Fantasy Free For All: The Riot

[BrownBear]

"Positioned?" Nola spoke through a radio


In the underground facility Nola continues watching the UGA and the streets through functioning old street cameras. AF probably had the best guerilla tactics out of all the rebel groups but thats what they basically were. They trained hard however bullets are always low and tech is not good. They were the least and most organized group, so Nola worked with what he could.


"Commander! All snipers and RPG are in position. All hidden C4's are a go."


"Good. Remember we need to keep that stupid speech guy safe. If UGA wants him so do I. Remember, we need to protect Denver as much as possible."


Nolaking was temporary commander for his small unit. The real commander had to leave East because he is trying to organize the AF more, and trying to get investors into funding.


"Fuck... The waiting game." He began pacing. He had 4 snipers, 2 RPGs, and 2 HMG gunners on roofs and 8 men on the ground disguised as protesters. His objective was to hold down the fort and wait for the commander. Easier said than done. 
"THEYVE GOT AIR SUPPORT! WEVE BEEN SPOTTED FIRE!"


HMG's began shooting at air craft RPGs at ground support.

 

[kjsprk]

The molotov holder threw a lit molotov into the air towards the group of four UGA members. "No!" Raiden yelled as he jumped out of his cover. Raiden shot the molotov out of the air as he jumped in front of the group of four UGA. Some of the flames latched onto his skin and started to burn. He had successfully protected the group of four and he shot the thrower in the leg dropping him to the ground. An RPG was fired. "Damnit! You idiots!"

 

[BrownBear]

They shot towards the vehicles. Nahmean? Then theyre gonna switch. They RPGs will shoot at the helis. The HMG's at the ground. You know juan sayin?

 

[PKCV2]

A hail of bullets slammed into the ship, which had pulled away, giving the soldiers cover. Two soldiers were still hit. One slumped backwards, two bullet holes in his head. Another fell forwards and down to the streets below. Still alive.


Alright...fine.


The ship strafed by and an incendiary grenade flew from the ship, hitting the rooftops, exploding into a hellish inferno. The soldiers yelled insults and went to work unloading their rifles into their assailants.

 

[kjsprk]

Raiden looked back at the group of UGA he had just defended. "Do something! Get the hell out of here!" H yelled to them as he took pot shots at rioters' legs rendering them wounded. He knew he'd be in trouble for defending the UGA but this war didn't need to happen. His skin on his left arm burned from the molotov. He plunged it into some snow. When he looked up, he saw a sniper taking aim at the 4 UGA near him. He takled the girl and another man to the ground as the sniper fired, the shot buried itself into the dirt. "GO!" he yelled to the UGA.

 

[Mooalally]

Ranjit was satisfied. Even if he had more to say, no one would hear over the sounds of battle taking place. And, as he predicted, some government jockeys were coming to arrest him. In a quick second he noted that as he fought harder for the rebels, he developed a deeper hatred for the UGA. He would have to stop that when he got out of here. He was thankful he wasn't shot, of course, but this situation still could've gone better. The FWF member he had expected to help had jumped out of some nook here or there and started to disable some of the rioters, which was very unhelpful. There was no use in running; it would only prolong the inevitability that he was caught. He'd rather do it sooner than later. And with that maxim in mind, he would confront this self-proclaimed "rebel" now before they could get to him.


"You!" he yelled and pointed at the man who had just tackled the four to save them from a lethal sniper shot. "Which side are you on? The rebellion officially starts now, and you have chosen your side. The day of uprising begins now!" A spark of glory infused with anger entered his eye, him being caught up by his own words.


The heat of the moment washed over him and he pulled out his handgun, the one thing he was least likely to use here, and closed his left eye. He pointed it at the traitor and the world seemed to go slower. The noise quieted only for him and the people that were dying around him fell in dramatic slow-mo. It wasn't a surprise that the bullet missed and hit the ground, but he hoped it proved his message. "Get out of here before we decide to finish you off!" He was feeling rather silly after not being able to hit him at point-blank, but now was not the time to dwell on it. He was content to stand and let himself be caught before, but now that this man had created an opportunity to escape, he would seize it. He pocketed the gun and started running, running into an alleyway nearby. It would be harder for the airships to track him here under the cover of shadows. He would have to come out sometime though, and, again, he would rather do it sooner than later. He kept going, deciding against the thought of trying to hide in a building. Perhaps they would be more concerned with the fight going on behind. He looked back, and could still see plenty of distractions. And, for the second time in the day, he felt sheepish when he crashed into the wall in front of him. Dead end. He turned his body and awaited his fate.

 

[Ryia]

The instant the speaker pulled out the handgun, it was clear to Ryia that this was no pacifistic politician. On the ground now, she scrambles to recover her rifle and get onto her feet. "The UGA will not forget what you did for us." She says quickly to the man who had saved them all. The three UGA men are now all up, suppressing the snipers on the rooftops. Ryia will make sure to go back to the footage being captured by her helmet HUD and save the image of the savior. Right now, though, there were more important things to do.


"Wrexial, Ty, on me! Marcus, fall back to the vehicles, help out Striker and see if Nicholas made it out!" With that, she turns after the speaker, who is now bolting away. "Don't let him get away!" She loses sight of the man but runs after him anyway while the two soldiers behind her keep the crowd at bay. How long could they possibly hold them off though? The distinctive shot of Wrex's FAL sounds, followed up by more gunshots from the two of them. This was just a recon. mission, how did things go so terribly wrong? Too much is going through Ryia's head, and the only thing she knows for sure is that this guy she was chasing after was the start of it all. He had been the trigger of the war everyone was trying to avoid, and she wouldn't let him get away. She slings her rifle over her back and arms her pistol in order to allow her to run faster while still maintaining lethal authority. The chase was on.

 

[PKCV2]

Poet watched the scene unfold as the airship's crew fired onto the wave of chaos. The Indian man had fired his gun at a rebel who saved the four UGA soldiers.


"He...missed?"


A soldier said in disbelief before he was struck in the torso by a trio of bullets. He fell out of the ship.


"Alright enough! Start using the turrets! Squirt! Get us on the radio with Ryia, see if she needs help. No more casualties!"


Poet yelled at the squad and jumped down into the fighting. Alone. Poet hit the ground, his ankles screaming in protest but he ignored it, the rebel was in his sights, time slowed, he started a jog towards him, eventually turning into a sprint. He grabbed the rebel by the arm and out of harm's way, he dragged him behind an overturned dumpster and threw him against it.


"Use it for cover! If you want to shoot at rebels and get yourself an even worse reputation then so be it, if not, talk to me! What the hell's going on?! Who was the Indian man!?"

 

[BrownBear]

Gimme a moment im slower than yall 
"Pull back!"


The 8 soldiers disguised as protesters threw off their robes. All armed in Ak47s. They shot at the 2 gaurds with FN Fals and managed to break threw them. 4 went after Ryia, who was chasing after Ranjit.


The HMG. 2 Snipers and 2 RPGS left the building to pull back. 3 men died. 22 men were left under Nolas orders. Had 6 men under his sleeve still and the C4's


Ranjit already passed the hidden c4 planted in the alley. Nola saw him reach a dead end at a building alley. As his 4 men were chasing her, she was running towards his explosives.


He sent to men to retrieve Ranjit, by rope ladder. (Take control of them if you wish... please do.)


4 men left to give orders to. one was helping him here at command. So 3.

 

[kjsprk]

Struck dumbfounded about what the Indian man said before, and the fact that he took a shot at him, Raiden just looked at the UGA member. An angered look came across his face. "Screw off." Raiden threw an elbow into the UGA's face knocking him to the ground. Raiden then stepped over him and pinned his arms to the ground with his knees. "Listen to me. You look like you have some power around these war-crazed maniacs. Why don't you do everyone here a favor and call off this stupid attack. Just pull your troops out before anyone get's hurt. The Indian guy can help end all of this. Don't you dare hurt him." Raiden pulled out his patches from the FWF and threw them in the UGA's face. "These don't mean anything to me anymore." Raiden stood up and tossed his FWF dog tags at the UGA member. "The story is: I was killed by one of your snipers, lucky shot. It was a mis-communication and the guy took my head off." Raiden took a tear gas grenade off of the UGA's belt and tossed it into the chaos. "See ya in hell." Raiden took off into the chaos of flames and bullets and into the underground tunnels and disappears into the darkness.

 

[BrownBear]

PK Fire 
If you played supersmash bros youd know what i mean

 

[PKCV2]

An elbow slammed into Poet's nose, blood poured from it, he fell backwards and the rebel pinned him there. He started mouthing off.


"Listen to me. You look like you have some power around these war-crazed maniacs. Why don't you do everyone here a favor and call off this stupid attack."


With that the rebel took a grenade from Poet's belt and threw it into the crowd, taking off after he did so. Poet got to his feet, wiping blood from his nose. The grenade went off, gas spewed everywhere, blinding everybody that was in the streets.


Poet yelled, to the air more than anybody.


"YOU'RE F*CKIN' A RIGHT I GOT POWER!"


Poet radioed in to Squirt.


"Status in those turrets. Now."


"Uh...yeah they're ready."


"Fire."


The .50 caliber turrets that lined the ships came to life all at once. Firing into the gas. Blood and bits flew everywhere. Poet let out a hysterical laugh.


"THIS STUPID ATTACK IS ALL ON YOU REBELS. REMEMBER THAT!"


Poet scooped up the dog tags and patches that were thrown at him. Now that this was done he had one more loose end. He started running the way the Indian man had.

 

[Ryia]

Ryia immediately gets on the radio with the gunship as she runs. "Hello?" She calls frantically. When Squirt answers, she's a bit disappointed it wasn't Poet. "This is Favian. I'm in pursuit of the HVT. Where is Poet?" She curses to herself when she catches herself using his first name on the radio. After a moment without a response, Ryia can hear the miniguns of the gunship spinning, raining hell on anything below them.


What the hell are they doing?


She looks back for a moment just to see four men running after her, bearing arms. "Can't I get a break?" A grenade off of her belt is tossed behind her, in hopes that it delays her pursuers. Meanwhile, she's still trying to reach the suited man, who's just now come into sight. "You!" She shouts, raising her weapon. "On the ground, now!" It's a commanding tone, her finger is depressing the trigger halfway, ready to let loose the round the instant something goes wrong.

 

[kjsprk]

Walking away from the riot through the tunnels, Raiden's mind is only on the mistakes he had made tonight. The sun was breaking over the horizon. "I need a new change of scenery." Raiden said between sniffles and tears. He had lost himself. He didn't know who, or what to fight for anymore. He headed for a village to find a phone.

 

[BrownBear]

(then just leave that out. the rope stays though. The rope is life.)

 

[Mooalally]

Ranjit was surprised when a rope ladder was descended down to him from above. He still had allies? Even some of the NWOC hated him because he didn't believe as strongly as them in God. But who was he to question the coincidence that is this rope ladder. He quickly swept the sweat off his brow before starting to climb. He had both his feet on the second rung when the UGA woman came into his alleyway and, out of the corner of his eye, he could see she was wielding a gun. She didn't seem like if he tried to run she would falter either. He had caused too much chaos.


He slowly stepped down the ladder and raised his hands above his head. Complying, he laid down on the floor with his arms behind his back. He said quietly and calmly, "I'm on the ground. No need for violence." His voice quivered at the end, showing his true fear through his guise. "Arrest me if you want, but just don't kill me. Please don't kill me." He gulped. He had no idea what this woman would do next. He was downright terrified right now.


His handgun was on his front and digging into his thigh. It was extremely uncomfortable, and he was getting fidgety. He tried to shift around just a little bit so as to move it more to the outside of his legs, so that it wasn't right between him and the ground. After a little bit of effort and time, he gave up. It seemed he would just have to deal with it until she told him to get up and took him away.

 

[Ryia]

Boom! The loud explosion was followed by a few screams, one being a call for a medic.


I guess that takes care of them.





Onto the next order of business. "Move a muscle and you'll have a hole through your head." Ryia says coldly as she walks closer, handgun still tuned on the man on the ground. She lets herself use one hand to hold the gun while using the other to equip her rifle. The bullpup design allows her to easily weird it with one arm. She points the rifle into the sky where the rope ladder came from. "Up above! Show yourself with empty hands above your head or face persecution by the UGA."


She knows she'll probably be met by a rain of bullets, so she moves below an outcropping in the wall where she's covered from the roof. She drops her rifle and turns her attention to the speaker. "Get up, walk towards me. Move your hands and you won't get a chance to use them again." Her voice is still cold.

 

[PKCV2]

Poet ran down the alley after the Indian man and Ryia. He vaulted over a dumpster landing on his feet, he stumbled, pain shot through his legs from the earlier drop. He steadily got to his feet and continued, going into a jog with a slight limp.


Finally Poet got to a dead end, Ryia and a rope ladder was in the alley. He looked around again and saw the Indian man. Poet limped over to the man that was slowly getting to his feet, grabbed him in a rough grip around his arm, and marched him over to Ryia, he forced him onto his knees by pushing down on his shoulders, and punched him in the face. He leaned in close.


"I hope you got a good look at the chaos, you caused it...trash."

 

[Ryia]

Ryia looks over at Poet after he punches the man in the face. She's clearly not amused. "I had this covered." She says simply, taking his place next to the man on the ground and binding his hands behind his back. "Shouldn't you be in the air covering my guys?" She asks Poet. She realizes that it's been a rough day for everyone, though, so she lets up a bit. "You alright?" She references Poet's limp, wanting to ensure its nothing serious.


Ryia holsters her sidearm and pulls the man into his feet, then roughly pushes his back against the wall. "Now, you're going to talk, and you're going to spill everything. Who you are, who you work for, what you're doing here, all of it." Her glare shows how upset at this man she really is.

 

[BrownBear]

"All AF agents Retreat to Safe Haven. Abort mission. I repeat abort mission." Nola said in the intercom


Within 2 minutes all the soldiers disappeared off the streets of denver, 2 men were injured while retreating but all 22 lived.


He left Ranjit to UGA hands.

 

[Mooalally]

Ranjit took this all quietly. Even the sarcastic and completely unnecessary punch that he received in the face. His nose was starting to bleed though, and that made it a little bit hard concentrate. He ached too. He was being roughed up, pushed around, treated like a general ragdoll, and it hurt his fragile and unexercised body.


"All right, all right. I was gonna walk over there anyway," he grumbled as he was dragged over. He had gotten some of his confidence back after they didn't shoot him instantly, but he suspected that might change if he were to be overly witty. Supposedly these people did not have or tolerate humor, so he would have to try a different approach.


"My name is Ranjit Pranav, I am a member of the New World Order Crusaders. What I'm doing here," he looked her up and down for emphasis, "is trying to overthrow tyrants." He absentmindedly wondered if someone would berate him for giving away this information, but he supposed it wasn't much. They most likely knew he wasn't a part of the other factions after not running into the fray, screaming with bloodlust. And he willingly gave away his name to strangers, so this was nothing special. He addressed the man who had dragged him over here now, after he had sufficient amount of time to think of an answer.


"I'm proud of the chaos I've caused if it helps us. Bad for the greater good I think you'd call it." He smiled to himself.

 

[Ryia]

Ryia just smirks at the response. As always, her helmet HUD was recording everything. "Might I ask, Mr. Pranav, have you any idea the causality numbers that came out of this conflict today?" Her voice seems confident, knowing. Since things have calmed down, she's been receiving multiple transmissions from her squad and base command reporting numbers and names of those dead or wounded. As far as they know, six UGA soldiers were killed, multiple more wounded. A total of 11 casualties on their side. As for the rebels, more than 400 are confirmed dead and that number is only growing. How many of those were just upset citizens taking part in the heat of the moment is unknown, and frankly the UGA doesn't care.


"Poet. Where is the rest of your squad?" She asks him on the side. She knows that her MCV made it to the designated location, as well as one of the Humvees. They're currently collecting the intel that was the objective all along.

 

[PKCV2]

"My men are still in the gunship...just patrolling the area, still close by. Before you say anything, they're still here on my command so complain to me if you want."


Poet looked at Ranjit.


"Bad for the greater good huh? Use that logic in the eyes of the UGA. Anyways...Favian...if you don't need anything else, I'm going back to my squad to see who's still alive."

 

[Ryia]

Ryia nods. "Thanks for the help here." She notes, despite the fact that Poet really didn't do all too much. "I'll call once this all settles down." She says, taking in what Ranjit says but not responding. She pulls him off of the wall and starts to walk him down the alley. She retrieves her weapon as she walks by it. "


This is Ryia," she starts into her radio. "I have the HVT and I'm headed back to MRU.06. Requesting pickup at the accident site." After a moment, a response can be heard.


"Don't be all formal, boss, I'll be there in a minute." It's Nicholas's voice, Ryia lets out a happy sigh when she hears he's alive.


They get out of the alley and step into the street, littered with bodies and general discord. After a few minutes, a UGA-branded Humvee rolls up. "Let's go, rebel." She says as she pushes him roughly into the back seat. She climbs into the passenger side door for herself and sighs again, trying to relax. She even takes off her helmet, letting her straight, silver-white hair fall down.


Nicholas in the driver side just smirks. "Casual Friday was a few days ago, Favian."


She shakes her head. "Shut up and drive, soldier."

 

[BrownBear]

(skip me)