HELL ON EARTH, Demon hunter RP.

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After the entry point was clear of most of the monsters, all units regrouped on the shore-line, Reaper landed the transport nearby.

"I love the beach, it feels like home."   Preacher said enroute.

"Yeah...say, what sunscreen's best for this kind of day:  Partly cloudy, small chance of rain...high radiation...so, spf 80?"
 
"Nice work guys."  Bundie registered a number of rapidly fading heat signals: Dying creatures.  In a way, she was glad she couldn't see them any more - they had been pretty ****ing ugly even over the transporter video.

She consulted the radiation threat stats and flicked up the gold visor.  On the gravel slope, ten feet below the floor level of the main complex, they were shielded from most of the radiation. 

"****!"  Bundie looked down the slope to where the ocean had receded about five metres - or maybe the land had lifted.  Some earthquake!

"Okay, here's plan A.  Here on the slope, the radiation is no danger to us - the ground is soaking it up.  Boss, if you can put two guys here to hold our line of retreat, and the rest of us head forward to the ... dead tree there.  Should be about level with the control rooms.  From there, I'll have to go in alone.  None of your guys have got radiation shielding as good as mine.  If the radioactivty up on ground level is okay, I'll call you up to join me.  If not...."

Bundie grimaced as a giant pink bat splattered into the water on their left.

"I hope we've got some indirect-fire options...."
 
Cross quickly lowered her altitude until her heavy boots hit the shoreline, as the alloy hit the earth the commander released Bundie.

"Affirmative, we'll hold our position 'til you give us the go ahead" Cross spoke calmly into her comm as she raised her AR-88 and fired at a charging brute, the silver AP tearing through it's chest and snout with ease, dropping the creature.

"HUNTER units, take up firing positions on along the shoreline" she ordered more loudly and clearly, then again firing upon an advancing enemy.

"Get movin' Bundie" she barked at the PACrim rescue worker over the sound over her gunfire.
 
Bundie wasn't standing still admiring the scenery:  She had opened her kitbag, and loaded the flare pistol with a marker-round.  She dropped 6 rounds into the magazine of the AR-88 grenade launcher: 2 frag., 2 smoke, and 2 chemical.  The chemical rounds had been a trial tool for rescues in heavy-industrial sites: An acidic 'grenade' to neutralise strong alkali contaminants, and an alkali grenade to use on acidic hazards.  Bundie figured any lifeform would be vulnerable to the strong chemicals...

She tucked the flare pistol into her baggy leg pocket, loosened the sling of the AR88 so that it could be aimed easily without unlsinging it, and strapped her kitbag tightly over her shoulders.

She ran along the gravel slope at full speed.  As she ran she gave one last instruction over the mic.
"If I send up the marker round - flouro green - you come and get me with all guns blazing, okay?."

At a flat-out sprint, she quickly reached the dead tree, and turned up the slope.  She closed the faceshield, and turned the gasmask capsule ninety degrees, locking it in place.  She was now breathing filtered air, protecting her throat and lungs from any hazards.  The infrared HUD readjusted itself to show a white-hot glow above the embankment, and the various greens and oranges and blues of earth, plants and stones respectively.  The Handistat beeped warnings at her from her wrist.  Radiation high, temperature high.  She kept going, placing her feet carefully on green patches of bare earth, or maybe it was sand.  Stones could roll, plants could be wet and slippery, or brittle wood.

Her head came up above the 'horizon' of the embankment, and she held the Handistat up to her eyes.  She couldn't see it, she just wanted it to get the readings that her head was exposed to.  After ten seconds, she shook it fiercely to lock the readings, and then knelt down.  Flicking the gold visor up, she was relieved to see that the radiation was not deadly.  The Hunters' armour would give them up to 30 minutes protection from it, so long as they stayed on this side of the buldings.

The temperature was a problem - 320 degrees Kelvin, 50 Centigrade.  Very hot to be running around in armour.  She gave Cross a quick update over the mic. and then sprinted for the buildings.

Something like a purple alligator with ten legs appeared to her left.  She paused, pointed the AR88 and held the trigger down.  18 rounds was enough to shred the beast's face.  She sprinted again.  She could see that the doors were all broken or warped - the entire building was twisted out of shape.

A sexy, latino-featured young man sashayed towards her, purring seductive nonsense.  She took an involuntary step backwards before logic pulled the trigger again.  No human could wander around bare-chested in these conditions and live, let alone samba barefoot across broken glass and rough-edged concrete.

As the first bullet struck the man's thigh, he morphed into a giant, 5 or 6 metres high and grotesquely muscular....
 
'Click, Click'

'Shiiick'

'Click'

Cross loaded a fresh clip into her weapon, the creature's line of assault was beginning to break.. "Keep up the fire!" She ordered into her mic on the squad channel.

Something caught her eye in the distance.. the trees across the field were swaying, a horrible crunching noise followed by a rhythmic thumping emanated from the source. Cross zoomed in with her new eye, adjusting the focus just in time to watch a gigantic monster crash forth out of the pines.

The commander stifled a gasp as she surveyed the creature, it stood at least twelve feet tall with a long matted mane which reached from it's hunched shoulders to the top of it's feline head. Two pairs of sabre teeth jutted from the top of it's jaw, dripping with saliva.

'Roooooaaaaaarrrr!'

The creatures advancing on their squad suddenly turned and fled at the cry of the newcomer, the Hunter squad quickly cut down the fleeing monsters.

"Hunters, form up" Cross ordered, again reloading her weapon "Bundie.. sitrep".
 
Bundie grunted as she released her second frag grenade into the giant's chest.  The first had sent him/it staggering backwards, and she hoped that two would do what a haLF-clip of ammo had failed to do - put him down.

"Sitrep?  Hostiles a plenty, but you can come on up and play, radiation should be okay for max 30mins.  It's hot though, 50 Centigrades."
 
"Oh God, this again?" said Preacher, remembering the episode in the city earlier.

"Hunters, form up."  "Why yes, Comman"dress"." whispered Preacher into his comms, in a sarcastic manner. Crouching every now and then to take a few potshots at the creature, Damian slowly made his way over to Cross.

 
Lumbering forward from his crater he sent bursts of controlled death into the lesser creatures. His heavy machine gun thundering like a storm, like the very voice of Thor. His footsteps were just shy of cracking the concrete beneath him, did his suit weigh so much. He wasn't the man for delicate footing nor stealth.
He swung his gun up and to the right to shear the wing off a flying beast, tracking it as it screamed in a spiral to the sandy beach, then stitched its position for good measure.

He stomped up in front of the commander, blocking out the view of the gargantuan beast heading towards them. He grunted against the inside of his curved face plate, checking all his atmospherics and tactical data. He let the barrel cool for three seconds as he swung his frame towards the beast. He began to walk towards it, bracing his gun against his hip. He planted himself a good ten paces infront of the HUNTER squad and drew a bead on his HUD. The tri dot targeted the things face, giving him a close up of it's immense jaw and he grinned to himself.

Then pulled his trigger.

A lightening bright flash of white tracer fire shuddered out of his gun in a constant stream and into the front of the beast, silver dust erupting and misting the air, craters crumped out of its flesh and the air was rent with the sound of roars and his gun.

But still it came. 
 
"We'll be fine, hold position.. we're coming to you" Cross replied to Bundie over the comm, before switching over to the open channel. "Reaper get Colonel Steel on the horn, tell 'er we need Dreadknight missiles on my target" she ordered, slinging the AR-88 over her armored shoulder.

The rest of the hunters had assembled and the creature drew nearer, bearing it's sabres in a vicious challenge. "Alright lets get underground, Hunters move down the shaft and redevous with the civilian.. go go go!" she shouted, refocusing her augmented eyes upon the creature.

'Link established, Mark Target' her HUD informed her when the orbital dreadknight missile battery finally came online.

"Hunter command. Authorization: Five-Zero-One-Zero.." Cross said clearly aloud, her suit's uplink flashed green to indicate authorization. She looked the creature dead in the eyes as it roared once more "Fire all.." the commander said venomously.
 
"Reaper get Colonel Steel on the horn, tell 'er we need Dreadknight missiles on my target"

"Allright, one missile strike, extra spicy, coming up"  He said, patching into command.

"Colonel Steel, this is Reaper, requesting permission for a Dreadknight hit on our location.  Commander Cross with the coordinates and fire command, over"
...
"Alright lets get underground, Hunters move down the shaft and redevous with the civilian.. go go go!"
...
"Reaper, you are all clear for Dreadknight, just make damn sure you hit them, and not the plant, over"

"All right Cross, Dreadknight coming in hot, just point and kill"  And then Reaper was down the shaft, ready to hear a hellfire come from the surface.
 
"Oh come on!" Said Preacher as he dived into the shaft, dust got all over his visor, he struggled to clean it off in the confined space.
 
Sven snarled into his helmet as the command crackled in his ear to retreat to the civilians position. Not only did that conflict with his nature, he also began to growl in frustration as he turned his considerable bulk towards the shaft. He wasn't built for speed. Firing several last rounds into the creature he lumbered as fast as he could go in his massive suit. The servos whirred with the added strain he was putting on them and he managed to push himself into a jog. He knew how precise the artillery operatives could be and that left a very wide plain of doubt in his mind as to whether he would reach the safety of the tunnel or not before the surface became a tornado of flame.
 
Bundie heard the exchange but didn't bother with the tunnel.  She had emptied her magazines, and dropped the useless rifle to run for the facility door.  The devlish creatures were for a minute distracted by the rest ofthe squad, and none paid her any attention.  At top speed, thanks to her bionic heart and lung set, she was still able to unsling her backpack, take out the chainsaw, and sling it again.

She cannoned into the warped, jammed door, and her shoulder told her that she should have slowed down.  Cursing, she ripped the starter cord and the chainsaw growled happily, as if it knew that it was about to do it's job.  The titanium blades ripped into the plasticated door like the proverbial hot knife through butter.

Bundie had almost finished before her shoulder began throbbing with the weight of the chainsaw exacerbating the thumping impact she had had with the door.

"*****!" she snarled and gritted her teeth for the last cut.  Most of the door fell inwards, and she stepped in after it, locking the chainsaw but leaving the motor running.
She quickly located the green flouro strips of the emergency 'runaway-way' and followed them back to the standard evacuation plan, an A4 alminated sheet tacked to the wall.

A few more seconds, and she was running along the corridor in the direction of the radiation-proof bunker.

She took a left turn and threw herself down a flight of steps - the artillery strike was due right about.....
 
'Whoosh!'
'Crack!'
'Booooom!'
'Whoosh!'
'Crack!'
'Boooom!'

The dreadknight missiles found their mark, bombarding the beast.

'Rooooooaaaar--'
'Booom!'

The final missile impacted with the creatures weakened skull, finally penetrating and thus, decapitating the creature..

"Hunter command, effective fire, Target destroyed" Cross reported, and dived into the shaft after her squad, sparing a moment only to watch the monstrosity slump lifeless to the ground.

It took the commander only a few minutes to find her squad, they stood waiting at the entry point to the complex. "Let's move out, Len you're on point." she ordered, gesturing forward.
 
Bundie fell headlong as the building shook with the concussion, and the stairway seemed to dance crazily underneath her.

Luckily, she only fell half a metre or so to the next break in the steps.

She stayed still for two seconds to be sure that the building had stopped shaking, then stood, and looked at the surroundings:

A plain, empty corridor, with green-hued emergency lighting flickering.  She set off in the direction of the emergency bunker, it was not far now, next left then....

She stood looking at a pile of rubble.  The corridor had been totally collapsed.

"****!"  she approached slowly, and looked carefully at the walls and ceiling.  From about three metres out from the collapse, the ceiling was distorted, and the walls bulged inwards.  The floor had broken into a crazy-paving of broken concrete.  There was no way she was walking in there.  The whole thing seemed ripe for further collapse.

"Abort, abort.  Hunter team stand by to cover my withdrawl!" She tapped her helmet - the microphone hadn't returned the normal hiss-click...

"Hunter team, stand by to cover my withdrawl.  Aborting rescue, aborting."  She was sure the mike was dead.  She backed away from the rubble, and was reassured in her decision by a few small  pieces of ceiling tile breaking free and dropping to the floor.  Any closer, and she would be just another victim.  She turned and strode up the stairs.  Still nothing on the intercom...
 
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It took the commander only a few minutes to find her squad, they stood waiting at the entry point to the complex. "Let's move out, Len you're on point." she ordered, gesturing forward.

"Affirmative." Len answered as he began a careful advance, his semi-automatic rifle aimed forward with an eye staring down the iron sights and his finger rested lightly on the trigger. The passageway was a maze of rubble and debris, the lights flickered briefly and then with a violent shudder of a generator dying they were extinguished. His current eyes, a gift of his current employer permitted him a virtually unobstructed sight in the darkness, not that it was needed, no commando worth his salt required sight to navigate.

"Careful..." Len spoke over the squad communications network, "There is a path onwards, however, the structural integrity of this floor is compromised." Beyond his sight, Len could far too clearly hear the groan of the building as parts slowly collapsed under the added weight of several tons of debris.
Though his pace was slow, Len continued onwards, indicating with his hands or a quick statement over the comms where to step. He attempted to listen for any sounds, hopefully of their new companion, unfortunately, there was far too much distortion and disruptive noise in the dying complex, at best he gauged he would have to come within some 20 meters for any specific sound to be noticeable to a satisfactory degree.

After some time, which based on his own watch and calculations was no more than 5 minutes the squad reached a door marked as an exit leading to some sort of central stairway. Resting one ear lightly against the door and tuning his hearing augmentations, Len paused, listening for any sounds.
"Contact!" He hissed with the sound of heavy footsteps ringing clearly in his ears. Closer, closer, it seemed to him, traveling upwards. Drawing several quick breaths and exhaling, Len began a slow count to 10, on this final number he lurched through the door way, turning his rifle upwards along the stairway and taking aim, it was not as if he would miss, at less than a meter he was more than certain his bullets would find their mark.

With a sudden motion his rifle angled towards the ground and he raised one hand in wave.

"Ah, the good Samaritan..."
 
"****! Point that somewhere else, mate....  Thanks....  My 'com is broken."

Bundie glanced back down the stairs.

"We need to get outta here - the refuge-room is buried, and judging by the movement in the walls and ceiling, the rest of the place ain't far from collapse...
What the hell you all doing in here anyway? Who's outside to cover our withdrawl?"
 
The door was in sight, still with a nice Bundie-sized hole in it, when everything went dark.  Bundie felt excrutiating pain all over.  No, that wasn't quite right - there was no pain in her legs.  No, no pain in her body arms or legs.. just in her head, and even that seemed to be fading, funny she couldn't see anything though, and she didn't have a clue what had happened.

Crushed under hundreds of tons of rubble, even her bionic heart couldn't cope, and stopped beating.

Then her brain stopped working as death shut down the neurons, one by one.
 
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