Race: Human
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 31/08/000191BH
Age: 44
Hair: Short black hair
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Standard blue
Height: 6'6''
Weight: 115 kg
Place of Residence: Classified
Place of Birth: Unavailable to this user
Relatives: Unavailable to this user
Enemies: Unknown
Allies: Cybran Nation, Waffen FS
Occupation: Rottenführer of Squad 103AHI102
Appearance:
(Work dress, "Dark Blues"): Soldat 10983, City fighting camouflage, Black and Grey with polymer Steel Helmet and gasmask, linked to computer in bagpack and sight on the "Ghost" Recon Optic sight on his shoulder.
(Parade Dress, "Blacks"): Full FS uniform, black with medals pinned to the left side of the chest, above the left pocket of the Black shirt. Black Uniform Parade Jacket with FS runes, rank runes, black parade cap, jackboots and Black trousers, tucked into Jackboots.
(Off duty, "Civies"): Unknown.
Fashion of Choice: Military
Weapons of Choice: Combat blade, auto-plasma rifle
Religion/Philosophy: Cybran
Sexuality: Bisexual
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Rottenführer Heinrich Ritter
The second in command of Squad 103AHI102, located on Terra.
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So begins...
Rottenführer Heinrich Ritter's Story
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Suddenly as the sunlight slowly hit Wing City from the local star, a small drop ship appeared, slowly moving in the sky to find the suitable drop zone for Squad 103AHI102, the elite Recon squad of the Stuhai II's 1st Regiment. The black lander was like a spot in the sky as it moved towards the city. The five man crew finished eating the military ration packs they had been given before the drop. The pilots put the food down before the Captain of the same lander turned around to take hold of the Comms radio, "Squad 103AHI102, bereit zu fallen?" ("Squad 103AHI102, ready to drop?")
The light of the left hand side of the dropship control panel blinked on and off with the green light, the Engineer swallowed as he set in the last of the codes for the teleporters before he raise his hand at the squad, "Bereit?" ("Ready?")
There was a nod from the Rottenführer, Heinrich Ritter as he cracked his neck in his black MkIII combat armour suit. He pulled on his helmet before a light filled the room from the teleporter pad. This was it. The ground was safe and the PzIV Ausf F5 would be teleported after they moved out the way.
Heinrich swallowed, kneeling down on his left knee, touching the ground. He raised his free hand to take control on the comms, his eyes glancing around, "Squad Alpha bis dropship Ritter, über." ("Squad alpha to dropship knight, over.") He glanced up into the sky, watching the dropship as the squad spread out, taking up positions on the ground, taking cover also with the low walls.
"Dies ist dropship Ritter, gehen Squad Alpha." ("This is dropship Ritter, go ahead squad Alpha.") Came a calm voice, clearly busy doing something else. "-Crunch. Crunch.-" Clearly eating again.
"Wir brauchen nicht die Panzer IV, es gibt zu wenig Platz und nirgendwo, damit es sicher, over." Heinrich sighed, slowly standing up. A blinking red light appeared on his HUD as an acknowledgement. Quickly turning to face his squad, he simply just nodded before he produced his Stuk43 and pointed with it at the City, "Wir gehen dort finden unsere Agenten und die Informationen." ("We go there, find our agent and get the information.")
The light of the left hand side of the dropship control panel blinked on and off with the green light, the Engineer swallowed as he set in the last of the codes for the teleporters before he raise his hand at the squad, "Bereit?" ("Ready?")
There was a nod from the Rottenführer, Heinrich Ritter as he cracked his neck in his black MkIII combat armour suit. He pulled on his helmet before a light filled the room from the teleporter pad. This was it. The ground was safe and the PzIV Ausf F5 would be teleported after they moved out the way.
Heinrich swallowed, kneeling down on his left knee, touching the ground. He raised his free hand to take control on the comms, his eyes glancing around, "Squad Alpha bis dropship Ritter, über." ("Squad alpha to dropship knight, over.") He glanced up into the sky, watching the dropship as the squad spread out, taking up positions on the ground, taking cover also with the low walls.
"Dies ist dropship Ritter, gehen Squad Alpha." ("This is dropship Ritter, go ahead squad Alpha.") Came a calm voice, clearly busy doing something else. "-Crunch. Crunch.-" Clearly eating again.
"Wir brauchen nicht die Panzer IV, es gibt zu wenig Platz und nirgendwo, damit es sicher, over." Heinrich sighed, slowly standing up. A blinking red light appeared on his HUD as an acknowledgement. Quickly turning to face his squad, he simply just nodded before he produced his Stuk43 and pointed with it at the City, "Wir gehen dort finden unsere Agenten und die Informationen." ("We go there, find our agent and get the information.")
Heinrich swallowed, looking up as he ran towards the low walls, locking his Stuk43 into position at his soldier, his helmet visor dimming as he glanced around. Was it? He saw something moved so quickly turned, pointing his weapon in the direction of her, waving his hand for his men to move up.
The Dropship slowly flew off back into space, seeming to achieve its mission with no strange units trying to get at it. The roar could be heard even from Heinrichs view yet his hearing was enhanced, thanks to the combat armour.
The Dropship slowly flew off back into space, seeming to achieve its mission with no strange units trying to get at it. The roar could be heard even from Heinrichs view yet his hearing was enhanced, thanks to the combat armour.
Rottenführer Heinrich Ritter swallowed. The intense feeling that he should have brought down that Panzer Four Ausf F5 down, was in matter of fact bugging him now. The feelings weren't good and he was beginning to wonder if he could call one down. It would make for easier Transport, saying there were only hunting one agent down between millions of civilians. If word of this meeting got to the Terran National Government. Well, all hell would break loose.
"Sector-Display. Lädt HUD.
HUD geladen.
Eingeben von Daten ...
Öffnungszeiten Feed Command Link auf HDS Freelance II."
Great. He groaned as he went down on one knee, holding his rifle in one had as he glanced around. Open ground. 'Great' The feeling was getting worse. Maybe if he stopped in the middle and got the dropship to teleport down that Panzer Four, it wouldn't be classed as calling of reinforcements. Would it?
"Sector-Display. Lädt HUD.
HUD geladen.
Eingeben von Daten ...
Öffnungszeiten Feed Command Link auf HDS Freelance II."
Great. He groaned as he went down on one knee, holding his rifle in one had as he glanced around. Open ground. 'Great' The feeling was getting worse. Maybe if he stopped in the middle and got the dropship to teleport down that Panzer Four, it wouldn't be classed as calling of reinforcements. Would it?
As the sunlight came around, a small dot in the sky flew over. It was more, strange a shape to be an aircraft, or was it. No, unlike most of what people said on Terra, it was not Superman but in fact the same lander as before but only a few hours later.
Heinrich glanced around, pointing around the place as his four man squad ran across to cover as the drop ship go lower in the sky. He could see the classic Cybran icon on the bottom, the lander getting close to the drop of point. The streets were too narrow, Heinrich had thought for a lander of that size to touch the ground and wait for the Tank to get off. In a matter of no time at all the lander could be shot down so it was best to make a teleport jump.
*Onboard the Dropship Nigtren.*
"Panzer Crew bereit?"
"Ja, bereit und geladen für den Rückgang ist nur verlangen, dass sie den Kraftstoff bekommen in ein paar Tagen."
"Das ist verständlich. Rechts, eingetragen Fallzahlen, Be letzte Stück Drop Schnüre. Ready?"
"Ja."
"Lasst sie gehen."
(Panzer Crew ready?
Yes, ready and loaded for the drop is only require that they get the fuel in a few days.
That is understandable. With registered number of cases, loading last piece drop cords. Ready?
Yes.
Let them go.)
*Back on ground level.*
The lander was seen only a few hundred meters above the drop site. The Street that ran through the heart of Wing City. Heinrich watched calmly as there was a bright light and the Panzer Four appeared.
The Commander opened the turret hatch and glanced around, "löschen." (Clear.) She looked up at the dropship as it disappeared as quickly as it came.
Heinrich glanced around, pointing around the place as his four man squad ran across to cover as the drop ship go lower in the sky. He could see the classic Cybran icon on the bottom, the lander getting close to the drop of point. The streets were too narrow, Heinrich had thought for a lander of that size to touch the ground and wait for the Tank to get off. In a matter of no time at all the lander could be shot down so it was best to make a teleport jump.
*Onboard the Dropship Nigtren.*
"Panzer Crew bereit?"
"Ja, bereit und geladen für den Rückgang ist nur verlangen, dass sie den Kraftstoff bekommen in ein paar Tagen."
"Das ist verständlich. Rechts, eingetragen Fallzahlen, Be letzte Stück Drop Schnüre. Ready?"
"Ja."
"Lasst sie gehen."
(Panzer Crew ready?
Yes, ready and loaded for the drop is only require that they get the fuel in a few days.
That is understandable. With registered number of cases, loading last piece drop cords. Ready?
Yes.
Let them go.)
*Back on ground level.*
The lander was seen only a few hundred meters above the drop site. The Street that ran through the heart of Wing City. Heinrich watched calmly as there was a bright light and the Panzer Four appeared.
The Commander opened the turret hatch and glanced around, "löschen." (Clear.) She looked up at the dropship as it disappeared as quickly as it came.
The Panzer IV crew, carefully moved the tank into cover then climbed out quickly to meet the men under Heinrich's Command. The Commander could feel the tense feelings now in her gut without being on landfall for too long. Maybe that was just the teleportation hitting her.
She groaned as she brushed down her uniform after jumping to the ground, eyeliner heavy as she eyed Heinrich and his squad. Watching their moves carefully as she grabbed her leather trench coat from one of the crew members.
She groaned as she brushed down her uniform after jumping to the ground, eyeliner heavy as she eyed Heinrich and his squad. Watching their moves carefully as she grabbed her leather trench coat from one of the crew members.
Heinrich appeared from the low walls along with his squad, locking their weapons while scanning the area. He looked at the Commander, expecting a salute, but they were on mission so it was unlikely. He slung the assault rifle over his shoulder, overing a hand that the lace glove took. This was no normal Tankie.
Rottenführer Heinrich Ritter slowly shook the hand of the Tank Commander, "Rottenführer Heinrich Ritter. Squad 103AHI102, Erste Infanteriedivision des Führers Schutzstaffel." He smiled, glancing around carefully before pulling his hand back in over to pull off his helmet. His scarred face caught the light showing the deep valley like feature that ran from below his left eye down to the bottom right of his face. His aquamarine eyes glanced around then scanned each of the Panzer crew members as the rest of his squad ran over.
The Tank Commander turned her face to look at him carefully, her right hand going into her left pocket to take hold of a pistol but didn't say anything. Her emerald eyes watched him before glancing at Ritter, "Good afternoon." She sighed softly, clearly she had studied English at School unlike Ritter than came from a German and a Bislao speaking planet. He knew a little English but that was it.
Ritter clenched his hand then raised it to his mouth, turning away to cough. His combat armor flexing like a second skin but was bulky in some areas like the chest and the groin. 'The Important parts.'
Ritter clenched his hand then raised it to his mouth, turning away to cough. His combat armor flexing like a second skin but was bulky in some areas like the chest and the groin. 'The Important parts.'
Ritter shook his head, before the Tank Commander spoke, "No. There is no way, this a military operation, not a civilian one. Now please move along."
She smiled, fixing her cap as she eyed him. Demon? Maybe... You can't be should with this area.
She smiled, fixing her cap as she eyed him. Demon? Maybe... You can't be should with this area.
The Tank Commander looked at Ritter before shaking her head, "Zivilisten, die dummen Fotzen. Sie denken, sie können uns begrüssen. Wo waren wir? Erm, ah ja. Sergeant Julian Deasmi, einundvierzigsten Panzer-Division, Führer-Schutzstaffel"
The setting changes from Wing City to Main Street
The Cybran Recon squad carefully turned around the corner, the Panzer IVF5 turning the turret first then turned the whole vehicle around. The Tank commander was sat on top of the turret, watching behind the tank with an assault rifle, the SMD-87/44, loaded and ready to open fire, like it had been for the last few hours. The crew was tired and the squad on foot, even more. The group started to walk down main street before the gunner of the Tank looked down the scope, spotting the crowd and mass of Armoured Personnel Carriers and what seemed to be... Troops.
"Sir, wir haben eine Masse von Armoured Personal Carrier in der Straße ein Kopf von uns ... Bestellungen?"
"Richtig, laden Sie die Kanone und weiter nach unten bewegen, bereit sein, das Feuer mit Maschinengewehren bei Bedarf geöffnet werden. Over."
(Translation)
"Sir, we have a mass of Armoured personnel Carriers in the street a head of us... Orders?"
"Right, load the main gun and continue moving down, be ready to open fire with machine guns if needed. Over."
(End of Translation)
The squad quickly moved to cover, weapons raised as the Panzer IV moved down the street, the thick metal plates glimmering with the force field active. The Commander quickly climbed back into the tank and pulled down the hatch - standard procedure.
"Sir, wir haben eine Masse von Armoured Personal Carrier in der Straße ein Kopf von uns ... Bestellungen?"
"Richtig, laden Sie die Kanone und weiter nach unten bewegen, bereit sein, das Feuer mit Maschinengewehren bei Bedarf geöffnet werden. Over."
(Translation)
"Sir, we have a mass of Armoured personnel Carriers in the street a head of us... Orders?"
"Right, load the main gun and continue moving down, be ready to open fire with machine guns if needed. Over."
(End of Translation)
The squad quickly moved to cover, weapons raised as the Panzer IV moved down the street, the thick metal plates glimmering with the force field active. The Commander quickly climbed back into the tank and pulled down the hatch - standard procedure.
The setting changes from Main Street to The Abandoned Slums
Heinrich swallowed, carefully moving his hand to the safety of his Auto Plasma Assault Rifle (APAR) and swallowed, carefully holding it up right as he sat on top of the Panzer IV. His eyes heady underneath his helmet but decided that just a few more hours would be enough. The people of the area were all talking about strange zombie Cyborgs, another thing that was new. It seemed the invasion had only just started and the first attack was on the City. His trigger finger stretchered out as he held the APAR tightly, the other members of the five man Cybran squad did the same, all ready for combat.
Having a tank as its uses... Even though we shouldn't be working with one... You can cook food on the move. He sighed, watching the radio operator cook his ration pack over the grill of the tank, heating it up. What would the homeland say if this happened there? Probably just bomb it until it is just a blasted rock.
The female tank commander swallowed, holding her headset as he turned in her turret to look at him softly, "Looks like we have company." She swallowed as she bit down on a ration pack cookie. She climbed back down and nodded to her driver, "Yes, turn the corner here and stop. We'll work things out here."
Heinrich nodded without a word, looking over at his squad members, "Right, put your rations in your bags, and get off. We have company." He stood up as the tank turned, standing on the back plates as he held onto the armor skirts on the turret.
The roar of the aircraft was almost deafening but the helmets blocked it out as the squad jumped onto the ground, weapons raises as a group of Zomborgs appeared, the recon squad pulling the triggers of their weapons as they moved forwards slowly, firing at the on comers. Heinrich himself was pleased that combat had started, but with something that didn't have brains to actually shoot at. The slums were meant to be Abandoned, not teeming with life, or the dead.
He moved forwards slowly as the Tank commander started to bark out orders to her crew, moving the Pz IV to a better position with far greater protection. But there was movement that she picked up, on her sensors, not Zomborgs, these things had hearts, the beats picking up on the sensor.
The recon squad moved into a building to protect themselves for the night, going into an overwatch mode as three slept and two stayed up for a rotation of four hours each.
Having a tank as its uses... Even though we shouldn't be working with one... You can cook food on the move. He sighed, watching the radio operator cook his ration pack over the grill of the tank, heating it up. What would the homeland say if this happened there? Probably just bomb it until it is just a blasted rock.
The female tank commander swallowed, holding her headset as he turned in her turret to look at him softly, "Looks like we have company." She swallowed as she bit down on a ration pack cookie. She climbed back down and nodded to her driver, "Yes, turn the corner here and stop. We'll work things out here."
Heinrich nodded without a word, looking over at his squad members, "Right, put your rations in your bags, and get off. We have company." He stood up as the tank turned, standing on the back plates as he held onto the armor skirts on the turret.
The roar of the aircraft was almost deafening but the helmets blocked it out as the squad jumped onto the ground, weapons raises as a group of Zomborgs appeared, the recon squad pulling the triggers of their weapons as they moved forwards slowly, firing at the on comers. Heinrich himself was pleased that combat had started, but with something that didn't have brains to actually shoot at. The slums were meant to be Abandoned, not teeming with life, or the dead.
He moved forwards slowly as the Tank commander started to bark out orders to her crew, moving the Pz IV to a better position with far greater protection. But there was movement that she picked up, on her sensors, not Zomborgs, these things had hearts, the beats picking up on the sensor.
The recon squad moved into a building to protect themselves for the night, going into an overwatch mode as three slept and two stayed up for a rotation of four hours each.
Sharashka and Kiril watched from the roof of an abandoned building serving as their new headquarters as military types began to show up in the slums. "We have a rat in our den or we're getting sloppy." Sharashka said to Kiril, "What do you have in mind?" Kiril asked the Bratva leader.
"Do you need to ask, my friend? We're going to kill them all, make them an example for their love for the unclean. Their love, their acceptance of these abominations to God that dare call themselves people." Sharashka said, turning to walk off and head back into the building to prepare his men for guerrilla warfare.
"Petr, yest' chto-to yeshche. Smotrite." Kiril said, pointing towards the area of the slums that lead into Wing City. A large group of people seemed to be entering the city. "An exodus? Another army?" Sharashka asked, "I saw jets in the sky, maybe that's why all of these people are here. It's a war."
The Russian gangster was far from the truth. The large mass of people entering the slums weren't soldiers or citizens displaced by fighting, they were the same walking cybernetic corpses that were laying siege to Wing City.
A few homeless men and women in the slums spotted the creatures and were quick to run off, save for one man donning a dirty jacket over an equally dirty Iraqi officer's uniform. The man was sound asleep, oblivious to what was going on around him.
He was far too high to give a damn anyways, hopefully the zombies had built an immunity to heroin.
"Do you need to ask, my friend? We're going to kill them all, make them an example for their love for the unclean. Their love, their acceptance of these abominations to God that dare call themselves people." Sharashka said, turning to walk off and head back into the building to prepare his men for guerrilla warfare.
"Petr, yest' chto-to yeshche. Smotrite." Kiril said, pointing towards the area of the slums that lead into Wing City. A large group of people seemed to be entering the city. "An exodus? Another army?" Sharashka asked, "I saw jets in the sky, maybe that's why all of these people are here. It's a war."
The Russian gangster was far from the truth. The large mass of people entering the slums weren't soldiers or citizens displaced by fighting, they were the same walking cybernetic corpses that were laying siege to Wing City.
A few homeless men and women in the slums spotted the creatures and were quick to run off, save for one man donning a dirty jacket over an equally dirty Iraqi officer's uniform. The man was sound asleep, oblivious to what was going on around him.
He was far too high to give a damn anyways, hopefully the zombies had built an immunity to heroin.
Heinrich looked out the window after setting a plasma claymore at the front entrance as well as chaining the door together, the tank crew safely in their tank, also taking watch turned as all of them were trained gunners and loaders, with their specializations at the same time. There was shouted from outside, the homeless people. He had the idea of shooting at them but decided not to as they seemed to be running away from more zomborgs, ignoring the Panzer IV sitting in a dead end of an alleyway. "Arms!" He barked, his squad waking up and groaned.
There was a whine in the air, as the tank powered up its heavy cannon, loading a highly powerful DEAT round into the chamber. The tank slowly pulled out from the dead end and turn it's turret onto the oncoming zombies. Heinrich looked at them carefully, calling in the comms for them to pull back but clearly the female commander was a ruin. The tank stayed where it was as the Heavy gunner of the recon squad placed down his LMG, the ZI-76821(A). He loaded it quickly, setting it on the window ledge with his bipod, turning off the safety, "Requesting the firing order..."
Fire? Yes... Heinrich swallowed before nodding, loading his own weapon and opened fire, the other two members doing the same as the Comms Operator tried to get into contact with any other units that might be in the area. Anything.
He turned quickly, glancing over the comms operator, pulling his weapon back from the window, "There is no point in trying, nobody we know knows about it, and it is mean to know about us being here, yet we are known, to my knowledge. This could be a war happening on this planet for all we know and we have been caught in the losing side. Prepare to stay your ground."
From the view of the tank, it seemed like there was more and more zomborgs coming towards it. The commander shouted the firing order and the shell went straight into the group, blasting body parts and pieces of metal and gore all over the place.
There was a whine in the air, as the tank powered up its heavy cannon, loading a highly powerful DEAT round into the chamber. The tank slowly pulled out from the dead end and turn it's turret onto the oncoming zombies. Heinrich looked at them carefully, calling in the comms for them to pull back but clearly the female commander was a ruin. The tank stayed where it was as the Heavy gunner of the recon squad placed down his LMG, the ZI-76821(A). He loaded it quickly, setting it on the window ledge with his bipod, turning off the safety, "Requesting the firing order..."
Fire? Yes... Heinrich swallowed before nodding, loading his own weapon and opened fire, the other two members doing the same as the Comms Operator tried to get into contact with any other units that might be in the area. Anything.
He turned quickly, glancing over the comms operator, pulling his weapon back from the window, "There is no point in trying, nobody we know knows about it, and it is mean to know about us being here, yet we are known, to my knowledge. This could be a war happening on this planet for all we know and we have been caught in the losing side. Prepare to stay your ground."
From the view of the tank, it seemed like there was more and more zomborgs coming towards it. The commander shouted the firing order and the shell went straight into the group, blasting body parts and pieces of metal and gore all over the place.
Suddenly, a blip began to explode. Reisel's video comm flashed between images of zomborgs pursuing and chaotic running. Though there was no breathing, he could practically feel the panic coursing through the Venomsquad agent who was transmitting this message: "Ils courent vite!"
Shit. Tiny red dots swam in his peripherals. The were indicators as to where the others were, and Reisel personally found them annoying. The dots activated upon the alarm set by his agent. Double shit.
"Sécuriser la frontière," Reisel Dracul patched back to the border of the Abandoned Slums and the Cursed Wood. To his four elite Venomsquad agents, "Préparer au pire."
Reisel allowed the three to camp for a few moments longer before sending the command to move. They were to navigate to the Zomborgs, secure anyone they found, and the situation if at all possible. Damned they would try.
"Hâte" He sprung from one shadow to the next. A blip indicated another had moved, but for some reason one agent was still where he was. Reisel patched through, voice gruff, "Hâte"
After a hesitation, "Le récupéré tombés?"
"Avez-vous récupérer l'intelligence?"
"Oui-"
"Laissez-le," Reisel scrolled his comm volume down significantly after the exchange, pressing forth through the slums. To the zomborgs. They could investigate the insignia recovered and identify the force agent later. For now, zomborgs. Few stood in the way of the four who leaped through the shadows towards their partner in danger.
Meanwhile, the fifth member of the vampyric party ran for his fucking life. This, this? This was not what he had signed up for. However, duty and honor called him forth to the path of the warrior. Even his turning couldn't stop him from achieving this goal.
"Ghet Inzide! ghet inzide! Obtenez l'intérieur!" He fired off his gun from where he was, taking out a zomborg as it leaped at what looked to be a bum. Firing twice again he covered his own ass, jumping up on a light post to get a bit of height. Swinging around the vampyric soldier fired thrice straight down to take out whatever was clawing it's way up at him. In a now-or-never moment, he leaped for the nearest building and scrambled to the low roof. Now, here he was. One of four members of Venomsquad, an elite team for the Forces Vankoryth, investigating the potential apocalypse. He wasn't sure when the investigating ended and the running-for-his-life began, but what he did know was that he was not ready to die.
"Bien?" Riesel Dracul's rough voice patched through his comm. Their bleeps were getting closer, but not close enough, or soon enough. Behind him a wave of zomborgs chased him. Though the vampire ran from rooftop to rooftop, there was no mistaking the damage done below.
He winced as the screams of innocents echoed the street, but noticed many of the zomborgs had decided to take focus. A tank? Running with the crowd, safe from roof tops, he picked off zombies as they drew too close to people.
"Bien?!" The sounds of a blasted being fired echoed in Reisel's helmet as the question went unanswered for a moment longer.
"No."
Shit. Tiny red dots swam in his peripherals. The were indicators as to where the others were, and Reisel personally found them annoying. The dots activated upon the alarm set by his agent. Double shit.
"Sécuriser la frontière," Reisel Dracul patched back to the border of the Abandoned Slums and the Cursed Wood. To his four elite Venomsquad agents, "Préparer au pire."
Reisel allowed the three to camp for a few moments longer before sending the command to move. They were to navigate to the Zomborgs, secure anyone they found, and the situation if at all possible. Damned they would try.
"Hâte" He sprung from one shadow to the next. A blip indicated another had moved, but for some reason one agent was still where he was. Reisel patched through, voice gruff, "Hâte"
After a hesitation, "Le récupéré tombés?"
"Avez-vous récupérer l'intelligence?"
"Oui-"
"Laissez-le," Reisel scrolled his comm volume down significantly after the exchange, pressing forth through the slums. To the zomborgs. They could investigate the insignia recovered and identify the force agent later. For now, zomborgs. Few stood in the way of the four who leaped through the shadows towards their partner in danger.
Meanwhile, the fifth member of the vampyric party ran for his fucking life. This, this? This was not what he had signed up for. However, duty and honor called him forth to the path of the warrior. Even his turning couldn't stop him from achieving this goal.
"Ghet Inzide! ghet inzide! Obtenez l'intérieur!" He fired off his gun from where he was, taking out a zomborg as it leaped at what looked to be a bum. Firing twice again he covered his own ass, jumping up on a light post to get a bit of height. Swinging around the vampyric soldier fired thrice straight down to take out whatever was clawing it's way up at him. In a now-or-never moment, he leaped for the nearest building and scrambled to the low roof. Now, here he was. One of four members of Venomsquad, an elite team for the Forces Vankoryth, investigating the potential apocalypse. He wasn't sure when the investigating ended and the running-for-his-life began, but what he did know was that he was not ready to die.
"Bien?" Riesel Dracul's rough voice patched through his comm. Their bleeps were getting closer, but not close enough, or soon enough. Behind him a wave of zomborgs chased him. Though the vampire ran from rooftop to rooftop, there was no mistaking the damage done below.
He winced as the screams of innocents echoed the street, but noticed many of the zomborgs had decided to take focus. A tank? Running with the crowd, safe from roof tops, he picked off zombies as they drew too close to people.
"Bien?!" The sounds of a blasted being fired echoed in Reisel's helmet as the question went unanswered for a moment longer.
"No."
Fahim jumped out of his sleep at the sound of weapons discharging, the Persian man was obviously startled. But, was just a small drop of piss hitting his underwear. He noticed the cybernetic corpses coming his way, but what could he do? Fahim sat there, staring at them as they approached.
He thought he'd died from an overdose one day, but it seemed he was wrong about that too. He was wrong about of things now that he thought back on his life. He was going to embrace a fitting, violent, end to an equally violent life.
Fahim took a deep breath, shut his eyes and waited for his demise.
His life was prolonged when a van came crashing into the horde, on the front of the van was something similar to a cowcatcher usually seen on trains. The two sliding doors on the van open, several black clad men leaning out with assault rifles, pistols, swords, and baseball bats.
Each man taking out as many of the cyborgs as they could.
Taco leaned out with a shotgun, blasting a zombie's head completely off as he passed it. "I guess he just... lost his head." The man joked, "Oh, that was horrible." Telford said, shaking his head.
He thought he'd died from an overdose one day, but it seemed he was wrong about that too. He was wrong about of things now that he thought back on his life. He was going to embrace a fitting, violent, end to an equally violent life.
Fahim took a deep breath, shut his eyes and waited for his demise.
His life was prolonged when a van came crashing into the horde, on the front of the van was something similar to a cowcatcher usually seen on trains. The two sliding doors on the van open, several black clad men leaning out with assault rifles, pistols, swords, and baseball bats.
Each man taking out as many of the cyborgs as they could.
Taco leaned out with a shotgun, blasting a zombie's head completely off as he passed it. "I guess he just... lost his head." The man joked, "Oh, that was horrible." Telford said, shaking his head.
Oberschütze Juskis Von Himmerstein shouted over the heavy machine gun, firing into the zombies as Heinrich pulled the det cord out his pocket, running down the stairs with the other three members of the squad, all with their weapons raised while Heinrich disarmed the plasma claymore and put it on his back, and Oberschütze Wilfred Steiner did the chains, opening the doors as the Panzer Iv turned to face the oncoming horde fully.
Himmerstein quickly lifted his LMG and ran down to the Panzer as the rest of the squad covered him, along with the tank commander who was sat in her seat with her head and arms out the hatch, firing away at the zombie horde, as it pressed ever closed. He jumped onto the tank and set up, while Heinrich, Steiner, Rosinfrive and Woods climbed on, opening fire with short bursts, effectively taking down the horde, pushing them back with all their fire power.
The Tank slowly started to reverse away from the horde while firing in rounds into the horde, killing hundreds at a time. It turned the corner and kept going, moving into the area of which voices were heard by the squad as the guns stopped firing. They jumped off and appeared on the same street as the group already there. The tank turned and roared up the street as the Cybrans came towards they, weapons raised just in case. "Hullo?!"
Himmerstein quickly lifted his LMG and ran down to the Panzer as the rest of the squad covered him, along with the tank commander who was sat in her seat with her head and arms out the hatch, firing away at the zombie horde, as it pressed ever closed. He jumped onto the tank and set up, while Heinrich, Steiner, Rosinfrive and Woods climbed on, opening fire with short bursts, effectively taking down the horde, pushing them back with all their fire power.
The Tank slowly started to reverse away from the horde while firing in rounds into the horde, killing hundreds at a time. It turned the corner and kept going, moving into the area of which voices were heard by the squad as the guns stopped firing. They jumped off and appeared on the same street as the group already there. The tank turned and roared up the street as the Cybrans came towards they, weapons raised just in case. "Hullo?!"
"I'm good!" Taco said as Biohazard lifted him up, "Patrick, you're the sniper, you know where that came from?" Taco asked, his tone of voice becoming deeper and more authoritative. This was Taco the soldier, not Taco the joker. It was time to be a little more serious when you had such a threat looming over your head.
"Everyone! Take cover!" Taco ordered, he himself pulling Fahim along as he moved to take cover behind of the makeshift homes. "Let's go, lad." Telford told Myles, gesturing for him to come along. "Ain't gonna be much use if you're dead, will ya'?" The Scotsman asked.
The sniper, snipers, were situated on the higher points in the slums. Old buildings, piles of debris, even an old water tower that was barely standing on it's own. Some heavy wind one day and that would be an old landmark that wouldn't be attracting tourists anymore.
The snipers opened fire again, firing on the cyborgs and their mutual enemies. It seemed no one was really safe. Whoever these guys were, they had no love for anyone but their own. It made sense when you knew they were Russian gangsters and terrorists, some of them former military.
And they were dangerous.
Too dangerous.
"Everyone! Take cover!" Taco ordered, he himself pulling Fahim along as he moved to take cover behind of the makeshift homes. "Let's go, lad." Telford told Myles, gesturing for him to come along. "Ain't gonna be much use if you're dead, will ya'?" The Scotsman asked.
The sniper, snipers, were situated on the higher points in the slums. Old buildings, piles of debris, even an old water tower that was barely standing on it's own. Some heavy wind one day and that would be an old landmark that wouldn't be attracting tourists anymore.
The snipers opened fire again, firing on the cyborgs and their mutual enemies. It seemed no one was really safe. Whoever these guys were, they had no love for anyone but their own. It made sense when you knew they were Russian gangsters and terrorists, some of them former military.
And they were dangerous.
Too dangerous.
"Patrick, do your thing. We're going to start pulling out, mindless drones are one thing, but fuckin' snipers? I like my face where it is. On my face. Keep Biohazard from getting deaded." Taco said, "Got it, Matty." Telford said, exchanging his assault rifle for the sniper rifle he carried. "Let's go." Taco ordered the others.
Taco and the rest of his team began to herd the civilians they found along, Fahim barely able to figure out what was going on. There were soldiers, or cops, or terrorists rounding people up. Zombies? Monsters? Gunfire. He was close to having a mental breakdown.
"Ripper-1, this is Ripper-4, we need you to bring the van a bit closer. We've got snipers out here and it's time to move out." Taco said over his commlink, "We have a mission, we can't just pull out now." Preston responded, "It's damn near done. We can grab a few of the civilians, pass the rest off to the other soldiers in the area. We can't help anyone dead." Taco argued.
"Point taken. Team Ripper, we're moving out." Preston said, "Grab anyone you can, throw them in the van and let's get the fuck out of here." The leader of the mercenary team ordered, "Double time."
Taco and the rest of his team began to herd the civilians they found along, Fahim barely able to figure out what was going on. There were soldiers, or cops, or terrorists rounding people up. Zombies? Monsters? Gunfire. He was close to having a mental breakdown.
"Ripper-1, this is Ripper-4, we need you to bring the van a bit closer. We've got snipers out here and it's time to move out." Taco said over his commlink, "We have a mission, we can't just pull out now." Preston responded, "It's damn near done. We can grab a few of the civilians, pass the rest off to the other soldiers in the area. We can't help anyone dead." Taco argued.
"Point taken. Team Ripper, we're moving out." Preston said, "Grab anyone you can, throw them in the van and let's get the fuck out of here." The leader of the mercenary team ordered, "Double time."
The setting changes from The Abandoned Slums to Shintenchi
High in local space,
HDS Firelance (Kammerjäger class battleship)
Command Bridge one,
15:00 Hours, Cybran Nation Time,
05:00 Hours local time
"Are we ready?" Sighed Admiral Starship as he walked up and down the control bridge, looking at his crew and planet below. His sliver hair catching the dim light from the ceiling lights. They need replaced... He turned and held onto the railing with a yawn, "Send the trasnports down. I want it away from the cities, choose the West side of that area that we talked about. It seems the less populated, so a better chance of creating an military force within a few hours than have no force to defend anything."
"Yes sir."
Western Shintenchi, close to the sea,
Cybran Dropship:
10 men,
2 Infantry support tanks (Panzer IV F5A3)
Touch down was always the thing Heinrich Ritter hated, no matter how many drops he did, there was always that gut feeling that something would go wrong. It had all came from his training to expect to die because of the planet drops in the smaller landing craft, but this one had went perfectly, like most of the drops onto planets with proper atmospheres. They had landed and the sudden jolt told the soldiers inside that it was the start... The start of something that could mean the end of them.
Richard Schaefer groaned, slowly standing to his feet as the light came on, his hands clammy after that drop. He slowly turned and walked off with his tank crews while the foot soldiers climber off to start clearing the area. The land was clearly farmed by first looks and well, the farmer would be pissed off now, and would be after the tanks rolled through the dirt and farmland.
Ritter quickly grabbed his rifle, running down the first access ramp onto the drop his, weapons raised, as did the rest of his ten man squad. A group of Interceptors went by at Mach two, blasting though the air before going back into space. Oh the glory of the Cybran Nation.
HDS Firelance (Kammerjäger class battleship)
Command Bridge one,
15:00 Hours, Cybran Nation Time,
05:00 Hours local time
"Are we ready?" Sighed Admiral Starship as he walked up and down the control bridge, looking at his crew and planet below. His sliver hair catching the dim light from the ceiling lights. They need replaced... He turned and held onto the railing with a yawn, "Send the trasnports down. I want it away from the cities, choose the West side of that area that we talked about. It seems the less populated, so a better chance of creating an military force within a few hours than have no force to defend anything."
"Yes sir."
Western Shintenchi, close to the sea,
Cybran Dropship:
10 men,
2 Infantry support tanks (Panzer IV F5A3)
Touch down was always the thing Heinrich Ritter hated, no matter how many drops he did, there was always that gut feeling that something would go wrong. It had all came from his training to expect to die because of the planet drops in the smaller landing craft, but this one had went perfectly, like most of the drops onto planets with proper atmospheres. They had landed and the sudden jolt told the soldiers inside that it was the start... The start of something that could mean the end of them.
Richard Schaefer groaned, slowly standing to his feet as the light came on, his hands clammy after that drop. He slowly turned and walked off with his tank crews while the foot soldiers climber off to start clearing the area. The land was clearly farmed by first looks and well, the farmer would be pissed off now, and would be after the tanks rolled through the dirt and farmland.
Ritter quickly grabbed his rifle, running down the first access ramp onto the drop his, weapons raised, as did the rest of his ten man squad. A group of Interceptors went by at Mach two, blasting though the air before going back into space. Oh the glory of the Cybran Nation.
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