Asteroid Blues

– Relieved? How the hell are we relieved from our territory as if we were some kind of dumbasses?
– I don’t know, Sir. They must be off they’re frigging trolley.
– Ya bet it. Dismiss soldier. We ain’t moving here. Our orders are to defend, not to give our land like that.
– Yes, Sir!

The Scots Guard salutes his Lieutenant and dismisses.

“I sense a disturbance in my kilt. This isn’t right. Frigging give the land to those who don’t bleed it? No way”.

A familiar sound rushed through the area. Turning his head, Wallace saw the trail of a missile passing overhead.

“Doooooooooown”

All the units hit the ground as fast as they could, cursing in good ol’ Scottish!

-Lads, take positions. Fireteam around me. I want the Wulvers and the two heavy Scots. Isobel, Dozer and Cherry, go ahead and secure the Armory. Forbs spread out and mark whatever you see out there, we can make use of all the ammo we have. You, camo guy, get on that corner and shoot whatever comes our flank”.

-Yes, Sir!

The battle started with Wallace covering with smoke the movement of Isobel, Cherry and the Dozer as they were in sight of a Hollow man with missile launcher. The girls made their move covered by good ol’ smoke, but the doors were picky to open (2 wasted orders) so they blew it up with a nice T2 burst.

-Sir, the armory is secured. The Dozer pick up a DDO, I’m placing a mauler near the northern entrance. Cherry is covering the both north and west entrances, the way is clear.
-Roger that, lass. On our way. Wallece turned to his fireteam and said: “Balls to the walls, lads. Let’s make them suffer”.

The team started to advance covered by the smoke. They were reaching the door when one of the Scots saw something glittering.

– Sir? I saw something out there. Orders?
– Take a peak. We’ll wait for you here.

The Guard made it to the south western border of the Armory and leaned a bit. He saw a Poppet.

– Lock and loaded, baby. I’ve got contact, Sir. Fire at will?
– Gaun yersel’!

The man aimed and shot. But the weapon jammed and after a short delay, the rounds left the cannon, missing completely the five shots. In the middle of his awe, a whisper rip the air and hit him in his heart. Insane in the membrane!

– Scotsman, are you there? Darn, he’s down. Everyone take defensive stances inside the building, come on.

Wallace got back to back with Cherry and covered the West door. One Wulver took the east side with the remaining Scots Guard of the fireteam and the other the south western.

– Let’s await those bastards here! HHmmm, I sense a disturbance in my kilt.

Suddenly, the northen door got blasted! No time for reactions. Another missile went through the destroyed door and made some Cherry Kiltlada.

Seeing his Lieutnant fall, the Scots Guard went of his trolley and went out to shoot his missile launcher, but was no match for the skilled hollow man perfectly positioned there.

– “Stay calmed”, said Isobel
– Yes ma’am

They waited, and waited while hearing more detonations and explotions. No comms with the rest of the team were received during that time. Anxiety was just making adrenaline more and more stronger in their bodies.

A blast on the eastern door. Three gunshots and Isobel got down in a blink. Damn, this is so hard to bear. Just the three of them inside the Armory, hanging against a full hollow men team!

Those guys descended and moved towards the door. Those Wulvers were about to jump into battle, desperate for bloodlust.

Finally, the approached too much and hell went loose: the westen Wulver shot his T2 rifle, taking down their leader while resisting their shots. The eastern Wulver saw one of the guys by a dim space in the door and sliced a grenade through it. The blast took down another guy down.

The enemy fireteam was so desperate, that they rushed inside the building, making one of the Wulvers to quickly jump into melee combat with the team leader. That close combat was so fierce, the Wulvers and the Dozer (still alive) fought like warrior poets, taking down both hollow men at the cost of the engineer. One Wulver got trapped with the eletric pulse of the stempler.

Finally, exhausted and bloodied, the Wulvers were executed by a haris of poppets who won the day for Nomads.