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Post by howlingskinwalker on Feb 22, 2017 19:27:59 GMT
Narcisa hugged the bulky Gaußgewehr-88 closer to her chest, drawing comfort from the heavy weapon. Alongside her walked more of the BSK, patrolling down the street with weapons at the ready. At random intervals, a citizen would be picked from the mass of those walking to and from work, to be stopped then identified and questioned. As usual, it was raining, the droplets trickling down the tigress' ears and making them twitch in discomfort. Nobody was talking or speaking, the only sounds being the rain hitting concrete and the rattle of trains as they crossed the railroad. She looked behind her at the massive bipedal MT that was patrolling along with them- more than fourteen meters tall- its armoured arms hefting a large belt-fed 30mm cannon while a heavy machinegun scanned from its shoulder mounting. She knew that Annette, the short, punky lioness, was watching from within her armoured cockpit and decided to give the pilot a wave before turning back and continuing walking. They were heading along one of the roads, which split into several narrows streets that lead to the Prole district.
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Post by howlingskinwalker on Feb 23, 2017 22:14:38 GMT
Narcisa hugged the bulky Gaußgewehr-88 closer to her chest, drawing comfort from the heavy weapon. Alongside her walked more of the BSK, patrolling down the street with weapons at the ready. At random intervals, a citizen would be picked from the mass of those walking to and from work, to be stopped then identified and questioned. As usual, it was raining, the droplets trickling down the tigress' ears and making them twitch in discomfort. Nobody was talking or speaking, the only sounds being the rain hitting concrete and the rattle of trains as they crossed the railroad. She looked behind her at the massive bipedal MT that was patrolling along with them- more than fourteen meters tall- its armoured arms hefting a large belt-fed 30mm cannon while a heavy machinegun scanned from its shoulder mounting. She knew that Annette, the short, punky lioness, was watching from within her armoured cockpit and decided to give the pilot a wave before turning back and continuing walking. They were heading along one of the roads, which split into several narrows streets that lead to the Prole district. (Sorry this took me so long to reply, been cleaning the house and doing college work) Ashtrek swiftly walked up to Narcisa, her long black psuedo-leather trench-coat flowing behind her, keeping the rain off the Lieutenant's recon power armor. She was holding a briefcase computer (Berechnungsgerät) with the ParteiPolizei emblem engraved onto it. "You there. I'm taking control of your Patrol under Military Code HE-14 A-8, order of the ParteiPolizei. We've received Intelligence that enemy agents are going to attempt to make their way into the city." She then leaned in and whispered to the Tigress to ensure no one but the soldiers would hear. "The Swine have supposedly found a route around our patrols and watch towers. I can't pull any teams off the trains in case it's a diversion." She then started speaking loudly to put on a show for the civilians. "But not to worry, the BSK will deal with these retched Frankfurtian scum." she handed the Berechnungsgerät to Narcisa and saluted. "Have your soldiers review this. I am certain They would rather listen to their sergeant than a Series III." Narcisa saluted quickly in the presence of an officer. Her men followed suit, snapping up smart salutes. "At once Lieutenant" she rigidly replied, readying her assault weapon and turning to her men. The idea of enemy agents infiltrating into her city made her blood boil, she had been trained and readied for this for all her life. After a lifetime of conditioning to violence, her heart was pumping and racing. She motioned for her men to fall in, rallying around her. Annette provided cover, traversing her huge 30mm cannon over the massive grey rooftops that surrounded them. "We've been taken control by ParteiPolizei" she told them, her lips drawing back to display her curving fangs "We have reports of enemy infiltrators within one of the Prole districts" she watched her soldiers snarl and growl at the very idea, their fingers already reaching for their triggers. She grabbed the Berechnungsgerät and opened the bulky metal shell up, the screen blaring as it opened up. The rain dripped off its waterproof controls as she displayed the report to her unit, wary of the Lieutenant skulking around behind her. The text on the screen read: WARNING: MULTIPLE ARMED INFILTRATIORS DISCOVERED AT CORDINATES A-2-3-4-F-1-6-9. LIGHT TO HEAVY INFANTRY WEAPONS REPORTED. POSSIBLE ANTI-MT WEAPONRY: NOT CONFIRMED. INFILTRATIORS CONVERING AT DEVLOPMENT SITE BETWEEN TWO PROLETARIAT FLATS. IMPERATIVE THAT SCUM ARE ELIMINATED. PARTIPOLIZEI TO PROVIDE INTEL WHEN DEEMED NECESSARY |
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Post by howlingskinwalker on Feb 25, 2017 16:48:28 GMT
Narcisa saluted quickly in the presence of an officer. Her men followed suit, snapping up smart salutes. "At once Lieutenant" she rigidly replied, readying her assault weapon and turning to her men. The idea of enemy agents infiltrating into her city made her blood boil, she had been trained and readied for this for all her life. After a lifetime of conditioning to violence, her heart was pumping and racing. She motioned for her men to fall in, rallying around her. Annette provided cover, traversing her huge 30mm cannon over the massive grey rooftops that surrounded them. "We've been taken control by ParteiPolizei" she told them, her lips drawing back to display her curving fangs "We have reports of enemy infiltrators within one of the Prole districts" she watched her soldiers snarl and growl at the very idea, their fingers already reaching for their triggers. She grabbed the Berechnungsgerät and opened the bulky metal shell up, the screen blaring as it opened up. The rain dripped off its waterproof controls as she displayed the report to her unit, wary of the Lieutenant skulking around behind her. The text on the screen read: WARNING: MULTIPLE ARMED INFILTRATIORS DISCOVERED AT CORDINATES A-2-3-4-F-1-6-9. LIGHT TO HEAVY INFANTRY WEAPONS REPORTED. POSSIBLE ANTI-MT WEAPONRY: NOT CONFIRMED. INFILTRATIORS CONVERING AT DEVLOPMENT SITE BETWEEN TWO PROLETARIAT FLATS. IMPERATIVE THAT SCUM ARE ELIMINATED. PARTIPOLIZEI TO PROVIDE INTEL WHEN DEEMED NECESSARY Ashtrek frowned at the words "when deemed necessary", like information that could save the lives of these soldiers if something went south weren't necessary. Something was Fishy here. Ashtrek knew that she was disposable, a Series III who was still online despite the fact Series IV was already out and Series V was on the way, but these people under her weren't Proles, they weren't Humans, and thusly they weren't replaceable. She drew her Partikelpistole-96 and made sure the Aether Battery was firmly in place, turning to Narcisa. "Lead the way, Sergeant. I trust your judgement and faith in the party." The person who's faith in the party she was having doubts with was her own. "At once ma'am" Narcisa saluted again, before leading her group off in a brisk run down the long concrete road, pushing past proles and workers who owed their heads and moved out of the way as quickly as possible. Their Gaußgewehr-88 rifles clattered against their body armour as they ran, making an awful lot of noise as they ran along as quickly as possible. She checked all nine of the BK troops were keeping up before throwing a glance over to the MT behind them. Annette was powering the walker along with strong, powerful strides: its bulky feet crunching down on the solid concrete with every step, the burnished belt of shells for the 30mm rattled as it cashed with the weapon and ammunition hopper. "When we get there" she told her troops "Form up positions and ready to move in on the building site. We got proles nearby, so put on a show of crushing the swine!" "Yes Alpha-sergeant" growled one of her corporals, the wolf already jittering with the idea of glorious combat against the traitorous swine. The others all growled and bayed, pumping their legs as they ran. "I'm in a mood to paint the walls with traitor blood" boasted Annette from inside her cockpit, easily keeping up with the others. Her lioness ears were covered in piercings that clinked against her headset. She was nearly immobile in her padded seat, the reinforced harness locked down around her to counter the recoil from the cannon and impacts from enemy munitions. "Whatever winzige" Narcisa taunted back, knowing the lioness would be riled by the taunt. "Keep it down and try not to cause too much unnecessary damage" They soon arrived in the prole districts, running down the street, surrounded by the tall grey flats filled with meek proles who shied away from the BSK troops. Huge screens blared political slogans and Alpha Engel's face as they made their way through. Narcisa called a halt, all her troops taking cover behind rubbish skips and piles of trash. She turned to the Series III that accompanied them and asked. "What would you have us do, Herr Lieutenant? They were sighted two streets over" |
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Post by howlingskinwalker on Mar 1, 2017 18:33:01 GMT
( howlingskinwalker Sorry it's taken me so long, combination of a super busy weekend and a lack of Stromschnellen related ideas) The lieutenant sniffed the air, then turned to Sgt. Narcisa. "I believe the ideal thing would be for Annette to set up a kill box away from the civilians and for us to lead them into it." She said. She was of course making this up, series IIIs almost always worked alone and she'd never lead troops before in her life. Hell, if it was just a few infiltrators with rumored anti MT weaponry, why didn't the send her in alone anyways? Why risk an MT? She was becoming increasingly paranoid that this wasn't a sting at all. It might be her "retirement party". "We should split into two teams. A pincer maneuver, where there only means of escape is directly into Annette's kill box. That'll show the traitors. You're with me, Sergeant." (no worries) The lieutenant looked off, Narcisa decided. She must be covering up some kind of fear or paranoia. It was an unusual mission, she reflected, but it was not right to question the will of Alpha Engel. if her leader demanded it, she would gladly give her own life. "Very well lieutenant" she nodded, reaching up and engaging the bulky headset she had clipped to her helmet. "Annette? Pull back and work your MT round to the intersection on the north side of the objective. We'll flush them out and force the scum to come towards you" "Then I kill them" grinned the lioness, grabbing the controls and turning her MT around. She licked her lips hungrily as the large walker stomped away down the street. There were two things that gave you enjoyment in the BSK. Killing scum and sex. And there was plenty of both to go around. Soon she was hunkered down, slowly scanning her huge cannon across the street and readying for battle. Once it was confirmed the MT was in position, Narcisa motioned forwards. She and her men stalked towards the building site, hunkered over and weapons raised, the series III walking behind. It was raining more heavily, the water pooling around their feet and turning the exposed earth and grit into slushy mud that sucked at their boots. |
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Post by howlingskinwalker on Mar 29, 2017 20:23:38 GMT
Only 27 days late! The lieutenant looked off, Narcisa decided. She must be covering up some kind of fear or paranoia. It was an unusual mission, she reflected, but it was not right to question the will of Alpha Engel. if her leader demanded it, she would gladly give her own life. "Very well lieutenant" she nodded, reaching up and engaging the bulky headset she had clipped to her helmet. "Annette? Pull back and work your MT round to the intersection on the north side of the objective. We'll flush them out and force the scum to come towards you" "Then I kill them" grinned the lioness, grabbing the controls and turning her MT around. She licked her lips hungrily as the large walker stomped away down the street. There were two things that gave you enjoyment in the BSK. Killing scum and sex. And there was plenty of both to go around. Soon she was hunkered down, slowly scanning her huge cannon across the street and readying for battle. Once it was confirmed the MT was in position, Narcisa motioned forwards. She and her men stalked towards the building site, hunkered over and weapons raised, the series III walking behind. It was raining more heavily, the water pooling around their feet and turning the exposed earth and grit into slushy mud that sucked at their boots. Ashtrek could rest easier with the MT out of the way, and pads behind Narcisa. "There shouldn't be any BSK in the area, engage anyone who's armed and not part of your squad once we reach the construction site. That's an order. The traitors could have stolen uniforms and identification transmitters. I don't care who they say they are, if they are not your squad, then they are not BSK and deserve to be met with the harshest punishment." The large Draco-fox said, hoping the Tigress and her squad could weed out her retirement party while her mind raced with ways to get out of the city if she was indeed being 'recovered' and recycled or placed in cold storage. She hoped she was just being paranoid. Her squad fanned out, passing by large cargo crates as well as evidence of activity. One of her men stooped down beside a circular bin filled with ashes, obviously having been used as a fire. His barrel scraped through the mud and grit to uncover ration packaging, both from state-sanctioned sources as well as illegal Frankfurtian rations- all recently discarded. The bear in question growled, displaying his scarred lips and rows of teeth. "Got evidence of someone staying over here" he grunted across the radio. "Fires and ration packs" "I'll throw it in the report" Narcisa growled back, her rifle already slipping into her shoulder. She didn't like it, her ears twitched under her helmet and her fur began to stand on end. Her long Bengali tiger tail nervously swished from side to side in pouring rain as she scanned across the skeletal structures of the unfinished buildings, the dark shadows giving any assailant plenty of space to hide. Two of her men moved forwards, coming up to a massive hole in the earth, presumably where the builders planned to install piping, sewage or foundations. The two predators, a cat and a fox moved towards the lip, the rearmost fox readying a grenade should it be needed. His catcomrade peered over the lip, squinting down the sights of his rifle. He saw bodies. Three. Clad in tattered mix of civilian clothes and greenish fatigues of Frankfurtian troops. Two horses and a boar. All executed with neat shots to the head. He thumbed the radio. "Ma'am" he snarled "I got three dead scum here. Executed before we got here. Fresh. Something's up" Naricssa was too preoccupied, she was about to reply when she saw something move in the shadows of the building. Too late to shout a warning. There was the rapid crack of rifles. The cat was first to go, his chest blowing open in a spray of vivid blood as the force of the impact knocked him backwards. He collided with the fox who had enough time to yelp in shock and terror before the impact of multiple hits sent him tumbling into the pit, bleeding profusely amongst the slaughtered Frankfurtians. All of the squad threw themselves to the floor or behind cover as along the half-finished landings, the attackers opened up with Gaußgewehr-88s and LangueSchuss-92s. The bear was too slow, rounds taking him squarely in the jaw and face, flinging him into a puddle where he bled out quickly. Narcissa swung her rifle up and opened fire on the attackers; they seemed to be wearing BSK uniforms but fitted with long black raincapes and gasmasks. Traitors she hissed. ( The LangueSchuss-92 is a bolt action, clip fed sniper rifle with both iron sights and a fold out scope. Popular with BSK security forces in security towers or guarding train carriages due to its long range, good accuracy and high penetrating power) |
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Post by howlingskinwalker on Mar 30, 2017 22:45:12 GMT
Her squad fanned out, passing by large cargo crates as well as evidence of activity. One of her men stooped down beside a circular bin filled with ashes, obviously having been used as a fire. His barrel scraped through the mud and grit to uncover ration packaging, both from state-sanctioned sources as well as illegal Frankfurtian rations- all recently discarded. The bear in question growled, displaying his scarred lips and rows of teeth. "Got evidence of someone staying over here" he grunted across the radio. "Fires and ration packs" "I'll throw it in the report" Narcisa growled back, her rifle already slipping into her shoulder. She didn't like it, her ears twitched under her helmet and her fur began to stand on end. Her long Bengali tiger tail nervously swished from side to side in pouring rain as she scanned across the skeletal structures of the unfinished buildings, the dark shadows giving any assailant plenty of space to hide. Two of her men moved forwards, coming up to a massive hole in the earth, presumably where the builders planned to install piping, sewage or foundations. The two predators, a cat and a fox moved towards the lip, the rearmost fox readying a grenade should it be needed. His cat comrade peered over the lip, squinting down the sights of his rifle. He saw bodies. Three. Clad in tattered mix of civilian clothes and greenish fatigues of Frankfurtian troops. Two horses and a boar. All executed with neat shots to the head. He thumbed the radio. "Ma'am" he snarled "I got three dead scum here. Executed before we got here. Fresh. Something's up" Naricssa was too preoccupied, she was about to reply when she saw something move in the shadows of the building. Too late to shout a warning. There was the rapid crack of rifles. The cat was first to go, his chest blowing open in a spray of vivid blood as the force of the impact knocked him backwards. He collided with the fox who had enough time to yelp in shock and terror before the impact of multiple hits sent him tumbling into the pit, bleeding profusely amongst the slaughtered Frankfurtians. All of the squad threw themselves to the floor or behind cover as along the half-finished landings, the attackers opened up with Gaußgewehr-88s and LangueSchuss-92s. The bear was too slow, rounds taking him squarely in the jaw and face, flinging him into a puddle where he bled out quickly. Narcissa swung her rifle up and opened fire on the attackers; they seemed to be wearing BSK uniforms but fitted with long black raincapes and gasmasks. Traitors she hissed Ashtrek flipped up her Suit's Y-rack, the double barrel shoulder mounted launcher named for the shape of its Feed system, and got behind cover. She tossed Narcissa what looked like a smaller variant of the GG-88's underbarrel Grenade Launcher covered in wires and a transmitter. "That's a Leichtelanze-Mk IV Target Painter for the Y-Rack. You're my eyes now sergeant, understand? You keep that pointed towards the enemy, and anything 5 feet from that little green dot in my firing arc dies. I'm going to help get you and your squad out of this." She said, grabbing the other Fox and dragging him and his puddle of blood to cover. There was nothing her gift could do for the bear or cat, but she wasn't losing this fox! She focused, the Blood separating from the dirt and rain it had been mixing with and running back up to his wounds and viens. "Corporal, lay down suppressing fire with that chaingun! Medical Officer, as soon as they're pinned down, you run over here as fast and unpredictably as you can while you're being covered! Sergeant, you let me know when to fire the Y-rack!", the fox starting to bleed out again as she lost focus. "Oh no you don't. You aren't dying on me before you kill a traitor, Private. You need to earn your keep for Valhalla!" She growled, now focusing on making the fox's blood pump. Narcisa took hold of the Target painter, the concrete beam she was crouching behind being pock-marked with impact after impact. The fire was accurate and effective, pinning them down. She glanced past the pillar and fired off a one-handed burst from her assault rifle. The upper floors were filled with the traitors, while a squad was emerging from the lower floor, moving out into the open while laying down more and more fire. "Do what she says!" she yelled at her troops, firing off more bursts before her clip ran dry. The wolf who carried the MG-148 rested his weapon atop a pile of concrete blocks and began to lay down suppressing fire, streams of red tracer racing towards the enemy positions. The bullets knocked showers of dust and fragments from the walls while ripping into a fair few of the attackers, cutting them apart like paper. The gunner kept on firing as the Medic got to her feet and ran as quickly as she could through the mud and pouring rain to reach to Lieutenant. Bullets narrowly missed the dog as she scrambled over and dived into cover beside Ashtrek and the wounded solider, panting heavily but still alive. She fumbled about in her supplies to remove a few dressings, pressing them against the many holes in his body, all bleeding profusely. The chaingun suddenly went dry as the feed jammed, resulting in the enemy trying to press their advantage. They spread out more, dispersing out which made them harder to identify. More sniper and assault rifle fire came their way: an unfortunate monitor lizard yelling in pain as a LangeSchuss round blew his throat out, before collapsing in the grit- dead. Narcisa snarled, her squad was getting picked off one by one, and there seemed to be plenty of the traitors around. They were outnumbered. Enraged, the Tiger stood up from cover and brazenly began firing her Gaußgewehr one-handed while the other held the Leichtelanze-Mk IV firmly pointed at an unfinished landing where she had seen at least ten of the attackers crouched among the shadows. Bullets whined and cracked around her as she bared her fangs in a bestial snarl. "Now lieutenant!" If this worked it would even the numbers a little. But they'd still have to fight their way out. |
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Post by howlingskinwalker on Apr 9, 2017 16:56:54 GMT
Narcisa took hold of the Target painter, the concrete beam she was crouching behind being pock-marked with impact after impact. The fire was accurate and effective, pinning them down. She glanced past the pillar and fired off a one-handed burst from her assault rifle. The upper floors were filled with the traitors, while a squad was emerging from the lower floor, moving out into the open while laying down more and more fire. "Do what she says!" she yelled at her troops, firing off more bursts before her clip ran dry. The wolf who carried the MG-148 rested his weapon atop a pile of concrete blocks and began to lay down surprising fire, streams of red tracer racing towards the enemy positions. The bullets knocked showers of dust and fragments from the walls while ripping into a few of the attackers, cutting them apart like paper. The gunner kept on firing as the Medic got to her feet and ran as quickly as she could through the mud and pouring rain to reach to Lieutenant. Bullets narrowly missed the dog as she scrambled over and dived into cover beside Ashtrek and the wounded solider, panting heavily but still alive. She fumbled about in her supplies to remove a few dressing, pressing them against the many holes in his body, all bleeding profusely. The chaingun suddenly went dry as the feed jammed, resulting in the enemy trying to press their advantage. They spread out more, dispersing out which made them harder to identify. More sniper and assault rifle fire came their way, an unfortunate monitor lizard yelling in pain as a LangeSchuss round blew his throat out, before collapsing in the grit, dead. Narcisa snarled, her squad was getting picked off one by one, and there seemed to be plenty of the traitors around. They were outnumbered. Enraged, the Tiger stood up from cover and brazenly began firing her Gaußgewehr one-handed while the other held the Leichtelanze-Mk IV firmly pointed at an unfinished landing where she had seen at least ten of the attackers crouched among the shadows. Bullets whined and cracked around her as she bared her fangs in a bestial snarl. "Now lieutenant!" If this worked it would even the numbers a little. But they'd still have to fight their way out. Ashtrek fired off a Volley of Micro munitions from her Y-rack on the Sergeant's signal, the launcher firing them off in a arc. They impacted against the target, exploding violently, disintegrating the BSK units who had been clustered together with two miniaturized Tactical Fusion warheads. She tosses the Wolf her GG-86 Heavy Gauss Rifle, whilst preparing a concussion grenade. "80 rounds, so Short Controlled burts! And if you hit me, Corporal, I swear to the protectorate that I will Eat you." She unslung her Halberd, lobbing the concussion grenade at the enemy. When it went off, The tigress would see the massive Fox-Dragon leaping out of cover and charging the enemy lines as she let out a blood curdling, bowel loosening roar. She slides under a bolt of inaccurate gauss Fire, bisecting one of the BSK with a clean swing from her Halberd. "I will dine on your souls in Valhalla, traitors!" She declared. The explosions ripped through the top floor, sending chunks of concrete and rubble flying through the air. The dust and ash that once was traitors swirled on the currents of superheated air. However, there was still plenty of the rogue BSK troops around. She considered calling in Annette but seeing her lieutenant dash into the fire of combat, she decided against it. Her gloved hands wrenched back the bolt on the Heavy Guass rifle and gave the trigger a quick pull. The kick was like a raging bull, smashing into her shoulder. The weapon was rested on a pock-marked wall as she began to blast away, choosing individual snipers and gunners that she blew into clouds of bloody mist. More bullets came her way, many missing her closely. The rest of her squad was still pinned down, and she couldn't help feeling that the net was tightening around them as she blasted away. |
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