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The pair of Revenant troops worked together silently, even as 3" flak rounds chewed up the scenery in front of them. They worked the positively ancient 'Woodpecker' type 92, a relic from the Japanese occupation, the first man continuously firing at the distant ships through the attached telescopic scope, even as the second quickly fed ammo strips into the hungry receiver, never having an empty hand as he passed himself one 30 round strip after another from the small pile at his feet.
It was such an intensive process keeping the gun fed with such short ammo strips that neither noticed immediately when the rifleman behind them stopped firing.
They were made aware of the impending danger only by Georgia's hands, the submarine grabbing both of their heads from behind and smacking them into each other with enough force to turn both of their skulls to broken mulch. The submarine didn't pause even as the glowing brain matter slowly dissipated off her, scrabbling on all fours out of the crater as her Rigging finished off the rest of the squad behind her.
Georgia drew the knife from where it was clenched between her teeth, eye glowing with cold malevolence as she closed the distance to another group, these ones laying down amidst the flattened remains of the local foliage as they laid down suppressive fire on the fleet.
She hopped onto the first revenant, letting her weight crush his spine like a matchstick, before kicking her way free, running forward as the next soldier twisted to look her way-
She hauled off and kicked him in the elbow, driving the entire upper arm through his shoulder and into his face like a nail. The crunching sound came between reloads, and was audible enough that the others noticed. Georgia's Rigging fell on three of them as they tried to scramble to their feet to face her, all crunching teeth and growls now that they had been discovered.
Georgia sprinted into one of the closer enemies, swinging her knife like a cleaver into his left knee. As the now one-legged man fell, she ripped the M-60 out of his withered hands, before turning and spraying down the rest of the group with it, even as they brought their own weapons to bear.
Georgia didn't even wink as rounds pinged off her hull, some embedding themselves within her tiles while others made comparatively large dents in her outer hull. Her point-blank return fire mulched most of the survivors, the submarine almost draining the MG's box magazine as the barrel began to glow a cherry red.
Her one-armed spray down was interrupted as the weapons operator expired, the gun falling apart in the submarine's hands with a final internal explosion as it misfired. Georgia's face twitched in a small snarl as she simply hauled back and hucked the hunk of junk in her hands at one of the last revenant troops.
The pile of rusted junk missed, but caused the man to dodge into the teeth of her Rigging, the submarine's extension ripping him asunder as Georgia scanned for more targets. Her eye alighted on another group, these ones taking cover behind one of the tanks she had destroyed earlier.
Or at least, she had assumed to be destroyed. As she watched the turret traversed slightly, before firing a shell downrange. It was still combat-capable, though it had apparently been rendered stationary, treads on the right side missing entirely.
One of the gunmen dipped back around the broken threads of the Walker, abruptly making glowing eye contact before gesturing at her as she sprinted to close the distance. No voice issued forth, but the other cursed men looked over all the same at the silent warning.
They opened fire on her, some of the riflemen picking themselves up and countercharging to buy their heavy gunners more time.
The tank's turret began to rotate slowly, apparently being manually operated.
Georgia didn't stop to engage as they made contact, simply lowering her helmeted head and ramming the men that dared stand directly in her way like a rampaging bull. As her center of gravity was so low, the first two were sent cartwheeling over her, smacking into the muddy ground behind her with shattered legs. One was sent tumbling backward, and had his chest caved in as Georgia ran over him.
Pieces of Georgia's clothing and skin tore, as MG fire made an absolute mess of her outer layer of tiles, but it was not enough to stop her from closing the distance.
I rammed into the target in front of me, one of the heavy gunners, carrying the hapless being forward until I hit the stationary tank behind him. I kept going, he did not, as I crushed my way through the vehicle's rear armor. The familiar sight of an engine block greeted me for the brief moment it took me to begin tearing my way through it. The running engine flying apart as I carved my way through the block to the other side. Smashing a radiator off its mounting and out of my way, I came to the wall that, I assume, led to the turret basket.
I stabbed my Re-tooth knife into the relatively thin metal, twisting and carving out a half-moon shape before simply punching the rest of the way through in my impatience.
I caught a face full of bullets as I began to climb in, the tank operators shooting at me with short-barrelled submachine guns. I quickly pushed up against one and ripped the weapon out of the target's hands. I found the trigger, and emptied the rest of the magazine into its former owner, before hopping down off the turret basket on top of another tanker.
I simply let myself drop, carrying us both to and through the floor, crushing him through the metal flooring into the dirt below. I quickly climbed back in through the hole, leaving the pancaked mess behind me to dissipate, as the MG's outside was finished off by my Rigging.
I picked my way out of the vehicle again, idly picking up one of the 76mm tank rounds from the magazine as I left. As I exited the wrecked vehicle I saw my Rigging float up from the savaged corpses of the gunners I had passed. I nodded to myself in satisfaction before hopping into my cockpit, which rode low for a moment to allow me to more easily climb on.
There were more targets in the area. Our work was not yet done.
With Hakone:
The first warning we had that dad had entered the fight was explosions, a LOT of them!
I wasn't able to really keep track, but when it stopped, the enemy fire seemed to practically vanish. Only a few scattered shells came in from the surroundings, and even the small arms fire was beginning to slacken.
"Come on!"
I turned to Lao, who was practically dragging mom towards where the nearest enemy land-boat had been, now a smoking wreck, "We won't get a better chance to punch through!" She continued, letting out a shiver in the now freezing rain.
I nodded, before glancing back at Anne and Kee "You heard the Kanmusu! Let's go!" I yelled.
Anne paused to look over at me, a silently snarling human held by the neck in her hands, before giving me a small nod. She clenched, shearing off the enemy's head, before turning and ambling off after Lao and Chitose as fast as her cane allowed.
Ky Hoa, who had been behind her, yelped, as Anne idly dipped downwards and swept the short girl up with one arm. Straightening, the Cessex threw the minesweeper over her shoulder, leaving her legs flailing behind her.
"Stop that! I can run on my own!" Ky Hoa yelled angrily, before giving a yip in alarm as one of Anne's guntacles gently bapped her on the bridge in reprimand.
I smiled, before running after her.
We made it to the wreck, Diane, and Robin clearing the way with their ordinance. The dead humans were starting to thin out now, to the point we could easily keep them from closing the distance with us, though why they kept trying I didn't really know. They were a bit scary, but so was dad when she was a bit angry-
A tank round sped by at a lower velocity than I'd come to expect, catching one of the few zombies in visual range in the chest and impaling it before detonating.
As chunks of dirt settled Diane traced the projectile back, and narrowly avoided opening fire as a familiar form appeared out of the purple smoke and fog, the second of which had only thickened with the sudden cold.
"Georgia!" I sprinted forward, a big smile on my face as the Submarine got closer.
Lao grabbed my Rigging as I made to pass, her face white as a sheet.
"Hey! Let go!" I said, a bit annoyed. I could have torn free, the Frigate was nowhere NEAR my displacement, but I wasn't about to drag her around behind me! That would be rude!
"L-L-Look at her!" I did so, a little confused, sure she was looking a bit chewed up, and was wearing what looked like an enemy's bridge as a hat, but it was still-
I stopped resisting the Frigate.
For a brief moment, I couldn't see any recognition in Georgia's eye, the sub simply staring blankly at us all.
The boiler-cavitating moment was broken, as Georgia snapped her head upwards, a sudden shriek sounding overhead.
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