Post by contributor on Oct 1, 2015 12:03:19 GMT -5
"HOLD! FOR THE COLONY OF MOKLUMNUE PRIME, THIS POSITION MUST HOLD!"
Captain Alaman's voice carried to each Pilot in his or her mech and steeled their resolve. The faceplates of their mechs revealed nothing of the grim faces hidden behind them.
The main northern approach to their position was well covered and the walls and floor were already a mess of entrails and shattered carapace. It was the side approaches that most concerned the Captain. There was too much area to cover and too few soldiers.
"Sapphon, we need more turrets, here and one there!" The captain indicated the two eastern approaches.
As the engineer set to work, Alaman charged to the west where the remaining Moklumnue defense forces huddled behind an existing turret, firing madly at a pair of approaching Terrox hunters. He couldn't help appreciate the courage it took to face the xeno without a suit of Leviathan Armor.
The Captain interrupted the first Hunter's attack by plowing into it with his shield. The second one however, landed a powerful blow on the Captain's forward leg. Alaman managed to keep his balance and swung his blade in a huge flat arc, splintering both Terrox in a single blow. The joy of slaughter was short-lived, as he caught the outline of a hulking Goliath and more minions following behind his slain foes.
He barely finished yelling "Arnaud!" before the sniper let loose a shot that came within inches of the Captain's right arm. The high-energy projectile found it's mark, shattering the oncoming monstrosity's left hip. It would buy them some time, but the beast was already pushing forward using its arms and remaining leg. The Captain fell back to organize the defense for this next wave.
As Sapphon finished setting up the first turret, she suddenly felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up straight and stiff. Her stomach sank, but she didn't stop for a second before beginning to place the second gun. They would need every advantage they could get. "Captain,... we've got a Litch incoming!"
How did it get behind them? The Captain checked the flow coming from the north, it was heavy too, but the Neptune gunner and Scout could probably hold it. "Ortho, come take this flank." He sent two of the Moklumnue soldiers to help hold the north. They were a paltry replacement for a Templar soldier, but they would have to do. He himself began to move back to the east where the engineer would face down the Litch with a couple of turrets.
The two Moklumnue soldiers, who would have been elite warriors in a battle with other humans, took up their positions just behind the Neptune who was firing incessantly. The air was intensely humid from the spray of xeno bodily fluid which coated everything and made the Neptune gunner's armor steam.
"Hey, little buddies, welcome to the funhouse!" The greeting sounded surprisingly jovial, for such a moment. Then he addressed the Brood Mother who had just spawned two more Scitterings out of what appeared to be large blisters on her under-side. "Keep 'em coming you filthy whore! We'll send every last one of your little bastards to hell and you with em!" The firing resumed.
The Captain, his leg spurting hydraulic fluid, was still on his way back to Sapphon when she heard the crackling and spluttering of the abomination. It was closer than she had thought, but she never looked up from her work on the second turret, not even as the first one began firing on the approaching foe.
Just as she finished, she felt the surge of electrons and then saw the blinding flash. She turned now to see that the Litch had reduced the first turret to a twisted and fused pile of scrap metal in a single blast. She glanced at the Captain charging toward them wildly on his hobbled leg. She turned toward the Litch and raised her side-arm.
The Litch hesitated for a moment. What should he make of the audacity of the engineer and the little weapon she pointed towards him? He began calling to his precious electrons again, how they would love finding their way to the soft core of the brave, little tin-woman who dared to challenge a god.
If Sapphon felt fear standing before the energy-beast, the mech betrayed no quiver. She fired her side-arm. The projectile sent ripples through the gathering energy field but the beast neither flinched nor turned. As it raised its arms, Sapphon braced for the blow. Her lineage would never remember fleeing before the enemy.
The energy field was suddenly rent in two by a blinding vertical flash cleaving through it. It expanded for a second and then collapsed, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and ash. Where the Litch had been standing, a massive battle axe was now lodged, buried deep in the deck floor.
With more effort than it must have taken to swing it, the Berserker dislodged his weapon. "Captain, I've returned. The device is in place. It's time to move!"
"Well met Corith!" said the Captain, "and not a moment too soon."
"TEMPLARS, our work here is finished. Pull back, for extraction!"
Captain Alaman's voice carried to each Pilot in his or her mech and steeled their resolve. The faceplates of their mechs revealed nothing of the grim faces hidden behind them.
The main northern approach to their position was well covered and the walls and floor were already a mess of entrails and shattered carapace. It was the side approaches that most concerned the Captain. There was too much area to cover and too few soldiers.
"Sapphon, we need more turrets, here and one there!" The captain indicated the two eastern approaches.
As the engineer set to work, Alaman charged to the west where the remaining Moklumnue defense forces huddled behind an existing turret, firing madly at a pair of approaching Terrox hunters. He couldn't help appreciate the courage it took to face the xeno without a suit of Leviathan Armor.
The Captain interrupted the first Hunter's attack by plowing into it with his shield. The second one however, landed a powerful blow on the Captain's forward leg. Alaman managed to keep his balance and swung his blade in a huge flat arc, splintering both Terrox in a single blow. The joy of slaughter was short-lived, as he caught the outline of a hulking Goliath and more minions following behind his slain foes.
He barely finished yelling "Arnaud!" before the sniper let loose a shot that came within inches of the Captain's right arm. The high-energy projectile found it's mark, shattering the oncoming monstrosity's left hip. It would buy them some time, but the beast was already pushing forward using its arms and remaining leg. The Captain fell back to organize the defense for this next wave.
As Sapphon finished setting up the first turret, she suddenly felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up straight and stiff. Her stomach sank, but she didn't stop for a second before beginning to place the second gun. They would need every advantage they could get. "Captain,... we've got a Litch incoming!"
How did it get behind them? The Captain checked the flow coming from the north, it was heavy too, but the Neptune gunner and Scout could probably hold it. "Ortho, come take this flank." He sent two of the Moklumnue soldiers to help hold the north. They were a paltry replacement for a Templar soldier, but they would have to do. He himself began to move back to the east where the engineer would face down the Litch with a couple of turrets.
The two Moklumnue soldiers, who would have been elite warriors in a battle with other humans, took up their positions just behind the Neptune who was firing incessantly. The air was intensely humid from the spray of xeno bodily fluid which coated everything and made the Neptune gunner's armor steam.
"Hey, little buddies, welcome to the funhouse!" The greeting sounded surprisingly jovial, for such a moment. Then he addressed the Brood Mother who had just spawned two more Scitterings out of what appeared to be large blisters on her under-side. "Keep 'em coming you filthy whore! We'll send every last one of your little bastards to hell and you with em!" The firing resumed.
The Captain, his leg spurting hydraulic fluid, was still on his way back to Sapphon when she heard the crackling and spluttering of the abomination. It was closer than she had thought, but she never looked up from her work on the second turret, not even as the first one began firing on the approaching foe.
Just as she finished, she felt the surge of electrons and then saw the blinding flash. She turned now to see that the Litch had reduced the first turret to a twisted and fused pile of scrap metal in a single blast. She glanced at the Captain charging toward them wildly on his hobbled leg. She turned toward the Litch and raised her side-arm.
The Litch hesitated for a moment. What should he make of the audacity of the engineer and the little weapon she pointed towards him? He began calling to his precious electrons again, how they would love finding their way to the soft core of the brave, little tin-woman who dared to challenge a god.
If Sapphon felt fear standing before the energy-beast, the mech betrayed no quiver. She fired her side-arm. The projectile sent ripples through the gathering energy field but the beast neither flinched nor turned. As it raised its arms, Sapphon braced for the blow. Her lineage would never remember fleeing before the enemy.
The energy field was suddenly rent in two by a blinding vertical flash cleaving through it. It expanded for a second and then collapsed, leaving behind a cloud of smoke and ash. Where the Litch had been standing, a massive battle axe was now lodged, buried deep in the deck floor.
With more effort than it must have taken to swing it, the Berserker dislodged his weapon. "Captain, I've returned. The device is in place. It's time to move!"
"Well met Corith!" said the Captain, "and not a moment too soon."
"TEMPLARS, our work here is finished. Pull back, for extraction!"
