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Postby theprophet123 » Thu Nov 18, 2004 3:04 am

Grashnak dawned his power armor, why The Abyss was getting involved in this he had no idea, but he just obeyed his superiors.He made sure his plasma sword was charged and he had enough clips for his smg.

"Approaching target" the pilot said.

As the gunship streaked in across the ground, the pilots voice echoed "Jump".

Grashnak through himself from the helicopter.Spreading his arms and legs he roared "In formation!". 500 feet from the ground, "Prepare for landing!"

They hit the ground in front of the station, immediatly they're artillerists grenade launcher came up and fired it through the door.A explosion echoed from within, "MOVE OUT!!"
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Postby Dracofrost » Thu Nov 18, 2004 5:47 am

Hemoo didn't even have time to blink before the grenade round splintered a significant hole in the front door of the radio station offices. The door was already hanging slightly open from the earlier break in, so it was slammed back into place as the grenade punched through, landing in the middle of Hemoo's gut.

With a sick splattering, the frag grenade went off inside of his stomach, sending shrapnel flying through him and out of him; severing his him in half so that as he fell he was in two parts connected only by twitching strands of muscle tissue. His guts and blood painted the walls and his comrades, two of which took shrapnel, one through the skull and the other through the knee as the rest dived for cover behind the overturned desks and behind sheetrock walls.

A wirey man by the name of Yaron dived through a doorway and landed beside the slumped form of his burly halfdemon friend, Grugnor. Grug, as the boys like to call him, had fallen asleep after getting his fill of human flesh from the former owner of the radio station. He started awake, sitting up and grabbing his shotgun, nearly pumping a shell in Yaron before he recognized.

"Oh, it you. Why you make noise?" Grug asked, lowering his gun.

"Shit man, I didn't bargain for this! Hemoo got splatted, and whoever we pissed off's got damn big guns! YAHHH!"

"Big guns? ME WANT BIG GUN! RAAGHH!"

Grugnor stood and walked into the open doorway, heavy booted feet crunching on chunks of sheet rock knocked from the wall as he raised his shotgun to his shoulder. He grinned, the bronze tusks of his capped lower canines glimmering dully in the flickering flourescent lighting as he sighted through the hole in the door. Martik, who screamed as he lay on the floor and exposed, was trying to hold his lower leg to the rest of him where it had been severed by the shrapnel. Grugnor ignored Martik's whining and blasted 10 gauge buckshot through the door, while Nimot raised his hand from behind the cover of a desk, firing his Mac 10 through the windows at the shiny metal men in the street.
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Postby theprophet123 » Thu Nov 18, 2004 6:05 am

"Take cover men!" Grashnak shouted above the den of the shotgun and mac 10. His men were disiplined enough to do so, Grashnak on the other hand aimed his smg at the man with the pistol and fired."Dammit" He cursed as one of his squadmates brains got splatterred all over the ground.
He checked to see who it was, just his luck, the grenadier was now lying with a gaping hole through his head. One of his squadmates though rolled a smoke grenade in to the room. Waiting for the smoke to create a blanket Grashnak gave the order to charge. Plasma sword's in one hand, pistols and smg's in the other they charged the gang members.
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Warning: Explicit descriptions of violence.

Postby Dracofrost » Sat Nov 20, 2004 12:45 pm

Nimot took the spray of submachine gun rounds in the face, somehow managing to let out a hoarse scream as grey matter and eye juices leaked from his now opened skull and face. He fell backwards, trigger finger clamped down with a death grip, spraying rounds through the smoke from the floor to the ceiling as he fell backwards, the empetied magazine causing the gun to click, click, click, click.

"ME GOT GUY WITH BIG GUN! YEAH!" Grugnor shouted, hopping on one foot and firing random shells throuh the front door, and just the general front wall.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH-," Martik screamed until a stray bullet from one of the charging soldier's SMG's flew through his neck, piercing through hs throat, muscles, and tendons, the slug lodging in between two vertebra, severing the spinal cord. Martik's lips continued to scream even as lungs, and the rest of his body, died. He screamed silently for a few more seconds, then blinked, and then nothing.

Lektoo grunted as bits of sheet rock fell down from the ceiling panels, splattering and shattering on his thick skull. The short, balded head, and broad framed man crouched low behind the single pressed sheet metal desk, most protected spot in the front room. Cursing, he finally managed to light a match and hold it to the rag hanging from his bottle. Grinning as it lit up nicely, he chucked one of Mr. Molotov's Finest at the front doorway and the choking cloud of smoke. It shattered, splattering flaming gasoline over the interior of the front wall, and across the path the enemy would have to take to enter.

Satisfied, he darted for the hallway, just barely squeezing beside the bulky half demon with the shotgun. One other man darted past as well, and those still living fled towards the back entrance. Except Grugnor, who was just too dumb, or too happy to care. He just stood in the hall doorway and pumped shell after shell of buckshot blindly into the smoke.
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Postby theprophet123 » Sat Nov 20, 2004 7:16 pm

Grashnak saw the Molotov cocktail hit right in frost of one of the demons, it splattered burning gasoline all over his face.The demon, blinded, began firing his smg randomly; Grashnak calmly blew him away.

His lieutenant Erttu was the first to smash through the undersized doorway, he saw the huge half demon, he felt the buskshot blow through his neck, as the world darkened around him he sqeezed off one last burst at Grugnor.

Grashnak watched as his soldiers poured into the room.
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Postby Dracofrost » Mon Nov 22, 2004 12:04 am

"Uh oh..." muttered the half demon, looking around the room that was rapidly filling with armored and sword bearing abyssal soldiers. He pulling the trigger of his oversized trench broom at them, the gun mechanisms clicking in an empty chamber. "That not good..."

Meanwhile, Yaron and Lektoo led the rest of the gang pouring out the back doors. They ran and split up, scattering in the alleys behind the station.

"Why, in my day, we didn't run, we flew," an old man said, his voice strained enough just from breathing. He was sitting in a porch across the street from the station, and had just been silently watching the landing in the street in front of him, and the random destruction. He had sat patiently, not even flinching as stray buckshot had blown chunks from the wooden boards near his feet and beside him.

Leaning back in his old rocker, he pulled the worn and ragged grey cap from his nearly bald head, which was marked only by splotchy freckles and a few wisps of white hair. Scratching a wrinkled and gnarled nailed hand like a claw across his chest, tugging at the fibers of the beer stained wifebeater, turning his neck with a sharp crack. "Oi..." he muttered, and then he whistled through cracked lips and toothless gums at the sight rolling around the corner.

A platoon of the local Kladotch militia, originally called out to handle the matter of the radio station, now reinforced with a mechanized unit for fire support. The 20 men in disuniform mixtures of desert, forest, and urban camo just walked along the street in nearly as many kinds of boots, various automatic weapons hanging from their shoulders or gripped in their hands. In the middle of the cluster of 'em rumbled a modified privately owned bulldozer, with the housing armored in welded and rust coated steel plates scrounged from the local junk yard, machine gun ports poking out of the side, along with the barrels of a pair of imported Browning M2s.

A loudspeaker soldered to the top of the housing crackled with feedback for a moment, and then a Commander Symonz spoke. "Alright yah sonsabitchs, get yer sorry asses outta our damn city, now. Yah heah?"
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Postby theprophet123 » Mon Nov 22, 2004 12:34 am

Grashnak aimed his smg and emptied a clip at the stupid half breed who was just standing there.

Then he heard the loudspeaker blast, he replied "First we make sure the station is clear, then we shall depart the city. Any attack on us will be responded too quickly and mercilessly"

Half of the demons all got into defesive postions in case the militia tried anything stupid, they took careful aim at the bulldoser. The others fanned through the building making sure it was empty.
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Postby Dracofrost » Wed Nov 24, 2004 6:36 am

What had been Grugnor fell over with a sickening thunk and splat, a mass of swiss fleshcheese. He lay there occasionally twitching, steam gently rising from the slick juices seeping out of the many deep holes in and through him.

Whilst the half of the team was getting into position, the platoon of men from the local militia spread out, taking positions themselves, and the bulldozer/tank rolled forward, massive diesal engine roaring and spitting thick black smoke out of the overhead exhaust pipe. The massive hydraulic arms lifted, the the front part a heavy duty steel shield.

"Ah dun think yah heard me son," the voice over the loudspeaker said in a calm and somewhat condescending voice. "I SAID GIT! SHOO," it suddenly yelled, the bulldozer approaching the low brick wall one of the defensive half of the enemy forces was taking cover behind.
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Postby theprophet123 » Wed Nov 24, 2004 7:03 pm

Sharsut gave the order to fire. One of the demons brought up an rpg and fired it right at the canopy of the bulldoser. The other demons opened fire on the militiamen with their assault rifles and smgs.

Grashnak hearing the firing from outside shouted "FUCK!!" and began sprinting outside to see if he could difuse the situation. He got there just as the rpg hit the bulldoser, "Oh shit".

Tharduk, the demon with the rpg smiled truimpahntly as his weapon slammed into the armor front of the bulldoser, calmly he began reloading it. "Finally" he thought "The Abyss is showing that we are not pushovers"
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Postby Dracofrost » Fri Nov 26, 2004 1:28 pm

Lieutenant Symonz, son of Commander Symonz and commanding officer of the platoon that had been initially deployed hit the deck hard. Canteens and ruck sack sagged around him as he lay prone behind a garden wall of one of the local homes, trying to evade the flying bits of shrapnel and bone and vaporizing flesh that flew from the burning cab of the tank-dozer. Cursing, he yanked the radio phone from it's socket in his operator's backpack, dragging him by the cord until he could yell into it.

"This is Lieutenant Symonz of Kladoth Militia! We are under attack by unidentified foreign unit, suspect the Abyss, repeat, suspect the Abyss," he cried, giving the address to any possible reinforcements in the area that might come to their aide.

Meanwhile, Sergeant Varashime crouched, growling and spitting out a wad of snuff as he motioned to his squad. Corporal Griminee half snarled and half grinned, hefting his ancient M1918A2 Browning Automatic Rifle to one of his broad and muscled shoulders. Popping up and popping a bubble of pink gum, he squeezed the trigger, checkering the wall the demons were hiding behind with thirty ought six armor piercing rounds. Chips of stone and ceramic flew as the mostly decorative stone wall was pierced, and hopefully the demons behind it were too.

Simultaneously, but uncoordinated, fire team two of the same squad popped up, AK-47's, AK-74's, and MP5's firing full auto at the suspected location of the RPG fire.
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Postby theprophet123 » Sat Nov 27, 2004 5:05 am

Grashnak felt an ap round go right through his leg, managing to duck behind cover he radioed the gunships, "Need air support, I repeat we need air support. "Grimacing as his suit bound his wound tightly, he pulled out his pistol and began firing at the militia.

"Dammit" said Tharduk hearing the bullets smash and crumble the pile of rubble he was behind. One of his squadmates popped up to return fire and he was stiched with bullets, his armor falling apart as he got shot. Just as his mate popped up he immediatly fired his rpg at the area where most of the fire was originating from, feeling a few bullets strike his armor he ducked back down safely.

Sharsut watched as one of his soldiers popped up and got riddled with bullets, Sharsut then saw the rpg strike the second fire squad of the militia, "Keep up the good work boys" he shouted gleefully.

One of the 2 females in the unit, Thamsia was also a heavy weapons expert, spotting the human with the browning she returned fire with her M60, though hers wasnt quite as old plus it was updated with new technology, laser sights, expanded clips and the like. She smiled as the area was torn apart in her ap rounds.
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Postby Dracofrost » Sat Nov 27, 2004 6:12 am

Mona pulled up the shoulder strap of his red sequinned dress, biting a thin lip with demon fangs, watching the firefight through the window. Carefully 'she' adjusted the straps of her spiked stiletto heels, and then stepped out onto the street in a break during the firefight, when both sides seemed to be either under cover or reloading.

Winking toward the Abyssal men in uniform, 'she' spoke "My what big guns you have, boys. You sure you don't have better uses to put them too?"

OOC: I'm sorry about the transvestite hooker. Yes, I have been watching too much Law & Order.
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Postby theprophet123 » Sat Nov 27, 2004 6:58 am

All the males in the unit looked quite uncomfortable, one even began staring. Thamsia on the other hand was not male carefully she trained the laser pointer at Mona, then she gently squeezed the trigger. The M60's ap rounds tore towards the hooker.
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Postby Dracofrost » Sat Nov 27, 2004 8:54 am

And as the bullets tore towards Mona, they they tore 'her' up, splattering blood across the way as she fell to the rough dirt road. She lay there twitch for a while, and the remaining firing squad used the opprotunity of this distraction for Corporal Oogi to load up his 60 mm recoilless rifle, popping up and lobbing a round meant to be anti tank into the rubble wall.

Meanwhile, a few hundred yards away, Sergeant Moynz rolled out of his bunk, staggering over to his front window in boxers and tshirt, scratching at his balls and pulling on a cap. Looking out, he sees smoke rising from the flaming wreckage of the bulldozer, and hears a call for help crackling through the static of his radio set laying on the bedside table.

Scrambling, he rushes to the trunk, tearing it open and pulling out a rusty exteriored tube. Popping out a stand, he sets it up by the window, pointing upwards at an angle, towards the fighting. Licking his lips, he holds up the round and drops it into his mortar, only realizing then that he had neglected to open the window. Thankfully, the shell had not armed by the time it hit the glass, and just shattered it. Unfortunately, this threw the round off, and it come whistling down on what was left of the first squad of the Kladoth militia, which had already been reduced by one firing team...
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Postby theprophet123 » Sun Nov 28, 2004 3:50 am

Grashnak saw the explosion go off in the middle of the enemy unit. Puzzled he asked Sharsut through the radio "I thought our grenadier was dead..." Then he felt a 60 mm bullet fly through his lung. The bullet ripped a hole the size of a football in him, blood and the remains of a lung splattering the wall in front of him.

Sharsut heard the radio from Grashnak, looked over at him then his stomache exploded outwards. "Fall back men, I repeat fall back. The captain is down, Captain Grashnak is down" He opened fire on the militia to cover the retreating demons.

Thamsia was also behind the wall with Grashnak though she was crouched and her gun was set up as if in an emplacement. She began spraying the whole area with fire attempting to open a path for the demons.

Lieutenant Raska, the team's sniper saw the shot that blew apart Grashnak, quickly taking aim at the man with the recoilless rifle he fired one shot, drew his pistol and began retreating with the rest of the demons.

Tharduk also watched in mounting satisfaction, the mortar round go off inside the enemy fire team. Realizing that that fire team was out of the fight, he fired his last rocket at the other group of militia, dropped his rpg, pulled out his pistol, and began a fighting retreat.
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