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Post by Rekona on Aug 28, 2007 13:36:56 GMT -5
Eric grunted with the Sergent's force, stumbling forward from the push. "Well hell it ain't my fault." He growled, to himself primarily, impatiently rubbing at the heat source at the top of his forearm as if the minimal friction he could create would speed up the plasma's preparedness. He braced himself on the ground, digging into the dirt and aiming upward, resting his elbow on an upturned knee. The blast had some difficulty making it through the environmental fluctuations caused by the ship's lift off. A chunk sizzled out of the stabilizing wing and the tail end endured the blunt force of the shot. "d**n..."
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Post by Airkshil on Aug 28, 2007 13:47:15 GMT -5
Palira was still wearing the malicious smirk. Her suit, covering her face along with the rest of her body, rendered the expression moot but it showed through her tone of voice. "Hey, those big ol' suits are good for carrying stuff too. So long as they make it so I don't have to be weighed down with crap, I'm happy." She crouched down to wipe off her bug-gut covered katana on the ground.
Being in beta squad was alright, she supposed, as long as she got to fight. The only real downside to it was that it was more prone to espionage work than the kind of battles Palira liked. But that in itself was a plus to her. Because she was the only one in her unit to truly specialize in any form of combat, she got more action than one might have thought.
Straightening her body, she stood ready for the next wave of enemies with a clean, if alien-blood-stained, vibrosword in hand. "Besides, we get to have more fun than they do this way."
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Post by lighthawk on Aug 28, 2007 14:02:17 GMT -5
The warship's engines roared, and the heavy vessel rotated towards Eric, a point on the front end starting to glow threateningly. The craft pitched slightly from the damage to it's wing and tail, but it was steady enough to stay in the air still.
Beta 3 chuckled a bit, checking his rifle's ammo. " I suppose we do," he agreed. He slung the rifle and pulled free his rocket launcher as the bugs came for a new attack. " Well then, lets have some fun." Long range shots from the alien's heavy cannons started to fall around them, sending up plumes of dirt into the air, and 3 sent several rockets towards the charging mass.
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Post by Airkshil on Aug 28, 2007 14:33:17 GMT -5
Instead of rushing in this time, Palira joyfully cleaned up after Beta 3. She took care of the ones that had somehow managed to get within a range where it would be harmul for rockets to hit. By the bombs, for example. She occasionally loosed a few bullets from her battle rifle if her target was too close to where rockets were landing, but not if she didn't have to.
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Post by lighthawk on Aug 28, 2007 14:58:56 GMT -5
The Detolybo's charge hesitated for a moment as the first few rockets sent bugs flying, but then they were taken over by bloodlust and they came on in full force, and only the debris from the explosions slowed them. As the final rocket was sent on it's way, 3 tossed the launcher aside and unslung his rifle. " Determined, aren't they?" he remarked, jumping backwards several yards as their position threatened to be over run. The land sloped up towards the comm tower, which sat on a hill overlooking the base. The favorable terrian was the only thing keeping the Detolybo from just running them over. Then one of the bugs seemed to be launched from the mass, buzzing wings propelling it into the air. The Detolybo was a rare breed of their race, lighter and smaller, but faster and winged. It could not really fly, but it could jump far and fast, and it's leap took beta 3 by surprise. The thick blade on the creature's weapon cut into the lightsuit and carved through the metal, until it broke out the back, skewering the suit and pilot through the chest.
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Post by Rekona on Aug 28, 2007 15:36:48 GMT -5
A string of grumbled explicatives flooded the Wolf Pack's airwaves. Renolds' breath caught as his weapon fell back into its cool down phase, his hit all but worthless. His grenades weren't of Beta leader's calibre, the short range of them would do little more than scuff the matte metallic surface of the vehicle barreling towards him. "Come on come on..." He urged on the heating plate as its low hum signaled its warming, again taking to rubbing it quickly, externally, to quicken its pace.
His efforts proved fruitless. Without a ready weapon and a large ship hurling closer and closer, the corporal flung himself into a clumsy, awkward somersault. He tumbled a few rotations, headways and longways, before the momentum, which had been supplemented by his trusty jets, was brought to a halt by a generously sized rock.
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Post by lighthawk on Aug 28, 2007 15:49:51 GMT -5
" Son of a..." Broem left the remains of the tank to smolder after seeing the corporal dodge himself right into a boulder. Without pausing to consider, he lit his jets and leapt, straight up, pushing for height. The laser in his armored hands flashed and stitched smoking holes into the front of the warship, darkening the front view screen, but failing to pierce it. The warship's turn paused as the pilot considered the new threat, and then the craft reversed direction. Broem hit the ground hard, he had not bothered to slow his fall until the last moment, he had only seconds. He jumped again, this time long and low, pushing for every bit of speed he could manage. Behind him, the world erupted into fire as the warship's plasma turret fired. He was caught by a wave of air and smashed into the ground, tumbling out of control.
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Post by Rekona on Aug 28, 2007 16:47:43 GMT -5
Eric felt like he had swallowed his own tongue, the impact causing all the muscles in his body to tighten and prepare for impact, his throat closing off with a painful sounding breath. He lulled over to his back with some difficulty in the bulky armor. The human snorted, his brow furrowing as he looked back, lifting his chin, and beholding his commander tumble downward.
He wasn't very encouraged and, while his personal instinct was to go help the man falling aimlessly, he knew his efforts would be better placed elsewhere. "We've got a man coming down, boys!" He announced, referring to his own squad primarily. "If you've got a free arm, you best fix that." With that taken care of, so he prayed, the man lit off his jets against the stone that broke his gymnastics routine. Though not in the most aerodynamic of casings, the speed was admirable, encouraged by both the lift from his boots and his own muscles. He was lucky it started back in his direction and that his particular weapon was suited for long range. Lifting the heavy network of metal and rubber that composed the firing mechanisms with his other hand, he fired once again, upwards, as the craft passed overhead.
Renolds' breath caught as he watched the fading bullet run closer to the ship as the dust settled atop his suit in the lessening speed. A bright grin hit his lips as he saw a flare against the hull, the plasma sloshing against the metal in its liquid-gaseous state. Materials, unidentifiable at his distance, spilled from the hole.
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Post by Roara on Aug 28, 2007 16:54:09 GMT -5
(are the communications down?)
Jovi looked up to see the large ship floating around sending shots to beta's direction.
"That doesn't look too good..." He said to his squad. The only way he could get a good shot at this thing is if he had somewhere higher to get. Maybe, a brownout or some large distraction could get him a chance to use his jump jets to send a few high caliber and density rounds through some cannons, or if he was lucky, the bridge.
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Post by Xiahou Dun, the One-Eyed on Aug 28, 2007 17:49:35 GMT -5
Larq had finished planting the fourth bomb. He looked out at his defending unit to see that Beta 3 wasn't doing so well. What's more, there seemed to be impending doom on the way. Larq moved his suit withing close proximity of Beta 2 and 4 and sent a telepathic message.
"Bombs planted, we've got less than 35 seconds before they go off. " That was all he had the concentration to send before flaring his jump jets and leaping upwards above a mass of the enemy. He saw the ship getting fired at in the distance. He came to the ground, landing on one of their heads before the Detolybo could react. Larq grinned at the humor of squashing the bug's head. He then grew depressed as he remembered the Beta 3 was responsible for communications.
"Budahk k'rid!" he thought in his own language after looking over his shoulder.
*Budahk k'rid is the equivalent of cursing one's own luck, used primarily by southern reefs on J'rahl.
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Post by lighthawk on Aug 28, 2007 18:29:20 GMT -5
(Yeah, all comm traffic is jammed. I think for the next mission, I'll be posting a general mission overview before each posts, containing the team mission objectives and any special situations that effect everyone)
The warship pitched violently as something inside exploded, sending molten debris flying. The craft's nose rose as the tail end fell and the whole vessel started a slow slide backwards towards the ground.
" Jovi!" Selina's voice echoed slightly off the boxy buildings around her. " We're pulling out, think you can keep an eye on our rear? You see any bugs following, make 'em duck or lose their head."
Detolybo scattered in the wake of Larq's jets as he landed in the swarm, and they scattered further as 4 landed next to him. There was brief flash of weapon fire and then both suits were off before the Detolybo could think to fire back.
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Post by Airkshil on Aug 28, 2007 18:38:27 GMT -5
"No!" Palira shouted at the loss of her comrade, the ever-present smile gone from her face. Before she could react to the responsible Detolybo in kind, she heard her COs voice in her head. Nothing she could do about it now.
She hissed under her breath and set about clearing the area before the bombs went off. Jump-jetting away, she tried to catch up with rest of her squad without getting hit, attacking only the few who were unfortunate to be where she had to touch down.
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Post by Roara on Aug 28, 2007 18:47:22 GMT -5
"Roger that." Jovi said to his comrades, then proceeded to fallow then in a diamond formation. Heavier of the three in the front, and him as the tail. Any squishy that poked up his head, either had it blown off or ducked before the bullet hit them.
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Post by lighthawk on Aug 28, 2007 18:50:23 GMT -5
As Beta team sped off towards the evac, Larq's bombs went off as if a volcano had suddenly erupted from under the comm tower. The tower itself crumbled, it's supports folding in, and it toppled over. And by pure luck, landed right on the power generator sitting at the base of the hill. A second later, another explosion lit the desert landscape as the generator went up.
Broem opened his eyes groggily, and saw the outline of Delta 4's suit hovering over him. " Welcome back sir," the medic said, and Broem noted that the comm's were working again. That either meant that Beta 4 had bought it, or Beta team had gotten the enemy comm tower down. Hoping for the latter, he got to his feet and saw the warship crash engine's first into the spaceport. It didn't explode like he would have liked it to, but it was down, which was enough.
" Team, time to go home," he said through the full squad frequency, and he saw the marker appear on his radar display. Just a few miles out of the base, the shuttle waited to take them back the the Truelight, the recovery craft having snuck in while the squad had kept the Detolybo busy.
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Post by Rekona on Aug 28, 2007 19:12:53 GMT -5
Renolds blushed, if one could demean themselves to the point of admitting, when he realized he'd been talking to himself over the intercom, the communications finally back up to par. He certainly wasn't the best at thinking through when he was distracted. Eric had some difficulty walking, his suit seemed heavier than usual, the weight bearing down on his knees. The other heavy-suited member of his squad pushed him forward, in an attempt to help, but the man did lag behind a little. He didn't feel any pain, so it may have been mechanical. On the other hand, the suit may have been holding in a fracture or two, so there was no way to be certain until they got back home. That was the real concern: getting back to a cold beer and warm meal.
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