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| Wraith | 18 Feb 2009, 08:03 PM Post #16 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XV Verdun "Squad leaders, report in," Ares ordered, sitting down in the street and leaning against a building, panting. "One-One here. Two Kilo, one Whiskey. All other present and accounted for, over," Alex said. "Bodies?" Ares asked. "One recovered, PFC Joel Dezzler, one destroyed, Corporal Tim LeFaye." "...Roger that." "This is One-Two. All present and accounted for, over," Lee reported. "One-Three here. Three Whiskey, all present and accounted for, over," Ben responded. "Roger that. Regroup on my beacon and we'll watch the fireworks." ---------------------------------------------------- "Okay, kids, you won't see a display like this very often, so shut up an' watch," Ares said, melodramatically extending his arm in the direction of the megamarket. Suddenly, a massive roar rippled across the air from behind, followed shortly by the wail ofd a banshee shrieking overhead. Seconds later, the megamarket and surrounding area were covered by a blanket of exploding shells, reducing everything to smoldering, cratered rubble. Many of the men cheered and whooped. "That oughta slow the sons of bitches down!" someone shouted. "Okay, okay, that's it!" Ares barked. "We've got a new position to get to, so form up and move out!" ------------------------------------------------------- Command Center, Fort Morvan "That was a close call, sir. Some units almost got caught in the barrage," Brigadier Wolfe said. "They were given adequate time to evacuate. Now, let's moveon. General Magorian, have the engineers blown fighting positions?" Bearing asked. "Momentarily, sir," Magorian replied. "Good. Did you requisition the digging equipment?" "Yes, sir. We have compiled about two hundred military and civilian-issue driller lances." "Excellent. Priority for lance distribution goes to the frontline units. Any remaining go to the engineers." "I will distribute them accordingly. Sir, engineers have begun blasting positions along Liberty Lane. It is now highlighted on the display." "Perfect. All according to plan." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Liberty Lane "Teams, report in," Captain Washburn ordered. "Echo One here, charges set, over." "Two, reporting. Charges set, over." "Echo Three, ready." "This is Four. Charges are set, over." The sound-off continued until all of the engineer teams reported in. "This is Echo Six. Take cover, boys. This is gonna be big," Washburn said. He ducked inside a nearby building and pressed the detonator. Methodically, the chain of blast charges erupted, sending huge chunks of the road flying into the air, creating a neat trench stretching down the entirety of the road. The explosion was more than deafening. Washburn shook out of his daze and waited several minutes for his ears to stop ringing. Their helmets were supposed to be soundproof. "Whoa...that was bigger than expected. This is Echo Six. Dig teams, finish the job." "Roger that." Men with the smaller, portable versions of the driller lance strapped onto their chests hopped into the trench. The machines whirred to life and began to dig through the tough ferrocrete, until the trench was at the proper dimensions of eight feet by four. All across the city, similar tidal waves of explosions rumbled. ------------------------------------------------------ Liberty Lane "Don't mind the engineers, Marines. They'll be finished with the dugouts soon enough!" Ares bellowed over the din of roaring driller lances, crumbling ferrocrete, and explosions. "Don't wet yer pants, ladies, they're only trenches." Ares dropped down into the trench and beckoned for the men to follow. "Squad leaders, on me!" As the senior sergeants gathered around, Ares picked a spot and peered over the parapet. "Okay," he said, ducking back down and looking at them. "This is our new position. You heard the general - they pay for every inch with their blood. We will hold this line as long as possible, and we'll make it cost them dearly to take it from us. Ben, Alex, follow me. I will position you at the edge of our section of the line, where you will position your squads. Lee, you have the center. Wraith, you're staying with me." "On it, sir." "We're gonna be shooting into the some bloody buildings?" Ben asked, irritated. "Perfect firing positions for them into our cramped little trench. This is a fucking death trap!" "Don't mind the buildings, they won't be there for long. Just remember the last time we were in trenches - get in the damn dugouts when the shells start coming down, then jump out and give 'em hell when it lifts up!" "Alright, Ares. That souldn't be a problem." "Lee, your squad is here. Stand here and form your squad around you. This road," Ares indicated the road facing them, heading back toward their former line, "will likely be on of their primary avenues of attack. You ready for this?" "'Course I am, sir. Have I ever let you down?" Lee replied. "Nope. You're always so fun to fight with," Ares slapped him on the back and continued down the trench, positioning Ben in front of a tall apartment building, and then doubled back to place Alex in a position facing a similar building at the other end of their section. "Okay, Six says they're five minutes out, so get ready to rumble!" The platoon didn't know it yet, but Ares meant that literally. |
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| Wraith | 22 Feb 2009, 12:27 AM Post #17 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XVI Liberty Lane "Okay, Ensign!" the engineer yelled as the whir of his driller lance died down. "We've finished! You've got three dugouts, one fer each squad! Good luck!" "Yeah, thanks. You boys best be gettin' outta here! leave the fighting to the real men!" Ares boasted. "You mean the Army?" the engineer asked, unstrapping his lance. "Hell NO, kid! I mean the Marines!" The engineers chuckled. "Orders just came in from the brass. I'm supposed to leave that there lance for ya. It's in your central dugout, but don't you fucking forget it!" "Don't worry, I won't" "I'll be seeing y'all later," the engineer saluted casually and clambered out of the trench. "Lee!" Ares barked. "Sir?" "I need a runner." "On it, sir. Hey, Allen! Send that new kid over here!" "Sure thing. Kiowa, get over there!" Sergeant Allen ordered. PFC Kiowa jogged over. "You called, sarge?" "I did," Ares said. "You're Y'kthali, right?" Kiowa nodded enthusiastically. "Played batball in high school, sir." "I don;t know what the blazes that is, but good for you! I need a runner. You up for it?" "Yes, sir!" "Good! I like enthusiasm! Now, the engies left us a driller lance down in that dugout there. Our fallback position is in another trench right down the block." Ares pointed over the parapet down the road behind. "I need you to run this back there, put it in a dugout, and run back. Clear?" "I can do that, sir." "Good! Lee, Allen, hand up the lance when he gets out of the trench!" Kiowa climbed over the parapet, and the three men heaved the lance up and over. Kiowa strapped it on and jogged out of sight. "Good kid, Lee. I wish we got more replacements like-" Suddenly, Ares was cut off by a rattle of gunfire. "Here they come!" Calahan's voice boomed. "Everyone, up on the firing step! Get ready!" Several dozen rifles clicked as the men stepped up and aimed over the lip of the trench. "Hold!" Ares ordered. He opened a comm channel. "Yankee Six, this is Delt One-Six! Request fire mission at Grid Coordinates Sierra Delta Two-Five and Sierra Delta Two-Seven! Danger close, over!" "Roger that, Delta One-Six. Yankee Four will assist. Keep yer heads down, over!" "This is Yankee Four-Six! Firing!" "Heads down, we've got incoming!" Ares bellowed, ducking down inside the trench. Moments later, shells screeched overhead, slamming into the two apartment buildings. The structures buckled, then collapsed into heaps of ruins, two huge clouds of smoke and dust sweeping across the ground. "Back up! Back up!" Calahan yelled, stepping back up onto the firing step and taking aim. Apart from the echoes of gunfire and explosions further down the line, the road was completely silent as the Marines squinted into the pouring rain. Slowly but surely, the sillouettes of soldiers began to appear once again. Lee wiped water off his visor. "Second Squad, fire!" Twelve rifles cracked a volley into the advancing men, who dodged and darted between chunks of rubble strewn about the street. To the left, Ben's squad began firing at soldiers clambering over the ruins of one of the destroyed apartment buildings. "Second Squad, fire at will!" The twelve rifles began to crack sporadically, but steadily, pouring fire into the trickle of advancing soldiers. None of them even got a chance to return fire. Eventually, the trickle of individuals ran dry. "Pla-toon, cease fire!" Ares ordered. The cracks tapered off, and the landscape was silent once again. Bodies lay scattered throughout the road and ruins. "Is that it?" Deadhead complained. "Is that all they-" "Quiet!" Calahan snarled. "Listen!" The sound of rumbling engines and squealing treads floated in from a distance. "Tanks!" Lee shouted. "Sergeant Allen, assault team to the front!" "Aye! Raoul, grab yer HAW!" Allen said. Lance Corporal LeGrand unslung the loaded tube and stepped back up onto the step. "Stay frosty, Marines! They've probably got infantry comin', too!" Ares said. The Marines continued to stare forward, the only sounds being the distant rumble of the tanks and guns and the pitter-patter of the pouring rain. "Ahhh..." lee growled. "I can't see shit!" He activated his light amplifier, allowing him to see the road ahead somewhat more clearly. The sillouettes of armor and infantry appeared. "Contact! Activate yer lamps!" Lee shouted. "I got 'em. Two tanks, shitload o' infantry," LeGrand said. He aimed the HAW carefully. "Targeting lead tank." "Fire," Allen ordered. CRACK! FWOOSH! BOOM! A luminous fireball lit up the obscured landscape as the rocket hit its mark. CRACK! FWOOSH! BOOM! To the left, Jason's assault team destroyed another. "This is One-Three! We've got five tanks inc- everyone, get down!" BOOM! "One-Three, come on! You alright? Over," Ares asked. "We-we're good," ben panted. "Jason, use a damn LAW!" CRACK! FWOOSH! CLANG! A screech of metal-on-metal reverberated. "Fuck!" Jason's voice shouted on the comm. "Loaded!" LeGrand yelled. "Fire," Allen ordered. CRACK! FWOOSH! BOOM! The second tank illuminated the street as it exploded and burned. "This is One-One! Armor appearing! Engaging!" "Yankee Four-Six, this is Delta One-Six! Request fire mission at Grid Coordinates Sierra Delta Two-Five through Two-Seven! Danger close! Fire for effect, over!" "Roger that, One-Six. Firing for effect!" "Everyone get down! This is gonna be close!" Ares shouted over the comm. Seconds later, dozens of shells screamed overhead and crashed down only meters away, creating a deadly wall of fire and steel. The remaining enemy tanks and soldiers were caught in a grinder, shredded to bits by a hurricane of high explosive and shrapnel. At last, the barrage lifted. It had only lasted for two minutes. Calahan stood up and stepped back onto the firing step, peering over the lip. Only mud, rubble, and smoldering wrecks covered the ruins and road. "Okay...I think we're good!" Several Marines sighed in relief, and everyone stood up again. "Well," Ares said, brushing dust and mud off his armor. "That was fun." Ben doubled over and began laughing histerically. He slapped Ares on the back. "Fun? Ares, Fourth Maxfrica was fun. This is just kiddie shit!" he laughed. Ares grimmaced, then started chuckling, too. "You know what, Ben? You're right!" Deadhead and Selucis stared at them, looks of bewilderment hidden behind their visors. "What the fuck?" Deadhead muttered. "I was on Fourth Maxfrica, too, and it sure as hell wasn't fun." "Relax, Deadhead," lee said suddenly, appearing behind them. "When you've been in the Corps as long as they have, you'll act the same way." "Huh?" "You'll get it in a couple of years." Ares finally got ahold of himself and stopped laughing. "O-okay, okay. Get back up to watch. They might come again," he chuckled. "Lieutenant!" someone shouted from behind. Ares stepped onto the firing step and looked back. "Kiowa, is that you?" "Yes, sir!" Kiowa replied. He stood up from behind and chunk of rubble and waved. "It's 'Ensign,' you damn fool! Did you get your job done?" "Yes, Ensign!" "Well, then get yer ass over here, on the double!" "Be there in a sec, sir!" Kiowa started sprinting toward them in the middle of the road. BOOM! Ares recoiled in shock as a shell burst only a foot away from Kiowa, blowing him away. He simply stared at the broken body as more shells began to fall around. "Into the dugouts, NOW!" Calahan bellowed. The men immediately fell out and scrambled for the safety of the dugouts. Ares just stood there, continuing to stare. "Ares!" Calahan shouted. Ares didn't move. Shells began bursting even closer to the trench. "Ahhh!" Calahan growled. He yanked his commander down by the collar and dragged him into a dugout. A shell exploded overhead a second later. |
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| Wraith | 28 Feb 2009, 07:40 PM Post #18 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XVII Liberty Lane Muffled, real and man-made, boomed outside the dugout. Ares, Wraith, and Second Squad huddled inside, waiting for the bombardment to finally lift. Ares shook his head. "All my fault, all my fault. He-he was just a kid, you know. Just outta fuckin' high school. And because of me, he's dead at eighteen. Fuckin' waste." "Sir," Calahan said. "It's not your fault." "If I hadn't ordered him out of cover-" "He'd have been exposed in the open, cut off from the trench, and dead anyway." "If I hadn't sent him on that stupid run-" "Sir," Calahan said, more forcefully this time. He pinned Ares's shoulder against the wall. "We've all seen it before, and dealt with it. Deal with this." "But it's my fault this ti-" "Sir," Calahan put more pressure on his shoulder. "Take it from me: It's never your fault unless you pull the trigger. Did you fire the artillery?" Ares paused, then shook his head. "Then it's not your fault." "But-" "No." Calahan released Ares, who banged his head lightly against the wall. "You're right. Look at me, I'm the goddamn platoon commander, and I'm acting like a pitiful wimp," Ares looked up again. "Thanks, Jack." "I have to live with myself every day. With that, pity becomes...disgusting." Ares cocked an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Calahan held up a finger and listened. "You hear that? The bombardment's letting up." --------------------------------------------------- Command Center, Fort Morvan "General Magorian, what air assets to we have?" Bearing asked. "The Fort has only been allocated six gunships. Any other assets are deployed," Magorian said. "Sir, each FIST has an air arm of a fighter squadron, gunship squadron, and transport squadron," Brigadier Wolfe said. "That's still not enough." "Do you still wish to deploy them?" Magorian asked. "No, you idiot! Keep them all under cover. We will release them when needed most. I just hope those infantry boys are ready, because I'd sure hate to get a laser-guided missile up my ass..." ----------------------------------------------------- Liberty Lane "Wait a minute, is that...?" Calahan listened. A roaring boom was approaching. Fast. "Oh, fuck! Everyone out! Out of the dugout! Scatter!" Ares, Calahan, and Second Squad scrambled through the doorway, back into the trench. All along the line, other soldiers and Marines were doing the same. "Out, get out! Scatter!" Calahan bellowed, pushing men up and over the parapet. He looked up into the sky and saw the rebel fighters descending. "Fuck! Go, go!" he bellowed, climbing out himself and sprinting down the street. FWOOSH! Calahan kept running, not looking back. BOOM! The missile exploded directly over their former dugout, sending a huge cloud of dust and ferrocrete billowing into the air as the explosion burrowed through the ground, destroying the dugout and much of the trench. More missiles rained down all along the line. ------------------------------------------------------- "This is Mail Three-Six," the fighter pilot said into his comm. "Ordnance delivered, tangoes in the open, over." "This is Beta Six. Roger that, Mail." "This is Mail Three-Six. Fire mission at Grid Coordinates Green Violet Two-One througgh Green Epsilon Eight-Eight. Tangoes in the open. Fire for effect, over." "Roger that. Firing for effect!" -------------------------------------------------------- Ben heard the ominous whine of incoming shells as he and his squad sprinted down the road. "Incoming! Get out of the open!" he bellowed, moving into the limited cover of the nearby ruins of a building. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The shells rained down all over, indiscriminantly. Nevertheless, the Marines continued their mad dash toward safety. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! "Gah! Fuck!" Deadhead cursed, a piece of shrapnel embedding itself into his armor. He staggered back. "You alright, Deadhead?" Sergeant McKnight asked, grabbing his hand and pulling his forward. "Yeah, yeah. I'm good!" Suddenly, someone shrieked with pain. Deadhead saw someone go down, but all the dust and debris thrown up by the barrage obscured his vision. ------------------------------------------------------------- Lance Corporal McAllister shrieked and fell to the gorund, clutching his leg. "Fuck! Sarge, man down!" Selucis yelled, rushing over. "He's hit bad, Wolf! Gimme a hand!" Sergeant McGraw dashed over, and both men grabbed McAllister by his collar hook, dragging him along. "It fucking hurts, man!" McAllister cried, continuing to scream. "Fuck, we gotta get outta the open!" Wolf grunted. "There! There!" Selucis yelled, pointing at a large pair of durasteel doors popping up out of the ground. Moving over, Selucis drew his sidearm and shot off the lock, then he and Wolf threw open the doors. As soon as they dragged McAllister inside, Wolf slammed the doors shut. With the boom of shells muffled, McAllister's cries filled the cellar. "Ahhhhhhhh! Jesus fucking Christ, make it stop hurting!" "Shut up, John! Outta the way, Selucis!" Wolf barked, shoving Selucis out of the way and kneeling over McAllister. "Jesus..." Wolf muttered, fingering the large, jagged chunk of shrapnel that had buried itself in McAllister's thigh plate. "John. JOHN! Are you bleeding?" "Fuck yeah, I'm bleeding! What the fuck do you think getting hit does?!" "Shut up! I've been doing this shit since you were in fucking kindergarten!" McGraw stood up. "Selucis, keep watch!" Selucis nodded and picked up his rifle. Wolf opened a comm channel. "Delta One-Three, this is Three Alpha. Come in, over." "This is One-Three. Where the fuck are you, Alpha?" Ben replied. "We've got a Whiskey, a bad one. We're in a cellar up the road, over." "Fuckin',...hang on, Alpha." The comm went silent for a few moments, then crackled back to life. "This is Delta Mike Two, over," said Corporal Kindret's voice. "Oh, shit! Mike, we've got a bleeder, shrapnel wound to the leg, over." "How bad is he bleeding?" "We haven't taken off the plate yet, as we don't want to remove the shrapnel. I think it might've cut the femoral artery, over." "...Stand by, Alpha," Kindret said. The comm fell silent again for several seconds. "Alpha, this is One-Three. Activate your beacon, we'll come to you." "Roger that," Wolf replied, reaching up and pressing a button on the backside of his helmet. "Roger that, Alpha, we have your position. Mike is inbound with one in tow. Keep an eye out, over." ------------------------------------------------------- Conk crouched at the corner of what was once a building and took aim. "Clear front. Move.," he muttered. Kindret dashed ahead several meters to a chunk of rubble, stopped, and took aim. "Move up." "Moving." Conk stood up and sprinted forward, past Kindret, then dropped prone several meters ahead. "Clear front. Objective in sight. Move." "Moving." Kindret repeated his dash, passing Conk and crouching next to the cellar doors. "Clear. Move up." "Moving." Conk got to his feet and dashed over, crouching next to the medic. He tapped the doors with his armored gauntlet. BOOM! "Mortars!" Conk yelled. BOOM! BOOM! An instant later, Selucis threw open the doors and beckoned them inside. They slammed the doors shut just as the barrage intensified. |
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| Wraith | 7 Mar 2009, 06:14 PM Post #19 |
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CHAPTER XVIII Sovereignty Avenue "What's goin' on, Ape? Where're Joe and Conk goin'?" Lance Corporal McAllen asked, watching Conk and Kindret climb out of the trench. "I 'unno exac'ly, but I 'eard Doc Kindret talkin' on the comm, ;bout someone bleedin'," Ape responded. "Did someone get hit?" "Looks like, lad." "Oi! Shuddup and don't worry about it! Just keep watch, they'll likely be comin' around any minute now!" Lee barked. Shew...BOOM! BOOM! McAllen and Dean ducked down below the lip as shells hit the ground ahead. "Don't worry, kids, they're only mortars," Lee said, standing calmly. Shew...BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! A mortar exploded only feet away from where Lee stood, causing him to flinch slightly. "Meh, they're getting closer. Into the dugouts, mates!" A moment later, Calahan's voice was heard. "Into the dugouts! Into the dugouts!" The platoon retreated underground. ------------------------------------------------------ "Okay, lemme look at him," Kindret said, crouching over McAllister. "Shit, that's in deep." The medic shrugged off the pack on his back and sifted through it, retrieving a small set of armor cutters. "Hang on, boy, this'll hurt." Kindret dug the cutters into the armor next to the wound and began to carefully cut around it. As McAllister shrieked in pain, Conk and Selucis kept watch by the doors. "Where the fuck'd you get off to, Conk?" Selucis asked. "Hey, man, I was runnin' for my life, through a fuckin' barrage, same as you. I got separated." "Conk, you can't get separated from your team, in case something like this happens. It coulda been you on the floor here, bleedin' yer guts out." "Yeah, yeah, I get it." "No, you don't. On Maxfrica, if you got separated, you got fucked up. And those Maxfricans really fuck you up." "Shit, this doesn't look good at all," Corporal Kindret cursed. The thigh plate was completely removed apart from a tiny ring around the shrapnel itself. "That definitely cut the artery, so he's probably bleeding internally as well as out." There was a large pool of blood around McAllisters leg, continuing to grow. "I'll have to clamp the artery before I patch him up." "Need my help?" Wolf asked. "Yes. I'm going to remove the shrapnel, and I need you to put pressure on the wound." "Got it." Kindret leaned over. "I suggest you put on your helmet," he whispered, clamping on his own. Wolf followed suit. "Wait, why are you...ahhh..." McAllister sighed. Kindret put away the Sorephine pressure syringe. "One...two...three!" Kindret yanked out the chunk of metal, causing a jet of blood to spray out immediately, coating his visor. Wolf pressed down upon it with both hands. "What the fuck was that?! Fuck! FUCK!" McAllister screamed, panicking. "Shut up, John!" Wolf said. "Jesus Christ," Kindret muttered, wiping blood from his visor. "I hate arterial spray." "Come on, Joe!" "Okay," Kindret said, grabbing a pair of tweezers. "I'm gonna probe it for the artery. Wolf, keep pressure on it when I go in, around my hands. And Lance Corporal, shut up." Wolf nodded. McAllister moaned. "Move your hands on three. One...two...three!" Wolf moved his hands, causing another het of blood to spray out before Kindret's hand went it. "Jesus. Wolf, keep it open for me! Hands on the sides!" "I got it!" Kindret dug in deeper, carefully probing the flesh for the artery. McAllister snapped out of his dreamy state and stared at them, wide-eyes. "GAH! What the-what the fuck are you-? Uuuugh..." Mcallister fainted. "Thank God, that makes my job much easier," Kindret said. "Ungh...I got it! I got it!" Kindret grunted and pulled out the severed end of the artery, clamped by his tweezers. "I need a third man!" "Selucis, get over here!" Selucis rushed over. "Yes, sarge?" "Corporal, keep pressure on the wound. Wolf, I need you to hold this while I tie it off. One...two...three!" The three men shifted their hands, Kindret fumbling with the small blood vessel. "Hang on, hang on!" Kindret shouted, biting down on his lower lip. "Almost got it." "Joe, it's tearing," Wolf grunted. "It's tearing!" "Almost...got it! Let it go!" The artery zipped back up into McAllister's leg as it was released. Kindret breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew," he said, taking off his helmet to wipe his brow. He grabbed a Platelepatch. "That should keep him stabilized until we can get him to an aid-" "Joe. Joe! It tore, it tore," Wolf muttered. Kindret froze for a moment, then stood up and furiously kicked his helmet across the room. "SON OF A BITCH!" he swore, pounding his fist against the wall. "We can't try again?" Selucis asked. "No, you dumbass! The artery'll retreat into the pelvis. There's no way to retrieve it now without proper surgical equipment!" "So he'll just bleed to death?" Wolf asked. Kindret sighed. "Yes. The best I can do is patch up the wound and put a tourniquete on his leg." "Well, do it, then." Kindret sigh again and knelt back down, grabbing a heavy-duty rubber cord from his pack. "I don't think he's going to make it," he said somberly, wrapping the cord tightly around McAllister's upper leg, near the groin. "If the artery's too far up into the pelvis, the tourniquete will have no effect." Kindret slapped a Patch onto the wound, finally staunching the blood loss. "You tried your best, kid." Kindret sat back against the wall. "It wasn't enough," he sighed. "Gimme a pressyringe, I don't want the Sorephine to wear off." |
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| Wraith | 9 Mar 2009, 07:43 PM Post #20 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XIX Sovereignty Avenue "Delta One, this is Delta Mike Two. Come in, over," Kindret said on the comm. "This is Delta One-Five, over," Calahan's voice responded. "I don't think the Whiskey's going to make it, over." "That'll make the men less drunk, then." "What did you-" "I'll patch you through to One-Six." The comm went silent for a few seconds, Kindret cursing the platoon sergeant under his breath. "This is One-Six. Go ahead Mike, over," Ares's voice said. "This is Mike. I don't think the Whiskey is going to make it, over." "I'm sorry to hear that, Mike. Is there anything else you can do? Over," Ares replied, rather flatly. "I've put a touriquete on his leg and given him a heavy dose, but I don't think it'll be enough, over." Ares paused for several seconds. "Once the Whiskey expires, retrieve and retreat, over." "Sir! How can you be so-" "Use proper procedure, Mike. Acknowledge, over." Kindret sighed. "...Understood, sir." "Good. One-Six out." Kindret turned to Wolf and his team. "Ares says to retrieve the body and return to the line once he expires, sergeant." Conk took off his helmet and threw it across the room. "God damn him!" Wolf immediately shoved him against a wall, pressing his face inches from Conk's. "You belay that shit right now. Never, ever talk about a superior officer like that again. Am I clear?!" he growled. Conk nodded weakly. "Don't worry, boy," Wolf said, releasing him. "We'll kill every son of a bitch rebel we see. We'll pay 'em back!" ---------------------------------------------------------------- "Sir, the bombardment's letting up," Calahan said. "Everyone to the firing step! They might be comin' again!" Ares ordered. The platoon rushed out of the dugouts and took up their positions. SPoradic mortars exploded occasionally, but otherwise the front was quiet. Calahan listened intently. "Boss, you sure they're-" Private Isis started. "Shhhh!" Calahan cut him off, raising his hand. He squinted and wiped the rain from his visor. "Gunships! Get ready!" "You sure, Wraith?" Alex asked. "Positive," Calahan grunted. "Assault teams, ready the LAWs! We improvise!" Lace Corporal Shert pulled out the LAW and scanned the horizon. He could barely see through the downpour. "I see 'em," said Corporal Tiduos on the comm. "Three, repeat, three bandits inbound, fast." "Hold fire," said Alex. "Wait for them to hover." The roar gradually grew lourder. Finally, the trio of gunships flew into view, piercing through the sheets of rain as if punching through an old vid-screen. "I've got a shot," Tiduos said. "No, wa-" CRACK! BOOM! An explosion tore off one of the choppers' hoverjets, sending it spiraling out of control. The motors whined and the pilot struggled with the controls, but it inevitably crashed into one of the few intact buildings, lighting up the dark day with a luminous fireball. "Damn that Katanese son of a bitch!" Alex swore. "Hold fire!" The remaining two choppers flared and swung around, then began to hover over the trench line, arming their missiles. "Fire!" Alex ordered. Two resounding cracks pierced the roaring din as Lance Corporals Shert and LeGrand fired the LAWs. Shert's rocket smashed straight through the cockpit of one, sending it crashing to the ground in a large explosion. LeGrand grazed the last gunship, the rocket slamming into the armored side of the chopper. Alex braced for a fiery death, but none came. The chopper, smoke beginning to billow from the hole in its side, roared off back toward the rebel lines. "Fuck yes! We did it!" someone shouted. "Helluva shot, Tiduos! Hell of a shot!" Jason cheered on the comm. "Watch it! Armor incoming! Armor incoming!" Ben barked. Sure enough, several light and heavy armored vehicles rolled through the rain. Alex could barely make out the sihllouettes of infantry trailing behind them. "HAWs at the ready!" Calahan bellowed. "Fire at will!" Jason immediately unlsung a HAW and fired the rocket. It pierced the tank's armor in the weak gap between the frontal glacis plate and the turret, destroying it outright. BOOM! BOOM! Heavy tank shells and lighter autocannon rounds whizzed and zipped overhead, some exploding just in front of the trench, showering the men with mud and ferrocrete dust. "Reload LAWs! Fire!" Sergeant Allen shouted. Corporal Bladon and Lance Corporal LeGrand fired their rocket tubes in unision, destroying another tank and an APC. Down the line, more and more cracks reverberated, many followed by explosions and bright fireballs. Sergeant Bradley grabbed a rocket tube and fired a hasty, lucky shot, crippling the last APC. The men began to fire volleys from their rifles and the rebel infantry advanced around and ahead of the smoldering wrecks. "There's too many, dammit!" Private Isis shouted, panic in his voice. Alex realized he was right. At least a hundred rebels were within ten meters of the trench, and closing fast on the thrity-two remaining men of the platoon. |
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| Wraith | 10 Mar 2009, 07:27 PM Post #21 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XX Sovereignty Avenue Several dozen Secessionist troopers leapt into the trench with the Marines. Instantly, Alex smashed one in the face with the butt of his rifle, sending the man backwards into a large puddle of mud. Another enemy trooper raised his rifle and aimed at the squad leader, but was dropped by a single shot from Sergeant Sanol. Aster fired the final shot of his clip into a charging soldier, then turned his attention to the enemy troops chaotically clashing around him. Drawing his knife, and grabbed one man by the back of the head, smashed it into the wall of the trench, then finished him off with a thrust to the chest. He caught a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye, and slashed to the side in a wide arc. A rebel soldier cried out and fell backwards, a deep gash in his torso. Sergeant Sanol and his team held their own, concentrating in the center of the trench, back-to-back, and firing their weapons at any enemy troops in sight. Sanol dropped a man about to kill Staff Sergeant Synair, who turned, gave him a simple nod, and threw himself back into the fray. Further down the line, a group of rebels had overwhelmed Private Rook, clubbing him repeatedly as he lay on the ground. Catching sight of them, Ape fought his way through them, clubbing with his pistol and slashing with his knife. His rifle had been dropped somewhere in the mud and lost. "You alright, Rookie?" he asked, grabbing the Marine's hand and hauling him to his feet. "I-I..think. Thank Christ for this armor," he said, shaking his head. "Get back in the fight, lad," Ape said, turning to punch a charging soldier in the punch. The man dropped to the ground, and Ape finished him with a boot to the face. Close quarters combat - especially in the confined area of a narrow trench - is a chaotic action. Fire teams and squads were separated, fighting for their lives with other members of the platoon, even some from different squads. Sergeant Allen, "Hound" Cole, and Lance Corporal LeGrand were forced back to the entrance of a dugout, desperately fending off repeated club attacks and bayonet thrusts with their rifles. "Don't let 'em trap us inside! Those are death traps for grenades!" Allen shouted. "I'm trying!" LeGrand grunted. A soldier had forced his up against the wall, attempting to choke him with his own rifle. With a growl and yell of anger, LeGrand shoved him away, allowing Hound to cut him down with a trio of shots. In Third Squad's area of the line, Ben and Lee ended up fighting off mobs of the still-advancing enemy together. Third Squad was the weakest part of the line, with an entire fire team separated and ahead of the frontline. "Still like city fighting, Steven?" Ben asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Lee grunted, shoved a man against the wall of the trench, and smashed his face in with his rifle butt. "Yeah, you bastard, I do!" A rebel soldier came out of nowhere and thrust his bayonet through Lee's thigh. He grunted and punched the man with his armored fist, causing him to stagger back and retract the baynet. Drawing his pistol, Lee shot him between the eyes. "But I fucking hate bayonets. And I really fucking hate the rain," he shouted. Lee laughed in agreement. Jason was out of HAW rockets. The tube now useless, Jason used it as an improvised club once his rifle had been battered into submission, breaking bones even with its light, composite plastic material. Private Barrett, while relatively new to the platoon, proved to be a monster with a combat knife. But no Marine could compare to Calahan, a demon in close quarters combat. Drawing his pair of matching knives, recently fitted with brass knuckles on the hilts, Calahan cut down all comers, a ring of bodies around him. But they still came. Double-teamed this time, Calahan delivered a mighty kick to the face of one, sending him reeling, blood spurting from his shattered nose. The second man smashed Calahan over the head with a rifle butt, causing him to flinch slight from the blow. But the helmet proved hardy, and Calahan quickly spun around and delivered a devastating punch to the man's exposed face with the hilt of his knife. Ten feet away, Deadhead later swore he heard the bones of the man's face crack from the blow. Calahan roared in delighted fury, bathing in the bloodbath around him. "Want some more?! Come and get me, you bastards!" he snarled. An entire squad assembled around him, all charging. Calahan simply slashed around with both knives in a wide arc, sending the first few men stumbling back, crying in pain, with deep slash wounds. He turned to deal with the first group, slashing the first man across the face with both knives, then plunging one knive into a second's chest, and finally killing the last with a thurst through the throat. He spun around to deal with the other group, one knife flying from his hands as he did to bury itself in the lead man's chest. As the man stopped and looked down at the protruding hilt, gasping in shock, Calahan drew a .45 from his hip holster and shot him and one of his companions between the eyes. The last two men managed to reach him, stabbing with bayonets. One struck the thick chest armor and bent under pressure, the second stabbed through the weaker side armor and penetrated his hip. Calahan grunted, then clubbed one of the men over the head with his pistol butt, sending him staggering back. To the second man, Calahan slashed him across the face three times with his downturned knife before finally grabbing the shocked and dazed man by the head and snapping his neck. He casually walked over to the last man and smashed his throat in with the hilt, watching him slowly gurgle and gasp for air with a fire in his eyes. When the man had finally expired, Calahan strode over and plucked his second knife out of a soldier's chest. Ares raised his arm into the air. "Pla-toon, regroup! Squad leaders, sound off!" he bellowed. "One, okay!" Alex bellowed, unhurt. Lee limped over and sat down on the firing step. "Two...okay, minor wounds," he gasped, clutching his hip. "Three, okay!" Ben shouted, taking potshots at the few rebel troops fleeing back across No Man's Land. Down at the end of the trench, Sergeant McKnight and his fire team checked each of the bodies strewn about the trench. As Private Ballard kicked a body, a figure suddenly staggered into view from a dugout entrance. "Freeze!" Izzy shouted, startled. He aimed at the figure and almost squeezed the trigger instinctively. The man raised his hands immediately. "I surrender! I surrender!" he cried. "I've got a live one!" Izzy shouted. Deadhead and McKnight appeared, carefully stepping between the clustered dead. McKnight trained his own rifle on the man. "Corporal, secure the prisoner!" McKnight ordered. "Aye!" Deadhead, rifle also raised and aimed, cautiously walked toward the man. Lowering his weapon as he neared, he made a move to knock the man to the gorund and secure his hands. As he did, the man's hand twitched, and a small, old-style revolver appeared in his fingers. He managed to fire a single shot into Deadhead's chest before he was riddled with a dozen rounds from Izzy and McKnight. "Medic!" McKnight bellowed, rushing over and crouching next to Deadhead's protrate form. He was still alive, but badly wounded. Moments later, Corporal Goldstein and Gunny Calahan appeared. The medic immediately went to work on the fallen Marine. "Sergeant, what happened?" Calahan asked. "Bastard had a concealed weapon up his sleeve, attached to his finger by a small strand of twine. When Corporal Lashio approached to secure him, he retrieved it with a simple flick of his finger and was able to get a shot off on the Corporal before we terminated him, Boss." "Get Corporal Lashio to an aid station, immediately," Calahan ordered, his voice icier than usual. "Yes, Boss!" McKnight replied. He, Izzy, and Goldstein carried Deadhead off down the trench. Calahan walked over to the fallen, trecherous rebel soldier, kicking the body. A soft moan barely escaped the man's lips. Calahan smirked triumphantly. "You and I, sir, have a great deal of things to talk about." |
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| Wraith | 14 Mar 2009, 06:20 PM Post #22 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXI Sovereignty Avenue The relentless thump of falling mortars and artillery shells rumbled overhead as the bombardment resumed once again. Sergeant McGraw's fire team had been untouched by the recent assault, but had heard the trump of foot soldiers and growl of engines as the enemy forces had passed only feet away from where McAllister lay dying. McAllister had woken up from his unconciousness, but was still in a dreamy, dazed state from the heavy dose of Sorephine. "Did-didja giddit?" he slurred, softly. Selucis closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, expression hidden behind his visor. Wolf grimaced and patted McAllister on the shoulder. "Yeah, we got it, son." "Liar," McAllister groaned. Wolf put a hand to his forehead. "You'll be alright, John. It'll all be alright." "You-you're gonna levme here, arncha?" "No, no! Corporal Kindret would ne-" "You're gonna levme here ta die!" "Settle down, Marine! You know we don't leave our own behind, living or dead!" Wolf barked. "I-I..." "Everything's gonna be okay." --------------------------------------------------------- Liberty Lane, Coalition Positions "We gonna go out again?" the trooper asked. "No, the last thrust was too costly, and that was a large-scale mechanized assault," said the officer, putting his magnoculars to his eyes and scanning the battered, desolated landscape. "We came close, though," said the sergeant, sitting nearby and wiping blood off his rifle. The soldier looked down on him, rolling his eyes. "I saw a few go down, sure, but they weren't about to break anytime soon." "Well, you need to look bet-" "What the hell is that?" the officer suddenly cut in, squinting through the magnoculars. "There's something on that broadcast tower, right up the center of road." The sergeant got up and peered out through the rain. "I can't see shit in this. You mean that plaza a couple streets up?" "Yeah, but I can't tell what it is. Let's zoom in some more," the officer fiddled with the magnoculars for a moment, then put them back up to his eyes. "It's-it's a body. It's a fucking body!" "What?" the trooper asked, alarmed. "What the fuck's a body doin' hanging from a tower? It didn't get there on its own. Think it's a spy?" "No..." the officer trailed off. "I see some insignia on the sleeve of its shirt.. But...I think there's something on its chest. Words." "What the fuck?" "My God." The body of a Coalition soldier, hanging from the Paragon Plaza broadcast tower, was lashed and desecrated by the howling wind and rain. Its tunic was torn open, and there were words carved into its chest, by a knife, blood streaming down its front. They read: "I shot a Marine after I surrendered." ------------------------------------------------------------------- Sovereignty Avenue As evening approached, the barrage reduced to mere soradic mortar fire, allowing the platoon to creep out of its dugouts. Ares moved down the line, meeting with his squad leaders to delegate night watch shifts. "...And Mannerheim and Isis'll take the last shift, just before daybreak," Alex finished. "Good. That finishes that up. Alx, expect Wolf and his men to be re-entering the line soon. It's been almost six hours." "Yes, sir. I'll advise the pickets of their eventual approach." Ares nodded, and started to walk away. He suddenly stoped and turned back. "And Alex, have you seen Wraith?" "Not since the last attack." "Damn. I haven't seen him ei-" "I hear you're looking for me, sir," Calahan said, suddenly appearing behind Ares and causing him to jump. "Jesus fucking Christ, Wraith! I said not to do that any more!" Ares shouted, clutching his chest. "Sorry, sir." "Where the fuck have you been?" "I had some business to take care of, sir." "What kind of business?" "Intelligence gathering, sir. I mapped an ideal route for Three Alpha to return to the line on my HUD." "Okay, give it to me, and I'll forward it to Wolf. Also, you're supervising second night watch shift." "Understood, sir." ------------------------------------------------------------ Calahan stumbled through the mud down into the dugout and slumped against the wall in the corner. Activating his helmet lamp, he reached into his pack and retrieved a pad and pencil. As he began writing on the pad, Gunnery Sergeant Corrion suddenly appeared in the dugout entrance. "Hello, Jack," he said. Calahan looked up. "Hello, Tom," he said, turning back to his pad. "I understand you've been missing for a couple of hours. Where've you been?" Corrion asked, an icy tone in his voice. "Intelligence gathering. I took a look at No Man's Land," Calahan replied, emotionlessly. "A few men in the company said they saw something back in the plaza." Calahan looked back up. "Yeah, a few buildings, a few ruins, a few-" -Bodies with words carved into their chests?" Corrion cut him off. Calahan sighed. "Oh yeah, that one," he said, cold sarcasm in his voice. "I saw it, too." He turned back to his pad. "Damn it, Jack! You said you'd stop pulling this shit!" "What shit? Only shit I see is dangling from a pole back in the plaza." "If anyone else finds out, they can charge you with war crimes." "Finds what out? That I killed a few people? That's my job, Tom." "It's not your job to fucking mutilate people!" Calahan sighed again, and once again looked up from his pad. "Once. No, three. Just those three Maxfricans almost twenty years ago. That was the only time I lost it, and you know damn well why!" "If it's been twenty years, then why do they still tell stories to their children at night, as if it's current?! You have got to stop yourself, Jack!" Calahan once again turned back to his pad. "I fight how I fight, and you fight how you fight. I've talked to you about this countless times, and you said you understand. Do you?" Corrion sighed deeply. "Damn it, I want to talk to you when we get back home. You hear?" "Loud and clear, Tom." Corrion left the dugout. Calahan continued to sketch on the pad. --------------------------------------------------------- Night had finally fallen, and Ares paced back and forth down his section of the trench. He checked the time again. Almost the end of first shift. He keyed into his short-range commlink. "Time's almost up, kids. Prepare to be relieved." "Delta One-Six, this is Mike Two," Corporal Kindret suddenly cut in. "Go ahead, Mike Two." "...McAllister didn't make it." |
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| Wraith | 20 Mar 2009, 07:17 PM Post #23 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXII Command Center, Fort Morvan Sir, I've recieved multiple requests for anti-air defenses. As soon as they figure out the front is defenseless, they can just demolish us by continued bomber sorties," Brigadier Wolfe said. "Granted. Distribute three-quarters of our SAM supply to both frontline and reserve units. Frontline has priority," Bearing replied. "Aye, sir," General Magorian said, directing his aides to carry out the orders. "In addition, sir, several units have been heavily battered over the last few days, my FIST especially. One of my companies is already down a quarter strength," Wolfe added. "What are you suggesting, Brigadier?" "I suggest we rotate bloodied units either out of or to quieter parts of the line, and replace them with reserve units." "Very well. Have the replacements briefed on the situation by the unit they are replacing." "Aye, sir." "Sir..." Magorian said, studying a slip of paper. "What now, General?" "I just recieved an encoded message from one of our infiltrator units." "And?" "It says a major attack is imminent. Major air wings and armored columns are moving. Destination unknown." "Alert commanders of reserve units. Hold position until we know the target." "Yes, sir." ---------------------------------------------------------- Sovereignty Avenue Wolf and his men arrived near the end of second watch shift. Ares immediately ordered Selucis and Conk to remove McAllister's body to the rear. Wolf sat down on the firestep and leaned back against the wall. "You alright, Wolf?" Ares asked, sitting down next to him. "Yeah...yeah, I'm fine. It's been a while since I've lost a wounded man." "You and Dox Kindret did the best you could." "It still wasn't enough." "Hey, you've been around long enough to accept what happens." "...Yeah." "I'm counting on you," Ares said, patting Wolf on the shoulder. He stood up to leave. "I know." As Ares walked off, Calahan approached. "Aw, not you." "Me," Calahan grunted. "I don't need another lecture from you." "I'm not here to lecture. I'm here to look at a Marine who's losing it." "Losing what?" "What made you a good Marine." "Look, Wraith, I watched a comrade die slowly over the course of six hours!" "You have before. So have I. This is no different. Man up, boy." Without another word, Calahan walked off to continue his rounds. Wolf muttered curses to himself as he watch Calahan leave. "Yeah, you've seen Maxfricans die slowly." ---------------------------------------------------------- On his way back to his dugout, Ares almost literally bumped into Captain Ryan. "Shit!" Ryan cursed. "Hard to see in blackout. Who's that?" "It's Ares, sir." "Oh, good! I was just looking for you! Orders just came in from Uniform - the company's being rotated off the line." "That's...good news?" "Platoon commanders will be scoping our new positions tomorrow. Platoon sergeants will brief our relief." "Okay. Where're we going?" "Unspecified, but we'll know tomorrow. Go get some sleep, Kurt." "Sure thing, sir." ---------------------------------------------------------- As dawn neared, Captain Ryan and the platoon commanders left to inspect the positions, and the relief units began to arrive soon after. A platoon from the 21st Infantry Division was to relief First platoon. "Ensign von Morrendorf, 21st Infantry," the officer in charge said, saluting from the lip of the trench. "Gunnery Sergeant Calahan, 94th FIST. I suggest you get your men down here before the snipers can see." Morrendorf and his men jumped down into the trench and spread out. "Where is your platoon commander, Gunnery Sergeant? I expected to be greeted by an officer." "Am I below your status, sir?" Calahan said, flatly. "No, I merely hoped for common courtesy." "You'll find little courtesy anywhere at the front. Ensign Glystern left twenty minutes ago to inspect our new positions. I am instructed to brief you on fighting at the front." "No worries, Gunnery Sergeant, I know how to fight." Morrendorf was putting "I need no lecture from you" in a nicer, more subtle tone. Velunese aristocrat, probably bought his rank, Calahan thought. "Sir, with all due repect, do you see these stripes?" Calahan asked, pointing to his right sleeve. "...Yes," Morrendorf muttered. "These mean I have over twenty years of experience. Sir, how many stripes do you have?" "...One." "Indeed. Sir, have you ever fought tooth and nail against a fanatical enemy for every pile of rocks in a sea of ruins? Have you ever been part of a deep recon patrol, cut off for days behind enemy lines, forced to eat native flora and fauna and drink your own piss? Have you ever been under the guns of an orbital bombardment?" "Liar. Orbital bombardments are illegal." "That doesn't deter some people, especially when you ask for it." Calahan moved up onto the firing step and peered back out over the desolate landscape. "You'll want to keep yer head as low as possible. Damn snipers are always watchin'." Zing! CRACK! Calahan ducked his head down against. "See? Any minute now, the mortars'll start coming down again. It almost never lets up, like the rain." "I assume that's what the dugouts are for." "The dugouts are for when it gets to close or too bad. Now, assaults: armor and infantry are the most common, easy to counter with small arms and/or AV rockets. As for gunships, they're not too common. I heard SAMs are comin' up soon, for both gunships and jets. If jets come, and yer outta SAMs, get the fuck away. "Now, night attacks. You need sentries up at all imes, we've had a lot of raids across No Man's Land, and vice versa. Lastly, your driller lance. We left it in one o' the dugouts for you. Use it to dig more dugouts, or some communications trenches down the roads to the second line, if you're up for it. Other than that, just keep your head cool, dugout dry, and guard up. That's all I need to tell you." Morrendorf nodded. "We can handle it." "Marine can. I hope you do- soldiers can, too." Calahan stood up and began to walk away. "Oh, one more thing," he said, stopping. "Either sleep in yer armor on, or don't put food in yer pockets. We've been starting to see some big fuckin' rats lately." Morrendorf chuckled. "I think we have worse things to worry about than rats." "I'm serious. They'll chew through your damn pants to get at any food in your pockets." Morrendorf nodded again. "Okay, you're set," Calahan said, nodding himself. "First Herd, form up! We're outta this shithole!" |
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| Wraith | 22 Mar 2009, 10:29 AM Post #24 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXIII Sovereignty Avenue "Okay, now that it's finally dark, it should be a lot easier to get into position without getting fucked up by arty," said Ares, peering out into the night. "Just stay low and keep moving, and if I say 'DOWN,' get the fuck down." The platoon nodded. "If they start shelling just fuck it and run. I'll lead." "Roger." Ares dropped prone and crawled out the door of the building. This new part of the line was relatively intact, with every building in the immediate vicinity almost undamaged. Nevertheless, the roads were still somewhat cratered and hard to navigate. He gradually crawled forward to the next pile of rubble and waited, looking out at the enemy line for a few moments. In he distance, he could hear the relentless thunder of guns and mortars. A machine gun ripped nearby. Dropping his head flat again, Ares moved on. As Ares neared the trench, he heard a soft pop! in the distance, followed by a fizzle. "DOWN!" he whispered into the comm. With another, louder, pop! the flare burst, sending bright white light cascading over the sreets. Ares dug his helmet into the ground. A machine gun just ahead ripped, its muzzle flash appearing in the distance. A few rounds zinged over the Marines' heads, but the gun was firing randomly. The flare faded back into darkness as it neared the ground. "Move," Ares whispered. Reaching the lip of the trench, Ares rolled over and dropped down inside, slamming into the ground. His men began to follow his lead, rolling over the lip. "Take up positions," Ares ordered, quietly. The men who had arrived quickly moved up onto the firing step and kept watch. Finally, Alex rolled into the trench. "Lee isn't far behind me," he said, wiping mud off his visor. "His squad should start comin' in-" Two Marines rolled into the trench, knocking Alex back over on his face. "Aw, fuck you!" he whispered. he stood up and wiped the mud from his visor again. "About now, sir." Suddenly, another flare went up. "DOWN!" Ares whispered into the comm. The machine gun started up again, but still no damage was done. As soon as the flare faded out, the men in the open began moving again. As Ben's squad began to arrive, yet another flare went up. This time, the machine gun was silent. "That isn't a good sign..." Ares said. Mortar shells began to screech through the air. "FUCK! UP AND MOVE! UP AND MOVE!" The remaining dozen Marines leapt to their feet and began to sprint towards cover. The machine gun started up again, this time concentrating fire on their sihllouettes. A loud slap sounded, and someone went down. "Fuckin' A'!" Sergeant McKnight's voice cursed. He grabbed the fallen Marine and, amazingly, moved even faster than before. The mortar fire began to concentrate on the street. Ares heard the even heavier and shriller screech of artillery shells overhead. "Into the dugouts! Into the dugouts!" McKnight, the wounded Marine, and Ben were the last ones into the trench. "Connors is hit!" Ben shouted. "Get in the dugouts!" "Going!" The platoon retreated into the dugouts to wait out the storm. They had made it into their position - relatively - safely. "Fuck this shit," Alex muttered to Ares. "We seriously need some communications trenches." |
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| Wraith | 30 Mar 2009, 05:39 PM Post #25 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXIV Near Sovereignty Avenue "Okay, Corporal," Ares said, checking the datapad. "You're a big, strong Marine, aren't you?" "Sir, permission to speak freely," Selucis said. "Granted." "You're a fucking gorilla, sir." "Ah ah," Ares said, wagging a finger. "A lazy fucking gorilla. Now grab the SAMs and hump it, Selucis." Selucis groaned, but bent over and began to gather up the SAMs and launchers. Ares signed the datapad and handed it back to the quartermaster sergeant. "Six rockets? That's it?" "Our supply will be spread thin. Division command believes six per platoon is more than sufficient, sir," the sergeant replied. Ares sighed. "Alright, but my assault team leaders won't be happy. We're done, get going." "Happy to help, Ensign." "I fucking hate quarters," Ares said when the sergeant was out of earshot. "Stuck-up pogue pricks." Selucis grunted deeply. "Oh, come on. It's not that heavy." "Yes it is," Selucis gasped. "Oh, shut up." ---------------------------------------------------------- Command Center, Fort Morvan "General Bearing, sir!" the courier shouted, running into the room. "What is it, soldiers?" Bearing asked half-heartedly, studying datapads. "General Magorian sent me to give you a message. We just got new intel from our infiltrator teams." Bearing looked up abruptly and raised his eyebrows. "What is it?" "Armor and air assets are massing at Grid Romeo Delta. General Magorian believes attack is imminent." "Damn, the left flank! I just transferred the bloodied units there. It's supposed to be quiet!" The room was silent, staring at Bearing and waiting for orders. "Runners! Get me Wolfe and Garrick! I need the 82nd Division massed on the left ASAP!" ------------------------------------------------------- Sovereignty Avenue "Assault teams, on me! Come and get it!" Ares shouted, dropping into the trench. Selucis dropped the tubes and rockets onto the ground in a heap, gasping heavily. "Hey hey hey, you dumb shit!" Jason shouted, quickly gathering up the rockets. "You'll fuck up the rockets with the mud! Damn, damn, damn!" "Whoa, who dropped the SAMs in the mud?!" Sergeant Allen asked, approaching. "Give 'im a break, boys. He lugged those quite a ways," Ares said. "Divvy 'em up. One launcher, two rockets per team." "Just two?" Sergeant Bradley asked. "Thank God for just two," Jason said. "Between the two HAWs and four LAWs we got last supply run, and now this, I'm grateful for just two." "I'm just sayin', the damn rebel zoomies 'll probably pop flares for the first rocket." "Ah, fuck it. Tiduos, you get the SAM." "That is because I'm such a good shot, no?" "No, I want you to carry the most because I hate you," Jason said, changing to his sarcastic voice. "Raoul, you're my SAM guy," said Allen. "But Mike, I'm a better shot," Corporal Bladon complained. "SAMs are heat-seeking, dumbass. That's why you get the HAW." "Oh." "Are you fellas done bitching?" Ares cut in. "It's not like we're in a war zone or anything." ------------------------------------------------------ "Son of a bitch," Captain Ryan muttered. "Is this accurate?" "Yes, sir," said the runner. "Right from Force Recon, I hear." "Damn. Damn, damn, damn," Ryan crumpled the slip of paper in his hand. "Uh, sir? I still need-" "Oh, sorry," Ryan apologized, handing it back. "Get a move on, kid. I have work to do." The runner nodded and left, in a hurry." Ryan turned to the "bunks" carved into the sides of the dugout. "Cow!" First Sergeant Maxwell moaned from his nearby "bunk." "Get up," Ryan said, kicking him hard in the thigh. "Ow, fuck! I'm up! I'm up!" "Go get the platoon leaders." "But-" "I don't care if you're hung over. Why the fuck are you drinking in a war zone anyway?" ---------------------------------------------------- "Two full companies?" Ensign Deladrier, commander of Third Platoon, asked. "Yes. Mechanized companies. Ares, you have the key position. They'll concetrate on you." "Fuck." "Same thoughts here. You better get goin." "Yeah. Figures, though, that they hit my platoon the day after we get rotated to a quiet sector. Why is MY platoon always at the front, or the first to get hit, or in a key goddamn positions?" "Because everyone loves you, Ares," Cow joked, snickering. "Shut up. It's shit like that makes me understand why Alex despises you." "Give him my regards." "Fuck that. I want him to shoot rebels, not you." OOC: Yeah, I was frustrated with downloading a mod last weekend, so late update here
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| Wraith | 6 Apr 2009, 03:32 PM Post #26 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXV Sovereignty Avenue "Okay, tactical plan," Ares tapped the side of his helmet twice and blinked. The holoprojector mounted on his helmet displayed a small holomap of the area on the ground. "We've got a full mechanized company expected to hit us alone." "Shit," Lee muttered. "I thought of it in stronger words, Lee, but yes, it's gonna be bad. We need to use every rocket to the fullest, so we need to hit them hard on the flanks." Ares circled the apartment buildings lining the road with his fingers, causing bright green circles to surround them on the map. "Ben, Lee, you have to move your squads into these buildings." "When, sir?" Ben asked. "Once this briefing is over." "But the art-" "Suck it up, boy. We wait for the bombardment to let up and you won't have a chance to move." "What about me, Ares?" Alex asked. "First Squad will hold the line," Ares said, drawing a green line across the road, where the trench line was situated. "We're understrength, sir." "That's why Wraith and I will be here. We aren't just pr- um... faces who give orders. Hell we're better shots than most of you." "Alright." "They'll come this way," Ares drew two red arros down the road towards the green line. "with everything they've got, so we'll need fields of fire from the flanks and front." He drew green lines from the trench and buildings into the road. "Ben, Lee, make your way up around behind them once they all pour into the trap. Hit 'em where it hurts." He drew two more green lines behind the red arrows. "Lastly, both of you leave one of your HAWs with brad." "What?" Lee complained. "But-" "We're hitting 'em from the front, and have less men," Ares said, folding his arms. "That's not a suggestion." "Fine." "Is everything clear?" Ares asked. The four men nodded. "Right. Let's get this done." ---------------------------------------------------------- "Okay, this is good for now," Lee said, sitting down at a table. "Prepare firing positions." "I'll take my team up a floor," said Sergeant Irick. "Fine, but stay ready to move when necessary." Sergeant Roland grabbed the table and dragged it over to a sizeable hole in the wall. "Okay, Rookie, time to prove your worth," he said. "Yeah?" Rook asked, hopefully. "Yeah. Grab some of the rubble and build me a suitable firing position." Rook's shoulders sunk. "Yes, sarge," he groaned "Hey man, don't take it personally. It's like a ritual - the new guys to the grunt work," Roland chuckled, grabbing a chair and propping his boots up on the table. Sergeant Allen sat down against the wall next to a shattered window, unslinging his LAW. "Okay, everyone set up by the windows, but stay outta sight." "We know the drill, sarge," said LeGrand, propping the SAM up against the wall. "But what do we do about artillery?" "I dunno. Good question, Raoul. And they say Gaullics have no common sense," Allen looked over at Lee. "Hey, Lee! Whaddo we do about arty?" he shouted. "You did in a fire, that's what!" "Ha ha, sarge!" "But really, I dunno. We're in a fucking building. The shells'll have to punch through three floors to hit us." ----------------------------------------------------- "So, Sam, did Doc Goldstein say when Deadhead's gettin' back?" Selucis asked, piling rubble over a large hole in the wall. "A couple days, Corporal. The bullet barely missed collapsing a lung," McKnight replied. "Wouldn't want another cougher, eh?" McKnight chuckled, then stopped abruptly. "Never say that again. The Gunny isn't the only cougher I know." "Sorry, sarge. I meant no-" "I know, Selucis. Jsut watch your mouth. I know three coughers. It hurts to breathe." "I guess Deadhead got lucky." "He did," McKnight went back to work. "And remember, man, I'm not your sergeant anymore." ---------------------------------------------------------- One floor up, Jason entered another sizeable apartment overlooking the road. Rainwater trickled in through cracks in the ceiling. The windows were shattered, as with almost all of the windows in the city, broken by the constant explosions that shook the city night and day. "Well, this is homely," Jason said, in his sarcastic voice. "Why is every building around here either ruins or shit?" "You bitch a lot, sarge," said Lance Corporal MacTavish. Jason flinched, as if startled. "You don't talk a lot, Mac, and I hate it when you do." Corporal Tiduos chuckled. "Well, you do, Jason." "Shut up and get to work. Barrett! you get to build my position." "Oh, come on!" Barrett complained. "And you say I bitch a lot, Mac. Shut it, Private. Everyone's gotta shovel shit sometime." -------------------------------------------------------- As Rook piled chunks of ferrocrete onto and around the table, Lee started to doze off, leaning his chair back against a wall. "So, sarge..." he began. Sergeant Roland made a chopping motion across the neck, mouthing 'Staff Sergeant.' "So, Staff Sergeant..." "Huh? What? What's going on?" he asked, groggily, jolting back to life. "You ever thought about deaht?" "'Course I've thought about death! Every sane man and Marine in the CMF does!" Lee snapped back. "If we're all destined to die, what's our purpose in life?" Lee slapped the faceplate of his helmet with his palm. "There's always one every few deployments," he said, shaking his head. "Look, Rookie, we're not here to contemplate our navels, we're here to follow orders and kick ass. But I'll answer your question." "Really?" "Yeah. My purpose in life is to the roughest, toughest, son-of-a-bitch-killing machine in the galaxy. Your purpose in life is to suck up to the sergeants. Now, I've answered your question, and I think that settles the matter. Get back to work, Rookie." Rook groaned again and resumed gathering rubble. Suddenly, the whines of mortars filled the air. Small explosions sounded nearby, all across the line. Lee practically leapt out of his chair. "Incoming! Everyone, take cover and get ready! They'll be raising hell soon enough!" OOC: 'Gaullics' in the this CCRPG universe is an ethnic group encompassing both the Parnarians (LeGrand) and the Katanese (Tiduos). Basically, the CCRPG French and other French-speaking nationalities. |
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| Wraith | 10 Apr 2009, 05:07 PM Post #27 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXVI Near Sovereignty Avenue The building shook and rumbled from the shell's shockwave. A chunk of the ceiling tore loose and fell onto Corporal Tewkes's head, shattering on impact. "GAH! Son of a focking byetch!" Ape swore, clutching his helmet. "Focking hell! ACK! That focking hurts!" "Even in a helmet, Ape?" PFC Dean chuckled. "EVEN MORE SO IN A FOCKING 'ELMET!" "Oi, shut it. They'll be coming any second now," Sergeant Irick said, watching the road three stories below through a large gash in the wall. "In fact, I see a couple sihllouettes now, down the road." A couple hundred meters down the street, several tanks idled, waiting for the signal to advance. More and more tanks rumbled forward, infantrymen jumping off and forming up behind them. On the second floor of the ame apartment building, Sergeant Roland scanned the rebel assembly area with his magnifiers, through the hole in the wall at his covered fighting position. Another chunk of rubble shook loose from the ceiling, falling onto the fortified table and breaking apart. "God, damn it," Roland cursed. "Lee, you sure this building'll hold?" "Yes, I'm damn sure. You got the best view, Art. What do ya see?" Lee asked. "I can see, eh...maybe five tanks. The rain's still comin' down pretty hard." "There're probably more. Allen, how many tanks to a CMF mechanized company?" "Errm, eight to twelve tanks, APCs, and/or IFVs, sarge," Allen said. "Yeah, it'll be close." "Hey, sarge," Rook said. "How does Allen know stuff about armor?" "His brother's a tank commander in the Army," Roland replied. "Oh? You got a doggie brother?" Rook teased. "Shut yer trap, or I'll bash your face in, helmet or no," Allen snarled. Rook retreated. WHOOSH! BOOM! A mortar shell landed a few feet in front of Roland's hole, sending debris and dust into the air in front of him. The air suddenly went silent, apart from the sound of the pouring rain. "I think that's it for the bombardment, boys," Roland said. In the distance, he could hear motors rumble to life, treads squeaking and crushing rubble in the streets. "Yep, that's it. Here they come, get ready!" -------------------------------------------------------- "This is One-Two. We have armor and tangoes incoming now. Count: Five armored tangoes in sight, two, maybe three squads of tangoes. Permission to engage, over," Lee said on the comm. "This is One-Six. Permission granted, One-Two. Delta One, engage at will," Ares replied. "Roger that." Ares looked around at the Marines of First Squad. "You heard him, get ready! They're coming!" Sergeant Bradley and Lance Corporal Shert hefted HAW and LAW launchers on the firing step. The others trained they're rifles forward intently. But everything was silent, apart from the distance rumble of engines and screech of treads. The silence lasted several minutes. "I see 'em," Calahan said, suddenly breaking the calm. "Two tanks, front. Estimate two-hundred meters." "Roger that," Sergeant Bradley said. "This is One Charlie. I am targeting the lead armored tango, forward and two the left of our position, over." "Roger that," Jason's voice acknowledged. "Targeting lead armored tango, to the right of One's position, over." "This is Two Charlie," Allen's voice said. "Targeting rear armored tango." Bradley's fingers tighted on the trigger. He inhaled deeply, exhaled, and then squeezed the trigger. CRACK! FWOOSH! BOOM! The launcher cracked, hurtling the rocket one hundred thirty-three meters to collide with the thick frontal glacis plate of the tank. The powerful HAW rocket's armor-piercing warhead sliced through the armor plate as if it was paper. The delayed fuse mechanism kicked in a second later, detonating the rocket as it tore through the tank's interior. The explosion destroyed the tank from inside out, blowing half the commander's body through the closed hatch and practically vaporizing the rest of the crew and the lower half of the commander's body. "WOO-HOO! Fuck yeah!" Lance Corporal Shert whooped. "Nice shot, Brad!" "Reloading!" Bradley shouted, shoving another rocket into the tube. Down the road, more cracks snapped off as the assault teams of Second and Third Squads fired their LAWs. Two more fireballs erupted, cutting through the rain. -------------------------------------------------- "Open up!" Lee barked. Immediately, Sergeant Roland's team and Sergeant Irick's team above began to empty their clips into the infantry scrambling for cover amongst the rubble, ruins, and buildings. Within a minute of Bradley firing the first rocket, over half the enemy advance force was dead, dying, or a burning wreck. Sergeant Allen swung around to face out the window and fired the LAW again, this time at a tank backing up into the killed rear tank. The rocket easily penetrated the thin armor on top of the turret and destroyed the tank. "Reloading!" "Two, three more tanks incoming! Two 'o' clock!" Irick shouted over the comm. "Allen! Targets at two 'o' clock low!" "Mine!" Corporal Bladon shouted. He fired the HAW at one of the incoming tanks, destroying it. "They've got a fix on us! MOVE!" Allen, Bladon, and LeGrand dove away from the windows seconds before a pair of tanks shells blew apart the walls. The shockwave sent them rolling across the room, but they were unhurt. Sergeant Roland reloaded his rifle. "Infantry entering the building!" "Squad, move!" Lee ordered, dashing over to the stairwell and crouching. "Relocate to building two!" "Roger that!" Irick replied on he comm. "Art, your team takes p-WHOA!" Lee fired half his clip into two soldiers who suddenly appeared at the bottom of the flight of stairs. "Art, take point!" "Moving!" Corporal LePallin led the way downstairs, methodically eliminating the enemy squad as they climbed the stairs. As they reached the blown-out door into the street outside, LePallin took cover against the wall and leaned out. "Two tanks moving u-" A large explosion stuck out amongst the din. "One tank moving up, two infantry squad in the-" A bullet snagged nearby, forcing LePallin to duck back inside. "They spotted me." Irick and his team appeared behind Lee. "What's up, sarge?" he asked, panting slightly. "Roland, base of fire. Irick move to the next building," Lee said. He opened a comm channel. "This is One-Two. Moving to building two on our side, over." "Roger that," Ben's voice replied. "Okay, move." Corporal LePallin creeped out of the doorway and tossed a grenade into the middle of the alley. "Smoke out!" BOOF! A small smoke cloud instantly appeared, and continued to expand. LePallin and Lance Corporal Cole opened fire on the infantry in the main street. "Move!" "Moving!" Irick and his team sprinted across through the smoke cloud into the next building. "We're in!" "Allen, move!" Lee ordered. "Moving!" Allen's assault team did the same. "We're covering," Irick said. he and Ape began firing down the road. "Roland, move." "Moving!" Lee, Roland, and his team dashed across, then began moving up the stairs. "Good work. This is One-Two, we're in building two. Moving up to set up a new position, over." "Roger that." |
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| Wraith | 11 Apr 2009, 12:07 AM Post #28 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXVII Near Sovereignty Avenue "God damn it!" Corporal Tiduos swore, ducking back away from the window. "I can't get a shot, the fire's too heavy!" "Shift position!" Jason ordered. "Into the next room!" Tiduos ran inside and crouched next to another window. He peered over the sill at the single live tank sitting in the road. "It's concetrating on First Squad! Cover me!" As Tiduos stood up to fire the LAW, a wall of bullets sprayed up into the window. Tiduos took a hit and went down. "Fuck!" he swore, patting down his chest plate, checking for holes. "You alright, boy?" Jason asked. "Yeah...yeah, I think so!" Lance Corporal MacTavish scooped up the LAW and took aim. Before he could fire, the tank exploded. First Squad had finally taken it out with a HAW. Jason leaned up against the wall and looked down the street at the rebel positions. "This is Three Charlie, I don't see any more armored targets, only tangoes, over." "Roger that, Three Charlie," Ares replied. "We're still four targets short, though, over," Calahan's voice cut in. "Roger that, we'll keep an eye out," Ben replied. "Acknowledged," Lee said curtly. ---------------------------------------------------------- Conk cut down another rebel soldier in the street. His rifle clicked, his clip empty. "Reloading!" he shouted, grabbing another clip from the pouches on his belt. Suddenly, a sledgehammer hit him in the back, knocking him forward onto his face. "TANGO!" Sergeant McGraw bellowed. A series of cracks rang out, then a body hit the floor. "Two, this is Alpha! Tangoes in the building, over!" "Roger that, Alpha. Bravo, hold position. Alpha, sweep and clear," Ben ordered. "Roger that," Wolf replied. "Conk, you alright?" Selucis moved over and flipped Conk onto his back. "Yeah, he's alright." "Fuckin' scary, mate," Conk muttered, getting to his feet. "Barrett, take point," Jason said. "Roger." Barrett cautiously crept downstairs, pushing open the door on the first floor. No fire erupted, so Barrett edged inside, taking cover behind a desk. "Clear in her, move inside." Jason and Tiduos moved inside and walked over to the next doorway, lining up. "Barrett, Conk, take the second room." "Roger." "Tiduos, with me. In, in, in!" Jason ducked into the doorway, eyes darting to each corner of the new room. "Clear." Tiduos started to move over to the next doorway, and Jason lowered his submachine gun, watching the battle rage outside. He turned to face the doorway just as a rebel soldier strolled inside. Tiduos, Jason, and the soldier stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Jason broke the silence. "SHOOT!" In a split second, all three men raised their weapons, but Jason was the fastest, cutting down the soldier with a burst from his submachine gun. The man lay on the ground, coughing up blood. Tiduos stood over him, but did not shoot. "What do we do with him?" he asked, hesitating. "Move on, damnit," Jason said. He walked over and but a final bullet in the man's head. Tiduos looked up at him, his expression hidden behind his visor. "What...what did you just do?" "C'mon, let's get moving." ---------------------------------------------------- "Infantry are still coming," Corporal Bladon said, following them with his rifle. "I don't see anymore tanks." "Well, they're waiting, then," Lee said. "We're still short 'bout four tanks." "Wait...two incoming. I see 'em." "Where?" "Two 'o' clock low," Bladon said. He unlsung the LAW launcher, took aim, and fired. One of the advancing tanks exploded. The other immediately backpedaled as Bladon reloaded. "Shit, MOVE!" Bladon jumped up and ran across the room as the tank shot a shell into the wall, blowing a huge hole in it. "Okay, time to leave," Lee said, brushing dust off his shoulder pads. |
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| Wraith | 11 Apr 2009, 04:46 PM Post #29 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXVIII Sovereignty Avenue Calahan's eyes darted in their sockets, searching the ground and skies alike. Rifle lowered, he scanned the obscured horizon with his magnifiers. "Whew! I think that's all of the armor!" PFC Isis cried, heaving a sigh of relief. Calahan held up a hand, listening. "Yup, that's them. Gunships incoming!" Lance Corporal Shert immediately hefted the SAM launcher and activated its heat-locking system. With a deafening, growing roar, the gunships zoomed through the rain into view. Shert immediately fired off a SAM as he got a lock. The rocket was so abruptly fired as the gunships were so close that the hastily-popped flares from one of the gunships had absolutely no effect. The missile blew the gunship out of the sky. Spooked sufficiently, the second gunship immediately pulled up and flew off, back toward the rebel lines. "Fuckin' hell, Mauve!" Lundy cheered, slapping Shert on the back. "Nice job!" "Thanks, I-" BOOM! BOOM! "MORTARS!" Alex bellowed. "Take cover!" First Squad jumped down into the trench, ducking their heads down as the mortars slammed into the earth, mud, and pavement around them. Almost as abruptly as it had begun, the bombardment ceased. Erikson got to his feet and looked himself over. "Well, that was-" A tank roared and practically jumped over the trench, machine guns blazing. "HOLY FUCK!" Alex swore. He was startled by the tank so badly that he jumped up, sprinted into a dugout, ran in small circles for a few seconds, then regained his composure and came back out. "Keep alert! Don't take cover, infantry incoming!" Calahan yelled, getting back up onto the firing step. The tank's machine gun sprayed bullets along the lip, barely missing him. Calahan got two shots off before he was knocked backwards by a swarm of rebel infantrymen leaping into the trench. --------------------------------------------------------------- "Whoa! That's not good!" Ben said, pointing at the infantry units swarming around the trench down the road. "Understatement of the year, sarge," Sergeant McKnight said. "Three, this is Three Actual! Fall back to One's position! Repeat, One is under heavy attack, fall back to One's position!" "Roger that," came Jason and Wolf's replies. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Calahan was knocked backwards into the mud, rebels leaping into the trench on top of and around him. "TOOTH AND NAIL, YOU BASTARDS! TOOTH AND NAIL!" Ares bellowed, throwing himself into the mob. His blood was up - Ares had not been in a melee battle this intense since Black Friday. Bradley and Shert pulled out their submachine guns and hosed down a dozen enemy soldiers, allowing Sergeant Sanol and his fire team to club their way down the trench with rifles butts and combat knives. Lundy's team was split by the sudden enemy assault. Aster and Erikson were caught alone, the mob between them and the others. "I'LL SHOW YEH TO KNOCK DOAN MAH BOSS!" Aster bellowed in fury. He drew his sidearm and combat knive and charged into the fray, cutting a swath to where Calahan was being trampled. Erikson took careful aim with his rifle and picked off several men around them. On the other side of the mob, Lundy and Corporal Carr held the enemy soldiers back at a stalemate with their rifles. Nevertheless, they were being slowly pushed backwards into the dugout - a death sentence. Lundy grunted, then roared in fury. Mustering a last reserve of his strength, he pushed forward with his rifle, throwing back three rebels into the mud. He then proceeded to club them to death with his rifle butt. "YOU LIKE THAT?! YOU LIKE-" BOOM! The shockwave from the tank shell's explosion blew Lundy back into a wall, bashing his head against the inside of his helmet. He fell to the ground, out cold. "Son of a bitch!" Bradley swore, dirt from the explosion showering him. "Get that goddamn tank!" Shert immediately raised the HAW - his last rocket - and knocked out the tank with a single shot. ---------------------------------------------------------- "It's clear!" Lee shouted, waving his squad forward. He dashed out the door with Allen and Bladon, climbing up the rubble that formed an 'embankment' for the road. Peering over the top, he could see nothing - a deserted main road to his left, a wall of rubble from a collapsed building to his right. "Go!" Lee, Allen, and Bladon stepped up and over the embankment into the middle of the street. Suddenly, engines roared, and a pair of tanks crashed through the rubble at the top of the pile, rolling up and over. "OH SHIT! TANK!" Lee bellowed, pointing at the massive armored vehicles. "LAW! LAW! SHOOT!" Sergeant Allen ordered. Bladon swung the last LAW over his shoulder and fired quickly - too quickly. The rocket glanced and bounced off the heavy tank's front armor plating. "MOVE! Move move move!" Lee bellowed, shoving Allen and Bladon across the rest of the street. Sergeant Roland and his team started to sprint across. "Art, WHAT ARE YOU-" "FUCK!" Roland swore, shoving LePallin and Rook back, sending them tumbling down the embankment. The tank's cannon leveled. "Shit," Lee said. He started to- The tank's cannon belched smoke and flame. When the dust cleared, Lee and Roland were gone. There were bloodstains in the road. OOC: This is a very significant chapter, and will be the last I post until the end of my Spring Break, the 19th. Let's see what reaction I get. |
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| Wraith | 26 Apr 2009, 03:47 PM Post #30 |
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Preparing for the Second Coming
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CHAPTER XXIX Near Sovereignty Avenue Private Rook just stared at where his team and squad leader had stood only moments before. It was his first deployment, and already his two immediate superiors were dead. Time seemed to slow down. The tank began traversing its cannon toward him, his squadmates began to scramble and shout. At A Snail's Pace. Suddenly, a hand grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back, through the doorway. As Corporal LePallin dashed inside, the scene exploded, sending the burly noncom rolling over Rook. When the dust cleared, half the wall was gone, exposing them to the tank. Faster than he could think, Rook jumped to his feet and started sprinting, frantically, back through the buidling, towards the line, shouting, "Fuck! FUCK!" the whole way. Outside, Sergeant Allen crept along the embankment, towards the tank. As it pumped a third shell into the building, Allen clambered up the chassis onto the turret. Destroying the hatch with a grenade, he stood up and sprayed the interior with his submachine gun, emptying his entire clip. "That's for Lee, Art, and the CORPS!" he bellowed as the gun ran dry. Suddenly, a bullet ricocheted off the turret and slammed into Allen's visor. He grunted briefly, and then fell the tank. Inside, Sergeant Irick led his team downstairs. Rook tore past him just as he reached the ground floor, shouting and cursing loudly. "Whoa! What the fuck? Rookie, get back here!" Irick ordered. Rook did not hear him, or did not listen, and continued to run away. Confused, irick opened a comm channel. "This is Two Alpha, what the fuck is happening? Over." Suddenly, Corporal LePallin dashed through the doorway and slammed himself against the wall, completely covered in dust. "Marith, what's going on? Rookie just ran pa-" "Tank...fucked up...ran," lePallin panted, leaning on his knees and gasping for breath. "Yeah, I felt the rounds. Where's Lee?" "Fucked up, man...Tank got...Lee 'n' Art...Rookie...lost it." Irick stood there, stunned, his wide eyes hidden behind the visor. With Lee dead, he was next in line to command the squad. Snapping out of his trance, Irick opened a comm channel. "Delta One, this is Two Alpha. One-Two Actual is down, repeat, Two Actual is Kilo. This is Two Alpha, taking over One-Two, over." ---------------------------------------------------- Sovereignty Avenue Ares slammed his armored fist down into the man's face, and heard the bones of his nose shatter. Dropping him, Ares grabbed another, who was engaged in a melee with Erikson. He grabbed the man by the side of the head and smashed it against the trench wall. "You alright, Idiot?" he asked, hauling Erikson to his feet. "Yeah, yeah," Erikson groaned. "He dead?" he asked, gesturing at the man on the ground. "Probably. Head plus ferrocrete equals a big fracture." "...Good." Still lying in mud, being trampled by the rebels congregating around him, Calahan finally wrestled the .45 from his chest holster. "Guy's got a gun!" a rebel shouted, stabbing down with his bayonet. It sank into Calahan's shoulder, through the small chink where the armor met at the armpit. Grunting, Calahan popped off a shot, hitting the rebel between the eyes. He began to systematically double-tap the rebels around him, until the pistol was knocked out of his hand by a kick. Instead of a finished thrust from a bayonet, a body fell over him. "I got yeh, Boss!" shouted a familiar voice. A second later, Aster jerked Calahan through the pile of bodies onto his feet. "Jesus," Aster muttered, looking him over. Calahan's visor was cracked in two places, and his armor was completely covered in blood and liquid mud. "They really gave yeh a noomber, eh?" "Don't worry, only some of this blood is mine." Suddenly, a voice was heard over the din. "They're retreating! Pcik 'em off!" Calahan reached down and retrieved his mud-encrusted .45 and sat down on the step, breathing heavily. Next to him, Aster methodically pumped rounds into the backs of the retreating enemy. "That's it! We won!" Corporal Carr cheered, supported by Ares and Erikson. Blood trickled from a bayonet wound in his side. "Yeah, I think we did," Ares said. Then Irick's message came over the comm. -------------------------------------------------- Near Sovereignty Avenue "This is One-Five, roger that, One-Two, over," Calahan replied. "One-Five, I've got a man headed your way. I need him back, over." "...Roger that, One-two. I'll handle it. Out." Irick switched back to the squad circuit. "Squad, regroup on me!" he ordered. Within minutes, the remnants of Second Squad were gathered around. "Take a hit, mate?" Ape asked, nodding at Allen, who had a cracked visor. "Ricochet. I got the tank, though," Allen replied. "Okay, I know we're hurt bad, but we've got to stay in the fight," Irick said. "Ape, you take over my team. Tom," he said to Corporal Bladon. "You're senior to lePallin, so you take Art's team. I'll stick with assault team. Clear?" His squadmates nodded. "Okay. Let's move!" ------------------------------------------------ Sovereignty Avenue Ares slumped against the wall and slid into a sitting position when he heard Irick's message. Lee, dead? Impossible! But Irick was a no-nonsense noncom. That brought the tally of platoon veterans of Rock Island down to six - himself, Calahan, Aster (who hadn't even seen the whole Third Maxfrican Campaign), Sanol, Wolf, and Ben. Only eighteen years, and they'd dropped like flies. "You alright, sir?" asked Sanol, sitting down next to him. "Y-...yeah. Just...give me a minute." "I knew him as long as you did, sir. I feel the same way." "...Yeah." Down the trench, Private Rook was huddled in the corner of a dugout, shaking and murmuring to himself. "Boy, get up," Calahan said, suddenly appearing behind him. "D-d-dead! ALL DEAD!" Rook shouted. "BOY! They conditioned you for this on Parris! If you can't handle it, go home!" Rook just continued to murmur to himself. "Private Rook, do you really want me to write you up for cowardice?! I'll have you drummed out of my Marine Corps with a Dishonorable Discharge! Make way for a REAL Marine, boy!" Rook stopped shaking and murmuring, but did not reply. "Or, if you'd prefer," Calahan unholstered a .45 and cocked it. "I'll shoot you, right here, right now! Now GET UP AND FIGHT!" Rook slowly got to his feet and turned to face the platoon sergeant. "I-...I'm okay, sir. I-I'm fine now," he replied, grabbing his rifle. "That's what I thought," Calahan said, holstering the pistol. "Get back out there. Your comrades still need you." OOC: It's been a long while since my last update, but I've been working on this. I'm already up to Chapter 32, but I'll be posting them with spaces. |
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