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Starcraft RPG Chapter One: Swallowing the Hook
The dropship shuddered as the United Earth flyer barely missed another barrage of AA fire from the rapidly growing installation below. What had once been a speck on the brown wasteland of the planet below on the vidscreen had grown to the size of a quarter, oen of the more standard terran architecture of a ringed defence wall with the command complex in the center of the ring. Small bursts of light were the only indication that this place was the reason for their problems. The door to the ****pit had jarred open on a grazing hit as the wounded ship tried to navigate in the maze of fire. A special Op was supposed to have disabled these turrets, but something must have gone horribly wrong, as the unescorted flight of dropships that were supposed to be able to land unhindered were now flying for their lives. Zulu 341 over! This is Echo 321. stay nose down pilot, we can't let up from the dive for a second or we'll all be... A brief roar and then only static flowed over the line as the pilot cut the feed quickly. Soon another voice came over. This is Tango 387!
We just lost Echo 321 and X-Ray 345! The voice could be heard reading out trajectories for the crashes, but it was all procedure, everyone knew that there would be no survivor pickup for this critical mission. Foxtrot's out of action, attempting crash landing near target, for the love of Terra SPREAD OUT PILOTS! The Pilot sees a warning buzz over his HUD as he tries to control the decent of the damaged dropship: +ETA 2 minutes!+
A mean looking grizzled marine in power armor decorated with numerous engravings steps out into the dim light from the edges of the ship. Alright marines! This isn't a drill,
squad A, sound OFF!
(This is when you introduce your characters, you're the pilot patriarch, and marines and others need to sound off now, except the ghosts...)
The mission was supposed to be a bloodless one. Your predecessors were supposed to extract the package without incident, but something went wrong. Now a direct assault is needed, and you have been dispatched to take out the generator powering the AA guns.
Sophisticated lock out devices on the entrance computers has held you back this far, and you are running behind schedule. But the computer couldn't handle the combined intellect of the both of you, you are both ghosts, the elite of the Terran special forces.
You expertly navigate the long corridors, evading any sentries you see. You are in a hurry to complete your first objective, but as you reach a large hangar like room, with what must be the generator in the center of it, you are confronted with a problem. Two goliaths, th walking mechanised heavy infantry common throughout this sector, stand unmoving before the generator, and the plastic explosive each of you have been provided for this mission is ineffective unless implanted onto the generator itself. There is also a control station at the farther end of the room where two technicians are yelling orders into a microphone,
trying to coordinate the frantic defence with the AA guns against the incoming dropships.
Two soldiers with rifles stand with them, looking intensely over their shoulders into the screens.
Trying his best phestus took a steep dive and then tryed getting it up again, doing his best to avoid the incoming fire from the AA guns, keeping the dropship on route to the targeted landing place trying to get it on the ground before the ship would explode from the damage it had taken. ''damnit! two minuts in this hell is gonna be a tough one!'' phestus semingly complained to himself.
Looking at Fallout, Winter motioned for him to move forward while she would provide a distraction. Using the enhancing power of the suit, she activated the cloaking field that covered her slender form before bringing up her variant rifle, aiming at one of the Goliath pilots. With any luck the pilot would move his machine a little closer and increase the chance of the shot penetrating and killing the pilot..
Take my love, take my land, take me to where I cannot stand; I don't care I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me.
"The difference between gods and daemons largely depends upon where one is standing at the time."- Lorgar
Member of the Fluff Masters Clan
yes frank Johnson here
frank don't salute the officer he just concentrate on hanging on
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Fallout glanced upward for just a moment, staring intently at the muffled sounds on the other side of the cieling . Somewhere in the roaring chaos of explosions and weapons fire in the sky above him, he could make out the sound of a Dropship's engines sturggling to carry the ship through all kinds of death and deliver it's cargo safetly to the ground. The men in those ships where depending on him. He must not fail. The woman's movement's forced his attention back to the situation at hand. She signaled him to move foward,and he did,his cloaking device sparking to life as he took his frst steps out from behind the large rock he was crouching behind. An invisible liquid seemed to slowly trickle out from his chest and within seconds the only sign that he was there was a strange distortion moving trough the landscpae and a trail of disembodied footprints appearing in the dust that covers the floor. He suddenly appears again closer to the Goliaths. His body materialising behind a stack of crates, already in a firing position,well hidden from the machine's view. He waited for the signal from the other ghost. He focuses, his timing must be perfect....
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Timothy looks around trying to get a grib of the situation
Timothy Bell reporting in... awaiting orders
The dropship shudders more violently this time, and the occupants fall to the ground and go sliding as the dropship takes another evasive dive. The marine in the graffited armor,
whom you know to be Master Seargent Vines, goes flying back into the wall by the ****pit door, slamming unceremoniously to the ground. He curses colorfully and loudly as you hear the powered armor whirring as he struggles to raise his weight from the ground.
He presses a button on the wall and immediately the vidscreen was filled with what appeared to be a small disk like shap with spires rising from the sides.
"This is our target ladies, memorize this, and retrieve this package. Secondary mission is acquire any other useful information, so says HQ, whatever the hell that means.
Its supposedly some kinda emitter doohicky, but leave that to the white coats, we are marines, you are A squad, the best, you WILL succeed do you understand me?! You....
Vines' words are lost in the sound of metal ripping outside the aircraft.
The pilot is alerted that the secondary fuel tanks have caught fire, the computer's scrolling text recommending jettison before catastrophic damage is caused. The air below the ship is suddenly imbroiled by multiple explosions, either dive through it, or change course.
From the readouts, a roundabout loop from the other side of the base would lead through less fire paths of the defensive guns, as the main deployment group from this route is facing murderous fire.
Fallout succeeds at passing unnoticed in plain site to behind the crates, his distorted image passing under the noses of the unaware goliaths. They appear to be on partial standbye at the moment, the pilots inside staring intently at screens before them, most likely feeding them information at the invasion above them. One is sipping on some beverage from a large glass mug, his combat mask hanging on his neck. The only sounds from outside the room are sounds of chaos and yelling from other parts of the base, no doubt troops scrambling to repel the encroaching UED forces. It occurs to the both of you that the name of this world and the forces you are fighting have not been shared to you,
you as military pawns do not need to know the specifics, just the mission.
Neither of you have been noticed.
*edit: a heads up, out of town till wed.
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''Hang on to your helmets people! this will be a rough one!'' phestus yelled into the mike in the cocpit as he dives directly through the heavy fire, trying his best to get throught it in one piece.