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 Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 5:19 pm
"Understood, ma'am. C4 is set to blow."
Transmission cut. They set the plastic explosives on the communications equipment, as well as the key points in the warehouse. Then, the final call was made.
"All right people! Thirty seconds before we're all flash-fried! Move across the street and get under cover, now!!" With that, they hauled a**. Those with Eripse noticed the failure of their weapons, but they didn't necessarily care. There were three more riflemen on their team- and they could always shoot at a distance. But the call for evacuation from the vicinity of the building had been made.
"We could always break off that other arm of yours, be it metal or not. But there's no time, so you're coming with us, now. Move it or lose it!"
That said, they started running like hell...
Meanwhile, in the office building across the street, the child seemed to bare his teeth at Red, snarling. "Who said I even need to do so? You all are responsible for what's happened to Aekea, and you're going to pay!"
With that, the synthetic child began overheating his systems. Since his sytems had quite the heat tolerance, Red would have approximately fifteen seconds before he went critical, and that entire upstairs office went boom. It appeared that the insurgents preferred death over capture...
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 6:33 pm
Eripse laughed and smiled non-chalantly... Boys, and their threats. Amusing. Hand silently smoothed back her hair as she followed them out at a slower pace, a jog to clear the building, and then a walk once she was outside.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 4:30 pm
Child or not? Now she might never know. It was very possible that the soul inside that synthetic body was that of a child. Children in warfare was nothing new, cults and desperate dictators were known for using children as cannon fodder all too commonly.
There was no time to capture him alive now, no time to disable his self-destruct. Or maybe, if he was unconcious, he couldn't overheat himself. She aimed her forty calibre at the computerized section of the child's brain case, taking an educated guess at where the remains of his brain and spinal cord were still located if there were indeed any. She wanted to knock out his control systems without destroying his life support, effectively knocking him unconcious.
If it failed, she had no other choice than to jump down those steps at full speed.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 8:45 pm
Unfortunately, with the two seconds it took to shoot at his head, the systems were already on their way to overload. Destroying the circuitry did indeed knock him unconscious, but the gears, bells and whistles were already on their way to exploding.
There was really no time for the steps... however, that open window he fired out of provided a good exit. It was a choice between the safe route and the fast route. This whole situation was already insane though, so something crazy like leaping out of the window wasn't far behind.
Besides, there might be reinforcements downstairs... But if she wanted to brave that, it was her choice.
Downstairs, or outside the quick and messy way? She now had only thirteen seconds to decide... Twelve... Eleven...
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 5:53 am
Gareth had been working for the better part of four hours on this...suit isn't the appropriate word for it; it doesn't have the thickness of armor that one would expect from a full-fledged armored suit. Nor is exoskeleton the appropriate word; exoskeleton implies armor as well, and what plating exists is minimal and to maintain the integrity of the...whatever it is. What's the right word for it...
Gareth: Husk. That's it. This lil' bugger's lightweight, easily removed, and can dance on the wind. Seems to fit nicely.
The primary components include joint hydraulics, miniaturized and shielded wiring, basic neural interfaces installed at the joints, a primary neural interface at the base of the neck, and a central processor in a backpack of sorts. Topped off with a pair of light machine weapons on the wrists, a HUD lens suspended over the right eye, and two pair of high-yield rechargeable batteries, the Husk barely counts as armor, save the thicker coating of oddly-forged metal over the primary neural interface and the backpack.
Gareth slides on his jacket, noting in a mirror that the backpack only makes him look slightly more hunchbacked than usual...good. The armor on his legs appears to be leg braces to aid an injured person with walking...good as well. The HUD display is hidden within a pair of sunglasses...not imperceptible by any stretch of the imagination, but not blatantly obvious. All around rating of "good" on the Mordant scale of stealthy. With a nod of satisfaction, he leaves his apartment again and heads down the stairs. The distant squeal of braking car tires heard in the lobby doesn't phase Gareth; it is the giant explosion that follows which makes him jump and end up clinging to the ceiling for a few seconds before dropping catlike to the ground.
Gareth: Note to self...stimuli that result in autonomous responses are a b***h to control.
With a grimace, he straightens and leaves the lobby again...maybe he can actually get to this law office with fewer frustrations this time.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 3:14 pm
Hugin the Raven Unfortunately, with the two seconds it took to shoot at his head, the systems were already on their way to overload. Destroying the circuitry did indeed knock him unconscious, but the gears, bells and whistles were already on their way to exploding.
There was really no time for the steps... however, that open window he fired out of provided a good exit. It was a choice between the safe route and the fast route. This whole situation was already insane though, so something crazy like leaping out of the window wasn't far behind.
Besides, there might be reinforcements downstairs... But if she wanted to brave that, it was her choice.
Downstairs, or outside the quick and messy way? She now had only thirteen seconds to decide... Twelve... Eleven... It was only two stories, she ran past the deactivated synth, at least it couldn't slow her down now, and jumped out the window into the street below, twirling as she knelt low with her left arm guiding her on the ground. Her light weight, natural agility, and intense concentration made it possible to land safely from a four story building if she was lucky, but two stories was nothing. The top floor of the building behind her would explode in a few seconds, the warehouse in front of her was set to go any minute. She ran top speed in the direction she had come to the warehouse, going a block past before working around it to join up with her team. On the way back, she would avoid battle and fight only if absolutely neccessary.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 1:54 am
Ten seconds later, the entire top floor of the office building detonated, a cacophony of destruction. Whoever else was inside that place, they certainly were not getting out now, because there was a gas leak downstairs...
BOOM
After another four seconds, the warehouse, all of it, every brick and piece of metal, every splinter of wood, was majestically destroyed by several blocks of C4. The elaborate communications array that had been set up went along with it, causing havok in the remaining ranks. But that wasn't a problem either; the enemy lines had been effectively routed by the combined assault between Red's team and Eripse.
Without a means of communication or intel, any other enemy forces that were on the ground could not effectively fight. Some of them were neurally connected to the equipment within the warehouse, so they were affected quite heavily, further lessenning the number of insurgents.
The siege was officially broken, and the building was theirs. Red would get a message through her helmet-installed radio. The reason why they had not contacted the team earlier was to become clear in a moment, as soon as the lockdown protocols were cleared.
"Hello? Hello!? Can you read me? This is security chief Roth Sinclaire, calling whoever freed up our comm lines! Who the hell are you guys?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 2:32 pm
Hugin the Raven
...Red would get a message through her helmet-installed radio. The reason why they had not contacted the team earlier was to become clear in a moment, as soon as the lockdown protocols were cleared.
"Hello? Hello!? Can you read me? This is security chief Roth Sinclaire, calling whoever freed up our comm lines! Who the hell are you guys?"
Rejoining her team, there would be response. "I thought you'd already know that Mr. Sinclaire, you are the one who issued the distress call, right? Mantain a high state of alert, we'll mop up the remaining forces while you sit tight."With that she closed the communication, she didn't need to tell him who she was with if he didn't already know. Now for her team. "Who's the harpie lady, looks familiar?" she said, approaching her lieutenant who was helping to guard Eripse.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 3:42 pm
Eripse would huff, glaring at Red. "That's an insult, missy. I'm not some Harpy. Much more than that... You're the hussie that tried to bust me up outside Lament. Bloody nosy girl, too." She didn't raise her nose in a haughty gesture, but looked acrossed it narrowly.
"Phbbbt. I ain't worried about it though. You guys would be toast if I hadn't taken out that Ion-shooting shithead." Finger lifts, pulling down her eyelid and sticking out her tongue. "Wait till Evan gets a load of this."
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 3:58 pm
She just marches in unnanounced like she owns the place after letting herself be percieved as a threat, this is too much.
"So you were that creature that claimed to be working undercover for Evan before. I dropped off your things at the Durem office." Red said coldly, "I'm sure Evan will have a lot to get a load of. Interesting, well, we need not carry this any further. You can do what you want as long as you keep your distance."
With a wave oh her hand she commanded her team forward, all across this sector, there would be movement around the once beseiged building.
"All team, keep clear of the harpie lady, you might catch bird flu," Red said over radio, and they were on their way.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 4:30 pm
Dorian sighed to himself before turning towards his Captain. Smoothly ignoring Eripse's immature behavior, he reminded himself to ask her how she had known of their position and mission, seeing as their operations are usually classified.
"Now that their comm array is gone, we won't have much trouble clearing out the rest of the opposition."
And as if that had summoned up some kind of evil, the Spectre that was still flying above the battleground sent in a transmission.
"All units, be advised: Multiple enemy contacts closing on your twenty. Whatever you did, they're pissed about it. I'm reading a force of one company headed this way- they're organized and they're fast. I'm on standby just in case you need cover fire."
Looks like this was not over.
New Support Available: RI Spectre Quote: The Spectre is a modification on the Republican Military's UH-60 Black Hawk. Named after the horrifying ghosts of legend, it lives up to its name by being nearly invisible via a series of ECMs, ECCMs, and a specialized noise canceller for the engines. The helo also uses the principle of optical camouflage in order to blend in with any surroundings, bending the light waves around the surface of the chassis to insure complete stealth. As for weaponry, a pair of M134 miniguns on either door serves for enough anti-vehicular and anti-personell fire to easily take down a tank or other heavy armor on its own, let alone an enemy force on foot.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 4:57 pm
Better they come to us than renew their attack on the R.I. headquaters.
Her orders for the Spectre unit were simple for the moment, use it's ECM and survailance to find the most threatening units and send her coordinates for their exact location.
"Standby for fire support."
Three, two-person, rifle teams were to spread out along the high ground, taking cover in the buildings, and on the roof tops, keeping a low profile. They would locate the force, and possibly thin it out a bit. They were to lead the enemy's heavy forces forward, but slightly northward, right into the opening into the road, where the line of fire of the two remaining Javelins combined with C-4 planted at the edges of the alleyway. If any of the Ion shooting tanks were still lurking about, the missile & C-4 combo would come in handy, as would fire support from the Spectre. Meanwhile, some C-4 taken from the enemy base would be planted at the other approaches, too be used against any force that tried to squeeze around the trap.
If the fight got hot, they would have to retreat to the R.I. building and hope to find some more heavy weapons there.
As for Eripse, Red didn't know what to make of her, but was a little peeved that the bird-woman's reckless actions had cost them a valuable Javelin portable anti-tank missile. She hoped Eripse would go off enemy bashing somewhere, and continue to serve as a distraction.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 6:01 pm
"Understood, R.I.O.T. Five. Spectre is on silent."
The Black Hawk moved towards their position, circling the area and using the ECMs to disrupt any further opcical and radio communications. Basically, they were blind and deaf, not to mention had their positions exposed. Surveillance suggested that the nearest team was close... too close.
"Hang on, hold your position! You got a light machine gun squad headed your way, Captain- looks like twelve of them. Get ready for heavy activity. I've scrambled their sensors, but they still know what's going on. Expect them to use thermal optics, if they have 'em."
It seemed that the fireteam that she had sent to higher ground would have to wait- Red had major incoming on her position. The other fireteam at the opening into the road was behind cover, waiting with their Javelins. The other four were armed with the standard Sturmwind CQB, but were still capable of reducing the enemy numbers by quite a stretch.
Dorian, who was in command of that fireteam, sighed to himself. This was not good- it looked like there were about thirty of them coming in. Seemed like they wanted Red and her team good and dead... Good thing they didn't know where they were- that meant that R.I.O.T. still had first strike capability.
That wouldn't last long, though...
"Captain, this is fireteam two. We got incoming on our position- a lot of 'em. If there's any time to bring in the pain, it's now..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 6:15 pm
Red advanced with the fire-team. Unfortunately for the enemy, they were advancing through the allies. When the order to fire was given, they would be caught off guard, picked off one after the other. It wouldn't matter that most of these humans were cyborgs if they were exposed, at a disadvantage because the team knew their position without the enemy knowing anything. Pin point fire would disable CPU units first, limbs and extremities as a second option to demobilize and disarm. A few greanades in the choke-points would take care of multiple enemies, leaving a pile of flesh and scrap for the others to clear. The fire teams fell back across the street, leaving the positions for the enemy as they took cover in the city scape and turned the road into a firing range.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 7:32 pm
And soon, the incoming fireteam of twelve that was closing on their position were taken out via a swift, calculated surprise attack. As the squad retreated to the alleys and behind the corners of buildings, those who chased after them down the alleys were effectively taken out by grenades. By the time they had some semblance of what was going on, about fifty were eliminated out of a total of two hundred.
Unfortunately for Captain Redra, chances of the advantage lasting were slim, as they started getting wise to their tactics. One of them seemed to have the right idea about switching to thermal vision, and he surreptitiously indicated to two more that they do the same.
The remaining company of 150 had divided into three different platoons of fifty each. And now that they had someone who could actually see their positions leading them... well, this was about to get much harder. Because Red's fireteam now had one hundred cyborgs and synthetic humans headed in her direction, while Dorian's fireteam had fifty.
Both were now heavily outnumbered, and were about to be pinned down in less than sixty seconds...
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