Megalith Chapter One: Conquest

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Megalith Chapter One: Conquest

Post by Charlie Pavolav » Tue Mar 12, 2019 10:02 am

For decades humanity had been embroiled in a terrible war that plagued and destroyed many of their colonies. They fought against the Hierarchy; a technologically superior foe whom often bombarded the planet from orbit in the event that they lost upon the surface. It wasn’t often in either case. Inch by bloody inch by dead body, humanity had been pushed back across the stars. Worst of all perhaps…

They were losing.

Thousands were homeless, millions were dead and many more missing in action. The Alliance’s most recent defeat at Passchendaele had left a wide swath open into the heart of their territory. The 3rd fleet had been responsible for holding that territory and had lost many ships in doing so. However, they had also made the enemy pay for each and every inch of territory that they had taken with the blood of thousands of bodies on both sides.

For now, the trenches lay filled with corpses both seemingly pristine as well as horridly mangled in a symphony of death. There were still resistance fighters there… few and far between; people made of steel.

Far away on the distant shoreline on Passchendaele the staccato of machineguns broke the silence as a Marine opened fire on an unwitting group of Hierarchy soldiers. A sharp crack sounded the death of another as the sniper peeled open the ugly carapace atop its head and sent it crashing to the ground… though it still twitched and tried to get up to attack. And in the distance the scent of burning ozone, flesh and cooked armor boiled into the air as plasma swept a grassy surface and left behind nothing but burned and blackened ashes in its wake as the Hierarchy swept yet another world. For a long while, the sight of the destruction might have caused many to think that man had simply gone insane.

But on Virginia… where the Alliance was and had rapidly been assembling reinforcement fleets… there stood the heroes of the generation; the ones that were to bring about a time of peace and tranquility to stop the madness. A brand new ship was being given the finishing touches as men and women were yanked from their beds, had a rifle shoved into their hands and were marched out towards the fields for impressment. There was little that anyone had to say about the matter. Many of them were terrified that they were going to die at the hands of an alien menace but many already knew… there was no such thing as surrender against such a threat. There was only fight... or die.

No one had chosen this war. No one had wanted things to have ever come to this. No one had wanted to be drafted. No one had wanted to be killed in a manner so cruel that it marked the very loss of humanity and the very souls of the people that they were sworn to protect.

Precious few of the people standing in the crowd had been properly trained. Most of them were merely conscripts who had never even seen a rifle before today. Yet the Empire of Virginia, part of the newly founded United Systems Alliance, had seen fit to put them into a phalanx to stand in the rain in their new uniforms as barbers shaved their heads while they stood there and doctors quickly did their physicals.

The raindrops fell in a staccato that the veterans of Passchendaele were going to find rather eerie as they struck the large leaves around them and caused a sound akin to a pitter patter of machineguns in the distance. And soon enough joining them was the sound of the machineguns echoing into the dying light of the dusk air. Merely a few miles away they could hear the sound of thousands of soldiers engaging in a conflict that they would never have any closure for. They were never going to know if those brave men and women out there were going to be victorious… if they were going to be enslaved… or dead. It wouldn’t have been surprising to see family members on the other front as what would come to be known as Virginia’s Great Invasion began to come into full swing. Still… they could hear the shrill, ear-splitting whistles that announced another charge to take place where radios were jammed. They could hear the booming crackle of thunder and lightning that signaled the artillery strikes. They could hear the sounds of the soldiers nearby screaming… and many of them never being granted the opportunity to come home again.

“Last two ranks! Get your asses out there to that front line!” shouted a man near the front of the formation as he walked along them. “Go on then!” he shouted, letting everyone present take a note of his thick Irish accent. Solemnly the final two rows of people in the formation made their way towards the chaos that had enveloped the majority of the world and threatened to swallow it whole. They were marching, if anyone dared to look, towards the sight of gasses that filled the lungs of the people there. And fire… fire everywhere.

The shuttles flew down from overhead and opened their doors as they descended with terrified pilots glancing upwards more often than not at the amount of flak that was filling the skies as more and more Hierarchy ships drifted out of orbit and began to hover above them.

“Eternal God, in whom mercy is endless and the treasury of compassion; inexhaustible, look kindly upon us and increase Your mercy in us, that in difficult moments we might not despair nor become despondent, but with great confidence submit ourselves to Your holy will, which is Love and Mercy itself. Amen.” – Catholic prayer for God’s Mercy

Some draftees were praying. Others were weeping as they clutched their weapons. Others were stone faced and unyielding among thousands of expressions. “Front rank! Prepare to board!” shouted the commander of the formation as four shuttles descended and slammed into the dirt hard enough to send dirt skittering forwards. The moment the shuttles were filled they were airborne yet again. “Second rank! Another dropship! Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!” the commander shouted in their ears. He seemed to have it all together… but it was far from the truth. Almost everyone present knew they were going to die at the hands of their invaders. The second group of shuttles took to the skies and almost immediately a swarm of Hierarchy fighters zipped past them, shot one of the shuttles to pieces and flew off as the pieces slammed into another shuttle and sent both of them crashing to the ground.

By that time most of the formation had been scooped up… and if they hadn’t then the last dropships were there to pick them up. “Last rank! Let’s move! Get aboard!” shouted the commander as the sounds of the fighting on the nearby front began to die off. It wasn’t a good sign… the Hierarchy didn’t simply surrender and humanity didn’t have that luxury. To make matters worse… the sounds of fighting were moving closer towards the group of newly drafted shipmates rather than away. “Last load! Get aboard!” shouted the commander as he ‘assisted’ others into the shuttles by shoving them in if they were unwilling or paralyzed by fear.
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Re: Megalith Chapter One: Conquest

Post by Aiyana_Aster » Tue Mar 12, 2019 1:04 pm

Vivian didn't want to be here. She wanted her old normal boring life back and not this drafted into war chaos. True her father taught her how to shoot and protect herself since the wars had already started but she would rather be sitting in front of an old piano and tickling those beautiful ivories keys. It was her passion and dream that was taken when she was called to " Serve humanity and protect Earth" but to her, that was hogwash at this point- what good could a simple girl from New Hampshire do?

Dressed in her armor, she gripped her gun tightly as she listened to the sound of soft crying from the others around her. She could hear the prayers of them and she let out a small breath. If others were praying then so would she, " Lord and Lady grant me the power of fire to burn the asses of the evil individual. The power of air to help them fly out of the airlocks. The power of water to wash my hands after choking the hell out of them. The power of the earth to bury the body so it may never be found. As I will it, so mote it be." She prayed softly. From that prayer, she got strange looks from everyone but it just made her smile, now that might make her look crazy but she believed in her goddess's abilities to protect her out in space and so she went on that faith.

With that, she found herself son being told get on and so she did, her boots clanking against the metal grate as she stepped up and then took her position. She looked over her rifle and made sure it was set to "no pewpew" for the moment and then slung it over her shoulder as she went and took a gunnery post. Sitting down, she adjusted the seat and made sure that her reloading ammo was close by. Viv looked calm and cool but on the inside, she felt terrified and scared. She wanted her parents but they were too old and she could still see their faces as she was driven off to training.

Lifting her visor for a moment she wiped a tear from her face, " Stay strong Viv...they are lighting candles for you to keep you safe, you'll be safe." she whispered to herself. She pulled out a small stone on a silver chain and tied it around her wrist. It was a good luck charm from her mother but also something to help keep her mind calm so that she wouldn't panic and just run and hide. She was barely an adult fighting in this old war and now her future laid in her abilities to shot the shit out of anything that came her way when told.
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Re: Megalith Chapter One: Conquest

Post by Adri Siglei » Tue Mar 12, 2019 2:48 pm

Earth, Tokyo.

The city flourished with life beneath that December night sky, where neon lights illuminated the streets and dressed the snow in faint glows of color. The salted highways bustled with thick waves of traffic, the sidewalks teeming with the Japanese people. And towering over it all were the skyscrapers, with the soft glow of the city flushing around their lower halves and their farther reaching companions being crowned with delicate clouds.

It was a normal Wednesday night, and Keijirou was falling in close to his grandmother as they walked through Tokyo, the cold air biting against Keijirou’s skin and drawing away any of his warm breaths that were caught adrift.

So much excitement filled Keijirou’s veins, because they were going to the bakery again tonight! And all he could think about was their delicious chocolate croissants, with the flakey, buttery exterior and warm, soft interior. Those things were to die for! But what Keijirou didn’t know is that, somewhere in this star system, there were people dying for more then just some sweet treat...

...At least not until that night.

Some gay laughter was shared between Keijirou and his grandmother, as the door to the bakery was pulled open and the thick aroma of delicious treats wafted into their faces, a jovial cry of the small chimes swaying into each other over the bakery’s door. Keijirou’s bright blue eyes were immediately drawn to the long display case of cakes and donuts, and all sorts of sugary delights dressed in glazes and frostings. He couldn’t even fully recall himself walking over to the case, where he then pressed his face against the glass and marveled over the massive variety.

Keijirou couldn’t remember exactly what drew him to turn his attention away from these sweets, but he vaguely recalls turning slowly to see that everyone in the bakery had gathered around at the end of the display case, where it broke off into a bar strip for people to sit and devour these tasty foods. Even his grandmother had started to wander over, gasping in some sort of alarm.

“What’re they looking at, gramma?” Keijirou asked softly, but he was given no answer. The old woman was drawn to something like the rest of these people, as if though they were insects to a light. And they started gasping in horror, if not breaking down and crying for some of them.

And so Keijirou tried to follow where they seemed to be looking, their heads tilted back a little to observe the television perched up in the corner of the little bakery.

It was like watching 9-11 all over again, only on a far larger scale. Keijirou watched as the screen lit up, the core of it dark. It was a planet! And the bright glow that trimmed its shape was the sun peeking out from behind it, or so Keijirou thought. But as he studied the screen further, he watched as red cracks began to fan over the dark core, and fire sweep over those glowing edges. It was on this night that Earth watched as the planets Gratonoa and Altair were purged from orbit by the Hierarchy, with Boston and Oxford soon to meet the same fate.

That night, Keijirou learned about war.


Virginia

The rain was cold on Keijirou Hikaru’s face. He studied the dark sky, watching it light up with the flashes of lightening or fire, and hearing the claps of war bellow from the horizon. And amidst all this chaos and Hell, Keiji was anchored there among the last of his formation, just a fifteen year old boy who was drafted into this hell, and stood there cradling his MK3A1 close to him like it was his only comfort in his entire existence anymore.

The padded vest around him had become even heavier, as rain soaked into the fabric and sought to bring him to his knees and begging for mercy. But soon enough, he was herded into the shuttle by the commanding officer with the rest of the sheep, his footsteps falling heavy into the mud beneath him before hearing metal boom around him.

Please, Keijirou thought to himself, as the shuttle doors shut with a thunderous crash and the metal bird make an almost-human hum from the motor straining to lift. I don’t want to die...

There was no escaping this fate now. Keijirou could feel the weight of his heart falling fast into his stomach as the shuttle began drifting off, the sound of the rain battering into the bird filling Keijirou’s ears in terrifying waves whether the shuttle flew with or against the storm. He visibly shook in place, unsure of what the future held for him.
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Earth, Tennessee

Frank toiled under the hot heat of the sun beating down his neck as he worked on his family's farm, he had plans with his highschool sweetheart to meet down at the creek once he was done tilling the feilds. however being called back to the house by his old man he sighed wondering if he had done somthing wrong only to be shocked when listening around the radio in the home catching breif moments of the panic and horror he had family in boston cousins and his older brother. the next few hours at the home were writh with morning and anger.

withen the next several hours came the draft and with it his conversation with his father who supported his choice his mother and his gf on the otherhand did not butover time and with the promis to write them anytime he could. after getting his drafting papers he waved goodbye to his family hopping on the nearest greyhound as he headed to virginia

Virginia

Frank hearded onto the ship with his lmg fasted with his gear on his person the mud the rain and the thundering boom looking to the various people the worried the scared faces of all nationalitys and those leaving it all behind and that all may not make it back in anymore than a coffie can. once onboard with everyone else Frank pulled out a harmonica and began plaing a slow but happy tune onboard the ship in attempt to make others feel better.
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Re: Megalith Chapter One: Conquest

Post by Charlie Pavolav » Wed Mar 13, 2019 7:40 pm

The shuttles rose into a gray sky as lightning crashed and burned the heavens and flak and plasma arced dangerously close to them. The wind threatened to send their shuttles to the ground even just as much as the hostile air fire. “Hang on! Hang on! Hang on!” barked the pilot as he banked hard to the side as a pair of Hierarchy fighters blitzed past them and gunned down the shuttle that was ahead of them. Plasma flashed beautifully against the dark skies and the shuttle went up in a blaze as her fuel lines ruptured, caught fire and burned every occupant to a bloody crisp. One man even leapt from the shuttle trying to get away from the flames only to sacrifice himself upon the altar of freedom in another way rather than dying to the fate that had seen his comrades killed.

The pilot’s pants were soaking as he turned the shuttle into a dive. The majority of the liquid was not water either… at least not water from the skies. Two Eagles blitzed into position on either side of the shuttle.

“You’re all humanity’s last hope!” their commander, the one from earlier, barked as he grabbed onto the handrail above him and seemed unphased by the constant shifting and weaving of the aircraft. “Earth has been hit!” he shouted above the chaos as the Eagles split the formation to chase away bandits that had been previously lining up for another strike on their tail.

“ENGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!” shouted a Marine in the back of the shuttle as he wrapped his hands around the handles of a machinegun and sprayed at the enemy with guns ablaze just like the thick Cuban cigar in his mouth that bobbed up and down with the recoil of the weapon. There were no controlled bursts of gunfire but instead a constant stream of gunfire that impacted one of the enemy fighters. It glanced off the hull for the most part… but Cigar Marine was indifferent as he brought the barrel to a smoking hot red color and then to a white color as it burst into flames once the titanium rifling caught fire. It was a useless weapon now… but it seemed to have done the trick in getting their foe to piss off.

“You’re all being assigned to third fleet under the comman’ of Jonas Polanski! He’s one of the best admirals we have in this age! Served under ‘im m’self! You’ll be well underway to winning this damn war if you just do what needs ta’ be done! From here on out, you’re not trainees anymore! You’re soldiers! Training or not! Rifle or not!” the commander shouted as the shuttle banked back towards the skies.

“Stand up!” another NCO barked as he reached up, grabbed a handrail and took hold of it. “I am petty officer Horvath! I will be in command of you lot until further notice! We’re going to rendezvous with the brand new Washington class ship that was just shat out of the factories! You will serve proudly onboard for as long as it takes! Win the war, we go home early! Lose and we’re all dead! Fight until your dying breath!”
’The Eagle, grown beyond the wildest dreams of men it’s known
Was first to reach the Heavens above all the world below
By steel and wood, by sweat and blood
On wings of woven cloth
He slipped the surly bonds of Earth to touch the face of God
But in knowing times of trouble and the Devil that they bring
Are only thwarted by the will to fight he raised his might wings
And prepared for war, thus guarding peace for Liberty his love
He shall deliver unto Evil death dealt swiftly from above’
- Alliance Marine poem; author unknown
The shuttle nearly clipped a building as Cigar Marine grabbed onto the gun for support. “Hang onto somethin’!” the Cigar Marine shouted as he somehow managed to keep his cigar from flying from his mouth despite the sharp turns that were literally causing people to lift off from the deck.




“Y’kv’ir da’isno mok de shana!” shouted a voice from the ground as the shuttle sped around one of the corners and a reptilian hand extended into the skies to point directly at their shuttle. There were chitters, roars, squawks and honks exchanged from the monsters that had invaded the city of Elsea as plasma rifles were pointed skywards. The bolts began to fly as they shot down the shuttle and multiple bolts hit the aircraft on its engines; one of which combusted and burst like confetti.

“Ik’nar de shayar!” shouted another voice as the shuttle’s engine belched more flames and spat fuel onto the ground.




The shuttle careened violently as its engine blew and the other failed to keep it airborne. As it spiraled into a building multiple people were killed including the commander, pilot, copilot and the air crew. Mysteriously however, Cigar Marine had seemed to simply vanish from sight… and Sergeant Horvath as well.
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Post by Lone_badass » Wed Mar 13, 2019 9:21 pm

As the shuttle bucked and weaved threw the gunfire Franks head hung low

"how did i think this was going to go any different people will die that is war but why these people why me "i swear if i can help it ill make sure i can get as many people out of here" Frank thought to himself as the gunner with the cigar said to hold onto something frank didn't have much time as the ship ate dirt groggly getting up he noticed the gunner and their sargent moving around he moved to each of the downed group members on the shuttle taking the dogtags on each of their bodies to bring home to their familys.

"sound off like you got a pair!....who's still able to move we need to move out?" Frank yelled threw the shuttle as a warm sticky liquid fell from his brow most likly cut when they fell out of the sky.

moveing back to the pilots cabin he exited threw the broken windshield scanning the area his lmg shouldered.
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Post by Adri Siglei » Thu Mar 14, 2019 9:56 am

Virginia

Keijirou hugged that MK3A1 even closer, till the collapsible stock dug hard into his chest and somehow closer still. His heart battered against his ribs painfully, with fear rushing into his veins as sickening waves of adrenaline. And as the bird swayed far and wide, rocking him and the other passengers side to side, he fought the growing urge to just vomit onto his own feet, and he couldn’t tell if the nausea was from the hectic motion of the shuttle or the reality transpiring around him; war, and the fact that they may all die today. Of course, supporting this theory is when suddenly the shuttle swung around, the loud roar of the engines bursting and the sharp cry of metal straining booming against Keijirou’s eardrums.

The best way to describe how a swirling bird feels in the moment is to think of a merry go round, only it’s overpowered and spinning at several miles per hour. Once it really gets going, there’s a force that shoves you back the faster it goes, growing stronger untit it pushes against your lungs and you can’t breathe anymore. Well, for Keijirou, this was the merry go round from hell. And he was not having fun.

When the shuttle began spiraling, Keijirou seemed unsure of whether to hang onto the handrail for dear life or his MK3A1. And when he finally reached for the rail, it was far too late. In a brief moment where gravity seemed not to exist, that MK3A1 slipped from Keijirou’s grasp, and when the gravity switch was flipped back on the poor boy was bucked back against the wall of the shuttles belly, the brute force causing his head to smack into the metal shell. If this didn’t knock him out cold, however, the weight of that MK3A1 amplified being thrown against his chest certainly might have.

The fabric of reality seemed to be falling apart, or at least in Keijirou’s concussed mind it was, as everything became an abstract blur of darkness and light clashing against each other, the glow of the engines burning blinking across Keijirou’s vision like a strobe light. The scream of the shuttle descending fast deafened him, the booms of it striking against solid earth rattling through his body.

Can’t... breathe...

The thought was more a cry from his lungs then any cogitation of his own. He couldn’t breathe, the sensation of someone squeezing his lungs to absolute death was too strong for him to fight against. At this final moment, he was like a beached fish choking on the oxygen rather then actually processing it, and it forced Keijirou to black out when the shuttle finally crashed to a violent stop.
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Vivian was holding on, she was ready for anything- except take off. She didn't want to leave and having to leave made her already homesick. When she heard the voice talking, she just closed her eyes and took nervous breaths as she tried to steady her nerves as she stood up. Turning to attention, she stood silently, arms folded behind her back as she waited and listened to another, 'Serve your country rant.' when it was over she went to sit back down, strapping herself in before hell broke loose.

When they were first hit, she felt all her bravado fade off. Lights were flashing as things went to chaos. The buckle and straps of her seat held her firmly, her hand gripped her pendant tightly as her body jerked around as the shuttle was hit again and again.

The crash felt worse, she must have blacked out for a second because in the next moment they were no longer moving and she could hear the sounds of her fellow soldiers hollering out to each other and she was just trying to get herself righted up. Unbuckling herself, she did a quick self-check. She had a goose egg and a split on her forehead and rattled nerves- so nothing too serious yet.

Once out of her seat, she pulled her rifle off of her back and put it to hang at her side as she started to look around for anyone who might need help, " Gods...protect us." she whispered softly as she looked over a few dead bodies and took their tags and put them in her bag so that they wouldn't just be cannon fodder for this seemingly endless war. When she was done that she started to look for SOMEONE who might be in charge for what they were to do, do they stay or do they go out? Well, when she found the commander and pilots dead she let out a small curse and kicked a wall, " Of course." she muttered as she stayed there now, thinking as she debating on going outside to see who the hell had shot them down in the first place.

"Why the hell not."she muttered to herself as she then went to the door's of the shuttle, her eyes looking them over before deciding that she would wait to see what any of the other survivors might want to do before stepping out into what was most likely a battle.
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Post by Charlie Pavolav » Thu Mar 21, 2019 12:13 pm

The shuttle landed in the middle of a busy square and remained lodged in the second floor of an apartment complex. There was scattered staccato of gunfire all around. Perhaps more intimidating was the large cluster of crap that they had landed themselves upon. In all directions the Hierarchy advanced towards them and for a small moment the situation seemed dire. The streets were filled with cold blooded bodies that almost seemed to have made a living ocean of enemies that threatened to overrun Elsea.

“Hold the line! HOLD THE LINE!” shouted a Virginian Royal Marine down the street a ways as he and about a dozen other Marines wielded broadswords and extremely large caliber handguns rather than the typical Mk3 series rifles like everyone else had. “Sons of Elsea! Sons of York and of Abaddon! The enemy approaches us in this darkest hour! We must resist and bite! Fight them! Fight them everywhere! Let not a one of these damned curs pass us by!” the Royal Marine Captain shouted as he plunged his blade into the mouth of a Balalonian that got too close before ripping the blade free and shooting the creature in the head.

It was a macabre sight to see. The Royal Marines were among the finest troops in the known galaxy and they were quickly going to be overrun if no one helped them. “Anubis! Preserve us!” shouted one of the Marines just before a hammer slammed into his chest and knocked him onto his back foot. It was quickly followed by a second swing of an axe which forced the Marine to kneel as his shoulder separated from his body and then finally a knee into his face which smashed it in like an overripe watermelon.

Another was shoved onto his belly and as he tried to rise another enemy pushed him back down with a boot against his shoulders before running him through with a sword. Gasses began to fill the streets as artillery fell from the skies like a hellish rain to end the violence.

And down the street the other direction…

Alliance Marines were busy funneling civilians through a military checkpoint. “This way! Keep moving! Don’t stop! Keep going! Have your children with you!” shouted one of the gate guards as the others donned masks to prevent caustic gasses from reaching their lungs. More artillery rained from the sky and this time… it wasn’t friendly.

The gasses that arose from the wailing shells forced blood vessels to violently constrict and dilate in the lungs of those afflicted before moving to other parts of the body. People everywhere were coughing up blood, bits of lungs and more as their eyes began to bleed and their ears dripped with the liquid. “Contact! Contact!” shouted one of the Marines lucky enough to have his mask on when the shelling began. Many Balalonians had run across the street, noticed the civilians and were then charging into them and striking them without remorse. Arms and legs were ripped off bodies and eaten, children were snatched away from their mothers and chomped into bloody bits right before their eyes. Some tried fighting… but Balalonians were notorious for their incredible strength and prowess in battle.

And the battle for the skies wasn’t going much better.

”Ogre one four defensive!” a pilot’s radio bled into their ears as a jet screamed past their position and dodged around a nearby skyscraper while being chased by an enemy ship. It was in turn chased by another friendly pilot whom zipped around the corner to chase down the plane in an effort to save his wingman.

”Ogre one four, your left engine’s been hit. Can you stay airborne?”

”Negative! Negative! I am losing fuel too fast and have multiple engine fires at this time! I’m punching out!” the pilot of the first plane called just as more plasma lanced across the backside of the jet and her secondary engine exploded. ”Ejection seat is malfunctioning! I’m going down hard!”

But the team had their own issues… mainly with the very shocked and very surprised Balalonians that were currently staring them down in primarily open field.
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Re: Megalith Chapter One: Conquest

Post by Lone_badass » Thu Mar 21, 2019 3:50 pm

Frank turned to his hmg then back at the surprised enemy keeping most his body behind cover he started spewing 7.62 rounds from his hmg in bursts just like in training. first 100 rounds shred these weird dogs his missed shots echo off the concrete, and area around the intended targets kicking up dust and degree. moving his come piece dial to alliance channels his arms feeling like jelly but his body felt like someone replaced his blood with cafeen he was so jiddery

"This is Pvt. Sterling of Betsy 1 4 weave gone down behind enemy lines, engaging contact with some weird dogs and rifleman of the enemy should we wait for relief or is their a rally point we can link up with how copy?"
Frank noticed a better equipped enemy and trained his gun letting loose 100 rounds all for him to bad he couldn't catch them all "fuck you!!" Frank began repeating his message threw the alliance and friendly comm channels hoping for the best.
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Post by Adri Siglei » Fri Mar 22, 2019 7:58 am

Keijirou Hikaru stirred slowly back into reality. His body was thrown somewhere in the belly of the shuttle, he knew this only because of the lukewarm metal that met his skin. Every inch of him ached, pulled down by some unknown tremendous weight of the world. And though the cries of gunfire yelled into his ears, the tinnitus-like ringing was even louder, nearly muffling each call of the HMG outside.

Keijirou eventually managed to split apart his eyelids, though his vision was as blurry as a camera in motion. His eyes rolled slowly in their sockets, where he tried to grasp the threads of reality’s fabric and make sense of what was around him, but everything remained abstract. He rolled his shoulders, feeling his body slide and fall onto its side with a click! and a Thud!

He could vaguely make out the dark outline of his MK3A1, where the fiery glow outside spilled into the shuttle and glared over the rifle. And despite the shock that had befelled him, he still reached over for that gun and drug it closer to him, cradling the cold shell of it even if for just a moment.

It was almost as if reconnecting to the MK3A1 had pulled Keijirou partially out of his concussion, where the blur of his vision now sharpened just a bit and his hearing became more focused. The tinnitus had fallen back enough that the sounds in the world became the dominant factor, where the HMG had spent its last few rounds and something like a dog was wailing in the distance. Keiji gazed out upon a sea of rock and metal, brass and what have you, where the apartment wall had collapsed into rubble and the teeth that remained chewed away at the shuttles shell. He also found that it was comically tilted, with one of its wings snapped off.

Keijirou gathered up onto his feet, lugging that MK3A1 up into his arms and readying it for war. He might’ve been dazed a bit from his concussion from being rag dolled in the shuttle, but he obviously wasn’t going to die that easily! That, or... well... God had a better plan for him, and he’d fall dead the first step he’d take out of this shuttle. Sigh, it’s an explode or be exploded world out there, and apparently Keiji didn’t want to miss a beat in it, judging by how he stupidly rushed out of the shuttle. But maybe that’s because he thought the coast was clear, and therefore he leapt onto the beaches only to find that that coast was anything but.

“Suppressive fire!” He called out, lifting the rifle butt against his shoulder and squeezing the trigger till his knuckles went white, as he spilled bullets a bit wildly at the enemy forces up ahead. Whether he intended to shoot in such a frenzy with no accuracy or not, we will never know. He’ll probably say that he did, just so that he didn’t have to face the embarrassment in the future.

Two bursts and the MK3A1 jammed on the third pass, and Keijirou literally threw himself aside and slid up behind a rock (or a heap of collapsed wall, or whatever) and worked on getting the gun free again. He was good at musical jams, but not the metallic hi ho hi ho, go the fuck away yo ones. And amidst the rush of anxiety and frustration he found that he couldn’t get it free on the first few tries, and immediately looked around for help.

And help he did find!

While it wouldn’t unjam the MK3A1, it would lessen the enemy’s side of things. In the apartment across the plaza, a few good floors up, he noticed a helicopter plunged mostly through it. The nose was sticking out, it’s gunnery lowered down and missiles stocking its partial wings. And while Keijirou wasn’t necessarily good at fixing jams, he certainly was good at hacking a making more.

Keijirou went to work at his utility gauntlet and easily hacked into the helicopters terminal, but when he went to use the 30mm auto cannon, it aimed and immediately jammed up on him. And in a frantic rush to actually do something right, he launched a hellfire missile instead and felt the ground boom as rubble flung wildly into the air, his eardrums popping as heat rushed up and singed his eyebrows from where he couldn’t yank his head back behind the rock fast enough.

Keijirou might’ve been screaming, but to him he was just groaning because as of right now he couldn’t hear at all. The tinnitus was filled the entirety of his ears, and the only reason he figured he was groaning was because he could feel his vocal cords vibrate in his throat. Each ring jabbed into his brain, and he clasped his hands to the sides of his head trying to block it out.
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