Turn 7 - Running and Gunning
Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 6:25 pm
Planet: Adullan
Location: Secessionist Space
Date: February 1, 2187
Mission Time: 1:44
Amidst the fire and smoke that poured over the trees, the Eights proceeded to attempt to fall back in their own way. A sustained and vigilant back pedal with an eye to the trees ahead, ready to open up on anything that was foolish enough to step into view.
But not everyone moved back quite so quickly, as Giosso and Boothe readily took to setting up their Sentry Guns, and placing them in advantageous positions to target the enemy. They were hidden within the foliage and brush that littered the ground of the forest. And as soon as this was accomplished, Giosso allowed for the turrets to paint targets and they moved away quickly to catch up with the others.
As the squads made there way then to their rally point, the Marines were finally able to see the damage that had been done to the unconscious Morse. Everything below his right knee was gone. The speedy medical treatment of Quinn had allowed it to be treated and wrapped up, but the image of blood coming through what would become a stump on Morse’s leg was an unsettling sight.
Matched with the completely demolished 242 Combat Buggy that was still turned over and burning, with two unfamiliar marines mangled bodies wrapped up in the wreckage, the state of the UNSC on that battlefield was very apparent.
DRAAAAAAAAA DRAAAAAA DRAAAAAAA
The silent reflection on the mess was immediately broken by very nearby weapons fire. But it was a welcome sound, as it was the unmistakable drumming of a pair of Sentry Guns unleashing their fury onto a mass of targets.
The fire sustained itself in swift bursts, and further off one could almost hear screaming over the loud weapons fire, that was quickly being returned.
Explosions were heard shortly after, but the weapons fire persisted. The violent battle was ongoing while the Eights assessed their situation.
Then over the all communication, there came another call, this time from an unfamiliar voice.
“This Armor 62, repeat This is Armor 62. We’re near the Northern line moving to assist all UNSC personnel in withdrawal. Is anyone receiving?” The message repeated itself in different variations but the APC personnel seemed to be in as much of a determined panic as everyone else.
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Location: Secessionist Space
Date: February 1, 2187
Mission Time: 1:44
Amidst the fire and smoke that poured over the trees, the Eights proceeded to attempt to fall back in their own way. A sustained and vigilant back pedal with an eye to the trees ahead, ready to open up on anything that was foolish enough to step into view.
But not everyone moved back quite so quickly, as Giosso and Boothe readily took to setting up their Sentry Guns, and placing them in advantageous positions to target the enemy. They were hidden within the foliage and brush that littered the ground of the forest. And as soon as this was accomplished, Giosso allowed for the turrets to paint targets and they moved away quickly to catch up with the others.
As the squads made there way then to their rally point, the Marines were finally able to see the damage that had been done to the unconscious Morse. Everything below his right knee was gone. The speedy medical treatment of Quinn had allowed it to be treated and wrapped up, but the image of blood coming through what would become a stump on Morse’s leg was an unsettling sight.
Matched with the completely demolished 242 Combat Buggy that was still turned over and burning, with two unfamiliar marines mangled bodies wrapped up in the wreckage, the state of the UNSC on that battlefield was very apparent.
DRAAAAAAAAA DRAAAAAA DRAAAAAAA
The silent reflection on the mess was immediately broken by very nearby weapons fire. But it was a welcome sound, as it was the unmistakable drumming of a pair of Sentry Guns unleashing their fury onto a mass of targets.
The fire sustained itself in swift bursts, and further off one could almost hear screaming over the loud weapons fire, that was quickly being returned.
Explosions were heard shortly after, but the weapons fire persisted. The violent battle was ongoing while the Eights assessed their situation.
Then over the all communication, there came another call, this time from an unfamiliar voice.
“This Armor 62, repeat This is Armor 62. We’re near the Northern line moving to assist all UNSC personnel in withdrawal. Is anyone receiving?” The message repeated itself in different variations but the APC personnel seemed to be in as much of a determined panic as everyone else.
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