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by Central Prestonia » Tue Feb 10, 2015 11:45 pm
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
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by Central Prestonia » Thu Feb 12, 2015 2:24 am
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
by Belfras » Thu Feb 12, 2015 3:07 pm
"Archer actual, this is Archer Two, we're on the MSR southbound now and have engaged enemy targets." "Solid copy, Archer Two. Progress to turn three and assault enemy positions, how copy?" "Archer two, solid copy: Turn at three and engage enemy, out."
The roars of the engines, the tires rolling over the asphalt and the unmistakable noise of the mounted guns firing were loud and incessant. The long line of BMI Jaguar's were occasionally broken by the Misch Reliant trucks that lumbered their supplies behind them. Turrets on the Jaguars turned in opposing directions, keeping a good angle all around.
"Eric, gimme the FSC." Corporal Michael Splinter spoke briefly, his eye set on the sight of his rifle as he gazed out from the vehicle. The driver furrowed his brow as his right hand toyed with the radio strapped between the two men. "Here." Eric replied, patting the handset before gripping the steering wheel again. "Archer Two-three-Charlie-Oscar for Archer FSC." Michael released the push-to-talk button briefly, waiting for the response before squeezing it and continuing. "Be advised, we are progressing along MSR Gamma one mike faster than expected. I say again - We are one mike ahead of schedule." he released the handset and peered down the length of his rifle, firing two shots to hit the metal target with a small, satisfied nod.
"All Archer Two victors, maintain speed and direction. Archer One is deviating for a flanking maneuver." came over the net. It was Lieutenant Gordon Knight, the Platoon commander. Even as his voice came crackling through the radio, the vehicles belonging to the assault section of the company peeled off in an orderly fashion, headed into some forestry. It didn't take long for gunfire to start ringing out from the forest after the assault section started entering the forest, their .50 cal machineguns, grenade launchers, and anti-tank missiles rang out clear and the explosions still reached Michael Splinters Jaguar as they drove past.
"Turn, turn now!" Michael gritted his teeth as the Jaguar made a ninety-degree turn. The vehicles behind it turned simultaneously, turning the column into a line that was bearing down on their targets. Their turrets swiveled ahead and opened fire, shattering trees and felling an oak. As quickly as they came, the vehicles vanished into the tree line. All that remained was the gunfire, the smoke, the explosions. The asphalt was cold, still, a world away from the chaos beyond that tree line. Whereas this road was once a major throughway between two villages, it now rests abandoned except for these exercises.
The smoke was clearing as the Jaguars purred to a stop. The engines were cooling as the troops went around hooting and hollaring in celebration as their fake foes lay dead and sundered. Eric proudly dismounted his Jaguar and walked up to a fake, burnt-out wreck of a tank and triumphantly began to piss against it. His pride was vocalized in a yell as he punched the air, declaring loudly to the heavens; "That was some serious fucking shock combat!" he bellowed. As quickly as he grew vocal, he grew quiet. His eyes fixed upon his business as he began to commentate the unfortunately in-ear-range Corporal Michael Splinter. "I mean.. i can understand them wanting to catch some boogie-boggies unawares, but goddamn Mike. We fucking owned these metallica bitches!"
"Yeah, we're the shiznit." Michael agreed with a strained expression, he was climbing the Jaguar to look at the .50 caliber machine-gun that was mounted atop it. "How'd it do?" he casually asked the gunner, Private Michael Sandhorn. Sandhorn was the vehicles designated grenadier, but happily manned the machine-gun. Sandhorns grin of satisfaction was enough information for Michael, who promptly dismounted and started walking to Lieutenant Knight's vehicle. On the way, though, he patted the back of Lance Corporal Raul Menendez, his second-in-charge.
"How did your vehicle handle the new tires?" Michael asked Raul with a perked eyebrow, his hands busy securing the rifle to the bungee harness. Raul shrugged, still content to keep holding his as if he was in an actual combat environment. "Springs sure love them, that's for sure. Brad wasn't bouncing around and actually hit something this time." Raul pointed at a felled metallic infantry target in the distance to Michaels amusement. Private Bradley Davidson was the section's second vehicle's gunner and grenadier, much like Sandhorn was for Michael's vehicle. "Felt good to get into a real live fire situation, though." Raul commented with a small, smug grin.
"Mike. Raul." Gordon nodded to the two as they joined the small pool of team leaders and their assistant team leaders as they gathered around Gordon and Sergeant Samuel Levitt, the Platoon's 2IC. Sam was the first to speak. "That was one fucking fine job, Todd." he spoke, sending a nod over to Corporal Todd Fischer, the Assault Section's commander. "Good job all around. Nobody let the situation get to 'em and start fritzin' out."
"Yes, good job." Gordon said quickly, nodding. It wasn't a rude gesture, it was just Gordon quickly getting himself through the door to start speaking. "I've already been on comms with BattCom. They reckon that we would've overrun an mechanized company if this was real." he gestured around to every-bodies whistles or general exclamations. "This is shit we need to get good at. Chestnut want's us to be able to go toe-to-toe with infantry units attached to armoured companies so the Division's own armoured can take a shot at PA armour. Given that command doubts it'll happen, we're fixing to go up against Bogorian rebels with Mechanized-level equipment." Gordon made a small gesture around, indicating the types of targets they had to shoot at.
"Get your teams together and do an ammo count. We'll head back to base for chow afterward." Gordon nodded, dismissing everyone.
by Central Prestonia » Thu Feb 12, 2015 4:45 pm
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
by Arthurista » Thu Feb 12, 2015 4:49 pm
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