HELL ON EARTH, Demon hunter RP.

[Grimmend]

Daniel tore out of the hangar, like a bat out of hell (Well, into hell would be more accurate in this case) on course for the refinery.

"This is your driver, Dan 'The Reaper' Gram, making sure you get to where you need, by whatever means neccesary.  I'm sure most everyone here's been briefed on most everyone else, but I believe we should have some formal introductions on the way to the site.  In case you weren't listening a moment ago, I'm Daniel Gram, and I'll be your infiltration specialist for the group, as well as your chauffeur."

 

[Eino]

Karl didn't really want to be first one to introduce himself, but it was neccesary for those incapable of any kind of logic sense. Who might think he's just a man with a odd red cross on his chest.
The rumbling and the motion of the vehicle made it near impossible to hear one another, so he shouted with all his might so everyone could hear him. Trying to keep it short as possible.

-Karl Feldtmann! AKA: Stitch! Your medic!

He knocked on his chest where the red cross is situated.

-Just shout when you're injured and i'll get to you exceptionally fast.

He then knocked on his legs which made an oddly enough loud metallic click sound as he knocked on it.

 

[Amman d Stazia]

"and if he's busy sewing up somebody else, ask me!  Call me Coke!"  Bundie yelled over the noise of the motors, the face-shield of her helmet pushed up to expose her face.  Sure, she had warned them not to use a chopper, but this was a different kind of transport, and it might work for them....

"And yes, I am carrying a chainsaw."  She grinned as she tapped the distinctively shaped bundle at her feet.  Well experienced in uncomfortable helicopters, she had unslung her kitbag before getting in, and the long strap was now looped around her wrist.

 

[Incaa]

Cross listened as the squad began to acquaint themselves with eachother, the commander rose from her seat and headed toward the back of the transport. Wind whipped at her head and neck, she quickly donned her helmet to quell the razor tide of red hair flicking her face.

"A chainsaw?" laughed Cross as she handed Bundie a communicator, her voice now coming through the squad's mic system.

 

[Stark88]

The big man sat cramped at the rear of the transport, closest to the exit. He cradled the machine gun in his arms, holding it like a mother protecting her baby. He turned his head, his blond mohawk wavering as the wind whipped through the transport vehicle. Raising an eyebrow at Bundie and her chainsword he couldn't help but echo their commanding officer in laughing.

"I approve of your choice! "

He reached behind him, clutching at the long steel shaft magnetised to the side of his suits power pack. He tugged it from the back of him and brought it round to clang down onto the decking of the transport bed. The axe was three feet long, steel shafted with a carbon bonded head, strong enough to cut through all manner of things.

"This is mine, never runs out of fuel. "

 

[Amman d Stazia]

Bundie flexed her jaw to get the comm. earpiece sitting more comfortably.
"Yep, a chainsaw.  Where we're going, there's going to be all sorts of crap lying around - beams, plasterboard, refo concrete, jammed doors....  All sorts.  That's a GP chain, titanium blades, it'll go through anything in time, but I've got diamond blade chains in my bag.  Cut through granite like your axe goes through cheese, big fella.  It's a the most useful piece of **** ever if you have to clear a path on the ground."

Between the gold lining in her suit, the diamonds on the chains, and  few other little goodies in her kitbag, Bundie was carrying about 2 million Swiss Francs worth of equipment.  Every so often she thought about the fact that she carried ten years salary with her...

She laughed.  "None of you light-fingered ****s need think about 'borrowing' a chain though.  You can't onsell those diamonds anywhere - they are artificial, and the molecular structure is embedded with the company logo every five nanometres.  Try and sell it, and you'll find yourself doing big time, long time, hard time.  No good time."

The last quip was a favourite play on words at PACRim.  The company president was an ancient, wizened Burmese, and was known for handing out employee rewards with the phrase 'you work long time, hard time.  Now you to have good time, big time!'.

 

[Grimmend]

Dan let out a good long laugh.

"Aaah... I gotta say, I'm real glad you guys have a sense of humor, and minimal pole-up-the-ass.  As for the sticky fingers, with the contract work I had before this gig, I'm set for life, emphasis on the life part."  He half turned around to Bundie, with a big grin.  "I will try to swipe it when we have time anyway, just to see if I can.  My dossier should have been more than clear about that, just thought I'd give you the heads up."

He then took out his wakizashi and did a little knifeplay with one hand.  "And for the backup weapons, I like how so many of us enjoy getting close and personal with the enemy."

 

[Amman d Stazia]

Bundie nodded, but her smile did not reach her eyes.  The enemy for her had been - for years now - death, ill-luck, and accident.  The idea of people - even animals or unknown 'lifeforms' - as an enemy was awkward.  She loved her job, and her job was saving lives.

She knew, deep down, that sometimes lives had to be protected, in order to be saved.  She had even killed a hijacker once, in a hostage rescue mission off the Horn of Africa.  Still, it was not something she was proud of.

 

[Eino]

Stitch fumbled as he tried to get his comm online, after much struggle he finally got it working. He then turned his attention to the chainsaw which bundie spoke of.

-There are many tactical benefits with having a chainsaw, but just as many disadvantages. Disadvantages being; It's loud, Unweildy, heavy, and it cuts trough the debris slowly.
But In combat it can be extremely useful against fast enemies. Iv'e treated several work related accident because of chainsaw. He stopped as to assure he'd gotten everyones attention. He felt himself getting carried away as he gracefully motioned and made the effects of chainsaws.
-There was this older caucasian who had accidently hit his thighs with a chainsaw. He made a straight line as to show how big it was, one would easily miss it since he made a line with his fingers not bigger then half a pencil.
It may seem like a small cut, but let me tell you. That man had some real bad luck, he'd hit several nerves. And you have all seen a chainsaw right? And looked at everyone.
Well then you know just as well as me that it's chains have teeth like "jaws" on it. Which shreds through meat easily! He slapped his thighs.
It would be different if it were a cutting tool, the chainsaw literally RIPS OUT! He made a aggresive pulling motion starting from his thighs and almost up to his face.
Anything that may be essential and neccesary.
The poor man could walk, but his walking with a constant pain. And he can't feel anything in certain areas of his shin. I told you this, because if we can study these creatures and find out about their nerves and whatever. We could use this tactic to drastically make them immobile, and immobility means easier target.

Stitch looked around the crowd to see if they were as fascinated as he was about this, bearing a stupid grin on his face as he did.

 

[Incaa]

"We'll definitely be testing their anatomy.." Cross replied, now directing her augmented eyes upon the plant below. Her new eye whirred to life as she mentally adjusted the focus "Multiple hostiles at the LZ" she said as she deftly flicked the safety off her weapon "Take us down reaper, stable firing platform.. Blondie you're up" ordered the commander, gesturing at Sven with her mechanical arm.

 

[Amman d Stazia]

Bundie studied the in-cabin video relay to get a look at these hostiles.  It was hard to see any detail - the reception was shocking, with 'snow' constantly cutting the image.

Even then, the size of the creatures was clear, and that they were grotesque mutations of most of the planet's top predators.  Ape-like hulks the size of a small truck, things like 'gators and even one creature that looked like a Great White Shark crossed with a hang-glider.  It was sweeping low over the other creatures in circles.

 

[Stark88]

He split a grin, that transformed his rather placid face into a deaths head. His skin pulled taunt against his bone structure and he looked truly monstrous as stitch told his gruesome story. Sven looked fascinated. Then Commander Cross cut in, giving him the order he'd been waiting for. He threw one hand up, gripped the pole running down the centre of the transport and hauled himself to his feet. With a twist of his wrist he slammed his long axe against the side of his power pack, hearing the magnetic click. He nodded to their commander, the fiery red head Cross. He unclipped his bulky environment helmet from his thigh plate and thumped it down upon his head. The curved mirror plate that covered his face flashed up instantly the moment the seal clicked in place around his neck. A circular cross-hair spiralled across the view screen in movement with his eyes. Distance read outs and a digital clock and compass whirred in left and right corners.

"Yes....Commander. "

He stopped over to the very lip of the landing ramp and his suit locked it'self from the hips down. The juggernaut was going no where. He braced the heavy machine gun against his hip, checking it's ammo feed, seeing the gleam of silver tipped rounds and then smirked, slamming the breach shut. He braced himself and cut a link through to their pilot.

"Reaper!....when you are ready....lower the landing ramp so I can clear the LZ....before touch down!"

He set his huge shoulders and twisted himself left and right on his central suit axis. He relished the opportunity to cause pain.

 

[Grimmend]

Sven was ready to rumble, and Dan was more than happy to obliged his bloodlust for now.  He opened up the entry hatch, and stabalized the transport above the monsters, and was ready to enjoy the show.

"Light 'em up big guy!"

As the onslaught began, some of the flying abomination started for the transport.

 

[Stark88]

When Reapers response rattled through his ear piece he gave a deep, booming, laugh. The sound cut across the squad link like a thrash of thunder. The ramp, punched through by their pilot, ground downwards with a keening scream of metal on metal. Sven cricked his neck, letting the vertebrae pop one by one. He flexed his fingers and held the huge cannon to his hip as the ramp cleared his vision, giving the giant blonde monster a clear view of the winged sharks spreading their glide towards the transport.

" Slutet ... komma."

He whispered to himself as he squeezed the trigger. His suit had acquired the nearest viable target and with a thudding scream his machine gun spat into life, sending stitches of silver death in bursts of twenty rounds into the visible demons. The giant cackled as he fired in controlled bursts, evidently knowing his business.

 

[Incaa]

Cross watched the silver tipped HE rounds tear holes through the flying creatures headed for the craft, she could barely suppress her excitement at the sight of effective fire on the creatures. "Pour it on 'em" she shouted to the large soldier as she raised and began to fire her own weapon.

Her grin broadened behind her helmet with every hit, creatures roared with bestial rage and pain "Take us down Reaper" She ordered and continued to shoot down the monsters.

As the craft approached safe insertion altitude cross ceased her fire and approached Bundie "I'm gonna have to give you a lift" She motioned toward her suit's thrusters in response to the rescue worker's puzzled expression "Too many of them down there so we gotta jump, and unfortunately your legs can't take that kind of impact so I'll carry you down"

Without waiting for a response the commander lifted Bundie around the waist with her augmented arm and turned to her assembled squad "Lets give sumn' to groan about"

Vroooosh

Cross activated her thrusters, quickly clearing the transport's tail before leveling out to cover her squad's insertion.

 

[Amman d Stazia]

Bundie had dropped into situations in many ways - dangling from helicopters, in motorboats, on quad bikes and in 4-wheel-drives, once even via a mini-sub.
This was a first though.

"delivery with cuddles" she grinned into her facemask, then blushed invisibly behind the reflective gold-plated radiation shield.  Her mic. was voice-activated!

"Sorry boss.  Thinking out loud.  Multiple heat signals on your left, rear."  Since Bundie had the radiation-shield down, the infrared HUD had automatically popped up inside her visor and gave her about 300-degree vision.

Cross' iron grip was comfortingly strong, but had locked Bundie's left arm in against the armour-plate of her suit.  With only her right hand free, she wasn't sure she could really achieve much with the unfamiliar, bulky AR88.  She concentrated instead on eyeballing - via the HUD - the target area.

The ruined blocks that housed the three reactor piles blazed white-hot when she turned towards them, and the HUD dropped down through several orders of magnitude before re-setting itself on a 2500 Kelvin scale.  Even then - with everything else cold black on the display - the reactor piles showed as a bright yellow.  Bundie had been in enough fire situations to know that there was no way a human would be alive in those buildings.  Unfortunately they blocked her vision of the other buildings. 

"Hey Angel...  Can you swing round to the left, let's try and get to the shoreline, but steer clear of those rectangular buildings.  The reactor cores are over 2500 degrees hot."

 

[Incaa]

Angel twisted in mid-air and blasted away the monster approaching from her blindside 'Roger' she replied and abruptly changed course for the shoreline as Bundie requested. Swerving and pitching through the hostile skies she increased speed, nothing could catch her now.. Cross was in her element.

The armored bulk of the commander slammed into an enemy, sending the small vicious creature reeling. "All units converge on the shoreline" she ordered into her helmet mic.

 

[Úlfheðinn]

Len hit the ground running, letting the momentum from the low altitude jump propel him forward as he rolled onto his feet. There were too many targets to shoot and at this point the mission came before simple killing; so he sprinted onwards, darting in and out of cover, trying his best to remain unengaged until he could reach the shoreline.

 

[Stark88]

Sven spat silver tipped death in bright tracer lines across the wing cluttered sky. The open ground offered to his view from the rear of the transport filled with new targets, large and small. He flexed his thick armour clad knees and braced himself as he opened up with the machine gun on full auto, clearing a path in front of the commander and the rest of the team, pinning the fiends to the ground to watch them explode in white flame or gurgle to death as they spun out of the air. It took a man who knew what he was doing to fire in such close proximity to his squad mates without strafing them.

He sniffed, let the firing gear whir to a stand still as the beasts veered off momentarily, wearing of the stinging death he was lacing the landing zone with. He took two steps and hauled his bulk off the edge of the extended ramp and fell into gravity as the transport roared over towards the shore line. He could hear the air whistling past him, his visor shook with the descent. He mentally braced himself and prayed to the gods above his suits gyros and shock absorption would save his limbs from being turned to jelly.

He slammed into a concrete walkway edging the shale of the shore. Shards speared through the air as the slabs buckled and exploded outwards. He rose to a stand and stepped out of the foot deep crater, shaking debris from his bulky armour. He worked his hands along his machine gun, wracking a long slider back to expose the internals, he lifted the top plate and disconnected the spent ammo case. He hauled it over one shoulder and then stuck his fingers into the gun to draw out the cracked barrel. He flung that to.

He reached behind him to his large power pack and pulled one of the ammo crates he'd stored there from its magnetic plate. He snapped it into place, fed the first belt into the gun breach and then slid a fresh barrel into the gun itself and clicked it into place. Down came the top guard and his hand primed the weapon. He swung to face the Commander and began to track the approaching creatures with four round bursts to the face.

 

[Draco Wrath]

"Ha!" yelled Preacher into his mic as he blew away a mutant at point blank range. All units converge on the shore-line. came the Commander's orders.

"I love the beach, it feels like home." said Preacher as he made his way quickly to the shore.