CHAPTER 5 - Heads Or Tails

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CHAPTER 5 - Heads Or Tails

Post by JuanPerez » Fri Feb 08, 2019 7:29 pm

June 7, 2189
Location: Outer Veil, Neroid Sector, Near Former Penal Labor Colony
Mission Time: 07:29:55
End-Of-Turn: 22.02.2019


The Dawgs made their rendezvouz with scout squad at the outskirts of the former penal labor colony area. While Gunny Screaming Eagle and Pushkin interrogated a captured mercenary, the troopers moved up to Sergeant Cano and Corporal Greer, flanking their position. Just as they settled in, there was movement down at the enemy encampment. The three patrolling mercs stopped their circling patrol-movement and began to shout in an unknown language, maybe chinese. It was nearly always the same wording, maybe a name. They adopted a kind of search-pattern around the grid. A few minutes later, two more mercs disembarked the smaller startship carrying big bags and ran to meet the three men. The two newcomers started a short conversation between the two parties. After the talking was done, the two mercs nodded. They opened up their bags and put some strange equipment on the ground. One of the gadgets looked like a mini-tank with some antenna, the other one had the features of a quad-copter. The two mercs pushed some buttons and suddenly the gear started moving. The mini-tank began to track the ground, while the quadcopter rose into the air and startet to circle the initial position, widending the circle each turn.

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Re: CHAPTER 5 - Heads Or Tails

Post by Corporal Hicks » Sun Feb 10, 2019 7:15 pm

Sergeant Major Sykes watched the scene unfold from the snowy ditch where they were taking cover. Dozens of options flashed before his mind's eye; risks, dangers, strategies. But he was a man of decision. He pulled out his respirator and quietly issued a series of commands to everyone in the platoon.

"Sarafian, fire the SADAR at the mini-tank."
<Tag Sarafian>

"Morse, Pitt, move up on the right and fire flashbangs and stun gas grenades. After that just open fire." Both items could be fired from the pulse rifles. Some of the mercs had removed their masks to talk, and the gas would put them to sleep.
<Tag Morse/Pitt>

"Grisham, Honeysett, move up on the left. Use the smart-gun to destroy that helicopter then join the fight."
<Tag Grisham/Honeysett>

"Cano, cover the attack with your sniper rifle."
<Tag Cano>

"Once the SADAR fires, it's weapons free. Godspeed marines!"
<TAG EVERYONE>

Danny patted Karl Sarafian on the shoulder, "Okay little buddy, just another day on the farm. Just relax and kick ass." He helped to heft the heavy weapon onto Karl's shoulder. "Just fire when you're ready. No pressure." Danny knew that a lot depended on this shot, and he wanted Sarafian to be calm as a cucumber and not miss.
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Post by StConstantine » Sun Feb 10, 2019 9:58 pm

Karl dropped to a knee, with help he seated the launcher on his shoulder and took aim down the sight. The complex targetting computer buzzed slightly as it struggled to target a heat signature smaller than it was intended but quickly found a lock as soon as the tank started moving. Karl took one quick look behind him to ensure no marines were in blast back range.
Just fire when you're ready. No pressure.
Satisfied no one was behind him he took a deep breath and called "fire in the hole" depressing the trigger mechanism

<Roll heavy weapons or explosives or whatever fits>

Without missing a beat Karl rolled the launcher off his shoulder and began reloading.
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Re: CHAPTER 5 - Heads Or Tails

Post by Dirk Pitt » Thu Feb 14, 2019 12:25 am

Corporal Hicks wrote:
Sun Feb 10, 2019 7:15 pm
Sergeant Major Sykes watched the scene unfold from the snowy ditch where they were taking cover. Dozens of options flashed before his mind's eye; risks, dangers, strategies. But he was a man of decision. He pulled out his respirator and quietly issued a series of commands to everyone in the platoon.


"Morse, Pitt, move up on the right and fire flashbangs and stun gas grenades. After that just open fire." Both items could be fired from the pulse rifles. Some of the mercs had removed their masks to talk, and the gas would put them to sleep.
<Tag Morse/Pitt>

"Grisham, Honeysett, move up on the left. Use the smart-gun to destroy that helicopter then join the fight."
<Tag Grisham/Honeysett>

"Cano, cover the attack with your sniper rifle."
<Tag Cano>

"Once the SADAR fires, it's weapons free. Godspeed marines!"
<TAG EVERYONE>
Dirk listened to the orders and everything melted away. The depression, the emptiness, all swallowed up in an instant. Now there was only the mission, combat. His life might be out of control, but he knew how to do this.

Moving quickly to the right he looked over at Morse. “On your order Morse”
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Re: CHAPTER 5 - Heads Or Tails

Post by Morse » Thu Feb 14, 2019 11:35 am

Their opposing force was presently small, a simple and easy take down would be in order if they executed their movement properly. But the size of a force meant nothing in the age of advanced machinery and synthetic soldiers. The human body was almost becoming an obsolete relic of the past, especially for soldiers who all too often these days were modified by enhancements both biological and mechanical. But for the moment they may have had an advantage as there were no alarms and no firing. Mercenaries did not tend to keep the most disciplined ranks, and were easy to force panic. Money may be good, but living was always better. That was where the marines had them beat. The pay wasn't what motivated them. It was the delusion of national pride or the thought of no other way out that kept them going. Though they fought also for their lives, they could be marked as a martyr. A dead mercenary just meant the final total for a backer would be cheaper.

The initiating order was simple, and the call for weapons free was even easier to comprehend. Morse and the other would have no trouble with that. But while in years before he would have seen no issue in expending half of their ammunition on these few hostile actors, he had grown a maturity to his madness, and recognized that they could not afford the waste, nor the attention that would come from a prolonged fire fight.

"Orders aint mine." Morse remarked. "Just the will to make some soon to broke corporate fucks lose a lotta cash a cred on a life insurance policy." Morse smirked at the idea of a corporate backer or hostile nation lose a mass sum of money due to this ambush. That was the real satisfaction that came now, knowing that you hurt a pocket book. The lives of people were all but considered expendable in the new century.

Moving up to position with Dirk. Fortunately they'd brought plenty of assault options, and they took up their grenades. Gas and flash. Easy confusion. Followed by a rain of precision. Dirk would be the better shot with an M41A pulse rifle, but Morse would have better luck with the grenades for sure. He readied himself for the explosion of the SADAR, and the rain of death to begin.

The mercenaries would die in a hail of confusion and would never even know why... and in many ways... Morse knew one day his fate may be the same.

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Re: CHAPTER 5 - Heads Or Tails

Post by Oliver Grisham » Sat Feb 16, 2019 8:07 pm

A look of grim purpose settled itself on Oliver's face. His had not been an easy life and the small glints of hope and happiness, his family, his friends, had been tucked furtively between the grind of poverty and suffering, like a flower pressed flat between the pages of an encyclopedia. Yet since his conversion to Christianity he had been driven to pursue a distant light, masked by fog, yet never extinguished. To lift a heavy weight and bear it, that was the only meaning that made sense to Oliver. To shoulder the burden willingly and to serve the almighty, the good. To be the uncomplaining grunt, to sweat and suffer, but never to falter. That was all there was.

Oliver nodded at Honeysett and then darted left seeking cover

<roll awareness>

He raised his weapon as he ran, his movements swift but unhurried. When the quad copter came within range he fired at the blades.

<roll gun combat> ?

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Re: CHAPTER 5 - Heads Or Tails

Post by Apachetear » Sun Feb 17, 2019 2:22 pm

Corporal Hicks wrote:
Sun Feb 10, 2019 7:15 pm
Sergeant Major Sykes watched the scene unfold from the snowy ditch where they were taking cover. Dozens of options flashed before his mind's eye; risks, dangers, strategies. But he was a man of decision. He pulled out his respirator and quietly issued a series of commands to everyone in the platoon.

"Grisham, Honeysett, move up on the left. Use the smart-gun to destroy that helicopter then join the fight."
<Tag Grisham/Honeysett>
Jacob nodded.

These were the moments he waited for. The tension started to build, and with it he felt the familiar intoxicating rush of adrenaline starting to flow.

Nodding at Grisham, he started to move out. Covering the smartgunner and proceeding to some cover that would afford him a clear line of site to the fallout. Smartguns were devastating things, and he expected the helicopter to be reduced to scrap metal in short order.

In the meantime,he started to breathe in a familiar pattern for these moments. He'd breathe in three times, then exhale twice. It kept him in rhythm. He aimed down his sights. As soon as the smartgun had finished shooting, he'd begin. He wouldn't allow any respite or chance to respond. As he waited he quickly scanned for the next bit of cover to move to. It got him into trouble sometimes, he always looked for the way to move forward, applying pressure to the enemy. Not allowing them respite.

He was willing the gunner to begin. Impatient to get things underway.
Oliver nodded at Honeysett and then darted left seeking cover

<roll awareness>

He raised his weapon as he ran, his movements swift but unhurried. When the quad copter came within range he fired at the blades.
As the gun roared to life, Jacob started to fire a couple of three shot bursts at the mercs. Aiming for the gut, and allowing the recoil to cause the bullets to stitch up the body. They could get a headshot a bit later, right now...drop them to the ground.

The smell of cordite and smoke wafted through the air, and it made his heart beat all the faster!

He caught Grisham's eye, and nodded towards the next bit of cover. Preparing to move up.

[roll awareness]
[roll gun combat]

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Re: CHAPTER 5 - Heads Or Tails

Post by Corporal Hicks » Fri Feb 22, 2019 3:30 am

After the SADAR fired, Sykes fired a few bursts downrange, but he kept his eyes open on the battlefield and his surroundings. They had enough firepower that they didn't need his rifle as much as they needed him to make the right decision. He watched for any changing conditions that would affect their actions.

(Roll: Casual burst fire)
(Roll: Awareness)
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