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| SkopeDog | Mar 12 2018, 02:55 AM Post #1 |
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This is a test mission to demo how things work. (Rolling for initiative. A Themis task force enjoys a very good ability to surprise enemies. It requires a +2 to successfully deep strike without reprisal. Rolled a 5) "Men to your stations! Men to your stations!" The captain insisted over the intercom. It was too goddamned good to be true. It was Sgt. Rafael's 4th cruise in 3 years, and that usually bodes poorly. Sure, a cruise is only about 2 months long, but zero g can be stressful on the body. At least, when sleep rolls around, the ship is put into a gentle roll to simulate gravity. It isn't much, but it means a lot to the guys cooped up in these tin cans. He hurled himself through the access ways and into the infantry bay. Already, his crew was tooling up his XR-5 armor for deployment. It was mounted into its entry pod as tightly as possible. While the manipulator hands were no where near as finely tuned as those on Marauders, it was more than enough to pull the pod release lever and manipulate the environment around them. "So, where's our grave, today?" Rafael asked as he slid into the suit, actuating it to close around him and seal. "Mars!" cheered his crew chief. "What? A fucking milk run?" "No way, man! You're going into some deep shit. You're the first to touch down on the outside of the cordon in years, dude! Good luck." He gave Rafael a slap to the cheek before his helmet was lowered into place, completing the suit's seal. His display lit up and began running through its quick set of diagnostics. The captain finally addressed his men after keeping them in suspense. "Gentlemen, we executing an aggressive recon of the surface below is. You'll be dropping only 30 kilometers outside of Engelraum. Expect contact. It shouldn't be too much for you to handle. The fascist forces are attempting to rebuild the railroad into the greenzone." The drop pod slowly closed around Raf and the other MI troopers as the captain continued. "We need to break that railway in as many places as you can. You have 10 minutes from the moment the first set of boots hit the Martian soil. Good luck and God speed, gentlemen!" Right as the quick briefing concluded, Raf saw the light from his sole viewing port in the pod bleed away as it was lowed into position. Without a sound the light returns and, this time, he could see the horizon of Mars rushing up towards him. Faint flames lick at the port as he hurtled through the atmosphere. His fellow troopers became shooting stars in his sight. His suit counted down time 'til pod open. It noted this in a series of green bars that disappeared one by one. The time finally came when the last light turned red. Raf twisted the release with little effort and the pod blossomed right open as the mobile trooper inside continued to hurtle down to the red surface. This was an incredibly accurate drop. As the ground rushed up, Raf could make out the shape of the railway and a series of cars on it. They were dropping right onto the backs of their enemies. "HOSTILES!" someone cried into the comm-channel. The moment he heard that, Raf cued up his grenade launcher. When it deployed from his right arm, he aimed it down and fired off two rounds. (Rolled 2d6, 3 and a 4) The pair of grenades detonate on the ground right Raf hit his boosters to slow down. Plumes of red sand billowed upwards, the men below them are strewn across the ground. Raf slams down onto the Martian turf. When he stands up, two more men charge him with rifles drawn (Lasers, 2d6 6 and a 2, last missed.) Raf's laser popped out of his left arm's store and scorched right through the suit of one man, causing him to double over. He shoots too soon before he has time to acquire the second man. The fascist grunt squeezed off rounds in retaliation. (+2 Armor save, bit failed with a 1. One layer protection left) The rounds shatter the first level of armor. However, Raf stood firm and returned fire with the chain gun on his right arm. (+3 to hit, 5d6,.. all fucking hit, that is one dead fascist.) The gun spun up instantly and screeched off a burst of flame. The fascist soldier is, literally, torn in half and his viscera is scattered across the Martian plain. Raf turned his attention to the train and leveled his grenade launcher at it (+3 to hit, 2d6, 4 and 3 rolled) The grenade launcher punched out a pair of explosives that land in the cabin and detonate. The operator was inside and he's rendered a fine red mist. However, that isn't enough. Raf cues up a missile on his left arm. (+3 to hit, 1d6 rolled a 5) The missile practically leapt from its tube and slams into the front of the train. When it detonated, it sheers the vehicle in two and ripped up the tracks below. Mission accomplished. "Voodoo six! Voodoo six?! Where are you?" That was Raf's callsign. "This is Voodoo Six, I'm near a fucked train with some corpses." "Good to hear you, actual. We're pulling out early, life boats are on the way!" "Wait, what the fuck, why?" "We're done! We caught them with their pants down." A few shoot boost jumps later, Raf found the rest of his unit, loading onto a dropship. He'd caught hell from his crew chief about the suit damage, but the operation was flawless. The UNCA just demonstrated that its new triangulation package for the Themis-class Assault ships were ungodly accurate at putting men where they needed to be. |
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