Turn 28
Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 12:36 pm
Earth
Cedar Groove, NY
Outside building, Cultist HQ
Mission timer: 00:43:15
The Marines quickly searched through the complex, room by room. But it was ultimately deserted. The furniture were wrapped in plastics, dust rested on old computer screens and all plants were brown and dryed out.
This was no cult HQ. It was a trap. A decoy at best. Why the cultists would want to fight it out with the superiorly armed and trained Colonial Marines was a question yet to be answered. Perhaps they just wanted to die?
Over forty Cultists had payed the ultimate price and laid dead. Shot to death by the Marines of the 8th Platoon. The "Easy Eights". But the Marines had not come through without losses either. Minuteman had suffered a skull trauma and was in a coma. MacGuire had caught a stray round and was killed in the very last minute of the battle.
The Marines gathered outside the building. The rain had stopped only a few lone drops found the faces of the Marines. The puddles of water reflected the ash grey sky above them. A westward wind blew in and the temperature barely reached above 5 degrees celsius. The marines shivered, hopefully the Dropship would arrive soon. No sight if it yet. Just a press chopper that circled above. Two hundred meters away the APC stood, still smoking. Struck by an anti-tank rocked the cultists fired. Beyond the wreck the Police line and a pack of scoop hungry journalists. Camera flashes tried to probe the dusk, tele-objectives desperate to caught a glimpse of the Marines. In the distant the whine of the approaching dropship could be heard.
Cedar Groove, NY
Outside building, Cultist HQ
Mission timer: 00:43:15
The Marines quickly searched through the complex, room by room. But it was ultimately deserted. The furniture were wrapped in plastics, dust rested on old computer screens and all plants were brown and dryed out.
This was no cult HQ. It was a trap. A decoy at best. Why the cultists would want to fight it out with the superiorly armed and trained Colonial Marines was a question yet to be answered. Perhaps they just wanted to die?
Over forty Cultists had payed the ultimate price and laid dead. Shot to death by the Marines of the 8th Platoon. The "Easy Eights". But the Marines had not come through without losses either. Minuteman had suffered a skull trauma and was in a coma. MacGuire had caught a stray round and was killed in the very last minute of the battle.
The Marines gathered outside the building. The rain had stopped only a few lone drops found the faces of the Marines. The puddles of water reflected the ash grey sky above them. A westward wind blew in and the temperature barely reached above 5 degrees celsius. The marines shivered, hopefully the Dropship would arrive soon. No sight if it yet. Just a press chopper that circled above. Two hundred meters away the APC stood, still smoking. Struck by an anti-tank rocked the cultists fired. Beyond the wreck the Police line and a pack of scoop hungry journalists. Camera flashes tried to probe the dusk, tele-objectives desperate to caught a glimpse of the Marines. In the distant the whine of the approaching dropship could be heard.