squad dove for the cover of the planters lining the foyer. Sergeant Irick kicked in the door to a side office and moved into an ajoining hallway. "Two Alpha, we'll flank 'em, over." "Roger that Two Alpha. We'll hold 'em down here," Le responded. "Suppressing fire!" He rose up and emptied his rifle clip towards the enemy troops, who were also taking cover behind the large information desk. "Two Bravo, moving up!" Sergeant Roland shouted. His team darted forward to another planter and opened fire from there. A foolish VPA trooper popped his head up, which was promptly destroyed by a shot from Wraith's rifle. "Two Charlie, moving," said Sergeant Allen. His team darted forward in the same manner to the next planter. Lee emptied another clip in the direction of the enemy troops. Suddenly, there was crash in the room ahead, and the desk was shot to pieces from the right side. When the cries and groans died off, Sergeant Irick and his team moved into view. "Clear," he said, grinning. --------------------------------------------------- Third Squad entered the right door, but quietly. Ben carefully eased open the door, and spotted a single sentry sound asleep in a chair. He quickly rushed up to him and slit his throat with his knife. "Clear," he whispered. A pair of explosion sounded as the other two squads breached in their doors. "This is One-Three. I'll move up straight to the third floor, over." "Roger that, One-Three. Be careful, out," came Ares's response. "Roger that." Ben motioned for Wolf and his team to move to the front, and they sprinted up the stairwell ahead, all the way to the third floor. Ben nodded his head and waved his hand, and Wolf eased open the door, moving inside the next room. "Contact. Three tangoes," he whispered. "Squad, move in to the room," Ben said. "Bravo, Charlie, line up at these doors and prepare to clear. Wolf fire on my mark," Ben waited until the other two teams were arrayed at the doors. "Fire! Breach and Clear!" Wolf's rifle cracked, followed by those of his team. The three enemy soldiers dropped. At the same time, Selucis and Tiduos kicked down their respective doors, spraying the rooms with fire if it was required. "Clear!" "Clear!" "Alpha, take point. Bravo, Charlie, clear the rooms along that hallway." "Roger that. Alpha is moving," Wolf said, waving his team forward and creeping down the hallway. Ben followed Wolf's team. Eventually they saw the top of the main stairway, inside a large, open room, which in turn led to a set of double-doors. "This is Bravo," Sergeant McKnight said. "Hall is clear, over." "Roger that, bravo. Move up to our position," Ben replied. "Wolf move up and prepare to clear." Ben followed Wolf's team as they lined themselves up next to the doorway in preparation to breach. Ben heard several voices inside. He recognized a few. "Shhhh, shhh, shhh! I think the brigadier's in there!" Ben whispered. Wolf raised an eyebrow. "Listen!" Sure enough, they recognized Brigadier Wolfe's voice, along with Commander Harlan's and Captain Ryan's. They were apparently attempting to "negotiate" with their captors. Ben switched on his infras. "About a dozen standing targets, they must be the regs. Multiple, about two dozen, kneeling signatures - must be the hostages. I've got two tangoes standing in front of the door, and the captives are a ways back from it. You know what that means," Ben switched off the infras. Wolf grinned. "Conk, breaching charge," Wolf whispered. Conk attached the charge to the center of the door. "Hit it," Ben said. An instant later, the charge exploded, killing the two guards in front of the door. Wolf tossed in a flashbang. "EYES DOWN!" Ben bellowed. Inside, many of the captive officers shielded their eyes as the grenade exploded, blinding the guards. "In, in, in!" Wolf shouted. Corporal Baldwin and Lance Corporal Dole ducked inside, firing at any standing targets they could see. Many of the blinded soldiers sprayed fire wildly. Dole fell backwards, as if he was slammed in the stomach, onto the floor. Wolf, Baldwin, and Conk picked off the remaining enemies. "Shit! This is One-Three! We've rescued the captives, but we've got a man down! Medic!" Ben shouted into the radio. Baldwin had rushed over to Dole the instant the last enemy had fallen, and attempted to put pressure on the wound, which was to his left breast, penetrating the lung and narrowly missing the heart. Dole writhed for a few seconds, then went limp. Six seconds later, Corporal Goldstein rushed into the room. "Shit," Wolf muttered. He knelt down and closed Dole's eyes. |
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| Wraith | 9 Nov 2008, 06:44 PM Post #33 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXXIII Things within 94th FIST were back to normal, or as normal as they could get in the current situation. FIST command was back in charge, and the air and artillery detatchments would be operational momentarily. Now, it was time for the Marines to clear the rest of the capital, starting with the jamming device. "Outlaw Six, this is Uniform Six. Are you sure on that? Over," said Brigadier Wolfe's voice over the radio. "Of course we do, Uniform Six. It's been giving us hell for months. Repeating: Grid Coordinates Delta Bravo Six-Five. Over." "Roger that. Delta Six, this is Uniform Six, over." "This is Delta Six, over," Captain Ryan replied. "Delta Six, you are tasked with taking Objective Juliet, over." "Roger that. Delta One-Six, you hear that? Over." "Roger that, Delta Six, over," said Ares. "Get to it, then. Out." ------------------------------------------ Central Orrania "Okay, tactical plan," Ares said. Wraith and the squad leaders were gathered around, as usual. "The jamming device is here, Delta Bravo Six-Five. Specifically in this building here." A two-story building on the projected holomap flashed. "It's on the roof. Now, we're not far from it, about a street away. But this courtyard," The wide, circular courtyard in front of the target building flashed. "Will be a problematic field of fire. But a simple obstacle to overcome. First and Second Squads provide suppression fire, and Third Squad assaults the target building. Any other enemy-occupied buildings will be cleared by First and Second. Here, Ben," Ares handed Ben a medium-sized explosive charge. "C9 Plasma Charge. Be careful with it." Ben nodded. "Got it, sir." "I'm with Third," said Wraith. "Right, then. Move out." ------------------------------------------- Sergeant McGraw peered around the corner. The courtyard was ahead, with a squad of enemy soldiers preparing defensive positions. Wolf clicked his toungue and held up his hand, flashing it three times - meaning about fifteen tangoes. Ben nodded, and waved his hands for the teams to move around the corner. Wolf swung around and picked a target, squeezing off a round. The man dropped. The entire squad fired just after. About half the enemy troops fell dead. The squad rushed up to the low wall separating the courtyard from the road and slid into a crouch behind it. "Fire, fire, fire!" Ben shouted. The squad poured suppression fire into the target building as the rest of the platoon moved into position. Suddenly, a machine gun riiiiiiiiipped from a house to the right of the target building. "Jason, shift fire!" "Got it!" Jason and his team moved their fire from the target building to the new contact. Ares slammed into the wall next to Wraith. "Wraith, Ben! Move up! We've got ya covered!" As if on cue, the rifles of First and Second Squads rippled and cracked, pouring suppression fire into any buildings where muzzle flashes appeared. "Third Squad, up and MOVE!" Ben bellowed. He, Wraith, and his squad hurdled over the low wall and dashed across the courtyard to the door of the house. Hitting the wall, Wraith pulled out his shotgun. "Lemme give 'em a hug," he said, icily. "Jason, breach and clear! Wolf, put a frag through that window!" "On it!" Wolf responded. Conk smashed the said window and Wolf tossed a frag grenade in, which exploded violently. Several cries of pain exited the room with the dust and fragments of glass and furniture. At the same time, Corporal Tiduos placed the breaching charge on the door, which exploded inwards seconds later. "In, in, in!" Wraith yelled, ducking inside himself, shotgun firing. By the time Ben entered, nine bodies lay on the floor. Wraith was beginning to creep up the stairs. "Three rooms upstairs! Assault team, up!" he shouted form above. Jason and his team rushed up the stairs. "Wolf, Knight, get in here and clear the first floor!" Upstairs, Wraith blasted the hinges of a door with the shotgun and kicked it in, then leaned back up against the wall. Jason and Tiduos rushed in, submachine guns blazing. "Clear!" "Contact rear!" Wraith shouted. Two tangoes exited one of the rooms, and were promptly blown away by Wraith's shotgun. "Clear! Assault team, move up!" he ordered, shoving shells into the shotgun. "Mac, get the door!" Jason said. Lance Corporal MacTavish kicked in the door, and Tiduos went in. "Clear!" Tiduos shouted. Suddenly, the door to the balcony burst open. The soldiers sprayed fire into the hallway wildly. Wraith pumped the shotgun and rushed over, leaping and crashing through a window. Tossing a frag grenade at the soldiers around the jamming device, he pumped the two tangoes by the door full of lead with the shotgun. The grenade exploded moments later. "CLEAR! Jason, get the jammer!" "On it!" Jason rushed over and set the charge, then rushed back into the house. "Fire in the hole!" The charge exploded, sending the jammer up in flames with the extreme heat of a plasma discharge. "Delta One-Six, this is Delta One-Five. Target building is clear and Objective Julit is destroyed!" "Roger that, One-Five. I saw it. One-One, One-Two, clear these buildings, over!" "Roger that!" |
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| Wraith | 9 Nov 2008, 10:12 PM Post #34 |
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CHAPTER XXXIV Central Orrania "Delta Six, this is Delta One-Six. Objective Juliet is down, over!" "Roger that, Delta One-Six. Uniform Six, this is Delta Six. Objective Juliet is down, over." "Roger that, Delta Six. Move your men to the north. I'm recieving sat feed now, and it shows incoming armor from the north. A LOT of armor. Over." "Roger that. Delta One-Six, move to the north, position Alpha Charlie Six-Five, over." "Acknowledged, Delta Six. Wilco, out." --------------------------------------------------- "Peters, Peters, Peters, this is Uniform Six, over." "Thank God, Uniform Six! We thought we'd lost you men after that message." "Message?" "Yeah. One of your guys sent a message up via VPA frequencies. We've got the ITS Lance Corporal Hugh Avery up here on standby with a full Army Division, over." "Roger that, Peters. We don't need the doggies - we're handling it. We've secured about half the capital. I'm reporting in our status to MARCOM: FIST is uncohesive, but free for operation. Half of hostile capital is secure. Approximately half the FIST is MIA. Peters, send this to MARCOM ASAP, over." "Roger that, Uniform Six. Wilco. Out." -------------------------------------------------------- "Wraith, Alex, Lee, Ben, on me!" Ares said, waving his arm. The four men walked over and knelt around. "We've finally got sat feed from ASE. We've got a LOT of incoming armor from the north, and we've been ordered to take up defensive positions at Grid Alpha Charlie Six-Five. First Squad and Wraith, take point. Third Squad, you're with me at the rear. Clear?" "Crystal, sir," Alex groaned. The others nodded. "Get it on, Marines!" -------------------------------------------------------------- Lundy's team had point on First Squad, creeping ahead cautiously, with Wraith close behind. As they moved up the street, Aster suddenly stopped and went immediately to a crouch, holding up a fist. The squad immediately went to a similar crouch. "What's wrong?" asked Lundy. "Somethin's not raught," Aster muttered. "Well, duh! You just stopped and I'm asking 'what's wrong!' What is wrong specifically?" "It's too quite. Ambush." Lundy nodded in agreement. "Okay, everyone keep yer eyes open. Aster's expecting an impending ambush, and you know what that means." Everyone in the squad but Erikson and Isis, nodded, the latter two looking confused. "It means that an ambush will happen," Corporal Carr whispered to Erikson. Erikson nodded and started moving again. The street eventually came into contact with an open courtyard to the left. Aster halted at the corner and nodded towards it. "Obvi's field o' fiyah, Loondy," he whispered. "Right. Aster, just keep going. Everyone, watch the flank." The team continued down the road. -------------------------------------------------------- Across the same courtyard, in a darkened second floor room, a three-man machine gun outpost sat dozing. Suddenly, one of the men shouted out to his comrades. "Jesus! One just went by! Here come some more!" "Fire!" another shouted. The first man cocked the machine gun. ----------------------------------------------------------- Erikson was moving across the open area, scanning the left for any enemy troops. He saw none. "Christ! Get DOWN!" a voice from behind suddenly shouted. An immense force shoved Erikson down to the ground, and dozens of rounds riiiiipped through the space he had just occupied a second later. "Jesus, you idiot! You're gonna get yourself killed actin' like that!" Wraith yelled, prone next to him. "Dutch, suppressing fire on that building!" "Roger that," Sanol immediately directed his team to pour fire into the second-story window, where the muzzle flashes were appearing. Wraith motioned with his hand towards Sergeant Bradley. "'Nade 'em!" Bradley nodded, and moved at a crouch around the corner. He clipped a large attachment to his rifle, aimed, and fired. The fat rifle grenade arced and slammed into the window precisely, destroying it comepletely with little collateral damage to the rest of the house. Wraith rose to his feet, grabbing Erikson by the collar to do the same. "Watch yerself, next time, idiot, 'cuz next time, I might not be there to save your ass." Erikson nodded nervously. "Uh...Thanks, Boss?" "Your welcome. Let's keep moving!" |
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| Wraith | 10 Nov 2008, 05:40 PM Post #35 |
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CHAPTER XXXV Northern Orrania First Platoon rushed over to the low wall between the street and the field ahead and dropped to a crouch next to it, scanning the horizon. "Delta Six, this is Delta One-Six. We are in position on the northern edge of the city, over." "Roger that, Delta One-Six. Good work. Be advised incoming enemy armor will be in sight in estimate five mike. Get your asses bunkered down somewhere, fast. Over." "Roger that, Delta Six. Wilco. Out," Ares reopened the 'All Hands' frequency. "Okay everyone, find defensive positions, NOW! Incoming armor will be on top of us in five mikes! Third Squad, church! Second Squad, down here at the wall. First Squad, get into some houses! Move your asses!" Ares watched as his platoon scrambled around toward their designated positions. Ben waved his arms toward a pair of houses off to the right, which his team leaders promptly bashed their ways into. "Delta Three-One, in position, over!" "Delta Two-One, right in front of ya. Over." "Delta Three-One. Almost ready, will be momentarily. Over." "Roger that, One-One. Make some room up in the belltower for me. Over." "Roger that." ------------------------------------- "Up here, sir. Plenty of room for everyone," said Lundy, who was scanning the horizon with his Long-Ranger from the belltower of the church. He knelt down and offered his hand to Ares. "Thanks," Ares said, grabbing it and hauling himself up. He activated his magnifiers. "I see 'em now, sir, just coming ino view. Holy shit, there's a lot of 'em." Lundy cocked the rifle. "Delta Six, this is Delta One-Six. Multiple armor contacts in sight. Shit. I count about two dozen, about half a dozen of them Hotels, the others Limas or Alpha Papa Charlies. About two platoons of infantry. Over." "Jesus. Hang on, even by the skin of yer teeth, One-Six. I'll find you some Angels. Out." "One-Five, this is One-Six. Heads up down there, it's about to get really busy," Ares said to Wraith, who was down by the wall with Lee. "Roger that." -------------------------------------------- "Jason, pick yer targets!" Ben ordered.. A roaring whoosh screeched through the air over their heads, followed shortly by an explosion, which took half the church's wall with it. "JESUS CHRIST!" came a shout on the radio. "FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!" Ben bellowed. There was a sharp crack!, and a rocket went flying into the nearest heavy tank, which was approaching fast. The rocket penetrated the tank easily, hitting between the turret and the glacis plate. The turret blew clean off and flipped into the air. "Reload! Reload!" Jason shouted. Corporal Tiduos was scrambling to shove another rocket down the tube. "Last one, sarge!" he yelled. "What?!" "LAST ONE, SARGE!" "Fire!" Another crack!, followed by an exploding heavy tank. Another rumble from ahead, followed by a whoosh! and explosion from behind. "DOWN! Kill the infantry! Kill 'em!" -------------------------------------------- In the church, Lundy was busy picking off targets with his Long-Ranger. "Target, eleven o' clock." A crack! "Target down. Target, twelve o' clock." Another crack! "Target down. Target twelve..." Below, Sergeant Bradley's assault team took cover behind the rubble of the blown-out wall. "SHERT! Get out the LAW!" Bradley shouted over the roar of the battle. "Roger that! Fightin' the LAW, eh?!" Lance Corporal Shert unslung the LAW. "I've got two rockets plus one in the tube, sarge!" "Pick a target and fire at will!" "Roger that!" Shert rose to his crouch, aimed, and fired. An APC erupted in a fireball. He dropped back on his stomach and reloaded the launcher, then repeated the pattern, destroying a light tank. "Last rocket, sar-" A roar and a fireball engulfed the sanctuary, blowing out another hole in the rear wall this time. Shert raised his head slightly, eyes wide in surprise and looking around frantically. "Jesus Christ," he muttered. he finished reloading the launcher, rose back to a crouch, and fired again. The rocket penetrated the side armor of a heavy tank. While it did not explode outright, it was crippled, and a fire licked its way towards the ammunition. The crew bailed out frantically before the shells cooked off with a pop! pop! pop! -------------------------------------------------- "INCOMING! DIVE!" Wraith bellowed as an APC crashed through the low wall. He dove to his right behind the higher part of the wall, near the houses. The APC revoled its turret to face its rear and fired a 40mm shell into the walled garden Sergeant Roland and his team had taken refuge in. There were several cries of pain. Wraith's face contorted with rage. He pulled out a frag grenade, carrying his rifle one-handed. Jumping onto the chasis of the tank, he lifted up the hatch and shove the grenade in. It exploded, nearly ripping off the hatch. There were many pained screams from inside. "SON OF A BITCH! DIE! DIE! DIE!" Wraith stuck the muzzle of his rifle down into the hatch and emptied the clip into the interior at rapidly at random angles. No more sounds came from inside. An explosion from behind threw Wraith off of the APC, landing hard onto the street behind the high wall. He yelped in pain and groaned as he felt his earlier wounds rip open. Blood began to stain his uniform. ---------------------------------------------------- Sergeant Irick and Corporal Ape Tewkes watched as Wraith took down the APC with the grenade. Two more vehicles - a light tank and another APC - approached rapidly. The APC fired its cannon towards the now-dead APC. When they looked back, Wraith was no longer on top of the APC. "Shit! Dean, McAllen, take the APC! Ape, you're with me on the light!" "Roger that!" Clambering onto the tank, Irick yanked the pin out of the grenade with his teeth and rammed the spike on its end into the hatch. It exploded inwards, completely destroying the hatch and sending deadly fragments into the interior itself. He heard screams inside. "Take that, you sons of bitches! Ape, go!" Ape nodded, grabbing one of his light submachine guns from his thigh holster and dropping through the hatch into the tank. A clatter of automatic fire echoed from inside. Ape's grinning face popped up out of the hatch moments later. "Clear!" Irick was deeply disturbed by the site. |
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| Wraith | 11 Nov 2008, 05:44 PM Post #36 |
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CHAPTER XXXVI Northern Orrania Lee opened his eyes. He was looking up towards a cloudy, gray sky. Twisting his head around, several blurred shapes were writhing all over the place, or moving, maybe? He realized his vision was blurred, and that he heard no sounds. Rising to a crouch and shaking his head, his vision started to clear, and he saw that he was in the walled garden with Sergeant Roland and his team. It, and he, was covered in rubble. Sergeant Roland was on his knees, leaning over someone lying on the ground. Two other Marines were at positions next to the remnants of the wall, silent flashes coming from their rifles. Roland looked up and, seeing Lee up and on his feet, started moving his mouth. Lee squinted. There was a great ringing sound in his ears - a rather annoying ringing sound. He moved his mouth to say "What?!" but no sound came out. The ringing sound began warping, growing louder and louder, until it became almost unbearable. Suddenly, his hearing came back to him. Explosions blew all around, and bullets hissed and snagged through the air. "I said Marlow's dead, sarge! Take cover!" Lee shook head again, then realized what he was doing. "Shit!" he shouted, diving for cover behind a pile of rubble. He peered over and fired a trio of shots at a pair of regular soldiers rushing towards him. Both dropped without a sound, or seemed to. Suddenly, a light tank crashed through the wall to his left. Lee scrambled to take cover on the opposite side of the rubble. "Shit!" he shouted. "Roland!" "What? Oh fuck!" "Remember Wraith on Maxfrica!" Lee shouted. "Fuck yeah, sir! Let's do this!" During the Fourth Maxfrican Campaign last year, when the platoon had run out of anti-armor weapons, and confronted with a large amount of armored vehicles, Gunny Calahan had jumped onto a tank with Crazy Aster, forcing the hatch open and killing the crew. They had taken heavy casualties nonetheless. "Hound, on me! LePallin, cover us!" Roland and Lance Corporal "Hound" Cole jumped up and rushed the tank from the flank. Clambering aboard, Roland pulled the pin on a grenade and jammed it through the cracked hatch. After it exploded, Hound jabbed in his rifle muzzle and sprayed the inside of the compartment. After he emptied the clip, Roland dropped in another grenade, and they both leaped off. Flames licked up through the hatch of the tank. "Fuck yeah, sir! It's on!" --------------------------------------------- "Jesus! DOWN!" Sergeant McKnight warned his team. A moment later, a shell from a heavy tank crashed through the wall of the house they had been taking cover in. McKnight and PFC Izzy Ballard, who had been standing closest to the wall, were blown across the room and through the interior wall into a hallway. "Fuck! Selucis, incoming infantry!" Deadhead shouted. "Got it!" Selucis raised his rifle to his shoulder and fired shots at several of the dozen incoming targets. "Infantry on the left! Mine!" Deadhead raised his own rifle and pumped four bullets into a charging regular, who fell foward over the shattered wall into the room. Outside, the heavy tank traversed its turret to face them again. "Fuck! Selucis, MOVE!" "Moving up!" Selucis rolled to the right and dove over the ruined wall, accidentally dropping his rifle in the process. The tank fired, its shell plunging through the interior wall and passing straight through the hallway. Selucis grabbed his last two grenades and charged the tank, climbing aboard. "KNOCK KNOCK!" he bellowed, ramming the spike of the grenade into the hatch. The hatch blew inward, and Selucis pulled out the pin on the other grenade with his teeth, dropping it in. It also exploded. Drawing his combat sidearm, Selucis dropped into the tank itself, aiming and firing two shots into the final, wounded crew member. He hauled himself back out the hatch and dropped behind it as a flurry of fire opened up on him from a group of infantry ahead. Meanwhile, another light tank rumbled by the destroyed house, just as Deadhead escaped the room. He grabbed hold, but lost his footing, slipping off and beginning to drag, until the tank halted to fire. The hatch squeaked as it opened up, a crewman armed with a pistol popping up. "Fuck!" Deadhead shouted. He dropped his rifle and drew his pistol, but was too slow. But as the crewman aimed and prepared to fire, he was riddled with multiple bullets, slumping over. "Catch! Frag 'em!" Sergeant McKnight shouted, tossing Deadhead a frag grenade. Deadhead scrambled over the skirt of the tank and crouched next to the dead tanker's body. He stuck the grenade's spike into the man's body and pushed it in. It exploded a moment later to the sound of startled cries. "See you in Hell, fuckers!" ------------------------------------------------------- "Shit shit shit," Ares muttered. "This doesn't look good." Four light tanks, three APCs, and one last heavy tank were still operational, and his Marines, many wounded, were scattered, despite their ingenuity and efforts to stop them. Luckily, the infantry were pulling- "Aw, shit! Give us a fucking chance, God! Damn it!" he cursed. Two more platoons of infantry were rapidly approaching to support the remaining tanks. "I got 'em, sir!" Lundy said, aiming his Long-Ranger. "But I'm almost out of ammo!" "Delta One, SitRep, over!" "This is One-One! Two Whiskey, but we're okay! Over!" "This is...One-Two. One KIA, four wounded. We're pretty fucked up right now, sir." "Proper radio procedure, Two!" "Sorry, One-Six. Tellin' it like it is." "One-Three here. Four Whiskey, no Kilo. I have no fuckin' idea where Bravo is, One-Six!" "Bravo is here! Somewhere...!" came Sergeant McKnights voice. "Delta Six, come in! This is Delta One-Six! Broken Arrow! I say again, Broken Arrow!" "Say again, Delta One-Six? Over." "Broken Arrow, sir! We're scattered all over our position and have two additional enemy platoons converging on our position! We're out of Lima Alpha Whiskeys and are still confronted with armored forces! Broken Arrow!" "Roger that, Delta One-Six. I will do what I can. Out." Ares cursed violently and punched the wall of the tower. "Uh, sir?!" "WHAT NOW?!" "Incoming! Down!" Lundy shoved Ares down the hatch of the tower, causing him to land hard onto the next floor, knocking the wind out of him. A moment later, the belltower above exploded to fragments. "Fuck fuck fuck! One-One Alpha, One-One Alpha. Respond, over!" There was no response. "God damn it, One-One Alpha! Respond, over!" "There was a static noise on the other end of the comm. Then a series of coughs. "Oh, shit. I-I'm okay, One-Six. I think. Oh God, I could use a medic right now. I'm-I'm up on the roof of the church somewhere. Damn thing almost blew me off. Over." "Goldstein! Kindret! Someone!" Ares shouted. Corporal Kindret's head appeared from below a few moments later. "Yes, sir?" "Sergeant Lundy's on the roof somewhere. He could use some patching!" "Errr...on it, sir!" Kindret climbed all the way up, ran over to what remained of the hatch, and clambered up onto the roof. "One-One Alpha, medic is en route. hang tight, over." "Roger that, One-Six. I'll, errr....just sit here and bleed out for a while. Ah, there you are. Is this bad?" Lundy cut the comm off. --------------------------------------------------------------- Wraith groaned again, laying on the ground. "Stay still, Boss!" Corporal Goldstein shouted. "I'm trying to help, damn it!" "MOVE!" Wraith bellowed. An enemy soldier hurdled over the wall, and took aim at the medic. Just as Goldstein rolled out of the way, Wraith flicked up his arm, .45 in hand, and pumped the man pull of lead. "Clear! Hurry up with this!" "I'm trying, I'm trying!" Sergeant Allen and his assault team rushed over and flattened themselves to the wall. "Doin' okay, Boss?" Allen asked, sarcastically. "Fuck you, Allen!" "I think I will be soon, Boss. Take a look!" Allen pointed over the remnants of the wall. Three of the lights were rumbling forward for one last push. "Fuck! Goldy, get back!" Wraith waved him away and started to drag himself back behind the intact part of the wall. The turret of the right tank traversed its way to face him and Allen's team. "Aw...fuck," Sergeant Allen said. "See all you at the RV in Hell," said PFC LeGrand. BOOM! |
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| Wraith | 12 Nov 2008, 04:54 PM Post #37 |
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CHAPTER XXXVII Northern Orrania BOOM! The three tanks erupted in a huge fireball. BOOM! BOOM! The remaining tanks and APCs went up in massive explosions, followed by more around the incoming infantry platoons. A pair of hovercopter gunships roared over, firing more of their Hellspawn Missiles into the routing enemy. "FUCK YEAH!" "WOO-HOO!" "GET THE FUCKERS!" Allen felt himself with his hands, as if to reassure himself he was still intact. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, this is real. I thought I was deader than Rasputin." "Or Obama," said LeGrand. Allen cringed. "Jesus, not that dead. What 'bout you, Boss?" Wraith turned to scowl at him. "Hell no. When I die, it won't be on this shithole - it'll be on a different one. Quit yer laughing and help me up, you bastards." Allen hauled Wraith to his feet, throwing his arm over his shoulder and LeGrand's. "What the fuck are you doing? I said help me up, not help me walk!" "Sorry Boss," Allen said, letting Wraith's arms fall back to his sides. Wraith started limping over towards the church. Ares and First Squadwere just now exiting. Lance Corporal Shert and PFC Isis were limping, and Lundy leaned on the shoulders of Idiot and Aster, his legs a bbloody mess. "First Platoon, on me!" Ares boomed. Several faces popped up from the rubble of the walls and ruins of the houses, then started walking, limping, or were helped, over. Sergeant Roland had a body slumped over his back in a fireman's carry. "Squad leaders, report!" Alex stepped forward. "First Squad, all present and accounted for, sir! Sergeant Lundhorn, Corporal Mannerheim, Corporal LeFaye, Lance Corporal Shert, and PFC Isis are all wounded." Lee limped forward. "Second Squad, all present and accounted for other than one KIA - Private First Class Charles W. Marlow. I am wounded, along with Sergeant Roland, Corporal LePallin, Lance Corporal McAllen, and Lance Corporal Bellik. Sir!" Ben stepped forward. "Third Squad, all present and accounted for. Sergeant McKnight, Corporal Lashio, Corporal Baldwin, Lance Corporal MacTavish, and PFC Ballard are all wounded, sir!" Ares nodded. "Platoon Sergeant, report!" Wraith stepped forward. "I am lightly wounded, but otherwise ready for duty, sir!" he said, saluting. "'Lightly wounded,' Gunnery Sergeant?" "It's nothing, sir." "Whatever you say," Ares turned back to the platoon. "Well men, we held this position. We lost another man today, the third and last on this campaign. Yes, you heard correctly. This campaign is over, mission accomplished. General Arikos and the Planetary Government have surrendered, and their army is routed. The gunships from the Peters really saved the day. We may have held the line, but they saved us from annihalation. I, personally, will give them that credit. Captain Ryan has given us new orders - we are to board shuttles and head for home. We are to be relieved here by 56th Army Infantry Division for occupation duty. Fine job, men. Damn fine job indeed." -------------------------------------------------------------------- So 94th FIST returned back to Camp Oliver O. Barton on Bessan, rest, recover, recreate, and recieve replacements. OOC: Note, not over yet. |
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| Wraith | 12 Nov 2008, 05:23 PM Post #38 |
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CHAPTER XXXVIII AFTERMATH Camptown, Bessan It was a jolly time in the Hard Place during the next day's evening liberty. Everyone was drinking, eating, singing, or fucking the local whores, if they so chose to. Not Lewis Erikson. He had barely gone through his first beer. He had no appetite, no good feelings. Crazy Aster plopped down in the seat next to him, chuckling. "So, whot are yeh doin', lad? Just sittin' 'ere feelin' sorreh for yehself? Eh?" Erikson looked up and scowled. "It doesn't feel right. I...don't feel too good." "'Tis all righ', lad. This was yehr baptism by fiyeh. 'Tis perfectly nermal for yeh boots. Look it Isis over theh. 'E's just the same." "How do you do it, though Aster? I mean, we lost three men on Volut. We killed dozens, maybe even hundreds of men - human beings like you and me - on that planet. How...How do you cope with it." Aster's look hardened. "You just do," he said. Erikson was taken aback and nearly leapt out of the chair. Aster's accent was gone. "You just do it. You kill. You fight. People die all the time, lad. All you have to do, is accept it." Aster nodded, then got up from the table and went back over to the bar. Now Lundy plopped down in the chair, laughing heartily, clearly pleased with himself. "Having fun, sarge?" "Oh, fuck yes. Kristen 'n me got a room upstairs all to ourselves in a few minutes," Lundy licked his lips and chuckled. "Heh," Erikson grunted. "I see you've been talking to Crazy Aster. What's on yer mind, Idiot?" Erikson sighed audibly. "I wish you wouldn't call me that." "Too bad." Erikson sighed again. "How do you guys cope with killing, and your friends being killed? How do you, personally? How does Pete? How does Alex? Hell, how does the Gunny?" Lundy sighed himself, and shook his head. "Like Aster says - you just do. At least I do. I can't speak for the others, especially the Gunny. But one thing we all know - and one lesson we have all learned over the past two weeks - is that you can trust nobody but yourself, or else you'll end up stabbed in the back. That's what the Gunny always says." "What the fuck is with the platoon and the Gunny? Isn't he supposed to be the guy everyone communicates with? What the hell does he do on liberty?" Lundy sighed once again. "Don't ask too many questions about him, 'cause we either don't know, or he doesn't want you to know. Likely both." Lundy took a long gulp from his beer. "Truth is, nobody knows. The Boss is married to the Corps in every sense of the word but its literal meaning. I've seen him in the Rock a few times - but he does't drink. He doesn't sing. He doesn't even fuck." Lundy took another gulp. "But who cares? Why do you care so much?" "I dunno. I guess...I guess I have a lot on my mind, a lot of guilt." Lundy took another gulp, draining the glass. He offered Erikson his hand. "C'mon. Get up and join the fun! In this line of work, you never give up having fun on liberty, 'cause it might always be your last." Lundy grinned. Erikson smiled in return, and took the hand. ------------------------------------------------------------- The desk was covered with nine empty bottles. A knife was jammed into the the wall. Several syringes - Brakkum Painkillers - were scattered on the floor. Gunnery Sergeant Jack Calahan finished draining the tenth, and last, bottle of beer. He slammed it down on the desk so hard, it shattered to fragments. He merely grunted as the shards cut into his hand. He fumbled for another painkiller syringe, and injected it into his arm, heaving a deep sigh of relief. He looked up at the holophoto in front of him. The man and woman moving about in the frame bore an uncanny resemblance to Calahan. He growled and scowled venomously, slamming a fist into the table. Trembling with rage, he yanked the knife out of the wall and slashed the photo to shreds, until naught remained but the faces. He viciously stabbed the knife into it. HERE ENDS COMPILIATION I: BACKSTAB FIRST PLATOON SHALL RETURN IN COMPILIATION II: TRIAL BY FIRE |
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