James didn't bother getting drunk. He got up and went to the very back of the train while hefting his rifle on his shoulder, leaving the still almost-full beer on the seat. "Dumbass..." he mumbled, talking about Nathaniel.

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Idiots. Idiots everywhere. They were trained soldiers, not drunks or "stuck up pansy bitches. " Cecilia was tempted to put her foot down and put them all in her place, However, she wouldn't do that. It would be much easier to just stand here, and tune everyone out. Just because she was destructive she was stuck with a bunch of these idiots. Really, there were only two people she could even tolerate .

She herself didn't have any alcohol, just a cup of plum tea. Cecila would have responded to someone threatening to poison her drink, but she would call his bluff. Nobody would really threaten her, well, as long as they liked living.

On a different note, why the hell was she stuck with such idiots?

"...and this was such a nice work out session, to start out..." Marcus mumbled to himself as he looked at the ceiling. His muscles glistening with sweat, if he were around civilian women there panties would drop, but that's not the case, a bunch of hard ass working women. Marcus thought they were good looking women, but once they opend there mouths they were buzz kills.

The train was heading towards a village under frequent, almost systematic attack by deserted Military Units. If enough personal and arms were leaving the army to form entire units capable of raiding villages, then truly the Empire was falling apart at its seams. The war has been won, that was certain. But certainly, the Empire never managed to grasp the most important thing of all.

Victory.

It was a war they could not afford to win twice. They had broken their hand trying to punch their enemy. Regardless, this was a time of strife and darkness, and that was certainly good for a girl like Franziska. Flipping through her book and ignoring the commotion going on around her, she waited patiently for them to arrive at their stop. Once she was done this chapter, she'd probably stand up and take a look around. Sitting in the corner of a train car was nice, but considering how drunk these people were getting it may be apt to move to the back, like one of her fellows was doing.

Kai didn't respond to the call for "Silent boy" to get over to the drunken man. He was fine without getting involved, and he liked to keep it that way. Seeing one of the other members head towards the back of the train with his peripheral vision, Kai considered joining him and leaving the car as he continued to blankly stare out the window.

Charlotte was about to give a speech about honoring thr unit 666 and stuff when everyone in the train heard an explotion
"The deserters!?" Charlotte asked and...she was right, there were only 10 guys on a truck, one of them seemed to have shot a bazooka to one of the cars.
"Everyone prepare for battle! i'll see if i can help anyone in the car that exploded!" harlotte gave the order and with her rifle on her back run to aid the people

"Aw, shit!" He runs to the car that has his equipment in. He puts his military coat on, and grabs his pistols. Then he hides behind cover and peaks out of cover to assess the situation.

"Got it."
Kai, unfazed by the sudden switch from banter to battle immediately unshouldered his Light Machine Gun. As he was by the window, it didn't take long for him at all to get the window edge as a nice convenient stand for the LMG and quickly loaded it with a clip.

He began firing in short bursts at the cargo hold of the truck, aiming to suppress them and to prevent the guy holding the bazooka from getting another shot without Kai being able to instantly pepper him with bullets if need be.

Cecilia didn't even need to be told by Charlotte, as soon as she saw the men in the truck she sprung into action. She ran to one of the unoccupied seats in the train, pulling out her her main rifle. These people were a waste of her time, and because of that, they weren't going to get out of this. Cecilia would make sure that these men would't survive their little stunt,

Quickly, she aimed her weapon out the side of the window, directly at the man with the RPG's head, making sure she couldn't be noticed. From this angle, they couldn't see her, but she could easily aim and see them, For most people, a bullet shot out of a moving train trying to hit a moving truck from this angle would be difficult, but Cecilia was better than the rest. She couldn't miss this shot if she was blind.

Cecilia readied herself, and pulled the trigger, waiting for the results. Odds are, the man wouldn't be able to dodge the shot, and he would be in hell within the next few seconds. Taking out the others would be much easier without the man with the RPG.

Chalotte reached the dameged car, the door was stuck so there was just one way to open it, kick the door down.
Once inside she covered her mouth and nose withpart of her coat, there was too much smoke and the fire started to spread.
"Shit" There was no time to waste, Charlotte pulled as many people she cold out of the car, that's when she noticed a little girl half dead, her face burnt, the scene hurted Charlotte to her soul, some tears fell down her snow-white cheeks, they turned red with anger.
Charlotte took her rifle and prepared for action...the stock firmly pressing against the right shoulder....a deep breath....only one shot and the co-pilot had a hole between his eyes

An entire train car was consumed in flame, and gun shots began to ring out. These people wouldn't send just one truck to sortie with a full military unit, unless the rumors of the 666ths...eccentric nature were this famous.

Regardless, she got behind cover to start trying to get cohesion in this unit.

"Well? What are you people waiting for? Return fire! Cecillia, get the man who went to the back of the train back up here, there isn't much time. Get down, and start laying suppressive fire everyone!. This is most likely just part of an ambush, so make sure to look at the other side of the train as well!."

With the LMG firing off suppression bursts Franziska got up to the trains window and fired off two bursts directed at the driver of the truck, disregarding the window completely.

Suddenly, a gunshot that was way too loud to be any normal gun could be heard, even over the sound of the train, and the truck's front tire blew out, causing it to crash. It was James, with his anti-tank rifle, and no, he wasn't in the train. He was on top of it.

Marcus lays what supporting fire he can with his pistols, long range combat was not his strong suit.

Seeing that the truck was crashed and the Rocketeer was dead courtesy of Cecilia and James, Kai lifted his Type-99 and crossed the car, setting up on the other side in case Franziska was right and there really was a bigger ambush.

"...anyone radioing ahead?" He asked as he kept a lookout. "We need to let them know something's going on - and that they need first aid at the next station."

Shit suddenly hit the fan for Arnie. Mostly because he didn't currently have his main weapon on him, and only had his side arm and knife. Seriously, who the heck carried a submachine gun on their person while riding a train?! He quickly found himself taking cover with Kai and Franziska. He grew a sick smile as he looked across to the dead laying about. However, he couldn't be distracted right now, and he returned his focus back to the fight. He fired of a few rounds when he could at their attackers.

Nathaniel being drunk as all hell, eventually recovered. He picked himself up with a grunt of pain. Nathaniel immediately picked his BAR from the seat and dived through the glass, shattering it. He failed a roll and ate shit. He picked himself up and dived onto the ground. Banging his clip in, Nathaniel fired three controlled bursts from his BAR killing an attacker. Nathaniel then shouted out "I AM A MEMBER OF THIS FUCKING TEAM YOU FUCKING IDIOTS! YOU FUCKERS HELP ME OR I WILL STICK MY KNIFE UP YOUR ASSES!" Nathaniel smiled. That would get the attackers attention. Bullets started raining down on him, one luckily enough skimmed across his coat. He rolled on his side to right to take cover behind a tyre. He set his BAR on top of the tyre trying to get people without looking. Nathaniel smiled and hoped the team would get his plan.

"FUCK YOU YA FUCKING PANSIES! YOU CALL THAT AIMING YOU DUMBASSES! MY GRANDMOTHER CAN SHOOT BETTER! YO MAMA PROBABLY SO HAIRY THAT YOU GOT ROPE BURN WHEN YOU WERE BORN! YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING BITCHES! BUNCHA PUSSY DESERTERS! FUCK YOU YA BUNCHA PUSSIES!" Oh they are fuming. Nathaniel stuck out his middle finger even when tons of bullets rained down on his position. And even an explosion. Fuck. Nathaniel got vodka from his coat and drank some. "Thats the stuff."

arowne97 said
Suddenly, a gunshot that was way too loud to be any normal gun could be heard, even over the sound of the train, and the truck's front blew out, causing it to crash. It was James, with his anti-tank rifle, and no, he wasn't in the train. He was on top of it.

"Nice shot" Charlotte told James, she was climbing the ladder when he destroyed the truck. Now on the roof of the train she went on her knees, there was a barricade awaiting for them 400 meters ahead,
"I wonder how they found out about us coming here" She told James, and aimed at one of the deserters who had an mg42, headshot, one single shot was enough to pierce the helmet and skull.
"The brricade is not the problem, but if any of those guys has explosives..." With the stock of her rifle she hit the roof making noise anyone who was free at themoment could go up and help

BK201 said
"Nice shot" Charlotte told James, she was climbing the ladder when he destroyed the truck. Now on the roof of the train she went on her knees, there was a barricade awaiting for them 400 meters ahead,"I wonder how they found out about us coming here" She told James, and aimed at one of the deserters who had an mg42, headshot, one single shot was enough to pierce the helmet and skull."The brricade is not the problem, but if any of those guys has explosives..." With the stock of her rifle she hit the roof making noise anyone who was free at themoment could go up and help

"Thanks," James said, and aimed ahead of the train. He saw explosives strapped to the barricade, and knew that this train was a gonner if it his those, so he fired once, hitting one of the explosives and obliterating the barricade....along with part of the track.

Those on top of the train would quite likely hear a clanking noise, before a figure in a gas mask, wearing the 666th's uniform, appeared on top, carrying a struggling man, and more importantly some form of 2-way radio. Maike used gesturing to indicate that the man had been in possession of the radio before throwing him down on the roof and preparing her gun to fire at the people on the barricade.