Silly goose Posted January 4, 2019 Report Share Posted January 4, 2019 Deployment Order - Dionysus 31st Morita Regiment 112th Battalion By request of Captain Nielsen of the 9th Marauder Corps Call-sign 'Big Iron' 22:00 Federal Standard (11:00 PM GMT / 6:00 EST) 18.01.2299 1 1 Link to comment
Silly goose Posted January 4, 2019 Author Report Share Posted January 4, 2019 They'd never seen so many bugs. So many that the very ground of the valley itself had the look of one heaving, screeching, hungry carpet of claws and carapace. They stood on shaking feet as the earth beneath them shuddered to the rhythm of a stampede of talons. A world of ravenous chitin and swarming hate. Morita fire crackled like popcorn amidst it all, lost in the sheer mass of bugs. Lieutenant Person stood at the heart of their small island of flesh and blood, watching the bugs pour in. "Pitbulls! Hold the line! No evac today." He racked the bolt of his rifle and stepped up to the line, pouring it on. The men stood shoulder to shoulder, pressed back together by the gradual shuffle of boots moving away from grasping claws. Soon there would be no space to shuffle into. Lieutenant Person wondered whether the ammo would run out before the ground did. The humidity of vaporised ichor was stifling. His helmet rim dripped with green condensation. The stink of it was overpowering. Overwhelming. Lieutenant Person took one last look at his men, and knew that they were dead. He resigned himself to a messy death on a nameless hilltop, and fired off the last of his buckshot. From somewhere amidst the din of it all, his radio chattered. "Pitbull Actual, Mobcomm. Big Iron deploying. Over." He barely heard the transmission, but he heard what came next. The sky split apart in a furious series of supersonic cracks, and dead ahead, a mountain peak blew apart in a shower of rock-dust. Rubble rained down amidst the bug formation, and from the dust-cloud rose a figure that could well have been part of the mountain itself. Weapon arms glinted. A dark visor and towering slabs of heavy armour. It took in the view. Lieutenant Person felt the swarm shifting. It was an instinctive thing, and in a few moments, his eyes caught up with his subconscious. The bugs were turning towards the distant mountain peak, rushing up rock-falls and clambering across cliff-faces. The distant behemoth brought its weapon-limbs up and set the horizon alight. Squealing blasts of plasma cannon fire and the chuntering roar of an automatic mortar. Missiles streaked out, blasting tankers apart and spraying their cargo of flame across the swarm. Detonations rippled across the valley: the blossoming fire of cluster-munitions, and the acrid blue burn of the plasma cannon. One by one, Person's Pitbulls stopped firing, and watched. Perched atop its mountain, torso twisting around legs locked in place, the super-heavy burned its way through the swarm. Heatwaves washed across the infantry, flash-tanning them. The ground begin to rumble to a different rhythm - no longer the constant judder of bug talons, but the staccato trembling of an army's worth of ordnance, delivered with deliberate fury. Person's radio chattered. "Pitbull, this is Big Iron. If you boys can spare it, I could use a hand dropping some of these networks." Around him, the Pitbulls were loading in the last of their magazines. He could see his nuke troopers running an inventory of warheads. His own marauder support were shoving out a gap through the bug corpse-wall. "You heard the man, Pitbulls. Let's get to work." Link to comment
Arrow Posted January 4, 2019 Report Share Posted January 4, 2019 finally we use the giant ass marauder that could litterally solve all our problems in less then 5 minutes Like if we throw enough bullets and explosions at it i think that would fix everyone one of our problems Link to comment
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