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 “Nothing, the damn kashaks slipped off, didn't even try to get their dead and I only managed to get one.” She growled, the younger more brash woman was in a silent rage, she was closer to the three in the lead APC than Samila.
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-The ambush had been successful but they hadn’t anticipated the response being so swift, they had expected the snow storm to cover them… but someone was apparently getting fed up with their efforts on US 40. The first pass of the dropship got two of their number, reducing them to clumps of white winter clothing and seared flesh. They scattered some of them with heavier kit shot back, the clanks of rifle fire pinging off the metal structure reaching them even through the wind as they bounced from tree clump to tree clump.
-The dropship vanished for a moment before returning to a high position overhead but it had ceased shooting… that meant they were watching and guiding a couple of pods toward their position. The blizzard began to pick up, vision dropping bit by bit but the group of humans knew at least their enemy was in the same boat, white out screwed with their thermals as well. That didn’t matter much for the pair keeping up at their tail end, a burst of the statically pops of laser fire tearing through snow filled air and a single scream announced their situation.
-The boy in the lead, a twenty something who’d fled up here during the start of the invasion, raises a fist and starts gesturing. They’re in the mouth of a box canyon, boulders and stands off to either side…. In the very least the dropship can’t see them right now so they spread out, he knows they have a few LAW tubes, grenades, and a single SAW with hot loaded green tip. Everyone else had some kind of 308 rifle, the only thing that would do something to the Shil armor. Checking his own, an M-14, he sets up in the hollow between two boulders and looks back down the path… and waits. He knows the girl has probably already laid the claymores and that they’re going to want to draw them in.
-The first group has to be their pointmen, their shape and movements marking them as Rakiri, their movement on all fours practically confirming it… they’re tracking them. He can feel his nerves now, biting through even the numb freeze of his hands as he pulls the rifle in a little tighter. His painted phospor sight slightly glowing as he drops it on the lead of the three. He knows behind them is probably another three or four pods, how many will they manage to take?
-SAW man opens up first, four quick bursts that dance across the bodies of the intruding Rakiri at eighty yards. One locks up out in the open and he drops his sights on her, three quick shots and one finds the neck joint sending a spout of something into the air before she drops. Then a piece of rock next to him explodes, splinters cutting into his white mask, he can feel the quickly cooling blood on his face before he shifts his aim. Shes less than thirty yards from him, next to a tall pine, he can see her finger move as another golf ball sized piece of rock turns into shrapnel. He feels the sting of sharp rock into his arm as he steadies his aim. Three more 7.62 NATO AP rounds smack into her helmet, the Rakiri drops like a rock.
-He knows the third one is out there somewhere and starts to displace when she comes over the top of the boulder at him, fuck she flanked. He spins his rifle up, buying himself a moment as she tangles with it but feels the bite of claws into his side…. God that hurt. But it was enough time to get the bowie out, with adrenaline and pain throbbing in his head he drives it into the smaller Rakiri’s neck and side. He can hear her yowling through the helmet as she tries to drive her own natural blades deeper but hes struck bone and arteries first that he can feel the result of coating and soaking his gloved hand. Suddenly the tip finds something hard and he presses with everything in his arm and twists, something crunches and the four hundred pound alien turns into a pile of still meat and barely manages to twist out from under. He can feel blood pulsing from his side and a cold that has nothing to do with the temp start to seep into his limbs. He does the best he can with his own kit and pilfers whatever he can from the corpse as the SAW barks every few moments. Then everything shook as the claymores clapped off in sequence, bleeding out or not he needed to move and shoot.
-There was a cloud of white floating up from the trees that flanked the path into the canyon, he could see a few unmoving bodies in flexfiber there, but others picking through with rifles up. As he came out from around his cover a tree behind him exploded as a reminder the snow fall fogged rather than completely masked as he felt the two feet of fall bite into his face after he dropped. The SAW chatter on a long full auto burst brought his mind back into the situation and he forced himself to crawl to a stand of trees before pulling himself up to look.
-The rounds where annoying or alarming enough for the Shil to keep to cover, he guessed they had no more Rakiri to send up. They where putting whatever fire they could on Shane but he kept returning it. Then he saw Liz pop up, the woodstock and blunderbuss like barrel of her ancient M79 in her hands. BLOOP! He managed to blink before the 40mm round landed in the chest of a bold Shil who’d stretched herself around a rock to fire, the blast blowing her apart. This seemed to enrage the pod, the other two survivors braving the SAW’s suppression and beginning to methodically pick apart Liz’s stand of spruce as she dropped back into the snow.
-It was his turn now as he pulled the M-14 up, letting the sight settle of the back of the neck of the farthest out Shil. Recoiled thumped into his shoulder as the AP round found the seal, she dropped and the singular survivor spun in his direction. Her rifle ‘fired’ and the tree in front of him, the one he was using for cover, exploded throwing him back. Bloody now and with a face full of splinters hes down his rifle, its remains glowing white in the snow as it hisses and melts.
-There's another thump and the offending Shil is sent sprawling… but two more pods press in behind them. Their rifles up and the snow hissing as invisible focused light reached out. He heard a loud yowl as the SAW suddenly stopped its cyclic bark, hit? Or out of ammo?
-He peeks and can see them pressing up in a line, he reaches into his coat, noting how wet it feels, before pulling out a green object. The pin is pulled and he throws it the thirty yards toward the pressing line and it breaks them for the moment giving Liz the time she needs to pop off another grenade of her own. It catches one in the chest, blowing them apart and spraying the rest with blast pressure.
-The area around Liz suddenly erupts in blue as she goes flying from the position in a shower of blown timber and rock. Another six flow through the slack fire and more wood explodes around him as he drops to cover.
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 She can see her blood pooling in the snow below her and feel herself starting to slip, the crunching of the ice next to her brings her back. Her eyes look up into an armored face plate, a power armored figure in black and white paint crouches down next to her. As she feels herself starting to slip off again another armored figure vaults in, her last waking sensation being her suit being cut into.
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+The ambush had been successful but they hadn’t anticipated the response being so swift, they had expected the snow storm to cover them… but someone was apparently getting fed up with their efforts on US 40. The first pass of the dropship got two of their number, reducing them to clumps of white winter clothing and seared flesh. They scattered some of them with heavier kit shot back, the clanks of rifle fire pinging off the metal structure reaching them even through the wind as they bounced from tree clump to tree clump.
+The dropship vanished for a moment before returning to a high position overhead but it had ceased shooting… that meant they were watching and guiding a couple of pods toward their position. The blizzard began to pick up, vision dropping bit by bit but the group of humans knew at least their enemy was in the same boat, white out screwed with their thermals as well. That didn’t matter much for the pair keeping up at their tail end, a burst of the statically pops of laser fire tearing through snow filled air and a single scream announced their situation.
+The boy in the lead, a twenty something who’d fled up here during the start of the invasion, raises a fist and starts gesturing. They’re in the mouth of a box canyon, boulders and stands off to either side…. In the very least the dropship can’t see them right now so they spread out, he knows they have a few LAW tubes, grenades, and a single SAW with hot loaded green tip. Everyone else had some kind of 308 rifle, the only thing that would do something to the Shil armor. Checking his own, an M-14, he sets up in the hollow between two boulders and looks back down the path… and waits. He knows the girl has probably already laid the claymores and that they’re going to want to draw them in.
+The first group has to be their pointmen, their shape and movements marking them as Rakiri, their movement on all fours practically confirming it… they’re tracking them. He can feel his nerves now, biting through even the numb freeze of his hands as he pulls the rifle in a little tighter. His painted phospor sight slightly glowing as he drops it on the lead of the three. He knows behind them is probably another three or four pods, how many will they manage to take?
+SAW man opens up first, four quick bursts that dance across the bodies of the intruding Rakiri at eighty yards. One locks up out in the open and he drops his sights on her, three quick shots and one finds the neck joint sending a spout of something into the air before she drops. Then a piece of rock next to him explodes, splinters cutting into his white mask, he can feel the quickly cooling blood on his face before he shifts his aim. Shes less than thirty yards from him, next to a tall pine, he can see her finger move as another golf ball sized piece of rock turns into shrapnel. He feels the sting of sharp rock into his arm as he steadies his aim. Three more 7.62 NATO AP rounds smack into her helmet, the Rakiri drops like a rock.
+He knows the third one is out there somewhere and starts to displace when she comes over the top of the boulder at him, fuck she flanked. He spins his rifle up, buying himself a moment as she tangles with it but feels the bite of claws into his side…. God that hurt. But it was enough time to get the bowie out, with adrenaline and pain throbbing in his head he drives it into the smaller Rakiri’s neck and side. He can hear her yowling through the helmet as she tries to drive her own natural blades deeper but hes struck bone and arteries first that he can feel the result of coating and soaking his gloved hand. Suddenly the tip finds something hard and he presses with everything in his arm and twists, something crunches and the four hundred pound alien turns into a pile of still meat and barely manages to twist out from under. He can feel blood pulsing from his side and a cold that has nothing to do with the temp start to seep into his limbs. He does the best he can with his own kit and pilfers whatever he can from the corpse as the SAW barks every few moments. Then everything shook as the claymores clapped off in sequence, bleeding out or not he needed to move and shoot.
+There was a cloud of white floating up from the trees that flanked the path into the canyon, he could see a few unmoving bodies in flexfiber there, but others picking through with rifles up. As he came out from around his cover a tree behind him exploded as a reminder the snow fall fogged rather than completely masked as he felt the two feet of fall bite into his face after he dropped. The SAW chatter on a long full auto burst brought his mind back into the situation and he forced himself to crawl to a stand of trees before pulling himself up to look.
+The rounds where annoying or alarming enough for the Shil to keep to cover, he guessed they had no more Rakiri to send up. They where putting whatever fire they could on Shane but he kept returning it. Then he saw Liz pop up, the woodstock and blunderbuss like barrel of her ancient M79 in her hands. BLOOP! He managed to blink before the 40mm round landed in the chest of a bold Shil who’d stretched herself around a rock to fire, the blast blowing her apart. This seemed to enrage the pod, the other two survivors braving the SAW’s suppression and beginning to methodically pick apart Liz’s stand of spruce as she dropped back into the snow.
+It was his turn now as he pulled the M-14 up, letting the sight settle of the back of the neck of the farthest out Shil. Recoiled thumped into his shoulder as the AP round found the seal, she dropped and the singular survivor spun in his direction. Her rifle ‘fired’ and the tree in front of him, the one he was using for cover, exploded throwing him back. Bloody now and with a face full of splinters hes down his rifle, its remains glowing white in the snow as it hisses and melts.
+There's another thump and the offending Shil is sent sprawling… but two more pods press in behind them. Their rifles up and the snow hissing as invisible focused light reached out. He heard a loud yowl as the SAW suddenly stopped its cyclic bark, hit? Or out of ammo?
+He peeks and can see them pressing up in a line, he reaches into his coat, noting how wet it feels, before pulling out a green object. The pin is pulled and he throws it the thirty yards toward the pressing line and it breaks them for the moment giving Liz the time she needs to pop off another grenade of her own. It catches one in the chest, blowing them apart and spraying the rest with blast pressure.
+The area around Liz suddenly erupts in blue as she goes flying from the position in a shower of blown timber and rock. Another six flow through the slack fire and more wood explodes around him as he drops to cover.
+{{:colonial_pact:sarp_spacer.png?5|}}
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