Aliens overwhelm
gutterclutch
Join Date: 2002-06-30 Member: 850Members
Join Date: 2002-06-30 Member: 850Members
Not quite traditionally NS. The Tsunami VTOL is the osprey with turbines in my pic in the artwork forum. In other news, the TSA is doomed. I tried to include a little of that in the marine's interior monologue.
A strong male voice called out through speakers laced with static, “We are now ETA 10 minutes to attack zone. All marines prep for insertion.”
Corporal Latham fidgeted in his seat. Not only was it uncomfortable sitting in a generic fitted G-seat, but the humidity was getting to him as well. He didn’t enjoy surface assaults, but the TSA had decided to bring the fight to the aliens. Pretty bad idea, considering they were losing the war everywhere. Whole regiments had to be recombined and retired because they took over 80% casualties and completely lost the ability to fight to fear. Latham was hardcore though. He enjoyed the marine career. He looked over his HUD, checking that his jetpack was energized and his armour was intact. A network of rupture sensors in the polymer armour told a marine its condition, and vital sign readings told a marine how well he was holding up himself. Private Connor, his good buddy, gave him a solid tap on the helmet.
“Quit ####### twitching, I’m tense enough as it is. One more nudge and I swear I’ll put a ####### bullet in the roof!”
Latham chuckled at his buddy’s crude humour. They were shooting along at close to 185 kilometres per hour at about 20 metres off ground level in a Tsunami VTOL. The light 5 ton turbine powered craft could carry about half a ton of marines and equipment. It had amazing speed for its weight and capacity, but had less than standard armour. It mounded 2 heavy machineguns in the nose and usually mounted 4 short range attack missiles on wing rails. The name certainly did justice to its speed, but not its destructive power. In that area it was decidedly lacking. 3 Tsunami VTOLs were skimming the trees on a “blue planet” and were en route to an alien infestation. Extremely large outdoor hives had been increasingly common. The TSA believed that by striking at them they would be able to stem the tide. Two of the VTOLs carried a squad of 10 marines and their normal armament, while the lead VTOL swapped that out for extra fuel, 2 wing mounted heavy machineguns, and 2 converted artillery missiles. The massive projectiles had their fuel sections filled with napalm, and retained their warhead, forming an extremely destructive anti-alien weapon.
“ETA 2 MINUTES, FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS MARINES, COMMENCING APPROACH MANOUVERS!”
Abruptly, the VTOLS began weaving even lower, and rapidly making small changes to their lateral and vertical velocities, making them difficult targets. The hive was in sight now, a massive writhing mound of alien flesh. The lead Tsunami signaled that it was ready to fire. The 3 VTOLs had barely finished trading firing solutions when a pillar of mud suddenly erupted from the ground. The lead Tsunami plowed through, only to lose its right wing as it left. A massive rock was knocked sideways out of the geyser by the impact.
“Clever ########. Evasive maneuvers!”
The lead VTOL plowed into the hive and detonated, fortunately dealing some damage. The remaining two gained altitude and circled, preparing for the drop. The marines were armed with demolition packs and with a mixture of heavy machineguns, shotguns, and grenade launchers. It was reasoned by the thrifty TSA that ranks of marines firing salvoes could push back any number of aliens, while detpacks were armed and hurled into the hive. Latham rose shakily to his feet and proceeded to the Tsunami’s rear hatch. A green light bathed the cabin, and the door swung open. Ten power armoured marines fell into the chill afternoon air, not of them under their own control. Batlike aliens clambered over the Tsunami, punching through the cockpit, causing catastrophic control imbalances and causing it to plummet wildly into the jungle. The second dove directly down into the hive, shattering and exploding. The aliens shrieked as if they shared a collective sense of pain, before wreaking havoc upon the descending marines. Colliding with them and wrestling them around, they managed to knock many off their flight paths and to bone crunching deaths below. All around him, Latham’s squadmates died. When he touched down under power from his jetpack, he was half empty on his heavy machinegun and unsupported – his entire team had been plucked out of the sky. Arming his detpack, he turned to face the alien tide, swinging his heavy machinegun up even as his thumb hovered over the detonator in his other hand.
A strong male voice called out through speakers laced with static, “We are now ETA 10 minutes to attack zone. All marines prep for insertion.”
Corporal Latham fidgeted in his seat. Not only was it uncomfortable sitting in a generic fitted G-seat, but the humidity was getting to him as well. He didn’t enjoy surface assaults, but the TSA had decided to bring the fight to the aliens. Pretty bad idea, considering they were losing the war everywhere. Whole regiments had to be recombined and retired because they took over 80% casualties and completely lost the ability to fight to fear. Latham was hardcore though. He enjoyed the marine career. He looked over his HUD, checking that his jetpack was energized and his armour was intact. A network of rupture sensors in the polymer armour told a marine its condition, and vital sign readings told a marine how well he was holding up himself. Private Connor, his good buddy, gave him a solid tap on the helmet.
“Quit ####### twitching, I’m tense enough as it is. One more nudge and I swear I’ll put a ####### bullet in the roof!”
Latham chuckled at his buddy’s crude humour. They were shooting along at close to 185 kilometres per hour at about 20 metres off ground level in a Tsunami VTOL. The light 5 ton turbine powered craft could carry about half a ton of marines and equipment. It had amazing speed for its weight and capacity, but had less than standard armour. It mounded 2 heavy machineguns in the nose and usually mounted 4 short range attack missiles on wing rails. The name certainly did justice to its speed, but not its destructive power. In that area it was decidedly lacking. 3 Tsunami VTOLs were skimming the trees on a “blue planet” and were en route to an alien infestation. Extremely large outdoor hives had been increasingly common. The TSA believed that by striking at them they would be able to stem the tide. Two of the VTOLs carried a squad of 10 marines and their normal armament, while the lead VTOL swapped that out for extra fuel, 2 wing mounted heavy machineguns, and 2 converted artillery missiles. The massive projectiles had their fuel sections filled with napalm, and retained their warhead, forming an extremely destructive anti-alien weapon.
“ETA 2 MINUTES, FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS MARINES, COMMENCING APPROACH MANOUVERS!”
Abruptly, the VTOLS began weaving even lower, and rapidly making small changes to their lateral and vertical velocities, making them difficult targets. The hive was in sight now, a massive writhing mound of alien flesh. The lead Tsunami signaled that it was ready to fire. The 3 VTOLs had barely finished trading firing solutions when a pillar of mud suddenly erupted from the ground. The lead Tsunami plowed through, only to lose its right wing as it left. A massive rock was knocked sideways out of the geyser by the impact.
“Clever ########. Evasive maneuvers!”
The lead VTOL plowed into the hive and detonated, fortunately dealing some damage. The remaining two gained altitude and circled, preparing for the drop. The marines were armed with demolition packs and with a mixture of heavy machineguns, shotguns, and grenade launchers. It was reasoned by the thrifty TSA that ranks of marines firing salvoes could push back any number of aliens, while detpacks were armed and hurled into the hive. Latham rose shakily to his feet and proceeded to the Tsunami’s rear hatch. A green light bathed the cabin, and the door swung open. Ten power armoured marines fell into the chill afternoon air, not of them under their own control. Batlike aliens clambered over the Tsunami, punching through the cockpit, causing catastrophic control imbalances and causing it to plummet wildly into the jungle. The second dove directly down into the hive, shattering and exploding. The aliens shrieked as if they shared a collective sense of pain, before wreaking havoc upon the descending marines. Colliding with them and wrestling them around, they managed to knock many off their flight paths and to bone crunching deaths below. All around him, Latham’s squadmates died. When he touched down under power from his jetpack, he was half empty on his heavy machinegun and unsupported – his entire team had been plucked out of the sky. Arming his detpack, he turned to face the alien tide, swinging his heavy machinegun up even as his thumb hovered over the detonator in his other hand.
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Tsunami...mmmmm.... :>
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