SQJ
05-09-2011, 03:59 PM
Location: Mogale, 50km from the borders of both Molope and Kwasani.
The SS Razor blasted through the air at high speed, tearing past exploding shells, relying on its high value armour to keep from being ripped to shreds from flack cannon fire. The Razor was a transport ship, massive in size, most of which was made up of armour and power cells, the thing was designed for penetrating defensive lines and dropping large troop numbers.
The SS Razor and all others of its kind were three kilometres short of the defensive line and they were already reduced to a quarter of their original number, the majority of which had been blasted apart from the first few minutes of launching. What ever was firing at them was ripping them to shreds, tearing through the armour as though it were nothing more than tissue paper.
Orders were called out to the interior of the transport vessel from the vessel's captains, the armour wasn't doing it. They were being hammered too hard, all ships were going to do an emergency landing at the same time, three kilometres short of the actual defensive line and one kilometre short of what was left of an imp city called Lorrian, their planned drop off point.
The ships landed and thousands upon thousands of troops rushed out, grinding what little greenery into pulp wiht their armoured boots. One of the ships blew up taking half the men inside with it. The shock wave was so strong it blew every soldier in range off their feet. The power cells fuelling the vessel were no joke.
A streak of fire tore through the skies and dropped directly into the SS Razor. It blew sky high. They didn't stand a chance. Or that was that Vuyo, believed. Four of his best Uruk Hai privates combined their magic tech abilities and formed a wall taking the brunt of the blast into themselves, there was an explosion of blood and brain matter, leaving a bloody mess as all that was left of them.
Vuyo touched his index and thumb to his forehead and heart three times before turning back to the task at hand. The mission had just begun and he had just lost four of his best magic tech specialists and most of his support and to add icing to this cake, they'd been dropped 1 km short of their mark, he had problems of his own to deal with, too many to have time to morn.
Vuyo was running fast, he wasn't alone, over four thousand ran with him, over taking him and splitting up. He fired into the air to keep them focused. He didn’t have time to deal with them losing their spines when it mattered most. There was work to be done.
Onwards they ran using the sloping contours of the terrain to keep out of range of machine gun fire, whether that was tactical planning or just dumb luck Vuyo cared little, the only thing that mattered at that moment was getting to the cover of the ruin that could scarcely be called a city. Once, many years ago, he'd built a castle from bits of wood around his home, he'd set it on fire as a joke. Even that charred husk looked so much better than this city did. Only a few buildings were left intact and each of them were far apart and wide spread and each looked ready to come down with a single hit from a rocket propelled grenade, a tactical nightmare.
Vuyo himself had two hundred men under his command, a few of which wer already dead. He sped up and took point, running into the city's perimeter. His thick boots thudded loudly on the tar roads as he entered the city streets and dove into a crater, over three hundred and eighty others of mixed races jumped in with him. Allot of them were not his men. This was turning into a nightmare. It didn't make an bit of sense. What the hell kind of mission was this? There was not an ounce of logic in it. The enemy opposition was bigger than he had pictured. The sound of machinery over head, pulled Vuyo's upwards. He looked up.
“Everyone down!” said Vuyo looking at the surrounding buildings. There were dozens of Imp soldiers pointing mounted guns at them, spread out neatly. Vuyo dropped, lifting his own weapons and fire at the buildings. Gun fire through their numbers spraying. The walls simply blew out from artillery fire on their side. At the very least it looked like he wasn't the only one of commanding rank left behind.
Vuyo threw his hands into air and roared loudly before charging forwards, wishing to what ever gods were out there that they'd get out of this alive.
The SS Razor blasted through the air at high speed, tearing past exploding shells, relying on its high value armour to keep from being ripped to shreds from flack cannon fire. The Razor was a transport ship, massive in size, most of which was made up of armour and power cells, the thing was designed for penetrating defensive lines and dropping large troop numbers.
The SS Razor and all others of its kind were three kilometres short of the defensive line and they were already reduced to a quarter of their original number, the majority of which had been blasted apart from the first few minutes of launching. What ever was firing at them was ripping them to shreds, tearing through the armour as though it were nothing more than tissue paper.
Orders were called out to the interior of the transport vessel from the vessel's captains, the armour wasn't doing it. They were being hammered too hard, all ships were going to do an emergency landing at the same time, three kilometres short of the actual defensive line and one kilometre short of what was left of an imp city called Lorrian, their planned drop off point.
The ships landed and thousands upon thousands of troops rushed out, grinding what little greenery into pulp wiht their armoured boots. One of the ships blew up taking half the men inside with it. The shock wave was so strong it blew every soldier in range off their feet. The power cells fuelling the vessel were no joke.
A streak of fire tore through the skies and dropped directly into the SS Razor. It blew sky high. They didn't stand a chance. Or that was that Vuyo, believed. Four of his best Uruk Hai privates combined their magic tech abilities and formed a wall taking the brunt of the blast into themselves, there was an explosion of blood and brain matter, leaving a bloody mess as all that was left of them.
Vuyo touched his index and thumb to his forehead and heart three times before turning back to the task at hand. The mission had just begun and he had just lost four of his best magic tech specialists and most of his support and to add icing to this cake, they'd been dropped 1 km short of their mark, he had problems of his own to deal with, too many to have time to morn.
Vuyo was running fast, he wasn't alone, over four thousand ran with him, over taking him and splitting up. He fired into the air to keep them focused. He didn’t have time to deal with them losing their spines when it mattered most. There was work to be done.
Onwards they ran using the sloping contours of the terrain to keep out of range of machine gun fire, whether that was tactical planning or just dumb luck Vuyo cared little, the only thing that mattered at that moment was getting to the cover of the ruin that could scarcely be called a city. Once, many years ago, he'd built a castle from bits of wood around his home, he'd set it on fire as a joke. Even that charred husk looked so much better than this city did. Only a few buildings were left intact and each of them were far apart and wide spread and each looked ready to come down with a single hit from a rocket propelled grenade, a tactical nightmare.
Vuyo himself had two hundred men under his command, a few of which wer already dead. He sped up and took point, running into the city's perimeter. His thick boots thudded loudly on the tar roads as he entered the city streets and dove into a crater, over three hundred and eighty others of mixed races jumped in with him. Allot of them were not his men. This was turning into a nightmare. It didn't make an bit of sense. What the hell kind of mission was this? There was not an ounce of logic in it. The enemy opposition was bigger than he had pictured. The sound of machinery over head, pulled Vuyo's upwards. He looked up.
“Everyone down!” said Vuyo looking at the surrounding buildings. There were dozens of Imp soldiers pointing mounted guns at them, spread out neatly. Vuyo dropped, lifting his own weapons and fire at the buildings. Gun fire through their numbers spraying. The walls simply blew out from artillery fire on their side. At the very least it looked like he wasn't the only one of commanding rank left behind.
Vuyo threw his hands into air and roared loudly before charging forwards, wishing to what ever gods were out there that they'd get out of this alive.