Shyeer Alvarin
Dead Six Initiative
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Posted - 2014.02.13 12:21:00 -
[1] - Quote
My TACNET flashed while my squad and I were on approach to the research outpost in the Myron class dropship. My pilot, Rhespen Duskmere had made something of a name for himself during his brief service in the Dead Six. Well accomplished as a foot soldier but an even better dropship pilot.
"Enemy LAV at twelve o'clock. Coming around for a broadside."
LAV's were rarely more than a nuisance. Rapid ground transport and nothing more. Disposable. I pitched the missile turret mounted in front of me downward and opened fire. All it took was for one shot to hit the driver. After that, we could swoop in and hack the LAV, turning enemy resources against them. No sooner had my first shot hit and a second was on the way that the dropship shuddered and lurched.
"Sica in the mountains and a Gunloggi between the spires! One more hit and we're heading back to the CRU." Rhespen was a good pilot, but he knew when he was being worked. The LAV was clever bait, and the dropship would be an expensive loss.
"BAIL! Xin, Ronan, Harkon, on me. Dakon, Mendov, find a safe place to call in some armor. I want those tanks -gone!-
Every squad needed the token fat suit. His massive armor plating meant that even if the rest of us lost our clones, he'd be mopping the floor with his boundless. There wouldn't be much left aside from mush. Ronan was our backup logistics, and training to be a Murder Medic. Harkon was our resident Assault. As fast on his feet as he was, his tactical competence left something to be desired for a long time. Still, he trained well.
Dakon and Mendov were my lieutenants from The Outcast Dead, both experienced tankers, both extremely competent on their own, but truly a terrifying force to be reckoned with when they tagged together. They stayed in as long as they could while Rhespen's dropship limped away from the impromptu LZ before the third shot from one of the tanks slammed into the cockpit of the Myron. With the shields already depleted, the round tore through the Myron. The angle it was fired from meant it missed the pit.
"Harkon, light up my TACNET. I need to know where they are. Xin, take point. You've got the big gun. Ronan, stay on Xin's ass. If something so much as nicks that armor, I want to know about it." Barking was what I happened to be good at. No time for small talk on my field. "Harkon, I want you being eyes and ears for our tanks. Give them good targets."
Mendov's voice came through my helmet radio. "Gunloggi inbound, ETA thirty seconds. Wiyrkomi'd better not botch this drop."
"Friendly armor inbound. Rally at Alpha, best speed. Wiyrkomi wants that research outpost," I called. "I want minimal damage to the structure."
From there, we split off. As soon as they nodded their acknowledgements, I'd called for an Ishukone Watch LAV. I was going to need transport, and while I may have been a Logistics Operative, I wasn't completely defenseless. While I waited for the arrival of my LAV, I checked my munitions. Fully loaded Rail Rifle, two R-9 Drop Uplinks, two K-2 Nanohives, Six-Kin repair tool, and three remote explosives.
Time to make some noise.
As soon as my LAV dropped, I planted explosives under both the driver and passenger sides of the LAV. The IWS could take some punishment, but if the vehicle was lost, I refused to let it fall into enemy hands. After I climbed in, my first stop was making a reconnaissance pass through the complex. Mendov kept his Ion-Cannon outfitted Gunloggi well behind my LAV in the very likely event I'd need an extra hand. Or cannon, in this case. When opened wide, the tank was truly menacing. I could use that to my advantage.
Ronan's voice exploded into my helmet. "Heavy contact Alpha. They took the crew and they're working on the depot. Xin's gonna make a push, but we need armor support."
"I can do one better than that," Rhespen's voice again. "I've got Beth, Mechoj, Cthulu, Trist, and Hunter. Check your fire, we're dropping hot." He must have gotten into a new clone and picked up a new dropship.
"Enemy Gunloggi down. The Sica's retreated. Clear skies, Rhespen. LOKUN I GANGI!" Shut them down. Dakon would enjoy the hunt and keep the enemy from spitting anti-vehicle weaponry into the sky.
"Mendov, go help the ground team. I'm going to deal with the crew," I said.
"Alone?"
"I've got an explosive personality."
I could almost feel the sick grin coming from the team. Thankfully, I kept extra ammunition stocked on the LAV. I was going to need the extra punch. At that moment, my TACNET alerted me that we had air-support available. "Thank you Rhistel," I thought. "Orbital incoming, gentlemen. Find something to hide under."
Lucky for me, my team kept the enemy penned up at the crew, holding back their advancement. Unlucky for the enemy, it had nothing to hide under. Placement of the orbital was pretty much a no-brainer. No sooner had I requested the strike and asked for a ten second delay was I in my LAV, positioning myself just at the outer edge of the orbital's impressive range waiting for the hell to rain on the enemy.
The first round dropped out of the sky, tearing a gaping hole in the clouds above as the first of eight hybrid rounds slammed the shields of the CRU. The overstressed structure shimmered briefly as the shields were overwhelmed by the kinetic energy, causing them to fail immediately. Any living thing, shielded by dropsuits or otherwise, was vaporized in the blast. My window of opportunity shrank with every second I wasted outside the crew.
The Installation was suffering from severe structural damage from the blast. The sooner it was destroyed, the sooner we could collect our payday and go home. Finishing it off wouldn't take much. The explosives on my LAV did the job rather nicely.
"Sweep and clear. Execute any survivors and get back to HQ. This outpost now belongs to the Wiyrkomi corporation. Let them worry about the damage."
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