everything he could to stop guerrillas, and he’d have a gunboat prepared immediately !
Mentally snickering, Bloody Jack shut the com channel, and headed out of his room, heading to the governor mansion’s garage to get a ride to the air-field.
***
“Sarge! They detected us!”
“I see ‘em!” McKain responded, his battlesuit detecting the approach of a gunboat. “Team, move it! They probably don’t have a hard lock; so let’s keep ‘em from getting one!”
Immediately, the guerrilla team began sprinting, the three Marines keeping an eye both on them and the approaching gunboat.
“We’re not gonna make it…”
“Shut up!” McKain snapped over the Marine com channel. “Stay focused, and keep moving!” That wasn’t to say he disagreed though. Although the gunboat was only beginning to run a search pattern, it obviously had too good of an idea of their location to miss them.
The platoon sergeant estimated they had maybe a minute before they were discovered.
“Lex, Holer, get ready. We’ll hold the gunboat off until the guerrillas can get out of range.”
“Yes, sarge,” the two said in unison, falling back to join him, as the sergeant called out over to the guerrillas team leader.
“Captain Hillman, take you team straight, then turn left when you hear the shooting start. Zig-zag for a while, then try to head back to base. We’ll hold the gunboat off, but we don’t have any heavy weaponry, so…”
“Right,” the captain gasped out, breath coming out hard as he ran. The guerrilla team continued on, while the Marines turned and readied their weapons.
The sergeant waited, until the gunboat began swinging towards the guerrilla team, then snapped out over the Marine channel, “Now!”
Immediately, the Marines opened fire.
The first warning the gunboat had of their presence, was the impacts on its shields.
“Evade!” Bloody Jack snapped. “Then launch missiles! Fire beams only when the targets are detected!”
“What-”
“Those are Marines down there!” the pirate captain snarled, yanking a pirate away from the firing console, and prepping it himself. “Anything less than a direct hit from a beam won’t do much. And we need as much power for the shields as possible; especially if they have a heavy with them! Sensors, find them already ! Before they blow us out of the sky!”
“R-right! One sec…” The pirate frantically bent over his console, as the gunboat swerved and took another light hit.
Back on the ground, Sergeant McKain was studying the gunboat.
Their other Windstrike, I see… he thought, aiming and firing again, exby bullet hitting and weakening the gunboat’s shields slightly.
In some ways that was good; in others, bad. The Windstrike had heavy shielding, but its weapons weren’t too powerful and its armor wasn’t impressive. If they could break through the shield…
On the other hand, the Windstrike was hard to hit; due to its high speed and ability to perform unnervingly tight turns.
The platoon sergeant quickly calculated the situation: Shield, heavy, armor, light, two beam cannons, two missile launchers. Three battlesuits, six wegs and three exby rifles…
The odds weren’t terrible, but then again, neither were they good.
“People, move !” he said sharply, and spun and ran toward the left. The two other Marines immediately followed.
In the Windstrike, the gunboat’s sensors finally picked them up.
“Got ‘em-!”
“And stay on them!” Bloody Jack ordered bad-temperedly. He was not happy about the situation. He was only supposed to be hunting guerrillas , not Marines .
Scanning the sensor results, he snarled, “So, this is a light scouting group? I suppose the Marines have nothing better to do than escort every single guerrilla around?!”
“I- I guess the satellite must’ve missed most of ‘em.”
“No duh ,” growled the pirate captain, firing a missile. Cursing when it missed, he tried another missile, along with several
Mentally snickering, Bloody Jack shut the com channel, and headed out of his room, heading to the governor mansion’s garage to get a ride to the air-field.
***
“Sarge! They detected us!”
“I see ‘em!” McKain responded, his battlesuit detecting the approach of a gunboat. “Team, move it! They probably don’t have a hard lock; so let’s keep ‘em from getting one!”
Immediately, the guerrilla team began sprinting, the three Marines keeping an eye both on them and the approaching gunboat.
“We’re not gonna make it…”
“Shut up!” McKain snapped over the Marine com channel. “Stay focused, and keep moving!” That wasn’t to say he disagreed though. Although the gunboat was only beginning to run a search pattern, it obviously had too good of an idea of their location to miss them.
The platoon sergeant estimated they had maybe a minute before they were discovered.
“Lex, Holer, get ready. We’ll hold the gunboat off until the guerrillas can get out of range.”
“Yes, sarge,” the two said in unison, falling back to join him, as the sergeant called out over to the guerrillas team leader.
“Captain Hillman, take you team straight, then turn left when you hear the shooting start. Zig-zag for a while, then try to head back to base. We’ll hold the gunboat off, but we don’t have any heavy weaponry, so…”
“Right,” the captain gasped out, breath coming out hard as he ran. The guerrilla team continued on, while the Marines turned and readied their weapons.
The sergeant waited, until the gunboat began swinging towards the guerrilla team, then snapped out over the Marine channel, “Now!”
Immediately, the Marines opened fire.
The first warning the gunboat had of their presence, was the impacts on its shields.
“Evade!” Bloody Jack snapped. “Then launch missiles! Fire beams only when the targets are detected!”
“What-”
“Those are Marines down there!” the pirate captain snarled, yanking a pirate away from the firing console, and prepping it himself. “Anything less than a direct hit from a beam won’t do much. And we need as much power for the shields as possible; especially if they have a heavy with them! Sensors, find them already ! Before they blow us out of the sky!”
“R-right! One sec…” The pirate frantically bent over his console, as the gunboat swerved and took another light hit.
Back on the ground, Sergeant McKain was studying the gunboat.
Their other Windstrike, I see… he thought, aiming and firing again, exby bullet hitting and weakening the gunboat’s shields slightly.
In some ways that was good; in others, bad. The Windstrike had heavy shielding, but its weapons weren’t too powerful and its armor wasn’t impressive. If they could break through the shield…
On the other hand, the Windstrike was hard to hit; due to its high speed and ability to perform unnervingly tight turns.
The platoon sergeant quickly calculated the situation: Shield, heavy, armor, light, two beam cannons, two missile launchers. Three battlesuits, six wegs and three exby rifles…
The odds weren’t terrible, but then again, neither were they good.
“People, move !” he said sharply, and spun and ran toward the left. The two other Marines immediately followed.
In the Windstrike, the gunboat’s sensors finally picked them up.
“Got ‘em-!”
“And stay on them!” Bloody Jack ordered bad-temperedly. He was not happy about the situation. He was only supposed to be hunting guerrillas , not Marines .
Scanning the sensor results, he snarled, “So, this is a light scouting group? I suppose the Marines have nothing better to do than escort every single guerrilla around?!”
“I- I guess the satellite must’ve missed most of ‘em.”
“No duh ,” growled the pirate captain, firing a missile. Cursing when it missed, he tried another missile, along with several
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