Furry Defence Force - Adventures (Act 3: The Brink)

[AlmarRaccoon]

I'm not sure when we'll be picked up, but for now lets lie low and hope to not get in any more trouble.

[Sn0w]

Snow felt the hull of the huey vibrating beneath him as he sat on the bench, looking out the window. They'd been flying for close to an hour, and he saw they were getting close to the evac site. The Russian relay compound had a giant hole in the wall, and he could see dark bodies on the beach a few miles down. "That must be them," he said to the pilot over his mic. "Two o'clock low, let's get them out of there." He could see Russian trucks and jeeps starting to flood out of the compound, if they didn't leave now, they'd have one hell of a firefight on their hands.
The chopper started it's decent, the bodies getting clearer as they got closer. "Turn us around, get me a good angle on those trucks," he said to the pilot, mounting the left side vulcan minigun, When they had almost landed, the enemy vehicles were in sight and Snow opened fire, riddling the hood and windshield of the first jeep with a hail of bullets. It exloded in a bright orange mushroom cloud, but the rest of the vehicles just swerved around it. "GET IN! NOW, MOVE!" Snow yelled over his comms to the team as the hatch opened and they touched down.

[AlmarRaccoon]

*Runs and stands near the helicopter to provide covering fire for the rest of the team*
Run for it! We can't hold them off all day!
*Sits in the open door and switches to duel makarov pistols and unloads on the enemies.*

[kivabunny]

Aurora  screamed at the chopper pilot " their anti-air is still up,  get everyone out of here as fast as possible, I know who is manning the anti-air, I can stop her and catch up now LOAD UP AND GO!!!!!

[Lance Corpral J.Luther]

A Tough rumble could be heard behind the Heli's Position, the newest recruit for the local FDF Squadron,appearing into the scene of gun fire and chaos unveild the massive 20 foot beast of steel, the GUARDIAN Mecha. A Prototype from Cerberus, It was drowning in tech from densly never before seen alloyed armour to the very cup dispensers inside the cockpit were tuned for perfection by its pilot, Haze, Only known as so, He prodced a local radio signal, Friendly, Loaded for bear, then a voice.. rough, but young, a little too young in a way "Haze here, Awaiting orders!" The massive mech aimed at the enemy forces with its larger HE Howitzer, using friction and air friction it would end up setting the actual round to blazing heats, before it fired the charge could be hear, The mech now placing itself a good 20 meters away from the bird, Inside Haze was concentrated and focused, and determined as hell to make his first impresstion good for his fellow allies. He saw the many bodies around him, he couldnt consentrate on that right now, what matterd was thie extraction of the team and the chopper, with the FDF Emblem flyig on the lumbering beasts right arm, he was flying thier colours, but where did he come from in such a hurry?
 

[AlmarRaccoon]

*Almar Replies over the coms channel*
Hello Haze, thanks for the assistance. By the way, that's a nice ride you've got there!

[Lance Corpral J.Luther]

Haze chuckled, a sweat tear dripping from his brow from the first impresstions, reading the presence of lighter allied armour also on the way, Haze released the round into a small group, breaking their frontal assault through shock and awe and overwhelming firepower. Hopfully driving them back further from the sheer intimerdation of such a large and powerful enemy, the round was ear peircing at the least, cutting through the air like a hot knife through butter, with the impact of a Meduim sized bomb for now, capable of masses of destruction with every shot, Haze had to keep his rounds under controll to avoid collateral damage, following up a few seconds later with a 5 second burst of the massive duel heavy machineguns mounted on the left arm, every round coming at such a velocity and so quickly after the next he hoped to keep them in cover, or kill them off, Haze had liked to keep controlled... for now...

[Sn0w]

Snow watched the mech tear through the enemy, not sure if he should be scared or in awe of the carnage before him. The enemies that had pursued the team to the beach were starting to fall back, but he could see Russian BMPs taking their place. Snow left the minigun and grabbed a LAW rocket launcher from under the seat. He ran out and crouched beside Almar, lining up the first of the light armoured vehicles. The rocket screeched out of the tube, hitting the first BMP in the tread and disabling it. Now a chokepoint was formed on the beach of burning steel truck bodies, it would make holding them back far easier. Aurora had disappeared a minute ago, screaming something about anti-air, but the rest of the team still needed to be loaded in. That mech would prove troublesome to get away; Snow doubted it's ability to even fit inside...
 
That's when inspirarion struck. Snow ran to the Huey's lift cable, grabbed the hooked end, and started running for Haze

[Lance Corpral J.Luther]

Haze had provided significant support now, yes, he was massive, but the Mecha had its ways of getting around, the low ground sound of a even bigger helicopter could be heard and even felt, not get in the area of operations from the AA contacts detected, For somthing so big as The Mech, "Conflict" it needed an even bigger transport, yet the bird had yet to revel itself, Conflict had layed waste to its choosen targets, dealing with the biggest threats to the team, nothing significant had come yet to Conflict, inside the beasts right Support Cannon, Was the charge up for an even bigger shot, the low rumble coming to a high, rough scream, letting the carnage released as the shot buried itself deep behind the enemys main foothold, after half a second the penetration of the round alone took out a truck and the disabled BTR, the round then engulfed a good section of the force with a odd glowing flame of a prototype round, using this came to its diadvantages, overheating was a common problem for Conflict and Haze, The cannon now steaming, and the entire barrel red hot itself, it had to cool down, making the entire weapon open all these differant slates, along with the arm and smoke barreling from the back of the machine, Conflict continued making use of the heafty machinegun mounted on his left arm, the explosive electrical incenidary rounds again and again, the strange thing was the size of the casing from the sides, like they were artillary shells then the normal sized round.

[SilverBane]

Zan slowly walked slowly through the jungle. Scouting out ahead of the main unit to Scout out a safe path. He wasn't sure about the mission, but he followed his orders and did what he was told to do. He reached up and decided to call into the squad and report in. But as he spoke into the radio, nothing was heard. He put it up to his ear then tried again. Nothing. Just static. He sighed.
"Nothing?" his wing man asked. His name was Willy and it was his job to man the belt of the M-60 and ensure the rounds fed easily into the gun. Zan looked at him and sighed again. 
"Nothing...Lets keep going, the main unit is right behind us"
To that Zan and Willy kept walking. But Willy stopped and Zan looked at him.
"Whats wrong?"
"Shhh..." Said Willy silently. Zan twitched his ear and looked around. Not a sound.
"Willy I think your-"
Snap thap, and Willy was down. Screaming at the top of his lungs and holding onto his thigh which had taken a direct hit by a bullet. Gun fire quickly erupted in their direction and Zan dived down on top of Willy as dirt began to kick up around them from the bullets. He then readied the M-60 as quick as he could then fired off a few suppressing rounds then drug his friend over to a small creek for cover. With Willy down and safe. Zan popped his head up and began to attempt to hold them off. He tried radioing in, but still nothing. Willy needed help, held pressure on the wound but the bleeding didnt stop. Neither did his cries of pain. He fired off a few more round then went to grab Willy to get him out of there. But as he moved the area was surrounded by gun fire. Zan ducked down over Willy, his heart pounding heavily in his chest as he shielded Willy from the bullets. He then got back on his gun and continued to fire at the enemy that he had seen.
He could hear their cries, the sounds of their vehicle. The smell of their scents. He pulled his pistol as he heard a twig snap and squeezed off two rounds at a flanking enemy who laid there lifeless.


He seen some of the enemies drop and smiled. Snipers...thank god. But he didnt stop firing. If he did stop, he and his friend were both dead. Then he seen something...strange. The enemies he shot...werent dying((Zombies))
"What the hell?"
Then he seen a head explode from the snipers and he realized thats what he head to do. So he did. He drew his pistol and shot the heads of the enemies who were near him then felt a sharp pain enter his right shoulder and he felt to the ground with a loud yelp. He clutched his teeth together and gasped but continued to shoot. He stood back up and re loaded the M-60 with more rounds and continued to fight. He stopped shooting seeing the enemy run away slightly or duck behind cover before the area light up in a barrage of artillery shells sending the trees tumbling down and the earth into the air. He dived onto Willy again in a protective fashion and covered both their heads before looking up at a mech. He smiled at it, never before had he been so happy to see something that deadly. He strapped the M-60 to his own body then through the weight and pain slung Willy over his shoulders and began to run towards the Mech. He gasped through the pain but it didnt bother him.
The mech then fired another round that sent Zan to the ground. The enemy line had been engulfed in the flames of the Mech's shot. Zan was alittle scared but shook it off and picked up his friend again and continued to run back to the main force. Their bodies and weapons covered in their blood and the mud from the creek. His body hurt, his shoulder throbbed, but he pressed on back to the main force until his body finally gave out on him. He hit the ground hard, and they laid there a moment. Zan tried to get up, but couldnt get the strength to. He groaned and grabbed Willy by his vest and started dragging him until he finally reached the main force.

[Master Sgt. Ember]

"Commander, we are reachin' the flashpoint in two mikes, how does the ground team copy? I repeat, this is Steel company leader, Command Sargent Ember. Two mikes to flash point."


Ember sat in the comfy seat of her modified Apocalypse class tank, feeling the treads rip into the ground under her, speeding towards the site command had told them the battle was ensuing.


"Command to Steel Company" the radio flickered to life.


"I read ya loud and clear command." Ember barked into her com.


"We already have a heavy mech in the area, so radio out your frequency so it doesn't identify your company as targets."


"Rodger Wilco, Command. Any special orders?"


"Use of your flamethrowers is allowed here. Try not to hit civilians."


Ember grinned. One of the two favorite parts of her tanks were the modified flamethrowers she had personally installed. She squealed with delight and turned off the radio to command and changed the frequency to the rest of the 4 tanks in her platoon.


"You heard the boss, maggots! Ready those flamethrowers, position yourselves for full coverage. We pass the mech and burn the hell out of the place! And don't be stingy on the rounds!"


She slammed her visor down over her head, targeting and loading computers booting up. She absent mindedly played with the harley davidson motorcycle keychain on her belt, just as the five tanks burst from the underbrush into the firefight.


"FDF Mech, this is Command Sargent Ember of the Furry Defence Force's Steel company. Do not target, I repeat, Do Not Target. Do you copy?"

[Sn0w]

Snow stopped dead in his tracks. As he ran away from the Huey, a second set of propeller blades drew his attention. Looking around he could barely make out another bird hovering beyond the treeline, but he couldn't see exactly what it was. 'That must be Haze's ride,' he thought to himself. He suddenly felt foolish standing in the middle of the beach holding a tow cable with no purpose, but the feeling was quickly interrupetd by small arms fire making splashes in the sand in front of him. Snow ran for cover while pulling out his Colt .45 and firing wildly at the enemy.
 
He crouched behind a large piece of shrapnel, reloading his pistol and contemplating his next move. Haze's cannon was glowing red and he saw slates open up along it's length, smoke billowing from the openings. The mech seemed unstoppable though, as his left arm kept firing, a pile of shells accumulating at his feet.
 
The ground began to rumble beneath him and he heard treet trunks splitting as five tanks burst through the treeline onto the beach. "FDF Mech, this is Command Sgt. Ember...Defence Force's Steel company..." The comms were barely audible over Haze's miniguns, but Snow was relieved to hear these tanks were friendly. He turned and refocused on the enemy's failing battle line. What started as an in and out evac mission had turned into a full-on battle.

[Lance Corpral J.Luther]

Over the mic, heavy breathing could be heard, Haze's preformance had been taking a tole on his body from controlling the massive machine, sweating and panting, He replied "C-...Copy Steel Company, Stay well away from the firing line, and tell the extraction team to stay away underneath me... The shells... ahm.. The shells are rather large...heh." Conflicts Cannon had cooled down by now, charging up the cannon the same ring could be heard from the heating of the huge round, aiming for the centre to hopfully finish them, the heat inside the cockpit was immensive and punishing, taking its tole on Conflicts Pilot, Firering the main heavy support cannon, he winced in pain from the shock and extreme heat on his fatigued body, unleashing the devastation once more, the round vibrating through the air and once it hit, it engulfed the enemy forces in one massive explostion of great force, making the very ground tremble, No one had seen the pilot just yet, but he was in bad shape with amount of stress on his body and mind, he needed to finish this fight and by launching off that hefty punch followed with a rain of heavy seering lead from the machingun, he hoped to of stopped it and end the firefight, or things could become... Problematic... He can't tell the squad about his status.. He didnt want to become a liability in this battle,and for the squad...

[SilverBane]

Zan stopped for a moment then got a better grip on Willy's vest then continued to drag him to safety. He could hear the bullets cutting through the air around him from both sides fighting. The shots ringing heavy in his ears, the constant firing of the Mech's mini guns. The large shells hammering the ground near the Mech's feet, making clunks and clatters as more fell on them. The cries of Willy as Zan drug him. All this made his heart beat heavily in his chest. He stopped and went to hawl Willy onto his shoulders. POP and Zan's head was shot back and he hit the ground. He fumbled around then seen the cloth of his helm cover hanging over his face. He was one, lucky bastard. The helm took a bullet, but it ricocheted off and left him harmless. He grabbed Willy again then laid him down behind some cover near where another FDF was. ((Snow))


Zan then began to apply pressure on Willy's leg and looked around.
"Medic!" He yelled out. He wasnt sure if there was one. But he had to yell for one incase there was. He growled then took his knife and cut his sleeve to jacket before ripping it off his arm. He then wrapped it around Willy's leg and tied it down tight to Willy'e wound. Willy knew what to do and held the wound tightly. Zan's shoulder throbbed but he paid little never mind to it. He set up his M-60 and began to fire at the enemies he had seen. He could hear the rumbling of the tanks coming and he was able to cease fire a moment and back off while the tanks were able to make their rounds. What ever enemies he seen, he would shoot at but didnt have an exact area to aim at unless someone told him to open fire there. So he shot at only what he seen until others ordered him elsewhere. He worried though. He worried for Willy, and if he and the others could survive this battle. Which was supposed to be in and out. But proves how anything in a mission, could happen..and turned into a pit of hell.

[Lance Corpral J.Luther]

Coflicts left leg suddenly slambed itself infrot of Zan, the bits of mud and flint of rocls kicked up in his face, followed by the many pings ad bangs from heavy btr rouds and many assault rifle rounds hitting the Mecha's leg hard, As the slats oened to col again, Haze was realy taking the heat, trying to cover all aspects of the team so they can get out, he knew they  were waiting on one individual whom needed to disable the AA in the area, Otherwise if she failed, Haze would do the job himself, His body was covered in sweat, inside the ccockpit was like an ove to Conflicts pilot,, most under this sort of presure would either die or become heavily damaged from exhaustion ad over heating, but Haze kept it together, Heneeded to if this battle was going to keep as it was, covering the tewo soldiers with his own armoured limb, he'd hoed that the squad was okay, for now they were winning, then Haze spoke over coms, his voice exhausted, pantig slowly, heavily, he said "How long do we have to hold out for?,.. Getting... A little toasty In here!" His adernaline kicked in, growling at first, Haze bcame violent, and aressive, His instancts had kicked in for him to survive, as his animalistic roars ad war cries were on comms, Haze lunged forward, using a booster on his back ment for emergancy landing scenarios, towards the enemy, the mech placed its massive right foot on a btr, crushing it with a quick stomp, getting hit with another set of rounds, Conflict boosted to it again Placing the barrel to the light armour, and making it into nothing but hot moltern pulp with lightly charged multiple rounds from the Heavy Support Caon, whipping to its left, Coflict rained red hot lead onto the troops firing at him nearby, the mech suddenly produced a raw, long and intimerdating blade, lunging it into aother set of armour, melting it into moltern metal again, and the crew with it... This side of Haze, was the only way for him to live in his view, this astounding amount of power and brute force, needed to be shown both to the friendly forces, and all whom oposed them in battle.