A lean man in a full Omni-Tek battle gear blinks away the dust kicked up by the drop-ship's landing. The name "Gorehound" can be seen scrawled across the front of his chestplate in dripping blood letters. Eyes constantly scan the area for targets. Seeing no immediate threat, he opens up comm-channels with the rest of him team.
"All right, boys, we made touchdown safely. Get your gear ready to go, make any last adjustments you need, we're moving in 10.", he says into his helm communicator.
"Right boss.", come the replies in one form or another.
Closing the comm-channel again, Gorehound squints his eyes against the glare of the triple suns. Fingering a touch pad sensor on the side of his helmet, a secondary visor covers his face, reducing the light somewhat. Sighing to himself, he begins to gather up his gear and pack it away into the marked packs. He also straps on a variety of weapons, including his own signature Tellus's, a weapon not widely used since its not technically "legal". But, so far, they have served him well and he has found nothing else which suits him better. His superiors at Omni-Pol don't like it, but they know sometimes the rules can be bent.
"Another day, another battle.", he sighs to himself.
He gives his team another few minutes to stow away any loose gear and make their final battle preparations. On cue, he signals his second in command and gives the order to move out. The team falls into a well practiced formation. The augmented Omni-battle armor lets them move swiftly over the rocky terrain toward their target, a quantum-nuclear weapons lab run by the Sol Banking Corporation, on the planet Narcissus. The Sol Banking Corp claims the facility is not a weapons lab at all, but a Geo-thermal tracking station which will be used to later terraform this planet.
As they near the lab, Gorehound splits his team up according to normal battle tactics and procedure.
"Deadshot.", he says, signaling the sniper of the team. "Cover us from that ridge there. Make sure no one makes it out the front gates alive."
"Brinks, get your hacking tools ready. I doubt they are just gonna open the door for us.", he says to the Omni-Ops member.
"Doc, you know what to do. Be prepared, this probably isn't going to be pretty." The battle medic nods quickly.
"Ogg...just do what you normally do.", he says to the hulking atrox wielding a cut off construction girder.
Touching the cloaking device attached to his battle array, Deadshot quickly scrambles up the hill and lays down in a prone position, sighting down the scope of his rifle, preparing to cover the teams entrance.
Gorehound, Brinks, and the rest of the team make their way quickly to the gates of the compound. Signaling Brinks forward, Gorehound motions for him to go to work on the complex locking mechanisms attached to the titanium reinforced gates. He can see Ogg starting to quiver and lays a calming hand on his arm. Ogg nods slowly and visably relaxes.
"We're in boss.", says Brinks on the secure comm-channel.
Once again applying battlefield formations, the team moves slowly across the compound, avoiding the spotlights set across the perimeter. After about 25 feet, Brinks, in the point position, holds up a warning hand. Pointing down, the rest of the team notices a barely visible tripwire concealed among the grass. Digging in his pack, Brinks pulls out a bomb disarming tool set and goes to work. The minutes drag by slowly as the fixer does his work. The team stands nervously out in the open, scanning the complex. They all stiffen as a guard comes out from around the sides of one of the buildings.
Gorehound reaches slowly for his one holstered pistol, aiming in with the other. The guard slowly turns toward them when suddenly a barely audible "thunk" comes from far behind and overhead. The guard's head snaps back and he falls limply to the ground.
"Get moving, guys. There's bound to be more on the way once they don't get a report from this one. I can only cover your butts for so long.", says Deadshot.
"Got it.", says Brinks after about 30 more seconds. The team continues on into the complex reaching the first target, the nuclear biotechnology area. Scanning quickly, Gorehound picks off two guards standing post at the door. As he turns the handle and finds it unlocked, a tingle of unease creeps up his spine. Pushing it away, he steps into the room.
Long halls filled with floor to ceiling test tubes spreads out before the team. Shaking his head in resignation, Gorehound leads his team deeper into the area. Suddenly, a shot rings out from the right, ricocheting off the test tube in front of him. Finally unrestrained, Ogg screams and charges at the area of the shots origin. As his battlesuits flashlight scans across, he sees a guard yelling into his comm headset. A dozen more shots spew forth as the guard thumbs his weapon to full automatic fire. Slugs pings off Ogg's armor plating, some stopped, others not. In a sheer fit of rage, he seems to grow and swell in his armor, till he dwarfs the man in front of him. Swinging his beam at full strength, he tears through the man, sheering him off at shoulder level. The swing continues on to slam into the side of another tube. A spider web of cracks appears, and something stirs on the inside.
"Uh oh.", Ogg mumbles into the comm-channel just as the tube ruptures, setting off alarm sirens that rip through the night air.
Gorehound and the others rush to his aid, finding him slouched up against another tube, this one beginning to crack as well from the force of the blast. Scooping up the fallen enforcer, Doc begins to administer his treatment kits. Nanobots stream from the notum rich container and crawl into Ogg's bullet ridden armor. Wounds knit instantly and Ogg scrambles to his feet.
Guards pour in from both entrance and exit as the team reaches the center isle. Fighting defensively, Gorehound and Brinks unload onto the guards approaching from the front, while Ogg and Doc stave off those from behind. Activating his reflection shield, Gorehound hears bullets whizzing past him to ping harmlessly off his shield. Other pass through the team, hitting their own men in a crossfire. Gorehound and the others use this to their advantage, dropping guards one after the other, always concentrating their fire on one target until he drops. Doc cries out in pain and stumbles to one knee, but a quickly administered first-aid kit brings him back to his feet.
Ogg is making short work on the group behind them. Ogg is killing things, so Ogg is happy. Singing some rousing, though slightly off-key, battle song, he swings his beam relentlessly, crushing through one guard after another. Doc's laser bursts sizzle around him but all land on target. Ogg smashes and Ogg sings. Ogg is happy.
After about 5 minutes of furious fighting, the guard force is eliminated. Breathing heavily, the team looks around at the shattered tubes. Almost all of the have spilled their contents on the floor, leaving it gooey and slippery. Wet, squelching sounds and guttural moans can be heard in the darkness.
"I think we're in trouble team.", Gorehound says, slamming another clip into his guns. "Heal up, quickly! Here they come!"
(to be continued in the next post....)
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