Lieutenant Gregory Jakobson hit the ridge line hard, and brought his
scope-sighter up, scanning the overlook of the GDI outpost, as the four
riflemen of his squad joined him in the dirt. He tracked his vision over
the base, recording the patterns the Wolverine scout-walkers made as the
patrolled over the nearby terrain. He could also see the harvester leave on
its way for the nearby Tiberium fields, wending its way past the gates and
walls of the outer defences. And finally, he could see the group of Titan
walkers and Hover M,L.R's that were gathered for transport to the nearest
NOD hotspot.
"Well, the base seems intact. Send out a message to the command center, Fields" he ordered the corporal who carried the radio-gear, who quickly bent to his task.
"Ah, sir? What's that that's coming in from over there?" Private Coris said, and pointed out over beyond the other side of the canyon, where a indistinct shape could be seen wending its way towards the base from a minor path.
"I don't know" Jakobson said, and moved his sight over the area. He stared for a few seconds, then turned back to Corporal Fields. "Warn them they have incoming Stealth tanks. I can make out about five at least, but they all went into cloak as I sighted them, so there may be more!"
"Yessir!" the corporal replied, relaying the information to the base. "They say they're deploying a MSA unit over there, so they should be okay."
"Well, let's go join them then!" the lieutenant said, and slung himself over the edge of the ridge, climbing down the cliff with his pulse rifle slung over his shoulder, the other four riflemen joining him in his descent.
They hit the ground floor after a fairly easy descent, then proceeded at a jogging pace towards the now fully alert base, with Vulcan turrets swinging to follow their path as they approached and passed the gate. Suddenly, a twirling light activated, and a siren started wailing, as a weird piercing noise suddenly filled the half-light of the clouded day.
"What the fuck is going on know? Goddamn it!" Jakobson said, and tuned his own radio into the base frequency, just in time to catch the end of the message.
"-peat, All forces, either hit the deck or get into shelter, NOD Banshee's are incoming on our position, and they don't look like their here to surrender." was the radio-man's hurried voice, as the source of the noise approached, and the silhouette of the feared Banshee appeared through the low cloud banks. The bases perimeter SAM sites opened up, unloosing volleys of missiles at the Banshee, which simply did an impossible looking flip and dive, emerging unscathed, only to be caught by a second volley which had been launched immediately after the first. The weird shaped bomber exploded, crashing into a wall, flipping up, and coming to a rest to burn, unnoted by anyone as another three Banshee's appeared. Jakobson and his men fired at the Banshee's as they flitted on overhead, and saw one develop a slight shudder as one of their hits obviously paid off. They continued on, this time at a full dash towards the protection of a nearby group of sandbags, as they saw the Banshee's unload their lethal fire at MSA, which rocked from all the near misses, until the final green orb penetrated the driver's canopy, sending a flaming ball into the sky as the MSA exploded, the sensor tower crashing to the ground, as the Banshee's continued on, easily avoiding all the SAM fire, and fire that came from a few other riflemen who had struggled out of the barracks when the siren had started up.
"Oh fuck. Are we screwed now or what?" remarked Private Kloden, as he watched the MSA burn. "But still, that looks really pretty"
"Shut up Kloden. Get your ass over to the command center. We still got a job to do." Jakobson remarked, and sent Kloden, still gazing at the fire, straight to the command center, while the rest of the group headed over to the gates, trudging past the also flaming wreckage of the Banshee.
"Piece of shit" muttered Sergeant Aisla, unslinging his rifle and unloading a few rounds in to it.
"Stop wasting ammo, just get to the wall. Shoot up the Stealth's when they decloak that shold get rid of some anger" Jakobson told him, moving against the wreckage of the wall. "Keep an ear out for the motors"
They waited, and soon could here the faint revving of engines that signified that the stealth's were close. They crouched down behind the wall, occasionally peering over in an attempt to determine where the sound came from, but couldn't distinguish it from the sounds of the patrolling Wolverines and the burning wreckage of the Banshee. Soon, Kloden returned, bringing news of the new Mobile Sensor Array that was being set-up as he spoke.
"Alright then, we can leave the wall and go get some rest." Jakobson started to say, but was interrupted by Kloden.
"Sir, they want us to report straight to the helipad for re-deployment with the Titans and Hover M,L.Rs to the nearest hotspot." Kloden repeated, with no enthusiasm.
"What! We need a break. I'm gonna fall over if I don't get some sleep soon." Coris remarked, his face invisible beneath his helmet
"That's enough soldier! We gotta move on out, no matter how badly it fucks us over. Okay, let's get a jog onto the 'pad" Jakobson ordered, and led his men off into the central part of the base. Halfway there, a burst came over the radio, announcing the location of the stealth tanks. A pair of Orca fighters, who had been prepping when the Banshees had attacked, hovered off to deal with them, as Ganna Squad reached the helipad for relocation to their next assignment.
The next exciting installment in the Ganna Squad series will be written shortly, as Jakobson and his men fight to save a town of civilians from a NOD cyborg attack
"Well, the base seems intact. Send out a message to the command center, Fields" he ordered the corporal who carried the radio-gear, who quickly bent to his task.
"Ah, sir? What's that that's coming in from over there?" Private Coris said, and pointed out over beyond the other side of the canyon, where a indistinct shape could be seen wending its way towards the base from a minor path.
"I don't know" Jakobson said, and moved his sight over the area. He stared for a few seconds, then turned back to Corporal Fields. "Warn them they have incoming Stealth tanks. I can make out about five at least, but they all went into cloak as I sighted them, so there may be more!"
"Yessir!" the corporal replied, relaying the information to the base. "They say they're deploying a MSA unit over there, so they should be okay."
"Well, let's go join them then!" the lieutenant said, and slung himself over the edge of the ridge, climbing down the cliff with his pulse rifle slung over his shoulder, the other four riflemen joining him in his descent.
They hit the ground floor after a fairly easy descent, then proceeded at a jogging pace towards the now fully alert base, with Vulcan turrets swinging to follow their path as they approached and passed the gate. Suddenly, a twirling light activated, and a siren started wailing, as a weird piercing noise suddenly filled the half-light of the clouded day.
"What the fuck is going on know? Goddamn it!" Jakobson said, and tuned his own radio into the base frequency, just in time to catch the end of the message.
"-peat, All forces, either hit the deck or get into shelter, NOD Banshee's are incoming on our position, and they don't look like their here to surrender." was the radio-man's hurried voice, as the source of the noise approached, and the silhouette of the feared Banshee appeared through the low cloud banks. The bases perimeter SAM sites opened up, unloosing volleys of missiles at the Banshee, which simply did an impossible looking flip and dive, emerging unscathed, only to be caught by a second volley which had been launched immediately after the first. The weird shaped bomber exploded, crashing into a wall, flipping up, and coming to a rest to burn, unnoted by anyone as another three Banshee's appeared. Jakobson and his men fired at the Banshee's as they flitted on overhead, and saw one develop a slight shudder as one of their hits obviously paid off. They continued on, this time at a full dash towards the protection of a nearby group of sandbags, as they saw the Banshee's unload their lethal fire at MSA, which rocked from all the near misses, until the final green orb penetrated the driver's canopy, sending a flaming ball into the sky as the MSA exploded, the sensor tower crashing to the ground, as the Banshee's continued on, easily avoiding all the SAM fire, and fire that came from a few other riflemen who had struggled out of the barracks when the siren had started up.
"Oh fuck. Are we screwed now or what?" remarked Private Kloden, as he watched the MSA burn. "But still, that looks really pretty"
"Shut up Kloden. Get your ass over to the command center. We still got a job to do." Jakobson remarked, and sent Kloden, still gazing at the fire, straight to the command center, while the rest of the group headed over to the gates, trudging past the also flaming wreckage of the Banshee.
"Piece of shit" muttered Sergeant Aisla, unslinging his rifle and unloading a few rounds in to it.
"Stop wasting ammo, just get to the wall. Shoot up the Stealth's when they decloak that shold get rid of some anger" Jakobson told him, moving against the wreckage of the wall. "Keep an ear out for the motors"
They waited, and soon could here the faint revving of engines that signified that the stealth's were close. They crouched down behind the wall, occasionally peering over in an attempt to determine where the sound came from, but couldn't distinguish it from the sounds of the patrolling Wolverines and the burning wreckage of the Banshee. Soon, Kloden returned, bringing news of the new Mobile Sensor Array that was being set-up as he spoke.
"Alright then, we can leave the wall and go get some rest." Jakobson started to say, but was interrupted by Kloden.
"Sir, they want us to report straight to the helipad for re-deployment with the Titans and Hover M,L.Rs to the nearest hotspot." Kloden repeated, with no enthusiasm.
"What! We need a break. I'm gonna fall over if I don't get some sleep soon." Coris remarked, his face invisible beneath his helmet
"That's enough soldier! We gotta move on out, no matter how badly it fucks us over. Okay, let's get a jog onto the 'pad" Jakobson ordered, and led his men off into the central part of the base. Halfway there, a burst came over the radio, announcing the location of the stealth tanks. A pair of Orca fighters, who had been prepping when the Banshees had attacked, hovered off to deal with them, as Ganna Squad reached the helipad for relocation to their next assignment.
The next exciting installment in the Ganna Squad series will be written shortly, as Jakobson and his men fight to save a town of civilians from a NOD cyborg attack