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Post by Zackiath Skirran on Jun 25, 2007 16:23:48 GMT -5
I throw my broken sword to the ground and walk along. I then grabbed my com.
"Commander Will Treigh, they're all gone. I repeat, boarding crafts have been terminated. I am returning to my quarters, tell me if you need something."
I signalled to my squad to go and rest, the four of them went off to train. I then walked to my quarters.
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Post by Phillip Cloudrider on Jun 26, 2007 0:04:40 GMT -5
I finish switching out relays and stands up. I walk over to my Captain and whisper "Captain, weapons back online."
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Post by Jade Mandelo on Jun 26, 2007 11:11:48 GMT -5
I watch as the remaining Alpha group take form. "Mandelo to all ships, fire on the capital vessel full avalible spread" she orders. They get closer, her heart pounding in her chest "FIRE!"
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Post by Alex Roddenberry on Jun 26, 2007 12:49:20 GMT -5
"Forward view!" I called out. I wanted to see the ship be destroyed. I watch as thousands upon thousands of missiles and torpedoes are launched. wave after wave, they all hit the ship. Nothing could survive such a barrage. Not after what we have been threw. That ship was toast. "Computer play, '1812 Overture' by Tchaikovsky." A small victory in our game of chess.
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Post by Phillip Cloudrider on Jun 26, 2007 13:41:26 GMT -5
I turn to Captain Roddenberry. "What is our next target sir?" Now back at my tactical console and finding possible targets. Not finding any I leans on my console and silently think "thank god"
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Post by Nickolas Seafort on Jun 26, 2007 15:26:18 GMT -5
From my ships sickbay i lean back as our fleet moves from fighting to mop up actions. The cybers forces fragment and flee in every direction, while our forces hunt them. Meanwhile I look at reports from groundside and i smile as i read that its much the same ground side. With victory nearing I allow myself to fall asleep....
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Post by Zackiath Skirran on Jun 27, 2007 1:01:41 GMT -5
I arrive in my quarters to find a letter on my bed. I pick it up and read it:
Zackiath Skirran. We need you to return to Earth for atleast one day. Once you touch down a car will be waiting for you. You must get in it. It will take you to your parents house. I will be waiting there for you. Take care. An Old Friend.
I looked at the letter.
What could they want? And who are they?
I then lay down in my bed, and go to sleep.
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Post by Kyle Read on Jun 27, 2007 16:49:46 GMT -5
I was the first awake as day broke over the hills. Getting up everyone else we packed up and headed out. Today would be our day for victory. I had just received word that the space fleet had won and are cutting off the area. Giving us all hope that today would be the nail in that victory. Tanks began to role over the hill as our side of the fight came forth toward the taken and rebuilt city for those mechanical bastards. I held out my hand and held a tank before climbing on its back. Taking out binoculars I looked forth at the battle grounds, and at the other side where I see the Beta group ready. I raise my hand single forth and both groups charge, me still on the lead tanks back. "Fire!" I call into my com and see all the tanks fire taking out defenses, walls and a few units. The tank I am on shudders and fires, I hold on and look into my scopes to look at the damage. The men charged and we were ready to take this city back.
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Zieg
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Post by Zieg on Jul 1, 2007 22:17:50 GMT -5
The roaring blasts of artillery echoed around me, my hoofs clanging to the metal plating beneath me while my outreached arm held firmly upon the casing of the armored combat vehicle beneath me. The tank released a second massive shell from its cannon and my muscles braced for the recoil. The pain that ached in the back of my legs were drowned by the growing cacophony around me, for even thoughts could not penetrate into one's own mind anymore. The battle formulating itself before me held no consequence within me, the campaign, the war, it was all so hollow and meaningless.
Stone and terrain emulated flesh as it was beset by the heavy fire, tearing itself open and bleeding soil and building material. My gaze would rapidly survey the situation, my lips constantly parting to relay various commands into a communicator and far before me see the different instructions take place. The men would diverge from the larger units into their smaller counterparts, each moving into distinct and pre-determined positions to best assault the various locations.
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Post by Alex Roddenberry on Jul 2, 2007 20:44:29 GMT -5
"Tactical! Ground troop status! NOW!" I looked over to Cloudrider. "Sir, the north part of the city is under full control, they are curently flanking the east ans center." The officer looked up.
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Post by Kyle Read on Jul 2, 2007 22:51:06 GMT -5
I advance moving forward off the tank. Pushing off I come down with my knifes into the heads of two cybers. Putting them back behind my back and bring our my pistols and fire at will. Moving around I take as many as I can before reatreating for cover fire. "Having fun?" I ask Zieg.
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Zieg
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Post by Zieg on Jul 8, 2007 13:04:31 GMT -5
OOC: Back from my trip out "north", 800km driven in a day. So very, very gross. A(also)OOC: I've got an idea for how to make this new/est battle/conflict in the city interesting. ^_^
The minigun roared to life beneath the behomoth grasp of my arms required to uphold the weapon properly, the recoil producing several times the actual weight of the multi-barreled weapon in my hold. The massive weapon released the lethal stream of ammunition in such a way that rank upon rank of the metallic hummanoids fell under the barrage of fire yet nearly as soon as I laid fire upon the masses, I became the primary or so target for their counterfire, forcing me to, relatively, quickly dodge aside and take pause behind some menial mass to my side.
The driving force of our assault had ravaged through what appeared surrealy small amounts of Cybernetic opponents, almost if not more than two-fifths of the city already held or under near control. I flung my weapon partially through the glass of a vehicule, using the frame of the door as support to my firing weapon. I used the time to extract an explosive from my gear, and as I set-off the timer, I lobbed it above my location and towards the nearing units. The explosive fell short of its destination, not by throw but for they had accurately set it off mid-air before it reached. A stream of curses escaped my lips, although were cut short as rubble from the aerial detonation collapsed upon those beneath it, giving some meaning to its initial purpose.
It was soon after, in this constant exchange of fire, that my weapon slowed down, the belt of ammunition draw through its barrels fallen empty and useless. My lips released yet another curse as my primary means of assault finally became tired of use, the item simply dropped, angled, into the vehicule and I was forced to "degrade" myself onto a smaller, yet likewise potent assault riffle. My legs eased in their painful throbs as the weight upon them lessened, though remained a constant reminder of my imperfect scars still nagging upon me. Minutes passed and fire continued, a familliar tall figure rushing about from position to position in full fire caught my gaze, two smaller weapons in his hold releasing burst upon burst of its dangerous fire upon enemy; soon enough he dodged back, nearing myself, and as he spoke, I nodded my content reply, a thin smirk elating upon my lips yet even as he withdrew briefly the numbers won the battle and the biological allies around me overtook them, holding this new position briefly to brief upon further assault.
A thought nagged upon the back of my mind, my brows briefly furrowed before I dropped open a detailed map of the city before me. I found a surface and replaced it to better glance down upon it. My digits traced about to locate various monuments and pin-point us more properly, upon the frontier leading into, or deffending. the western quarters of the metropolis. My eyebrows recurled upon their center again as my forefinger closed onto a particularly large eddifice in the mid-center of the western portion, "What is this?" I managed to mutter to a reconnaissance soldier, who upon glancing at it shrugged, through pointed off in the horizon to the large blotch, a darkened yet momental effifice, in the horizon.
I raised a hand above the eye-line, and with a slight use of racial improved vision, I managed to make out the forms of several hundred figures patrolling about behind fenced grounds and along the rooftops. Although what had caught my eye was what remained covering large portions of the courtyard and roofs. Turning my gaze and self about to face with my superior of equal height, I sighed before softly speaking, "Sir, we may have an issue at hand..."
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Post by Byron Bladestorm on Jul 9, 2007 12:54:06 GMT -5
*After joining up with the fighter reserved and taking care of all the enemy fighters, Byron contacts the Victory for further orders.*
"DIABLOS to Victory; sorry I've been out of contact for a while, but the enemy fighters have been abit of a handful, but they have all been taken care of now and Myself and the other fighters are now awaiting further orders."
OOC: That was an Excellent post Zieg.
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Post by Jade Mandelo on Jul 11, 2007 19:33:24 GMT -5
"Head to surface" I reply at once "They will need help on ground with the forces there."
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Post by Byron Bladestorm on Jul 12, 2007 10:45:23 GMT -5
"DIABLOS to Victory; Understood."
"DIABLOS to all fighters; form up on Me, we're heading to the surface to give the ground forces support, so switch weapons config to *Ground Attack* and watch for enemy fire."
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