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RP: 4th Fleet (NSN) [SMoDIN] Graduation Day

Zack

Zack

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20 marines, lights out, everyone fast asleep. They had finished their last day of training and were all expecting to sleep through the whole day then get their assignments next morning. Some were putting in for ship postings, others wanted to be planeside, and few expected to see each other again.

Then the emergency lighting would turn on, bathing the entire barraks in a dim green glow as their sergeant, an ID-Sol that was often mistaken for a truck, ran in carrying an HPAR assult rifle.

“WAKE UP!” He yelled, firing the rifle wildly in the air, adding more bullet holes next to the scorch marks and craters already in the ceiling, “GRAB YOUR PANTS AND GET OUTSIDE NOW!”
 
Lucia flipped out of bead wearing nothing but pair of shorts and a green tank top. She was utterly startled by the insane ID-SOL as he was firing his rifle in the air, and thus wasted no time getting her poop in a group. She had her BDU on about as fast as a terrified Nepleslian could get it on in the face of a raging ID-SOL firing a gun into the air could. (6.9 seconds to be exact.)

With that Lucia was hauling ass out side along side of her comrades she had trained with. “What in the blue hell is going on?!” She snarled, having black bags forming under her eyes denoting that the young Nepleslian Marine was in dire need of a good nights rest.
 
The Sergeant busied himself reloading his weapon, ignoring the questions coming at him from the marines in his care. He’d heft his raging rifle up again and unload the thing into the ceiling once more, blowing a hole straight out of the roof of the one story barracks.

“SOME DROOLERS ARE BLOWING SHIT UP DOWNTOWN WITHOUT ME!” He shouted angrily, with a massive emphasis on the ‘without me’ part. As marines in training scrambled out the door, hopping along as they pulled on pants and shirts, the sergeant continued to yell, once again replacing his supply of ammunition so he could continue to shoot. Once it was reloaded he turned around and headed for the door, blowing holes into the wall just above the exit.

“JUST LIKE THE GOOD OLD DAYS BEFORE THAT NAMBLY PAMBLY DAVIS AND HIS ALIEN PALS PUT A STOP TO IT!” The overjoyed Id-Sol would march right out through the crumbling remains of the doorway along with the other marines. In the distance they could see smoke rising up from all around as fires raged across funky city. A supply truck had parked in the field surrounded by this base’s guard fences and soldiers were offloading crates of weapons. “GRAB A GUN AND LETS GO SHOOT SOME SHIT!” The sarge yelled, once again replacing his ammunition as he charged towards the gates, heading towards the closest fire he could find.
 
Lucia rushed over to that truck, and snatched up the first gun that her hands managed to caress (an IPG Operator Assault Rifle Model 01) she grabbed the ammunition for it and was soon loading the gun behind the ID-SOL sergeant who seemed to have made up his mind about how this situation was going to be properly handled. Holding the fully loaded bull pup weapon in her hand, she fell in right behind her fellow marines. As she ran she began checking her side arm as well.

Shooting shit sounded good, especially after this wake up. Lucia did not care who had caused what, all she knew is that she had missed a good nights sleep on the promise of getting to shoot something. She was planning to shoot something alright, because her brown eyes were firmly locked onto the back of that ID-SOL’s head as they hauled ass towards the city.
 
The moment they left the relative safety of the army base they would find themselves in gang territory. An ambulance would drive by, sirens blaring, as it kicked up dirt and mud from the barely paved road. Small time street gangs would be poking their heads out from their apartments and slum housing, guns at the ready to see what was going down only to duck back inside when the Sargent started shooting again, knocking chunks out from walls and doorways as he swaggered down the road.

“STAY INSIDE ***HO**S! WE GOT THIS SHIT!”

The other marines would be following him, not knowing where to go and assuming that he knew more than they did, and almost immediately after the group lost sight of their base camp things would start to get interesting.

Gunfire would erupt from all around. Men were running out into the streets and firing their weapons wildly into the air while others were opening windows so they could fire at the sky from the comfort of their own homes. Rocket trails would start to cloud the sky as the smoke in the distance continued to grow, starting to choke off light downtown.

With gated apartments to their left and a heavy duty skyscraper/condimunium to their right, the marines could only really go forward or backward on the muddy road. With no real cover to hide behind the Sarge let his instincts lead,

“KEEP MOVING FORWARD AND KEEP SHOOTING!”
 
Lucia began frantically looking around, noticing the men poking their noses out. The Sergeant was apparently a mad man, but he did manage to keep the gangs at bay for a moment. In that moment Lucia released the safety of her weapon and held it in the ready position.

“Look out!” She snarled as she lifted her weapon and squeezed the trigger. The gun acted like a hose, sending a stream of rounds into an unfortunate man who was reading up to shoot.

Lucia was running in a crouch, moving as fast as she could in an effort to avoid being hit. A moving target was extremely difficult to hit with the exception of a lucky shot. ‘Where the hell are we going?!” She growled starting to loose patients with this apparently horrid situation.
 
As one of the gangsters in the street was cut down by a hair of bullets, the others started to yell and shout, running back towards their apartment blocks, hiding behind windows, trash cans, or the heavily armored mailboxes used on Nepleslia.

“YOU BASTARDS! YOU KLLED BENNY!” a gangster dressed in red shouted as he jumped behind a mailbox, searching for more ammo to load his pistols with. Across the street someone dressed in blue pants and a blue T would do the same, pulling up the blue mask around his head to shout “YOU SOLD US OUT TO THE SQUIDDIES DAMN GREENS!” Before taking a few pot shots at the largest target he could see, the Green sergeant. The gangster’s pistol shot high, a few rounds flying over the head of the intended target before one slammed through the sergeant’s shoulder, spraying everyone behind him with bits of blood and bone.

The Sergeant would blink, and start walking over to the mailbox as bullets started flying overhead. He would drop his HPAR, letting the rifle get stuck into the muddy road as he reached over the mailbox, picking up the smaller nepleslian as blood started to trickle down from his shoulder wound, staining his green tank top and uniform pants. He then questioned the man the only way he knew how,

“WHAT!?”

The gangster would flail around, trying to reach the ammo on the ground for his depleted pistol while the Sergeant held him suspended in the air with his good arm. The gangster started babbling, the interrogation being lost over the sound of gunfire as K1 buggies from the base started catching up with the soldiers on foot, firing machine guns on the front and sides over the heads of the people crouched on the sides of the street, bullets knocking small craters in the reinforced sides of the slum housing.

“EVERYONE MOUNT UP! WE NEED TO GET TO NNN!” The sarge yelled, dropping his captive to the ground and flagging down one of the transports which slowed to a stop in the group of marines on foot. He would grab onto the roll bar of one of the buggies and pull himself up, nearly pulling the vehicle over with his massive weight as he flopped down into one of the chairs in the back, craning his head over to yell at the other marines as bullets flew overhead.

“GET IN AND LETS GO!”
 
Wasting no time, Lucia along with the rest of fresh recruits all climbed onto the buggies. She returned some fire, and found her self face to face with the massive Sergent.

She contemplated asking him what the hell was going on, but a spray of bullets whizzed over their heads forcing her to duck. She kept silent and fired back. "What the hell is so important about the NNN?!"
 
~What was the big deal with NNN?!~ The sergeant thought to himself as the female marine sat down next to him in the buggy. They were soon off, wind blowing through the open topped cabin as the smoke rising in the distance started to get that much closer. The sergeant understood now, he would have to explain to this novice marine why they were headed to this location and indeed why they did anything. The Sargent would smile proudly, a gleem in his eye as he put one of his massive hands on the marine’s shoulder, the outer stretching out towards the smoke in the distance.

“Targets… Targets Everywhere…”

The Sergeant would look out into the distance, a warm glow filling his body as he thought about where they would be soon, a glorious heaven where no one would complain or ‘file reports’ just because you started shooting at things like some sort of preserved piece of history where the civil war was still going on.

He would then turn his eyes down slightly to his right, trying to catch sight of the female marine to his side, trying to see if she ‘got it’. As the buggies continued down the road he would slowly turn to face her, deciding to check to see if she understood. He would re-iterate one more time, slowly, and loudly.

“TTTTAAARRRGEEEEETTTSSSSSSssss….”
 
Lucia sat under the monstrous Sergeant and listened solemnly to his explanation of what was going on. His mind seemed contented by the fact that there were things that needed to be shot.

She looked up at him and smirked. “Fuck yea.” She then set about checking the ammunition on her weapon. “So basically we have some squids that need killing.”
 
The Sargent would take his hand off the marine's shoulder, still bleeding from his shoulder onto the floor of the small buggie as it started to slow down, slowing to a stop out front of the lobby of the NNN tower allowing the other marines to jump out and head towards the wide glass doors that blocked entrance to the lobby. A civilian was already there, having pushed his taco stand up against the windows and using a machine gun they had placed ontop to fire rounds into the lobby, blowing holes in the top of the receptionist's desk.

The Sargent would then join in without question, yelling in glee as he continued firing off the remaining ammunition in the machinegun attached to the side of the car, causing the marines heading towards the building already to duck and dive out of the way, taking cover behind whatever they could as the remaining glass was blown off the doors and windows leading to the lobby. Additional holes were added to the far wall and the NNN logo was blown to pieces along with numerous potted plants turning the floor into a mess of fiberglass, clay, dirt, and glass. The Sargent would then drop his machine gun and begin prying the gun mounted on the other side of the buggy.

"ALRIGHT LADY! GO IN THERE AND KILL SHIT!" The Sargent yelled as the metal mounting began to twist and tear.

The buggy itself was parked across the street, four nepleslian marines scrambling to either side of the large entrance to the lobby area. In the center of the lobby entrance was the Taco Stand, (Funky City's own Funky Taco, who's slogan printed on the side was clear about how its sauce will make your taco pop!). The person manning the Taco Stand was dressed in an over sized taco suit, busy reaching ammunition which was stored inside of the cheese of the taco to help reload his machine gun. Inside the lobby were a set of three dead security guards wearing blue shirts, pants, holsters, and a NNN badges. Their blood had already dried on the floor and they appeared to be unarmed.
 
Naomi would be swept up in a whirlwind of activity, starting the day with a Marine Sargent bursting into the barracks and unloading his gun into the ceiling in order to wake up the recruits. Instead of being told the good news that they are going to get their new assignments, he instead told them in no uncertain words that something was going down and they needed to be there for it. The soldiers had been stampeded right out of the barracks, many still trying to pull pants and shirts on, towards the rising smoke in the distance. Small transport buggies had shown up soon after. The Sargent had taken one of them, still firing off ammunition into the air making him an easy target to follow for the others. The new marine would end up on one of the buggies, arriving downtown in front of a large sky scraper topped with various antenna and broadcast dishes.

"GREAT! MORE MEAT!" The Sargent yelled out as he saw another buggie drive up. He was in the process of tearing a machine-gun off the side of the buggie that had transported him there, the metal straining to retain its shape as the massive ID-SOL tore the gun from its mount, pointing it towards the skyscraper. "GRAB THAT MACHINE GUN AND GET INSIDE!" He shouted with a boyish eagerness, "WE'VE GOT THINGS TO KILL!"

The entrance to the skyscraper was now several meters wide. What once were glass doors and windows had been torn apart by gunfire, littering the lobby with fiberglass, dirt, glass, and and three dead bodies of security guards who's blood had already dried on the floor. Two marines were on either side, hiding behind the walls from something in the lobby while in between them was a taco stand and a man dressed in a giant taco suit, doing his best to pull ammunition out of the taco suit to reload a machine-gun that had been placed on-top of the cart. For the time being all of these people seemed to be facing in the direction to fight something that was inside of the lobby, though the only things visible were two hallways that led further into the building, staircases that led up to the side, hidden by the corner one would have to turn in order to go up them, and a very sturdy looking curved receptionist's desk that was in the center of the lobby that had been riddled with gunfire, blowing away the wooden exterior to leave the armored metal showing underneath.

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Naomi's eyes turned on the Sergeant as he shouted an order, directing her to take an action. Apparently, she was to pick up a machine gun, and storm the building.

"Aye, Sergeant!" she barked, moving to grab the weapon as she took a brief accounting of what she had managed to grab in the whirlwind run here from the barracks: an assault rifle, her pistol, and at least a basic load-out of ammunition. She had no grenades, and was unarmored, but really that mattered very little. She had been ordered to storm a locale held by the enemy, and so storm it she would.

Leaving the bullpup assault rifle slung on her back, she lifted the heavy MG and tested its weight to make sure it was loaded. With a man such as the Sergeant in charge, one had to check such things now and then.

Moving to the Marines by the building entrance, she stacked up before her fellows and spared those behind a short look.

"Breaching!" she hollered, rushing around the entrance in a controlled run, sweeping the MG barrel back and forth to find any targets not yet killed by the fire from outside. A short burst of twenty rounds made the room look even more tattered as the Marine advanced.

Moving in short, swift, controlled steps, she made her way to the large receptions desk. As she approached the structure, she lifted the gun a bit and peered across the top of the desk. If something popped out, at least it wouldn't live very long.
 
“What the hell?!” Lucia hissed as she watched the new recruit storm in. Lucia wasted no time barreling in to save the other woman’s life. “Smaller gun. You should have kept the smaller gun!” Lucia hissed as she formed up next to the machine gun wielding Naomi. “ We are sweeping and clearing a large building with little idea of what kind of resistance we are expecting, and you take the largest gun you can find?” Lucia grabbed the new woman by the collar of her shirt halting her advance so that Lucia could take point instead. Lucia pushed ahead right into

"Two stair cases on either flank." She then looked at the desk and the two doors behind it. The dead bodies in the center of the room did much to signal the fact that this was an obviously good place for the enemy to hang back and start smoking Nepleslian Marines as the entered the building.


Lucia then poked her head up over the turned over Taco truck, and aimed her weapon at the left door. "Watch that desk..." Lucia said softly. "Two stair cases on both flanks, two doors and a receptionists desk. Anybody have any ordinance?"
 
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As Naomi moved up, so too did the marines on either side of the entrance, staying close to the walls as they moved inward. They aimed their sub machine guns at the staircases on either side, firing short busts every few seconds at the entrances to the staircases that lead upwards further into the building. In-between gunshots footsteps could be heard heading back up the staircase.

When Naomi reached the counter a series of gunshots would ring out, blasting straight upward into the ceiling over the desk and causing some small chunks of ceiling to fall down onto the already messy desk top. Following that a small green grenade would be tossed over the counter, Naomi would see a hand pop up over the counter for just a fraction of a second as the weapon was tossed towards the center of the lobby.

“ ‘NADE!” One of the marines on the sides yelled out, one running forward only to get showered by bullets coming from the top of the staircase on the left, falling forward and landing on the floor just past the staircase near a closed door. The other marines would back up, two heading out the lobby door while the other merely crouched in place, turning his back toward the grenade as the Sergeant strode forward. He would drop his machine gun and grab the man in the taco suit with his good arm, forcing him down behind the Taco cart while he did the same.
 
Naomi was already starting to regret following the Sergeant's orders. She knew the orders he had given were lawful, but...

First, as she approached the armored receptions desk, somebody behind it began shooting at the ceiling, which caused an annoying rain of dust to rain down. As she was trying to raise the MG, a hand then popped up and lobbed a small grenade - probably fragmentation, her mind said - out in to basically the midst of the advancing Marines unit.

“‘NADE!”

Her mind registered the alarmed warning shout, but her body was already moving automatically. Her legs began working, causing her to backtrack a bit to keep up with the rolling grenade. As soon as she could get to it she revved back and kicked it as hard as she could, trying her best to send it right and inward towards one of the stairs.

"Grenade!" she hollered as she did so, repeating the other Marine's hollered warning. Dropping to the floor, she kept as low as she could.
 
Lucia saw the grenade and ducked down behind the taco truck. The Grenade would detonate far enough away from where Naomi had kicked it, putting Lucia into little danger.

Naomi was face down making out with the floor when Lucia bounded over the Taco truck. She had her gun aimed at the desk where she had seen that hand pop up and was dumping onto it as she advanced on to Naomi’s position. “CONTACT!”

“Targets! TARGETS EVERY WHEEEREEE!” Lucia howled as she emptied her magazine onto that desk in an effort to pin the grenadier down.

This would give Naomi time to get up and continue the pinning fire. “Watch those doors and stair cases!” Lucia shouted over the ensuing fire fight.
 
“SHIT!” The marine who had crouched next to the wall yelled as he saw the grenade get kicked over to his side of the room. He quickly turned around, crossed his legs and went face down to avoid the blast.

There was a loud thump, followed by small high pitched wines as metal fragments peppered the room.

The Marine who had crouched on the right side had cut up uniform pants now, blood dripping down on the floor while the marine on the left side of the room who had already been shot fared worse, having several metal fragments in his back, his body curled up facing the wall with blood soaking the jacket.

The hand would again show up, an SMG in hand getting ready to fire over the desk only to have bullets slam into the SMG, tearing a trigger finger off as it was pulled away and tossed against the wall behind the desk. The remaining marines would again advance up the sides, again firing rounds at the staircases as they advanced. One of the assailants was on his way down those very stairs, his clear shot at Naomi being interrupted by a machine gun blast from the Sergeant blowing holes in the wall near him, causing him to scramble back up the staircase.
 
'This,' Naomi thought, bullets screeching overhead. 'Is simply not my morning.'

Her ears rang from the grenade blast for several seconds, but it seemed a bit more like several minutes as she dared to glance up at the scene.

'Damn,' she though privately. 'I always knew Lucia was a bit crazy inside, but...damn.'

"Check your fire!" she called out, low-crawling a bit off to the left side, to be safe before she rose from the floor, hefting the MG as she did so. A lot had happened, inside just a handful of seconds. There was a Marine down by one of the stairs next to a door, wounded or just dead by now, somebody had tried to shoot her, but had been suppressed by the Sergeant, and Lucia was going wild on a hostile behind the desk.

'Who hides behind an exposed desk?'

Eyes darting back and forth as she looked from the left stairs, to the receptions desk, to the right stairs, and back, a lone thought occurred in the Marine's mind.

'Who is behind that desk?'

For a moment Naomi contemplated calling on the hostile at the desk to lay down his arms, on the off chance he was somebody who could and he was willing to listen, but she almost instantly discarded the thought into the 'Stupid Ideas' part of her mind.

Instead, she just kept the MG trained on the desk, and waited for the idiot to rise up again. Once he did, or once somebody came out of the numerous other exits, she would fire.
 
Lucia switched out her empty magazine for a new one as quickly as she could. She slapped the magazine in, and chambered a round. She held her fire though taking care to wait for the man seeking cover behind the desk to poke his head up. Lucia shifted into a crouch and was aiming up at the desk to avoid getting caught in a blind fire arc.

“Anybody hit?” Lucia called out, mostly to Naomi.

Lucia was wired and her adrenalin was pumping. If the guy behind the desk even poked his head up she would start dumping again. The guys on the stairs were pinned down but if they got frisky Lucia had some rounds read for them.
 
“OW!” The marine who had crouched against the wall yelled out in response.

“ITS JUST YOUR LEGS! YOU DON’T EVEN NEED THOSE!” The Sergeant yelled back. “NOW MAN UP AND CRAWL TO SOME COVER!”

From her point of view Naomi could easily see up both stair cases. The one on the left side of the room, the side she was on, had grenade shrapnel in the walls and some blood spatter at the top of the stairs but there was no body. On the other side there was no grenade shrapnel. Both staircases went up half a floor, then turned, making another corner for someone to hide behind at the top with. The desk itself had most of its façade blown away, leaving just the heavy metal plates that were holding it up. Gunfights were common on nepleslia and the NNN’s lobby was well prepared to deal with a surprise assault from the front.

For a brief moment the hostile at the top of the right staircase would expose his sub machine gun, taking aim and firing a small burst of bullets that bounced off the top of the desk that Naomi was hiding behind.

The injured marine would reluctantly pull himself toward the corner that led up to the staircase, watching the desk from the side opposite of Naomi. Some scurrying would occur on the other side of the desk as the hostile picked back up his gun, again firing it into the ceiling from behind the desk, blowing off chunks of ceiling.

“FIRE IN THE HOLE!” The hostile behind the desk would yell, tossing another grenade in a slow arc over the desk, then crouch running towards the staircase on the right, exposing himself for a brief moment as he ran between the cover of the desk and the wall of the staircase.
 
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