Shadows of the Universe (Sci-fi Action RP)(Started)(Closed)

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James lined down the large enemies, in a row of three, and fired. While his allies had been fighting, he and McMillan had slowly migrated to the other end of the sand dune, and assembled and loaded the large rifle. James sighted down some of the creatures in a row, and aimed for the least armored part of center mass he could find on the first, which was hard considering it seemed to have the most armor of the creatures, their version of a heavy probably. The round impacted directly between armor plates onto it's body, ripping a hole in it, and the round hit the next one with enough force to make it stumble, and produce a sickly crack and some bleeding, it was wounded, meanwhile James was setting the stand on the rifle for another shot while he reloaded the round, and tried to stab the support stand as deep into the sand as he could, McMillan took his assault rifle and let loose a volley on the creature Rick mentioned, managing to shoot a limb out and damaging it's weapon

James then nearly got killed by a plasma round, a small burn on his shoulder right where his armor ended bled well. Harmless graze, as McMillan finished his magazine and ducked down to reload as James started trying to draw a map in the sand from his blood "They're aim isn't too bad, they almost managed to be as dangerous as us for a half-second of luck" James joked on the radio, as he activated his cloak and got back onto the rifle "Anyone got grenades?"

"How about rockets?"

Rick swung the dripping shield onto his back and replaced it with the rocket launcher. He ran to the top of the dune and aimed at the largest creature. Two bullets hit him as he fired.

d20+6: 10

The rocket smashed into the tank's leg, blowing it off. The tank fell to the ground.

Rick ducked back behind the dune. "I'd better not use all my ammo here... I've only got seven rockets left!"

"Do you have any other sorts of ammo? Say the Strike Round micro-nuclear option for this rifle of mine" James sounded hopeful as he and McMillan examined the map in the sand, and planned firing volleys

"Nope, I didn't know what to take. Tell me next time before we go to the armory, and I'll stock up..."

Rick's shield was about half repaired at this point, so he swapped the rocket launcher for it. He glanced around to see who was in most trouble.

"Wonderful, a firefight with aliens that won't die and I'm stuck with weaponry that couldn't hit a sky-scraper at this sort of range!" Regardless, Jobe pulled one of the pistols out of a shoulder-holster and climbed to the top of the dune to join the other members firing desperately at the gaggle of immortal xeno's. Jobe raised his gun and blind fired about ten shots then risked a quick peak over the lip of the ridge. The dumb things seemed quite happy to stand in open ground and shoot at them, the cocky things. Jobe wasn't going to be much use unless the hostile came within chargeing range, but even then the acid guns they seemed to be carrying would probably screw him up.
He began looking around, trying to find a route he could use to out-flank the aliens.

"Oh look, grenades." Kell mumbled, reaching into his waist pack and pulling out a small box. He pulled out several small parts, one around the size and shape of an apple and the other a small cylinder. He began hurriedly screwing the two together. He flinched slightly as a round impacted a foot or two from his head.
"Fucking Clearwater posh prick shitty intel didn't even bother to scout the area fuck!" He muttered confusedly as he finished assembling the grenade.
He stood up and with a shout of "Frag out!" he tossed the grenade overhand towards the group of hostiles. He overshot a bit and it landed between the three in the back of the group. A moment later there was a loud *CRACK* as the grenade exploded, shredding the armor of the two closest to it and bringing them down. The third stumbled, its back exposed and bleeding but it continued on. A rogue bit of shrapnel hit the weapon of the smaller, black enemy. It turned to fire on Kell but with a *WHOOMPH* its rifle exploded, sending a shimmering wave of heat all around it and leaving only the torso of the creature remaining.

"Next time, can you give me a grenade there Kell? I know a trick from my service on Earth, which is hard to do with imaginary explosives, which have slightly less yield"

McMillan was busy shooting their heads, and actually manage to kill the one that got his back shredded
"Haha! Sir, with all do respect-" "You have less than half my killcount, McMillan, congratulations" James fired off one of his four Depleted uranium rounds and managed to make the torsos of two of the monsters, spattering their parts on the sand and making their bodies fly down like ragdolls, then he took cover to load another normal round

Rick remembered what Jobe told him about his tactics, and saw him looking for a second route that involved less melty-metal-death. He looked and saw that the remaining aliens were getting pretty close - only a mad dash away from the base of the dune. He had an idea. "HEY JOBE! If gyou get behind me, I can get you closer!" Rick extended his nearly repaired shield in front of him and jogged back up to the top of the dune, waiting expectantly.

"Well, I think that's all of them."
Kell turned to James.
"If I'd been expecting combat I would have actually kept the grenades assembled. Dangerous to run around with live explosives when you aren't even fighting. Anyway..."
He reached into his pouch and pulled out the box again, tossing it to James.
"There's parts for 5 more grenades in there and I've got another box in here as well. Just take the fuze, er...the cylinder, and screw it into the top. After that you know what to do with it."

James caught the box and strapped it on "Fair enough. I'm going to cloak on over and examine what we just killed, they might have snipers we don't know about. Keep McMillan here, I can't have him revealing we're still here because he wants more fight." with that, James faded out

McMillan was slowly looking around the dune, and then he was apparently tossed down by nothing, and rolled near Kell, getting up and pointing his rifle "Where are they? I'll pop their head!"

Jobe looked over at Rick. He seemed honestly willing to rush an acid spewing gun line just to get him closer. A VERY valuable ally, Jobe was glad he'd managed to restrain himself on the ship. "Whenecer you're ready...oh wait." People seemed to have stopped firing. Jobe glanced over the ridge. There was a distinct lack of enemy movement.
Jobe snarled and punched the dune in frustration. His heart was beating and he could feel the enhanced adrenalin pumping out of his glands. Steady Jobe, steady. He slowed his breathing and the flow of adrenalin abated. No point in going psycho when there're no enemies to kill.
"Thanks for the offer, but I think we're done here." Jobe smiled and reloaded "Another time though, I promise." Jobe grabbed a nearby pebble and threw it at the feather called McMillan, a little more forcefully than he meant to "Hey! Shut up would you? And point that thing down before you accidentaly shoot down our transport ship or something."

"Well, now I just feel like an idiot." Rick grinned sheepishly. "Don't worry, though, I doubt that's the last we've seen of them... where do you think they came from?"

"Hopefully. I'd guess a rival co-orporation trying to colonise this place, and although the intelligence division is wrong more often than a blind amnesiac playing 'card pairs' I'd assume that at some point, someone would have realised another starship was being made. I guess that leaves us with aliens."

As the firefight ended, Chris started the playback of the footage of the hostiles. He zoomed in and slowed down, parts of the video, and soon noticed that these things looked reptilian in stature, but with all the armor they had on it was difficult to tell from this distance. He stopped the video and trotted over to Jason and said, "Hey Jason, I got some footage here that you might want to check out."

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Jason hefted his rifle over his shoulder and looked over to the dead enemies. "Okay guys take two of each type of them back to the Pegasus, we should do some studies on them!" Jason ordered as he walked over to chris. "So what do you have on them?" Jason asked as chris showed him the video of the battle. Jason saw their size and the strength of their armor from the video, He saw that they also had no fear of being hit. "Either they have full confidence in their armor or these guys will be very hard to fight." Jason thought to himself. "Nice work Sgt." Jason said as he gave chris a pat on the back.

"Okay guys double time I want those bodies on the Pegasus three minutes ago!" Jason ordered as he picked up one of the aliens weapons. "How the hell do you use this thing?" Jason thought as he looked over the strange weapon. "Screw it I'll look over them later." Jason thought agitated at the fact he couldn't make heads or tails of it. Jason went over and picked up one of the black aliens weapons and started to walk off towards the pegasus with both the weapons in hand.

James went over to one of the small creatures and dragged one onto the pegasus, having found one with it's weapon mostly intact, James piled it onto the other corpse and huffed, jumping up and laying down in the cargo webbing, using battery kit as a pillow to laze with

Trotted over to Pegasus asking Rick, "Hey Rick, how're these guys for God's-failed-chupathingy?" Chris knew that he would have to check those bodies for any kind of electrical equipment.

RICK: "A little less... Eldritch abomination-like than I anticipated. I have my doubts about them making these holes." Rick walked over to one of the dead black creatures and carefully picked up its gun and fired it at the sand. A terrible smell rose from the sand and it quickly melted, staying molten for about five seconds before quickly cooling into glass.

Rick carefully brought the weapon back to Chris. "Here... have this. It fires heat. See what you can make of it." Speaking louder so that everyone nearby could hear him, "Do me a favor, guys! If we face these things again, don't expect me to be your mobile bullet magnet or wall or whatever until we've horribly murdered ALL of the small black ones. I'm not risking intense heat-stroke in two hits or less."

KNOBS: Private Knobs wasn't excessively disappointed that he couldn't go down to the surface, the flamethrower he had been working on with Colon was too interesting and going too well to not be excited about working on it.

The explosives chamber was about done, now he just had to test it. Never had all the metal in his vest been so useful.

He checked a directory for a firing range, and ran to the closest one. It was in the exterior of the ship, so he didn't travel through the main city to get there.

The test went quite well - a grenade with two liters of gasoline traveled a good fifty feet and left a black streak on the floor. He calmly thanked the slack-jawed attendant and left, taking three more grenades and a tank of gasoline with him. It was a wonder they still used gasoline, but it's the only way that a couple systems in the ship ran.

Jobe decided the worst was over, and clambered up over the dune. He walked cautiously down to the bodies of the creatures and began looking over them while some of the others dragged the carcasses to the transport. He knelt down and pulled the helmet off one of the bodies and looked at the face underneath. Interesting. Jobe got back up and began walking back to the group. He called loudly: "So do we get medals for being the first humans to ever kill aliens on another planet? Should I start writing my memoirs?"

"Let's just worry about getting the bodies back on the Pegasus before something else decides to try and kill us." Jason called back. He whipped his brow as he looked around the battle area, it was too hot for his liking and it was causing him to sweat. "Those things were too well trained and their weapons were too advanced for that to be the only group of em. This mission just got much harder" Jason thought to himself as he went back to overseeing the retrieval of the bodies.

Chris grabbed the weapon from Rick and turned it over a few times. He decided not to shoot it and wait to get back on the Berlin where he could do some real testing and find out what makes this gun tick. Chris then made a few copies of the battle footage he had captured and forwarded them to Jason's PDA and the investigative team on the Berlin to see what they make of it.

Jason was inspecting one of the alien weapons when the ground started to shake. "What the hell is going on?" Jason questioned looking around trying to find the source. He looked at the hole and it was still intact and didn't even look like it was collapsing on itself. He then heard a loud roar coming from inside of the hole. "Everyone get away from the hole!" Jason shouted as the squad backed away from the hole. Jason pointed his rifle at the hole waiting for whatever was in there to come out.

Jason then saw a large green hand grab onto the ledge of the hole, Jason took a shot at the hand hoping to knock whatever it was back down the hole. The bullet then ricocheted off the hand like it was made of some type of metal. The creature then roared again but this time it was louder and it made jason cover his ears. "Pax.......... Go get the Pegasus started......... NOW!" Jason ordered after the creature stopped roaring. "Everyone get back to the pegasus." Jason ordered in a soft tone while backing away from the hole.

Jason saw the hand of the creature move as it pulled itself out of the hole. Jason was stunned by what he saw, he saw a very large green monster that looked like it was covered in diamonds. The creature took a long glance at the frozen soldiers and roared at the group. One of the soldiers from the tokyo panicked and started to shoot at the monster. The monster looked over at the soldier and in one quick move ran at the soldier. The monster took its arm and crushed the soldier into the sand instantly killing him. The monster then lifted it's bloody hands from the sand and looked back over at the group and roared again at them.

"POTENTIALLY A CHUPACABRA FROM THE BOWELS OF HELL!" Rick hollered before any battlefield smartasses could ask. He wasn't well protected against crushing, and while it looked like he'd survive an initial attack from the thing, he wasn't all that keen on testing that idea.

Rick turned and broke into a sprint towards the drop zone, then checked himself, stopped and turned around, checking to make sure that everyone was as safe as could be expected.

James groaned from his napping in the Pegasus, and when he saw the creature he froze "Captain, permission to call in orbital assets?" James asked quickly into comms.

McMillan almost squeaked as he ran in a full on sprint, having become very fast from the hard training he'd received, he dived into the drop vehicle and grabbed an SVD, preparing to cover other squadmates as they ran in, he couldn't go get them however, in his dive, he bruised a shin. "...Ss.s.s.s Sgt, orders?" James looked down and nodded "Cover anybody if they need it avoid having it notice us unless absolutely necessary to piss it off. Rick, do you have enough rockets to kill it?"

"I have no clue! That thing looks like it could take at least three rockets to the face alone!"

Rick glanced back at the thing. "Should I be escorting people back to the ship, lobbing rockets at it, or running so fast that I leave a small canyon?"

The Diablo roared at him. Even from a distance of a couple dozen meters its breath blew back the fabric of his fatigues.
"alright, bigjobs." He muttered, more to himself than to it, "I've taken on a tank 1 on 1 before. I think I can take you on." He pulled out a lump of putty explosive from his pack and ran at it. It was tough on the outside but he doubted its insides would be as strong.
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Several moments later, after he had dragged himself up off the sand, he evaluated what had happened. The Diablo had been much faster than he'd expected. It had swatted him aside the moment he'd gotten into range. He was beginning to doubt his initial confidence. His vision was blurred and his head was spinning. He tried to lift himself up but it seemed like all his limbs were suddenly made of lead.
Concussion, probably. he thought, mind feeling drunk on its own chemicals, That's the downside of these enhancements. I know for a fact there's not a broken bone in my body after that but my brain's been rattled around like it was on a damn rollercoaster.
He turned his head the few degrees he felt he could and looked at his arm.
The power armor's completely bent up. And I don't think I had that many shards of metal embedded in my forearm when I ran at it. Probably why everything seems so heavy. Got dead weight keeping me down.
He was half aware of Private Hall sprinting towards the beast from behind. He watched as the private delivered a few rounds into a Shade that had crawled out of the hole after him before dropping his rifle and scooping up the explosives Jarmen had dropped when he took the hit. What was that airheaded idiot trying to do? Hall leaped up onto the Diablo's back and slung his arm over the side of the beasts head. He then swung up and shoved the charge into the beast's mouth, his arm disappearing up to the shoulder. The beast finally took notice, grabbing Hall's other arm between two fingers and smashing him bodily to the ground. The impact was enough to neatly separate the arm the Diablo was holding from the rest of Hall. Hall bounced heavily several times before coming to a rest a few yards from Jarmen. The boy's head was completely caved in, blood and brain matter leaking out of it onto the ground. Kell knew he wouldn't be getting back up, even with Damien's considerably "talents." The Diablo turned back to Kell, ignoring the fire coming from the rest of the WINGS squad and began plodding over to him. Kell looked back at Hall's body.
It looks so red... he thought, watching blood spurt lazily from the stump where Hall's arm had once been. This is how it usually is, isn't it? You know you're going to die so you start to really take in all the details. Every pebble, every shadow on the wall, every stitch in the fabric of your uniform. They all seem so important, like you have to memorize every last thing about what you're seeing before you...leave. He was sure he could hear someone yelling his name over the ringing in his ears. Jason? One of the WINGS members? One of the recruits? Maggie? He watched the Diablo lift its leg up over his head.
It's going to step on me. Like a fucking cockroach. What a stupid, suitable way to die. I hope I start to stink after a couple of days and you have to stop and try to wipe me off, you bastard.
The Diablo stopped mid raise. Its stomach seemed to expand for a split second. It wobbled briefly, imbalanced on its one leg before taking several stumbling steps back and bending over, clutching it's chest.
Oh look, Kell thought dimly, It looks like the charge actually did something.
A renewed hail of gunfire from both the WINGS and recruits caused the beast to stumble back even further. It kept both arms wrapped over its midsection, apparently trying to protect itself from any further damage to the area.
He slowly rolled over onto his back, listening to the gunfire and the shouts of his teammates. The Diablo seemed to have regained its composure and he heard its heavy footfalls growing closer. He became aware of an ever blurring figure sprinting towards him. As it got closer it focused and he realized it was Jason, a look of honest concern on his face. He felt Jason hook his arms under his shoulders and begin to drag him to his feet. The sudden jolt brought with it vertigo a hundred times worse than it had been. A brown haze began to fill his vision. He watched as Camilla and Rick ran up beside Jason, laying heavy fire on the Diablo and backing up alongside him. The loud *Thumps* of Hunter's heavy carbine echoed in his ears.
Well, I'm never going to live this down. I guess I've earned a little nap after that. And so has the private.
For just a moment, most of his vision completely blotted out and his mind going blank, he looked back at the corpse of Private Hall, now hundreds of yards away and getting farther still as Kell was dragged into a medivac transport.
It looks so red... Was his final thought again before he passed out. As he was unconscious he dreamed of a certain song. One he hadn't heard in quite some time.

"MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!" Rick had made a snap decision on seeing the thing attack Kell. He had been running when he saw it kill Hall. And now he was covering with Camilla as he tried to cover Jason's retreat with Kell's splattered body. He looked still alive. Rick launched three rockets at the creature, but none had the impact as the bomb had had, and it was clear that four more rockets wouldn't take it down. It even seemed to be recovering from the initial blast.

He wheeled around and broke into a sprint. "CAMILLA, RETREAT WHILE THERE'S STILL A CHANCE!"

"Son of a bitch!" Jason shouted as he saw Kell get swatted away by the monster. "COVER ME!" Jason shouted as he rushed to his wounded squad mate. Jason didn't know what he was thinking as he rushed head long towards Kell and prepared to fight the monster head on. The monster had stepped back and was hunched over from the explosive which allowed Jason to reach Kell. "Come ON I'm not letting you die on me here!" Jason shouted at the almost unconscious Kell as he put his arm under Kell's shoulders and started to drag him back to the Pegasus.

"PAX! How long until you can get this thing airborne!?" Jason shouted as he dragged Kell onto the pegasus. "Sir it will take at least five more minutes!" Pax responded. "FUCK! We don't have five minutes!" Jason shouted in worry as he looked back at the monster and noticed that it got back up. Jason's mind started to race as he went over the options in his head and the only one that could succeed was to lure the monster away from the Pegasus. Jason decided that was the best thing he could do. Jason jumped off the pegasus and took a deep breath before moving towards the monster as the rest of his squad looked at him with a shocked expression.

Jason looked at the monster who had just noticed his presence. Jason took a quick glance around knowing he couldn't fight this thing head on, he decided to get it to chase him so he could buy enough time for his squad to get out of here. Right as Jason was about to distract the monster the ground started to shake and a hole appeared a good ways away to their right. The monster looked over to where the earthquake was coming from and acted like it didn't know why there was a hole there.

The shaking suddenly stopped for a second and then a giant worm came up from the sand. The monster looked at the giant worm and roared at it. The monster charged at the giant worm and punched the worm with all it's force, it wasn't able to move the worm at all. The worm moved a little to the side and crashed itself down on the monster killing it.

"Shit Shit Shit! PAX get the Pegasus in the air NOW!!" Jason shouted as he ran back towards the pegasus. "Sir I got it started!" Pax shouted back as the engine to the pegasus started up. Jason sprinted as fast as he could back to the Pegasus as the pegasus started to move. Jason was going to have to jump onto the Pegasus and as he got closer rick extended his hand. Jason jumped and was able to grab onto Ricks hand as rick pulled him up onto the ship.

"James, I don't care what ship weapon you use. Just kill that thing!" Jason ordered as he looked back towards the giant worm which started to flail around everywhere.

Rick yanked Jason into the ship. "Good to have you with us sir! I see you've located our NOW OFFICIALLY DEFINITIVE Rejected Chupacabra! Screw it, it's a sandworm. Call it a sandworm."

He turned and aimed his rocket launcher as well as he could in the unsteady Pegasus.

3d20+6 roll: 8, 7, 25

One rocket streaked towards the worm. It hit it in the side, near the base. This did positively nothing. A second rocket shot out, missing the worm entirely.

The third rocket, however, flew as if guided by an angel straight into the sandworm's mouth. There was a big boom, and massive chunks of hard material came sailing out - probably teeth. Part of the worm's jaw hinge came undone, and the mouth fell open further. The worm let out an ear-breaking howl.

"James! Hit it in the mouth! It doesn't seem to be hurt by normal assault!"

Jobe watched from the back of the Pegasus as Jason was pulled to safety. He doubted his weapons would have any affect on the creature, but he needed to do something...Glancing around Jobe saw a discarded rifle lying in a corner of the Pegasus. Jobe snatched it up and took aim at the monstrosity's mouth. Ranged combat was not his strong point, but he was a soldier, and all soldiers could fire rifles! Moving towards the entrance hatch, Jobe began firing. Alone, this would make no difference, but every little helps!

James was worried initially, and moved over to Kell "Dammit, you may be an arrogant foolish bastard but we need you to punch things for us." James came from the 'watch your squad tradition' Why didn't I fire my rifle? I could have hit that things arm off! while busy with his angry self-reprimand he took out his pistol, and put a Transmitter Round in for the ship, going to the hatch he aimed his gun and with a look of rather frightening anger, fired his round right down the worm's throat, then he ran into the cockpit and got on the comms "I want a standard volley of the main guns down there in exacly .5 seconds in pattern 3-3-5-3 on the Transmit I shot. If it doesn't happen, you're all cleaning the barrels... naked." James was angry with himself. Kell requested cover and instead, he was shouting at McMillan. Stupid stupid! Walking into the main hold James pointed out the hatch "They'll be hitting that thing with enough ordinance to turn this entire region to smoking remains in a second, want to see it Kell?" James looked down to his squadmate, trying to evaluate if he was alright.

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