Turn 6: The Scream
Posted: Mon May 25, 2015 7:35 am
Planet: Adullan
Location: Secessionist Space
Date: February 1, 2187
Mission Time: 01:32
1st and 3rd Squad
The grenade that the drone had fired burst instantly the moment it struck the ground. It’s fiery intensity was felt by everyone around. The small incendiary however served only to leave the feeling of a bonfire on the marines of the 1st and 3rd squad who immediately took cover the moment the drone came into view.
The drone was menacing and ominous in its stagnant skyward position for the first moment that it arrived, a sudden surprise for all the marines there. But after a few seconds of taking cover, the entire group had a handle on the situation and began opening fire.
The high pitched scream of pulse rifles, a Smartgun, and the low rumbling of sentry gun guns firing into the small device were the response. The drone managed to remain airborne over the unit for a mere thirty seconds before exploding. Exactly who’s bullet finished it off was impossible, but it was safe to say that at least every marine that fired a shot landed a head.
Slowly the group resumed its battle positions, prepared to advance further, while the fire from the initial grenade from the drone still burned over the now charred bodies of the rebel force. When suddenly there was a sound.
VVVVVVVVVVVWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A low rumbling was heard over the tree line, and a light vibration was felt at the marine’s feet. For a moment it was unclear what the source was. But all suspicion was swept aside as what was clearly a barrage of surface to orbit missiles lifted off from several miles away and race off into the sky.
While they stood in shock for a moment, wondering where their enemy managed to get a hold of such advanced, deadly weapons being launched at the cruiser in orbit, they were caught completely off guard by yet another sound.
SSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A pair of in atmosphere jet craft raced over head. They were fast, hardly noticeable if one were to have blinked. But the sound they made flying over was immense. They did not seem to notice the marines there however, instead flying much further back behind the lines.
And suddenly there was another low rumbling, but this time behind them. A series of controlled hits that seemed to drop in succession. Though some of the more recent marines may not have been familiar, anyone who had been engaged in a prolonged conflict would have immediately recognized the sound of bombs being dropped.
But just as soon as the sound faded, another sound took its place. The snapping of what was clearly far off machine gun fire, and a lot of it, no doubt where the 52nd Company had staged.
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2nd Squad
Bell fell in with the squad as ordered. There was very little time to waste as the barrage of missiles flew over up into orbit. By the time he introduced himself the pair of fighters was zooming passed, leaving them just as confused as the squads that were further up.
Colson dragged Morse to the treeline, just in time for him to finally stop slipping in and out of consciousness and to have officially passed out. The large marine lay in a slump, his M56 Smartgun still tied off onto his chest where it had been when he foolishly attempted to disarm the landmine he stepped on. The bloody stump of his leg had stained his pants a muddy brown and red, but he was stable.
As they got their bearings Quinn was receiving a very large stream of messages into his ear. They were numerous squads of the 52nd company all calling in reporting firing happening on their position, stating they were returning fire, and requesting orders and assistance.
Then their voices were cut off, as the commanders voice came through.
”This is Sergeant Danzo, to all Marines!” Came the first voice. ”52nd is to dig in and hold position, Lieutenant’s orders. Extraction’s inbound. Hold the line, Marines! We’re gettin’ the hell outa here.”
Moments later a new voice was heard, this time it was Lt. Colonel McGehee.
”McGehee to Quinn. McGehee to Quinn. The situation is far more hostile then we thought. We’re pulling out. I’m coming in to extract you. Dropship arriving in four minutes. I repeat, dropship arriving in four minutes. Get your people in position for immediate dust off. Over.”
The transmissions then immediately went back to 52nd company calls for support, and the crackle of pulse rifle fire and explosions happening many miles behind them.
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Location: Secessionist Space
Date: February 1, 2187
Mission Time: 01:32
1st and 3rd Squad
The grenade that the drone had fired burst instantly the moment it struck the ground. It’s fiery intensity was felt by everyone around. The small incendiary however served only to leave the feeling of a bonfire on the marines of the 1st and 3rd squad who immediately took cover the moment the drone came into view.
The drone was menacing and ominous in its stagnant skyward position for the first moment that it arrived, a sudden surprise for all the marines there. But after a few seconds of taking cover, the entire group had a handle on the situation and began opening fire.
The high pitched scream of pulse rifles, a Smartgun, and the low rumbling of sentry gun guns firing into the small device were the response. The drone managed to remain airborne over the unit for a mere thirty seconds before exploding. Exactly who’s bullet finished it off was impossible, but it was safe to say that at least every marine that fired a shot landed a head.
Slowly the group resumed its battle positions, prepared to advance further, while the fire from the initial grenade from the drone still burned over the now charred bodies of the rebel force. When suddenly there was a sound.
VVVVVVVVVVVWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A low rumbling was heard over the tree line, and a light vibration was felt at the marine’s feet. For a moment it was unclear what the source was. But all suspicion was swept aside as what was clearly a barrage of surface to orbit missiles lifted off from several miles away and race off into the sky.
While they stood in shock for a moment, wondering where their enemy managed to get a hold of such advanced, deadly weapons being launched at the cruiser in orbit, they were caught completely off guard by yet another sound.
SSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A pair of in atmosphere jet craft raced over head. They were fast, hardly noticeable if one were to have blinked. But the sound they made flying over was immense. They did not seem to notice the marines there however, instead flying much further back behind the lines.
And suddenly there was another low rumbling, but this time behind them. A series of controlled hits that seemed to drop in succession. Though some of the more recent marines may not have been familiar, anyone who had been engaged in a prolonged conflict would have immediately recognized the sound of bombs being dropped.
But just as soon as the sound faded, another sound took its place. The snapping of what was clearly far off machine gun fire, and a lot of it, no doubt where the 52nd Company had staged.
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2nd Squad
Bell fell in with the squad as ordered. There was very little time to waste as the barrage of missiles flew over up into orbit. By the time he introduced himself the pair of fighters was zooming passed, leaving them just as confused as the squads that were further up.
Colson dragged Morse to the treeline, just in time for him to finally stop slipping in and out of consciousness and to have officially passed out. The large marine lay in a slump, his M56 Smartgun still tied off onto his chest where it had been when he foolishly attempted to disarm the landmine he stepped on. The bloody stump of his leg had stained his pants a muddy brown and red, but he was stable.
As they got their bearings Quinn was receiving a very large stream of messages into his ear. They were numerous squads of the 52nd company all calling in reporting firing happening on their position, stating they were returning fire, and requesting orders and assistance.
Then their voices were cut off, as the commanders voice came through.
”This is Sergeant Danzo, to all Marines!” Came the first voice. ”52nd is to dig in and hold position, Lieutenant’s orders. Extraction’s inbound. Hold the line, Marines! We’re gettin’ the hell outa here.”
Moments later a new voice was heard, this time it was Lt. Colonel McGehee.
”McGehee to Quinn. McGehee to Quinn. The situation is far more hostile then we thought. We’re pulling out. I’m coming in to extract you. Dropship arriving in four minutes. I repeat, dropship arriving in four minutes. Get your people in position for immediate dust off. Over.”
The transmissions then immediately went back to 52nd company calls for support, and the crackle of pulse rifle fire and explosions happening many miles behind them.
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