Legacy Chr: Teamwork3...2...1... Unaona pulled the trigger, launching the missile towards its computer locked target. The turret she had chosen was turned to scrap as the guided projectile hit home, setting alarms blared and she had ducked back to use the cliffside as cover from their return fire. Now! I'll meet you on the North end! she called through her radio.Legacy Chr: Teamwork in Scraps More Like This
Thendria peaked her head over the small ditch, her visor zooming in to the human base to see soldiers, armor divisions, and emergency crews scrambling all across the base, mainly towards the West where her squadmate had fired from. A few more diversionary explosives from Unaona's peppering of grenades assisted in keeping their attention.
Glancing at the heavily plated woman behind her, she watched as the assisting systems kick in as she pulled up a massive two-handed cannon looking weapon. I'll get ahead, take out the turrets, and open the way for you. Thendria told her partner. Without another word, she jumped
Legacy Chr: PrioritiesHer cover blown by a patrol team, Thendria ducked into the nearby forest so the tanks couldn't zone in on her too soon. They were thick and well-rooted, giving even the heavy, tread-based vehicles problems in trying to knock them over, but that's what infantry was for. The dozen or more human soldiers continued to manage in getting behind her, aiming for her legs with the usual solid rounds, but just as she'd experienced before, some of them were using laser-based weaponry, and those burns were hard to fix for the biokinetics at home.Legacy Chr: Priorities in Scraps More Like This
She kept her footwork up, seemingly going deeper into the forest when she was trying to arch her way out to the edge. She hit something with the back of her leg and looked down to spot a human soldier that had been knocked over, but at the same time, noticed two more coming from behind the trees in front of her. With a careful, but precise sweep of her foot, she lifted the grounded soldier with the tip of her boot and sent him right into his allies, bowli
Legacy Chr: One Man's War 1Stepping out of the sleek black car, adorned with government plates, I dusted off my hat respectfully, placing it on my head and looking over my uniform. Medals and rank displayed for any to see, primped and pressed formal uniform of an olive green, not much different from the old movies and documentaries I watched for years before joining the UEC Armed Forces. I wanted to fight for family and country, to protect the rights of others, but now my job was much less appealing. Looking up the paved walk way, adorned with flags and patriotic symbols to proudly sponsor the loved one of the woman that lived here. With a deep inhale I held my breath, working up the nerve to approach the door and let the woman know what had become of her loved one.Legacy Chr: One Man's War 1 in Scraps More Like This
As though my shoes were lined with lead, I trudged up up the walkway, the days of my training coming back, but physical discipline was hardly appropriate for what I was doing. With uncertainty I slowly took the three steps onto the porch, hoping the
Legacy Chr: Minor AnnoyanceVerra had chosen a rocky ridge to position herself, her special cloak pulled over the length of her body and her gun also blanketed by a similar, but smaller piece of material. She had covered it with local gravel and dirt so it would blend in with the surrounding gray rocks, and she was proud to say that beneath it, her form beneath it looked very much like the sloping but pointed rocks that surrounded her.Legacy Chr: Minor Annoyance in Scraps More Like This
The team had dropped in planetside some three days ago, taking half of one to get to their positions. Aramathea, Jatiig, and Unaona had set themselves up to the North-West of the base, keeping out of sight to get their diversion ready so Thendria, who would be waiting in the East, could grab their target, while Verra had been nearly motionless for two days, keeping an eye on the starport so the target couldn't escape.
She had chosen one of her most balanced rifles in terms of power and firing rate, able to plug a human tank in three or less shots, and still have time to zone in on
Legacy Chr: Two SidesUnder cover of a storm of liquid rust, the forward drop ships landed. Verra led the way once the platform was on the ground, Thendria close behind with Jattig and Unaona covering the rear behind Aramathea, the team's Psion. A small platoon of armored troopers followed a distance behind from the other ships while the mechanized units were being brought in.Legacy Chr: Two Sides in Scraps More Like This
Unlike most other missions, Thendria, Unaona, Aramathea and Verra were wearing full-body environment suits to protect them from the harmful effects of the iron-laced rain, as well as visored helmets like the others', but not as outfitted with special sensors. In Verra's case, hers was significantly more advanced, but specialized for her sniping role.
Ugh, the Iron Oxide in this rain is going to ruin my armor's actuators, Jatiig said annoyed, setting down her plasma sprayer and giving a firm shake in her powered armor. While the others didn't have powered armor, there were nods of agreement from a number of them, including
Legacy Chr: EscapeHimir was under the bed, covering Bastion as best he could while the walls shuddered in tandem with the booms and rumbles of the attacks. It had been going on for only a short time, listening to the alarms from beyond the cell door, in addition to faintly yelling voices of the bases crew. He whispered reassurances to his younger brother, keeping his voice calm for him and letting him know it would all turn out alrightLegacy Chr: Escape in Scraps More Like This
His mind raced with the outcomes that could take place. Whether they were being attacked by another group of scavengers, or if the UEC was bombarding as their usual lack of tact was want to do, their survival was not looking all that positive. Himir patted the back of Bastion's head as he held him close, not about to let a wayward piece of shrapnel take his brother after nine years of Hell.
Rem had apparently given up entirely on acquiring Bastion some years ago, practically ignoring them, sparing a glance at Himir, or simply nodding an acknowledgement to the child. Only
Legacy Chr: Dream, or Destiny?Being fired on from all sides, narrowly avoiding weapons of all sorts, surrounded by ships that simply didn't make sense and uncertain what exactly was going on, Himir was using every trick he had learned to maneuver through the firefight. He wasn't exactly sure what kind of ship he was in; it was three times the size of a normal fighter, the shots that hit seemed only faintly effective, dispersing on the plasma shields, and it seemed quite mobile and fast enough to work through the enemy web of forces.Legacy Chr: Dream, or Destiny? in Scraps More Like This
Ahead of him, he could see a large ship of impossible construct, pieces of it orbiting around itself and bolts of energy coming from no where. Close to it was what looked like a military vessel, but also of odd construct, but that's not what concerned him about it, it was the fact that Bastion was on it.
Himir had no idea how or why he knew, but everything in him told him that his brother was on the military vessel that was under heavy fire from the larger ship, and he was there with a
Legacy Chr: SacrificeHow does he do it, Drake? How the Hell has he been able to last this long? Rem watched as below the catwalk, a few dozen people toiled at assembly lines. He was supposed to to lose that resolve. I thought the spirit of a ten year old would break after a week or two, but it's been six years, Drake. Six years! Sometimes I find myself thinking about going back on that stupid deal, but what would that get me? I break one deal and word gets out, our sponsors won't trust me!Legacy Chr: Sacrifice in Scraps More Like This
It's just a kid, Rem. I've never seen you so worked up. Drake looked a little uneasy, his boss and lifetime friend on the verge of snapping because of a sixteen year-old. Just off him, Rem, make it look like an accident.
The man rounded on Drake, An accident? Rem grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in, glaring him in the eye, WHAT ARE WE KNOWN FOR, DRAKE?! Our quota revolves around an efficient work force, and one little accide