Turn 6: The Firefight (Marines)
Posted: Mon May 11, 2020 2:57 am
The Marines and policemen swarmed into the room. The eruption of gunfire thundered in their ears as both sides opened fire. Despite the best plans, a gunfight on this scale was complete chaos. One of the terrorists on the catwalk fired into the advancing Marines and struck Corporal Floyd in the head. His sniper rifle split the Marine’s helmet in two and blew his head apart.
Sokolova’s SHARP rifle charged for two seconds before thumping back against her shoulder. The explosive round struck the metal grating of the catwalk under the feet of the right-hand adversary. His body was thrown hard against the ceiling with a loud crack before falling fifteen meters and landing in front of First Squad. The flimsy civilian catwalk tore loose from the ceiling and the right side fell in front of First Squad, tearing the fallen body of the terrorist in half at the waist where it landed on him.
The left side of the catwalk still hung from the ceiling at a diagonal, the other terrorist clinging to a bar to stop himself from falling. Private Henniger took the shot with his pulse rifle and the black-armored foe let go of the bar. His body slid down the catwalk like a water slide, and shot off the end, cracking into the port wall of the room.
The enemy behind the table that stood near the vent took a shot at Morse, but he went down with a shotgun shell to the back, courtesy of Sergeant Samantha Hall. The hostile in the middle of the room was struck by a burst from Dimitri Barayev’s pulse rifle. He fell dead.
Private Dawn Rinzler slid down behind a piece of debris, feeling the impact of rounds on the other side of his cover. Popping his head up, he dropped the left-hand terrorist with a skillful shot.
A round from the second floor struck the Police Sergeant Cedric West. He tumbled to the ground. At the same moment, Staff Sergeant Morse fired a round at one of the upstairs hostiles. The man screamed and fell from his perch with a splat as he struck the ground floor.
Suddenly there was an enormous explosion that threw everyone down. It was much larger than the breaching explosions from a few moments before. The Marines struggled back to their feet in shock. The whole second floor had exploded and hunks of metal flooring and support beams hung down or stuck out at jagged angles. “NO!” cried the Police Captain, “Those fuckers! They blew up the life support console! Son of a bitch!” It dawned on the Marines what he meant, without the console there was no way to reactivate life support. They had failed.
One last black-armored hostile stood at the top of the aft stairway. He had his hands raised above his head in apparent surrender. He did not hold a visible weapon.
(Actions)
Sokolova’s SHARP rifle charged for two seconds before thumping back against her shoulder. The explosive round struck the metal grating of the catwalk under the feet of the right-hand adversary. His body was thrown hard against the ceiling with a loud crack before falling fifteen meters and landing in front of First Squad. The flimsy civilian catwalk tore loose from the ceiling and the right side fell in front of First Squad, tearing the fallen body of the terrorist in half at the waist where it landed on him.
The left side of the catwalk still hung from the ceiling at a diagonal, the other terrorist clinging to a bar to stop himself from falling. Private Henniger took the shot with his pulse rifle and the black-armored foe let go of the bar. His body slid down the catwalk like a water slide, and shot off the end, cracking into the port wall of the room.
The enemy behind the table that stood near the vent took a shot at Morse, but he went down with a shotgun shell to the back, courtesy of Sergeant Samantha Hall. The hostile in the middle of the room was struck by a burst from Dimitri Barayev’s pulse rifle. He fell dead.
Private Dawn Rinzler slid down behind a piece of debris, feeling the impact of rounds on the other side of his cover. Popping his head up, he dropped the left-hand terrorist with a skillful shot.
A round from the second floor struck the Police Sergeant Cedric West. He tumbled to the ground. At the same moment, Staff Sergeant Morse fired a round at one of the upstairs hostiles. The man screamed and fell from his perch with a splat as he struck the ground floor.
Suddenly there was an enormous explosion that threw everyone down. It was much larger than the breaching explosions from a few moments before. The Marines struggled back to their feet in shock. The whole second floor had exploded and hunks of metal flooring and support beams hung down or stuck out at jagged angles. “NO!” cried the Police Captain, “Those fuckers! They blew up the life support console! Son of a bitch!” It dawned on the Marines what he meant, without the console there was no way to reactivate life support. They had failed.
One last black-armored hostile stood at the top of the aft stairway. He had his hands raised above his head in apparent surrender. He did not hold a visible weapon.
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