Mission 3 Turn 2: Megafauna
Posted: Sun Nov 17, 2019 4:21 am
The chaos of the stampede was truly shocking. Bodies and objects were tossed aside or crunched underfoot. More then one bone was broken under the heavy feet or due to the thrust of the armored beasts. Human shouts and screams were muffled by the baying of the great beasts.
Staff Sergeant Morse opened fire with the mounted turret of the buggy. The height advantage allowed him to fire downward with minimal risk of friendly fire. He spotted one of the leading rhinos charging directly at the hospital tent where the medics were attempting to move the incapacitated and sick. Beading in on its head, Morse opened up. The chatter of the machine gun overwhelmed the great baying in his ears, and he felt the pressure of the recoil absorbed by his shoulders. The rhino’s head was shredded by the deadly gunfire and it toppled only meters from the hospital tent. Swiveling the turret, he blasted a second beast that was headed in his direction. Two people hopped in the front seats of the buggy and he felt the engine start. (Roll success)
Hall, Perez, Barayev, and three others piled into the first APC. The engines powered up and it stirred from where it had sunk into the soft ground. It turned 90 degrees to the right and began to move in the direction of the hospital tent. Samantha Hall was still hanging out of the door, ready to jump into action.
Paulson shook and rattled as the tank gun opened fire. After the initial shock, he opened his eyes and saw the external MG turret under his face. He dropped into the man-shaped slot and put on the noise reducing earmuffs that were attached to the gun with a steel cord. He interfaced with the gun controls and opened fire, but by then it was nearly pointless. Quinn was no rookie with the tank gun, and it was not a toy. The rounds went flying downrange into the thick of the herd, which was just entering the camp. He didn’t dare fire directly into the camp itself. The 115-millimeter shells turned the rhinos into fountains of gore as they hit their mark again and again. One, two, three, six, ten, fifteen rhinos were eviscerated, leaving only pools of purple gore where they were struck. While this was happening, Isabel Orozco was strapping into the driver’s seat a couple feet from Quinn. She started the massive vehicle rolling forward to protect the APCs and the wounded. A particularly large beast was running by, straight for the wounded. The tank struck it at 30 miles an hour and the massive herbivore was crunched underneath the treads. (Several successful rolls)
As the last of the wounded were being piled into the APCs, the ground began to shake like an earthquake. Marines grabbed whatever they could to remain upright. It was at this point that they realized the nature of the stampede. These massive herbivores were not attacking Camp Sierra, they were running for dear life. A truly enormous lizard burst from the east woods, toppling and splintering the trees in its way. Blood was spattered on its mouth, which hung open in a hungry, bestial look. It was at least 20 meters long, not including the tail. Without a second’s hesitation, it charged straight into the camp. An unlucky seaman was caught underfoot and made an audible crunch as his frail body was shattered. The pretty Lieutenant Allison Davenport was the first morsel it saw, and it snapped her up in a heartbeat. Her scream died away as they saw her flailing legs disappear down its massive gullet.
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Staff Sergeant Morse opened fire with the mounted turret of the buggy. The height advantage allowed him to fire downward with minimal risk of friendly fire. He spotted one of the leading rhinos charging directly at the hospital tent where the medics were attempting to move the incapacitated and sick. Beading in on its head, Morse opened up. The chatter of the machine gun overwhelmed the great baying in his ears, and he felt the pressure of the recoil absorbed by his shoulders. The rhino’s head was shredded by the deadly gunfire and it toppled only meters from the hospital tent. Swiveling the turret, he blasted a second beast that was headed in his direction. Two people hopped in the front seats of the buggy and he felt the engine start. (Roll success)
Hall, Perez, Barayev, and three others piled into the first APC. The engines powered up and it stirred from where it had sunk into the soft ground. It turned 90 degrees to the right and began to move in the direction of the hospital tent. Samantha Hall was still hanging out of the door, ready to jump into action.
Paulson shook and rattled as the tank gun opened fire. After the initial shock, he opened his eyes and saw the external MG turret under his face. He dropped into the man-shaped slot and put on the noise reducing earmuffs that were attached to the gun with a steel cord. He interfaced with the gun controls and opened fire, but by then it was nearly pointless. Quinn was no rookie with the tank gun, and it was not a toy. The rounds went flying downrange into the thick of the herd, which was just entering the camp. He didn’t dare fire directly into the camp itself. The 115-millimeter shells turned the rhinos into fountains of gore as they hit their mark again and again. One, two, three, six, ten, fifteen rhinos were eviscerated, leaving only pools of purple gore where they were struck. While this was happening, Isabel Orozco was strapping into the driver’s seat a couple feet from Quinn. She started the massive vehicle rolling forward to protect the APCs and the wounded. A particularly large beast was running by, straight for the wounded. The tank struck it at 30 miles an hour and the massive herbivore was crunched underneath the treads. (Several successful rolls)
As the last of the wounded were being piled into the APCs, the ground began to shake like an earthquake. Marines grabbed whatever they could to remain upright. It was at this point that they realized the nature of the stampede. These massive herbivores were not attacking Camp Sierra, they were running for dear life. A truly enormous lizard burst from the east woods, toppling and splintering the trees in its way. Blood was spattered on its mouth, which hung open in a hungry, bestial look. It was at least 20 meters long, not including the tail. Without a second’s hesitation, it charged straight into the camp. An unlucky seaman was caught underfoot and made an audible crunch as his frail body was shattered. The pretty Lieutenant Allison Davenport was the first morsel it saw, and it snapped her up in a heartbeat. Her scream died away as they saw her flailing legs disappear down its massive gullet.
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