No way out.
Zero percentage of survival.
Those were the odds.
For two pilots of the militias pilots, it weighed heavily on their shoulders knowing that after all they had done in the name of freedom for the frontier, the IMC would finally get the better of them. Cornered and trapped in a building barely standing as the sound of boots sloshing through the murky water echoed from outside dragging with it the sense of impending doom.
Both were low on ammo. Their titans destroyed after upholding protocol 3. Fat load of good that did them in the end. There was no one to pull them from the fire this time. The only way out was to go down in flames and take as many of those IMC bastards down as they could.
A white clad pilot appeared in the doorway of the building, R-101C up in his shoulder as he scanned the area in front of him. A singular shot to the cranium proved he hadn't looked hard enough. A second and third pilot uncloaked on the other side of the room as their abilities ran dry having come in cloaked through the window. Automatic gunfire from a V-47 Flatline caught one in the chest and the other at his waist punching through the body armour they wore and injuring both.
Both were finished off with singular shots to the head from the same weapon as the first,
That was the end of their good luck.
Three more stim pilots flew in through the door and scattered inside the room. One met his end at the end of the V-47 but the other two quickly located the two militia pilots hidden in the shadows and proceeded to engage.
R-97 rounds flew at one target and was met with the pained cry from the female militia pilot. The other found himself quickly engaged in hand to hand combat. The fight was short and swift ending with the second militia pinned to the ground staring through his helmet up at the symbol of an apex predator card.
Outclassed from the start.
The first pulled out their sidearm and levelled it at the female pilot's head, who was trying to crawl towards her weapon leaving a slick blood trail in her wake, but it was too late for her. The executioner turned her helmet and blood red visor to face the other militia pilot.
"No one will remember you scum."
A gunshot rang.
The militia pilots body slumped to the ground unmoving.
The wingman wielding IMC scum turned the barrel and pointed straight at the second one's helmet. Unable to move, all he could do was accept his fate.
"We'll kill you all'"
Those last words were followed by the report of a wingman firing.
