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POV Son Of Korhal
I had barely survived the damned warp jump disaster. One of the ship's internal pipes went straight through me because I wasn't wearing my CMC armor at the time. Luckily, the Theta response medics managed to close the wound and save my organs.
Not a single day of rest. Just putting out fires, helping weld parts of the ship, and moving debris from other ships to seal breaches and damage. We were in the middle of that when we were told we would carry out an incursion on the planet below us. It would happen in minutes.
The commander of the Royal Guard marines ordered us to prepare for ground combat. We had to be ready. Many of us Sons of Korhal gathered in the armories, started distributing ammo, looking for shredder and flash grenades, and refilling our doses of combat drugs.
While we geared up, Mason spoke over the comms.
"All right, lads. We have confirmation from our ghosts. The target is low priority, so switch your rifles to single shot. You should pierce them with no trouble. And save your ammo. There will be no resupply until further notice, so make every needle you load into your rifle count," the commander said.
"The ghosts already took care of killing all their communications officers and sabotaging the rest. You will find isolated groups with no real ability to resist," he continued while I reloaded my rifle and checked everything was set.
"As far as we know, they're terran and speak another language. We're trying to build an auto translator, but for now you are ordered to shoot to kill anyone who is armed," he finished.
Soon after, we boarded the medevac. Twelve Sons of Korhal and the pilot in command.
As the ship lifted off, the medevac's computer projected information about our objective. Some kind of medieval style fortification with a hangar we had to secure as fast as possible. They had combat walkers stored there. We didn't know their capabilities and only had Aegis Guard destruct grenades as heavy weapons.
"So, what firing mode were we supposed to use again?" one of my squadmates asked while checking his rifle like it was the first time he had seen it today.
"Targets with minimal armor. The C 14 punches through them without effort. Single shot and turn off automatic. We don't have the ammo to spray thirty needles per second," I told him while closing the visor, lowering the armored glass plate, and bracing myself mentally.
The ship accelerated toward the combat point.
"Activate boot magnets," the pilot said.
We obeyed. The afterburners roared and the medevac reached maximum speed. Everything was silent. We just waited for the order.
A few minutes passed, then it came.
We all stood up, formed ranks, and the rear hatch opened. We jumped when we lined up with one of the intermediate floors of the fortress.
"Move, move," I said while securing one of the corridors.
"Contact," I heard over the squad's comm, and when I turned right I saw one of ours already firing.
"Multiple targets taking positions in the hallway," another shouted as he ran toward one of the pillars and opened fire.
I looked at one of my teammates and signaled him to advance through the side corridors.
Our steps echoed under the weight of the armor. As we advanced, a group of soldiers took defensive positions and started shooting at us with laser weapons. We took cover behind the pillars and near a branching corridor.
"Is it just me or do those lasers do nothing?" I said while peeking for a second. Several shots had scorched the paint on my armor, but nothing else.
"It's the anti radiation coating. Don't get cocky. If the temperature exceeds what it can handle, the lasers will cut straight through you," the sergeant said over comms.
I didn't wait. I leaned out with my rifle and started firing calmly, steady shot after steady shot.
The Gauss rifle's kick shook my armor. The hostiles fell one after another when the needles punched through their hearts or heads and tore them apart with the force of the impact.
"Clear," I shouted when the eight hostiles were down on the floor.
"We're still fighting here. There are many. See if you can flank," I heard over comms.
I ran down the corridor. At the next split I saw, to the right, almost thirty hostiles and a pile of bodies scattered around. All of them were firing blindly down the hallway with their lasers.
I stopped the two behind me and pulled out a flash grenade.
"Hope you have a nice day," I said as I threw it. The grenade bounced, spun between them, and they all stared at it like idiots.
Then it went off in a brutal flash. Screams filled the hallway. Some covered their eyes, others stumbled around in a daze, tripping over each other.
They became easy targets for us and for the ones firing from the other corridor. Their resistance collapsed in seconds.
Without wasting time, we pushed forward toward our main objective. We had to secure the hangar where they kept the combat walkers. If even one activated, the whole operation would fall apart.
Through bodies and wreckage we reached an area filled with shouting, gunfire, and a chorus of lasers exploding all at once.
When we entered, we saw hundreds of defenders trying to force our stealth operatives out of elevated positions. It was clear our ghosts had cut through them. There were more dead than alive.
The hangar was one level below, but we could see it from where we were. We had the high ground. With so many enemies grouped together, I wasn't about to waste the chance. I switched my rifle to automatic.
I braced the barrel against a metal bar for support and opened fire. Thirty needles per second. A perfect stream as I swept the area slowly.
Dozens fell with huge holes in their backs and chests. Others turned to fire at us, but dropped before they could aim.
One of ours jumped the railing and dropped to the lower level, firing almost point blank at the defenders, who even cornered kept fighting like lunatics.
More and more Sons of Korhal were entering the hangar through the side corridors. The numbers finally started to turn in our favor. Several marines dropped to the sublevel and the fight got strange.
The defenders began charging at us with bayonets, straight on.
The last group kept fighting but ended up rushing together in a frenzy, stabbing with bayonets and swinging blunt weapons like they had all lost their minds.
The marines below switched to automatic and swept down everyone who threw themselves at them without stopping for a second.
"What the hell is wrong with these guys?" I said over comms.
"No idea. Just shoot. They won't stop coming at us. Careful, that one has an explosive," someone warned.
A second later, an explosion shook the inner tunnels of the hangar.
The fights went on. Every unit reported the same thing. They were dying before surrendering. No sense of self preservation at all. Admirable in a way, but it made everything harder.
I heard a noise to my right. One of the hostiles was dragging himself without a leg, leaving a massive trail of blood. He was doing something with his hand. I aimed at him. When he turned, I saw a circular object between his fingers and eyes full of hate.
A single shot ended it. His body exploded a second later.
"The area is secure," the commander said over the comm. "Return to the transports and get ready for more combat. We're set here. We will leave a garrison, but battles are still ongoing at the other two bases."
The commander cut the channel.
We went back to the rally point and prepared for the next fight against these crazed suicidals.
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