As the attack bored in, Resistance reinforcements arrived to drive them back. Two heavily armed and armoured figures were at the head of the push back, one of them with a familiar voice cut into Legion comms. ”Oi Beakie,” Gerad called out as a hostile went down. ”Was wonderin’ when you’d stop slackin’ an’ join us.” The other heavy armour seemed to be taking a page from the Militia, with the heaviest armour you’ve got, let your enemy dash themselves against you. Like Lito’s new suit, his armour seemed rather…basic…by Garundin standards, but he was willing to admit that might just be his own biases talking.
In short order the Apocalypse troopers realized the odds where leaning against them and decided to fall back to their perimeter having lost several suits, and their pilots for no real gain. Gerad took a few more potshots at the fleeing enemies before pulling back to his own lines, making a move towards Lito and his friend as he did. ” ’Avin’ a nice vacation?” He asked, with an amused snort, as he came up beside Silas. Looking up at the two ‘newcomers’, he studied their armour though his own sensors. Bah! Guess it s’all right f’r alien tech, but I could take ‘em…
Gerad listened to the comms as Cyne and Ducaliea made their way in and began to sow their brand of havoc amongst the enemies in the second line. While they did that, and the rest of them waited with the Resistance for the right time to move, he busied himself with some more repairs to the Chimera. - As the power armoured thugs moved in, he was moving out. ”KRAK ‘EM LADS!” He hollered to the nearby Resistance fighters. ”ANY ‘OW TAGS ME BUYS TH’ DRINKS!” Despite their nervousness about the on coming fight, quite a few of the fighters laughed. Saving his dwindling PRP shots for the tank, he flashed laser fire at the thugs from behind his Barrier, sweeping the beam in arcs to try and tag them. Like the last batch they’d fought, these power armoured enemies where faster on their feet that one would normally expect, and the armour was tough enough to take glancing blows from his VLA.
Before he could really start to go to work, a voice cut into the company comms just as a mass driver punched a slug straight through one of the attackers. This seemed to be the signal for the Resistance, because as soon as that happened, they poured forwards unloading on the incoming hostiles. A second suit went down under autocannon fire from the power armoured Resistance leader after an anti-armour crew had gotten a good hit in themselves. Another suit juked madly to avoid the fire from the Resistance push and brought himself right into a perfect shot for Gerad.
The target window was only moments, but that was enough; the VLA struck a flex joint in the armour’s torso, and in moments burned through causing an overload while at the same time disabling the computers. Instead of the plasma flair from the overload venting outwards, the damage made it vent into the armour. In less than two full seconds, the target was nothing more than a vaguely humanoid shaped pile of slag; this was all a moot point to the pilot however as the penetrating VLA beam had bisected his heart and killed him before the armour had even blown up.
@Treue Oh should've clarified the water bottle, I meant like a Nalgene (32oz). As for the ammo, I was thinking it was sort of the last of her 'haul' from the police van. (It had a couple of MP5 SMGs, but she traded them away b/c they eat too much ammo but there was a good supply of 9mm for them so she's kept a fair amount, similar deal with the shotgun. The stuff she has loaded into it/carries on her person are 'meh' Tube reloads; the rifle rounds she found later...she tries to scavenge as much as possible to avoid spending her mil. spec. ammo). That said, I can cut back on that stuff if you want.
@Treue Edited sheet, sorry, forgot about the one gun. The knife is simple Tube made affair, more intended as a took; if she finds she needs a melee weapon she prefers the crowbar.
Surprisingly positive considering both her life pre-war and what she’s encountered afterwards, she still tries to hold others at a distance. She has a soft spot for the ‘Little Guy’ and despite her early actions in life, she loathes bandits with a passion.
Backstory
Life stacked the deck against her pretty much from the get go. The daughter of a junkie and whomever she’d fucked to pay for her next fix, Harper was a ward of the child welfare services from an early age. Ending being ‘fostered’ in one of London’s poorer boroughs, she quickly fell in with one of the interminable youth gangs as she entered the school system; by fifteen she’d been in youth detention centers twice (vandalism and robbery) and was what the media would call ‘Known to Police’. All in all her life was looking like it was to wind up a big nothing.
By the time she was eighteen, she’d been locked up a further three times and gotten out just six months before her eighteenth birthday when the world died. She was on a train, about halfway through her intended journey, when the bombs hit; the following several months are a bit of a blur, but the key notes where that she actually found a few of her ‘friends’ and some of their associates, and with this core group, they took to old habits. Bullying and harassing any solo travelers or small enough groups, they became bandits, doing whatever it took to survive. This lasted for several years, where they both gained and lost members, and Harper would have probably stayed in that life, sacrificing slivers of her humanity to survive, had she not returned to the camp one day to find they’d been attacked while she was off trading with a nearby independent station.
From what she could tell, her small group had been overwhelmed by a larger crew of bandits, who’d slaughtered everyone before looting as much as they could carry. She mourned her companions and scavenged what little there still was of value before beginning the long trek back to the station she’d last been at. As she grieved, the loss of her friends eventually made her realize that to survive they all had to work together, rather then preying on one another. From there, she started helping the small group living at Highams Park station build and gather what was needed and when necessary defend from attack. In the years since, she’s taken to travelling the Tube, offering assistance to Independent, Westminster or Commons stations that wish to hire her; that said, she utterly refuses to have any dealings with Lords stations.
Her heavy use of pre-war police gear stems from the fact that several years ago during a solo surface excursion, she found a mostly intact police van full of gear. It took several trips to get all of the worthwhile gear out, and from that she was able barter for some rather valuable items like her light, Geiger counter and straw. She used to have a police Glock 17 but lost it during an altercation on the surface.
When I get a moment I'll get a sheet together. @Kylia Quilor as a self-professed gun-nerd, if you have firearms questions I can (hopefully) help if you need it.