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Post by Roara on Aug 28, 2007 21:20:45 GMT -5
"And that is how you squish a bug boys!" Jovi cheered over the newly re established communications. When they were clearly out of the city, he gave one big boost from his jump jets, and soared through the air to the NAV point on his HUD.
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Post by lighthawk on Aug 28, 2007 23:40:13 GMT -5
The shuttle was a fat, squat vessel built for heavy lifting, not speed. It needed to be so, to carry back the thirteen multi-ton powersuits. Slow though it might be, it was also tough, and had an impressive EMC package to mask it's position. It also had a quartet of tri-barreled autocannons that did a great job of making enemy forces duck for cover while the suits loaded in.
Broem noted that they were one short. It only took a quick conference with Beta lead to get the bare details. It was never easy to lose a man, and even worse to have to leave the body behind, but sometimes you had to worry about the living. With a sigh of regret, Broem keyed in the signal for beta 3's self destruct. In the distance, on the the smoking hill top where the comm tower had stood, a flash of light flared, tiny in the distance. At least the bugs wouldn't get the body. Joining the rest of the squad, Broem sat his suit back in the restraint harness and tried to relax as the shuttle took off, heading back for space, and the Truelight. The vibrations through the hull gave way to smooth, undetectable motion as the craft left the atmosphere, and Broem felt himself rise slightly in his suit. The shuttle was too small to have a grav generator, and Wolf Pack's sergeant was glad for it. The few moments of weightlessness after a mission always helped him release tension, especially after losing a good soldier.
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Post by Roara on Aug 28, 2007 23:46:29 GMT -5
"Wh-where is Beta 3...?" Jovi asked, when they were clear of hostile territory. He looked into the the other compartments of the ship, but didnt find him. "Dont tell me we..."
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Post by lighthawk on Aug 29, 2007 0:23:25 GMT -5
Broem didn't answer at first, not sure of what even to say. He opened the locks on his powersuit, and carefully pulled himself out, wincing from bruises earned when his suit went rolling. He looked over at Jovi. " Your people have a saying. 'sh** happens'. You can't always do what you want, or even what is right, not all the time..."
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Post by Roara on Aug 29, 2007 0:24:50 GMT -5
"Did we at least get dog tags..?" He asked, still sad that a comrad went down and he wasnt there to help.
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Post by Rekona on Aug 29, 2007 1:24:12 GMT -5
Renolds remained in reverent silence. He had been selfish in worrying about his reputation while someone set their life down in the raid. "Cummon now kid..." He spoke in a low voice, much more stoic than his usual fare. "We got our own memories... Theres too much at risk running back for tags. Our kind don't get that. We have a different sort of honor." Eric leaned back as far as his suit would allow, heaving a sigh.
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Post by lighthawk on Aug 29, 2007 9:25:07 GMT -5
Broem nodded at Eric's words. Through out the shuttle's main bay, a buzzing warning sounded. The craft was about to dock with the Trulight, which meant gravity would soon be back, and anyone floating about had better get to the deck before they fell to it.
As soon as the shuttle was docked and secured, the main hatch opened, and the mechanics came in, wheeling carts of tools and gear. The suits would be left in the shuttle hold to be worked on, then wheeled out one by one to be reloaded for the next drop. Some waved or nodded to the departing soldiers, a few words exchanged over damage one suit or the other had taken, and then the two groups were passed each other. Broem gathered his squad up just outside the shuttle. " Good mission people, hopefully command will agree on that point for once. Team leaders, I want your reports tomorrow by 1800. We don't have any other missions lined up for this week, so everyone can just relax and enjoy themselves." He gave the squad a salute. " Dismissed."
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Post by Roara on Aug 29, 2007 9:59:09 GMT -5
"Thank goodness..." Jovi said, unlatching his suite and removing it. When he was comfortly back in his standard army personal uniform, he slipped away to the cafeteria where he gladly accepted a meal that had mashed potatoes, and some fried chicken.
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Post by Rekona on Aug 29, 2007 22:24:16 GMT -5
Eric ended up requiring some assistance in getting out of his suit, bruised ribs and a dislocated knee limiting his motion. While the injuries were minor, he was taken to the base's infirmary for medical attention, much to his dismay. The joint was painfully maneuvered back into place and some tape was spread taught over his chest as encouragement to stay still while the internal wounds patched themselves. None too soon he got himself into the cafeteria, picking up a now rather lukewarm meal. His tray clattered down at Jovi's table. "You doin alright there kid?"
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Post by Roara on Aug 29, 2007 22:39:26 GMT -5
"Yea, just not happy that we lost someone." He replied, then took another bite. "How long you been on active duty to this magnitude?" He asked. He didn't know his team too well. He liked them, since they accepted his Jarhead personality. Before he got an answer, he took a sip of some coca cola
(had to put some coke in here)
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Post by Rekona on Aug 29, 2007 22:49:02 GMT -5
"Yeah its never easy. You get used to it eventually, though." He took a bite of potato, not after smashing it all the more with a fork, of course. "Lesse now... I guess I've been in service for 12 years now." Renolds laughed, but stopped abruptly and put a hand to his side. "d**n sometimes the most damage is done by our own armor." He snorted.
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Post by Roara on Aug 29, 2007 22:55:21 GMT -5
Jovi put his fork down, then looked at him. "What do you mean?" He asked, confused by the new expression.
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Post by Rekona on Aug 29, 2007 22:58:56 GMT -5
Eric looked up towards the private and laughed, rubbing his fingers against his jaw. "The fits always tight so, you end up in a scrape it may keep ya from getting shot, but you're gonna get jerked around. I've had a number of fractures from just movin' about in my power suit."
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Post by Roara on Aug 29, 2007 23:07:15 GMT -5
"Doesnt really bother me." Jovi said, taking more bits of his potatoes. "My light suite allows me to move around pretty much at ease, but if someone hits me with a high caliber round, it will do some mortal damage."
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Post by Rekona on Aug 29, 2007 23:14:15 GMT -5
He nodded, stuffing a chicken piece into his mouth in a very uncouth manner. "Guess we both got our weak points. Thats why we have combo squads, we cover each others bald spots." He swallowed, hitting his chest and shaking his head as the bite went down the wrong pipe. "What got you into this business anyhow?"
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