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| Draco | Nov 21 2010, 04:12 AM Post #1 |
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PC Name: Clint Reisz MPA: Slaughter Dagger squad "ETA to the target is one hour, kiddies," the Armored Car driver reported. "Make sure your belts fit and your team colors are on." Within hours of a strange distress call being received, the 5th Special Mechanized Operations Forces squad's power armors and stolen armored car had been hastily repainted for special deployment. The Slaughter Daggers were now blue and white, a more pleasant color scheme in Clint's opinion, and the car carried symbols identifying it as a member of the Washington D.C. police force. The deception was deemed necessary as the target was located in the middle of what was considered Ranger territory and most, if not all, Rangers were considered enemies of the government. "Any word on backup yet?" Clint Reisz asked, checking that the connections between his Dagger and its IWSP pack were secure. "The word is the same as it was when we left," the driver said. "'Don't count on it.'" "I wish we'd had time to mount a chain gun on top," Jimmy Caruso muttered as he cleaned the barrel of his precious Agni launcher. "It'd stick out like a sore thumb," Dakota Kinsland answered. "Though I gotta agree, Sarge. Wish we had a bigger gun if we're not getting support." "We'll be fine without it," Clint said reassuringly. "Standard formation has enough firepower to make due." The ride from Washington D.C. to investigate a mysterious signal gave Clint a bad feeling, though after a week of finding nothing in the nation's capitol and presenting reports about the Nemesis the squad had found in Helena, getting back into the field was enough to curb most of his misgivings. The other squad members were busy making their final preparations, leaving Clint to wonder if this mission was going to have anything to do with their last. "Just keep us posted," Clint ordered the driver. "I'm getting suited up in case things are hot when we get there." |
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| Draco | Nov 24 2010, 05:55 AM Post #2 |
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"Oh man, all that work painting down the tubes 'cause Beavis and Butthead up there don't know how to keep a story straight," Dakota muttered as the squad began moving into the structure. "We'll worry about it later," Clint said. "Right now we've got about thirty seconds before we go in. Leola, you and I go in first. Jimmy and Dakota in after us." Combat inside the building would undoubtedly be close-quarters and the Dark Falcons had prepared with Sword and Launcher Strikers equipped with each member bringing a beam rifle. Clint watched the demolitions experts prepare to blow an entrance into the facility for the power armor squads to enter through, starting with the Slaughter Daggers. Their armored vehicle was parked nearby, ready to swap out mission packs at a moment's notice while two unarmored foot soldiers stood watch. "And keep an ear out for that tank," Clint added. "Last thing we need is for those damn mercs to drop the roof on our heads." Jimmy and Dakota crouched, aiming their large beam cannons towards the breeching point while Leola held her large sword with both hands. They were as ready to enter as they would ever be, Clint reckoned. "Falcons, this is Control," their truck driver said. "We'll keep watch over the rich kids and the road warriors. The mall cops are still peeved at us, but I've just received word that we can still trust them not to slam a knife in your side." "Roger that, Control," Clint answered back. "Here we go..." |
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| Draco | Nov 27 2010, 04:46 AM Post #3 |
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The Dark Falcons moved quickly through the facility with a squad of soldiers behind them, grabbing every portable document, memory device, and small computer that wasn't bolted down. When necessary, one of the Slaughter Daggers would plug into an access port to download and transmit data to the troops waiting outside. So far, progress had been steady; the USMP had yet to encounter any of the other groups that were infiltrating the facilities from other directions. "Sir, one of our sentry groups is reporting shots fired elsewhere in the facility," one of the foot soldiers reported to Clint. "Any idea who's shooting?" Clint asked, turning away from watching a download in progress. "Negative. All we know is they're using beam weapons," the soldier answered. "I advised them to hold position since we didn't bring any heavy weapons in." "No heavy weapons but us," Clint corrected. "Falcons, we're doing a recon. Dakota, stay here and guard the recovery operation." One of the Launcher-equipped Daggers nodded and raised its beam rifle, watching over the unarmored troops. Clint led Leola and Jimmy down a hallway, marking possible points for recovery as they neared the sentry team that had reported the shooting. "Glad to see you, sir," one of them said. "We don't have enough firepower to deal with a lot of Power Armors." "Just watch our backs," Clint advised. "We won't be long." The three Armors moved slowly down the hall, keeping their scanners on the lookout for other Armors. Jimmy's cannon was held steady with its barrel aimed down the hall, ready to fire at a moment's notice while Clint and Leola prepared for a close-quarters battle. "What happens if we really do run into a huge battle?" Leola asked privately. "Same as always: follow my lead," Clint answered. "I'll figure out who to shoot first." |
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| Draco | Nov 28 2010, 04:38 PM Post #4 |
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"Ah hell..." Jimmy muttered. "Sounds like they've gone to war in there." "And we have no idea who's shooting who," Clint agreed. "We need a way around." "I'll get in touch with Control," Leola suggested. "Maybe they can give us a way around." Clint nodded and began creeping towards the sounds of battle. If they couldn't get a route around, they would have to either pick a side in battle or run through it and pray their laminated armor held up, and the latter option meant none of the unarmored troops could follow them in. Silently, he prayed an alternate route could be found as he watched several beams fly by. Peeking his head around the corner, Clint saw a huge, green armor opening fire on a crowd of much smaller armors. "Any luck finding that alternate route yet?" Clint asked, ducking back into cover before someone tried taking him out. |
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| Draco | Dec 2 2010, 02:45 PM Post #5 |
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"Son of a bitch..." Clint muttered, looking at the wall that stood in his team's way. "Artillery, punch us a hole!" The two Launcher-equipped Daggers stepped forward with cannons raised. With precision timing and aim, their blasts hit the wall dead center, pushing into it with terrifying force. They poured it on, sustaining the blasts until the cannon barrels began to overheat. At Clint's signal, they ceased fire to find barely any change. Clint looked closer, trying to find any sort of weakness he could exploit to get him and the support squad out. "Sir, we've got a hostile incoming!" the GM squad leader announced. Clint turned to look at the Gundam threatening the USMP withdrawal; a green-and-white Gundam with a sniper rifle his database called Dynames. He raised his rifle, firing twice, and watched as the target spun out of the way. "It's a long-range model, troops!" Clint announced. "Leola, you and I will engage in close combat! The rest of you, if we aren't near it, shoot it!" Two of the Slaughter Daggers drew their massive swords as the other six armors moved back to give them room to fight. |
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