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Post by echidna on Apr 12, 2012 9:00:38 GMT -5
Fubar grinned at his Comrade and braced his footing - he stood upon his sister, the Vivern, and as she rose to her feet he used a long, black tongue to calk the mechanism of his weapon and fill the magazine, grinning as only a creature like him could grin - with a mouth that could bite a man in half with ease. This was more like it - this was the fray, this was where he lived. His spikes were rejuvenating as they neared the mouth of the alleyway, and he... almost missed the little squeak from the girl in his arms. Eliza was looking... determined. Her eyes were focused, her jaw set harder than ever. He reigned in his sister, and unspoken communication passed between them - stuff that wasnt in the eyes or face structure - neither expression on their faces changed, but he suddenly nodded.
"OI! Shadowdancer!" he barked, lifting his head to one of his jet-black brothers, the one that spoke to Point Man earlier clambered easily up the sheer legs of the giant irritated spider, accepted the girl, and scurried back down with no trouble, and no explanation. He simply legged it off into a side alley, into the darkness, clutching at his mother. They, as one nodded.
"We need backup." Fubar seemed to say to himself, and looked directly at the Point Man.
"These assholes jus' opened a serious canna wupass, mister... But we gotta buy mum some time to make this work - Five minutes at mos'... how many clips you got in that gun o' yers?" he said, unable to hide the HUGE, and I mean HUGE grin on his face full of fangs.
"Got two fer mine, an' mah spines..."
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Post by corriger on Apr 12, 2012 9:26:28 GMT -5
He hadn't looked at the fearsome-looking creature beside him, but he did show his acknowledgement by raising a hand and showing two fingers: two clips, not including the one that was already in the rifle. Fortunately, he didn't need to fire his weapon too often - the only time he could recall even pulling the trigger was back in that park, with the five-man squad. And considering this was a burst fire weapon, he had about... twenty-five shots in total.
There was going to be alot more than twenty-five people to shoot... never mind the fact that there was going to be a Phase Commander to content with, and undoubtedly a few mech units at the very least. And Armachan clearly wasn't going to be quiet about it, either... The Point Man was convinced they were going to destroy the place after they had gotten what they wanted. But if that girl had something planned, then he needed to buy time... But if he delayed any longer, there was more of a chance of them carting Amelia away...
He glanced up at the threatening creature named Fubar, before shaking his head and forcing himself to calm down. The alternative was abandoning his newfound "comrades" - he still wasn't sure of their intent - and going at it alone. And THAT was simply not an option... for now, he would only be able to do as instructed and give this girl five minutes for whatever it was she was going to do.
He had a feeling that, by the time she was finished, that he was going to have to find a new weapon.
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Post by echidna on Apr 12, 2012 12:03:22 GMT -5
Fubar grinned madly as he said, probably to himself, as the gigantic spider rose and began to truck at some speed down the alleyway, flanked by his groundborne brothers
"This is RICH. They thin' they're clever... Two big fellas an' ten o'them little shits comin' doon th'alleyway at us from the front... two big'uns and a 'Copter patrollin' the roofs a bit away, an' a big-ass tank lookin' thing on legs comin' down main street. Yeh sure know how ta' party, Mister - Doncha ever speak?!" He asked, as if all that hardly concerned him. He hadn't seen them in action though - he'd never faced the Armachan powered armors. Funny how bold a man can get if his back is against the wall - even if he's not a man.
Without visibly controlling the giant spider in any way, Fubar seemed to grow poised, his darting, long, dagger shaped ears folding slowly back on his head. The other Raveners were nowhere to be seen - they had moved into the darkness, and there they seemed... to completely disappear. Around the corner, were voices - radio comms.
"Commencing sweep of the Alley, sir." was the only voice that came, but the sounds of, yes, hulking forms and the careful strides of cautious Replica soldiers was easily heard drawing near. This was one alley that Fubar was choosing to cover among like four others on this street alone... yet he and the spider that bore him seemed absolutely certain that this was it - they must have had some way to know that without any kind of equipment or radio. Again, there was no visible reason this should be so.
"One mech in front... one in back... ten men ready to roll between... they're... weapons-hot... double-back formation." fubar hissed just audibly to Point man, using his tongue to direct sound like a funnel, directionalizing his voice. He grinned, holding up his G3A3 like it was a damn pistol - on him, it was. He probably didn't need to tell Point Man to hit em HARD, but just the same, he held up a claw - they were indeed sharp, but had a sort of... leathery, fleshy sheathe to them that kept the edge controlled, sort of like a fingernail. He extended three fingers as those claws extended with a soft, moist little sound, and the great spider beneath them began to expand oddly beneath them - she was breathing in.
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1!
And the Vivern spun, right into the face of the first REV6, exhaling a gout of blindingly hot flames right into his face. Even that advanced armor didn't stand a chance. He, and two rows of the men right immediately behind him were instantly fried. At the exact same moment, Fubar squoze his trigger in rapid bursts of one or two shots each, expending his clip - the bullets hit the head and upper torso, killing three of the men almost instantly. Spines descended from the darkness on both sides, mowing down several and sticking into the armored canopy of the other REV6, sending it off balance with the force of the impacts, then sending it staggering into walls, firing madly with its laser at the adjacent buildings, totally unguided as the pilot's brain fired neurons at random from the spines playing jimmy with his brain, and the Point Man had the pick of the litter - they obviously hadn't expected it so sudden, so fierce, so their fire was going off blindly, natural human nature finding them distracted by the sharp glare of fire in their eyes, fire that had the heat to melt metal like chocolate gets melted like a blowtorch, and attacks from almost all sides. It was bedlam.
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The safehouse, one of the ones Eliza had chosen for her excursion to the city was blissfully bare of men - it was... admittedly quite remote beneath the city, sort of a forgotten old antechamber to the sewers, probably from an old fire. It was, however... spooky. Oddly fitting, too - an old... church? synagogue? Whatever it was, it had arching roof and a cleared floor.
The Broodmother sniffed wetly, and fished through her bookbag to find a piece of chalk. It was but the work of a moment to steady her hands. Shadowdancer's concern as he set her in the center of the bare floor was almost comical - the pain was intense, but she was getting to the point of going into shock again - the consumption of the Devourer lifeseed had put it off a good long while... but... but did she have time now? She gave a little cough and her head swam as she wrested the memories of the circle from her subconscious, and began to draw, leaving her box of chalk unregarded on the floor as Shadowdancer watched.
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Post by corriger on Apr 27, 2012 10:56:04 GMT -5
The Point Man didn't waste a single moment; his rifle was shouldered, and he had a clear enough view of the stragglers. The fire-spewing spider definitely did a number on that squadron... perhaps it was simply because he usually only had firearms to deal with the mechs, but the Point Man had never seen a mech taken down so easily, even with the use of explosives. If he spared himself a moment to really let it sink in, he'd have let a chill run up his spine. To think that he almost shot one of these creatures... As it were, however, he was too busy dealing with the remnants of the disoriented squadron. Fortunately, the fire had dealt with a good number of the squadron already; all it took was a few pulls of the trigger, and the three-round bursts of 5.56x45mm NATO rounds tore right through their face-masks and skulls, turned their brains into mush, and ejected said mush through the back of their skulls in a fantastic display of gore. Anything that was still standing even after Fubar's powerful roar of flames went down immediately, some of the bodies reflexively pulling the trigger of their weapons and sending further stray bullets about. And that was the end of that. The Point Man ejected the empty magazine and loaded a fresh one; that left him down to one spare. As he did, he listened to the radio chatter that came up on the headset. "Alpha Squad's gone dark... it's the prototype."
"Copy that. Orders?"
"Remain at your stations; he'll come to us. I'll send Bravo and Sigma Squads out with a few more REV6 mech units.
"Understood." The Point Man clenched his jaw, his brow furrowed in slight concern. They were just going to wait for him... and what's worse, that Phase Commander knew that he could hear their chatter... |
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Post by echidna on Jul 12, 2012 1:03:35 GMT -5
Fubar disdainfully ejected a clip from his rifle and used his tongue, holding the spare, to rapidly fill the gap. From the darkness above, his brothers descended upon all survivors, ensuring their deaths by removing their heads with quicksilver ease, looting their ammunition, their supplies, and a couple grenades. One of these Wardens took it into his head to remove the laser weapon from the arm of the mech as he did this, and Fubar barked in cynical laughter at something else that had been unspoken between them. His brothers and yes, even the spider, her jaws dripping with something like napalm, gave a chuckle.
The Warden brought the weapon and its trappings to Fubar, who shouldered the energy pack, slung the laser under one arm like it was a shotgun, and thoughtfully played with it until he figured out which bit he had to twitch to get it to fire. Dual wielding the assault rifle and the laser, he grinned, eyes dilating to reveal more of the shifting, featureless glow within, using his tongue to push his cowboy hat forward on his triangular skull.
"Yer a good shot, and yer balls practically touch the ground." Fubar said, producing a cigarette and using a puff of the laser to light it. Even on a face as alien as his he looked like a cigarette belonged between his black lips.
"Ah likes yer style." He finished and as one creature, the spider and the small squad of Wardens started down the alleyway.
"We've got their attention now. Shadowdancer can protect our mother... as long as we hold their attention." Clips were produced from the ground-bound Wardens and offered up to the Point Man.
"Ah won' even ask if yer up t'th'task at this point." A helicopter's roaring blades began to get more obvious as he spoke. "Two big fellas and a gunship. Three o'clock high, chopper on point in long delta - reckon they're keen on a flanking manouver, an' two transports fulla' lil shits - twelve and ten - they're rollin' 'round to scissor." He said, grinning like he ate satan.
"Haaa! Ah likes them odds!" He laughed, but his brothers were stony and quiet. They had the looks of people who would follow their leader to any end... but who were counting their blessings and coming up short changed. They were terrified in short, but big brother wasn't scared, was he? Not with a grin that size.
"We go an' make some noise - draw em out, make em focus all their aggro on us like we're rudolph the red nose fuckin' reighndeer, an' kill em dead." He told Point Man, and puffed at his cigarette. The Vivern was picking up speed in the alleyway, and Fubar was getting into a sturdy stance. His brothers were running on all fours now.
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Post by corriger on Jul 13, 2012 11:37:54 GMT -5
The prototype didn't spare a glance up at the grinning creature, his focus instead upon its news. A gunship, two squads - which would undoubtedly be carried in APCs - and power armor support... didn't sound so bad, what with these creatures by his side.
But he knew better. It was only going to get worse - it ALWAYS got worse.
The Point Man accepted the offered magazines - three spares... good enough - slipping them inside of his jacket before dismounting the spider. Powerful as his comrades may be... they were still in an alleyway. And unlike them, a single bullet could do a significant amount of damage to him. He needed to be as unrestrained as possible for what was to come...
Up ahead was a street, with a few vehicles to use as cover. It was very likely that the APCs would end up blocking off both sides of the street, not to mention that there would be a gunship providing air support. The REV6s wouldn't be a problem, if the moments prior were any indication, and the APCs' mounted turrets - and their operators - were otherwise vulnerable.
The only real issues would be the gunship, and the APCs' payload - the latter of which would be impossible to predict.
He trusted the creatures not to do anything that would put themselves too far into harm's way, and quickly moved behind a car - not too long after, the gunship finally came into view, with only a second being taken to assess the crew, sans a visible Point Man. And then... it took another few seconds to do whatever WASN'T involving the operation of its mounted guns.
Maybe it was because of the absence of the Point Man, or maybe the bizarre, inhuman appearance of the band of creature... whichever way you cut it, the Point Man had a feeling that the aircraft was gonna go down pretty soon for its hesitation.
Though he'd have to take care of the APCs, keep them and the squads from causing trouble... right now, in fact, since the two transports came barrelling on through the street. He stayed low, still hidden behind cover, while the two APCs blocked off either sides of the road. Just as predicted... not for the first time nor for the last, the world around him slowed to an apparent crawl, and he popped out of cover, G3A3 shouldered, finger on the trigger. Two burst of three, and the operators on the APC turrets slumped into their posts, lacking any discernible head. Unfortunately, it was all he was capable of doing - a split-second later, the two aformentioned REV6 power armors burst through the walls of the opposite building, and have immediately begun to fire.
Ducking back down, he steeled himself for what was to come as he heard the clustered COM chatter of the APCs' payloads, the soldiers all piling out at once. He could make out... six separate voices...
Only six?
He risked a peek around the car, before ducking right back down once gunfire erupted from the opposing force. Definitely six... three equipped with riot shields and SMGs, and three shotgun troopers supporting them. Why were there two APCs, but only six troops?
Unless... the rest of them had disappeared into the buildings... but he wouldn't be able to weed them out with all of this gunfire keeping him behind cover...
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