Turn 8 - Standing Room Only
Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 9:25 pm
Planet: Adullan
Location: Secessionist Space
Date: February 1, 2187
Mission Time: 1:49
The sounds of firing continued in the background on either side. In the direction the platoon was heading there was still the frequent sound of the sentry gun unloading a burst upon an unfortunate target. This would be met with a random fire of small arms that were so far unable to locate the robotic guns that kept them pinned down.
But while that was a sign of hope, the ammo counters in the weapons were getting lower by the second, and soon there would be nothing before the massing group and the platoon.
Meanwhile far away the sound of a hard fought battle was still thundering around over the tree line. Dropships were still visibly moving through the region and holding out against the enemy that was much too far for the platoon to see.
Another Surface-To-Orbit missile launched up from a position further up and raced skyward, dampening the sound of small arms with its powerful rocket.
And then there was a rumbling from the treeline behind them. A thunderous roar of powerful wheels and a multi ton slab of metal smashing through brush.
The APC was imposing as it crashed through bushes and foliage. Its metal visage an awe inspiring representation of USCM domination in that particular part of the planet.
It slammed on the breaks the moment it came into view of the gathering up unit in the light clearing with a destroyed 242-Combat Buggy and the wounded Smartgunner.
The side door slid open and a Sergeant stuck his head outside.
“Pile in people, move!” The Sergeant roared. “If it aint wounded, it’s standing room only. Lets go!”
He disregarded any higher ranks that were in front of him, not noticing them, nor having the time to notice them.
Location: Secessionist Space
Date: February 1, 2187
Mission Time: 1:49
The sounds of firing continued in the background on either side. In the direction the platoon was heading there was still the frequent sound of the sentry gun unloading a burst upon an unfortunate target. This would be met with a random fire of small arms that were so far unable to locate the robotic guns that kept them pinned down.
But while that was a sign of hope, the ammo counters in the weapons were getting lower by the second, and soon there would be nothing before the massing group and the platoon.
Meanwhile far away the sound of a hard fought battle was still thundering around over the tree line. Dropships were still visibly moving through the region and holding out against the enemy that was much too far for the platoon to see.
Another Surface-To-Orbit missile launched up from a position further up and raced skyward, dampening the sound of small arms with its powerful rocket.
And then there was a rumbling from the treeline behind them. A thunderous roar of powerful wheels and a multi ton slab of metal smashing through brush.
The APC was imposing as it crashed through bushes and foliage. Its metal visage an awe inspiring representation of USCM domination in that particular part of the planet.
It slammed on the breaks the moment it came into view of the gathering up unit in the light clearing with a destroyed 242-Combat Buggy and the wounded Smartgunner.
The side door slid open and a Sergeant stuck his head outside.
“Pile in people, move!” The Sergeant roared. “If it aint wounded, it’s standing room only. Lets go!”
He disregarded any higher ranks that were in front of him, not noticing them, nor having the time to notice them.