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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 12:06 am
Remained shielded in silence for a moment, Burning away trashy clothing she'd gotten in joining the opposition, Revealing a brushed torso of steel, Glass-lens eyes of a Red, demon-hue, glowing with life behind. Gone was the mouth, replaced by a carved beak of steel. Wings, massed weight that they were, were of no use as the girl Scaled the wall in a thrown leap, kicking off each with rising pace and speed. Crystaline-hum would be explained as the girl cleared the roof in an accellerated pirouette, spinning her over them like a drill, A glass-like shine held parallel, but away from her body, a blade.
As she cleared the roof, she only briefly regarded the people on the roof, before she turned and ran headlong off of the side. Oh yes, ********. However, instead of straight down into hell's kitchen, She gripped the Fire-escape acrossed the way with her entire body, using both arms and legs to latch on, using her weight to tear it from the wall. Indeed, her weight had grown, where her mass had not. As the fire-escape rended from the wall, it would find hesitation only in the opposite wall, grinding away at brick until it drew to a stop, and the Metallic, Gargoyle-esque woman crawled along to the top of the Ruined fire-escape, using it as a perch.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 3:20 pm
She would have ordered the shots, but..........
"Hold your fire," she whispered. "Take my lead,"
This appeared to be someone else's show, and they wanted to make a big production out of it. Red recognized the form if not the figure, if it was indeed the thing she had recognized from Lament, as there seemed to be some modifications, a cyborg creature? There would be an explosion from the destroyed sentry borgs, and her team would be gone off in the other direction, practically jumping into the alley on the other side before taking quick cover. As Eripse reached the top of the building, Adaire's team would be on the ground, advancing to the northeast.
Adaire had no idea if that thing, Eripse, was friend or just a berserking cyborg that had some programming issues. She didn't want to stay and find out. Getting bogged down by a berserking cyborg was not in the game plan, but if it came looking for them with hostile intentions, it would get all they could give.
"So much for keeping a low profile," she said, "That thing might provide a distraction while we advance, let's use it for all it's worth."
A sigh.
I hope the other squads are having less distractions.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 4:52 pm
Their respective combat zones had since been cleared out due to the new threat of the cyber-phoenix. The team that Red and the other two R.I.O.T. personnel had droped in behind got low and followed her lead, aiming to get themselves in sync with the other team members before continuing onward.
Meanwhile, the tides that had shifted would not be in Eripse's advantage for long as four more sentries entered the alley that she was currently hanging out in. Two started opening fire on her position, while the other two just plain jumped about twenty-five feet in the air, aiming towards the traitor to their cause.
A pair of 40mm grenades launched at the bird-lady from there, in an attempt to turn her into someone's dinner.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:32 pm
Eripse found amusement in the four sentries, Jerking her weight again, to rend the fire-escape, and the very wall into the alleyway below. Going with it, she would fall with rubble as the grenades destroyed the structures of both walls, bringing them down, and inward, filling the mass, and swamping down the four. The beast would remain still, silent. In this form, she needed no breath to breath, And heat and cold were no worries of hers. She could lay here for hours. Darkness would fall, over those red-lenses, as she listened and waited. Held to her form, the crystaline blade seemed unbroken by her fall.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 6:54 pm
Moving forward in a leap frog pattern, one went forward, checked the area, if all was clear, signaled the others to move forward. If not, signaled the others to hold position. They would advance through the alleys and streets toward the R.I. headquaters in that manner. Making the best time possible because all was fairly clear, but they knew that would change. The sounds of combat were ahead of them, there was going to be some hell to pay from the looks of those sentries.
Damn, if those were just sentries, what does the main force look like?
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 8:55 pm
The two buildings caved in, causing mass havok in the alley that the six operatives had once occupied. The rest of the sentries heard the wreckage and headed toward the scene. They climbed up what was left of the partly destroyed buildings, or just plain made a giant leap on the roofs. Odds were now 1 against 12.
This would hurt a bit...
All at once, after the first two made their landing, the rest of them simultaneously began to dump their ammunition reserves into the pile of rubble. Which reserves? Why, the grenades. Such a concentrated attack would not be easy to just shrug off, and had the potential for some serious damage. As the grenades blasted away the wreckage, penetrating the impromptu defenses of Eripse, one could only wonder if tonight was her last dance.
Meanwhile, R.I.O.T. Five, now twelve strong again, had made their way through the network of alleyways, and after clearing the darkness, took stock of their situation.
Most of the opposing forces were gathered near the base of the RI headquarters, focused on trying to scale the building in order to get inside. That which was not the near-impenetrable shielding over the office windows and front doors was easily scaled, as they attempted to make their way to the top, where the ventilation was located.
Artillery shells were launched at the building, attempting to beat the building down to the ground, but for the moment, it stood strong. Whatever else was in that metal that shielded the building, it sure as hell wasn't just titanium.
The remainder of the combatants were either placed near the artilery batteries, atop the roofs, or were trying to beat the front doors in. Each prosthetic user on the roof was either at a .50 caliber machine gun turret, or was looking around for targets while aiming with their own personally installed weaponry. All illegal, of course.
So the main goal was to pick up any weapon they could use once their original ordinance ran out, and dive into the chaos, taking as many down as possible before reaching the front doors.
It was either that, or try and take out those who were climbing the building at a distance before they reached the top. One would attract more attention, while the other would attract attention... if they were found out. And that wasn't counting the factor of wether or not they could shoot from that distance.
That wasn't a worry, though.
Of course, they still hadn't called for the ECM in the Spectre yet. And so far, no ECCMs had been detected anywhere...
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:40 am
In the darkness, one finds clarity, a knowledge, beyond a knowledge, of what one must do. As the first two leapt upon the rubble, the earth rose with a crescendo, much as if a charge had gone off beneath, stirring dust as The beast that had aided Evan, withstanding White Phospherous, Emerged, gleaming like a tank. Yes, The Grenades had effects, that much could not be denied.
Shrugging off dirt and rubble, would not hesitate in swinging her arm against the nearest, Tree trunk sized limb serving quite a useful mace as her torso took the explosions fairly well. A push, knockback one might call it, Before she bolstered onward.
And within the shell, the mind of a child swarmed, playing Cowboys and Indians with little plastic pieces...
Lenses no longer remained red, but flickered with life, fire behind the glass, altering behind hues of darker red and brighter yellows, and the obvious oranges inbetween... At that metal beak, like some medieval can-opener, Flames boiled, and smoke billowed....
A Seige Tank, Incarnate, Revived from some Mythological Mage's book, indeed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 3:50 am
And then the world went OMG.
They connected, sure enough... but nothing happened! So what was left? That's right, just plain attack. As she swung the 'bot around like some kind of improvised mace, the metallic horde attacked, making an attempt to pounce on her person.
They didn't get farther than three feet into the air before the first four mechanical men get swatted from the air like flies. With one being used as a weapon, that left seven to pounce from above and from behind. Surrounded on three sides and with little room for escape, save for forward.
And there was a massive combat zone just ahead, where R.I.O.T. Five was headed.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 10:42 am
The 105mm artilary batteries had to go. She thought about capturing them and laying dow some fire on the main force. It wasn't a good idea, there was time to capture them but not enough manpower to utilize them if they were captured and it would have been a waste of her teams abilities to play around with artilary, even though they could use it far more effectively than these drones ever could. No time for anything fancy.
Her team snaked around the back alleys and took positions around the rear of the artilary position, three snipers were sent to the rooftops to get behind the machine gun sentries and take them out. The heavy weapons specialists readied the RPG's for concentrated fire on the batteries and the shells, no longer caring how big a bang there was, they would be gone by the time anyone came to investigate.
Red took cover from behind a pile of trash and readied her sturmwind rifle, not feeling the need for her revolver just yet. Funny thing, she was a better sniper with her revolver than with a rifle, but she wasn't a bad shot regardless. The other operatives would be ready with their own rifles or preffered weapons. They would pick off the guards and the rooftop positions just before the RPG's opened fire on the artilary.
Before the enemy knew anyone was even there, three rooftop gunners, and six terrorists went down, almost everyone with a clean headshot. Red's target took a hit to the neck, it had been a long time since she operated a rifle.
Next, the RPG's fired at the artilary positions, aiming for the shell stockpiles which provided an easy target for maximum destruction. It was a royal turkey shoot. So far, so good.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:28 pm
The silencers on the rifles did much to tone down the noise, making it near-impossible for those who did not have the advanced hearing or reflexes to realize what was going on. Three teams of two operatives each began laying down sniper fire upon the machine gun turrets and anyone else on the rooftops, significantly reducing their numbers... including the forward observers for the cannons.
With that, they made their way over to the now emptied rooftops and captured the turrets that had been set up.
As for the RPGs, they did indeed make enough noise to make an impression. All five artillery batteries were snuffed out, including their surrounding units. That said, immense pressure was taken off of those inside the building.
Unfortunately, those around the outside perimeter of the building noticed. There were roughly one-fifth of the total force that came towards the alleys, but they didn't notice that the rooftops were manned by someone else...
And got sprayed with heavy suppressive fire. What was worse (for them) was the fact that there was no cover to hide behind, and .50 caliber bullets hurt like hell, no matter what you were made of. By the time the prosthetics had reached the alleys... the five RPG users had re-loaded.
Clean-up time.
Still, it wasn't that easy... those on the roofs quickly had to take cover as the army below recovered from their shock and returned fire. Thing was, those who were in the alleys had to reduce their numbers significantly in order to do so. They were called chokepoints for a reason... and each team member took full advantage of that fact.
By the time it was halfway over, superior tactics and positioning had cut the number of incoming enemies by about two-thirds. Now all that needed to happen was that the three teams on the roof needed relief.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:13 pm
The behemoth kneeled, before springing skyward, impressively so. At any distance she could be seen, the sun making her glint and glow as she rose upward, before flinging her mace-man downward, only to chase him with an explosive fireball.
Not a palm-sized baseball of doom to one person, but a mini-Nagasaki, obliterating the alleyway, the mainstreet, and the alleyway acrossed the way.
Extending metallic-wings, much more like solidified, hinged gliders, The behemoth extended itself towards where the others had gone. Now for the big game.
And silently, all about her person, shards of that crystaline blade floated, almost mourning their combined death. Awww, pooor sword-y. Once she hit the ground from her glide, she would pound pavement, sending cracks and leaving tears in the asphalt.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:24 pm
Right. So basically, they jumped in, missed, got rammed by their buddy from above, and got blown to pieces. Now, both buildings had been decimated, and Eripse was airborne.
Oh, they saw her now. Stinger anti-air missles began launching towards the bird-lady, laser guided and with tracking capabilities. About seven of them fired from the crowd below as about fifty androids began firing their personally-mounted weaponry at her.
Another distraction for R.I.O.T. But now, the phoenix was in serious s**t... if those hit her, it wouldn't be a love tap.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:32 pm
Eripse drew amusement in this, the child inside playing along with the game outside... No longer Cowboys and Indians, but a TV and a little pixelated video game.
Mid-glide halted as the Missles drew irreversibly close, Oh she was boned! Oh s**t, oh s**t! Eject, Eject! Her face remained placid, though rage boiled in those eyes, No longer red, orange, yellow... No, now they burned white, like that chemical that had ravaged her back...
She dropped, As they came so close that she should be dead, Bringing the rockets down as she hit the ground and booked it. Hopefully the quick drop would bring the rockets down, and into the ground.
Personal-mounted weaponry? Dings and ricochet, unless there was something beautifully potent in there. And for that, She'd need details.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:48 pm
There wasn't really anything that potent in their assault tactics- just get that damned thing out of the air. The missiles followed her downwards as scheduled, three of them detonating into the pavement below. Several nearby 'droids were taken out with that blast, the rest of them moving clear of the incoming projectiles.
Unfortunately, a particularly bulky fellow who had a cybernetic right eye noticed her flight through the citizens. He grimaced as he walked over to a nearby mack truck (sans a trailer), and lifted it almost effortlessly. Making sure that he had his target properly locked with that eye of his, he just hefted the vehicle and tossed it towards the metal bird.
Que mass chaos due to a still-full tank and four incoming missiles. She wouldn't notice the incoming projectile until it was almost too late... now threatened from two sides, she was under major pressure.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 1:56 pm
Eripse knew what was behind her, and so she did not look behind, but instead listened, sensing four still chasing her, while her own eyes saw a truck incoming.
War can tear a city asunder. Bringing herself into a mini-hop, she'd blast the ground with another, much smaller set of fireballs, weakening the road before her weight came down. Rockets on her a**, and a Tanker in front, It was sure to be a beauty.
Herself? Gone from the picture, measuring her stomping strides through human waste and liquids. She would be a dull, repetitive thump in their senses, until that thick smoke cleared and they realized she was beneath them.. And then, it'd be too late. Probably.
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