The Siege
Tristan Johnson
03/25/2003:
Triska Voronov shut off all thought as he fired. His heavy uniform flapped from the shotback of his machine gun he used to hold back enemy GI. For almost two years now he had proceeded in an invasion of Europe. He needed to hold off Russia's western front. For months now, allied forces came in non-stop, mostly Germans.
"Dis is vor de motherland." he kept repeating like an ongoing battlefield mantra to keep his priorities on the horrific acts he committed.
Behind him he heard the high pitched wail of Tesla tanks, signaling he had to fall back. Hew ran past the line of tanks with no turrets but two coils that had lightning shooting around it. He watched as they fired, turning men to nothing but gelatin. He quickly loaded his gun and kept mowing down more troops coming in as he noticed devastators coming from behind to melt the rest of the living troops with their radioactive weapon. Suddenly a sharp pain his leg, all he could seed from it was who shot him. Someone in the air.
Adam had shot down one of the Commie conscripts as he flew forward. The Rocketeer starting making precise shots to take down soldiers. He checked his fuel and noticed his tank was at half. He made a hand signal to one of his troopers and turned back to prepare a landing move. He landed quickly to refuel.
Krystle felt the sweat on her brow as she moved her rifle not moving a bit to shoot the operator of one of those Russian death trap tesla tanks. She aimed carefully at the glass command area and made one shot, the operator's head exploded in several parts on the window. Krystle was a sniper, best of her kind. He was part of the Allied British Army. This was one nasty battle.
Tristan Johnson
03/25/2003:
Triska Voronov shut off all thought as he fired. His heavy uniform flapped from the shotback of his machine gun he used to hold back enemy GI. For almost two years now he had proceeded in an invasion of Europe. He needed to hold off Russia's western front. For months now, allied forces came in non-stop, mostly Germans.
"Dis is vor de motherland." he kept repeating like an ongoing battlefield mantra to keep his priorities on the horrific acts he committed.
Behind him he heard the high pitched wail of Tesla tanks, signaling he had to fall back. Hew ran past the line of tanks with no turrets but two coils that had lightning shooting around it. He watched as they fired, turning men to nothing but gelatin. He quickly loaded his gun and kept mowing down more troops coming in as he noticed devastators coming from behind to melt the rest of the living troops with their radioactive weapon. Suddenly a sharp pain his leg, all he could seed from it was who shot him. Someone in the air.
Adam had shot down one of the Commie conscripts as he flew forward. The Rocketeer starting making precise shots to take down soldiers. He checked his fuel and noticed his tank was at half. He made a hand signal to one of his troopers and turned back to prepare a landing move. He landed quickly to refuel.
Krystle felt the sweat on her brow as she moved her rifle not moving a bit to shoot the operator of one of those Russian death trap tesla tanks. She aimed carefully at the glass command area and made one shot, the operator's head exploded in several parts on the window. Krystle was a sniper, best of her kind. He was part of the Allied British Army. This was one nasty battle.