Futuristic 522nd Interstellar Marines, operations group Fox | IC

[DarkianMaker]

Chapter 1: The Tanteus Campaign​

24th of August, Sol 2747 | 0531 ship time
FIS Heavy Cruiser HC-612 'Harper's Fury'
High orbit above core world Tanteus
522nd Interstellar Marines, Fourth Battalion, Fox Company, Second Platoon
Lieutenant Adam Waterman

"It's going to be a hot one again, as usual." Waterman muttered to himself as he leaned against the side of the Banshee and read what objective they had to secure today. The local forces were apparently struggling to keep the spaceport secure from hostile incursion and thus the civilian evacuation was at risk or any attempt to land bigger transports would be very hazardous. This lead to the current orders, to land south of the spaceport and secure a landing zone from which they would be able to harass the enemy forces, the only problem was that the area wasn't under friendly control anymore. He looked on as the hangar crews attached Werewolves to their respective drop ships and made final checks before they would be cleared for launch. "Shake the lead out lads!" He yelled at his marines as they came to the Banshee in full gear with a steady sprint. "Find your seats and secure your arms!" He said loudly so he wouldn't be drowned out with all the noise around them. He looked at the scene that was visible beyond the force field that separated the hangar from the vacuum of space whilst the group mounted up. There were clear signs off orbital bombardment all over the planet, large burning fires near the large city centers and a small Garazi fleet hanging above it all. "That can't be their full fleet..." He muttered to himself before he entered the Banshee as the last man and gave the flight crew the all-clear.

The ramp slammed shut behind Adam and he took the time to look over his platoon for a good moment. "Lads, I'm not going to lie." He started calmly. "This operation has little to no planning behind it and we will be facing a lot of unknown variables." The pilots warmed up the engine and he listened to some inter-unit contact over comms before resuming his briefing. "We are to land behind enemy lines and harass them enough so the civilian population currently still stuck at the spaceport can safely evacuate, hence the urgency and the lack of planning." He said and looked at the people who were new to the unit. "I see a lot of new faces, some fresh, some hardened, no matter what your story is you will be a integral part of this little family of marines as long as you follow my one sacred rule. First Sergeant Campbell, what is my one sacred rule?" "Don't be a fucking idiot, sir!" The young sergeant half yelled in reply. "Damn right." Adam replied to that. "I expect you all to give the mission your best, to follow your orders and to protect your brothers and sister in arms, no excuses." He continued and then addressed another issue.

"Now, today we will be doing something new Third Squad." He began calmly as he looked at the members of Third Squad and rested his eyes on Slovkizli. "Effective immediately First Sergeant Campbell will be joining the lead element and will now be Gold 2. Sergeant Slovkizli will take over command of Third Squad and will now have the callsign Green 1-1. Don't disappoint me son." He said before patting Slovkizli's shoulder. He then walked over to his own vacant seat and secured his weapon as a new message came through on the comms. "Alright, we have green light people!" The pilot yelled out before punching the engines and slowly taking off. "Now, if you have questions, prayers, things to say or guts to puke out, now's the time!" Adam said to his troop as he remained standing whilst the Banshee just like countless others slid out of the hangars of the fleet to make planet fall under heavy drone cover. The Tanteus campaign had begun.

Spoiler: Tags

Axel The Englishman FabulousTrash The Blex Moldie Badd_Kharma Sleek 417c Soma Schicksal Noam Moonshadowme Elekta Kount Rusty of Shackleford Minyari Yuki_Ishii

 

[Sleek]

Adrian was quiet, for once. The destruction around him reminded him of when his home was overran, and his unit was destroyed.
Of course, he didn't let that shake him for long. Needed to keep light.
He chinned a control on his helmet, and then spoke into his boom mic, over the squad's frequency.

"Welcome to the party, Sarge! Just for you, I heard the 'Razi were setting up the welcoming committee!"

He joked, checking over his gear again, before nodding in satisfaction.
Of course, he knew that it was likely they were all going to be seriously hurt or even killed. A holding action without intel on the enemy? Where were the spooks when you needed them?

DarkianMaker 417c Soma Schicksal

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Sergeant James Whitton
"Headfirst into Hell"

James took his seat, securing his battle rifle beside him. He took off his breathing mask, sighing as he looked at the picture of his family. He quickly put that away, fastening his mask back on as they descended to the planet. The sound of his breathing only made him nervous. He hated Banshees. Being trapped inside of what was essentially a giant metal coffin, with a high chance of being shit out of the sky or crashing, didn't inspired confidence. He swallowed, pulling back the charging handle on his rifle. He was afraid, yeah. But the whole point of being a Marine was being scared shitless of dying, but joining anyway. He had to do this. It was his responsibility, his duty. And plus, he needed to get some war stories for when he got back home. He looked around the shuttle, seeing all the new guys. He couldn't blame them for being so afraid. The first landing was always the scariest. He just hoped they actually landed.​

 

[Moldie]

Ira Sanford
“Buckle down”​

Ira listened carefully, her lips being as if welded to one. Straight back, straight face, perfect posture. Although her exterior was hardened, all she wanted to do was give herself a preparatory slap across the face, but of course she couldn’t do any such thing before the eyes her peers. Chewing gum, although it was nearing the point of dissolution, would have to do. The pillars of smoke around them were menacing, but she was ready. At least according to the papers signed of her department into war. All she could do now was hope, but more importantly, not fuck up.

In her lap rested her beast of a weapon. With analytical eyes she gazed upon it. On command she could with no hesitation strip it down to it’s bare metal bones and name each and every component making up it’s being before reassembling it in much the same manner. This kind of knowledge, alongside the rest of her rigorous training was what she would have to rely on from now, and not only for her own sake. She tried swallowing the nervousness that was the lump forming in the back of her throat, doing her best of reassuring the back of her mind that she would come out of it all fine.

DarkianMaker​

 

[Axel The Englishman]

Corporal David J. Coombs

Yet another drop into the ass crack of Hell. Like many before, and like many to come. And Coombs was ready for what was about to happen. All his gear was in check. At least, that's what he thought. He'd sneak in a second look, but time was of a luxury at this point. Coombs just had to be confident that everything was already perfect. If it wasn't... well, he would sure as Hell know about it. That is, if the Marines even managed to get their boots planetside. A lot could go wrong during these drops. Coombs knew what could happen. He'd been tossed into the frying pan so many times that he began to wonder whether Tops' actually knew how to fight a war. But Coombs knew as soon as he signed the papers, the Marines could throw him at a wall like a speck of shit.

"Sir, I'd like to ask whether we at least have some basic strategy in place?"

DarkianMaker​

 

[FabulousTrash]

CORPORAL AYLA SYKO
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As Ayla listened to the Lieutenant's short briefing, she stood at a somewhat relaxed attention, at ease if you will. She already had her gear, her armor strapped on and secured and her weapons holstered in their appropriate places. She carried a standard issue Imster M45 which was holstered on her right leg and had a Midjati O-11 battle rifle slung over her shoulder and across her back. She held her helmet under her arm for the moment as she listened. Once the Lieutenant signaled to get ready, she only nodded, walking over to a seat towards the back of the drop ship so that she could get out quickly and get into her Werewolf. She didnt say anything, but she didnt like the situation they were going into. It felt rushed and unplanned. All they were told to do was secure a landing zone, but there wasnt any tactical data provided. But this was how life was. You would never always get things your way and you just have to deal with what you're given.

Making final checks on her weapons to make sure they were working, Ayla put her helmet on her head. Speaking into the mic of her headset, she did a quick radio check over the comm channel

Havoc 2, mic check mic check.

 

[Noam]

Pvt. Rafael Santoro

Rafi's fingers rattled over his rifle. It was loaded and clean and new, maybe brand new if the lack of scratches was anything to go by, and there wasn't a whole lot to do with it. He'd sighted the thing a few hours after he arrived yesterday. His old rifle had been an ancient O-3 that needed to be babied along and tilted to the left just so and periodically repaired with duct tape. This was the O-5, the brand new cousin. Easy to use. Barely any maintenance required.

Which meant that he couldn't disguise his jitters as Serious Marksmen Business, and the effort of not fidgeting was probably going to kill him before the Garazi did. He was actually grateful when an unfamiliar voice echoed in his earpiece. "Havoc 2, this is, uh, Red 1-3." It took a moment for him to remember the new call sign. "Hearing you loud and clear, can you hear me?"

 

[Elekta Kount]

Sergeant Patrick "Paddy" McGuinness
"Just another Tuesday in Hell"
"Sounds' like a suicide mission...wonda' who pissed in who's coffee this time..."
Sergeant Patrick McGuinness, or Sergeant "Paddy", mused to himself whilst standing himself, as he looked down to the platoon leader with one hand on the ceiling handrails while the other was rubbing his masked chin. The Sergeant was currently wearing a blue bandanna across his face, a little bit somthing to help him standout from your average grunt. As Paddy was listening to the rest of the Lieutenant's briefing, he couldn't help but snort. This assault, in Paddy's opinion, was a rash decision considering how little Intel they had to go on...but what did Paddy know? He was only a bit higher then most standard grunts...the only assuring thought was that he had been through worse...yet if the sergeant knew one thing, he knew that alot of good folks were dying today...but what did he know?
"Alright! lads and lassies! listen up!..." Sergeant Paddy said as he brought his free hand up and flipped on his headset, before looking back to his squad. "...I've only one rule for ya besides don't be a fookin' idiot..." The Sergeant called out, as he held up his free hand as an indication. "...ya no good ta me dead, so don't go gettin' ya head blown off tryin' ta play Johnny tha hero...When tha shit hits tha fan, you betta keep low an' keep movin'... make ya shots count, an' watch ya spacin'...remember ya trainin', but keep ya eyes and ears peeled..."
The Sergeant, his gaze following over ever one in his squad, suddenly landed upon one particular individual. Taking a step forward, Paddy lowered his
"Ye ready for this rookie?" The Sergeant ask over his mic. "I'd say ye'll be fine if ya stick with ya trainin', but then I'd be givin' ya false hope, now would't I?" The sergeant stood back up, gazing down upon this particular private with almost an indifferent look...before smirking a little. "Stick with me, laddie, an' maybe...just maybe you'll get out of this one alive...that clear?"
Badd_Kharma Moonshadowme​

 

[Badd_Kharma]

Pvt Arik Ginn
Blue 1-4
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"Aye Sergeant!" He nods, responding back over the mic. "Do a tour in the Marines, have some fun, blow shit up." , he smirks, as he shakes his head recalling that day 9 months? Maybe 10? When he signed that line and shipped off for training. "Whelp, this it. Time to earn that cushy desk job transfer." Pvt. Ginn had a glimpse of the planet they where set to drop in, behind enemy lines, little to no intel no less. The fires still raging across the planet from the bombardment had caught is eye. "Good people are stuck and they need our help. Simple as that." He steadies himself, as the engines really crank up. His last time in the drop-ship simulator hadn't gone too well. Arik definitely did not want a repeat of that on his first mission with his new unit. Sour food was his excuse, but he knew, he just hated the ride. No his stomach hated the ride. He prepared as well as he could today. Dry bread, not to heavy a meal, gotta keep the stomach light for re-entry. Re-entry. 20k tons of metal, ablative shielding, and 30 or so meat-bags, guns, ammo, and tech screaming towards a battleground at Mach 50. the idea seems so strange to him, even though hes been preparing for this very thing for the past 10 months.

He glances over at the other Pvt next to him. A new boot just like himself. Pvt Smith, Blue 1-3 he remembers from the unit roster he committed to memory as soon as he landed in the unit. He nods once to her before glancing back at the others in the bay, watching them go through their own routines.

Elekta Kount Moonshadowme

 

[Moonshadowme]

Pvt. Artemis "Arty" Smith

She chuckled softly as she listens to the sergeant's rule, muttering "I can do that" to herself before she notices one of her peers looking at her. She nods at Arik. Her stomach is slightly upset, nervous for her first time back out on the battlefield in an actual war this time. After returning from her maternity leave, she trained harder than ever to quickly come back to the level she used to be at. Looking at her rifle, she chuckles. Before her leave, she did go on a few missions, but they usually didn't take long and weren't as dangerous as this one.
"so you can be safe, little one." she looked at the picture of her daughter but quickly put it away when the Banshee took off.

She was securely strapped in, but still checked one time extra. She promised her parents she'd return. If only she could make good on that promise...

Listening to the sergeants made her both more at ease and more nervous at the same time. An effect
Sergeant Paddy always had had on her.

 

[Elekta Kount]

Sergeant Patrick "Paddy" McGuinness
"Just another Tuesday in Hell"
The sergeant chuckled out loud as he watched the private's facial expression change, putting up his bandanna again, gripping on tighter to the handrail as he felt the Banshee rumble to life and take off. The kiddo seemed like every other fresh faced recruit, but who can blame them...just wait 'till they touch down...
"Now don't go thinkin' too hard about it, that's how ya get killed ya see..." The sergeant said over his mic, as he leaned in and gave the private's side a pat. "...just stick with ye gut an' try ta stay alive, 'cause ye ain't gunna be much 'elp if ya can't shoot."
The sergeant grinned under his mask, as he turned his head to the marksmen next to him.
"That goes doubly fer ya, Arty..." The sergeant said, before looking over to the front of the Banshee. The picture didn't go unnoticed by the sergeant, and he was well aware of her situation. "...I ain’t no mood ta be tellin’ no lassy how great her mum was...assumin' I live ta see tomorrow..."
Badd_Kharma Moonshadowme


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[The Blex]

PFC Jean "Doc" Pierre Richard

The doctor yawned, his eye bags packed to the brim and signs of exhaustion visible. He just did an 8-hour bypass surgery on a private marine who stupidly ran guns blazing into a bunker and stepped on a Garazi landmine, destroying most of his lower torso and vaporizing his legs. He barely managed to save his life before the blood loss took him, thank god for Medi-sticks. Now after a sleepless night from an emergency surgery, he's expected to be fully loaded and geared out for deployment? He should be sleepy, hell most people would be dozing off by now, ignoring the flak and pulse shots outside the banshee and traveling to dreamland yet, he couldn't even get a good minute of sleep. Adrenaline and a sense of responsibility constantly woke him up from his slumber, considering that he's the only medic available on the field. The rest were off planet, on stationary hospitals behind the frontlines or killed in action, as far as he's concerned he's the only medic in the field and he'll be damned if anyone dies under his watch.

"Knock it off Paddy, you're scaring them" he spoke to the sergeant in the comlink, "Now ladies and gentlemen if you feel sick or in need of a toilet break, the rubble should provide adequate cover. Keep in mind, I only have two hands so if you get shot in the leg and another person is injured, tough shit, good luck. Happy hunting all" he spoke, trying to lighten up the mood with dark humor which in hindsight probably didn't help. He loaded his combat shotgun, filling it to the brim with 7 slugs, one in the chamber. Full of scratches and nicks, his weapon is a reminder of the many years he served in the Marine corps and a warning to other privates and higher ranking officers that he's not a rookie in training, rather a veteran of the war.

 

[417c]

DarkianMaker Sleek
Slovkizli was in his war paint and full equipment, sporting his own painted M-91 with the writing of his people and several drawn Gazari heads impaled on spikes. The Sergeant salutes Waterman, before locking in his seat with a giddy smile behind that bulky helmet of his. He laughs after the Lieutenant speaks, nodding. "Yes, yes, nothing stupid!" He looks to Adrian, and waves at him! "Woo, woo yes!" Cheered Slovkizli. "Yes, we do the best! The Zari will no know what hit them! I already have plan! Make big cover, and shoot face of Gazari hard and harder! Lootenat, we will be in urban area? Lots of trip mines in case get close will be good. We make all the chaos, make Zari run with asses on heads!" The sergeant spoke enthusiastically. He didn't have all his knives, but that was because he snuck off some explosives to use in a fight where they clearly had the disadvantage of information. Which meant, they had to pull a sneaky on any of the Gazari that would dare get close.

 

[Soma Schicksal]

For the most part, Geo was quiet and just listening for any sort of information on this mission they were going on, everyone in his squad seemed excited enough and he gave a small smile and chuckle from the words of the sergeant. "You guys seem at least mentally prepared for the unpreparable." He replied as he began checking his rifle.

417c Sleek

 

[Sleek]

Pvt. Adrian Leon
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Adrian laughed over the frequency, a grin on his face as he turned to his squadmates. The big mean one would be a good guy to rely on to clear paths through the baddies, and the other guy might be useful in general situations. Though a holding action would probably see most of them out either as body bag occupants or the unfortunate users of an unmarked grave.

"Somebody's gotta keep the good mood up! It'll just be like riding a bike! Well, except the bike's on fire, and we're on fire, and everything's on fire because we're dropping feet first into hell, but just like riding a bike otherwise!"

He said, laughing as he made his final checks and stowed the gear for the moment.

"Actually, since we're dropping into a city that hasn't been evacuated, then there's bound to be a bunch of abandoned vehicles. Maybe we could set up some chokepoints?"

He said, partially to take his mind of his own nervousness, and because they had zero intel and needed a plan other than "hold this position"

417c Soma Schicksal DarkianMaker

 

[DarkianMaker]

Lieutenant Adam Waterman

He looked at the members of his unit talk to each other whilst others remained quiet and seemed to be fighting their own fear. He understood the fear, had he not done this exact thing hundreds of times already he would be sitting there shaking as well. He leaned into the cockpit to get a better look of the situation outside and he activated comms for the unit. "Ladies and gentlemen, please be seated and secured, we're hitting atmosphere in one mike." He said calmly whilst he looked at their drone escort diving into the planet's airspace ahead of them and straight into a dogfight with Garazi fighters. He walked back to his seat, sat down and secured himself calmly. He took a picture from his chest pouch, all four of his daughters, Elisabeth, Marion, Helen and Yvonne sitting at the famed flower gardens of Kemano Coita with all his grandchildren and his wife Mary looking like they were having a great time. He loved that picture even though he himself wasn't in it, he was going through the slugfest of Heimades IV at the time. He kissed the picture before putting the picture back in its pouch. He put his mask back on and flipped the override so he would broadcast over the rest of the Platoon.

"As for the plan it will be a standard altitude insertion." He began saying over comms. "The Banshee will not touch down but hang about a meter above the ground and open all three hatches and simultaneously release the Werewolves' magnetic clamps, don't worry about the jump, our boots will do the landing." He began his briefing as he looked at the rest of his men. "Havoc 1 will deploy and cover the position from the ship's 6 to 8. Havoc 2 will deploy and cover the position from the ship's 4 to 6. First Squad will deploy from the side hatches and cover the position from the ship from 10 to 2. Second Squad will deploy from the right-hand and rear hatch and cover the position from the ship from 2 to 4. Third Squad will deploy from the left-hand and rear hatch and cover the position from the ship from 8 to 10. Lead Element will deploy from side hatches after First Squad and augment their zone security." He named all the initial move orders. "This way we will have eyes in every direction directly after dropping. Afterwards we will acquire hard cover in a good defensible position and First Sergeant Campbell will perform some recon with all Platoon Marksmen if we haven't received any battle net updates from the fleet or OBI by that time." That was as far as the briefing would go for now as he also had little to no information on what was waiting down there. "Does anybody have any questions about the initial plan?" He asked as he switched off the comms override and the Banshee began to noticeably enter the planet's atmosphere.

Axel The Englishman The Blex Moldie Badd_Kharma Soma Schicksal FabulousTrash Sleek Noam Moonshadowme Elekta Kount 417c Rusty of Shackleford Minyari

 

[Elekta Kount]

Sergeant Patrick "Paddy" McGuinness
"Just another Tuesday in Hell"
The sergeant laughed outloud at what the medic said, rolling his eyes a little as he clung tighter to the handrail.
"Ye such a hypocrite doc, ye scarin' 'em more then me." The sergeant said, looking to First Squads medic first, before glancing back at his own squad. "I won't say donn't ye worry, but we've our own medic as well...Just remember me one rule, and hopefully ye won't need a medic."
It was then the Sergeant heard the Lieutenant giving the battle plan to everyone on the ship, causing him to smirk a little, before proceeding to take a seat in-between Private Ginn and Private Smith.
"'bout bloody time we've 'ad something resembling tactics...now let's hope we don't get blown out of the fookin' air first."
The sergeant then looked to Private Ginn first, giving his leg a pat and smirking a bit more under his mask.
"Ye first battle, laddie...don't make it ye last..." The sergeant then turned his head to his squad's sniper. "...ye catch that, Arty? Ye gunna be doin' recon if the eyes from above decided that now's the time to fook up."
Badd_Kharma Moonshadowme The Blex​

 

[Badd_Kharma]

Arik listens intently as the Lt speaks. His eyes going towards his designating hatch. When his Sgt Pat's him on the leg it pulls him out of his thoughts and he nods. "What comes will come.", he thinks. He nods at Pvt Smith and their Doc, more for the benefit of convincing himself he is ready then anything else.

 

[Axel The Englishman]

Corporal David J. Coombs

Coombs had made sure to capture every important detail regarding the plan. Once they hit planetside, it was his job to keep watch from the south to the south west. As simple as simple is, or so he thought. Hopefully the landing zone would be clear of any real threat, but Coombs got the feeling that just thinking that would dick him over big time. One better pray that no omnipotent cosmic forces were listening in on his thoughts.

"Hey, First Squad. You better keep watch and cover my ass. I don't want some sneaky fucker peltin' me in the back with a charge of plasma, or whatever they shoot outta their pew pews."

Moldie Noam The Blex Rusty of Shackleford Minyari​

 

[Soma Schicksal]

Geo nodded at the words of Waterman and prepared himself for the drop. He set his weapons in the gun slot compartments on the side of him and braced for the drop.

(Sorry for short post, on my phone)

 

[Noam]

Rafi gave Coombs a sarcastic salute. Only a little sarcastic, because the guy did actually outrank him. But seriously, he was a marksman, watching everyone else's backs was most of his job. "Consider your ass covered, Havoc 1, so long as you stay in our sector."

He glanced over at his CO. Sergeant Whitton, who was currently stowing some kind of small sentimental trinket away in his pocket. None of Rafi's business. "Sir, this is an urban environment, right? Like the crazy Slav said? We gonna have a lot of cover?"

Axel The Englishman Rusty of Shackleford

 

[FabulousTrash]

As the dropship entered the planet's atmosphere, Ayla did another quick check on her gear, then began to think ahead. Once the ship was positioned and the green light was given, she'd get out and quickly get into her Werewolf, then position it as the Lieutenant instructed. She just hoped nothing went wrong during the process.

Looking around the ship and at her other squad mates, she took a deep breath, zoning her mind into the mission ahead. She did not want to be distracted.

 

[417c]

DarkianMaker
"SIR YES SIR! WE COVER LEFT IN EIGHT AND TEN! From the left-hand and rear, cover 8 and 10! Okruzhayte vraga nashey zasadoy!" Slovkizli shouts, slapping his knee and giving a brief salute to the Lieutenant. Then he waved to Geo and Adrian. "Privates! We do as Lieutenant say, but remember we look in prong! Adrian, you look at 8, Geo you look at 9, I look at 10! Nichto ne uskol'zayet ot nashikh glaz!" Slovkizli prepares his rifle, sitting up straight and ready to move on the klick. He seemed all so excited, and that Karmatzev fearlessness and enthusiasm really shined.

Soma Schicksal Sleek

 

[DarkianMaker]

Lieutenant Adam Waterman

Seeing and hearing his troops acknowledge and understand the initial plan took some of the anxiety away that he was having. He sat the last few people down who didn't sit down before making his way over to the front of the Banshee to get a better view of the situation outside and talk with the pilots. "Ford, play the music." Adam said to the co-pilot who replied with a grin and pushed a few buttons before the speakers in the back started playing some of Adam's favorite music.

They entered the atmosphere proper and Adam held an iron grip on the rails that allowed him to stand there beside the pilots. Their drone escort started to get engaged by Garazi fighters and now with sounds coming from the outside they could all hear the explosions and sounds of fighter weapons firing around them over the music. The co-pilot activated the Banshee's weapon systems and began using the two twin-barreled defense turrets on the top and the bottom of the Banshee to engage Garazi fighters as well whilst the Banshee made its steep drop. The Banshee rocked heavily as it raced towards the surface whilst the aerial battle could still be heard around them and almost felt even. The pilot began to slow the descent and skillfully managed to fly the Banshee through a gap between two skyscrapers and losing a fighter that was chasing them that way as it scraped the skyscraper and then got lit up by a still functioning AA turret on the ground.



"Coming up on the DZ now Lieutenant!" The pilot called out to Waterman. "Bogeys in the DZ, opening up!" The co-pilot called out as well before she used both the turrets and the Banshee's front mounted cannons to wipe out Garazi units in their drop zone whilst the Banshee started to slow down. Waterman moved to the back to rally his marines as he grabbed his rifle from its slot and spoke over the platoon's comms. "Marines, time to be very very mean!" The Banshee came to a halt as it began to hover above the ground for a combat drop. "Detaching Werewolves and opening hatches, good hunting boys and girls, please don't die." The pilot said before the ship rocked slightly as the two Werewolf BWP's were detached and the hatches opened. Beyond the hatches a desolate cityscape greeted them with a handful of Garazi scrambling for cover as the Banshee's top turret is still firing freely on enemies. Several drones from the escort perform gun runs on enemy positions, most of them unseen and they can see lots of other Banshee coming down and disappearing between the damaged skyscrapers of the city. One Banshee near to them seems to have been hit though as it struggles to keep control before it crashes into a building merely 300 meters away from them.

"Squads! Werewolves! DEPLOY!" Waterman called out. "Time to kill some Garazi bastards!" And as the first marines started to deploy the 522nd's involvement in the Tanteus Campaign was a fact.

Axel The Englishman The Blex Moldie Badd_Kharma Soma Schicksal FabulousTrash Sleek Noam Moonshadowme Elekta Kount 417c Rusty of Shackleford Minyari

 

[FabulousTrash]

Ayla was quick to stand up, reaching up to the roof of the ship and held onto the grab bar as the dropship descended into the atmosphere. It wasnt long until they arrived at the landing zone. She felt the ship rock as the Werewolfs were dropped, then jumped out immediately after the hatches opened. Landing on her feet, she quickly ran over to her mech, climbing on top and entered through the pilot hatch.

Ayla settled herself in the seat as the BWP began to power on, recognizing that its designated pilot was inside now. A feminine voice came over the internal speakers.

Welcome, Ayla Syko.

Ayla stayed silent as the rest of the BWP's systems booted. While it was doing its final checks, Ayla turned the mech around, facing it in the direction she was instructed to cover. She flipped a switch on one of her controls, disabling the weapon safeties. The two cannons on the sides were loaded and the mech was ready for combat.