RP: Francia [The Francia Frontier] Ep. 1 - Velkommen!

[Fian]

If anyone was going to get deaf, it was Ran. Fian had some really expensive cybernetic ears that, among other things, regulated loud noises to more manageable levels. He got them while drunk during his first shore leave, the first thing that happened to him the night after was a nurse handing him his ears, he still has them in a zip lock bag somewhere.

The same can't be said about his eyes, the moment the first flash went off he recoiled back into his seat, both to put maximum distance between himself and the gun and the second to use whatever scant cover the side of the armored doorframe afforded.

"DAVIS, MAKER, FUCK!" He yelled, rubbing away the gunpowder dust that entered his eyes. Thanks to the Franciean freezer it was a dust and not a cinder. He didn't want to find out if the side window was bulletproof like the rest of the Ambulance. If yes, it was Ricochets, if no it was incoming fire. After Ran was done, the MC tackled the Sergeant unceremoniously out of the other door.

 

[viralyte]

Krex held on for dear life as the truck barreled through the wall of the Grab-n-Gulp. His handgun tumbled, forgotten, as the truck slammed through yet another building. Holding fast to whatever he could grab onto, his body jumped and hit the deck as the truck thumped over something. With the wind knocked out of him, his weapon lost, and no idea where he was in relation to the fighting, he decided it was time for him to collect his bearings and take it easy. Inside the safety of the truck. The gunfire didn't help his hearing, and the bullets ricocheting off the truck definitely made him question the order to take cover. "Like hell I'm leaving this truck." He fumbled around on the ground looking for his lost weapon, making sure to keep his head down, determined not to die inside his temporary sanctuary.

He found his handgun tucked into the corner of the transport. "Fuck, how many rounds did I have left?" He wiped off some stray ration meat off the pistol grip onto his already soiled uniform. Not worrying about it, he kicked the back door of the truck open and tried to use the interior as cover as he lined up his shot.

 

[CadetNewb]

The moment the truck came to a stop, Ran did the unthinkable and pulled out his handgun.

Firing from the inside of the medical transport, his gun boomed several times over as Fian sunk into his seat for cover, unburnt powder striking him like pepper from a 3 year old's shaker. Holes were punched clean through the glass as rounds sparked off of cars, forcing the nearest few into cover before others returned fire. The entire view from inside the cabin turned into a spider-web of cracked ice as both Ran and Fian somehow remained alive - they only had Nepleslia to thank for one-way ballistic glass! With no time for prayers, the prettier of the two shoved the other out of the vehicle and into the snowy streets. Nearby, Krex checked his magazine and found it loaded with 7 rounds of .45 - fresh out of the ration pack! Slipping it back in, he leaned out and took aim, firing as Alice did the same with the submachine gun in her hands.

The pirates were in cover, but they didn't stay that way for long. Blind firing at first, their own guns started hammering into the vehicles the marines hid behind. As sparks flew, the metal hulls plinking as though hellish hail pelted their skins, they could all see a shotgun barrel stick out of a second story window further back to the left.

Taking aim from her vantage point, Slip-Ring neatly lined up the sights on her shotgun on the back and side of one enemy before a dozen holes burst across the man's vest and body, the snow around him turning red as he toppled over. Racking the slide, the nearly literal aim-bot fired again as the first shell toppled to the floor, still smoking. A second man's head snapped around and sighted the gynoid, only to get splattered against the pavement. Bullets snapped into the window sill, the rounds falling short of their mark as the third managed to quickly squeeze off a few rounds before his arm was torn clean off at the shoulder! Fredriika, a floor below and a store over, wasn't about to let her subordinates do all the work either - lining up her handgun, she let loose a handful of shots into the side of one man as the ballistic fabric tore and finally gave, a round slipping into his armpit as the pirate keeled over.

Though they managed to get some shots in, the fight wasn't over yet!

Realizing the threat, several of the pirates turned their guns on Slip-Ring and Fredriika, taking some of the pressure off of the rest at the far side of the street. Even then, if they didn't put the pressure back on the enemy instead, things would go south quickly!

 

[viralyte]

Krex steadied his aim against the side of the cold metal of the door. He juggled trying to get off one of his shots before his attackers focused their fire again and wanting to conserve his precious ammunition. He lined up a shot the best he could and sent the cold metal towards his intended target. He hopped down out of the truck and dived into the rubble of the wall they had just crashed through. He sprawled out trying to get as low to the ground as he could, ducking behind a small pile of prefab rubble. Rolling onto his back and looking towards the front end of the truck he tried to make himself heard. "Hey guys, I'm low on ammo!" Rounds jumped at some bricks near him, pelting him with shards of rock. I shouldn't have left the damn truck. He rolled onto his side and tried to curl into a ball, determined to make as small a target as he could until the fire towards him stopped.

 

[Saul]

Three shots and three targets neutralized. Two more shells left loaded in the weapon. Slip-Ring's optic sensors took in the scene in detail, from the now deeply stained snow to the arm laying off on the nearby sidewalk now. Two hostiles were most assuredly dead and the third would likely bleed out before the fight had finished and be combat ineffective during that time. Far better results than Slip-Ring had been planning on. The Freespacer took a knee as the fourth bandit's gunfire peppered the window-sill and walls - though not punching through to pose any sort of a threat.

It took the time to load three of the four shells in hand back into the shotgun, bringing the ammo load back up to four with one in the chamber, and an additional one in the hand. Along with the box of shells left behind the table Slip-Ring would fall back to if needing more solid cover. By the time It was finished reloading, the bandit down below had stopped assaulting the window. He had either just been killed, was reloading, or was seeking better cover. The window to act and eliminate him was small and shrunk further with every moment spent delaying.

Slip-Ring's motions were smooth and practiced. A rise up into a standing position, the shotgun coming to rest with its stock in the pocket formed by the arm and shoulder, and the barrel brought to aim on the first humanoid sighted. Sight-post lined up on the target with the top line of the post drawing a line across the target's shoulders. Steady aim and a squeeze of the trigger sent a round flying. A rack of the slide and a quick movement of the hand after that put a new shell in the chamber and had its final replacement loaded as well. A second shot a moment after that.

And then the Freespacer Marine stepped closer to the window, hoping to angle for a better view, when It noticed the number of guns pointed in It's direction. Self-preservation took hold as Slip-Ring bolted from the window and dived over the table, a move ending in a haphazard roll that put the Marine on It's back behind the table. Slip-Ring took the opportunity to load a fourth shell into the ammo tube once more and quickly grab another handful of four.

Then to be safe, the shotgun was pointed to the door until the first few moments of retaliatory fire could subside.

 

[ShotJon]

As Alice move by the car that she used for the cover, she noticed that one of the bastards was much close then she though. He was pretty much hiding behind the same car as her and he would prolly notice her soon. It all depended on which side he would be leaning from to shoot at the ambulance. If he would lean out the side of the building he would notice Alice, if he would lean out the side of the open street he would not. Alice had to bet on it. She raised her SMG and slowly creeped forward, ready for he pirate to show in her sights. If it all went well she would get a drop on him and shoot him in the head, if he would lean out on her side of car, she would shoot him in the face anyway.

 

[Koenig808]

Ran's lungs felt like they were on fire as all air was forcibly removed as he hit the ground.

Looking to the side at the individual responsible for tackling him, he raised a hand in a retort, but then looked to the bullet riddled interior of the van cabin they were previously occupying. "Well, fuck." Ran nodded at Fian and gave him a hard slap on the shoulder in thanks, then hobbled to his feet behind one of the wheels, hoping that the axles and various parts of the undercarriage were enough armor to protect him.

"Hey guys, I'm low on ammo!"

Ran immediately snapped his head to the right and saw Krex...taking cover behind loose rubble.

"FOR FUCKS SAKE."

He then immediately got to his feet and ran towards the back of the van. Opening one of the doors for just a bit of cover, Ran reached out to grab Krex's collar to pull him behind the hard cover of the van, keeping his pistol pointed towards the threats to provide return fire.