"F*ck, are they the ones high on the xeno psycho killer maker serum or us?"
Paul muttered, his eyes scanning the battlefield.
"That dropship's our best cover!"
I shouted, flooring the gas pedal and aiming the truck straight for the wreckage.
The truck roared as we sped toward the dropship, bullets pinging off the armor plates.
"Hold on!"
The truck skidded to a screeching halt behind the wreckage of the marine dropship. I jumped out of the driver's seat, quickly scanning the area.
"Fritz! Get that fifty off, find cover and cover our six and weeb get those ammo crates"
I barked.
Darius and Airid did just that with Darius lifting off the fifty from the welded to the truck tripod with ease after unlocking the lock, and jumping off the truck while Airid grabbed the four ammo crates containing 100 12.7mmm rounds each.
With both of his hands two In each they both sprinted to a nice crater, there they quickly set up the heavy machinegun and started firing again.
Cutting down militants and civilians alike and any light armored vehicles with Airid becoming the assistant gunner as he took out the ammo belts and connected them Into one long belt on the spot.
"Fish man! Scrooge! Cezar! Gear up from the corpses! Helmets, vests, whatever you can find, get armored and find some f*cking cover!"
I shouted as I sprinted toward the wrecked dropship.
My flipflofs proved not to be the best choice In this kind of situation so I just threw them off while running making for quite the comical sight as I approached the open side hatch of the crashed UNOE marine craft.
The dropship's side gunnery station was still functional, one of the laser Gatling guns had miraculously survived the crash.
I jumped into the gunner's seat after yanking out the corpse that had half of his head missing while also taking off his armored vest and putting It on and after that powered up the gun, the hum of the weapon vibrating through my hands.
"Eat, lazers motherf*ckers"
I muttered, a psychotic grin spreading across my face.
I swung the laser Gatling gun around and lined up my shots on the approaching militants.
With a squeeze of the trigger, the gun came to life, spewing out a storm of red-hot energy beams.
The slowly heating up rotating barrels blurred into motion as streams of laser fire lit up the battlefield.
The militants didn't stand a chance.
Bodies disintegrated under the barrage, and the vehicles they were using as cover exploded in showers of molten metal.
I kept the trigger down, the gun heating up as I mowed down wave after wave of enemies.
My pulse quickened, my blood singing with the thrill of combat.
"Die! Die! Die!!"
I growled, raining fire onto them. The chaos of the fight seemed distant now, just me, the gun, and the swarming enemy.
Meanwhile, my battle brothers were moving like a well-oiled machine.
Paul and Robert quickly scavenged the nearby bodies for helmets and armored vests, strapping themselves into whatever they could find.
Julian, always the sniper, grabbed a scoped high caliber sniper rifle from a fallen SWAT officer and took position behind some debris, scanning for high-value targets.
"We're all set!"
Paul shouted, sliding into cover behind a destroyed car.
"What's the plan, vamp?"
I paused for a split second, glancing over the battlefield.
The militants were still coming, but we'd gained some breathing room thanks to the Gatling gun and Darius's relentless barrage from the .50 cal.
"We hold this f*cking line until the cavalry arrives!"
I shouted back, swinging the laser Gatling gun toward another group of militants advancing from the north.
"The navies poster boys will be here soon, two hours, tops. We just have to keep them from reaching the space lift If not Im calling In our dropship and were getting the f*ck out from here!"
Hearing this Julian popped up from cover, his sniper rifle firing with a sharp crack.
"Well, they're coming in waves. Let's just hope these f*ckers run out of bodies before we run out of bullets!"
Darius, still manning the .50 cal, laughed as he blasted another vehicle into scrap metal.
"I've got enough rounds for all of 'em!"
The battle raged on as we held our position, the downed marine dropship providing us with a crucial strong point.
The laser Gatling gun chewed through any militants foolish enough to get close, while my battle brothers picked off the rest with brutal efficiency.
"Watch the flanks!"
Robert shouted, his rifle barking as he dropped two militants trying to sneak up on us from the nine oclock.
"I see 'em!"
Paul yelled back, unloading a burst into the approaching enemies.
Despite the overwhelming numbers, we held strong.
But the sheer mass of the enemy forces was starting to weigh on us.
Every time we cleared one wave, another would appear from the streets, screaming their battle cries and charging headlong into the fight.
"F*ckers just won't quit!"
Darius grunted, sweat pouring down his face as he fired the .50 cal in short, controlled bursts, only for me to spot an RPG team looking in my direction, seeing this I readjusted the gattling gun and pressed the trigger only for the gun to malfunction because It overheated.
"F*ck me!"
I cursed as I got out from the gunner's seat and jumped out from the dropship yet I was a step too late, the explosion practically flung me out causing me to eat a mouthful of dirt, along with a broken nose, definitely microfractures, microtears and a torn open thigh which was leaking like a fountain In controlled bursts, definitely a torn artery.
"Motherf*ckers not my leg again!"
I cursed to myself as I tore off the tourniquet from my armored west and applied 5 centimeters over my bleeding wound.
"19.36, 19.36, 19.36!"
I roared at the top of my lungs making sure I wouldn't forget the time when I applied the tourniquet, as I did my battle brothers repeated It, In case I forgot.
"G*ddamn f*ckers!"
I cursed as I grabbed a random rifle with a mechanical sight within my reach and started pressing the trigger one round at a time while lying on my back.
"F*cking g*ddamn piece of s*it!"
I barked as I pressed the trigger only to hear metal hitting metal as I did I turned my rifle to the side only to see a g*ddamn pornography the likes I hadnt seen before, In the ejection chamber and firing chamber In the form of mangeled and clustered rounds.
"G*ddamn UNOE and their f*cking third rate gear!"
I roared as I flung the rifle away, already scanning for a new one and then, like a beacon of hope cutting through the storm, I spotted them.
"About time you lazy f*cks!"
I shouted, pointing my middle finger skyward.
The sky lit up with fiery streaks as the Orbital Insertion Shock Troopers made their dramatic entrance.
The drop pods pierced through the clouds, trailing fire as they rocketed toward the planet's surface.
The impact was deafening, each pod slamming into the ground like a meteor, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
The OISTs had arrived, the drop pods began to open, revealing the heavily armored figures of the OISTs inside.
They moved with military precision, their exoskeleton armor gleaming under the dim sunlight as they charged into the fray, fifty-caliber smart rifles lighting up the battlefield.
The OISTs hit the ground running, literally.
Their exoskeleton armor, a mix of advanced nanocomposite alloys, glinted in the dim sunlight as they charged into the battlefield with surgical precision, they cut through an entire mob of militants like a hot knife through butter.
"F*ck me..."
Paul cursed In disbelief, his eyes wide as he watched the OISTs work, I couldn't help but agree.
The sheer force they brought to the fight was something else.