AzenExile

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

The Spaniard cursed the days those men were born. They would die under her threads or as the shells from her cannon crashed upon the top of their heads!

She growled at the hit that registered on her screens, red light filling the fighting compartment as she forced the tank to turn her hull towards the offender. The tank said: "Target - destroyer - 687 meters and closing - locked on."

"Fire."

And the cannon roared, another shell escaped the barrel at very high speeds, a line of red light following the shell until it struck the destroyer's bridge; the warship groaned painfully as it got hit, sparks flying out of the burning bridge as shrapnel from the shell caused fires nearby.

"Again, fire." She said. The cannon reloaded, aimed at a different point of the ship, and fired, a shell striking the hull, penetrating, and exploding once it found its way in the engine room. The mighty ship was crippled, and it was on fire. The Spaniard finished it off with another round through the hull, this time, for where she thought the ammunition stores were.

After she let the ship die, she turned to engage the marines with her machine guns while the main cannon engaged the other destroyer.

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

copy that

Project Griffin

The commlink that the Spanish soldier possessed came alive with the voice of his superior. He nodded and responded with a terse, "Holding position --- sector seems clear here."

He then sighed as he depressed the talk button and aimed down his sights again, watching, waiting for any enemy targets that might return. Nothing has moved, nobody has made a daring attempt.

And now, as things settled down, and the rest of the squad moved, he began to feel exhausted. He was breathing more rapidly, his breath short as he also became pale. He looked down and saw that some of his wounds opened up again. He was bleeding. Heavily bleeding.

He reached for his commlink and said, "Um, I need help, uh....I'm bleeding out."

Project Griffin

The Spanish soldier continued to do his job, showering hot rounds, freshly loaded into his weapon, southward. Sometimes, he had to adjust his fire so that he could hit targets going off the cardinal direction he had pointed himself towards. At the same time, he stayed in his position at all times, using his cover as his only protection against enemy return fire.

Only when his machine gun started running out of rounds did he cry out, "I'm pulling back!" and got up from his position and ran at least five meters back, closer to his friends, before establishing himself behind a large boulder. From there, he kept firing on the enemy targets, even if they ran.

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

Seamus used his cannon to provide even more supporting fire. While he planned on making it easier for his colleagues, he was ready to fight if needed. The Irish lad wasn't counting on luck this time. Skill was key at this moment. A levelheaded approach was taken as he joined in the barrage with Encarnacion. Suppress and slaughter may be the result as the boarding crew will have it easier thanks to the distractions provided by the cannon and the railgun.

@Ubermensch

At the moment after Seamus gave fire, Encarnacion followed his fire with another release from her giant cannon, the tank trembling just slightly as the recoil caused the breech to jump backwards, open and unleash its spent casing before the AI automatically reloaded the cannon and aimed at another target. Meanwhile, Encarnacion reached out to Seamus, saying,

"Hey! Irish! Should we move closer to the target?"

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

"Fuck. Okay, " She sighed as she stopped watching what the hell was unfolding in front of her and concentrated on her job. She had been waiting for too long and she got orders, whether she heard them or not, she had to do it. She took a deep breath and told her AI her instructions, "Okay, Covenant, let's go. Mark targets as I dictate them, " And thean she started dictating the targets, specifically telling the computers to target and lock on the guns of the ships and on other enemy threats. She calculated that with her smart rounds, she could take care of them with little worry of a misfire or missing the targets. Afterward, she thought that after using the smart rounds, she could switch to dumb fire and start engaging the less important ones. She bit her lip as she watched Seamus and his NC do their job. Fuck! And she was being useless, just watching the supporting fire and the rest of the action! She grunted and ordered, "All right! All targets, confirm lock, confirm solutions!"

"All solutions confirmed, all targets locked on. Permission to engage?"

"Permission granted! Fire at will! Fire at will!"

"On the way!"

And the first smart round left the heavy cannon of the massive tank NC, a roar entering the sky as the round flew and was guided towards its target, one of the guns of the ships.

It hit. Mariano grinned then said, "All right. Load next round, engage next target....Target acquired, fire at will!"

Project Griffin

Santiago was freed. His comrades saved him and now he was free to use his weapons. Free to kill the son of a bitch that messed up his arm. Immediately, he screamed at the Saurian as he aimed at the center, on the low, of the Saurian and let loose a burst of 5.56 mm rounds deep into and through the alien body. Once done, he set aside his machine gun and emptied all the rounds in his pistol into the downed Saurian.

When that was accomplished, he put away his pistol and picked up his machine gun and let one of his friends apply some quick fix on him. He groaned as it was being done and waited for a moment after it was finished. He stabbed some morphine into his body too just in case.

He ran to the south and found cover. He set up his machine gun close to a disabled vehicle. He was glad he had a bipod for it. For now, he was stable. He will need surgery later on after this mission but for now, he can fight again.

He checked his weapon for ammunition, the safety and then shouted to his comrades, "COMRADES! I'M ON THE SOUTH! I'LL COVER YOU!"

Then he went quiet, chambering a fresh round into the gun and then unleashing a burst of fire down on any incoming enemy targets. He always aimed for the center, spraying carefully if there were more targets within his kill box. The pain was slowly going as he slowly focused and did his job, his machine gun singing in the din of the battle.

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

Mariano felt fear.

For once in her time in Haven, she shook. Badly. Her confidence was shot to shit. But more importantly, she had to try to be strong, courageous for the final battle. The enemy was out there, right there! They threatened innocent lives and taunted them and more. But Mariano shrank from her duty. She heard what Adam said. She knew what Adam ordered them to do. And most of all, she was part of a team.

But she couldn’t, she just could not move. Not a step, not a movement of her hand, not even a twitch. But she did shake in her place. Her knees were transforming into useless branches that kept her up. Her arms were sagging as they trembled along the sides of her body.

And within her, her heart just performed like a wild drummer. She thought she would feel her heart burst out between her ribs, breaking the cage that held it in, that prevented it from doing what she feared. But more importantly, hopefully, it would stop her heart from shattering within if it could not come out violently.

She tried to snap out of it. On her own. But that didn’t work.

Mariano was paralyzed. It lasted for a moment until the Irish sang his song. It reminded her, barely, of what she had to do. Of what cause she was fighting for.

The lyrics was one thing. But the music was another. Both worked together to somehow snap her out of the grip fear had on her almostly as quickly as an ice cold bucket of water would if it had been poured over her head.

When courage barely triumphed for her against that feeling, she lifted her right hand, trembling as it was, and turned it into a fist and proclaimed on top of her lungs, “¡Vamonos!”

Later, much, much later, she found herself piloting her machine of war. Together with her AI and the core of her own rumbling, big-as-life tank, she felt some confidence return and a bit of courage to keep her going forward. Her tank left slowly but gradually picked up some speed so it was decently travelling, simply going towards the coast. Once it stopped there, Mariano ordered as she aimed at one of the guns of the missile cruiser and requested permission to fire from Adam. She said, “This is Covenant, I have locked on a target on the missile cruiser. Permission to fire?”

The 95mm Coil Gun was already humming with life, the AI and the pilot eager, anxious enough to fire on the enemy’s weapons. She was dealing with an itchy trigger finger now that she was waiting for the word to be said. She just had to wait. She was going to support them first, to give covering fire. Then she’ll get on that cruiser too.

Project Griffin

To get pounced on by a hostile dinosaur was one thing. To hit the dirt on your stomach with her mouth open and your right hand just below your chest was another. Yes, the hand was crushed. Yes, he must have broke his middle finger. He felt it, heard the bone snap and he was pissed. Santiago growled at the motherfucking dino and rolled so that he lay on his back and faced the ugly dino. He shouted, "Fucking beast! Get off me! Let me go!"

He didn't know where his weapons dropped. He was holding on to his pistol. His machine gun dropped somewhere.

Fuck.

He continued to fight, struggle and simply oppose the dino. But the dino was hammering him badl. He swore he tasted blood in his mouth. He was shouting in Spanish now, keeping the dino away from hitting his face or his neck. He had to protect himself and hold on for just a little longer! He couldn't do anything or say anything about the others so all he had to do was survive. If only the dino didn't try to---

"MIERDA! MY ARM!" he cried out as the dino opened its mouth and put it around the arm that he had been using to block the punches. Hard. It was painful enough that it made him cry out in Spanish. He said, "Jodeme, jodeme, va a salir ¡Se va a ir a la mierda!"

And truth be told, the arm didn't come off but instead the dino pulled away. Hard. Hard enough to cause one massive avulsion to appear. Blood spurted out in massive amounts. Santiago saw the flesh torn away, the bones exposed.

His scream didn't stop and neither did the volume stop going up.

It didn't even hit him yet that he was shot. Shot! He felt something punch through his armor somewhere along his body. Damn, damn, DAMN! I'm going to bleed out if the dino doesn't finish me off!

SURVIVE, God damn it!

NCQuest - A Mecha RP: The Defense of Darwin (BeeNCQuest)

Repairs were finished, at least. No upgrades yet. She sighed as she checked her PDA and her communicator, speaking to her AI briefly. She was able to confirm it before she turned her attention away from the funny but friendly Irishman. She gasped as she realized who she was looking at and who the prisoner was.

Throughout the entire time that the Red Star cerdo was talking, her blood boiled and boiled and boiled. It reminded her of how ill the treatment of Paragon towards prisoners, towards her and most of all, towards her own people, the Spanish people. She remembered Madrid. She recalled Barcelona, Seville, Granada and most of all, Valencia! Valencia!

How wonderful it would be to crucify the bastard who did this. Who threatened this. Who planned this.

Immediately, when Osamu was finished talking, she lifted her right hand and cried out. "¡Asesino!" She turned to the volunteers and spoke out. "What's the plan?"