CadetNewb
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Continued from Sledge Mama - "Rumble Room"
As the gun in Jaimie's hands quickly spun up again, a lance of hellfire cut through the night as it was swept across the mini-missiles, a heavy tracer streaking away after them as the railgun mounted onto his suit boomed as well. Small explosions burst into existence, but the loud warning and red reticles persisted; the spread of mini-missiles closed in fast. Standing his ground and firing away, laughing like a fool, the marine never shot them all down.
Lasers seared through space, rapidly dancing from one to the other, setting several more off before they collided with his barriers. Engulfed in a hurricane of fire, the marine was smacked about inside his suit before the hot and smoking power armor he was in gradually became visible from behind the clearing smoke and dust. Shields crushed to nothing, yet armor holding solid, another Hostile flew by, fast and low as its shoulder mounted minigun spun up to fire after the retreating battlepods. Sparks flew as a lucky handfull of rounds clipped a fighter and punctured an empty launcher.
"The rights of being a marine; Right tactics, Right tool, Right job, Right time!" Ylfa called out at him her armor speeding by. "Hitting a missile is threading a needle, and recoil screws threading needles - I know, I tried!" Flying so close to the terrain of the asteroid, her feet nearly skimmed the surface as she practically 'skied' across the surface, following the folds and bends in the terrain to dart in and out of cover.
At the very same time, Edgardo rapidly closed in with the uproar that Jaimie and Ylfa were raising. His armor a shadow in the dark, he leaped forward, thrusters burning hot as the sword in hand came to life. Its edge glowing hot, he cleaved at the battlepod. A tall, massive, awe inspiring gout of sparks and fire leaped out as the two collided - the marine was smashed off the much larger fighter and sent spinning into an asteroid like an obvious movie prop as it exploded in the distance. The sheer difference in velocity and mass crumpled his armor in several places, popped his shields like a balloon and shattered the bones in an arm. If it weren't for the intertia dampeners in his suit, he would have been literal paste.
"Shit! I said rights! The rights!" As the fighters peeled away and tried to widen the distance for another firing run, Stripe hammered after them with his DMR, both the occasional well aimed and lucky rounds digging into armor and splashing across hull. "Do you really want to keep trying to pick off humming birds with a sniper rifle?" Ylfa asked the young man over the comms, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You little boys gotta change up your tactics if they're not working!" As the fighters quickly realized what was hitting them, their active sensors powered up and started sweeping, the Marines' suits quickly noting the energy waves. Thinking fast and quickly scanning the environment, the Sergeant found what she was looking for.
"There's standing stones at your 3' Jaimie - get in there if you don't want to be a sitting duck!" With the fighters returning, Ylfa quickly weaved between the massive stone pillars. "Same with the rest of you - start using your heads!"
As the gun in Jaimie's hands quickly spun up again, a lance of hellfire cut through the night as it was swept across the mini-missiles, a heavy tracer streaking away after them as the railgun mounted onto his suit boomed as well. Small explosions burst into existence, but the loud warning and red reticles persisted; the spread of mini-missiles closed in fast. Standing his ground and firing away, laughing like a fool, the marine never shot them all down.
Lasers seared through space, rapidly dancing from one to the other, setting several more off before they collided with his barriers. Engulfed in a hurricane of fire, the marine was smacked about inside his suit before the hot and smoking power armor he was in gradually became visible from behind the clearing smoke and dust. Shields crushed to nothing, yet armor holding solid, another Hostile flew by, fast and low as its shoulder mounted minigun spun up to fire after the retreating battlepods. Sparks flew as a lucky handfull of rounds clipped a fighter and punctured an empty launcher.
"The rights of being a marine; Right tactics, Right tool, Right job, Right time!" Ylfa called out at him her armor speeding by. "Hitting a missile is threading a needle, and recoil screws threading needles - I know, I tried!" Flying so close to the terrain of the asteroid, her feet nearly skimmed the surface as she practically 'skied' across the surface, following the folds and bends in the terrain to dart in and out of cover.
At the very same time, Edgardo rapidly closed in with the uproar that Jaimie and Ylfa were raising. His armor a shadow in the dark, he leaped forward, thrusters burning hot as the sword in hand came to life. Its edge glowing hot, he cleaved at the battlepod. A tall, massive, awe inspiring gout of sparks and fire leaped out as the two collided - the marine was smashed off the much larger fighter and sent spinning into an asteroid like an obvious movie prop as it exploded in the distance. The sheer difference in velocity and mass crumpled his armor in several places, popped his shields like a balloon and shattered the bones in an arm. If it weren't for the intertia dampeners in his suit, he would have been literal paste.
"Shit! I said rights! The rights!" As the fighters peeled away and tried to widen the distance for another firing run, Stripe hammered after them with his DMR, both the occasional well aimed and lucky rounds digging into armor and splashing across hull. "Do you really want to keep trying to pick off humming birds with a sniper rifle?" Ylfa asked the young man over the comms, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You little boys gotta change up your tactics if they're not working!" As the fighters quickly realized what was hitting them, their active sensors powered up and started sweeping, the Marines' suits quickly noting the energy waves. Thinking fast and quickly scanning the environment, the Sergeant found what she was looking for.
"There's standing stones at your 3' Jaimie - get in there if you don't want to be a sitting duck!" With the fighters returning, Ylfa quickly weaved between the massive stone pillars. "Same with the rest of you - start using your heads!"
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