Holmes saluted Ling and turned sharply on his heels, facing his two assignees and gesturing back the way they had come. "Ricardo, Federov, on me. We'll cover the last junction."
He raced down the corridor, stopping ten metres short of the convergence. "Federov, behind the crate there, cover left. Ricardo, the pipes, cover right."
Ian dropped prone and unsafed his rifle, just in time to put four rounds into a grey mech coming around the corner. Heh. Cleaning bot. No matter. Anyone else coming round that corner gets a dozen rounds in 'em.
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
Alarms began to go off and the lighting was raised to full at Ling's position.
"Rhade, have you reached the command deck yet? The entire Engineering section just lit up!"
The deck beneath him began to vibrate and a service elevator started to whir.
"Brilliant. Defensive positions!!"
The elevator was between Holmes advanced position and the Blast door. It opened and four Alliance soldiers stood in the elevator with rifles raised.
"Fire!"
The first two soldiers were dropped with no loss, but the remaining two managed to shoot a member of Ling's team. Ling fired his first bullets of the day, dropping the remaining two guards with perfect headshots.
"Cease fire!"
The elevator began to whir again.
"Dammit Rhade! Status! We're about to get overwhelmed!"
Holmes managed to turn around just in time to see the last two Alliance soldiers go down. "Ricardo, Federov, hold your positions!"
He heard the whir of the elevator going back to wherever it had come from. I don't think so.
He jumped up and raced to the elevator door, slinging his rifle in the process of unholstering his combat knife.
Ian slid the blade in the door crack and yanked it sharply sideways just wide enough to get his hand in.
The whirring started again as the elevator began to come back up.
Holding the door open, he yanked a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin with his teeth and tossed it in.
He fell back as the car came into view, the doors opening, and an Alliance soldier raising his rif-
The top of the elevator exploded, giving Ian just enough time to see the next squad impaled by long steel fragments before the whole car shuddered and fell.
Holmes stood, only dimly aware of the excruiating pain resounding from his legs.
He looked down. Weel, tha'll hurt in the morning.
His uniform pants were shredded, and little bits of shiny metal spattered his legs, just barely embedded in the surface of his skin, although it didn't appear serious.
He gave Ling another salute, and then returned to his command, limping a bit.
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
Ling raised an eyebrow at Holmes and gave a one-sided smile.
"You recruit, you're definitely crazy enough to warrant a place in this squad. Now, That is the most praise you are getting from me today. Lose the limp soldier and get back to your position!"
Ling looked behind him to see the charges bleeping, awaiting remote detonation.
"Hurry up Rhade."
Shouting and the heavy thunder of boots running along the metal deck were the next sounds that Ling heard. He activated his TAC-COM to a shorter frequency.
The Provost Marshal's office had been thoroughly steam cleaned fifty times since its rediscovery, and still Vicenta Gonzalez could smell decay, old man, booze and musty carpet in the air. Her late lamented predecessor Yoris Beltsin had apparently drunk himself quite literally to death in here, behind a corridor clogged with old memos, and it was only by some incredible fluke that the office had been uncovered following the bomb blast in the Politburo chamber.
She'd been quite busy since the Order's betrayal, rounding up spies and hurling them into gulags. But now there was a lull, and she'd found herself with little to do.
Xiaobei had tried to explain to her about his mission, and had gotten as far as "employ tachyonic proton reversal to move slightly perpendicular to the Q axis in 5-dimensional space" before her eyes had glazed over and he'd stormed out of the room in a huff. So much for that mission, whatever it was.
Oh... now here was something.
A report amongst Vicenta's huge in-pile. Racketeering and extortion in a city on Volgograd. Hmmm...
Not on her watch.
"Docking bay, this is Provost Marshal Gonzalez. Prep the Akula for launch."
The shields flared again as a crude pulse weapon slammed into them, one of the Hispania's turrets that could track back to fire upon them was giving them a really hard time.
Alvarez didn't like feeling like a sitting duck.
"Ma'am, permission to take a squad and go neutralize that turrets fire control!" He was up and out of his seat.
Broch gave him the go ahead, too busy concentrating on the battle reports from inside the Hispania.
Jogging back through the ship, Alvarez found Pasha already locked and loaded. The Grim looking master chief was smoking a cigarette and loading shells into his deck sweeping shotgun. He looked up at Alvarez and nodded, "Da, so we're going, yes?"
Alvarez nodded, grabbing an SMG from the rack, and stuffing some spare magazines into his pocket. "Let's go Pasha, get this mess sorted out."
The two made their way along the docking tube, feeling the quiver and shudder as the Resurgency took yet another hit. Careful that there were no surprises, they passed the outer airlock, where a group of Coalition Marines had set up a barricade.
"What do we have?" Alvarez asked, keeping his head down.
"Sir, we have two squads of Western Alliance troops, one holding the command center, the other attacking Engineering." The Sargent looked concerned. "There are several hundred thousand people on this ship, sir... we can't hope to fight them all."
"Admiral Broch knows what she's doing," Alvarez reassured. "We have to go stop a pulse cannon... Chief, you're with me..." reseating his baseball cap, he was up and over the barricade and into the sleeper ship, sprinting down a catwalk towards the weapons control hub.
The bolt on Ian's rifle stopped moving. This was not good, mostly beacuse he was still pulling the trigger.
He mumbled to himself as he yanked on the recieving handle, trying to clear the jam as Alliance bullets and the occasional laser blast flew past his head. "Stupid...piece of ancient...Coalition...junk."
The bolt snapped. Ian looked at it in disbelief. "Liou coe shway duh biaotze huh-Ricardo!"
Holmes looked to his right just in time to get sprayed with bits of brain as a cherry red laser melted Ricardo's face off.
He shrugged and picked up Ricardo's rifle, flipping the selector to rock-n-roll and dropping a full clip down the corridor. "Federov, frag on my mark!"
The now-empty magazine clanged as it hit the floor, followed shortly by the ignition pin of a flashbang. "Mark!"
Two grenades arced through the air. "Waterfall, waterfall, now!"
Ian raced down the corridor five metres, slamming home another clip as the smoke-filled corridor behind him filled first with a bright flash of light and a resounding bang, then the screams of the wounded.
He turned and dropped in the same movement, putting another full clip downrange as Federov ran past, unable to see if anything was even following through the smoke and the thick smell of cordite.
Nothing moved.
The not moving continued. Good. I might have a few seconds. "Federov, set up at the last turn. Ai'll be along, sae dun shoot me, ya hear?"
Ian slung his pack around and extracted a small grey-green box.
Legs swiveled out from the box as Holmes set it down upright, hidden behind a extruding pipe.
He pulled the cord and turned on the motion sensor, arming the claymore.
Shots rang out as some uppity Alliance soldier pushed through the smoke. Ian dropped him with a burst and got a fusilade of automatic bullets for his trouble.
He keyed his TAC-COM as he dropped around the corner behind Federov. "Captain Ling, sah, it's a mite busy up here, an' we don' hae any noice blast doors tae slow 'em down. Only bout twenty more metres 'fore we'll be droppin' intae yer laps."
A deep thud resounded, followed by a thousand tiny pings as the claymore blew and sent bearings scattering down the corridor, answered by a series of chakkachakka as the Alliance responded.
A bullet pinged off the wall in front of him, peppering his face with fragments. He slid his rifle around corner and emptied another clip into a pair of impertinent Alliance soldiers. "Ah, sah, i recommend goin' now. We wait much longer, won't be any men 'live tae take engineering."
Federov grunted and fell backwards, wheezing for a moment through a series of sucking chest wounds before going limp.
Ian holstered his radio and grabbed his last flash and frag, pulling the pins with his teeth. One....Two...Threee..FO-
He tossed them round the corner, grabbed Federov's rifle and magazines and trotted off.
The corridor screamed with crash, and blood splattered the walls as the grenades exploded, but the remenants of an Alliance squad walked on through the carnage, intent on their prey.
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
Sayoko heard a battle was near her location, also the sound of detonating explosives could be heard. She moved near the battle area with caution to observe how many enemies there were and what equipment they had. She was behind the group of them, a group of about 6 men, all equipped with heavy assault rifles, which could cause problems for Sayoko's allies. They didn't notice her, so she could decide how she could be able to damage them without risking her own life.
She grabbed her belt and took 2 of her flashbangs, quickly arming them.
'Oh, boys look what I have here for you! Say hello to those 2 little birdies...', were her words 1 second before she threw the flashbangs towards the soldiers. They were immediately flashed and were unable to do something about their upcomming death. Sayoko had it easy, her targets were standing there like bricks. She aimed quickly with her assault rifle, hitting them in their heads...
'Hah, no problem for me, these guys are weaklings', she said while moving away, deeper into the large hallways, leaving a large bloodbath behind her.
Ling saw the carnage that was occurring as Holmes fell further back until he was right at his position. Alliance flashbangs were thrown around the corner.
"Flash! Down!"
Ling and Holmes and a few other men managed to get their heads down, the rest of the squad were too slow.
"Argh.. continuous fire! Stagger your reloading!"
Ling and Holmes held back from firing for a few moments while the remaining men shot back at the source of the flashbangs. Smoke whirled around the corridor, machine gun fire echoed from wall to wall and the dying screams of Coalition and Alliance soldier alike penetrated the decks of the Sleeper ship. Two more of Ling's squad fell. They could hold on no longer.
"Dammit! Fire in the hole!"
Ling blew the charges. They now had access to main engineering. Of course, Rhade was supposed to have secured the Command Centre by now. Whether he had or not, Ling did not know - the shouts and screams down his TAC-COM said otherwise. If Rhade had got the Command Centre, he could simply lock down the secondary blast doors - effectively sealing Ling and his team in. If not - well at least Ling's squad had some more corridors to fall back along and consoles to duck behind.
"Move move move!"
Ling fired at the silhouettes in the smoke cloud and counted his men back.. Six?! He had three times that number to begin with. He grabbed what ammo he could and threw two frags down the corridor as he did so. He flung himself down as the explosions let rip and crouched and ran past the now defunct steel doors.
Rhade smirked at the Alliance Soldier's now dead body. Having gone through hell, through a gauntlet of automated defenses, through a sizable battalion of Soldiers, Rhade and his team was victorious.
Before them lay the Command Center. The heart of the Hispania.
"Ling-Ling, this is Rhade, we've got the command center."
He looked at the command console in-front of him, it was all in Spanish. Rhade smirked, all the times hanging out with Alvarez and his Hispanic Friends paid off.
Quickly, he pressed several buttons, the first series sealing him and his team in the Control Center, the second stopping all elevators, and the third sealing Ling into the Engine room to prevent anyone sneaking up on him.
"Resurgency, this is Rhade, I have assumed direct control of the Hispania."
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