by Doc 42 » Sat Aug 02, 2008 5:49 pm
The machine was blown back by the shots, plumiting down the huge cavern.... then it slowed to a hover, a blur of red fizzleing away from sight infront of it, the drone's armour completely unmarked. Its arm swung up, the weapon the front glowing a bright blue. The end of the gun opened up and another blue stream blasted out, this one swirling towards Gold.... while out in the open, the machine had almost infinite room to maneuver...
The Cypher didn't notice the others stopping, his mind noticed the small click as he stood on seemless pressure tile a moment too late. Something flashed down the hall way, then a grenade hammered into the machines shield, just activated in time. The explosion send the machine flying back onto its back, red dust combusting around it... With a mechanical snarl of rage, the Cypher angrily rolled over onto its taloned feet, The dual gun barrels above his eyes opening up with gunfire, tearing the concealed grenade launcher to peices...
The battle suddenly came into sight, Joey's tripod rising higher into the air.... the city was laid infront of him, the small hill giving him a much better view... He opened up a zoom window on the Plaza where the rest of Skyfire were converging on. The rebels had mustered a suprising amount of force, urban combat mechs and gunships flowing in on them. Then he an explosion poping up next to Drek's tripod as it exited a street, the machine leaning with the force and bashing into the building opposite it, more explosions poped up around its armoured shell and legs. He brought the zoom window closer, running several scans with trained movements of his fingers, radiation was highlighted around the building on the opposite side of the street, some sort of ambush. Then he heard Drek calling across the radio "Skyfire 3, taking heavy shield damage, we got adv infantary here!" Mac cursed over the radio "Sky fire6, Newbie, this is your moment! keep us covered! Vicky, head for the river. Adam, make best speed to the space port and blow to sh**"
Adv infantary.... one of the most dangerous things in warfare.
Joey spotted them, three soilders sprinting across a rooftop, several buildings away from Drek. they leapt through the air, he brought up his ion cannons. Dammit! The soilders smashed through some windows on the next building, proceeding through cover. Then he spotted another one, a suited soilder falling into a crouch opposite Drek's Invader and bringing up a telescopic rocket launcher. The weapons spat out a puff of smoke and a missile zipped out, hammering into Drek's shield directly, no special nano shield detonateing it prematurely. The result was obvious even from Joey's point of view, the Invader surrounded by a sheet of fizzleing red... The soilder leapt through the air actually summersaulting through the hole in the shield and landing onto the Invader, his rifle spitting rounds into the machines armour. Another leapt through the air. Joey's index finger slid across the touch pad, a blue line connected to a blue figure on his targeter screen. He clicked his thumb down. With an echoing thump, a white beam connected the weapon to the rebel adv soilder so many miles away, the entire surface of the suit exploded, the man inside it being imploded and incinerated at the same time... In mid air. Another beam connected his second ion cannon to a third soilder prepareing to jump, suffering a similar fate to that of his comrade. The others scattered. Drek's tripod stumbled down the street, leaning this way and that as explosions ripped through its armour, the soilder ontop of it indiscriminately doing his best to cripple the machine. Two clawed hands extended out from the tripods shell, twisting around and snakeing towards the soilder, scrabbleing to get a hold of the troublesome soilder. An explosion marked a grenade hammering into one and blowing it back, but then the other swooped in and grabbed hold of the adv soilders back, pulling him into the air and flinging him towards the ground. Joey heard Drek gloat over the radio "Got you you little motherf***er" One of the Invaders feet rose into the air and then swung down, pancakeing the downed soilder, a sparking flash poping up around its foot as the suits reactor went off.
Joey panned his view screen around slightly, examining the buildings. There was still more Adv infantary out there, and he wanted to bag a few more of them...

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**** off TT"-Doc 42
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