"Safeties on, do not fire until ordered." Starcraftre spoke into his
microphone.
Affirmatives came through randomly. Meanwhile, the enemy had come close enough to be individually discernable through the radar.
The turrets whined and swiveled, their radars picking up the as of yet not in range enemy.
The less disciplined Collective troops opened fire immediately, missing all but one Titan soldier, who had chosen that inopportune time to raise his head. His decapitated body slid down the back wall into the bottom of the trench.
"Heavies, fire…" Starcraftre whispered into his radio.
The giant, green plasma bolts, churning with raw energy, leapt away from the trenches. They exploded against the front few enemies, vaporizing them.
The turrets opened up and all hell broke loose. The enemy was dieing as fast as they were running.
"Weapons free! Weapons free!" Starcraftre shouted. He turned on his cloak and disappeared from view. The stutter of automatic weapons filled the thin trenches.
"All infiltrators attach!" He ordered.
Flashes signaled the teleporting soldiers.
"Spread out and pick off the officers with your PA's," Starcraftre said. "Only kill normal soldiers when they've spotted you."
The infiltrators nodded and blinked back to their selected positions. Starcraftre watched his radar, seeing dots go out as enemy commanders were killed.
"Retreat! Retreat!" Starcraftre looked at his radio and demanded to know who had made that order.
"I did sir, they've broken through our lines! I suggest everyone come back into the base." Said a veteran heavy.
He looked at his radar and did a double take. Of the 20 soldiers he had brought with him, only 10 were left. He did a radio check and determined that he had 5 infantry, 1 medic, 1 engy, a jump trooper, and 2 infils left, other than him.
"How the hell am I supposed to last for," He checked his watch. "41 more hours with 11 men?"
"All in base, put 1 infil per essential site. Put the med and engy in the armory. 1 infantry and the jumpie, go to the power plant. The other 4, act as a roaming guard. I'll cover the armory. Starcraftre out!"
Chatter went over the radio as the men sorted themselves out. A scream cut through as Starcraftre lost another infiltrator.
Affirmatives came through randomly. Meanwhile, the enemy had come close enough to be individually discernable through the radar.
The turrets whined and swiveled, their radars picking up the as of yet not in range enemy.
The less disciplined Collective troops opened fire immediately, missing all but one Titan soldier, who had chosen that inopportune time to raise his head. His decapitated body slid down the back wall into the bottom of the trench.
"Heavies, fire…" Starcraftre whispered into his radio.
The giant, green plasma bolts, churning with raw energy, leapt away from the trenches. They exploded against the front few enemies, vaporizing them.
The turrets opened up and all hell broke loose. The enemy was dieing as fast as they were running.
"Weapons free! Weapons free!" Starcraftre shouted. He turned on his cloak and disappeared from view. The stutter of automatic weapons filled the thin trenches.
"All infiltrators attach!" He ordered.
Flashes signaled the teleporting soldiers.
"Spread out and pick off the officers with your PA's," Starcraftre said. "Only kill normal soldiers when they've spotted you."
The infiltrators nodded and blinked back to their selected positions. Starcraftre watched his radar, seeing dots go out as enemy commanders were killed.
"Retreat! Retreat!" Starcraftre looked at his radio and demanded to know who had made that order.
"I did sir, they've broken through our lines! I suggest everyone come back into the base." Said a veteran heavy.
He looked at his radar and did a double take. Of the 20 soldiers he had brought with him, only 10 were left. He did a radio check and determined that he had 5 infantry, 1 medic, 1 engy, a jump trooper, and 2 infils left, other than him.
"How the hell am I supposed to last for," He checked his watch. "41 more hours with 11 men?"
"All in base, put 1 infil per essential site. Put the med and engy in the armory. 1 infantry and the jumpie, go to the power plant. The other 4, act as a roaming guard. I'll cover the armory. Starcraftre out!"
Chatter went over the radio as the men sorted themselves out. A scream cut through as Starcraftre lost another infiltrator.