Post by farcry11 on May 13, 2014 21:06:06 GMT
They were called grunts. Legs. They marched, climbed, crawled, through the forests and the fields. Every few hours, they would recharge from the battery pack lugged by Parke- the biggest IPC in the unit. They carried a variety of weapons- black market Matebas, Squaddie SMGs, AK-88 Assault rifles, Q-17 grenade launchers, wrist cannons, Smith N' Glaxon Colt pistols. Anti-perssonel mines, portable combat drones, tri-barrel combat shotguns. They grabbed and left armaments as they went, picking up belts of ammo, satchels full of grenades. Some of them carried combat knives, others carried machetes. There were about 35 IPC Combat Units in the squad, all armed to the teeth.
There was Ears, the communications officer. He lugged the portable telecoms array, on top of his backpack. Parke, a Model XII Valor "Bruiser" chassis, carried the charging station, as well as numerous chains of laser cells. He was the only one big enough to wield the Vulcan Gatling Laser. Kendo, a sleeker, more silent Model IV "Betrayer" chassis, carried a myriad collection of knives and blades.
The squad leader, nicknamed Sarge, wasn't exactly specialized. A simple Model II Bravado chassis, he was designed as a grunt- cannon fodder- but he excelled at leading his fellow IPCs. He carried a signaler, an officer's rapier, a customized Mateba, an AK-88U. He carried the very existence of his unit.
They were on a mission- to meet up with Danie Coatzee. He was a commandant in service to New Oranje, whom Sarge, his squad, and countless other soldiers were assisting in fighting the insurgents. NanoTrasen had apparently found the Oranjean's business to be profitable.
Coatzee was officially a commandant, to be sure- on the side, he ran drugs, guns, and slaves. A sociopath, Sarge had been told- but an effective ally nonetheless. The IPC and his unit were to meet up with Coatzee and assist him during operation "Bloedrooi Sonsopkoms"- Crimson Sunrise. A massive frontal assault by both NT and Oranjean forces on the rebel stronghold of Gaaver City- an important tactical point, rife with missile installations and listening posts. Coatzee and Sarge's team were to infiltrate the city before the assault proper, and sabotage key systems- a dangerous task indeed.
They found Coatzee in a bombed out building twenty miles from Gaaver City, surrounded by his men. He sat on a piece of charred masonry, his fingers entwined, staring at the entire squad of whirring, beeping machines. He stood slowly, then nodded, saying something in an indecipherable accent- likely a sign it was time to go. The two units fell in to a loose formation as night fell.
They made it in to the city at midnight, slipping quietly through the shelled, destitute streets. They encountered insurgents along the way, but they were quickly and silently dispatched- their throats slit and their bodies hidden. Sarge was impressed at the efficiency and ferocity of Coatzee- the man acted with a killer instinct that was almost animal.
Eventually, the combined force arrived at their target- a dilapidated building that was being used as a comms relay and missile installation simultaneously. Two guards stood at the doorway- Kendo took out one with a throwing knife, and one of Coatzee's men, named Dutch, dispatched the other with a shot from a silenced pistol. The team moved up to the door, and Sarge kicked it open.
They were greeted by row upon row of dead or dying rebels. Not only combatants, but civilians- women, children. Everyone that had the strength to stared at the door in horror as the task force- about 60 men in total, came pouring in. Sarge stood next to Coatzee as their men lined up behind them. Sarge turned to the commandant.
"Seems they're using this place as a hospital, to boot. No guards on this floor, it seems- what would you suggest we do?", the IPC asked. Danie merely stared at him, then gave a twisted grin.
"Kell the koonts."
Sarge nodded to his men, and the task force raised their weapons.
It was over in three minutes. All the living patients had been killed, and the floor was awash with blood. Sarge looked towards a staircase- no rebels coming down, meaning they had to have been scared shitless.
"Move in for the kill," said the IPC leader. The team formed up, trooping up the stairs to the second floor. They quickly fanned out, blasting through the poorly trained rebels like a warm knife cuts through butter. Within ten minutes, both the relay and the missile launchers had been completely trashed. When it was over, Coatzee and Sarge stared at each other, their clothes splattered with blood and viscera. They nodded, and Sarge radioed in that the mission was accomplished.
The following massacre lasted the better part of the day. The combined NT-Oranje army moved in at the first light of the morning, and took the disorganized rebels completely by surprise. The city fell within the hour, and thus began the systematic killing of almost every single citizen of Gaaver- very few escaped. Afterwards, when the looting and killing had ended and all the men had withdrawn, the city was bombarded from orbit- becoming nothing more than a pile of rubble.
Sarge and Coatzee shook hands as the city burned, exchanged pleasantries. Both had been pleased to find what was, in some ways, a kindred spirit- a man who lived for war, who was cruel and coarse by nature. They congratulated each other on a job well done, and parted ways.
As Sarge left the wreckage of Gaaver behind, he had the strangest feeling that he would see the Commandant again.
There was Ears, the communications officer. He lugged the portable telecoms array, on top of his backpack. Parke, a Model XII Valor "Bruiser" chassis, carried the charging station, as well as numerous chains of laser cells. He was the only one big enough to wield the Vulcan Gatling Laser. Kendo, a sleeker, more silent Model IV "Betrayer" chassis, carried a myriad collection of knives and blades.
The squad leader, nicknamed Sarge, wasn't exactly specialized. A simple Model II Bravado chassis, he was designed as a grunt- cannon fodder- but he excelled at leading his fellow IPCs. He carried a signaler, an officer's rapier, a customized Mateba, an AK-88U. He carried the very existence of his unit.
They were on a mission- to meet up with Danie Coatzee. He was a commandant in service to New Oranje, whom Sarge, his squad, and countless other soldiers were assisting in fighting the insurgents. NanoTrasen had apparently found the Oranjean's business to be profitable.
Coatzee was officially a commandant, to be sure- on the side, he ran drugs, guns, and slaves. A sociopath, Sarge had been told- but an effective ally nonetheless. The IPC and his unit were to meet up with Coatzee and assist him during operation "Bloedrooi Sonsopkoms"- Crimson Sunrise. A massive frontal assault by both NT and Oranjean forces on the rebel stronghold of Gaaver City- an important tactical point, rife with missile installations and listening posts. Coatzee and Sarge's team were to infiltrate the city before the assault proper, and sabotage key systems- a dangerous task indeed.
They found Coatzee in a bombed out building twenty miles from Gaaver City, surrounded by his men. He sat on a piece of charred masonry, his fingers entwined, staring at the entire squad of whirring, beeping machines. He stood slowly, then nodded, saying something in an indecipherable accent- likely a sign it was time to go. The two units fell in to a loose formation as night fell.
They made it in to the city at midnight, slipping quietly through the shelled, destitute streets. They encountered insurgents along the way, but they were quickly and silently dispatched- their throats slit and their bodies hidden. Sarge was impressed at the efficiency and ferocity of Coatzee- the man acted with a killer instinct that was almost animal.
Eventually, the combined force arrived at their target- a dilapidated building that was being used as a comms relay and missile installation simultaneously. Two guards stood at the doorway- Kendo took out one with a throwing knife, and one of Coatzee's men, named Dutch, dispatched the other with a shot from a silenced pistol. The team moved up to the door, and Sarge kicked it open.
They were greeted by row upon row of dead or dying rebels. Not only combatants, but civilians- women, children. Everyone that had the strength to stared at the door in horror as the task force- about 60 men in total, came pouring in. Sarge stood next to Coatzee as their men lined up behind them. Sarge turned to the commandant.
"Seems they're using this place as a hospital, to boot. No guards on this floor, it seems- what would you suggest we do?", the IPC asked. Danie merely stared at him, then gave a twisted grin.
"Kell the koonts."
Sarge nodded to his men, and the task force raised their weapons.
It was over in three minutes. All the living patients had been killed, and the floor was awash with blood. Sarge looked towards a staircase- no rebels coming down, meaning they had to have been scared shitless.
"Move in for the kill," said the IPC leader. The team formed up, trooping up the stairs to the second floor. They quickly fanned out, blasting through the poorly trained rebels like a warm knife cuts through butter. Within ten minutes, both the relay and the missile launchers had been completely trashed. When it was over, Coatzee and Sarge stared at each other, their clothes splattered with blood and viscera. They nodded, and Sarge radioed in that the mission was accomplished.
The following massacre lasted the better part of the day. The combined NT-Oranje army moved in at the first light of the morning, and took the disorganized rebels completely by surprise. The city fell within the hour, and thus began the systematic killing of almost every single citizen of Gaaver- very few escaped. Afterwards, when the looting and killing had ended and all the men had withdrawn, the city was bombarded from orbit- becoming nothing more than a pile of rubble.
Sarge and Coatzee shook hands as the city burned, exchanged pleasantries. Both had been pleased to find what was, in some ways, a kindred spirit- a man who lived for war, who was cruel and coarse by nature. They congratulated each other on a job well done, and parted ways.
As Sarge left the wreckage of Gaaver behind, he had the strangest feeling that he would see the Commandant again.
