Jack Pine
Inactive Member
"Those blades cause re-entry plasma when in flight, and are capable of chewing through tank armor. The blades are held in a ceramic sabot sheathing which is discarded upon discharge of the weapon. It is to date one of the most effective and most complicated weapons ever developed by Section 6. The weapon features a special kinetic buffer in the stock, which is only active for a user with gear that emanates a certain signal. Namely, S6 armor and equipment, which without you'll find yourself flung on your ass.", Talos said with a chuckle, "I carry of for when shit get's knee deep." As he said that, anyone would realize,....he currently wasn't holding any weapons other then a P2 pistol and LCK knife which he flipped in his hand idly.
"I prefer sticking with my 6AS. It's balanced, has its own flashlight, smart link sights, attachable under barrel launcher, and the 6mm rifle cartridge is a great middle ground kind of round. Perfect for an infantryman, and most of all it's reliable and not as high maintenance.", Mark commented, lifting the bulpup rifle a little to be seen.
2 HOURS LATER.......
The trucks had been rumbling along for quite some time, having left what could even be considered a path, quite early on. Even with the offroad effectiveness of such vehicles, they rocked roughly as they traversed root and mud covered terrain. A fog from the vast amount of moisture in the area, had begun to settle in, making the way ahead harder and harder to see. Eventually the trucks could progress no further lest they risk driving into an ambush, or worse, into the maws of one of the rather large local predators. It was only 3km from the AO. They would have to hoof it from there.
"Alright, dismount, and stick with your platoons. It's boots in the mud from here on out. The tanks are going to progress in legged mode, so stick behind them and mind their legs, hate for one to step on ya.", Came Mark's voice over the radio firmly, despite the slight humor he threw in.
Talos nodded before leaving the group to board his Zytone on the truck carrying the five they had brought along. The truck that groaned as the large heavy armor disembarked. He then began to run a system start up, the vents releasing thermal exhaust as the massive armor powered up. Once powered, it ran through weapon checks, the panels on the Fiver missile pod, opening and closing. Next the rotary barrels of the hyper shift chaingun on the other shoulder spun up, then that of the 50cal RCG on it's left arm, and finally the modified storm rifle with enlarged grips in the armor's right hand. With all systems green , he was ready to go and began to follow the other units into the fog.
Mark waved Dovanian and S6 troops that made up his platoon to follow as he issued orders. "Private Amare, your job is to watch the tank we'll be following, make sure it stays operation for as long as possible. Trooper Valentina, you're squad support, deal suppression when ordered. Private Damadian, you're obviously medic, and Private Blade you're recon. You will advance to scout ahead when needed, and Private Thad, you have point with me. Strike Trooper Jacky, and Trooper Voltolomy, watch the rear, I don't want any of these Crimson assholes getting the jump on us. You all have your orders, and tread carefully.", He trudged through the mud as the Hydras tromped through with mechanized strength. The tanks progressed forward at a steady pace, their turrets scanning the jungle before them, an impressive arsenal even with only ten tanks, but limited in such dense foliage.
As Talos marched along with his five unit squad of 8ft tall armored giants, the clone took in the scenery. Despite their presence, small animals practically ignored them in this strange land of orange plant life, and huge trees. The canopy above them was two layers thick, hence why there was no air support for either side. Water was dripping down all their visors as if it was raining, but it was merely the heavy moisture build up from the dense fog. The chorus of untamed life was clear even over the tromping and squishes of boots.
The black and white haired clone thought about this at the back of his mind, how they were still interlopers in what was shaping to be their new home. Or at least he was until his sonar pinged off something, and pulled his attention back to reality, and it was something....metal. Talos raised a mechanized hand to signal for a halt, and listened as he waited for another ping. At first there was nothing as guns pointed into the fog, maybe only being a trick of the weather. He wasn't ready to dismiss what screamed at him as danger. "Hold for the moment. 2-1, 3-2, either of you get that ping I just got?"
"2-1 here, negative."
"3-2 reporting, fog is just making ghosts Major."
"Major, what's the sitrep? Why have we stopped?", Mark asked not liking the random halt in a fog they couldn't see five feet ahead in. "I really don't like this, everyone stall low and calm."
"I prefer sticking with my 6AS. It's balanced, has its own flashlight, smart link sights, attachable under barrel launcher, and the 6mm rifle cartridge is a great middle ground kind of round. Perfect for an infantryman, and most of all it's reliable and not as high maintenance.", Mark commented, lifting the bulpup rifle a little to be seen.
2 HOURS LATER.......
The trucks had been rumbling along for quite some time, having left what could even be considered a path, quite early on. Even with the offroad effectiveness of such vehicles, they rocked roughly as they traversed root and mud covered terrain. A fog from the vast amount of moisture in the area, had begun to settle in, making the way ahead harder and harder to see. Eventually the trucks could progress no further lest they risk driving into an ambush, or worse, into the maws of one of the rather large local predators. It was only 3km from the AO. They would have to hoof it from there.
"Alright, dismount, and stick with your platoons. It's boots in the mud from here on out. The tanks are going to progress in legged mode, so stick behind them and mind their legs, hate for one to step on ya.", Came Mark's voice over the radio firmly, despite the slight humor he threw in.
Talos nodded before leaving the group to board his Zytone on the truck carrying the five they had brought along. The truck that groaned as the large heavy armor disembarked. He then began to run a system start up, the vents releasing thermal exhaust as the massive armor powered up. Once powered, it ran through weapon checks, the panels on the Fiver missile pod, opening and closing. Next the rotary barrels of the hyper shift chaingun on the other shoulder spun up, then that of the 50cal RCG on it's left arm, and finally the modified storm rifle with enlarged grips in the armor's right hand. With all systems green , he was ready to go and began to follow the other units into the fog.
Mark waved Dovanian and S6 troops that made up his platoon to follow as he issued orders. "Private Amare, your job is to watch the tank we'll be following, make sure it stays operation for as long as possible. Trooper Valentina, you're squad support, deal suppression when ordered. Private Damadian, you're obviously medic, and Private Blade you're recon. You will advance to scout ahead when needed, and Private Thad, you have point with me. Strike Trooper Jacky, and Trooper Voltolomy, watch the rear, I don't want any of these Crimson assholes getting the jump on us. You all have your orders, and tread carefully.", He trudged through the mud as the Hydras tromped through with mechanized strength. The tanks progressed forward at a steady pace, their turrets scanning the jungle before them, an impressive arsenal even with only ten tanks, but limited in such dense foliage.
As Talos marched along with his five unit squad of 8ft tall armored giants, the clone took in the scenery. Despite their presence, small animals practically ignored them in this strange land of orange plant life, and huge trees. The canopy above them was two layers thick, hence why there was no air support for either side. Water was dripping down all their visors as if it was raining, but it was merely the heavy moisture build up from the dense fog. The chorus of untamed life was clear even over the tromping and squishes of boots.
The black and white haired clone thought about this at the back of his mind, how they were still interlopers in what was shaping to be their new home. Or at least he was until his sonar pinged off something, and pulled his attention back to reality, and it was something....metal. Talos raised a mechanized hand to signal for a halt, and listened as he waited for another ping. At first there was nothing as guns pointed into the fog, maybe only being a trick of the weather. He wasn't ready to dismiss what screamed at him as danger. "Hold for the moment. 2-1, 3-2, either of you get that ping I just got?"
"2-1 here, negative."
"3-2 reporting, fog is just making ghosts Major."
"Major, what's the sitrep? Why have we stopped?", Mark asked not liking the random halt in a fog they couldn't see five feet ahead in. "I really don't like this, everyone stall low and calm."
