Post by Jason McKnight on Apr 10, 2009 12:03:32 GMT -5
"ETA two minutes. Looks like you guys are in for a hell of a time." the Pilot came over the loud speaker, referring to the medium-sized Outcast settlement up ahead. It was easy to see in the daylight. The mission was planned for this time of day to eliminate any threat from the infected, and to allow for all their resources to be concentrated on the main objective.
Jason remained silent as he watched the Chinook flying in formation next to their Osprey. For the mission, the Chinook had been dubbed The Cattlecar...a name very suited to its purpose. The mission was a questionable one...they were sent to this outpost to gather up groups of outcasts that may be immune to the virus. Jason was given no more information than that, only that he needed to gather up a diverse group, ranging in age, gender and race.
As they neared the outpost, the Wraiths locked and loaded their weapons, securing their full-face helmets, the eye lenses glowing a faint blue. He looked back to the rest of the squad, who gave him the thumbs up. They were ready.
The Osprey and Chinook landed just inside the walls of the outpost, kicking up all kinds of dust and loose debris. The flimsy tin roof blew off of a nearby shanty, colliding with the outside wall. Once they were down, Jason stepped out first, the rest of the Wraiths following suit. Two Marines stepped out of the back of the Chinook and waited for their cargo. Jason didn't waste any time, walking towards the center of town. Younger Marines were stationed all over the place, gathering the townsfolk in the center of town. There were children and women crying here and there, no doubt frightened by the sudden show of force. Marines were emerging from houses and buildings left and right with people, some being dragged by the arm to the center of town. Jason's stomach churned...here was a platoon worth of masked soldiers with those soulless glowing eyes, taking away their very freedoms to exist peacefully.
They approached the town center, which was much more chaotic. Dozens of Marines were circled around a group of people, while another wall of soldiers held back the remaining Outcasts. Rocks and bottles were being thrown everywhere, though they had little effect on the heavily-armored soldiers. Jason noticed a few scattered dead outcasts, laying in pools of blood, sidearms and rifles still gripped in their hands..they died defending their homes. Jason's attention turned to the approaching Marine Captain, who saluted him.
"We ran into some resistance." Though the captain's voice was slightly distorted with the comm piece in the helmet, Jason could still pick up on the wavering in his voice.
"We'll take them from here. Hold the rest of these people back." It was game time...Jason removed any sign of emotion from his voice, waving over his shoulder for the rest of his squad to take control of the smaller group. The other black-suited Wraiths moved in and replaced the desert-camo Marines and began shoving the detainees in the direction of the choppers. The crowd behind them went from a dull roar to all-out chaos, yelling, screaming and crying. The extra Marines moved in to hold them back, becoming much more forceful. Jason could only imagine what these soldiers would turn into. It was one thing to start as a recruit fighting for your lives against the infected, it was another to be gathering people up like a bunch of Nazi S.S. .
"We'll exful now, two gunships are inbound to provide cover for your extraction." He patted the silent Captain on the arm before beginning after his squad, glancing over his shoulder one last time to the angry mob behind him. Shaking his head, he continued down the street and eventually made it to the choppers, where they had just finished loading the prisoners. Two of the Wraiths joined the guards in the Chinook while the others returned to the Osprey. Jason was the last one to step off the LZ before both choppers became airborne. He held onto the support rail as he watched out the open side door at the chaotic crowd below...the mob had begun to force its way further, and he noticed a few flashes of gunfire from the Marines...
It was for humanity's best interest...right?
Jason remained silent as he watched the Chinook flying in formation next to their Osprey. For the mission, the Chinook had been dubbed The Cattlecar...a name very suited to its purpose. The mission was a questionable one...they were sent to this outpost to gather up groups of outcasts that may be immune to the virus. Jason was given no more information than that, only that he needed to gather up a diverse group, ranging in age, gender and race.
As they neared the outpost, the Wraiths locked and loaded their weapons, securing their full-face helmets, the eye lenses glowing a faint blue. He looked back to the rest of the squad, who gave him the thumbs up. They were ready.
The Osprey and Chinook landed just inside the walls of the outpost, kicking up all kinds of dust and loose debris. The flimsy tin roof blew off of a nearby shanty, colliding with the outside wall. Once they were down, Jason stepped out first, the rest of the Wraiths following suit. Two Marines stepped out of the back of the Chinook and waited for their cargo. Jason didn't waste any time, walking towards the center of town. Younger Marines were stationed all over the place, gathering the townsfolk in the center of town. There were children and women crying here and there, no doubt frightened by the sudden show of force. Marines were emerging from houses and buildings left and right with people, some being dragged by the arm to the center of town. Jason's stomach churned...here was a platoon worth of masked soldiers with those soulless glowing eyes, taking away their very freedoms to exist peacefully.
They approached the town center, which was much more chaotic. Dozens of Marines were circled around a group of people, while another wall of soldiers held back the remaining Outcasts. Rocks and bottles were being thrown everywhere, though they had little effect on the heavily-armored soldiers. Jason noticed a few scattered dead outcasts, laying in pools of blood, sidearms and rifles still gripped in their hands..they died defending their homes. Jason's attention turned to the approaching Marine Captain, who saluted him.
"We ran into some resistance." Though the captain's voice was slightly distorted with the comm piece in the helmet, Jason could still pick up on the wavering in his voice.
"We'll take them from here. Hold the rest of these people back." It was game time...Jason removed any sign of emotion from his voice, waving over his shoulder for the rest of his squad to take control of the smaller group. The other black-suited Wraiths moved in and replaced the desert-camo Marines and began shoving the detainees in the direction of the choppers. The crowd behind them went from a dull roar to all-out chaos, yelling, screaming and crying. The extra Marines moved in to hold them back, becoming much more forceful. Jason could only imagine what these soldiers would turn into. It was one thing to start as a recruit fighting for your lives against the infected, it was another to be gathering people up like a bunch of Nazi S.S. .
"We'll exful now, two gunships are inbound to provide cover for your extraction." He patted the silent Captain on the arm before beginning after his squad, glancing over his shoulder one last time to the angry mob behind him. Shaking his head, he continued down the street and eventually made it to the choppers, where they had just finished loading the prisoners. Two of the Wraiths joined the guards in the Chinook while the others returned to the Osprey. Jason was the last one to step off the LZ before both choppers became airborne. He held onto the support rail as he watched out the open side door at the chaotic crowd below...the mob had begun to force its way further, and he noticed a few flashes of gunfire from the Marines...
It was for humanity's best interest...right?