NationStates Jolt Archive

Amber's spent shell casing clattered around her feet the odd one falling into her boot scortching her socks. She swore under her breath as this clip like all the others had run out in half the average time. She slaped a new clip of shredder rounds into her rifle and began to walk backwards as she fired. Fellow soldiers fell around her as they backpeddeled to the safety of there massive so called "floating fortress" more comonly with called Falcon Flying Fortresses or just Tripple Fs. The Falcon's defensive cannons whirled as the massive 30mm slugs flew by the dwindling number of soldiers and blew holes through the enemy ranks. "Oh god!!!! WE'RE ALL GONA DIE!!!!!" one of the men shouted as he threw his rifle aside and started to run into the Falcon's waiting drop door. Before he got anywhere a lance of plasma struck the back of his head vaporizing it leazing his body to hit the ground. Just a little longer, she thought as she looked into her helmets intragrated radar and saw the last transports docking carrying there human cargo. It felt like ages the minutes it took for the last transport to dock and the call to fall back sounded like angels said it was time to leave there hell. "FALL BACK PEOPLE!!!" she shouted out as she turned and sprinted in an all out run hoping the cannons and the sharpshooters moving into postion at the drop bay doors would keep her alive. As she ran she saw the gastly blue plasma fly by her. She dove aboard into the drop by and was grabed by a figure and lifted to her feet. The figure didn't even look at her as it turned and began to fire the rocket launcher it held. Slowly the door begna closing and the men and women firing stoped and began to run to diffretn areas of the Falcon. Most of the Spartans that made out alive ran towards the gunner posts to help man inert 30mm and 40mm canons. The other soldiers ran towards the hanger bay to help with the surviors. Amber decided to stay in the area and help with the wounded men and women that were brought aboard in the midst of the fire fight.


((Was going to call it "The Fall of Reach" but not in the ripping off mood today. Well join in and just no god modding please))

Screams suddenly eruptedfrom the transport bay. Plasma fire erupted melting bulkheads and comand stations in the hanger. One of the transports was filled with the Reclaimers warriors waiting to take down one of the Falcons.
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"This is Falcon-23 Alpha we have been boarded. Requesting backup. Over," the com officer said in her icy cool voice and beamed the signal towards the nearest comand ship in orbit. "Roger that Falcon-23 Alpha. Can your combat teams handle the situation?" was the reply. "Negative....." a burst of stactic cut off the message fallowed by the sounds of automatic weapons fire. "Shit. Sir incoming fighters. Aproximetly 50. At this rate they'll have us in the palm of there hands... I mean claws," one of the bridge crew pointed out to the captain. "Bloody hell. Alert all gunners of the fighters and have the AI system handel the Spartan's guns while they repel boarders," the captain replied.
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The Spartan unit opened fire form the cover of the launch bay entrance poping up to fire rounds or throw a grenade. Combat teams covered the braver spartans as they ran in firng and trying to remove the wounded.

Outside the ship the guns blazed fireing on the 50 fighters that fired off a continual stream of destruction leaing moltan white hot holes in the Falcon's armor. The odd gun got its lucky shot and drilled a fighter in the fuel port sending it into a blue blaze of death sprialing to the ground.

Azani fired his weapon with ferocity and accuracy. It wasn't even a standard rifle, but then again he wasnt's the standard soldier. In fact, he shouldnt even be here! Azani was a dangerous outlaw, and fighting was his way to pay his debt to society. The government forced him to contract himself into battles, earn money, then he would have to give the cash over to the feds. Eventually he hoped to earn enough money to become a free man. Luckily, this might be his last battle.

Azani was currently holed up with the sparten unit, trying to repel boarding parties. His weapon was uniqe compared to anyone elses; instead of a plain rifle, he had a mettalic staff with a large calibur single shot rifle bullet inside it. Although it was bolt action and not automatic, it delivered more of a satisfying punch than other weapons. His staff also contained a small flamethrower as well as a large retractable blade.

Another uniqe thing about this man was that he was blind. He had been born that way, but he was not truly blind; he could see everything from dark outlines to electrical currents to heat. He was very far from blind. Azani, because of his condition, was forced to wear special goggles that covered his eyes; these served the double purpose of venting out harmful UV rays; they also helped tell friend from foe. An optic sensor seperated friendly forces from enemies by giving each a specific outline; red always meant enemy.

Azani popped another shell into a boarder's body. He didn't like the look of this fight; it seemed that they might be overwhelemed in minutes. He tried to take his mind off this thought by blasting another invader right between the eyes. They needed a miracle.

Suddenly a spartan shouted out "Flame thrower!" Then a pair of spartans opened fire with the semi-liquid projectile gel at the enemy unit's setting them ablaze sending them running around in pain. The smell of horid the burning flesh was a sent comon for most combat units but the newer ones gagged and the odd one vomited as the smell wafted through the coridor. With that moment 20 of the spartans in the group rushed foreward in a blink of an eye and lifted then smashed the door of the imfiltrated dropship shut crushing several enemy arms. At that point the rest of the spartan and elite combat teams rushed foreward and began pushing the massive several ton dropship. Only 4 minutes after the blood bath was scilenced the dropship plumited only a mile before the Reclaimer anti-air blasted it to nothing.

~Bump~

Azani sighed. That had been close. But the battle was still raging! He turned towards on eof the Spartans, who looked like an officer.

"You. Would you happen to know what else i could do to help? Could i man a gun, or could i perhaps be of some use elsewhere?"

Azani felt that he was best used fighting at close combat, but he did have some experiance with heavy weapons.

"Fine then. Fallow me," the spartan replid as he rose up and began running across the scorched and bloody hanger towards a still clean door pannel and hit the opening switch. It was the last thing that spartan did before a massive plasma blast ripped through that compartment and vaporized the gunner section aswell as flash fried the spartan.
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The fortress shuddered and began to decend slowly gaining speed. Several more plasma blasts vaporized the remaining hanger areas near the engins killing almost all power slowing the decent. With in a fraction of a second the fortress plummited inot a massive city still under Phalanix controll.