10-13-2006, 02:46 AM
Seven rounds pummeled the cube's wound and the smoke pouring from it turned a deep white with flecks of data debris. Auspex made out a thick fissure against the holes bell, and when the smoke lifted, a pencil tip's light coned towards him. The silence began to sing. At first he thought it was sound from rocket sheering, but the longer he listened, leaning closer, and it formed words.
'Finally, some progress! Enough with the rpg's, switch them with the heavy Concubine Rifles.' Auspex ordered. The troopers refitted and stood at attention. 'The cube's damaged enough that our grenades will crumble the entire thing to ash.'
"All of our grenades?"
'One squad uses grenades, the other will storm the place when the cubes goes down. I will follow behind them.'
"Yes sir."
Seven Troopers hitched their rifles back and each pulled a grenade. Auspex and the other six receeded to a patio-shanty that the tri-pod crew had made for a firing base. After a minute, the Commander nodded his head. The Seven Troopers slammed the grenade primers down, underhanding them into the hole. The cube shuddered. Its wound vomitted smoke and debris. Cracks spidered along its face. In a sudden groan, the security block collapsed.
White smoke blanketed the shuddered plaza.
'Go! Go!' Auspex pushed the closest Trooper forward. 'Don't stop until you're inside!' He shot a bullet through the smoke.
As the Legion pressed inward, the tri-pod mount roared.
"Security Navis pressing the roadways."
Automatic fire latticed towards cadre of green fatigued Navis rushing from a plaza threhold. Four dropped. Another slit in half as the mount raked their approach. Security Navis topped patio furniture over and dove inside buildings. They rose, busters firing blindly at the patio-shanty. The mount answered, pulping another Navi.
"Plaza is hot." Reported the Crew Chief. "Targets entering central threshold."
A trooper reeled off the shanty. Another flailed in his place, armor shorn in two. The field medic scrambled on them.
"Requesting support at central location"
'Karzai get your team down there and set up another mount. Keep the crossfire until we're done!'
'Finally, some progress! Enough with the rpg's, switch them with the heavy Concubine Rifles.' Auspex ordered. The troopers refitted and stood at attention. 'The cube's damaged enough that our grenades will crumble the entire thing to ash.'
"All of our grenades?"
'One squad uses grenades, the other will storm the place when the cubes goes down. I will follow behind them.'
"Yes sir."
Seven Troopers hitched their rifles back and each pulled a grenade. Auspex and the other six receeded to a patio-shanty that the tri-pod crew had made for a firing base. After a minute, the Commander nodded his head. The Seven Troopers slammed the grenade primers down, underhanding them into the hole. The cube shuddered. Its wound vomitted smoke and debris. Cracks spidered along its face. In a sudden groan, the security block collapsed.
White smoke blanketed the shuddered plaza.
'Go! Go!' Auspex pushed the closest Trooper forward. 'Don't stop until you're inside!' He shot a bullet through the smoke.
As the Legion pressed inward, the tri-pod mount roared.
"Security Navis pressing the roadways."
Automatic fire latticed towards cadre of green fatigued Navis rushing from a plaza threhold. Four dropped. Another slit in half as the mount raked their approach. Security Navis topped patio furniture over and dove inside buildings. They rose, busters firing blindly at the patio-shanty. The mount answered, pulping another Navi.
"Plaza is hot." Reported the Crew Chief. "Targets entering central threshold."
A trooper reeled off the shanty. Another flailed in his place, armor shorn in two. The field medic scrambled on them.
"Requesting support at central location"
'Karzai get your team down there and set up another mount. Keep the crossfire until we're done!'