Post by En1gma on Jan 6, 2017 11:47:50 GMT -5
In honor of the new additions to the rebel forces, I give you a daydream I had a few days ago where I watched a Templar sniper facing off against these new enemy soldiers as they threatened to lay waste to his comrades.
Allister, providing over watch in a warehouse four stories above his Battleforce, shouted a warning to his comrades below. “Incoming, get to cover!”
A dozen bolts rocketed through the air and into his position in the building, several dozen more slammed into the Templars below. Damage sensors screamed as his suit registered major damage, and the hydraulics groaned under the effort of moving damaged limbs. His Leviathan slumped forward and just before he fell, his reactor adjusted power reserves and brought him upright. “I’m hit, returning fire-- Commander, side roads are clear for now, but this street is a deathtrap.” A dozen green acknowledgment lights flashed and Field Commander Alvin Sikes laid objective markers for his Templars to rally up.
“Allister, move East, get off the line of fire.”
“Negative. I have clear line of sight over the entire AO, and my suit isn’t responding. Weapons system is in perfect condition, but I need repairs to move out.”
“Copy that, just be careful.” Another green light.
Allister changed position carefully, his heavily damaged mech straining to stay upright. He made it to another metal crate ten meters away and set his bipod upon it. Another bolt rocketed into the window and it shattered, sending a shower of glass over his Leviathan. He activated his targeting computer and linked it to overlay on Commander Sikes’ HUD. Two dozen viable firing positions were raining accurate fire on them, and having those windows lit up gave them something to target.
The Battleforce opened up, and the compound was finally in full combat mode. Allister began to work on the hardpoints, marking every target he could, while taking out the heavy machine guns focusing on the advancing Templars below.
Answering his shots came a fresh wave of precise fire from the windows, and Allister reeled back to avoid the hypersonic bolts which hissed through the thin air he had just emptied. He snapped back into position and sighted into the windows of the compound. Red circles zoomed in and focused on the windows targeting him, and he squeezed off three shots in quick succession. He didn’t watch their trails to see if they hit, because as he fired he observed six more windows open up on him, their trajectories converging on his center mass. Again he reeled back, avoiding five of them, but taking the sixth on an already damaged limb. His mech spun with the hit and he fell to the floor.
“Allister, are you OK?!”
“Negative. Suit is starting to shut down, and my reactor is reaching critical levels trying to keep my systems running. You need to focus fire on these targets.” His nimble fingers drew up precise firing points for his commander, and he passed them along his HUD.”
“Copy that, hang in there, I’m calling Steel Song mechanics to your location for extraction.”
“Without my cover you’ll all be dead, commander. These snipers are professionals, and I can’t get a shot off without taking three in return. I’m going to take as many out as I can, save your mechanics for yourselves.”
“You’ll do no such thing. Our Berserks have made a shield wall and Neptunes and Soldiers are returning fire,” sharp impacts could be heard, and Alvin cried out in pain, “covering fire, Templars! The sharpshooters have us sighted in-- get to cover!”
“It’s been an honor, Commander Sikes, I’ll do what I can,” Allister sent over the comms channel, before snapping it off.
He rerouted all remaining power to mobility and weapons, and immediately felt a jump in temperature. Moving quickly, he blasted a series of holes in the wall at floor level and threw himself at the first, already sighting down his rifle. One hand scanned the building, and Sikes was sent a fresh overlay which he relayed to the Battleforce.
They were all about to witness the fury of a Lineage which had burned brightly for a thousand generations flare and explode so brightly it would outshine the stars. All weapons opened up to give their friend as much aid as they could, but they all knew the outcome.
Allister routed power to optics and targeting, as well as twitch reflexes. An entire clip emptied into the compound, and entire sections were obliterated at the precise fire of the mighty Naga Rifle he wielded. Just as the inevitable bolts came screaming back at him, he fired his left arm, rolling over to the right, avoiding the shots and in the same motion loading a fresh set of rounds. Another hole in the wall, another overlay for the Templars below. He could see the snipers through his optics, and time slowed as he fired round after round, each shot finding its mark.
New data streamed across the Battleforce’s HUDs, and they began to advance, pressing the advantage given by a raging sniper. Though his comm channel was disabled, he spoke to them through his rifle, and each of them watched every shot he made from that fated warehouse. Alvin Sikes screamed into his Faction transponder, demanding an engineer corps at Allister’s position, but knew there was no time. At the rate Allister was firing, and the draw on his power reserves, he wouldn’t last another three minutes.
Allister kept up his pace as best he could, firing dozens of perfect rounds, and he smiled as he saw his comrades moving to take the compound. He had done it, drawn enough fire upon himself that they had been able to make it. He barely was able to roll to the last hole he had blown in the wall, and he settled into his firing position just before his reactor went into failure. It was sweltering in his compartment, and he felt his mind slipping as he suffered in the heat. All remaining power was routed to weapon systems, and he fired round after round, into window after window, until his mech went dark and the bolts slammed into him one last time.
Allister, providing over watch in a warehouse four stories above his Battleforce, shouted a warning to his comrades below. “Incoming, get to cover!”
A dozen bolts rocketed through the air and into his position in the building, several dozen more slammed into the Templars below. Damage sensors screamed as his suit registered major damage, and the hydraulics groaned under the effort of moving damaged limbs. His Leviathan slumped forward and just before he fell, his reactor adjusted power reserves and brought him upright. “I’m hit, returning fire-- Commander, side roads are clear for now, but this street is a deathtrap.” A dozen green acknowledgment lights flashed and Field Commander Alvin Sikes laid objective markers for his Templars to rally up.
“Allister, move East, get off the line of fire.”
“Negative. I have clear line of sight over the entire AO, and my suit isn’t responding. Weapons system is in perfect condition, but I need repairs to move out.”
“Copy that, just be careful.” Another green light.
Allister changed position carefully, his heavily damaged mech straining to stay upright. He made it to another metal crate ten meters away and set his bipod upon it. Another bolt rocketed into the window and it shattered, sending a shower of glass over his Leviathan. He activated his targeting computer and linked it to overlay on Commander Sikes’ HUD. Two dozen viable firing positions were raining accurate fire on them, and having those windows lit up gave them something to target.
The Battleforce opened up, and the compound was finally in full combat mode. Allister began to work on the hardpoints, marking every target he could, while taking out the heavy machine guns focusing on the advancing Templars below.
Answering his shots came a fresh wave of precise fire from the windows, and Allister reeled back to avoid the hypersonic bolts which hissed through the thin air he had just emptied. He snapped back into position and sighted into the windows of the compound. Red circles zoomed in and focused on the windows targeting him, and he squeezed off three shots in quick succession. He didn’t watch their trails to see if they hit, because as he fired he observed six more windows open up on him, their trajectories converging on his center mass. Again he reeled back, avoiding five of them, but taking the sixth on an already damaged limb. His mech spun with the hit and he fell to the floor.
“Allister, are you OK?!”
“Negative. Suit is starting to shut down, and my reactor is reaching critical levels trying to keep my systems running. You need to focus fire on these targets.” His nimble fingers drew up precise firing points for his commander, and he passed them along his HUD.”
“Copy that, hang in there, I’m calling Steel Song mechanics to your location for extraction.”
“Without my cover you’ll all be dead, commander. These snipers are professionals, and I can’t get a shot off without taking three in return. I’m going to take as many out as I can, save your mechanics for yourselves.”
“You’ll do no such thing. Our Berserks have made a shield wall and Neptunes and Soldiers are returning fire,” sharp impacts could be heard, and Alvin cried out in pain, “covering fire, Templars! The sharpshooters have us sighted in-- get to cover!”
“It’s been an honor, Commander Sikes, I’ll do what I can,” Allister sent over the comms channel, before snapping it off.
He rerouted all remaining power to mobility and weapons, and immediately felt a jump in temperature. Moving quickly, he blasted a series of holes in the wall at floor level and threw himself at the first, already sighting down his rifle. One hand scanned the building, and Sikes was sent a fresh overlay which he relayed to the Battleforce.
They were all about to witness the fury of a Lineage which had burned brightly for a thousand generations flare and explode so brightly it would outshine the stars. All weapons opened up to give their friend as much aid as they could, but they all knew the outcome.
Allister routed power to optics and targeting, as well as twitch reflexes. An entire clip emptied into the compound, and entire sections were obliterated at the precise fire of the mighty Naga Rifle he wielded. Just as the inevitable bolts came screaming back at him, he fired his left arm, rolling over to the right, avoiding the shots and in the same motion loading a fresh set of rounds. Another hole in the wall, another overlay for the Templars below. He could see the snipers through his optics, and time slowed as he fired round after round, each shot finding its mark.
New data streamed across the Battleforce’s HUDs, and they began to advance, pressing the advantage given by a raging sniper. Though his comm channel was disabled, he spoke to them through his rifle, and each of them watched every shot he made from that fated warehouse. Alvin Sikes screamed into his Faction transponder, demanding an engineer corps at Allister’s position, but knew there was no time. At the rate Allister was firing, and the draw on his power reserves, he wouldn’t last another three minutes.
Allister kept up his pace as best he could, firing dozens of perfect rounds, and he smiled as he saw his comrades moving to take the compound. He had done it, drawn enough fire upon himself that they had been able to make it. He barely was able to roll to the last hole he had blown in the wall, and he settled into his firing position just before his reactor went into failure. It was sweltering in his compartment, and he felt his mind slipping as he suffered in the heat. All remaining power was routed to weapon systems, and he fired round after round, into window after window, until his mech went dark and the bolts slammed into him one last time.
