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UHC HQ
London, United Kindom.
May 14, 20 years post-invasion. 12:00
London, United Kindom.
May 14, 20 years post-invasion. 12:00
The desk of General Juing Park was cluttered. Reports and maps, coffee mugs and memoribilia from his home was strewn about the heavy oak. He was fifty years of age, but looked like he was 40. But he felt like he was a hundred. He furrowed his brow as he stared at some drone footage. A man they fought dead, seen with a armed guard. A traitor to the human race. A Scion. He scowled and had the urge to shred the picture when a knock interrupted him. He looked up to see a tall, black woman. Her shoulder pin show the Nambian flag. The General smiled at her.
"You wanted to see me general?" There was a tentive edge to her voice. She could clearly tell he was in a foul mood.
"Isn't the 44th currently stationed near southern Pensylvania?" The general dragged up a map of the US on his screen. It showed the progress the were making. A sobering triumph, they had taken back so much. And yet, they had failed to save three billion people.
"Yes. Commondant was just given the task to secure the area along the 112th and the local Psy Op contigency. Part of the East Coast retaking. New Jersey was a mess. The 44th took some heavy losses." She tilted her head slightly.
"Well. Have Commandant take a group north west. Dead Acres. We got a Scion problem."
"Yes Sir."
"Also, tell Commandant to capture alive if possible. And bring in Psy Op on this. to. IF my hunch is correct, a bigger squad will have him turn tail and run the second he sees them."
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Dead Acres
Pensylvania, USA.
17:00
Pensylvania, USA.
17:00
The rumbling of the engine made the hull of the "Centipede rumble. The troop transport was sectioned into two compartments, but could be easily merged with several similair "wagons" to make a terrain travelling train of sorts. Right now however, its payload was the people and ammunition of the 44th Mechanical Infantry. The led lamps shone brightly inside, two big screens detailed the current oxygen levels, outside temprature and even seizmic activity, Incase of Gigant activity. Standing by the side hatch was grim looking lady. Her right eye covered by a optic prostethic that looked alot like that of a eyepatch. She was known as Commondant. One of the surviving veterans from the Battle of Sofia 15 years ago. One hell of soldier who now found herself in charge of "Operation Clean Kill"s first phase.
"Alright, Listen up people. We are 10 minutes away from deployment point. Our squads have been tasked with securing the northern entrance to the Dead Acres cemetary. During the Invasion, Dead Acres was converted a resistance drop point but from what we hear, This location has seen alot of scion activity as of late. Our targets are most likely led by former US marine Sergant Mike Rosnick. He went Awol 4 years ago, after leading his squad into a ambush near the Los Angeles hotzone. Top brass were unsure of the nature of the attack untill recently, but can now confirm this slimey son of a bitch works for the enemy. This means the enemy have an idea of how we operate. Sergant Rosnick have been seen along other survivors, apperently using the dissident factions amongs stranded survivors to convert them to his cause. He also seem to have several trained operatives on his side, and they have been seizing old pre invasion armor. This includes old Abraham tanks." She grinned. "This is why of course, we brought the Carrion Queen and a Hades with us. You see any of the traitors new armored force, paint it with a laser and get our Hades to blast them sky high."
Her voice carried over the rumble of the engine and the sound of twelve heavy wheels crushing the terrain under it.
"Recon, take point." The Commandant was soon passed by Blues and Bones, their weapons up and as they covered a angle each.
The screens switched suddenly to monitoring everyone inside as their gear all carried small built in sensors for vitals. The "5 Minutes to deployment." began blinking. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife.
"Allright boys and girls. Eyes on the prize. Dead Acres is a graveyard. Lets make it a Scion burial ground aswell"
There was a screeching noise and the drivers voice could be heard over the intercom. "Arriving to destination, Commandant. Deploying recon drones to scan the immediate area. Opening side hatches now. Good hunting." There was clicking noise as the locking mechanism disengaged and the side door lay down as ramp.
"Move out." Commandant jumped out as soon as it opened and surveyed her immediate surroundings. Dead Acres wasn't a large town but it had still been razed the ground. Everything was grey with ash, black with charcoal and rubble littered everything. The church that had been a place of refuge for early resistance fighter was still standing, even if the side chapel was but a crater. It was the height of the Summer but the island climate tempered it somewhat at this time of the day.
"Weapons hot. Look alive. I want a Lockdown in that tower Asap. Glitter, You take Bones, Doc and Omicron and prepare to move when Carrion Queen does. The enemy is bunkered down in town, she'll work as your bunker buster." She hit her communicator, briefing the three mechs.
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"Carrion Queen. We'll use your bulk to pave the way. Lefty i'll need you by the South-Western entrence. Limbo, make sure you are primed. We likely gonna have to blast whatever fortification they have made further in town. There was a buzzing noise as she brought up a what appeared to be a bendable screen. It lit up with a crude map of the place.
"This is what our Recon Drones could map before something shortened them out. The Town is rubble and ruins, perfect for ambushes. There is a single tank aimed down the main road. That one will be your first target Limbo. Once that round fires, the heat will come. We have to be situated by then. These people aren't as outfitted or trained as us, but we do not know their numbers and we do know they are blood crazy. Do not underestimate them. Armand, Cobra. You are with me. We will scout and disable the out the gun emplacements. Reaver, Big A, Blues. Be ready for my signal. You will move with Lefty as cover on the second entrance.When we blow the guns, we'll need you to link up with us three."
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