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The Thresher (named after the thresher maws of Tuchunka): images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTOssMRe-vzUXr_HsD1asJ2AdqemLg1YXkynrYNqK B_LrGeoODw
Command APC/CV: photos/feature/3823/model_
Jaguar: . /-03hujGoU5Sw/TmOLE-zmhEI/AAAAAAAABYk/z_7f8Tz8Ci4/ s1600/Killzone_Buggy_by_
Body Armor: /LotS/Aegis_Dreadnaught_Body_Armor /LotS/Aegis_Dreadnaught_Leg_Armor /LotS/Tactical_Visor /LotS/Aegis_Dreadnaught_Boots /LotS/Aegis_Dreadnaught_Gauntlets
Gauss Sniper Rifle: photos/62773645 N06/6427573403/in/pool-pimpmygun/
SHOTGUN: photos/62773645 N06/6439478505/in/pool-pimpmygun
Gauss SAW: .
Gauss Assault rifle: photos/49607772 N06/4945493274/
Big. Fucking. Pistol. (Gauss) section8/images/c/c0/MOR-94_Hammer_
Music to listen to C&C Red Alert music (Hell March) starts at **
I know it's a lot of data, but it's how I see it, or pretty darn close anyway…
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After the quick brief, Jarud made his way down to the armory, where he was going to check in and make sure every fighter, gunship, and drop-ship was ready to be pushed to, and maybe past its limits.
Closely following him was his combat engineer, Lieutenant Zhephod Dari, an unnaturally dark skinned Turian who always wore a load of bright orange war paint; he never seemed to take of his visor, nor his communication head-set. But it was all in good nature he seemed almost always ready for anything… at least Jarud hoped he was always ready…
After a few seconds of walking, Jarud and, Z made it into the armory, and they immediately scanned (Z quite literally scanned) the room for Ellis McKinney the SpitFires' head mechanic.
It took only a few seconds before Z piped up, "there he is, hiding under the jaguar." As he said, that he pointed to the buggy that was going under pre-battle checks.
As they got nearer they heard that Ellis was talking to a private, "me and my buddy Keith were out huntin' and Keith said to me 'that tree looked at me funny!' and he decided to shoot it with a shotgun, so I-"Jarud interrupted him "Captain McKinney, report on overall vehicle status!" Jarud needed to know as soon as possible, the Kirshain would know of them orbiting the station 1500 clicks out sooner or later.
Ellis was a little surprised to see the commander, "Commander! All but one of the vehicles, are primed and, ready for shootin'!" he replied, seemingly optimistic that all was going to plan.
"Status on the, all but one, Captain?" Jarud asked with a mask of sarcasm as he peered at the jag, that Ellis was under currently.
"Well, she was ready, but her driver said somthin' about, not stoppin' when she told it to. So I went in and got her brakes bleeded… and refilled, ya know after I bleeded em'" Ellis said in a matter-of-fact fashion.
Jarud was happy about that; it meant the SpitFire was ready to give a 100% attack run.
"Thank you for the report, Captain" Jarud let out, to Ellis, who immediately stuck his head back under the chassis of the jag.
Jarud was heading back to the mess hall for a quick eat before, he left his beloved ship.
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After a quick meal of concentrated nutrition for Turians (referred to as CNT), Jarud was headed back to the armory to get suited up, into his combat fatigues, load up his gear… and leave to go kick down the front door (MURRICA' STYLE).
While getting into his gear, Jarud noted that only the Turians and, the Humans wore the titanium tungsten alloy armor. He ran thoughts of why other races were issued different armor.
The Asari were putting on a skintight suit, then a very minimal amount of armor, they appeared to be set up for stealth instead of being tanks.
The Quarians were adding more plating and, and larger shield generator's; he knew that was so they were as able as humans, as they were generally weaker.
As soon as everyone was suited up and in formation, the battle stations alarm sounded and men started jugging to select vehicles which then formed into the drop ships, Jarud made his way into his field command "van".
It wasn't roomy, but it wasn't cramped either, it was cozy. It had enough radar to encompass the entire SpitFire, powerful enough radios to contact the station from 1500 clicks out, a built-in anti-EMP shielding, lead lined doors(and windows), enough supplies to last a month, with a crew of five.
(And an XXL cup holder attached to each seat.)
When it came to tech, GFE had it all. Mainly because GFE was run by the company's that DESIGNED and MADE everything they used, they even get all there raw materials free, because they own all of the mining company's they need.
The main battle tank, the Thresher could withstand a 10 megaton thermonuclear blast… as a direct hit. It had osculating quad treads, and a 245mm cannon. That thing was a haus. (It was a human thing, Jarud didn't really understand it)
Jarud also remembered the GFEN Palaven. She was a Frigate, attached to the underside of the Spitfire, and was ready to deploy as soon as she was needed.
** On a moment's notice, red lights started flashing in the hanger. Vehicles and, infantry started making their way into the Drop-Ships and Gunships. Jarud's CV found a gull, which was marked as a squadron leader and, made its way in, followed by 3 jags.
As soon as the door on his craft closed he clambered out of his CV, and up into the cockpit of the gull, where he found the pilot and, Z.
Jarud felt the need to be a badass, when he told the troops it was time to move out, and two sentences came to mind 'as soon as everyone's ready, let's go.' Or 'rev em' up and, let's get this show on the road!' he chose the latter.
The only response Jarud got was the sound of engines turning on, and a loud hissing roar as the hanger of the SpitFire de-pressurized.
As every ship in the hanger leapt off the ground and into the air for a few seconds, time froze, and Jarud looked around him to see soldiers tying themselves into the seats, holstering weapons, and pilots moving joysticks and pedals.
He saw Liara and Leyte climbing into the CV, knowing that they were behind three more inches of Tungsten and Titanium than anyone else in the attack force gave him the kick of bravery he needed.
"Hit it!" he said into the attack force's pilots.
Not a second after that, ships poured out from the sides of the SpitFire, and followed by the Palaven detaching from the lower mid-section of the dreadnought, where she was tucked away for safety when not needed.
Leading the charge as a spearhead was the Palaven flanked by the gulls, pegasai, and so many wreaths.
It would have been enough to scare even Jarud, but he was commanding that force.
He felt un-stoppable, but he knew better.
|\_/| it took mere minutes for the attack force to get in weapons range of the Kirshain, and radar lit up like a Christmas tree. (Something he got from a book)
"Holy hell, Look at em' all!" Z let past his mandibles, eyes widening in terror. Jarud felt the need to agree with him, as outdated the fighters the Kirshain were using, there were a few more than they expected, the SpitFire ships were outnumbered, 2 – 1.
Jarud just put his claws over his mouth.
"Palaven, take aim and fire, first chance you get!" Jarud ordered to the Officer in command of his beloved Frigate. "Everyone else, pick a target and give em' hell!" Jarud knew that the well trained men of the SpitFire could handle a little uprising; they were given the best training the universe had to offer.