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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Apr 3, 2010 23:53:37 GMT -5
"Shit! SHIT!" shouted Rodent as a snork leaped at him. Throwing himself out of the way of the mutant, he raised his rifle and let off a hail of 5.56 rounds at the beast. The majority of them missed, but one of them hit the creature in the neck, severing its spine. Rodent looked around. Duke was beating a snork in the head with the butt of his rifle. When he looked over towards Leon, he saw something moving out of the corner of his eye. Before he could react, the snork smashed into him, sending him tumbling over.
The snork clawed wildly at Rodent, tearing at his suit and beating on his visor. Kicking the snork off of him, he pointed his rifle at the mutant and pulled the trigger, CLICK, "God DAMMIT!" He shouted, flipping the safety off on the M203, he fired just as the snork leaped at him again. The unexploded grenade hit the beast in the head, pulverizing its skull and turning what was left of its head inside-out.
Wiping the bits of snork head off of his visor, Rodent walked back to the rest of the group. "Well." he said, "What now?
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Post by Διμι on Apr 5, 2010 20:45:25 GMT -5
"Now? We move on." Leon glanced around, checking the cliffs for any more movement. If there had been any more of the beasts, they had retreated, he thought. Still holding his gun at the ready, he checked over the rest of the group. No one seemed to be injured, although the new Duty suits were now heavily scuffed and scratched by the creatures' claws. Not wishing to stay trapped in the valley, the mercenary gestured for the group to follow him and make their way out. After some walking, the terrain evened out, emerging at the coast of a wide river. Beyond it, a city was clearly visible. Smoke and flames could be seen in the distance, gunfire and blasts could be plainly heard even across the expanse. Leon's radio immediately came to life, mercenary channels sending out apparent distress signals to everyone in the area. The dynamic squawked, displaying a the location of a beacon on the PDA's map. To all stalker groups in the region! Be it Duty, Freedom, mercenary, or unaffiliated squads. The Dead City is under attack by a massive Monolith force sweeping in from the Northeast. If you value whatever it may be you have here in the Zone, help us drive the invaders back to the Zone center, otherwise all may be lost! "Sounds like we're needed there." spoke Leon. "We'll probably find Lutiy somewhere in there as well, dead or alive. I don't like the prospect of having to fight these Monolith creeps, but it looks like that's the way we'll be swinging." The mercenary began to walk towards a bridge across the river in the distance.
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Post by Karcentric on Apr 10, 2010 12:50:30 GMT -5
Rusty followed Leon and Rodent, walking beside Duke who was still ranting about the snorks. "Pretty nasty buggers aren't they?" He asked, despite the fact they were walking towards what was probably a suicidal, his sprites were high, even as they got closer and the sounds of a vicious firefight got louder and louder. "Shit, sounds like their having a full scale war or something. How many monolith guys are there?" He called to Leon who seemed very confident about marching into this fight. What are guy, he's either mad or truly heroic. Rusty smiled at that thought. The city loomed before them, smoke was rising from several fires burning unchecked, the sounds was incredible and terrifying at the same time.
They sneaked across the bridge and began traversing the streets getting closer and closer to the shooting with out actually seeing anyone, eventually they came to what would of been a large courtyard, but it was completely obliterated, many of the buildings had collapsed and were still burning, several charred corpses were also visible, however there was no way to know what faction they were from, "I think we're pretty close now." Leon said stopping checking the path ahead, the heat room the blast was still radiating up, if it wasn't for their suits it would of been an uncrossable path. Leon stepped gingerly motioning for the group to follow, Rusty could feel the heat in the soles of his boots as they moved through the ruined courtyard, the tension was building in his gut as they got closer and closer to the shooting.
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Post by Basil on Apr 11, 2010 16:19:05 GMT -5
Duke had, of course, never been to Limansk and so far he was not enjoying the visit. The whole place seemed to have been hit by an air raid. Flames were happily consuming the remnants of several buildings around them, the scorching heat they gave off licking Duke's suit like the hands of hell. The courtyard's surface was black and covered in part with the charred remnants of corpses, shattered glass and blasted bricks and mortar. Gunfire could be heard above the roar of the flames.
Duke followed the others, glancing at some of the corpses on the ground: some were wearing blue and black suits, and the others wore the grey-black outfits of Monolithians. The two factions warring over the ghost town that was Limansk. As they moved past the courtyard and down the street, walking cautiously past two abandoned Zaporozhet cars eaten by rust and pocked by bullet holes. The sound of gunfire was very loud at that point, and Duke could see the flash of gunfire at a house nearby.
"Any...come...help...outnumbered by Monolith basta...we need any help we can get!", said a garbled message on their PDAs. A general message broadcast by the mercs entrenched in the building up ahead asking for help to fight back the Monolithians. As Duke watched the building, he saw one merc with a PKM up on a balcony. The merc shot at an unseen enemy up the street before being suddenly shot down. Another merc took his place. The building's front was cracked and heavily damaged by gunfire.
"Do we go help 'em?", said Duke to Leon, "I don't see how we could get past anyway...the freaks seem to be blocking the way forward."
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Post by Διμι on Apr 11, 2010 16:45:30 GMT -5
Drawing his G11, Leon carefully walked over to the corner of the street opposite the building and took a look down the road before hastily withdrawing. The corner of the building was instantly peppered by gunfire. In response, the PKM on the balcony began its chatter again, firing back at the Monolithians who had left their cover.
Leon returned to the group, motioning for them to walk through the side entrance into the building occupied by the mercenaries. "There's around eight or nine of them, all behind a barricade up the street. They're hard to snipe down, but I reckon if we use some high explosive, we'll blow them apart along with their little fortifications."
He nodded to Duke, pointing to the bandit's RG-6 grenade launcher. "Load that thing up and get on the roof. Give them a little shower from hell they won't forget anytime soon." The group stepped into the building's main room. Several mercenaries were sheltered inside, fairly well armed, but outnumbered. A handful were wounded, and there were several more bodies near the windows. Looking down the street, Leon noticed over a dozen Monolith corpses. Evidently, the fanatics were attempting to storm the building.
He looked back to Duke, who was hastily slotting VOG-25R grenades into the revolving barrel of the Bulldog with a gleeful look on his face. "You know what to do." Leon said. "I'll cover you from ground level and distract them. I sure hope you're not drunk enough to fall off of the roof."
The mercenary crept over to the window, and let off a three-round burst from his G11 at a single Monolithian by the barricade. The first two shots were virtually recoilless, as the rifle's mechanism floated back within its casing until it hit the rear buffer. Nevertheless, the fanatic ducked down before the caseless rounds slammed into the wooden crates about him. Leon leaned out again with another burst, this time clipping a sniper sitting behind several sandbags and causing the man to drop to the ground, writhing in pain. A single round slammed into the Major's suit's titanium chest plate, nearly knocking Leon to the ground. Come on, Duke, where the hell are you? he thought.
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Post by Basil on Apr 11, 2010 17:12:32 GMT -5
Duke was perfectly sober, and as Leon gave him the order to go onto the roof, the bandit dashed over to an old, rather rotten ladder leading up to the attic. He scrambled up it, and one of the rungs broke, almost throwing him down to the floor.
"You fucker!", yelled Duke as he struggled to regain his footing. Thankfully, the ladder was fixed to the ceiling and didn't tip over. Duke went up and opened the trapdoor with a powerful wrenching movement, revealing the dark, stale interior of the attic above. He went in, bending over and walking quickly under the rafters towards a nearby skylight. He smashed it open with the butt of his grenade launcher and climbed up onto the tin roof of the building, which gave a sublime view of the devastated street and the Monolith soldiers up ahead.
"Well, my sweeties", said Duke, his cigarette firmly held between his teeth in a savage grin, "it's time to watch the firework display!"
He raised the grenade launcher and pulled the trigger, eliciting a KA-THUNK sound from the weapon and sending an explosive projectile into the air. The grenade spiralled down towards a tall Monolithian and exploded, throwing the man against a wall, his flesh ripped by shrapnel. Another grenade followed, and another, and another. Soon, the Monolith's positions were coming under a genuine rain of explosive death, killing and mutilating those caught in the blasts. But the rain could not continue without Duke reloading, and he stopped to reload.
As he fed grenades into the weapon, a few Monolithians came to their sense and opened fire at him. Duke was forced to drop behind the other side of the roof to avoid getting peppered with bullets. He finished reloading and fired a few more times onto the Monolithians, and his face got grazed by a bullet ricocheting off the roof, but he ignored the sudden pain.
"This is real horror show", said Duke as he sent more grenades raining down onto the enemy, "real horror show indeed."
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Post by Διμι on Apr 12, 2010 18:19:04 GMT -5
Leon ducked down from the aperture as Duke's grenades turned the barricade and Monolith forces behind it into shrapnel. Men and fortifications were torn into shreds by the high explosive rain from the bandit on the besieged building's roof.
The mercenaries broke their cover, emerging from the front and side doors of the structure and storming towards the destroyed choke point, gunning down surviving Monolithians with the efficiency of trained professionals. Some of the brown-and-grey clad fanatics attempted to retreat, but were rapidly gunned by more opposition somewhere from behind.
Leon watched as another group of mercenaries emerged from the smoky haze, guns drawn. The Monolith squad had been taken care of. Leon turned back to the house where his group had been stationed, motioning for Duke to come down from the roof and the rest to come out.
The two groups met each other and coalesced, making a grand total of roughly fifteen mercenaries in fighting condition not counting Leon's own squad. Walking up to the exo-clad stalker who seemed to be in charge of the larger former group, he inquired about the status of the fighting in Limansk.
"We've been hit by a army of Monolithians the size of which the Zone hasn't ever seen gathered." the man replied "By our approximations, there are about two hundred of the fanatics spread out all over Limansk. About half of them are besieging the Dead City, while the rest are scattered all over the region, like the squad we've just eliminated. The HQ guards blew the bridge to the base, but the mindless bastards somehow found a way to make it across anyway." he waved for the newly created squad to organize and move out. "We're not far from the Dead City, and there's a regular siege going on over there, so if you want to help out, come with us."
Leon nodded, "Understood," he replied, setting off after the other mercenary. The sizeable squad marched down the street, occasionally stopping to pick off one or two stray fanatics that had been left behind by the main Monolith force in their assault on the mercenary base. Finally, they emerged by the riverside, taking cover behind several ruined vehicles on the road separating Limansk from the shore.
"Mother of God..." spat one of the mercenaries, beholding the force before them. The bridge had indeed been blown, stranding over thirty Monolith gunners, snipers, and heavy weapons wielders on the shore, backing up over fifty more warriors that had somehow made it over to the other side and were actively sieging the mercenaries' fortifications. The discharge and hum of a Gauss Rifle reloading could be heard over a ridge ahead.
"Get down!" the squad leader hissed. "There's no way we'll be able to take on all of them head-on. "We've got to get over to the other side somehow and back up the main defense force. But how the hell did those shits get over there in the first place with the bridge out?"
"Over there!" Leon pointed to several passenger barges tied to the shore, watched over by a pair of Monolith guards. Several near-silent pops could be heard, and were quickly lost in the general din of the gunfire erupting over the Dead City. The two guards dropped as the mercenaries scanned the area once more to see if anyone had heard the gunfire. Thankfully, the Monolithians were too engrossed with bombarding the Dead City to notice.
The mercenary leader set off at a quick, crouching run towards the boat. "Follow me," he whispered "take every single boat and spread out. It'll make it difficult for them to sink all of us." The squad quickly made their way down to the shore, and began loading into the crafts.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Apr 12, 2010 20:30:11 GMT -5
Keeping in a low crouch, Rodent rushed over to the barges with the rest of the group. Slinging his TAR-21 over his shoulder, he drew is P99 and peeked over the side of the boat. Inside was a Monolith soldier, tinkering with the barge's motor. Raising his sidearm, he fired, dropping the Monolithain with a slinced pop. Jumping into the barge, Rodent pushed the dead Monolithain over the side, and gestured at a group of Mercs to jump in. Rodent waited for the rest of the barges to fill up before he started the motor. Standing up, he cut the rope holding the barge to the shore, and the flotilla of boats started out towards the dead city. Spreading out from the other boats, Rodent waited for the Monolithians on the Limansk side of the river to notice their boats were being stolen. Just as they reached the half way point, a Gauss rifle projectile tore through the boat, inches away from Rodent's head. Seconds later, an RPG round smashed into one of the farther boats obliterating it and sending it's passengers flying. "Don't just stand there!" Rodent shouted at the Mercs in his boat "Shoot the bastards!". In his adrenaline rushed state, Rodent had unknowingly slipped into German, but the Mercs soon understood what he meant when Rodent propped his TAR-21 against one arm and fired an HEDP round at the Monolith goons on the other side of the river. Putting as much power as he could into the barge's small motor, Rodent drove the boat onto the shore and jumped out, throwing himself flat and using the boat as cover from the Monolith hoard on the other side of the river. He could see Monolithians from previous boat runs in front of them, trying to hit the Mercs from their flank. Aiming down the TAR-21's red dot sight, Rodent opened fire on the squad, sending them running from their cover with surprise only to be gunned down by Mercenaries in the city itself. "Come on!" He shouted, waving the mercs from his boat up, "we're needed in the city!" ((continued in Against All Ionized Odds))
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