dustwaffle
Gravity Prone
EoN.
386
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Posted - 2013.08.28 11:05:00 -
[1] - Quote
Another day, another battle. Moving from cover to cover, this soulless mercenary clone dodges under that strategic point known to all us expendable mercenaries as 'The Bridge" to set up a little ammunition nanohive. After several agonizing seconds of running around my nanohive while worrying my head off about snipers unseen, I was set to go!
Charging up the side slope of the bridge, I examined my HUD, noting the positions of my brothers in arms, and learning where my enemies, the dreaded redberries were coming from, I decided to flank them by circling around a rock, which would provide me with minimal cover from those dastardly snipers. Rounding the rock, I am suddenly struck with a feeling of dread laced with apprehension as I start to see the frontlines of the enemy in their push to gain dominance of the bridge.
All of a sudden, one of my potential victims must have been alerted to my lurking presence. With SMG bullets flying every which way but my direction, I start to grin as I ready my trusty GEK assault rifle. Here is a fight, I thought to myself, and not one of us will rest until the other's clone lies still and not breathing on the ground. As I move towards my target, a SMG wielding scout zigzagging his way towards me, I spot another individual in a medium suit detaching his way from the main host. The SMG rounds are shortly after joined by plasma rounds from this new intruder's assault rifle. Steeling myself for a high probability of death, I resolve to take at least one of these mercenaries down. As the shields start dropping on the SMG wielding scout's drop suit, I begin to see a glimmer of hope, just the thinnest silver lining on the two stormclouds heading my way. Dodging the rain of released ammunition, I glance at my ammunition count. 24 bullets left in this clip. "OK, make them count!" As the thought flashes through my mind, I suddenly see my shields indicators flashing in alarm and realize, I might not actually live through this.
Feeling a slight twinge of panic, I spray my remaining rounds in the general direction of the scout, who by now has decided that with the additional back up from his teammate, that his shields are down may or may not matter. He takes a gamble and rushes straight towards me, with a manic glint reflected in all four of the weird eyepieces Gallente scout dropsuits are equipped with (what are they, insects?!?). "BBBRRRRRRNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH" The headshot sound shocks me to my core, while simultaneously injecting a healthy does of adrenaline into my already racing heart. 1 down, 1 more to go, 1 bullet left in my clip.
The medium suit has not been idle in the meantime. These Gallente scum sure do know how to waste their rounds. As I finish reloading my weapon, I see my soon to be dead opponent inexplicably crouching while pulling out an extra magazine. "I have you now!" The thought barely flits through my mind as I show him some Caldari lovin' 28 rounds of superheated plasma rounds pump into his torso, with a number registering hits deep in his helmet.
Blood furiously pounding in my veins, I check my HUD for any incoming reinforcements, both hostile and friendly. All clear. Letting go of that breath I'd been holding in since the middle of my engagement with that infernal scout, I look around to get my bearings and find myself under the bridge again, where my nanohive from before is pulsing, inviting me to replenish my spent ammunition.
As I circle that nanohive like a vulture waiting for its meal to just give up and die, I see that sliver of armour rising, 10%, 25%, 75%, FULL! Feeling pretty good about myself now, I move back up the slope and into position to give some relief to my pinned teammates. The dreaded beast fixes me with a stare from its left headlights, and I can imagine it licking its blood smeared fender as it finishes its turn and starts charging towards me.
This is when... the dreaded beast, that yellow streaked, bloody grilled LLAV, comes charging in like a bull hell bent on exacting revenge on taunting matadors. With nary a thought to the safety of indigenous fauna that might happen to be around me, I dive to the side at the last minute, trusting in my sure footing to not sprain an ankle.
"Quick, to the buildings!" My entire mind is focused on that one thought as I move towards our spawn, hoping against hope that I will make it into blessed safety of walls and insurmountable railings. Moving erratically to avoid getting mowed down, that LLAV and I circle each other. As I gradually inch my way towards the buildings, taking one step backwards for every two forwards, I see the promise of my salvation drawing yet closer.
As I turn around to look that dreaded beast in the eye in the hopes of intimidating it into backing off, my mind filled with doubts, hopes, fears of what might have been and what could still be possible, my heart starts to lift as I know, I will survive this encounter yet.
Next thing I know, I'm splatted by another LAV completely blindsiding me.
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