Suraksha, Jaragupta
Instinctively, the Captain's men fired back. With the safety of their rifles off, set to full automatic, some aimed to suppress the foe that had come to challenge them - whilst others aimed to kill and nothing else. Hamar screamed at his men to cease, but his words fell on deaf ears. He himself knew that this firefight would be pointless, and that doom awaited them all.
Warrant Officer Rajarjo Barus unleashed a primal and dauntless roar as he locked his magazine into his weapon, firing from the cover of a window pane. His shots were precise and deadly, firing one long burst towards the mercs out in the open. A volley of return-fire rained upon him as he swiftly went prone, his neck leaning behind the wall next to the pain.
Hamar ducked behind a table, realizing his men were determined to fight until the end. It dawned upon him that, if incarcerated by the Jaraguptans, he and his men would more than likely end-up as bargaining chips like the seamen of the Honshu, or worse, wind up dead anyway. Men and boys, fathers and sons, now fought side by side inside the Mahil residence, daring the enemy to come at them. Their fate was set in stone.
"To victory or martyrdom!" screamed Captain Hamar with gallant enthusiasm. "Do you boys want to live forever?! Fire, fire, fire!"
Another volley of rifle-fire from the insurgents answered the merc's call for their surrender. Hamar dropped his rifle and assembled a lunge-mine from under the Mahil household's coffee table, covered by suppressive fire from his men, rushing out the window and towards the nearest armored car. "Up the workers' republic!"