Re: Turn 5. Eagle Eyes
Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 2:03 am
Quinn had just about finished sewing up Morse's stump when he heard the whine of the drone's engines rapidly growing louder.
Doppler effect, object approaching. the analytical part of his mind reported as the mining craft appeared, a long rifle slung underneath it and firing at their position. Snatching up his sidearm from Morse's chest, his mind continued. Drones are inherently fragile as too much weight would result in lost maneuverability, speed and expended fuel.
He aimed his M4A4 pistol and started firing, slow measured shots instead of rapid panic fire. He saw the thing come apart, and for a moment thought that Second Squad's firing had done the trick, until the buggy came into view with it's cannon spitting hyper-velocity rounds. A grin lit his face, only to be replaced by anger just as the vehicle was thrown into the air by another landmine.This operation was falling apart rapidly.
"But no battle plan survives first contact, yadda yadda." he muttered, ejecting the spent magazine from his pistol, replacing it and shoved it back into it's holster. He looked around, looking for a path out of the minefield. Morse was now stabilized, but had to be moved to a safer spot. He looked around the squad for a moment and made a decision.
"Williams, take Morse back into the trees and hunker down." he snapped, reaching around to his own back to bring his slung pulse rifle to bear. "Colson, Bell, on me!"
Sixtus moved carefully up to the buggy and looked at the men in and around it. Driver, dead. Girl... the former Lieutenant briefly put his fingers to Pvt. Billings' neck to check the pulse. ...also dead. Passenger, Private Dave Halbert.
"New guy, fall in." he said tersely. He tapped his Infrared Scope down from his helmet, peering out at the jungle and ground around them.
<Perception, check surrounding area for enemy and mines>
<tag Second Squad>
Doppler effect, object approaching. the analytical part of his mind reported as the mining craft appeared, a long rifle slung underneath it and firing at their position. Snatching up his sidearm from Morse's chest, his mind continued. Drones are inherently fragile as too much weight would result in lost maneuverability, speed and expended fuel.
He aimed his M4A4 pistol and started firing, slow measured shots instead of rapid panic fire. He saw the thing come apart, and for a moment thought that Second Squad's firing had done the trick, until the buggy came into view with it's cannon spitting hyper-velocity rounds. A grin lit his face, only to be replaced by anger just as the vehicle was thrown into the air by another landmine.This operation was falling apart rapidly.
"But no battle plan survives first contact, yadda yadda." he muttered, ejecting the spent magazine from his pistol, replacing it and shoved it back into it's holster. He looked around, looking for a path out of the minefield. Morse was now stabilized, but had to be moved to a safer spot. He looked around the squad for a moment and made a decision.
"Williams, take Morse back into the trees and hunker down." he snapped, reaching around to his own back to bring his slung pulse rifle to bear. "Colson, Bell, on me!"
Sixtus moved carefully up to the buggy and looked at the men in and around it. Driver, dead. Girl... the former Lieutenant briefly put his fingers to Pvt. Billings' neck to check the pulse. ...also dead. Passenger, Private Dave Halbert.
"New guy, fall in." he said tersely. He tapped his Infrared Scope down from his helmet, peering out at the jungle and ground around them.
<Perception, check surrounding area for enemy and mines>
<tag Second Squad>