Turn 3: Angel Down

[Cartwright]

((OOC: Also, all new players joining in will simply say they are transfering into the Hell Hounds and will be a part of the convoy currently moving out.))

[Cartwright]

The battle was worsening. More Strogg were appearing. One of the frontal Hover Tanks had been damaged. Not severely, but its machine gun was inoperable. Some of the troops' in the convoy were injuried and the medics could not rush to their aid due to the convoy's heightened pace through the area. Suddenly, the sound of something falling at intense speeds could be heard. Dust was kicked up from the ground nearby, a cloud of dust so beautiful, an artist would wish to paint it. But what was behind the cloud of dust was fire from beautiful.

"Shit! Strogg deployable turrets! Let the tanks and GEV machine guns deal with those badboys." One of the GEV drivers' said.

Tank cannons sounded, their shells pounding the weak shields of the deployable turrets. The shielding failed and the turrets' were torn to bits. But more began to descend down on the convoy.

"Command, please dispatch air support. We have Strogg deployable turrets deploying in our region and we believe a Strogg low-orbiting aircraft is deploying them. Over."

"Roger that, Kilo-Two-Seven. Eagle Wing has been dispatched. Command, out."

The fighting intensified, becoming more chaotic. And the Hell Hounds were in the middle of the fray.

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[Mr. Death]

((I apologize for the misunderstanding, I assure you it won't happen again. I'm not exactly knowledgeable on the subject of Quake, and as for the power gaming, I apologize for that, it was not my intention, however it did happen, won't happe again))

[Mr. Death]

Nightengale stayed in the GEV with Hayek. He was safest there, though he cared little for his own safety. His blaster was not the more efficient thing, atleast in his opinion. Why hadn't he brought more ammo? If shit kept up like this, there would be no use for his medical supplies, and he will have regretted not bringing the ammo.

He opened up the comm link and said to the commander, "I need to know how many are wounded. All squads assess the damage to your platoons, ASAP"

[Cartwright]

"Currently, we have sixteen wounded. Two critical. They won't make it another five minutes without intense medical care. We are gettin' a lot of shit from the Strogg. Think you can hop your ass over to each GEV and help out those piss poor bastards?" The tank commander said, his voice grim.

[Mr. Death]

"Fuck me runnin sir. . .I need to know which GEVs have the critical ones! I can't guess and check, I"m not a psychic sir, I'm a medic." He said, looking around with his good eye at the GEVs, trying to find the critically wounded soldiers, but to no avail.

"God damn it. . .Stabilize the less serious wounds. . .I'll come for all of you, I promise" He said, hopping out of the GEV and sprinting for the nearest one where a group of marines were firing out at the Strog, but one was obviously hit, laying down in the bed.

Nightengale felt a burning sensation in his shoulder but ignored it. He'd been hit, he knew, but he could take care of himself later.

[Cartwright]

"GEV Seven, eight, and six have the critically. All others have some wounded. You can find the numbers on the door to the side." The commander said informatively.

[Mr. Death]

Nightengale nodded to himself, assuring himself he could do it.

Seven the number flashed through his mind. He'd been right. He almost laughed to himself, maybe he was a fucking psychic. He hopped into the bed of the GEV, the marines not paying him much attention.
"Where's he hit?" He asked one of the marines.
"The chest, somewhere, we don't know for sure!" It was all the marine could say, he had to focus on the battle.

Elias looked over the marine. He was basically drowning in his own blood. Then he noticed the wound. The projectile had pierced his neck, and shattered his clavical bone. He was dead and he didn't even know it. Elias ripped off one of the dog tags and hopped out of the GEV toward the next one, which he guessed was number eight. He still had work to do.

Covered in blood, wounded in the shoulder, and still sprinting, he made his way to the next GEV, hoping this kid had a better chance than the last unlucky bastard.

[Cartwright]

"Fuck! Get down! Turret deploying near eight! Kilo-Two-Eight, open fire on that Squib turret! We can't afford to lose a GEV!"

[Mr. Death]

Nightengale didn't have time to get down. People were dying. He could see Marines starting to bail out of the GEV already. If that turret hit he would have to get the woun-

The fire felt warm against his face. The sand beneath him felt hard and gritty. He took deep breathes and then jumped up and made his way to the wrecked GEV. Most of the Marines had made it, probably only one death, but there were a few wounded. He was there in an instant

"You" He said, pointing to a disgruntled marine
"You know him?" The Marine nodded
"Take him, get him to another GEV, hurry the fuck up Marine, we don't have time to dick around!" The man the marine picked up would be okay with out medical attention, just a little piece of shrapnel to the thigh.
"Do you know this man?" He said, getting another marine's attention and pointing at another wounded soldier. The marine shook his head
"I don't give a fuck, you do now. He's your brother from here on out you hear? Follow those two to a safer GEV!" He shouted. The marine didn't do anything, he was shell shocked. Elias hit the marine upside the helmet with his blaster.
"DO IT!" He said, the marine finally complying. Elias took the last guy on his shoulders and sprinted for GEV nine. The destroyed GEV had wasted precious time, and the wounded marine on his back didn't help the situation, he had to hurry.

[Cartwright]

"Damn it! GEV eight is down! I repeat, GEV eight is down! Waste that God damn turret, Marines!" The tank commander said.

Numerous tank cannons sounded and the turret was destroyed. Metallic pieces from the turret acted as shrapnel, raining down on the convoy. Luckily, no one was injuried from it.

[Mr. Death]

Elias Godchild reached GEV 9 and tossed the injured marine that was on his shoulders in the GEV bed. Then he himself hopped in and took a look at the critically injured marine.
"Where's he hit?" He asked a marine.
"He's hit in the gut and in the chest, I don't know where!" He said before continuing to fire. It's Elias needed. The marine was hit in the gut and above the right pectorial. He may live if Elias could work fast enough. He put in an I.V. and some morphine, then some antibacterial cream and then tried to sew the wounds up best he could. Then he took a massive needle and plunged it straight into the marine's heart. The adrenaline left the saringe and was driven straight to his heart. His eyes bolted open, his strength renewed.


"Stay down, stay awake, whatever you do!" He said, hopping out of the GEV and making his way to the next one. This marine wasn't injured too badly but could use the medical attention all the same. A wound to the hip. He'd live for sure.

He sat back against the railing of the GEV bed and looked at the pair of Dog Tags in his hand.
Private Todd Gesling
Private Patrick Ulrich
He took his bloody hand and wiped it across his even bloodier face in a vain attempt to wipe the blood away from his eye.

"This is Godchild. . .We've lost two. A Private Patrick Ulrich and a Private Todd Gesling, do you copy?" He said over his comm. He'd done it again. . .Lost.

[Cartwright]

"Copy that, Godchild. I know Ulrich's family. I'll break the news to 'em. But stay frosty, Marine! This ain't over yet. Not by a long wrong. Time to get pay back on some squibs!" The commander said, his voice even more grim now.

[Mr. Death]

"Affirmative sir" He said through the comm. The critically injured marine was in no condition to be fighting. Nor did he have the strength.

Explosions roared all around, and Nightengale was in the thick of it now.
"Am. . .Am I going to die, sir?" The injured marine asked, blood trickling from his lips
Elias shook his head
"They didn't pick me for this platoon for nothing soldier. I'm gonna take care of you son" He said, picking up the marine's assault rifle.
"You won't be needing this anytime soon though" he said, and then took the marine's blaster.
"I'll make sure they send you home" He said and winked with his good eye. The bloody handle felt warm and sticky in his hands, but he was used to blood.

He took a deep breath and squeezed the trigger. The burst of rounds was like a heart beat.
Thump Thump Thump. . .Thump Thump Thump but instead of life, this heart beat gave death.

[Cartwright]

The convoy came upon a large, oddly circular hole in the ground. The Tank Commander ordered a complete halt in the convoy. The GEVs and tanks began to slow down and soon, finally stopped all together. The frontal tanks moved up, investigating. A loud roar of both organic infused with something mechanical. A large, spider-like leg emerged from the hole. Than another. Until the entire beast was out. It was easily five story's tall and had four spider-like legs. A round head in the centered. It was entirely armored and made of metal.

"Shit! Harvester! Open fire, NOW!" The Tank Commander ordered.

The frontal tanks unleashed a volley of 120mm rounds into the beast. Dust kicked up in the air and smoke arose from the areas hit. When this all cleared, there was not a scratch on the Harvester. It began firing its tiny machine guns at the troops, whom took cover quickly. Then two missiles fired from the top of two large ports on its torso.

"Heat seekers! Hit them before they come out to take it down! Combine that with our incessant firing and this Squib will be disabled in now time." The Tank Commander said, firing his tank's machine gun at the two missiles, detonating them in mid-air.

The Marines watched as more shells impacted the beast and missiles were destroyed. It took one giant step forward and its leg pierced through a tanks frontal armor and lifted into the air, tossing it away from the convoy. It crashed and detonated a few hundred meters away.

"Back up! It's advancing!" The tank commander said, backing the tank up quickly.

The Marines combined all their fire into the beast and it finally shrieked one last time, before falling inwardly like a spider. It's legs crossing and it slid back into the hole it came from. Dust kicked up from the large circular hole. The battle was not over yet. More Strogg infantry advanced and engages the now moving convoy. They had resumed their course.

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