Hunters (Actual RP)

Quil pulled out her gun and shot the guy holding Wolf who quickly fell over dead. She looked at the other scouts as they started diminishing in numbers. Something didn't feel right she ran inside the ship and turn on radar. There were two against a wall. She looked outside. She got up quickly.

"Sir, two men are hiding against that wall." Quil stated as she shot another scout aiming to shoot at her.

 

Hak hid behind a rock "..." he quickly scanned the area and looked through the scope on one of his guns. " Crap it's a diversion..." he said as he saw a group of about 9 or 10 shadow legion gunners. He jumped on top of the rock and scored a headshot on one of the scouts. "Sir it's a diversion they knew we were coming !"

 

Will nodded, taking his sniper and going up along the ridge. As he watched the squad form up and slowly advande he took out two more guards who were trying to ambush the squad, reloading quickly and silently after they fell. As he grabbed his DMR and slung it to his back he activated his cloaking and moved forward even farther, seeing the base on the other side of the ridge. "Wolf, there's a base on the opposite side of the ridge. Thermal shows that a portion of the rock is different where the two cloaked guards were. Optimal place for an entrance." He breathed into his comm.

 

***Back on Earth***​

Elise Krieszenz​

Elise made her way to the back field of a large rugged terrain while leading a gang of younger men who were all carrying their riffles close at hand. She was the one who taught them basic shooting skills with her father in hopes that one day they'd join up with one of the government's militaries. A lot of things, lately, have been going on in the space region and sometimes the new recruits were more than welcomed to join. Atleast, the Space Police always seemed to need new men to join their ranks.

As the targets were being set up in the distance, Elise couldn't help but think about what could be happening outside of the Earth reaches. Her and her father were always glued to the news on the television, but I guess work was more important than sitting down and reading through the new depressing headlines every single day.

She looked back down the terrain, noticed that everything was good to go and shouted at the top of her lungs, "FIRE!"

 

Crash sat looking at a computer screen. He watched the radar waiting to see if there was any movement. He was at the GDMC headquarters, anticipating a battle to begin with an alien race.
"Dang, why do they hate us so much? We have lost so many men just trying to protect all the human populations." He stated to a nearby soldier who was part of his pilot squadron. He soon saw a small blip on the radar.
"Here we go again."

 

Will steadied his sniper against a rock, clicking the scope back into normal. He dropped two shots, one hitting a sniper in the head, the other hitting the bolt of the other sniper's gun. Will calmed himself and breathed, aiming down the scope again, taking the other sniper out cleanly. "Done, looking for a way in through that back door on the bridge." Will said, tabbing a button with his chin inside his helmet, doing an electronics scan on the rock face. He noticed a control panel along with wiring along most of the ridge. "Wolf, it's a hanger! I repeat, it's a ship hanger! Keypad is on the right side, chest level, should be a odd colored rock over it." Will barked, sprinting towards the rest of the squad while swapping his sniper out for his DMR. Will turned as bullets flew past him. As he spun and bicycled backwards he shot two of the elite gunners with headshots, the other two wounding them in vital areas such as chest or stomach.

 

Will dived from the squad of elites and finished them off. He turned his head, helmet analyzing the bridge supports. "Wolf, get everyone over now! It can only take a few more hits!" Will said, lifting his DMR and dropping two of the jetpack soldiers with clean shots. As he turned he noticed that he stood between what appeared to be a battalion and the bridge. "Wolf, get everyone over there, I'll hold them off!" Will barked in his comm, DMR going off repeatedly.

 

*Back on Earth*

Dento sly's in with the rest of the people following behind Elise, though It is kind of obvious that Dento doesn't belong there. He attempts to hide himself in the crowd dressed in his Kimono and his brief case at his side.

They all get get set up and ready to fire, him still trying to hide himself. At this point, he has no weapon in hand. He slowly unlatches his brief case and opens it up. He reaches in and feels around till he stops, and slowly pulls out a high power Pistol. He then grabs a load, and aims it at the target. All of a sudden the word is yelled, as everyone begins to fire.

Dento fires his gun as it resonates with a different sound then everyone else's guns. Most stop and look over at Dento confused as to why he was using a Pistol and not a Rifle like everyone else, but Dento never really payed them much mind.

 

Supporting his muscle-mass armor and his heavyweight minigun, it hadn't yet been apparent to Grayson that the grunts had their aim set on the beams that held up the bridge's mainframe, though after some thought and his Cerephibian speciality enhanced vision picking up the motion of each smoke stream from the RPGs leading directly under him instead of at him, the conclusion had been obvious, and that meant he'd have to run.

Grayson ran back to other end of the bridge, the event horizon had been met at the point, and the safest bet was to make way to the hanger bay. He shot at all the jetpacking troops, firing just about three thousand rounds per minute as he took three out of the sky. He looked over to Will as the movement was unexpected and not administered by a commanding officer and gave the man a nod -- his tanking skills were needed in hot zones such as these, he just hoped he wouldn't get torn apart for backing up a team with un-surpressed fire.
He flicked a switch on his utility pad that made his armor bloom a high, bright red; deliberately drawing the most attention to himself as his suit was made to take multiple hits at a time unlike the stealth class or the commander, himself, who was a few yards ahead of Grayson on the bridge, though through the massive fire, not even banshee's shriek would alert his attention.

Grayson tapped his comm wave, bringing up a direct cooperative squad speak line to the commander.
"Commander Branson, I repeat, Commander Branson -- This is Big Brother-312/Actual. I've made my way a few yards behind yourself and I'm currently drawing in a lot of fire as need be. I got a monitor reading from my utility pad, and it appears that there's a high powered electromagnetic shield that's securing the entire hanger.
Sir, if we have to go along with hacking Shadow Legion's entire outpost just to open that shield, use a jet propelled gunship, or even my own explosive demolition charges, I can escort you safely over to the hanger entrance as the others take out any straying enemies defending the holdout, though only if you request my efforts, Commander."

He awaited a response, hoping his intel would be found necessary and he could do his part by blowing some stuff up and he shifted his weight across the bridge, bullet scattering and hitting his juggernaut armor.

 

Will was slowly being backed up towards the bridge, his rifle spitting bullets left and right. As the squadron started to surround him he started cracking enemies in the head with the butt of his gun, along with letting bullets fly in the different directions. As they all started to close in the DMR clicked emptily. Will drew the knife from the shoulderpad of his armor, slicing out and taking two or three down at a time. "Wolf, get that door open! I'll make a run for it when you do, then I was you to blow the bridge, sending this battalion to the bottom of a canyon!" Will barked, knife quickly being soaked in blood.

 

A smirk curved against the scaly muzzle of Grayson's face as Wolf knocked out the orange mineral, revealing a hidden keypad the commander would use to hack the terminals and release the asynchronous linear-induction generator, slowing down and/or quite possibly halting the external forcefield motor of the electromagnetic shield.

Grayson set his armor back to its average hue, disabling the red aggro-attraction glow altogether as he reloaded the M134 minigun. He turned back to Wolf, armed ready to light up some Shadow Legion bastards.
"Sir, yes, sir!" Grayson responded, darting his eyes back and forth in hopes to catch any tangos within his range.
He spotted a couple here and there, providing cover for the commander until he would be all set and the shields would be disabled. Hopefully a four character passcode would be enough.

 

***Back on Earth***​

Elise Krieszenz​

"All right, cease-fire!" Elise yelled out. The men who were in charge of taking down and putting back up the targets made their way out into the field in order to put up some new ones. It wasn't exactly a fun job, but atleast it payed well. It's also a lot better than doing it myself, she thought.

Elise looked out at the crew of men all gathered around. They all looked fairly average except for one who stood out a lot more than the others. He was dressed in a kimono and wasn't carrying the normal riffle in hand.

"Are you a regular around here or are you new at this ?", she asked. "Anyways, it doesn't really matter, it's just nice to know when there's a new person around. It's a decent shooting range and a fair number come out this way in hopes of joining the military or doing something productive with their lives."

She looked back out in the terrain and noticed that practically all of the targets were set back up again. "We'll wait a few moments before the second round."

 

Hak started slashing at some of the shadow legion idiots trying to conserve ammo just in case some more appeared. "Damn how many of these idiots have they hired !" he said stabbing one in the neck "There's no end to them !" he pulled out one of his guns and started to headshot as many of the enemys as he could. He then heardc a rumble from a distance he recognized it. "Shit they have tank !" He said turning to his commander. "They have a tank sir !"

 

A puny glint sparkled out from the corner of Grayson's eye, catching what was the reflection of excess energy draining from the boosted gravity propulsion drive the armored assault vehicle and not to mention its high-powered plasma mortar were stabilized on. He heard in the background of heavy fire and Wolf's typing "They have a Tank, sir!" which hadn't been an unexpected realization, though a surprising one.
Grayson turned to face the tank, as it had appeared as though it was of Cerephibian engineering.

"S-Sir..." Grayson stammered, "That tank, it looks as if it was not as much as designed as formulated by the modern advances of 'neotech' on Encephelios, my own homeworld. Commander, the layout is almost exact to the product of the early Cerephibian Heavy Assault Carriage and the Type-2 one man occupant Plasma Support Beam." His eyes magnified, exposing a clearer, more vivid image of the vehicle with his multi-ocular vision. He didn't want to say anything out loud, trying to believe in his mind it all was a mistake - a lie, even a setup perhaps, though know doubt if it wasn't Cerephibian neotech, it was surely based on it or manufactured by a Cerephibian freelance contractor.

"That thing could very well be Cerephibian neotech..." Grayson murmured to himself, although that couldn't be set as his main conundrum at the moment, as there were lives at stake, and he had to do what he did best to benefit and save his team. Grayson shook his head, displacing his prior thoughts, "Commander, it's your call, I can lock on to the tank with my rocket launcher, try to dismantle the external singular support network and the internal reroute station to the electromagnetic auxiliary battery and its backup generator, though it may take time out of the escort mission. It's a chance. Though if anyone's got the heavy firepower on this squad to dismantle a unit like that and the knowledge on the vehicle's basis, it's I, sir."

 

Grayson nodded, "It'd be my pleasure, Commander."
A bead of sweat curled down his scaly cheek and rolled of his sharp chin. He mounted his rocket launcher on his shoulder, peering through the eyepiece until he had locked on automatically to the mobile tank unit, a repetitive barrage of single high-pitched "beeps" designating the tagged area.
Grayson exhaled, the crags and mines going silent as gunfire was muzzled and explosions went still. His talon gripped around the trigger through his heavy built glove, Grayson tapped into a public directive comm that linked with the squad --

"This Big Brother-312/Actual, I have pinpointed the current objective, and I am preparing to take out the target with explosive handling and unstoppable force. If we are clear, I am initiating a countdown towards when bystanders should proceed to take cover." Grayson shut his eyes tight, "Launching in three... two... one..." And instantaneously, the sound returned, everything, as Grayson closed his index finger over the trigger.
There was a loud whizzing sound that pierced his eardrums, firing the guided rocket straight through enemy fire and penetrating the charged projectile into the tank. There were burst of sparks and then a large explosion that shook the earth, with recoil, sending Grayson back to bridge before trying to brush it off. He stood back up, placed the RPG to his side and continued to move up with Wolf, avoiding any shards of the tank that sank down from the sky.