Starship Troopers: Havoc of Z-75

[RebelJap8O8]

Sergeant Derek Baxter
Emplacement Specialist
Z-75 - Inside base
"Jokes"

Derek narrowed his eyes at the tiny woman. Keeping his eyes narrowed, and making his teeth bucked out in front making the age old Asian look. "Ho. Yes...because asian woman rike the tiny penis vely vely much. Maybe if they glew a rittle bit tarrer, they would not be mistaken for cock sucking tools 24/7." He responded, increasing the volume on his voice so that he could hear her from where she was now at on one his towers.

The Sergeant half wanted to scream: "Tower four! Enemy on your six!" And watch the Tower gun, flip around, throw the tiny asian woman off, only to go back to its "duties" after the false alarm.

 

[Ravvyn]

Name: Kerrigan 'Stitch' Syphers
Specialty: Field Medic
Postion: Inside MI 28's base

His come on was as unattractive as his bandaging job, her answer came in the harsh ripping of his bandages off. She then carefully inspected the wound, it thankfully wasn't deep but he had run a high risk of infection if she didn't sterilize it soon.

"Where's your infirmary. I need to see what supplies you have, mine are running low." She patched up his bandage for the time being but she couldn't leave him for too long.

"As for the problem below the waist, I recommend Dr. Hand unless you want to take the girl with a big gun up on her offer." She grabbed hold of his wrist putting it in his view before releasing it.

 

[RebelJap8O8]

Sergeant Derek Baxter
Emplacement Specialist
Z-75 - Inside base
"Fine fine...no sex.."

Derek winced at her harsh rip of his bandages, before giving her a sheepish grin and chuckle. When his wrist was released he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb towards a set of buildings on the other side of the compound. "Infirmary's over there, but Dr. Hand hasn't been in since 2 years and counting." He started walking in that direction, obviously showing the new Medic where they kept all their medical supplies. "And you'll get to me last. I'm the least of your worries." He nodded off to the side.

Where Derek had nodded to, a squad of MI Troopers were cleaning their weapons. They looked ragged, worn, and tired. When told to do something they did so slowly and almost lazily, though it looked as if he were trying their best to do it.

One of them had them had a Warrior Bug's claw in her leg, the others were also visibly wounded and untreated.

 

[Ravvyn]

Name: Kerrigan 'Stitch' Syphers
Specialty: Field Medic
Postion: Infirmary


She followed him to the infirmary which was not all she'd hoped for but there were enough supplies to make due. As he played at puffing up his chest in the way all men did she took note of the troops around her. Placing numbers on them mentally for who she would be treating in which order.

"I didn't realize you were a doctor. Tell you what I decide who I treat first and you can deal with it." Maybe she was being a bit harsh but she was still kicking herself over the two soldiers she failed to protect and it was coming out on others.

"You're a sergeant, all I see here are privates. I don't fix your wound and you can die of infection or possibly bleeding. They need you out there so sit on this table shut up and you'll be out of here in three minutes." Stitch pulled out her kit and grabbed a bottle of disinfectant. Waiting for him to sit up on the table. Privates could wait, if they were so bad off that they needed to be looked after immediately that meant they wouldn't be going back out to guard the perimeter anytime soon anyway so she had to make sure those who could fight were ready to go.

 

[RebelJap8O8]

Sergeant Derek Baxter
Emplacement Specialist
Z-75 - Inside base
"No"

He stayed standing, re-crossing his arms over his chest and giving the new Medic a stare of command. "Yeah, I'm a Sergeant. But what's one gun to 20? You fix, them first. End of story." It wasn't a show of machoism. More like one of leadership. In a position like that, there were always leaders amongst a group of Recruits. It's how Squad Leaders were picked in Boot Camp. To get leaders like that, they'd have to survive. And who took care of that?

Sergeant Baxter turned and walked out of the infirmary. And before Stitch could go after him there was a sudden blockage in the door as the NCO whistled loudly to his troopers to get their wounds looked at.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Daniel Regenram

Name: Daniel "Thunder" Regenram
Speciality: Heavy Machinegunner
Position: Z-75 - Inside MI 28's base

He inspected the radio and sighed, it was useless now, they had a working radio, but no way to get the signal out. Maybe there was something like that around here on base. That would mean another trek back to the dropship, some more bugs and then return to base to see if they can't get their radio working.

"Damit,"

He climbed the tower indicated to join Turaan on the platform, checking the weapons he picked the gatling gun, it ate ammunition faster than a ravenous bug, but it dealt enough damage to make a plasma bug worry. It was the slight movement that caught his eye and he saw warrior bugs swarming through one of the gorges leading to the base.

"Bugs! We have incoming..."

A plasma bolt flew past him and he looked on as two Scorpion bugs came lumbering towards the base,

"Oh we are so fucked."

Cocking the gun he waited for the bugs to come withing closer range.

 

[Varshanka]

Name: Rachael "Ghost" Agymen
Specialty: Long Range – Sniper (Barrett M82A)
Position: Mobile Infantry - Orbital Drop Shock Trooper

Sliding down the loose rocks, Rachael leisurely strolled across the open region, ignoring the bugs, and the moronic Mobile Infantry personall from the base.

As she walked she observed the layout, selecting her new location before she even taken six steps. Once inside she’d think about food, latrine, and a shower. Maybe.

But for now she crossed the threshhold and climbed the internal ladder to the roof. Pulling her pistol she ejected the clip and replaced it with armour rounds. A double tap dropped one scorpian as the defensive systems ripped through the other.

 

[Varshanka]

double posted for some reason

 

[LordLuck]

Name: Roderigo "Bowling Ball" Delmonte
Speciality: Prototype Weapon Speciallist - Hazardous Environment Deployment
Position: Z-75 - MI-28 base.

"Oh, great. That's just what we needed..."

Roderigo had stood quiet since the squad had entered the base. Sarge Baxter's wounds were looking quite grievous, but it wasn't his problem.

He runned towards the infirmary doorstep.

"Any of you maggots that has a gun and can wield it, come 'ere! We have company!"

He bellowed, the plasma gun heating up. Shit, it would still take some time before he could burn away some bugs.

"Regenram! Keep yourself alive and cover our asses down here!"

 

[DeathsKnight]

Daniel Regenram

Name: Daniel "Thunder" Regenram
Speciality: Heavy Machinegunner
Position: Z-75 - Inside MI 28's base

"Working on that sir!"

He pulled the trigger and the barrel started to rotate, seconds later 6 600 20mm rounds per minute, at 3,450 feet per second flew out of the the rotating barrels. Spent cartridges rained down on the platform and Daniel laughed as limbs and blood went flying,

"And forth from heaven came a great fire as sent by YHWH Himself! And it was called Puff the magic Dragon!"

He continued laughing as more guns joined in, the bugs dieing in great numbers as the automatic fire chewed them to bits,

"Tank bugs and Scorpions inbound!"

He thought that the heaped up bodies of warrior bugs would make a nice barricade, then he noticed that a tanker bug was moving towards their position, getting with in range of it's fiery attack, he swiveled the gun, focusing on the tanker's legs.

"Banzai motherfucker BANZAI!"

The rounds chewed through the tankers legs, making it unstable and it crashed to the ground, a flame spout from it's mouth slamming into the wall. Daniel focused his fire on that mouth, wanting to destroy it, but also noticed that bugs was moving in on their position, he noticed that the pedal the sergeant had spoken of was connected to the gatling gun as well, he stepped on it and the gun swiveled to engage the approaching warrior bugs. Daniel grabbed his machine gun and as the tanker lifted it's head to attack again, Daniel opened fire, sending general death dealers into the tanker's head.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Tali 'Talon' Turaan
Speciality: Specialist. Intelligence/diversion/demolition

Position: Rip some bugs to shreds

Tali concentrated fire on the scorpions that were approaching. One was already still, the armor piercing rounds making short work. She loved when people used the correct ammunition, it made the day so much easier. Instead of trying to fire the rest of your standard ammunition, and running out, then dying. Spinning the turret around, she lay down covering fire at the front gate. Waiting whilst it was closed up and barricaded. Once that was done, she focused on the next most dangerous target. Thunder seemed to be trying to take down a tanker close to breaching the wall, and from the damage done, it wouldn't take long. Unfortunately the acid that was oozing from it's mouth was running towards one of the support posts for the base wall.

Cursing, she couldn't do anything about that.

Suddenly, something big popped into her peripheral vision. A flyer. Turning around fast, she opened fire. Following it before managing to give it enough lead to take off it's wings. It fell fast after that, and hit the tower, halfway down. Crushing part of the ladder. The force rocked them back and forth slightly, but as another target identified itself she couldn't wait.

Raising the turret again, sweat already poured down her face. This one was sluggish as hell, and it took her strength just to follow the fast flying creatures. One wind folded, and she cheered. Only to have another flyer swoop in from another angle and make a beeline straight for her.

"GOD DAMN YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!" she screamed, holding the trigger in just long enough to send it's guts flying all over her. Ducking down before impact just in time to miss the sharp legs that wanted to rip her apart. It hit the shield in front of her, and kicked around. Taking her pistol, she fired five rounds into it's brain, covering herself in it's blood. Spitting some of it out, she felt alive, and disgusting. It tasted like shit.

Checking her gun, the impact had jammed it. Looking around, she could already see the problem. So much of the bug had entered the gun system it had jammed the feed port open. "Fuck."

There were flyers all over the place, and they seemed to have a particular interest in the towers or anyone up on the walls. Kicking herself, she removed her sword and climbed up over the shield, before hacking the bug into enough pieces to clear the feed port. Legs, wings, abdomen and entrails started to fall to the ground as she kicked, pried and forced the crap off the gun.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Daniel Regenram

Name: Daniel "Thunder" Regenram
Speciality: Heavy Machinegunner
Position: Z-75 - Inside MI 28's base

The rounds finally punched through the armor on the Tanker's mouth and split it's head open, finally taking notice of the flyers he lifted his gun and started firing on one that seemed to be heading straight towards Turaan. Moving towards the tower, he fired, killing two more flyers, he noticed her slicing away parts of bug, that had impaled itself on the gun. Grabbing hold he helped her by pulling parts from the gun, freeing up more of the gun, then he hefted his gun fired on some new flyers.

"Godamit, I thought this was a farming planet not a bloody bug colony,"

More flyers crashed to the ground and he pushed the pedal on the gatling gun, swinging it to gain on the flyers and opened fire, ripping them apart in the air, when they seem less in amount, he swiveled the gun back to the bugs on the ground and they quickly fell to the gun's awesome rate of fire.

"Sir, we need backup, we can't hold out much longer!"

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Tali 'Talon' Turaan
Speciality: Specialist. Intelligence/diversion/demolition

Position: Rip some bugs to shreds

Kicking the last of the bug off the turret, she looked up just in time to see what the shadow that loomed over her belonged to. Without much room to spare she dove off the shield onto the metal platform, crying out as she landed. A large gash seemed to have appeared on her right shoulder blade, and she punched the ground in anger. That flyer was dead...so fucking dead.

With cringing movements she stood back up, before dragging the gun up to paste the sky with bullets. Enough to rip the last flying creature out of the sky.

It seemed to stop them from coming for a little while, and as the warmth slowly seeped down her back she felt rather uncomfortable. But ignored it. It was much better than getting a warrior leg shoved right through you.

"So, still think this base is worth dying for?" Her question was directed at Thunder, who was busy beside her bug killing. He would have made a good exterminator back on Earth. That was why this base was worth dying for...to keep these stinking creatures off her precious home world.

Turning her turret onto the warrior swarm down on the ground, she kicked the peddle so it automatically fired on them. Sweeping through the crowd, one after the other.

 

[LordLuck]

Name: Roderigo "Bowling Ball" Delmonte
Speciality: Prototype Weapon Speciallist - Hazardous Environment Deployment
Position: Z-75 - MI-28 base.

"I'm well aware!", Roderigo bellowed back at the turret-manners. He had to admit that Regenram was clever, and a good aim enough to bring down a tanker, while the corporal's own prototype was taking precious seconds into bulding up potency.

Ah, yes! Loaded at last!!

"Time to bring you HELL, Bastards!"

Pulling from his cover, the plasmagun humming at his arms, Delmonte took aim. Of course, taking aim wasn't as important with this weapon as it usually was with most of the others, but it never hurt to be sure.

He pulled the trigger once. A small bolid of plasma-recucted material was spilled forth, like a green-coloured, shimmering water-filled ballon. It ate right through the first bug's jaw, and kept going on, taking the legs out of a coulpe more before sinking into the earth.

"Hell Yeah!"

"We should find defensable shelter!"

 

[DeathsKnight]

Daniel Regenram

Name: Daniel "Thunder" Regenram
Speciality: Heavy Machinegunner
Position: Z-75 - Inside MI 28's base

"Killing bugs and keeping Earth's hopes alive? Hell yes it's worth dieing for!"

He sprayed more death towards the seemingly unending wave of bugs and when the plasma bolt shot from the strange gun the Corporal was carrying, he drily remarked to Turaan,

"He can be glad that didn't come out of his ass, or he would be full of lead right now."

He looked about, defensible was kind of hard, it would be hell to defend this base on the inside once they created an opening. Warrens, Tankers, Flyers, Scorpions...Did a brain bug somehow decide to make this it's homeworld?

"Did anybody notice any chariot bugs? If there is we are deep shit!"

 

[RebelJap8O8]

Sergeant Derek Baxter
Emplacement Specialist
Z-75 - Inside base
"Turret specialist specializes in Turrets"

Sergeant Baxter didn't join in on the fight immediately. No...instead he went to do the next thing on his list of "Things to do..." Ignoring the bare, uncovered chest wound he sprinted into the Armory. Grabbing the giant barrel-like magazines for the Turrets he started to drag them out into the open, four by four. When they were all out in the open he went to each magazine and primed something within before attaching a few to the sides of the towers. From there, they quickly moved up the rails, and stopped just under the Turret itself.

At that moment, the Turret Regengram was manning, clicked empty. But instead of dropping the magazines, like it usually did, it automatically rotated towards the densest part of the Warrior Bugs, tilted up, and fired both Canisters.
The Canisters sailed through the air like mortars, and crushed a bug or two when they landed. A second or so later, they exploded, taking out a lot more bugs.
Then, it righted itself, and the two new Barrel-magazines clicked into place. The bolt pulling back and loading itself, ready to go for its user.

But that wasn't the last thing on his list of things to do. The last thing was to survive the fight and the only way to do that was to wipe out all the bugs, and since they didn't have enough ammunition for such a feat AND no Aerial support...
Sergeant Baxter ran back into the armory and came back out with a Nuke and a launcher....just one.
He fiddled with the Nuke until the activated bomb seemed to turn off but left half its lights on. Loading it up he pounded up the ramp to the wall and aimed towards the side of a mountain where it looked to be where the Bugs were coming from. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" He screamed, then lowered the launching tube looking to his right. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Then to his left. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" The launcher came back up to his shoulder and launched the Nuke.

The warhead flew true, but bounced off the mountain when it hit.
A dud?
It bounced high, then dropped into the middle of hundreds of Warrior bugs. When it hit the floor a second time, it went off.
The seemingly perfect shot, exploded with such force that the surrounding mountains started to come down on the other areas of the valley, effectively crushing whatever bugs were in the rocks' way. The crumbling of mountains created a sort of dam between the Reinforcing Bugs to the ones right at their door step making it easier for the defenders to mow down whatever was left for a quick and decisive victory.

 

[Varshanka]

Name: Rachael "Ghost" Agymen
Specialty: Long Range – Sniper (Barrett M82A)
Position: Mobile Infantry - Orbital Drop Shock Trooper

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" Looking over the edge of the bunker, Ghost watched as the rocket fired. Snarling to herself, she grabbed the hatch to the roof as she climbed down. Sealing the hatch she dropped and rolled, ducking around a corner into another room, putting another wall between her and hell.

Hopefully he glassed every one of the cock sucking bastards. If not, hopefully they had more ammo.

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Tali 'Talon' Turaan
Speciality: Specialist. Intelligence/diversion/demolition

Position: Rip some bugs to shreds


As the nukes busted through the bodies of the remaining onslaught of bugs, there were only the twenty or thirty that had been storming the base walls to deal with. The wall of rock helping to take out the ones beyond the nukes blast range. Gripping the tower as the blast of air rushed past them, Tali found herself turned on at the firepower displayed. Now that was her sort of party.

Using the last of the ammunition on sweeping the crowd of bugs, she pushed herself back off the tower and skid all the way down the outside of the ladder before landing firmly on the ground. Unslinging her rifle, she joined a few men on the outer wall. Helping to 'put down' any bugs still squirming by that stage.

"Looks like we have turned the tide, unless they find another ass-warren to crawl out of."

With a grin, she felt like getting some footage of the guts and gore and death that surrounded them. The guys back home would like to see this shit.

"Fuck, is it chow time yet?" she called out, listening to her stomach loudly grumble at its emptiness.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Daniel Regenram

Name: Daniel "Thunder" Regenram
Speciality: Heavy Machinegunner
Position: Z-75 - Inside MI 28's base

His question went unnoticed, but then again, the show was spectacular as a blast killed off and blocked up the direct approach to the base. It was rather exciting and he grinned. Now it was time to get patched up and get more ammo. He left the turrent on auto and climbed down the tower.

"Nice shooting Sarge, that was something special,"

he noticed some of the troopers heading for the infirmary and thought that Stitch would have her hands full, well hopefully saving a few troopers would get her mind off the two guys she had lost. That was quite a shame to be honest, but this war have been filled with things like that. Heaving a sigh he headed for the armory, hearing Turaan calling out to ask if it was chow time and realizing that it's been some time since they did have a proper meal.

"Got to agree with her, I'm famished as well."

He ducked into the armory and started looking for ammunition for his hungry gun.

 

[RebelJap8O8]

Sergeant Derek Baxter
Emplacement Specialist
Z-75 - Inside base
"Food? What is this...food?"

Sergeant Baxter tossed the empty tube over the side, and watched it bounce around before he sat down on the platform all lined up with the perimeter wall. He swung his legs idly up until someone asked for food. Then another. Then another.
He glanced at everyone and sighed somewhat heavily. Swinging himself off the edge and onto the floor, he grimaced and stumbled to his knees.
Having forgotten about the chest wound he coughed out blood, and stood on all fours for a little bit before pushing himself to his feet, his face visibly flushed, as he slowly walked towards the group of MI Troopers and through them towards the Mess Hall. "We've got food, but I'm not sure you'll like it." He said as he retrieved a Stimpak from one of his many pockets. Injecting himself with the pain killer, make him look better and stand taller, and he started to rewrap his wound with bandages refusing help from anyone who offered.

When they entered the Mess Hall, it was clean like any other Mess Hall would be. But the only difference was the large pile of empty bug carapaces in the corner of the room. Empty as in, clean. Cleaned out. Scraped clean, some even showing signs of being cracked open.

Derek Baxter stopped when he was deep enough to make room for the newcomers. He looked out at the empty tables and the pile of Bug parts/Bugs in the corner before turning around to look at his "guests". "When we first got here it was just patrols, drills, and down time. No bug contact, no signs of any Bugs at all. After a while, the Athena-class Transport that brought us here was called back for resupply. They left us here with enough food to last...god knows how long." He paused and looked down with a little sigh. "Our Captain, got lazy. Dropped his guard. We had feasts every night, and our patrols started to lessen with each passing day. Then one day we got hit. The biggest Bug wave you've ever seen." The Sergeant stopped again, not to let it sink in, but to reminisce. "We lost a lot of good men and women that day. Including the Captain, most of the Lieutenants, and almost all the Sergeants. A lot of them panicked, never expected it. Half of our casualties were cut down almost immediately because their weapons were on the floor or elsewhere. Funny thing though, the attack was only Warriors and Fliers. The Tankers, Scorps, and all that other shit showed up afterwards." His arms crossed over his chest as if the wound didn't exist. "And because of all those feasts and shit our food dwindled down to nothing by the third or fourth wave. Ended up having to start eating the Bugs."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Daniel Regenram

Name: Daniel "Thunder" Regenram
Speciality: Heavy Machinegunner
Position: Z-75 - Inside MI 28's base

"Well that is one way not to waste what you kill,"

he of course didn't care what he ate as long as it was nutritional,

"But I think it's best that we get back to eating normal rations, from the look of the bugs' insides ration packs are tastier. I think there should be left in our dropship."

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Tali 'Talon' Turaan
Speciality: Specialist. Intelligence/diversion/demolition

Position: Foood...


Following the Sergeant into the Mess Hall, Tali smelt the problem before she found a clear line of view. But rotting flesh did that, no matter what species. Eating bugs, most would toss their lunch at the idea, but her stomach simply growled louder. And then it started to hurt...like it was telling her to eat now or it would start eating itself. Stupid stomach.

"What about if we cook it...have a snack...um, then get to the drop ship?" she grinned, the sound of the stomach easily loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

Her family had fed her raw fish, raw meat and many odd creatures the western families would have avoided if possible. Sea cucumbers, sea weed, caterpillars and cockroaches...with the right spices they were quiet delectable.

"Otherwise I'll just shut up and do whatever you tell me too...you know."

 

[RebelJap8O8]

Sergeant Derek Baxter
Emplacement Specialist
Z-75 - Inside Base, Mess Hall
"Hmmm...something we've been eating for a few months,
or MI Rations that taste like shit on the 60th year you've been eating them."

Derek Baxter looked down at the Asian.
For once his gaze didn't hold any sort of interest at all, only that of a concerned leader.
And just a little bit of intrigue.
"Fine...I'll serve you some of yesterday's leftovers. I ate some of the weird shit you Chinks cook up back on Earth, so I'll leave it as the raw Warriors taste like a mix of crab and pasted fish eggs. Boiled in its shell, it comes out like lobster. Grilled...it doesn't come out too well grilled." He walked past the Asian to a large chest, like one that would be filled with toys and entertainment, but when he opened it up the compressed chilled air instantly made the entire room feel like a freezer. Inside, he pulled out a silver platter with plastic over it. Removing the plastic he showed them the contents of what looked to be chunks of crab meat and a lime-green sauce. Then he warmed it up for her using the heating unit.
It took about a minute before he offered the plate, and a utensil to the Specialist. "Taste it. Rate it. Then pass it on. If you can all swallow it down I recommend not going back to the dropship. No need to waste more lives just for food."

 

[DormantEvil]

Name: Tali 'Talon' Turaan
Speciality: Specialist. Intelligence/diversion/demolition

Position: Foood...


Taking the plate, Tali sat down on the edge of one of the tables. Poking the meat it did have a crab like consistency. Using her fingers, she pried some of the meat from its shell and popped it into her mouth. Not smelling it if she could help it. Chewing, she thought about it for a while. Before swallowing. Her face screwing up a little as if it was really bitter.

"For left overs, which I never trust anyway...its actually pretty good. If you avoid the slime that is. Needs some spice though."

Picking up another bit, she passed the plate on. Ripping little shreds of meat off the chunk and eating it slowly. Boiled worked. But this would go well with a garlic butter sauce.

Maybe she could start up her own chain of Fast Food restaurants back home, serving Bug to everyone. They were plentiful enough for it.

After her stomach settled, she hefted her rifle back onto her shoulder before heading out the door into the sunlight. Now with her blood lust and hunger quenched, she needed to restock on ammunition. And pee.

 

[RebelJap8O8]

Sergeant Derek Baxter
Emplacement Specialist
Z-75 - Inside Base, Mess Hall
"Lulz."

The NCO watched the Asian take the first bite, then take some more as if she liked it. When it was passed along a simple and single thought came to mind.
The expression came with it. His eyes popped wide open in realization, and his cheeks sucked in, lips puckered up as if he were trying to imitate a fish.
A hand went to the back of his neck and he rubbed it gingerly as he gave them all a simple grin.
"I almost forgot!" Another chill to the room, and work of the heat unit later, the Sergeant set down a bowl of melted garlic-butter next to the platter of heated Warrior Bug meat. "This makes it go down a lot easier. Makes it taste better too."