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RP Side Ops: Crimson Jungle

Blade continued to creep around the enemy, trying to locate whoever was firing the explosives. "Mark, have any ideas as to where the explosive people are? I'm in position to try to take them out." Blade radioed. Blade felt happy to be out again, getting his armor some miles in the field.
 
Rolling around in the Dirt - Fire Fight

Thad was having a grand old time rolling around on the ground to get around. He spent as much time on his feet as he did his belly chasing down the enemy looking to get the high score. His eyes picked up the flash of the tank getting blown in half. "Oh, you son beach. Going to pay for blowing up our tank." He grabbed another grenade from his chest belt and tossed it over a low embankment. It was time to rain down some fun times.
 
Valentina wasted no timing in take advantage of the brief clearing of the fog. Once she found and acquired her targets, Valentina positioned the crosshairs of her scope for optimal speed and accuracy, then compressed the trigger of her Storm Rifle to unleash a flurry of deadly flechettes. She fired at three more targets, while discharging a total of forty shots over a period of roughly three seconds, each of which was aimed for center mass. Upon seeing the Hydra explode in a fiery blast, Valentina vaulted over her cover and sprinted deeper into the cover of the forest. With the four plasma grenades that were strapped to her hips, Valentina sought to find and destroy the six legged tank killer before it wreaked more destruction on friendly armor.

With a silent mental command, Valentina powered down the vast majority of systems within her armor in order to lower her profile on any heat sensors. Suddenly, the frame of the Revenant power armor felt much heavier on her form, to the point where Valentina felt that she could barely run. Even so, Valentina continued to stalk through the forest, although sweat from the exertion of carrying her rifle and bearing her armor began to drip down her forehead. Led on by the pings of her HUD linked radar and sensor system, Valentina pulled a two plasma grenades from her hip as she drew closer to her target...
 
Sasha was already in the crowd, walking behind the legged tanks in her usual attire: green tank top, green cargo pants. However, this time she was wearing standard issued heavy Zytone armor, something that she was trying to get used to. With her trusty Plasma revolver holstered in her leather holster, her outdated but still beloved GP-1 assault rifle, and standard-issued S6 Harbringer SMG. Honestly, Sasha loved her raggedy GP-1, but Jack had to be a boot he is and make her carry standard equipments. As she walked among the group, Sasha stayed silent as she walked with others.



Sasha has been staying out of combat for quite a while now, doing desk works and taking vacations from time to time as she stayed out of the field. However, she still wanted to prove that she could still walk around, that she could still face combats without problem. So, when she heard about this mission, she couldn’t help but to pack her stuffs up and join them.


Walking in the silent jungle however, Sasha was starting to think. What am I doing in here? In this, some jungle that she couldn’t pronounce properly. Why am I keep on getting myself into this kind of jobs or situations? Sasha’s mind began to fill with few questions about whether she was doing good, that would she rather go to the back of the desk and stay there. She kept thinking..... until.....


‘ BLAM - ‘


With a huge flash and noise, one of the tanks that was walking infront of her exploded, sending sharpnels everywhere. Sasha quickly crouched down and looked at the fog. And it all began to come back to her now. Gunshots, explosions, yelling....


“ Bastards. “



Yelling bastards once more, Sasha unfolded her trusty GP-1’s customized folding stock. She could feel the weight of her outdated but still trusty rifle. Without hesistant, she squeezed the trigger to let out twenty rounds onto the fogs. It was coming back now, she kept coming back into these kinds of situations because of this. Excitement, something she can’t find behind the desk.


Sasha pulled out a thirty round magazine from one of her many pockets as she heard a heavy ‘click’ noise. She kept squeezing the trigger with her barrel pointed down at the fog. Even more, she kept yelling and shouting as if she was going mad. Afterall, she might seem mad to others.
 
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Ven moved quickly across the forest floor, using the trees for cover and sliding close to ground with her long serpentine tail. She fired rapidly, coming out of the thick fog behind the enemies and using their own guns to shoot them in the back before they could react, then moving on so that they couldn't pin her down.
 
“Uhm, Aztec is it? Think this is your stop, pal” Aztec glanced at the Dovinian trooper sitting across from him, from under his helmet. “Yup, so it is” he replied, as the last truck in the convoy stopped, allowing him to disembark. “Why just you here?” The trooper asked, while handing him his Harbinger DMR. “Well, someone needs to be able to get overwatch on Crimson. Having been a sniper for about 15 years, who else would you trust with doing that? Just keep your head down and I’ll take thiers off!” Aztec saw the start of a smile on the trooper’s face before the truck started off again, soon lost to view in the jungle, leaving him alone.

After a quick suit check, Aztec pulled up his HUDs map, marking the overwatch waypoint on his view before heading into the undergrowth. While black wasn’t exactly the best choice of camo, it was certainly better than his now natural golden fur color. Just another thing to get used to...

He had been on the move for nearly an hour when his ears picked up a sound he was expecting. He stopped behind a tree, lowering his frame to the ground in an effort to hide himself. Sentry patrol. Two of them, and by the sounds they made, they weren’t expecting company. Good. Slinging his rifle, he unholstered his Wraith suppressed pistol. While he wasn’t fond of it’s blood red color, he had to admit, whoever came up with the design knew what they were doing, as it’s integral suppressor made it near whisper quiet. The patrol was close now, he could hear them walking past his position. Slowly rising, he stalked the pair, trying to get close enough to rush them when the chance came.

Soon enough, the pair stopped, one of them reporting thier area clear. Even better, it would be longer before these two were missed by thier command. By that time, this group of Crimson would have other problems. Aztec raised the pistol, sighting on the one who’d radioed base. He squeezed the trigger, the recoil barely noticeable in his hands, the 10mm round punching through the back of the Crimson soldier’s neck and up into their brain stem, killing them instantly. He was already moving, stealth forgotten as he closed with the other Crimson soldier, who’d hardly had time to react to her partner’s sudden end. She tried to bring her weapon to bear, some kind of compact modified GP-1 assault rifle, Aztec absently noted, before he lashed out with a leg, using the momentum of his charge to add to it, his hoof connected with the receiver, kicking it clearly out of her hands. The soldier recovered quickly though, pulling a large combat blade, slashing at Aztec’s armored head “Die, asshole!”
Aztec blocked the strike with his arm, the blade failing to do more than scratch his revenant armor, as he grabbed her arm below the wrist, snapping it with a quick twist, the blade falling from her now useless hand. Aztec gave her no chance to recover, grabbing her head with his free hand, he introduced it to his knee, hearing the crunch of bone from her nose, the Crimson soldier went limp, her body falling to the ground as Aztec let her go. He took a moment then, making sure both soldiers were dead. “Choose the wrong side there you two...” then he went retrieve the second soldier’s GP-1. It had been modified. Shortened barrel, folding stock, high end red dot too. Flashhider looked as if it were meant for a QD suppressor too. Not bad. He recalled one of his Sniper DIs from his training years ago. “If you had to fire out of position, use your enemies weapon, that way it’ll be harder for them to tell who you are”. Good advice here. He took the carbine AR and a few magazines off the dead soldiers gear, stashing the bodies and as much evidence of the fight as he could before moving on. Hopefully there wouldn’t be any more patrols...

Half and hour later, Aztec radioed he was in position. While the overwatch location was a bit more exposed than he liked, there wasn’t a good way for anything other than indirect fire that could really reach him here. <Here’s hoping they don’t have mortars presighted> he thought, sighting down at Crimson’s FOB, waiting for the fog to clear.
Suddenly, all hell broke loose down below, gunfire, an explosion and a clear rocket contrail below him. The backblast cleared the fog around the operator, giving Aztec his shot, the 7.62mm round tearing through the rpg operator’s neck, ending that threat for the moment.
“Trooper Aztec to all channels, RPG down. Overwatch established, call out if you need support.”
 
FOG OF WAR
The six legged monster of a tank had rocked back from the recoil and now stood straight again, a heavy metallic thud as the spent shell casing was discarded. The clunking of another round being loaded made it clear the cannon would be ready once again shortly. The turret didn't wait however as it's barrel swung towards the next tank.

Talos was having none of this as his hypershift chaingun spun up and began to stream rounds across the abomination's shields. They flashed and pulsed as the rounds struck, the tank ignoring them as inconsequential. If those shields were down, the Major's rockets could possibly knock the SOB out of commission. "To all armor units, focus fire on that armor, I want that fucker dead! The Hydras aren't going to last long against it like this.", He barked, angered at the lack of intel of there being such a weapon in their enemy's arsenal.

Sasha's rounds would find a few marks, causing a few feminine cries of pain as the rounds felled targets. At first this confused the Crimson forces as they thought it to be the panicked fire of one of their own. Orders were barked out to correct it, giving away a few of those in the ranks of officers. It may have been an unintentional side effect, but it was one that would give the joint force of S6 and Dovania, a upper hand.

JOINT FORCE FRONTLINE
The shouts of surprise cut short by the blast of the grenade was followed by the bits of mud it kicked up, raining back down on Thad. His rounds strafed through the fog, continuing to find a lucky hit here and there. His declaration would go ignored as the tank's cannon fired yet again, taking yet another friendly armor. With the way how the jungle congested the large vehicles' advances, and how they were spread across the frontline, only one Hydra remained with a line of sight on the behemoth.

["FIRING!"], could be heard called over the radio as the Hydra fired it's 50mm main railgun. The round caused a cascading disturbance in the air, the round shunting the very air itself as it flew over Thad's prone form. The sudden wind blowing over him, as the shell hit dead center of the enemy armor. It's shield pulsed weakly as the smoke cleared before bursting from the fire of the hypershift rounds, the rounds soon sparking off the chassis with rapid metallic clangs. This is when it decided that Talos had become a threat, a large bore nose turret turning towards.

Jacky would find a trooper, who had the great misfortune to be near the tank when it was turned into a over sized shrapnel bomb. His armor was scorched, scarred, and gouged. The composite plating across the chest, and the layered armor shell that was the visor of his helmet, cracked in both cases to almost the point of shattering. His right leg was nothing more then a ragged charred hunk from the knee down. Even under the all but destroyed helmet, the muffled whimpers and cries of the man could be heard as she drug him to relative safety. The enemy still took this as an opportunity to try and send a few potshots Jacky's way, given her encumbered state.

Elisys would not find Mark anywhere near the tank, a task proved quite difficult as the enemy fired on the woman. The still burning wreck, highlighting the immediate area.

THE SHADOWS
As more and more soldiers fell to Ven, the Crimson personnel who had now thought of it as an advantage and a shield, was now a source of fear. It had just been proven that it would possibly the greatest mistake they had ever made. After all, they had plunged into the foggy veil thinking it would make them untouchable, but it had only invited the boogeyman to come and play. This was seen in their faces as they began to huddle together in unmoving groups, firing panicked at even the rustle of leaves.

Blade would also find ample advantage of using the fog's properties to advance unseen. However, that didn't mean such a perk didn't have drawbacks. He must have known he was nearing the position of one of the remaining ordinance teams. How close was made just how apparent as the team fired their RPG, the rocket colliding against the Hydra that had pegged their monster tank. The blow back had created a clearing in the fog just as before, revealing the fact Blade was merely five feet from the team of three, and he was also revealed to them likewise. All three women paused and looked at the cat man as if surprised, and perplexed at how he got this far. But this was only briefly as they scrambled for their small arms.

With the enemy hunkered down in hastily made embankments in front of the tank, forming a frontline, even as their forces advanced towards that of the joint force's. Valentina's trip past this line had taken a bit of a curved path, but would find no opposition with the enemy's attention ahead.

BEHIND THE ALLIED FRONTLINE
There was a ringing in his ears and a pounding in his head as the world became clear again. He opened his eyes to find himself looking up at the sky, one leg laid over the top of a log he laid next to. At first he thought he was back at the airfield three months ago when he had been shot through the chest. But the pain he was now aware of, was not in his chest, albeit that was sore. His thigh had a sharp and great pain felt in it, as turning his head revealed a large fragment of metal jutting from it. There were other bits in his side, but they were all far smaller compared to this one. Three inches of rent metal protruded from the flesh, another inch and a half buried in it.

Gritting his teeth with a stifled cry of pain, he gripped it with a suited hand, and with the mental count of three yanked. A shout of agony left his throat as it came free with a wet tearing sound. Mark whined as his shaking hand dropped the bloody shard of metal, before compressing his hand to the now flowing wound, the sealant now able to enter the puncture. He lost a bit of blood, but the bleeding stopped as he sealant did it's job. With some effort, and a lingering searing pain, he rolled onto his knees.

As his eyes swept the field, he saw the carnage before him, including the newest Hydra wreck. They needed to kill that tank and fast, otherwise they were not going to last long. Troopers and Dovanian soldiers were already hustling it past him to catch up to those at the frontline.
Carbines and LMGs chattered as they joined the line one by one, meeting the enemy's advance with increasing resistance. Black power armor and caped combat armor side by side, as they both refused to falter, or give ground. Casualties were stacking up for either side, the joint force losing more in armor then men, while Crimson was the opposite. It truly was proving to be a neck and neck battle, and it would require the spirit and wit of those on the field today.


Aztec would see all this and more, a scene of utter chaos below. In a way it would seem familiar to the battle he had been awakened to, thrust into the thick of things. This was similar in many ways, but this was on their home turf, and Aztec was in his element this time. Targets were being revealed left and right as the enemies' weapons caused breaks in the fog, including the predicament that Blade had found himself now.
 
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Fog of War

Jacky felt the shots slam into her armour and could immediately tell where the bruises would be if she made it out of here, there was a brief of respite as the heterochromatic clone was about to move again before somebody fire a larger caliber towards her helmet - the projectile cutting a deep groove into her helmet before ricocheting away once it struck sturdier materials and flew off into the wilderness, though it had come close to killing her outright and missed it did still throw jacky off her feet and into a nearby ditch.

It all happened so quickly, and now there was a dull pain dulling her senses as the clone lay in the dirt, before remembering she'd been carrying an injured man - it might have been the fall that finished them off but in the moment she felt the bullet holes carved into his side might've done it as she slammed her armoured fist down into the dirt.

Jacky's breathing hitched up though it was far from the anxiety-induced gasps prior to the clone changing her hair colour to fit in, those who knew the woman knew she almost never got angry... at least never outside of her armour - but hearing her brother's angered roars triggered something inside her that only ever came out when she was but a faceless suit of red and black.

Jacky was pissed.

She was pissed as the carbine was all but abandoned in the ditch, pissed as she grabbed some poor son of a bitch's grenade belt and began sprinting straight towards the enemy's six legged death - slamming into the dirt once only to duck under an incoming rocket before Jacky threw herself upright once more and drew one of the pistols from her thighs - reflexively firing at any enemies in her path but not daring to stop until the moment she was within throwing range even as she felt a few more rounds thump into her.

The clone ripped a pin out and threw the grenade belt as hard as she could towards the hulking death dealer - finally letting out a roar of effort rather unbecoming of the otherwise meek and well-mannered woman Jacky was, the comms unit in her helmet may have been non-functional but it wouldn't be hard to hear her even through the chaos.
 
Blade instinctively dropped to one knee, bringing up his rifle in an arc, firing three bullets rapidly at each of their heads, before dropping it and lunging for the rocket launcher. Drawing his sword, he rammed it into the rocket launcher, hoping to make it nonfunctional in case his shots missed the intended targets.
 
Elisys, upon realizating that Mark isn’t near the tank, draws her gun and makes her way through the bushes to the tank-buster. Either that thing needs to blow up or be taken. None of her repairs would matter if that thing is still shooting at it! Elisys keeps her eyes peeled for anyone on her side.
 
Valentina pulled the pin on the two plasma grenades within her hands, reactivated the load-bearing systems of her power armor, and tossed one grenade toward the underside of the massive, six-legged tank destroyer. She then threw the other one towards the positions of the entrenched enemy soldiers in front of the tank, before making a break for cover in order to create separation between herself and the ensuing explosions. Before long, Valentina was hunkered down within the deep vegetation of the forest as the sudden sounds of explosions ringed against her eardrums.

To say the least, she had no idea that another soldier had also gotten the same idea...
 
Aztec reloaded, after taking out yet another MG crew. He was beginning to wonder if he’d have to strip rounds from the magazines he’d picked up from the scout to fill his own. Scanning the area again, he scoped out another fog blasted area. “Oh, hell...” there was Blade, fully exposed in front of an RPG crew that had just fired. After a brief moment of confusion, the Crimsons went for their weapons, as did Blade. Three on one though, at that range, Aztec would have to do something about those odds. Sighting on one of the trio, Aztec fired, putting a round through the chest of the third, as Blade dealt with the other two....and then jammed his blade into the launcher, rendering it unusable, unfortunately, because S6 could’ve used it against that damn TD Crimson had. Either way, Blade was out of immediate trouble.

His ears picked up a familiar sound, Aztec activated his coms. “Command, Trooper Aztec. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it sounds like they’re bringing out some more armor, over” Aztec reported, sighting on a crimson soldier in the entrenchment, who appeared to be trying to direct her fellow troopers fire. Well, that wasn’t going to last long. Aztec fired again.
 
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A rush of adrenaline coursed through Thaddeaus' body as the rail round from the tank rocketed overhead. The return gunfire skipped off the ground around him. They had him pegged and would be only a matter of time before they got a clean shot on him. He took note of those around him to ensure he had not moved up too far and outside his comrades cover fire. He even seen one try and carry a body before going down. This pissed him off to no end. The enemy firing on a medic was just unacceptable.

Thad returned the favor by putting more rounds down range in the same location he believed the shots came from that took down his teammate. As the shots rang out his peripheral vision picked up a solder in a full sprint towards the enemy tank. He noticed they were carrying a belt of some kind which he guessed was a grenade belt. The hell is that person doing. I am the crazy one here who runs head first with a grenade belt.

A few seconds clicked by before it hit him like a ton of bricks. This person was completely exposed and running towards heavy armor. They must of lost their freaking mind. Fuck yeah, lets push their shit in. He got to his feet and bolted towards his comrade in arms. He did his best to use the cover of the trees as he bolted towards his target. The sounds of bullets striking the ground and trees rang out. A few hit his armor but he did not stop running. As the grenade belt left the person's hand he tackled them head first to the ground.

"Fucking bad ass but damn are you one crazy fool." He said loudly as he pulled off the person and moved his gunblade to be aiming down range. He did not fire in the hopes it would look like they both went down and be ignored for a moment. At least long enough to figure out how to get out of this mess. "Are you hurt? More importantly can you still walk?" He looked over at the down person for a moment. Pretty shot up but did not look dead.
 
THE SHADOWS

With that, Ven slipped between the huddled groups. Her stolen weapons were put to use now. Her weight was distrubted over a large area as she slithered between the groups so she didn't crack any branches. She had been a silent swift death in the jugles of her homeworld, and this jungle was no different. The active camoflauge hid her the combination of being low to the ground behind low bushes and the stealth was an excelent combination. She found a good spot and lifted one of the rifles high, firing at one of the two groups that she was between. Then she ducked downand tucked into a small depression in the ground.
 
THE SHADOWS
There was a grunt as Ven's rounds embedded themselves through the back of her target, the sound causing the two already twitchy squads to turn around and fire wildly. They lit each other up, killing quite a few of each other, until shouting prompted them to stop. When the gunfire stopped, most of both groups were dead. There were four left, the bodies of their comrades littered around them. "Everyone hold your fucking fire! We're just wasting each other. Sweep the area, they have to be close.", came an authoritative female voice from one of the four.

The third member of the RPG team was mere seconds from ending the cat man's life, her rifle aimed and poised until the bullet from Aztec's gun ended her life. The first was killed by the burst, but the second was missed, and she pulled a long knife swiftly and lunged at him.

THE FOG OF WAR
The tank killer was violently rocked as it's chassis was ravaged by the grenades used against it. Valentina's grenades would cripple two of it's right legs, and the belt would throw the body to the ground as the cannon fired, the shell missing the Hydra tank back at the frontline. Those in the entrenchment before the behemoth were less resilient, most dying to the confined detonation of plasma. Enemy soldiers who survived, crawled from the now charred hole in various states of injury. Those still close to the machine would for a brief moment find themselves very unlucky today as the roar of three AT rockets collided with the tank killer.

The first collided with it's turret as the nose gun fired, streaking tracers towards the armor that fired the lethal rockets. The second struck the front of the vehicle, crumpling it in, and the third finally delivering the final blow. The magazine that was filled of the tank slaying rounds used on the Hydras, touched off causing a chain reaction inside it's armored shell. It bubbled out and groaned with a metallic screech before it turned into a fiery ball of fire and and super heated shrapnel. A mechanized leg was tossed aside by the blast, and tumbled past Valentina as what remained of the turret fell back to the ground somewhere nearby, a large column of back smoke and fire rising from the wreck.

THE JOINT FORCE FRONTLINE
The tracers kicked up dirt where they landed, except where they struck Talo's armor. They had made it look as if some burrowing foe was coming for him in a horror vid, the row of earthy geysers leading to sparks. He gave a cry of distress as armored plates were rent, the rockets having already left the Fiver missile pod on his right shoulder. Alarms blared at him as the damage was crippling to the suit.

BEHIND THE FRONTLINE
Mark turned his attention to the sound that Aztec had heard, and gave a grin as what started as a worry, now seemed like a prayer answered. That sound wasn't enemy armor, it was the cavalry. Behind the joint force line was an approaching column of Hound ground vehicles.

Mulder would find the vehicles versatile at traversing the rough and wild terrain, the mounted chaingun a powerful weapon. The convoy of three turret mounted jeeps and two APCs closed in on the front, bringing the firepower needed to turn the tide to this engagement.
 
Jacky was too in the moment to notice Thad's charge until the shift in altitude hit her inner ear, causing the clone to wince in pain as her battered and beaten body was thrown into the ground - she was half expecting having to pull her knife or one of the pistols she dragged around but the heterochromatic Jane saw it was a friendly uniform and breathed a sigh of relief before wincing once more at a bruised rib.

She was in a bad state, the clone's own blood running in small streams through cracks and seams in her armoured layer before the coagulant kicked in alongside a cocktail of various medically-inclined substances that helped dull the pain of being filled with lead, Jacky pushed through the immense pain though and with her helmet's comms a little screwed up she just opted to lift one hand - bringing her thumb and pointer finger together in the near-universal symbol for 'ok'.

The pain dulled slightly but her senses remained on-point, benefits of being a Pine woman she'd think as a rather beat-up-looking member of the opfor raised their gun out of the mud to fire at Thad - only to be met with 6mm rounds from Jacky's Wraith blowing out the back of their skull multiple times before the body slumped over, leading to the injured clone beginning to painfully haul herself upright.
 
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Thad jerked to watch the gun drop back into the mud clearly meant to be used against him. "All shot up and still on point. Damn, are welcome to have my back anytime." He smiled though it was hidden by the helm as he reached over and gave them a pat on the back. He noticed the blood on the ground and hoped it was not enough to bring this one down. They seemed like a real winner in his book.

"Come on, lets get you moving." He moved his hand from their shoulder and grabbed halfway down the arm to help them upright. He did his part by giving cover fire to ensure they would not get overrun without a fight. The loud explosion not far from his position gave hope that was the enemy armor having a bad day. He looked over the edge of the small dry riverbed they had ended up in and could see the damage. That's right!! He thought loudly to himself as he enjoyed the fact the mech has seen its last days.

"No idea if that was your doing but that enemy tank seen better days. Have to buy you a beer once this is all over." He said looking back at his comrade before looking forward to pick off enemy running away from the armor.
 
So here he was again doing his Daily Routine and only whoever govern this galaxy knows how Craig Mulder loved such.
During the days prior to this he felt teased by Lord Pine as he gave to Craig time to " get acclimatized " in Obsidian city, and damn how he hated it, there were only two good things in that city for his eyes, goodlooking girls and a gorgeous gymn... After all he had been a mercenary for over 20 years his interests lied in a different place.
But now he was there in his true habitat , guns in hands, a satisfied smirk hidden by his power armor helmet, sounds of the battlefield in the background and a jungle as his playground, a man like him coulnd't asked for a better place.
As he was in one of the Hounds Craig was handling the chaingun. The soldiers felt that the mercenary was enoughly capable to use it, so much that after the start of the trip he asked to take it and no one complied, but how could they when faceing the desires of a 6'8'' human full of muscles and weapons?

The mechanized company reached the main frontline where the Joint Forces were fighting, Craig noticed right in that moment that something had gone bad, he thought that most probably they just advanced with to much bravado in an uknown territory and now here it was this mess.

*Enough thinking* he setted his scans at work, even if the fog still covered much of the enemy frontline the thermal optics could still relevate the origins of the shots, the mercenary saw shots fired and that was enough " Four contacts three hundred meters at ten O'clock " shouted with his deep voice, he then released a volley of plasma bullets on the area.

He was truly back to his Daily Routine.
 
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Elisys was halfway to the TK when the bombardment occurred. She tried to see what was left, only to find a heaping mound of scrap metal in its place. ‘Well, looks like that plan is scrapped’ Elisys thought as she made her way back to the tank. If she can’t take down the TK, she can at least keep the tank working!
 
FOG OF WAR




It was really long time, damn too long, Sasha thought to herself as she kept squeezing the trigger. Excitement and delightment was already overwhelming her head, helping her to remind her of her old days. When this mission's done, she is definitely going back.

Sasha kept squeezing the trigger, continuously releasing hot leads from barrel of her trusty GP-1 assault rifle. She could do this all day, with her new fancy 'armor' absorbing the recoils from her rifles and thus helping her aim better than before. However, her rifle was already outdated. After few more minutes of firing, barrel began to make red color. Usually, Sasha would have noticed that. But, after spending long time behind the desk, Sasha was delighted to touch her rifle again, and when she got into 'pew pew' moments, she was losing her mind, with her new fancy armor making it harder for her to feel the heat coming on.


" What the hell - "


By the time Sasha noticed the barrel getting red, it was too late. Sasha's raggey old rifle finally quit, spitting few more rounds before a loud 'CRACK' noise could be heard. Sasha let her finger off the trigger to take a look at her rifle, but as soon as she turned her head down, the barrel exploded on her face, or at least onto the helmet which was covering her face. Few pieces of still hot metals flying there and there, and few pieces of handguard landing onto somewhere. She couldn't figure out if she could still get the gun to work, but if it does, it ain't gonna be as accurate as it was before, that was for sure.


" Oh crap. "


Crap, crap. Jack's gonna have her ass for dinner... or at least be all 'What'd I tell you?' for few months, or maybe even years. Sasha groaned, and slung her now useless rifle onto her shoulder and pulled out her Harbringer SMG. Jack was so going to be 'What'd I tell you?' if he saw her pulling her SMG out, but that is going to be story for another time. Right now, there were people to kill.


Sasha flipped the safety from 'Safe' to 'Auto'. Honestly, Sasha thought she would never end up using this little number and thought she shouldn't bring any ammunition for it. After all, it was going to be nothing more than showing Jack that he was a boot. But, Sasha thought otherwise, for the time when she actually might have to use it. And there she was, left with her trusty old GP-1 in pieces. Sasha quickly pulled out a magazine and tapped it tightly into the SMG. Pulling the charging handle back and forth, Sasha thought this piece might not be that bad, but she had to see.


After loading her little number, Sasha began to walk forward with her SMG's barrel pointed forward. Sasha did squeezed the trigger, but she learned her lesson. Sasha kept firing rounds in bursts of three to four bursts, not wanting to make her situation even worse by breaking the standard issued SMG.
 
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