and more you shall have.
the squad continued down the muddy road towards their HQ. clinging to the building, the men moved slowly and cautiously. checking every door, every house, for enemies. to be caught out by the enemy from behind is an immediate tactical disadvantage to the squad for it means the men can be picked off one by one or simply stormed and mown down as they try to turn and fight. to prevent this a pair of soldiers were constantly checking for movement to the rear of the squad. all these precautions made progress slow and the squad still had a good 5 miles to cover when their radios crackled to life.
"Fireteam Bravo, Fireteam Bravo, this is Overseer, please respond"
"Roger Overseer, we hear you"
"You have a squad of infantry bearing down on you, numbers approximately 20 men, evasive action advised"
"Roger that, we will take due action"
"Over Fireteam Bravo, good luck"
Sergeant Hillius turned to his squad.
"ok men, you heard the intel, lets move into hiding positions, wait for this squad to pass"
"and remember, hold your fire unless i give the signal"
The squad immediatly dispersed into the surrounding rubble like a ghost. not a trace was left of their existance. men burrowed into concrete foxholes and covered themselves in metal plates and dust, camoflaging them against the ruined surroundings. as they waited, their breathing shallow as they strained to hear the approaching squad. within a few seconds a fast, rythmic thudding could be heared proceeding down the street in bravo's direction. as the squad came into sight it was obviously a squad of conscripts, the white stripe on their helmet a symbol of forced recruitment. seemingly well trained, the squad jogged past the hidden bravo team, kicking up dust into the faces of the Krieg Commandos.
Simultaneously the men of Fireteam Bravo opened fire on the unsuspecting conscripts. completely taken by suprise many conscripts fell in the opening salvo. men went down screaming as las fire burnt through the soft cloth and flimsy armour of the cadian conscripts. a plasma burst hit a soldier in the head, turning half his head and brains to steam in an instant. the squads sergeant was hit in the throat, blood spurting out in a bright red fountain from the severed artery. he choked and gurgled for a few seconds before finally drowning in his own blood. the remaining conscripts were quickly cut down by a burst from a lasgun, catching most of the conscripts between their helmet and chest armour, spraying bright arterial blood all over the ground. as the bravos emerged from their holes they finished off any survivors with quick jabs of the bayonet to the back of the head or neck. quickly recovering from their slight delay they progressed down the road towards their HQ. these commandos, fondly known as bravos by the rest of their unit not just because of their squad designation but because these few men had walked through the valley of death, yet had not feared because they were the meanest motherfuckers in the valley. ruthless killers, each of these men had a body count reaching into the hundreds. leaving the area like ghosts, the only trace of their existance is the death and destruction they leave in their wake.
Last edited by Ordo Xeno Commander; 01-24-08 at 08:37 AM.