JSmith13 wrote:I can hardly contain myself. When is it gonna be finished??
Well, my muse decided to get pissed on a liter of Tequilla and is sleeping off a serious drunk in a dumpster somewhere on Montrose, but here's a sample
Outside, Greaghoir was watching the command tower from his perch when movement to his right drew his attention. A company of Byntai elite shock troops were working their way to the command tower in two-by-two cover formation. Still several blocks away, he knew that they would reach the tower before Tuan and Rruaghu would be able to complete their mission.
“Tuan,” He said into his tac com, “I’ve got a lot of love headed your way, looks to be company strength, heavy armor, and carting one of those damn heavy pulse cannons.”
“Crap,” came the reply, “Do what you need to, we’re going to be a few minutes. Remember, we have a civilian with us and scans show there’s more upstairs.”
“Got it,” Greaghoir said, slinging his sniper rifle and readying his pulse rifle, “I’ll be gentle.”
Greaghoir launched a microprobe, sending the pea-sized sensor drone up and out over the approaching troops. He switched his HUD to receive the data from the drone. As the drone came into position several hundred yards above the enemy troops, he switched to thermal optics. Over one hundred and sixty Byntai heat signatures, faint from their armor’s dampening abilities but still noticeable, showed up on three separate streets. The central column was making a slow but steady direct approach for the tower, while the other two columns were moving to flank the building. Greaghoir knew that he would have to hit them now before they separated, but the heavy armor they were wearing was going to make this take too long. An idea suddenly came to mind.
“Tuan, get off the elevator for a sec”
“Greagh, why does that worry me?” came the reply.
“Hehehe, no worries, got a plan!” Greaghoir said, ejecting the grenade clip in his pulse rifle and replacing it with one painted with a large smiley face surrounded by the words ‘Mr. Happy.’
“We’re off, do whatever you are going to do.” Tuan said
Greaghoir took aim at the enemy troops with his pulse rifle, then elevated the rifle up forty-five degrees, pointing the barrel into the air. With a THOOMP! He launched a large grenade. No sooner had the grenade left the barrel than Greaghoir was running at top speed towards the other end of the roof. Without stopping, he leaped off, falling twenty floors like a stone. Just before he would have smashed into the street below, he kicked in his armor’s Anti-Grav field, slowing his descent to that of a feather falling. Just as he touched down, the world around him was bathed in a brilliant white light. The building behind him cast an ebony shadow in stark contrast to the searing brightness, but this lasted only a second. Then the blast wave hit. Even sheltered behind the building he had just leaped from, Greaghoir found himself picked up like a leaf and tossed several blocks. He watched from his airborne vantage point as several of the buildings where the enemy company had been were atomized in the rapidly expanding mushroom cloud of plasma, but the command tower resisted the blast. The sensors on his armor screamed at him of superheated external temperatures, oxygen depletion in the outside environment, radiation at thousands of times the lethal level, and a long list of other complaints typical from a suit of armor being tossed around like a leaf in a nuclear blast wave. Greaghoir ignored it, he knew the armor could take this and far worse, because he had been there. Besides, this was the most fun he’d had in weeks- Nuke Surfing.
