Blood War
Chapter 4: Firefight
The alarm sounded and Wallace jumped to his feet. The intercom was filled with static, and then came a rushed and desperate voice.
"All personnel prepare for a fight. We got incoming hostiles." Wallace holstered his M6D. He rushed to the locker on the opposite side of his room. He put the key where it was meant to go and unlocked it. Inside was a variety of things. Mostly weapons. He pulled up his M90 and a couple of fragment grenades and some stolen plasma grenades. The blue lights shimmered in the halls showing where he was to go. Outside the fort, many marines stood in ranks. In the distance Wallace saw them. Several tanks were moving in as well as the gas masked marines he had seen before. This would be a firefight worth fighting. Most of the gas mask marines carried machine gun like weapons, like the one he had taken from the black marine as well as the swords, but some carried different weapons. Several marines stepped forward with Jackhammer's. They all got on one knee and took aim. Their main priority was the tanks. Those would cause the most damage.
There were roars. Several rockets streaked across the battle field. Few tanks remained after the barrage of rockets. The gas masked marines open fired there weapons. The machine gun like weapons blew holes in the marines. Some of the weapons they carried shot plasma and burned the marines. Wallace's M90 was no match for long range combat. He switched to his M6D and went to his scope. He aimed for their fleshy necks and fired. One of the gas masked marines dropped like a stone. More gunfire went off from the enemy including a rocket. It crashed into the base leaving a large break and char mark. The marines with Jackhammers reloaded and got on one knee. Two of them were shot down. Two marines took there place. They fired. The last of the tanks were crushed. More plasma and gun fire. Marines were dropping like flies. Wallace tossed a fragment grenade along with other marines. Several explosions went off. He fired from his M6D again at a gas mask marine with a rocket launcher. He dropped. The enemy was closing in on them. Longsword's flew over their heads toward the enemy ship.
Lawrence armed his missiles. His orders were clear. To blow the enemy ship to hell. Simple as that. He took precise aim at the side. There were char marks on them. He fired what missiles he had into them. So did his accompanying Longsword's. Several explosions occurred in a chain reaction. They turned for a wave of bombs. Lawrence almost had a heart attack. Their missiles did absolutely no harm to the enemy.
"I want bombs dropped on that ship the moment we fly over it." Lawrence was willing to commit kamikaze if it came down to that. He released his bombs. The Longsword's following him released cluster bombs. They rounded. Lawrence sighed in relief. The bombs had punctured holes in top of the ship. Guns roared from the enemy ship and missiles were launched. Lawrence weaved in and out of the missiles. Several Longsword's were shot down. Lawrence fired his guns. The roared as he fired at the guns mounted on top of the ship. They returned fire. One of the cannons blew one of his wings.
"DAMMIT." He was loosing altitude fast. He turned his Longsword so it was on a crash course for their encampment. Meanwhile, he ran to the back and open the weapons locker. He grabbed a MA5B and the new HE pistol. He would take them head on. He opened the hatch and lunged out. His ship crashed and made a huge explosion. Hopefully he had taken a few of the bastards with it. He opened his parachutes and guided himself into the heart of the camp. He saw several little one eyed creatures armed with knives waiting for him. He smiled. "Here we go."
Wallace fired his M90 on the incoming gas masked marine. He fired again into another evil marine. The odds were against him. He crushed another's skull with the butt of his M90. Then he saw it. Figures appeared over the hill. A small army led by four figures. A sniper rifle shot pierced ones skull. Several M90 rounds tore into the gas masked marines. One armed with a MA5B began tearing into gas masked marines as he led the small army into battle. There were whirring sounds. He recognized it as the sound of the swords. Another sniper shot to a gas masked marine with a sword raised. Wallace knew who these figures were. They were the Furies. An elite marine team that lived off of battle. With the new wave of forces they sent the gas masked marines into a retreat. They had survived the least of their troubles.
Lawrence released his parachute when he was meters from the ground. He fired his MA5B into the little ones. There was no way he was gonna die to them. He would take on the entire camp if he lived long enough. The small ones fell to a hail of gun fire. Wave after wave came at him. He ran through them while he slapped in a fresh clip. He quickly turned and began firing upon them. Once again they dropped like flies. He slammed in his last clip and tore into the last waves of the little demons. His ammo counter read 15. Was it enough to kill anything else. Then he heard it. Heavy footsteps approached him. Out of the shadows came five huge figures. They had thick armor and what looked like double barreled version of there original version. One carried what look like a chain gun. The chain gun looking weapon spewed flames. Lawrence dived behind a large crate. He put the barrel of his gun around the corner and fired his last rounds. He could here the bullets ping of the armor. He threw the MA5B at the figures. He drew his side arm and fired around the corner. He could hear them approaching over the pings. He let the empty clip slide out and put in a fresh one. He decided to switch tactics. He ran for the nearest barrels he could find. The figures didn't see him.
He squeezed the barrel between two barrels and looked through the scope. He shot for the neck. He unloaded an entire clip before it fell.
"Damn these things are tough." He was down to his last clip. He put it in and took aim for the one armed with the flame gun. It fell with a heavy thud. He had a single bullet left and shot it into the eye piece of one of their helmets. It held its eye and yelled in pain. It was a human yell. He couldn't care less. That left him with two fragment grenades and a knife. He began to arm the grenade when there was a gun shot. The bullets pierced the barrel and almost blew off his left arm. It hung by mere skin. He yelled in shear pain as he armed one of the grenades and tossed it. He blew two of the things to pieces. "Go to hell you bastards." He armed the last one and threw it. He not only blew the being away, but some of the supplies too. This was too much for him. He ran over, took one of the things weapons and ran into the forest.
Cheers rose from the base as the gas masked marines disappeared over the hill. None of the Longsword's Wallace had seen earlier returned. That meant they had fallen in battle. There was a party inside the base. Drinks and food were passed around. The wounded ate while filled with Biofoam. It was a celebration of their being alive.
Chapter 4: Firefight
The alarm sounded and Wallace jumped to his feet. The intercom was filled with static, and then came a rushed and desperate voice.
"All personnel prepare for a fight. We got incoming hostiles." Wallace holstered his M6D. He rushed to the locker on the opposite side of his room. He put the key where it was meant to go and unlocked it. Inside was a variety of things. Mostly weapons. He pulled up his M90 and a couple of fragment grenades and some stolen plasma grenades. The blue lights shimmered in the halls showing where he was to go. Outside the fort, many marines stood in ranks. In the distance Wallace saw them. Several tanks were moving in as well as the gas masked marines he had seen before. This would be a firefight worth fighting. Most of the gas mask marines carried machine gun like weapons, like the one he had taken from the black marine as well as the swords, but some carried different weapons. Several marines stepped forward with Jackhammer's. They all got on one knee and took aim. Their main priority was the tanks. Those would cause the most damage.
There were roars. Several rockets streaked across the battle field. Few tanks remained after the barrage of rockets. The gas masked marines open fired there weapons. The machine gun like weapons blew holes in the marines. Some of the weapons they carried shot plasma and burned the marines. Wallace's M90 was no match for long range combat. He switched to his M6D and went to his scope. He aimed for their fleshy necks and fired. One of the gas masked marines dropped like a stone. More gunfire went off from the enemy including a rocket. It crashed into the base leaving a large break and char mark. The marines with Jackhammers reloaded and got on one knee. Two of them were shot down. Two marines took there place. They fired. The last of the tanks were crushed. More plasma and gun fire. Marines were dropping like flies. Wallace tossed a fragment grenade along with other marines. Several explosions went off. He fired from his M6D again at a gas mask marine with a rocket launcher. He dropped. The enemy was closing in on them. Longsword's flew over their heads toward the enemy ship.
Lawrence armed his missiles. His orders were clear. To blow the enemy ship to hell. Simple as that. He took precise aim at the side. There were char marks on them. He fired what missiles he had into them. So did his accompanying Longsword's. Several explosions occurred in a chain reaction. They turned for a wave of bombs. Lawrence almost had a heart attack. Their missiles did absolutely no harm to the enemy.
"I want bombs dropped on that ship the moment we fly over it." Lawrence was willing to commit kamikaze if it came down to that. He released his bombs. The Longsword's following him released cluster bombs. They rounded. Lawrence sighed in relief. The bombs had punctured holes in top of the ship. Guns roared from the enemy ship and missiles were launched. Lawrence weaved in and out of the missiles. Several Longsword's were shot down. Lawrence fired his guns. The roared as he fired at the guns mounted on top of the ship. They returned fire. One of the cannons blew one of his wings.
"DAMMIT." He was loosing altitude fast. He turned his Longsword so it was on a crash course for their encampment. Meanwhile, he ran to the back and open the weapons locker. He grabbed a MA5B and the new HE pistol. He would take them head on. He opened the hatch and lunged out. His ship crashed and made a huge explosion. Hopefully he had taken a few of the bastards with it. He opened his parachutes and guided himself into the heart of the camp. He saw several little one eyed creatures armed with knives waiting for him. He smiled. "Here we go."
Wallace fired his M90 on the incoming gas masked marine. He fired again into another evil marine. The odds were against him. He crushed another's skull with the butt of his M90. Then he saw it. Figures appeared over the hill. A small army led by four figures. A sniper rifle shot pierced ones skull. Several M90 rounds tore into the gas masked marines. One armed with a MA5B began tearing into gas masked marines as he led the small army into battle. There were whirring sounds. He recognized it as the sound of the swords. Another sniper shot to a gas masked marine with a sword raised. Wallace knew who these figures were. They were the Furies. An elite marine team that lived off of battle. With the new wave of forces they sent the gas masked marines into a retreat. They had survived the least of their troubles.
Lawrence released his parachute when he was meters from the ground. He fired his MA5B into the little ones. There was no way he was gonna die to them. He would take on the entire camp if he lived long enough. The small ones fell to a hail of gun fire. Wave after wave came at him. He ran through them while he slapped in a fresh clip. He quickly turned and began firing upon them. Once again they dropped like flies. He slammed in his last clip and tore into the last waves of the little demons. His ammo counter read 15. Was it enough to kill anything else. Then he heard it. Heavy footsteps approached him. Out of the shadows came five huge figures. They had thick armor and what looked like double barreled version of there original version. One carried what look like a chain gun. The chain gun looking weapon spewed flames. Lawrence dived behind a large crate. He put the barrel of his gun around the corner and fired his last rounds. He could here the bullets ping of the armor. He threw the MA5B at the figures. He drew his side arm and fired around the corner. He could hear them approaching over the pings. He let the empty clip slide out and put in a fresh one. He decided to switch tactics. He ran for the nearest barrels he could find. The figures didn't see him.
He squeezed the barrel between two barrels and looked through the scope. He shot for the neck. He unloaded an entire clip before it fell.
"Damn these things are tough." He was down to his last clip. He put it in and took aim for the one armed with the flame gun. It fell with a heavy thud. He had a single bullet left and shot it into the eye piece of one of their helmets. It held its eye and yelled in pain. It was a human yell. He couldn't care less. That left him with two fragment grenades and a knife. He began to arm the grenade when there was a gun shot. The bullets pierced the barrel and almost blew off his left arm. It hung by mere skin. He yelled in shear pain as he armed one of the grenades and tossed it. He blew two of the things to pieces. "Go to hell you bastards." He armed the last one and threw it. He not only blew the being away, but some of the supplies too. This was too much for him. He ran over, took one of the things weapons and ran into the forest.
Cheers rose from the base as the gas masked marines disappeared over the hill. None of the Longsword's Wallace had seen earlier returned. That meant they had fallen in battle. There was a party inside the base. Drinks and food were passed around. The wounded ate while filled with Biofoam. It was a celebration of their being alive.
