Turn 5: Chalk Two

[Cartwright]

The Marines of Second Squad boared Kilo Two-Eight. They were frosty and ready to go. Meyen made sure of it. He wanted his Marines to excel. They had a new Marine join their ranks as well. Private Drabowski. He was an interesting individual to say the least, but there was no time for proper introductions. The lieutenant took a seat near the back ramp. He would be the first to exit and the last one to enter. He had no idea on how many enemies there were. No idea on what to expect. He did not like this operation. Something was off about it.

The drop-ship's back ramp ascended and the drop-ship began to rise into the sky, following Kilo Two-Seven. After several minutes, they were flying over the Detroit City limits. Second Squad would be infiltrating the City Hall directly from the rooftop access point. This would be an interesting operation, to say the least. Dozens of drop-ships invaded the skies of Detroit, a once friendly city now occupied by the Squibs.

Suddenly, anti-aircraft batteries opened up on the drop-ships in the skies. The Marines of Chalk Two could feel the drop-ship say as it attempted to evade the hostile incoming AA fire. Suddenly, a distant explosion was heard. Then the communications suddenly filled with radio traffic.

"Kilo Two-Seven to C2, we are going down. I repeat, we are going down."

The radio traffic increased even more at this new development. The drop-ship to actually be hit was right before them. And since it was the Hell Hound First Squad transport, the interest of other units was peaked. This was a disturbing development. The Marines heard the crash, though barely audible from the confines of their drop-ship.

"C2, we have a drop-ship down. I repeat, a bird is down. Over." Kilo Two-Eight, their drop-ship pilot, announced.

The radio traffic increased ten-fold. It was confirmed. The drop-ship had crashed.

"Affirmative, Kilo Two-Eight. We are getting no response from Chalk One. Do you have a visual on Chalk One?" Command inquired.

The Marines felt the drop-ship sway to the left as it attempted a flyby of the crash site. They heard a cheer from the cockpit.

"Affirmative. I see weapons' fire coming from the troop compartment. Strogg are swarming the crash site. Over."

The situation was getting worse from Chalk One. Private Tomala was more than happy he was now with Second Squad. It was probably hell down there. He could not imagine how bad it must have been for First Squad.

"Chalk One, give us a SITREP. Over."

"Our situation is HOT! I repeat, HOT!" Gunny Hayek said.

Now the lieutenant had to make a choice. He could go down and help Chalk One, which would give the Strogg time to fortify the City Hall, or attack City Hall as planned and assist the Marines once the City Hall was secured. A tough decision, indeed.

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[Private]

Drabowski stared at the crash site, his hands clenched in fists. He was awaiting orders. They had to do something damnit!

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot looked over at the El-Tee "Leave no man behind sir, If you decide to go to the city hall I volunteer to go down and help Gunny Hayek's Chalk until help arrives, sir." He was not going to let any of his family get killed by the Squibbs.....or worse.

[bullet]

Tomala was lucky he dodged a bullet but he had to go down there and get to work and help his mates out. Tomala said '' Damn Ive got to get there and help the family im going to need Godchild to help me out if hes okay.''

[Shadow]

"Continue on to our objective! It's hot but we can hold!"

[Corporal Hicks]

Sharpton was faced with a hard decision. the boys or he mission, the boys or the mission?

He looked around at all the white faced soldiers on board the dropship. He realized he had no choice. He raised the radio to his mouth, "Negative Gunny, we're coming back for you."

He turned to the pilot, "Pilot, get me an LZ near the downed ship, we need to do this quickly! And get the damn doors open!"

He turned back to the squad. "Schmidt, start sniping out the back, but listen to me. When we hit, I want Me, Meyen, Drabowski, and Perez to get out and form a perimeter around the dropship doors. Schmidt, Tomala, you stay inside and cover, then help get them in. Pilot, do you have a clear LZ for me?"

[Private]

Drabowski looked at the lieutenant. He considered saying screw you, but he was a grunt, not a lieutenant. He stood next to his seat, farthest away from the doors.

"Sir, Waiting for the synchronization, sir!"

[Cartwright]

"Negative... I'll have to land ya on one of the nearby buildings, lieutenant." The pilot said.

The Marines felt the drop-ship sway as it attempted to turn to the nearest building. Anti-aircraft fire suddenly opened up on the drop-ship, making their landing much more difficult.

"Shit! Hold on! This is gonna be a bumpy ride!" The pilot exclaimed.

The drop-ship swayed from left to right, attempting to evade the incoming fire. It was doing an excellent job of it. They were lucky to have such a good pilot. The drop-ship neared the edge of the building. Two Strogg popped out, a Tactical with a rocket launcher and a simple Soldier with a shotgun. The drop-ship spun around and Hoot aimed down his scopes with his new sniper rifle. He took aim on the Tacticals head and pulled the trigger.

The fifty caliber round struck the Squibs head with such force, it burst. Blood and gore coated the environment. The Strogg Soldier next to it was unaffected. The lieutenant fired a burst into its unarmored chest and it fell to the ground, dead. The drop-ship then touched down. The Marines piled out, setting up a perimeter around the door. The lieutenant coming out last.

"Schmidt, I want you posted as sniper. Stay on this rooftop and lighten up the resistance for Chalk One." The lieutenant said, then pointed to the rest of Chalk Two, "The rest of you, come with me. Drabowski, your point man. Meyen and I will be in the center. Tomala, watch our six. Move!"

The Marines snapped into action. Perez took the right side of the group and Meyen watched the left as they descended into the depths of this Strogg infested building. They hoped the only opposition inside were Soldiers, the most basic and easiest Strogg to eliminate.

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[Dire Wolf]

He went prone, making himself a smaller profile and so that he would not skyline so bad. He had eyes on a tactical, it had a rocket launcher and it was locking on to Two-Eight. "Oh no you don't you stupid fucker" Hoot said as he put the cross-hairs on the things center mass and let a round go. The bullet ripped through both sides of the Tactical Transfer's armor with ease, and the shear kinetic energy of the slug ripped it in half. He loved the recoil, that is one of the main reasons why he wanted to be a sniper.

He then saw a grunt rear up and begin to charge at the building that first squad was dug in, Hoot put the cross hairs on the beast's center mass and pulled the trigger. The slug smashed through both sides of the thing's heavy armor, it skidded to a halt a few inches from the door.

[Cartwright]

"Chalk Two, this is Chalk One. We saw you land on that building. Is that Hoot up there? Over."

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot smirked as he downed another Strogg, it was ripped in half. He petted the sniper rifle and asked the El-Tee "I think I'm in love, can I keep it, sir?" The rifle did not have much recoil, (well, it did, but not as much as you would think) the weight of the M-78 reduced it to an almost about the same amount of kick as a 12 gauge shotgun, and his armor would take any recoil that was left. He still had a small problem with the noise of the rifle, it was horribly loud. He would never use it inside, it would probably burst some ear drums.

May 16, 2008 21:23:33 GMT -5 Cartwright said:

"Chalk Two, this is Chalk One. We saw you land on that building. Is that Hoot up there? Over."

"Hell yeah, Kickin' ass and takin' names Gunny Hayek, just call out the targets and I will fuck it's world up, over." Hoot smirked as he began to search for anything else that would pose a real threat to Chalk One. He did have a limited amount of bullets after all.

((OOC: I have seen videos of Terrorist being shot by snipers with an M82s (Barrett .50cal) in Afghanistan, and the bullet really does that kinda stuff.))

[Matt]

((OOC: Those weren't terrorists, they were some kind of goat that dwells in the Afghanistan mountains.))

Meyen checked his corners, clear. No Strogg to be seen on his flank. He hoped the other Marines had their shit covered.

[Cartwright]

"Chalk Two, this is Kilo Two-Eight. We'll stay on station until you need extraction. Over."

[Private]

Drabowski continued in the front, moving into the building. As soon as something moved and it wasn't human, then he would fire.

(Why do I have the feeling that I'll have to make a new character very soon?)

[Cartwright]

((OOC: you won't. The only time you will is if you stop playing without an explanation or quit the game, and even then I might not kill your character off. I might just say he got transfered or something. Also, in this there are no rolls. If you want to kill something, go ahead and say your guy saw a Strogg and that you killed it. This is a light-ruled RPG after all ;p))