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The air was cut with the sound of a hundred whirring chopper blades, like some grotesque imitation of a swarm of hornets. Darius looked out the side of his Squad's King Raven. Below him was the city of Jacinto, swarming with activity. Civilians were indoors, banned from the streets, as the COG military prepared for it's first subterranean offensive against the Locust Horde. They called it Operation Landown. It would be a bloody fight, and Darius did not expect to return, but with its success, The Coalition of Ordered Governments, indeed humanity itself, would live on. Darius had invested too many years of his life in this ideal to let it be crushed under the Boots and Claws of the Locust. He expected the same sentiments of every man in his squad.

Darius did not know whether to be pleased or angered at being on the King Raven. Below him the Assault Derricks rolled out ponderously, carrying a precious cargo of elite cog soldiers, ready to ride their treacherous Grindlifts into the beating heart of the Locust Horde, The Hollow. Regrettably, or perhaps not, Gamma Squad would not be among them. One could be assured that the Assault Derricks would need cover, and after that the Locust would be sure to launch a counter-attack on Jacinto, Gamma Squad would see their share of Action in this fight, Darius was sure of it.

Chairman Prescott's speech blared from the King Raven's speakers, lifting the hearts of the men.

"Humans are no strangers to war. After all, we’ve been fighting for as long as we can remember. War is all we know. In the past, we fought for Imulsion. We fought for country. We fought for freedom. But all that changed after E-Day. For 15 years, we’ve been fighting for our very survival against inhuman, genocidal monsters. But it is a fight we cannot continue. Humanity faces extinction, unless we end this war now. We had hoped the Lightmass bombing would decimate the Locust Horde, but they survived…and have returned stronger than ever. They’ve brought with them a force that can sink entire cities. Even Jacinto, our last beacon of hope through all these dark days, is now at risk. Soon we’ll have nothing left to defend, and that means we have only one option…attack. Gears, what I ask of you now is not an easy thing, but it is necessary. If we are to survive…if we are to live long enough to see the seasons pass, our children grow, and experience a time of peace that we have never known…we must now take this fight to the Locust. We will go to where they live and where they breed…and we will destroy them! This is the day we take the battle to the heart of the enemy! This is the day that we correct the course of human history! This is the day we ensure our survival as a species! Soldiers of the COG, my fellow Gears, go forth and bring back the hope of humanity!"

The chairman's voice faded and Darius spoke up.
"You heard the man Gamma Squad." Darius said he looked each of his men in the face, they stared back with grim determination. "We may not be joining our boys down in that shithole, but we will sure-as-hell not be sitting on our asses up here while they do the ground-pounding. The locust are going to be pissed at an assault on their own turf, we're here to make sure they don't take their anger out too hard on Jacinto or its outlying areas. But all that comes later, our boys aren't even underground yet." Darius composed his thoughts, the mission was clear.

"The locust aren't going t let the us wander down into the Hollow like a sunday stroll, they are going to try and stop these Derricks however they can. That, gentlemen, is where we come in. We have confirmed sightings of Seeders along Tornak Ridge, set up specifically to counteract a line of Derricks moving through that area. It is only one of multiple routes the Derricks are taking to get to the Drill zone, but it is our jurisdiction. We drop in at the easternmost point of the ridge and move west. Intel says there at least three seeders interspersed by one kilometer stretches. We have to take them all out. Locust infnatry are to be enaged only if they impede our porgress, this is not a slaughter, this is a surgical strike. Our Derricks getting through are our top priority. Oh, and one more thing, no Hammer of Dawn on this one, it's needed elsewhere, seeders are going down with planted explosives."

Darius leant back in his chair, letting the words sink into his men.

We are fifteen minutes out from Tornak ridge, i need your heads in the game, all of you."




(OOC-Okay hope this is adequate, everyone post their character sitting in the chopper and what they are thinking etc. When all players are accounted for we will land and the mission will begin. Dismissed )

Lucas couldn't stand hearing the chairman speak. The guys must have thought he was such an intellectual, and that bothered him. Public speakers where nothing but slimey pieces of shit trying for nothing more then to increase their own potential for becoming whatever delusional type of dictator they wanted to be. That's what ran through Lucas' derranged mind every time he heard someone politically oriented in any way spoke publicly.

He was playing with a single round from his Mulcher held in between his fingers, his Mulcher sat in between his feet as it was to heavy to lay on his lap where he sat in the poorly cushioned seats of the King Raven. The minigun on their Raven was bigger then his Mulcher. It made him a bit upset to know that as soon as they where kicked off the King Raven that gun would be inaccessable. He'd have his Mulcher though, which gave him a sense of safety. Besides, as long as he was there it wasn't like a few Drones could do shit. He probably wouldn't even waste his Mulcher on normal Drones. He still had a Lancer and a Pistol. His helmet lay in his lap, staring at Lantern.

When Lantern finally finished his briefing, Lucas had to be the first to respond, and in his soft, American way he spoke.

"Lantern, are there only goin to be Seeders and Nemesist or is there something else I get to tear to shreds?"

He didn't want to let the demolitionist have all the fun, and Nemesist where to easy to kill. Besides, Seeders bothered him unless he had the Hammer. Even then the things w here to big to have a lot of fun manhandling. Couldn't tear it in half with his gun or take his chansaw to it. Same with Brumak's, though he'd never actually fought a Brumak without the minigun on the King Raven and a Hammer, which was a lot easier then some may think.

He began to feed the belt from the box attached to his back into the Mulcher at his feet. He unclipped a pocket at his chest and removed two clips for the Lancer, making sure they where in working order by poking his finger around inside. After judging them to be fit, he slipped them back into his pocket and clipped the pocket back down. He then reached to the rack in between his side of the chopper and the opposite seats, removing his Lancer and pointing barrel up to check inside of it in order to make sure nothing was blocking it. He then cocked it once and layed it across his lap after lifting his helmet to lay on top of it.

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I'm betting dreams upon my paper wings
Because flying isn't just for kings
I take the stairs to the very top floor
I paid the super to leave open the door
A perfect sunset is sinking in the sky
I know my body is ready to fly
I start the countdown back wards from ten
When I reach one my family name will end

Falling down as windows pass I start to cry
And curse the day my parents laid...
In a bed of hopelessness where love was made
Please mark my grave unknown

Prescott's speech played over the KR's speakers. Micheal was torn between thinking that it was just more useless propoganda, or an actual, honest to the Gods attempt at raising moral. Regardless, he had a job to do. Micheal was the Squad Medic, which meant two things. Do NOT die, and do NOT let others die. Those were the Golden rules he had lived by ever since he finished Medic Training. Being a Medic wasn't too hard, thanks to the advancement in technology. He had a foam spray that worked as a bandage, a "Needle-Gun" that would shoot needles filled with addrenaline into whatever he shot at. It only had one needle per shot, which meant he had to bitch and moan trying to fit another one on. Technologicaly, it was magnificent. Practicality-wise, it was terrible. But, Micheal did his best not to comlain. After all, he was doing what he loved to do.

When he was told the orders, along with Gamma Squads job, he loaded his Hammerburst. When he found this thing, he instantly replaced the Lancer. The gun was too impractical for his liking. But, that would take too long for him to explain to someone why he doesn't like it, so he usually doesn't. He couldn't help but fidget in his seat as he waited to land. But then, a voice was heard on his private comm link. "Hey Mikey? You ready for this?" Micheal simply laughed to himself. "Of course, Morgan. Damn grubs ain't gettin to me before I get to my friends." Morgan was an old friend of Micheal's, and they both had gone through the same classes of Field training, Medic training, and KR training. They were like brothers to each other.

But then he was told Gamma Squads orders. "Seeders? Damn... No Hammer? Greater damn..." Micheal let out a long sigh.

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Indians: Taking over America one Nickel at a time. (b^-^)b

If at first you don't succeed, then Sky-Diving is not for you.

Typical COG politics, say everything that sounds right without confirming if it could actually be done. They had no choice anymore, and Jordan supposed that it fit the general electricity in the air. Everyone else had feel it too, desperation replaced by morale and adrenaline. They only had one shot.

If not, they'd make good examples to future Locust generations when they get mounted on the walls in some museum. He slipped a hand through his short black hair with a sigh, his blue eyes flicking over to his Commander.

It didn't matter much, either way. Jordan fumbled with the battered Boomshield setting at his feet. He wished he could carry the damn thing on his back, or something. But he made do, using it quite often put him in some pretty damn good fitness.

Once he heard his esteemed leader spit out his orders, he shifted the shield unto his forearm with a small grunt; his hand straying to the Gorgon at his hip. Time to earn his food rations. He didn't pity the men heading down to The Hollow, but the famous Delta Squad was heading down with them. They'd probably need every hero they could get.

Jordan hoped they had some up here, too.

Corporal Graywood, Gamma Squad's pointman, sat tightly secured in one of the seats clsoest to the King Raven's door. He had no love for heights, and probably wouldn't make a good door-gunner, but it was probably the smartest place to put the squad's point-man. He'd be at the front of the squad when they deployed, where he was meant to be. However, he wasn't focused on the long fall to his death on some empty Jacinto street, or where they'd be deploying for their mission, but on the Chairman's speech. He thought it was a damn good one. Apparently he wasn't the only one who thought so; John could hear the cheering of those on the city streets and in the nearby King Ravens. Hell, it wouldn't be as easy as the Chairman made it out to be, the C.O.G was outmanned, outgunned, the odds were against them; and the Corporal knew this, but John the war would be lost just as easily if humanity didn't make any moves. He was excited, this'd be his first actual time in a combat situation, other than dragging wounded out of the burning C.O.G hospital he was to guard.

Then, Darius explained their mission. It wasn't nearly as glorious as invading the Hollow itself, but someone had to do it. They'd be helping the assault derricks on their way to the drill sites near the small town of Landown by destroying some "seeders" and their "nemacysts". John had heard of them but never encountered either, they were described as being just as monstrous as the other Locust warmachines but he couldn't really remember what it was they did. So, despite knowing he'd sound like an idiot, Johnathan spoke up, "So.. er.. what's a Seeder.. sir?" He shifted his Longspear RPG off of his lap, leaning it against the bench as he looked around at his squad-mates.

Oh yea... a rookie. Lucas liked rookie's. It gave him a chance to impress them with all kinds of crazy shit, like, for example, Seeders and Nemecyst. He smiled at the rookie for a moment before leaning outside the helicopter and looking up to make sure the setting was right, with the swarms upon swarms of Nemicyst littering the sky like a thousand vultures. Only these vultures exploded on impact or death, and they had a momma that pumped them out as fast as a teen celebrity wished they could.

He roughly grabbed the rookie's right shoulder and pulled him partially out of the helicopter, half to scare him for fun, half to teach him a lesson. He made sure the rook was looking up in the sky before he began yelling to make sure he could hear him dispite the powerful chopping sound of the King Raven's making a sound like dozens of flies floating around a dead corpse, which wasn't too innaccurate since soon there would be a couple of dead Corpser's at some point in the battle. Sometimes he wondered how these stupid things got their names.

"See that, rook?"

He spoke of the nearly black sky, sun blocked by the thousands of nemycyst, pulling him back into the helicopter to look him in the eyes, grinning.

"Those are nemycyst... Seeder's are even more fun."

He liked scaring rookie's. Especially since you don't get to enjoy them for long. They always get killed the first mission. He'd had at least seven rookie's die on him, each one dying for some dumb reason. Someone told him a hilarious story that he heard out of Delta Squad after Fenix got back in the game where a rookie was shot right in the head while complaining about a jammed gun. Stories like that made Lucas chuckle a bit.

In his own experience, rookie's died on him for even stupider reasons. Throwing a grenade in and rushing the building to early only to be blown up by their own grenade that hadn't gone off. Messing with the Lancer chainsaw and getting his throat cut open when he accidently left the safety off in his sleep. Another decided it would be a good idea to use the sniper rifle when Lucas ditched it, and as soon as he lifted it up he got a bullet between the eyes. The best of them all, though, was when one of the rook's was chasing a Wretch in some building with a shotgun and he tripped and when he found them, he was headless with a wretch eating the pieces of brain and skull stuck to the ceiling.

He hoped this one would make it a bit longer then the others. They where good fun.

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I'm betting dreams upon my paper wings
Because flying isn't just for kings
I take the stairs to the very top floor
I paid the super to leave open the door
A perfect sunset is sinking in the sky
I know my body is ready to fly
I start the countdown back wards from ten
When I reach one my family name will end

Falling down as windows pass I start to cry
And curse the day my parents laid...
In a bed of hopelessness where love was made
Please mark my grave unknown

"We're giving the guy who has no clue what a Nemacyst is the RPG?" Jordan asked quizzically to their leader. "Is that really a smart idea? Does he know which end to shoot towards the Grubs?" That's the last thing he needed, worrying about how the guy behind him couldn't aim for shit.

Still, he supposed it was better than nothing. If he missed, at least he knew which one to keep in front to take point. "Stop being a cock, Lucas. The kid is probably going to shit his pants as soon as he hears the first gunshot. Let him die at his own pace." He said, sitting back.

"Could be worse, anyhow. They could have given him a Hammer of Dawn." He could only imagine what sort of stupidity that would have created..

"Stow the bullshit Wilhurst, if the rook wants to get himself shot to shit thats his prerogative, you just make sure you cover his ass. As for infantry concentrations Intel doesn't know shit, all they have is geo-sonar anomalies suggesting Seeders. Combined with the fact the locust have an inkling of what is going down at Landown you can pretty sure those seeders will be well protected." Darius said. "Now lock and load, drop is imminent."

The King Raven's blades seemed to get louder as Gamma Squad approached the drop zone. "LZ is hot." the pilot shouted back to them. "I'll clear you some breathing room on the house, the rest is all you Gamma Squad"

below them the Locust swarmed like ants, a pitiful spray of weapons fire scattered past the left side of the chopper or glanced off its armored plates. The Ravenstopped and began to lower ominously. Enemy groundfire intensified, but to no effect, the helicopters armour was too strong. It reached optimum height and the low whine of chainguns combined with the whirring of the blades. The Locust knew what was coming. They ran for their grubholes, most did not make it. The chaingun turned them to a bloody pulp of bone, meat and cartilage. Then a salvo of missiles, guided into each emergence hole, blowing limbs, dirt and guts meters into the air.

"Damn i'm good!" the pilot said. "Lets do this Gamma Squad!"

The Raven lurched and sped towards the ground with dizzying speed, jerking up just as Darius thought the pilot had lost control. "Pile Out! Pile Out! Lets fuck these locust over."

Darius raised his hammerburst and leapt for the grass gnoll that was their drop site, a small locust force were already preparing for a counterattack.

Jordan dropped out behind him, his Boomshield snapping into full size as he crouched under it; Gorgon pistol rose up. Bullets smacked loudly against his shield to no effect as he brought his burst pistol to bear on more than one unlucky locust; already shifting to advance.

Jordan sunk himself down as more gunfire crashed into his boomshield , returning fire with a burst from his Gorgon that sent one Locust down with burst to his chest and a groan of pain. His arm snapped to the right and the Gorgon kicked again, the heavy rounds slamming into an unlucky locust's throat and jaw; blowing it off in a spray of teeth and blood.

They weren't kidding...Jordan could already see Locust heading down to the Derricks, there was simply too many of them..but hopefully they could stem the tide.

The LZ was a clearing in the forest that blanketed most of Tornak Ridge. It was dotted with emergence holes that the King Raven had plugged, as well as fallen trees everywhere, providing decent cover from most angles of assault.

At least ten locust, organized into two squads were moving in on Gamma Squad's position in a pincer movement. Darius took a action, a nearby fallen tree provided reasonable cover against both squads. He ran at it, jumped over and pushed his back against, checking the clip in his Hammerburst. Fully loaded. He flicked off the safety. It was time to go to work.

"Take cover squad." he shouted, sighting down his Hammerburst. "This is only the beginning. He fired a salvo of five rounds, plugging a locust four times in the chest and then removing its head. Its comrades ignored it, and continued to close distance on Gamma Squad, beginning only now to fire their weapons. They were obviously a rookie locust squad, they had not even yet taken cover themselves.