March 21, 3086...
"Stone Go Home!" the crowd in the marketplace was huge-and they had a definite view of what they appeared to desire.
"I think we're not as popular here." Captain David McKinnon said wryly.
"That's an understatement. It's been like this since we landed in January." the Intelligence Officer, Gloria Barncourt, said blankly.
A stone bounced off the lead APC's windshield, leaving a small white mark where the stone had chipped.
"Well... I guess we get to it, then... Company, Suit up, disperse this mess, the New Governor's arriving in a few hours."
The rear hatches of the four vehicles dropped open, and battlesuited infantry poured out.
"Platoon, Arm weapons." The suit unit formed a cordon around the vehicles, as the loudspeakers came on.
"You are conducting an illegal demonstration, you will disperse in five minutes, or be fired upon."
someone in the crowd shouted something, and the demonstrators started throwing rocks.
"Warning shots first." the Captain said. Barncourt watched a screen in the back of the vehicle, and shook her head, "Here it comes..." she muttered.
The suits fired their machineguns into the air.
Someone in the mob threw a Molotov, and suddenly, it wasn't very funny anymore.
"Suppress the riot." the Captain said.
More bottles of flammables hit- vehicles, suits, everywhere.
Then, the suits replied.
sixteen pairs of Machineguns opened up, mowing people like grass, as the unit advanced.
Barncourt looked over at the Captain. "I thought we weren't supposed to be using deadly force, sir." she said.
He shrugged, "None of 'em are Citizens, besides, they shot first-we're just returnin' fire... besides, who'll miss a few Laosers anyway? It's not like we're here for them, we're here to promote the interests of the Republic, and they're not necessary for that... maybe we'll get the leaders or something, that'll resolve it."
Barncourt muttered something, and continued recording.
"Stone Go Home!" the crowd in the marketplace was huge-and they had a definite view of what they appeared to desire.
"I think we're not as popular here." Captain David McKinnon said wryly.
"That's an understatement. It's been like this since we landed in January." the Intelligence Officer, Gloria Barncourt, said blankly.
A stone bounced off the lead APC's windshield, leaving a small white mark where the stone had chipped.
"Well... I guess we get to it, then... Company, Suit up, disperse this mess, the New Governor's arriving in a few hours."
The rear hatches of the four vehicles dropped open, and battlesuited infantry poured out.
"Platoon, Arm weapons." The suit unit formed a cordon around the vehicles, as the loudspeakers came on.
"You are conducting an illegal demonstration, you will disperse in five minutes, or be fired upon."
someone in the crowd shouted something, and the demonstrators started throwing rocks.
"Warning shots first." the Captain said. Barncourt watched a screen in the back of the vehicle, and shook her head, "Here it comes..." she muttered.
The suits fired their machineguns into the air.
Someone in the mob threw a Molotov, and suddenly, it wasn't very funny anymore.
"Suppress the riot." the Captain said.
More bottles of flammables hit- vehicles, suits, everywhere.
Then, the suits replied.
sixteen pairs of Machineguns opened up, mowing people like grass, as the unit advanced.
Barncourt looked over at the Captain. "I thought we weren't supposed to be using deadly force, sir." she said.
He shrugged, "None of 'em are Citizens, besides, they shot first-we're just returnin' fire... besides, who'll miss a few Laosers anyway? It's not like we're here for them, we're here to promote the interests of the Republic, and they're not necessary for that... maybe we'll get the leaders or something, that'll resolve it."
Barncourt muttered something, and continued recording.