Kira Halycon
Science For Death
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Posted - 2014.03.03 08:19:00 -
[1] - Quote
Sirens sound, echoes undulating with the ring of booted feet as the squad runs down the bright corridor.
Chrono Set.
"Right. Cover here while we advance. Get the hacking modules in place." the Squad Lead's words sound a calm warning. "We got five minutes till CONCORD board and a real fight on our hands."
The Customs Office had detected their presence, automated drones pouring out of deployment hatches to protect its computer systems. Red floods the TACNET.
"Watch for -"
"Drones ! Drones all over !" The Logi yells over the Comms, hurriedly dropping the scanner in place, Rep Tool swirling golden light around the squad. The sound of combat rifles and heavy machine gun cuts the air.
The scout hums softly in tune with his cloak as the drone shadows flit past him.
Soft words. "Modules in position Boss." The comforting hum of the cloak energizes around him once more as he runs to the next objective, stray combat rifle bullets flashing, biting into his shield, drone parts spattering against the wall near him. A frown as he leaps over a low wall. Squad Lead doesn't usually miss..
"Bloody Caldari POCOs" The Heavy grunts, rolls away from the concentrated rail fire, his shoulder black and carbonized, a swirl of golden nanites around him.
A crackle over the comms "Sniper overwatch here. CONCORD's made drop at the hangar" Siinnngg CRACK!
The Squad Lead checks the CRONO. Five minutes, ten seconds. Hangar extraction at 6 minutes. That Capsuleer better be on time or he's not getting his 10%.
Boots ring on metal as the squad runs toward the hangar.
"Boss, its not CONCORD, its a dozen Hellstorm!" chunder chunder zing. Arrggh. Thunk. ..... static.......
Sniper down. Time for Plan B.
"Break left, Airlock." The Squad Lead snaps. "Blow it!"
A pile of remotes and his squad pulls back. Heavy machine gun fire opens up. Tac atta catac of combat rifles blurs with the burst of dronefire.
"Drones found us Boss!" Blue shimmers around the squad, nanites swirling. Squad Lead pulls into the alcove to set a beacon.
"Some cover, lads." Comms Crackle. "Capsuleer, change plans. Pick us up, beacon in five."
BLAAM! A whoosh of air and cold blackness, the huge Customs Office slab spinning away from them. Bars of light flash off faceplates, rockets burn and giant bubbles swirl far above all in silence.
"Steady lads, the red fleet can't see us... There's our ride." A tiny ship swoops towards them, suddenly huge. De-cloak shimmering, enveloping the squad in safe, safe green light.
Hope Sniper's clone was paid up. The Squad Lead wonders if next time his team will be defending Sibot Customs Office, instead of taking it.
"Summer or Winter, long as we get paid." |