Outer Heaven MK II
28-01-2006, 22:29
OOC: This is, if you didn’t read the title, a story, not a Roleplay. However, feel free to leave comments (OOC), and suggestions. This story is also designed to show you lot why Outer Heaven rarely engages in Ground Battles, not for it’s Troop’s sakes of course, but for YOURS.
IC: Admiral Astares stared at the Bridge Viewscreen, arms crossed with a look of sharp concentration on his face. On the Viewscreen, there sat a planet, a planet surrounded by a rapidly dying flame. Small sparkling specks shot through space in the distance, clashing with one another, lasers, beams, and at times bullets piercing space. Behind him, Astares heard a small cough.
“Admiral, Beta Group reports that we have finally beaten back the Toporian Front Fleets. Alpha Group also reports that the Dropships are prepped for launch. Shall I signal the order to initiate Operation Toporian Blaze?”
There was a thick silence that permeated the Bridge. Astares bowed his head, and braced himself.
“You may Lieutenant Mastara. Wish them well.”
There was no response, but instead the return of the background thrums that Astares enjoyed. Sighing, he looked up, and watched the Viewscreen. In the distance, a large Carrier opened up it’s Launch Bays, and hundreds of small specks burst forth towards Toporia, Ion trails leaving brief blazing scars on the empty black, dotted with the sparkling white of distant stars. Mastara hit a few buttons on his console, and the Viewscreen zoomed in on the distant, shooting specks, which revealed to be the Dropships. Gradually, each one faded as they shot into the thick smog of a Toporian afternoon, and Astares shook his head.
“God rest their souls...”
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“All right you maggots! Listen up!”
Field Commander Jenkins yelled over the roar of the Dropships’ engines, and the entry burn. There were over one hundred Troopers stood before him, all out-fitted with Standard Armour, and most armed with Standard Issue Weaponry, aside from a few Specialist Certified Troops. They all turned to face him. Jenkins sighed, and cursed as the Dropship suddenly jolted. Grabbing a roof support handhold, he looked at all his men.
“Right! We are going to touch down in Quadrant Alpha! We will be leading the surf to the East! This will be a standard surf drop, so make sure you’re all ready to fire! Bear in mind that we are surrounded, so we cannot fail in our push! We need to keep the Toporian Front occupied while we set up the Shields and our first base! Following up will be the Metal Gears and the Artillery! If you have any questions, voice ‘em now! We haven’t got long!”
Jenkins looked at all his men, and noted that not one rose their hands, and in fact, all were cocking their weapons, he nodded.
“Glory to the Empire!”
A loud cheer came from the rest of the Troops, and Jenkins turned around to face the slanted wall.
Time to lead my Troops, and this is my first proper battle too...s**t...
There was a loud squawk above the Troops, and Jenkins looked up. A female voice filled the Dropboat.
“Emergency! Dropship 23 has been taken out by Anti-Air Weaponry! We are dropping now!”
Jenkins cursed.
“Alright Maggots, hold on!”
A few moments later, there was a loud hiss, followed by a massive shaking that threw the Troops around. A loud roar replaced the Dropships’, indicating that the Dropboat was now ‘surfing’ across the landscape.
“This is it! I’m blowing the top and the front! Heavy Gunners, set up your Turret Guns on either side, facing forward! We’re going for a standard charge! We will smash through their line, and take out as many as we can in the time given! We will then be picked up and taken back to our base, if we succeed. Lets do this!”
Turning to a console on the one wall, Jenkins stabbed his fingers into two flashing green buttons. There were two small pressure detonations, and the roof suddenly flew away, revealing the dreary, grey, smog-choked sky. Turning, Jenkins watched as the Dropboat’s ramp/door shot forward slightly, then slid upwards, and flew away, revealing barricades, and thousands of Troops behind them.
There were also tons of emplacements.
“S**t! Cover!”
Diving behind one side of the Dropboat’s now empty door/ramp frame, he watched as most of his Troops made the move. It was then, that the bullets hit. Thousands of metal slugs tore into the floor, and the few unlucky Troops still in the open cried out as their bodies were shredded into bloody pieces.
“F**K! Damnit Gunners! Set your goddamn Turret Guns up, and fire! I’m opening the side-steps now! I want as many Troops as possible on them, firing at the enemy! Go!”
Whacking a blue button, thick seat-like metal protrusions shot out of the wall. Jenkins jumped up onto one, and ducked as fire raked across the top of the Dropboat. Standing up fully, Jenkins faced forward, still mostly hidden by the Dropboat’s door/ramp frame, and placed his Cascade Rifle on the edge, and not really taking aim, pulled the Trigger. Around him, streaks of armour-piercing bullets shot towards the Barricades, taking down some enemy Troopers, and also puncturing numerous holes in the Barricades. Jenkins continued to fire, not caring for accuracy or short bursts, just pouring fire at the enemy.
Jeez...we’re fighting for this!?!
Jenkins’ Cascade Rifle fell silent, and he realised that he had emptied his clip. Cursing, Jenkins ducked down as fire continued to hit the Dropboat. The Barricades were rapidly approaching. Reloading, Jenkins peered over the edge, and surveyed the landscape.
Brown deserts stretched out for miles, with the occasional rock tower or cliff visible. In the distance, the smog seemed to rise, and Jenkins realised that the factories on the planet, all two hundred thousand, were still working.
That’ll explain the smoggy sky...
Slapping a new clip into his Rifle, and pulling back the large metal slider, grinned as it snapped into place, and the analogue bullet gauge whirred until it hit 100. Standing again, Jenkins began to open fire, no longer worried about the fire pattering around them. They were now less than a kilometre away, meaning that their emplacements were no longer as effective.
“Take cover!!!”
Jenkins didn’t know who shouted, but he did so, and above him, a hail of Cascade Armour-Piercing bullets obscured the sky as they flew past.
Jenkins grinned. The Turret Guns were in place. Peering out from the door/ramp frame, he smiled as he saw the Barricades shudder, and the enemy Troopers shake violently as they were hit by hundreds of sharpened bullets. Realising that they were now in danger, the enemy began to jump out of view, probably away from the Barricades, which were coming up to them very fast.
“BRACE!”
Slapping a glowing red button, Jenkins grabbed on to a handhold as he felt Dropboat shake as the last of it’s fuel was burnt off in a final, large burst, hurtling the Dropboat into the Barricades. The roar of the Turret Guns silenced as the Barricade came up towards them.
The Dropboat rocked back hard as it smashed through the Barricade, and after a few moments, the Dropboat slammed into the ground and skidded to the side.
“Fill out! Kill anything that’s not us!”
Yelling, all of Jenkins’ men jumped out of the Dropboat over either side, weapons firing. The last out, Jenkins watched as a few more Dropboats flew through the Barricades, and landed atop enemy Troops. Smiling, he was brought back to reality as slugs slammed into the Dropboat behind him, and, opening fire at a line of enemy troops, dived behind a jagged chunk of Barricade that was impaled into the ground. A few more Troopers, all of them Privates, dived behind the Barricade, and reloaded their Cascade Rifles.
“Sir! We need to pull back!”
Jenkins laughed, and turned to the Trooper, a dark-haired young man.
“Trooper, don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Just follow my lea-!”
The young Trooper shook his head.
“Sir! You don’t understand! Command under-estimated the number of Troops! There are THOUSANDS of them! Squad two is already down!”
Jenkins’ eyes widened.
“How do you know!?!”
The Trooper pointed back at the Dropboat, and he saw the slumped figure of a dead Trooper. The Outer Heaven Insignia was on the top of his helmet, and there was a small, dark pool of blood slowly spreading.
“Crap! All right then! Trooper, open up my backpack! You’ll find a beacon lodged into a Grenade Launcher! Pass it to me!”
Turning so his back faced the Trooper, he pressed the side of his helmet.
“Squad Leaders, this is Jenkins! Retreat back to the Dropboat, numbers are too high, repeat, too high! Fire off your Beacons at enemy fortifications, and get the f**k back!”
Only three affirmatives came back. Jenkins cursed.
“Damnit! We’re down to four Squads! Where’s that f**king Launcher!?!”
A few moments later, a Grenade Launcher was slammed into his hands, a green crystal-like diamond with metal spikes protruding out of the end. Jenkins nodded.
“Thanks!”
Handing his Rifle to another Trooper, he stood up, and ducked as fire raked into the makeshift cover.
“Cover fire maggots!”
Around him, the roar of Cascade Rifles began, and Jenkins stood again, this time without having a hail of bullets hit his cover. Looking around, he grinned as he sighted a nearby bunker, surrounded by some Barracks. Taking aim, he pulled the trigger, and with a loud Fuuudump!, the Beacon shot through the air, and slammed into the roof of the Bunker. Seconds later, the Beacon opened up, revealing an array of small dishes, and it began to transmit. Jenkins ducked back behind the cover, and took his Rifle back. Throwing the Grenade Launcher away, he pointed at the Dropboat.
“All right maggots, move!”
Jumping up, Jenkins turned around, and jogging backward, sprayed bursts of fire back at the enemy. Jumping into the Dropboat, he sighed. He then realised something.
“Oh s**t...”
Peeking around, a few slugs slammed into the Dropboat, and he whipped his head back around.
“Damnit!”
They were all dead, strewn across the floor, large holes in their backs. Sighing, he bit his lip for a few moments, and then clambered onto the protrusion on the wall. Standing above the Dropboat’s ‘roof’, Jenkins poured Cascade fire into some advancing Troopers, and ducked as slugs slammed into the Dropboat, one slug zipping past his head as he ducked. He heard the sounds of people landing in the Dropboat.
“S**t!”
Turning around, he took aim, but stopped at the very last moment, his finger squeezing the trigger so tightly, that a single shake would bring it back that extra millimetre.
“Sir! We lost Squad five on the way here! The rest are coming in now!”
Cursing, Jenkins nodded, and peered over the edge. Seeing the remaining Troopers he cursed.
“Cover them!”
Bringing his Rifle to bear, Jenkins began to fire bursts at the enemy, trying to distract them from the vulnerable Troopers still making their way to the Dropboat. None of the Turret Guns were used by the other Troops however, they were simply too inaccurate to be used without taking out some of their own. Screaming, Jenkins emptied his clip, taking down a few enemies in the process, but it wasn’t enough. As the first began to run into the Dropboat, they fell, hit by fire.
“Crap! No!”
Throwing his Cascade Rifle away, Jenkins pulled out his Bruiser M90 Pistol, and began to pour fire into the enemy ranks. As the last Trooper ran in, he yelled.
“Sir! Can I put up a Barricade!?!”
Jenkins didn’t turn, he just screamed curses.
“For f**ks sake yes! Do it!”
The Trooper, a Heavy Gunner, knelt, and taking off his backpack, produced a cylinder with two vertical fins attached to its middle on each side. Setting it down, the Trooper shook, and Jenkins turned back in horror as he saw the Trooper on the floor, missing chunks of his chest.
“Crap!”
Firing at the cylinder, he hit the button on the top. The cylinder began to fall sideways, but now before it deployed, which righted the cylinder. It disappeared as the fans expanded, turning into a Barricade that closed off the front of the Dropboat. The remaining Troops cheered, and Jenkins jumped down. He nearly cried out when he saw how many were left.
“Oh f**k, is this it!?!”
A Private tried to open up his mouth, but a loud roar filled the air, and the ground shook violently. Turning around, Jenkins yelled something, but it was lost in another roar. Large plumes of smoke rose, and some Troopers cheered without producing a noise able to combat the roar.
The Artillery was finally firing...
IC: Admiral Astares stared at the Bridge Viewscreen, arms crossed with a look of sharp concentration on his face. On the Viewscreen, there sat a planet, a planet surrounded by a rapidly dying flame. Small sparkling specks shot through space in the distance, clashing with one another, lasers, beams, and at times bullets piercing space. Behind him, Astares heard a small cough.
“Admiral, Beta Group reports that we have finally beaten back the Toporian Front Fleets. Alpha Group also reports that the Dropships are prepped for launch. Shall I signal the order to initiate Operation Toporian Blaze?”
There was a thick silence that permeated the Bridge. Astares bowed his head, and braced himself.
“You may Lieutenant Mastara. Wish them well.”
There was no response, but instead the return of the background thrums that Astares enjoyed. Sighing, he looked up, and watched the Viewscreen. In the distance, a large Carrier opened up it’s Launch Bays, and hundreds of small specks burst forth towards Toporia, Ion trails leaving brief blazing scars on the empty black, dotted with the sparkling white of distant stars. Mastara hit a few buttons on his console, and the Viewscreen zoomed in on the distant, shooting specks, which revealed to be the Dropships. Gradually, each one faded as they shot into the thick smog of a Toporian afternoon, and Astares shook his head.
“God rest their souls...”
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“All right you maggots! Listen up!”
Field Commander Jenkins yelled over the roar of the Dropships’ engines, and the entry burn. There were over one hundred Troopers stood before him, all out-fitted with Standard Armour, and most armed with Standard Issue Weaponry, aside from a few Specialist Certified Troops. They all turned to face him. Jenkins sighed, and cursed as the Dropship suddenly jolted. Grabbing a roof support handhold, he looked at all his men.
“Right! We are going to touch down in Quadrant Alpha! We will be leading the surf to the East! This will be a standard surf drop, so make sure you’re all ready to fire! Bear in mind that we are surrounded, so we cannot fail in our push! We need to keep the Toporian Front occupied while we set up the Shields and our first base! Following up will be the Metal Gears and the Artillery! If you have any questions, voice ‘em now! We haven’t got long!”
Jenkins looked at all his men, and noted that not one rose their hands, and in fact, all were cocking their weapons, he nodded.
“Glory to the Empire!”
A loud cheer came from the rest of the Troops, and Jenkins turned around to face the slanted wall.
Time to lead my Troops, and this is my first proper battle too...s**t...
There was a loud squawk above the Troops, and Jenkins looked up. A female voice filled the Dropboat.
“Emergency! Dropship 23 has been taken out by Anti-Air Weaponry! We are dropping now!”
Jenkins cursed.
“Alright Maggots, hold on!”
A few moments later, there was a loud hiss, followed by a massive shaking that threw the Troops around. A loud roar replaced the Dropships’, indicating that the Dropboat was now ‘surfing’ across the landscape.
“This is it! I’m blowing the top and the front! Heavy Gunners, set up your Turret Guns on either side, facing forward! We’re going for a standard charge! We will smash through their line, and take out as many as we can in the time given! We will then be picked up and taken back to our base, if we succeed. Lets do this!”
Turning to a console on the one wall, Jenkins stabbed his fingers into two flashing green buttons. There were two small pressure detonations, and the roof suddenly flew away, revealing the dreary, grey, smog-choked sky. Turning, Jenkins watched as the Dropboat’s ramp/door shot forward slightly, then slid upwards, and flew away, revealing barricades, and thousands of Troops behind them.
There were also tons of emplacements.
“S**t! Cover!”
Diving behind one side of the Dropboat’s now empty door/ramp frame, he watched as most of his Troops made the move. It was then, that the bullets hit. Thousands of metal slugs tore into the floor, and the few unlucky Troops still in the open cried out as their bodies were shredded into bloody pieces.
“F**K! Damnit Gunners! Set your goddamn Turret Guns up, and fire! I’m opening the side-steps now! I want as many Troops as possible on them, firing at the enemy! Go!”
Whacking a blue button, thick seat-like metal protrusions shot out of the wall. Jenkins jumped up onto one, and ducked as fire raked across the top of the Dropboat. Standing up fully, Jenkins faced forward, still mostly hidden by the Dropboat’s door/ramp frame, and placed his Cascade Rifle on the edge, and not really taking aim, pulled the Trigger. Around him, streaks of armour-piercing bullets shot towards the Barricades, taking down some enemy Troopers, and also puncturing numerous holes in the Barricades. Jenkins continued to fire, not caring for accuracy or short bursts, just pouring fire at the enemy.
Jeez...we’re fighting for this!?!
Jenkins’ Cascade Rifle fell silent, and he realised that he had emptied his clip. Cursing, Jenkins ducked down as fire continued to hit the Dropboat. The Barricades were rapidly approaching. Reloading, Jenkins peered over the edge, and surveyed the landscape.
Brown deserts stretched out for miles, with the occasional rock tower or cliff visible. In the distance, the smog seemed to rise, and Jenkins realised that the factories on the planet, all two hundred thousand, were still working.
That’ll explain the smoggy sky...
Slapping a new clip into his Rifle, and pulling back the large metal slider, grinned as it snapped into place, and the analogue bullet gauge whirred until it hit 100. Standing again, Jenkins began to open fire, no longer worried about the fire pattering around them. They were now less than a kilometre away, meaning that their emplacements were no longer as effective.
“Take cover!!!”
Jenkins didn’t know who shouted, but he did so, and above him, a hail of Cascade Armour-Piercing bullets obscured the sky as they flew past.
Jenkins grinned. The Turret Guns were in place. Peering out from the door/ramp frame, he smiled as he saw the Barricades shudder, and the enemy Troopers shake violently as they were hit by hundreds of sharpened bullets. Realising that they were now in danger, the enemy began to jump out of view, probably away from the Barricades, which were coming up to them very fast.
“BRACE!”
Slapping a glowing red button, Jenkins grabbed on to a handhold as he felt Dropboat shake as the last of it’s fuel was burnt off in a final, large burst, hurtling the Dropboat into the Barricades. The roar of the Turret Guns silenced as the Barricade came up towards them.
The Dropboat rocked back hard as it smashed through the Barricade, and after a few moments, the Dropboat slammed into the ground and skidded to the side.
“Fill out! Kill anything that’s not us!”
Yelling, all of Jenkins’ men jumped out of the Dropboat over either side, weapons firing. The last out, Jenkins watched as a few more Dropboats flew through the Barricades, and landed atop enemy Troops. Smiling, he was brought back to reality as slugs slammed into the Dropboat behind him, and, opening fire at a line of enemy troops, dived behind a jagged chunk of Barricade that was impaled into the ground. A few more Troopers, all of them Privates, dived behind the Barricade, and reloaded their Cascade Rifles.
“Sir! We need to pull back!”
Jenkins laughed, and turned to the Trooper, a dark-haired young man.
“Trooper, don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Just follow my lea-!”
The young Trooper shook his head.
“Sir! You don’t understand! Command under-estimated the number of Troops! There are THOUSANDS of them! Squad two is already down!”
Jenkins’ eyes widened.
“How do you know!?!”
The Trooper pointed back at the Dropboat, and he saw the slumped figure of a dead Trooper. The Outer Heaven Insignia was on the top of his helmet, and there was a small, dark pool of blood slowly spreading.
“Crap! All right then! Trooper, open up my backpack! You’ll find a beacon lodged into a Grenade Launcher! Pass it to me!”
Turning so his back faced the Trooper, he pressed the side of his helmet.
“Squad Leaders, this is Jenkins! Retreat back to the Dropboat, numbers are too high, repeat, too high! Fire off your Beacons at enemy fortifications, and get the f**k back!”
Only three affirmatives came back. Jenkins cursed.
“Damnit! We’re down to four Squads! Where’s that f**king Launcher!?!”
A few moments later, a Grenade Launcher was slammed into his hands, a green crystal-like diamond with metal spikes protruding out of the end. Jenkins nodded.
“Thanks!”
Handing his Rifle to another Trooper, he stood up, and ducked as fire raked into the makeshift cover.
“Cover fire maggots!”
Around him, the roar of Cascade Rifles began, and Jenkins stood again, this time without having a hail of bullets hit his cover. Looking around, he grinned as he sighted a nearby bunker, surrounded by some Barracks. Taking aim, he pulled the trigger, and with a loud Fuuudump!, the Beacon shot through the air, and slammed into the roof of the Bunker. Seconds later, the Beacon opened up, revealing an array of small dishes, and it began to transmit. Jenkins ducked back behind the cover, and took his Rifle back. Throwing the Grenade Launcher away, he pointed at the Dropboat.
“All right maggots, move!”
Jumping up, Jenkins turned around, and jogging backward, sprayed bursts of fire back at the enemy. Jumping into the Dropboat, he sighed. He then realised something.
“Oh s**t...”
Peeking around, a few slugs slammed into the Dropboat, and he whipped his head back around.
“Damnit!”
They were all dead, strewn across the floor, large holes in their backs. Sighing, he bit his lip for a few moments, and then clambered onto the protrusion on the wall. Standing above the Dropboat’s ‘roof’, Jenkins poured Cascade fire into some advancing Troopers, and ducked as slugs slammed into the Dropboat, one slug zipping past his head as he ducked. He heard the sounds of people landing in the Dropboat.
“S**t!”
Turning around, he took aim, but stopped at the very last moment, his finger squeezing the trigger so tightly, that a single shake would bring it back that extra millimetre.
“Sir! We lost Squad five on the way here! The rest are coming in now!”
Cursing, Jenkins nodded, and peered over the edge. Seeing the remaining Troopers he cursed.
“Cover them!”
Bringing his Rifle to bear, Jenkins began to fire bursts at the enemy, trying to distract them from the vulnerable Troopers still making their way to the Dropboat. None of the Turret Guns were used by the other Troops however, they were simply too inaccurate to be used without taking out some of their own. Screaming, Jenkins emptied his clip, taking down a few enemies in the process, but it wasn’t enough. As the first began to run into the Dropboat, they fell, hit by fire.
“Crap! No!”
Throwing his Cascade Rifle away, Jenkins pulled out his Bruiser M90 Pistol, and began to pour fire into the enemy ranks. As the last Trooper ran in, he yelled.
“Sir! Can I put up a Barricade!?!”
Jenkins didn’t turn, he just screamed curses.
“For f**ks sake yes! Do it!”
The Trooper, a Heavy Gunner, knelt, and taking off his backpack, produced a cylinder with two vertical fins attached to its middle on each side. Setting it down, the Trooper shook, and Jenkins turned back in horror as he saw the Trooper on the floor, missing chunks of his chest.
“Crap!”
Firing at the cylinder, he hit the button on the top. The cylinder began to fall sideways, but now before it deployed, which righted the cylinder. It disappeared as the fans expanded, turning into a Barricade that closed off the front of the Dropboat. The remaining Troops cheered, and Jenkins jumped down. He nearly cried out when he saw how many were left.
“Oh f**k, is this it!?!”
A Private tried to open up his mouth, but a loud roar filled the air, and the ground shook violently. Turning around, Jenkins yelled something, but it was lost in another roar. Large plumes of smoke rose, and some Troopers cheered without producing a noise able to combat the roar.
The Artillery was finally firing...