Michael Arck
Anubis Prime Syndicate
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Posted - 2013.09.01 09:15:00 -
[1] - Quote
Walking briskly down the main corridor, the young man in dress down gear stared forward like a cold machine with thoughts of torture for the weak. He was thin and hair was perfectly cropped. Men and women of the ship shuffled past him, almost fearful to look him in the eye. Salutes were given, stares met his and quickly found a new object to stare upon. The metal door opened with a whoosh and the silhouette of a man before an orange holo screen was all he can see.
"Sir, the Null cannon has been taken. They are now protecting the objective and await your orders"
Lieutenant could sense the ravenous smile that cracked his commander's granite like face. He slowly turned, looking to face his young lieutenant that would no doubt someday look to take his position from him. He would be damned to let him have it easy.
"Then proceed as plan. Begin sending our MCC. And let's get some strikes in there. I want the infestation cleared. You have your orders."
If the commander had a smile, the Lt couldn't see it. His face still couldn't be illuminated in the darkness that bathed the room. But no one wished to see the commander in the light. Scars from several wars and bombardments had left the commander looking a little less desirable. The scar from his time on Molden Heath proved his worth. His cybernetic eye exposed his stubborn persistence. This was a man you had to kill many times over before he would rest.
"As you wish"
The Lt spun on his heel, practically playing chicken with the door as he moved at a pace that the sensors failed to realize at the moment. Raising his forearm as he stepped through the door that opened within nanosecond of his approach, he tapped a button that laid on his cufflink of his dress down and a screen appeared. Selecting comms, he radioed down to the surface.
Hell was no word to describe the chaos. Blood quenched the thirst of the sands. Agonizing screams challenged the winds. A blanket of gunfire could be heard for miles. Yet mercenaries pressed on, with no fear of the outcome. To die was to give birth to a new you. To die was to return.
Michael Arck fired upon the resistance as enemies appeared on his radar, approaching from the north. A synchronized look to his squadmate uttered a command without a spoken word. His squadmate, Tyrunis, slung his Locus grenades from behind cover to shake up the monotony, if such a word could be used in the act of war. Then he rose from behind cover and allowed his death engine to play a drumroll upon the unsuspected. They were all that's left of the six man squad. A special team called "Guardians of the Scales" from the Anubis Prime Syndicate.
Michael, on cue, rose to the right of Tyrunis, laying down the few who were left to be mopped up. Tapping on his partner's shoulder, Tyrunis began backing up towards the objective while maintaining a blanket of covering fire. Ty looked upwards to the MCC and saw the extensive damage.
"We have to keep them from the NULL Cannon command uplink!! They are almost finished!!" Ty screamed over his HMG.
Michael spoke not a word. Racing to the uplink, he laid down a couple of remote explosives for an added defensive. The enemy was doubling their efforts. A slight beeping went off in his ear. Michael answered with a slight head **** to his right.
"Anubis, it's Nephthys. We are green on the motion. Begin your rise to Ra", said the calm voice on the other side of Michael's comms
Michael replied while the ferocity of his AR took down several inexperienced mercs.
"Copy that Nephthys, we'll see you in the Valley of the Kings"
Ty and Michael rushed for their LAV, hidden behind the sand hillside. The strike was coming soon. Michael and Ty both knew that they would fire upon them if need be. Even though death was conquered, both mercenaries still haven't gotten used to dying.
Michael leaped for the front seat while Tyrunis climbed into the back. He could see the support ships bringing in LAVs for the now chasing mercs.
"Go! Go! Go!" Ty screamed while slapping on the metal of the vehicle. Dust shot into the air, momentarily covering their escape as a shell split the dust cloud apart and slammed itself into Tyrunis's chest. Mike could read his vital signs slowly fading within his HUD in his dropsuit.
"Ty! I need you alive and I need them dead!"
Three LAVs came over the hillside chasing the two assailants. Bullets ripped through the sand next to their tires. Michael power slid into a corner, mashing as hard as he could into the gas. Tyrunis harden determination would not let him lose consciousness. He opened fire on the LAVs, opting to shoot the drivers. Red splattered all over the open seat of the enemy vehicle as his turret ripped into the masked driver. White flesh that seemed to be something from a horror movie littered the vehicle. The LAV veered left while the second enemy LAV took lead. Ty screamed in agony.
Michael read the scans. Ty flatlined. It was only him left now. Pushing his LAV to the limit, Michael kept a low profile while several projectiles tore into his LAV. The damage was getting costly and time was evaporating. Seeing the ridge, Mike accepted his fate and launched his vehicle over it.
Jumping out from the LAV, he saw the ground rushing upwards to slap him. Activating his inertia dampeners, he heard the friendly ships fire upon the air behind him as white light flooded his visuals. The white light almost tricked him into believing himself dead. He rose and dusted himself, surveying the land. Reaching for pistol, he answered an incoming transmission.
"Excellent work Anubis. Payment has been transitioned to your account."
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