Showing posts with label FM Mag. Show all posts
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Friday, September 7, 2012

UNSCDF Chapter 26- Hunting the Hunter



Fort Collins, Colorado, USA
UNSC Relief Center
March 25, 2001
1515 Local Time

            Zyrok opened the garage door and walked inside. In the middle of the garage was a troop transport Warthog. Taylor jumped into the driver’s seat and smiled. Zyrok hopped into the passenger’s seat and placed his M16 beside him.
            “I guess we’re at the back.” Casey sighed.
            “Come on Casey, don’t be like that. We’ll switch later.” Taylor winked.
            Nevarez climbed to the back seats and sat next to Casey. Casey looked at the ammo box on the FM Mag and began to count the rounds left.
            “Let’s roll and find the other Titan.” Zyrok pointed at the gates.
           Taylor turned the Warthog on and drove out the garage. A zombie walked out in front of them and Taylor ran it over.
            “Nice!” Nevarez shouted excitedly.
            Taylor continued down the road and exited the Relief Center. He turned left at an intersection and continued to drive down the road until they saw a horde of zombies walking in front of them.
            “Splatter them.” Casey suggested.
            “Don’t. I have a feeling that every time we encounter a horde, the Titan is nearby.” Zyrok studied as the horde moved past them without noticing them on the stationary Warthog.
            “Alright, let’s go around the horde and see if the Titan is nearby.” Casey looked at the vacant streets.
            “You heard him.” Zyrok looked at Taylor.
            Taylor nodded and stepped on the gas pedal gently and slowly moved forward keeping his eyes open for nearby zombies. Zyrok turned his head to face Casey.
            “After this is done, we need to write a report about the new zombies we saw.” Zyrok said to Casey and Nevarez.
            “You mean that two-headed screamer?” Casey laughed.
            “Yeah, that one and another one with tentacles that Taylor and I saw back at the center.” Zyrok nodded.
            “Tentacles? Sounds more like aliens.” Nevarez joked.
            “It must be the mutation. The radiation has really changed the normal zombies. I wonder what else we’ll encounter along the way.” Zyrok wondered.
            “Contact.” Taylor called out and stopped the Warthog.
            Zyrok turned his head to see the Titan in the center of a horde and walking down into an alleyway.
            “We don’t have enough firepower.” Zyrok looked at this M16 and then looked at the horde.
            “Don’t forget, we still have a round for the HK69.” Taylor pulled out the grenade launcher from his backpack.
            “I have an idea.” Casey pitched in.
            “Do tell Casey.” Zyrok looked at the Titan.
            “I remembered that we took out a Titan with a Warthog and grenades back at Fort Calhoun.” Casey smiled.
            “How exactly did you do it?” Zyrok was amused.
           “Well, we had a belt of grenades stuck on the Titan and then rammed the Warthog and blew it up.” Taylor explained.
            “We got the Warthog, but only one grenade left.” Zyrok watched as the horde disappear from their view.
            “We’ll have to improvise with what we have.” Casey patted his FM Mag.
            “We need to flush out the Titan and lure it away from the horde so that we can take it out with ease.” Zyrok began to draft a plan.
            Zyrok looked around at the buildings nearby and looked at the weapons they had available. He took out his datapad and wrote some ideas down.    
            “Alright. Height is our advantage.” Zyrok pointed at an office building down the streets.
            “I understand. We learned that from killing that previous Titan.” Nevarez nodded.
            “We’ll have two men stationed on the high grounds. The other two will drive to lure the Titan to the building. We’ll engage when the Titan approaches the building to divert its attention so that it will attack a stationary target.” Zyrok drew some sketches on his datapad.
            “And where does the killing part come in?” Nevarez spoke with excitement.
            “Calm down, I’m getting there. Once the Titan is baited to attack the building, we’ll drive the Warthog back and ram it. Then we blow it up with the launcher.” Zyrok smiled at his plan.
            “Assuming nothing screws up halfway.” Taylor joked.
            “Pretty much. It’s all about timing and precision. The grenade must not miss its target.” Zyrok spoke seriously.
            “We’ll need someone with good aim.” Casey spoke and eyed Taylor.
            “Looks like Taylor. He’s a rifleman.” Nevarez laughed.
            “I have good aim, but I’m no explosives expert.” Taylor laughed nervously.
            “We don’t have a choice. You are our best shot.” Zyrok spoke and handed Taylor the HK69.
            “So we need a good driver now…” Nevarez looked at the steering wheel.
            “Either Nevarez or I can do it.” Casey offered.
            “Casey drive and Nevarez shoots with the FM Mag.” Zyrok directed.
            “Very well. Same teams, boss?” Casey offered.
            “Yeah, 1-2 for Taylor and I. 2-2 for you.” Zyrok looked at Casey and Nevarez.
            “Sounds like a plan.” Nevarez clapped his hands together.
            “Casey, drive us to that building over there for us to set up.” Zyrok commanded as Taylor exited the driver’s seat and swapped places with Casey.
            “On it sir.” Casey saluted and turned the Warthog around.
            Casey drove down the street and stopped at the tall building. Zyrok and Taylor got off and went inside the building while Casey and Nevarez drove off to hunt for the Titan.
            “Let’s go to the fifth floor.” Zyrok suggested.
            “Alright. Let’s go.” Taylor opened the doors to the stairwell for Zyrok.
            Zyrok and Taylor ran up the stairs and exited the stairwell. Zyrok saw two zombies walking in front of the windows and shoved them straight into the windows. The windows shattered and the zombies fell to their deaths. Taylor looked down to see the zombies splattered on the asphalt.
            “Echo 2-3, this is 1-2. We’re in position.” Zyrok spoke on the RaidCall and looked at the sky.
            “Echo 1-2, we read you. Commencing our run, over.” Casey replied back.
            “Copy 2-2, good luck. See you in a bit, 1-2 out.” Zyrok ended the communication.
            “This is going to be intense.” Taylor held on to the HK69 firmly.
            “It will be. Lock and load.” Zyrok spoke as he heard machine gun fire echoing the streets.        
            “I’m ready.” Taylor took a deep breath.
            Zyrok and Taylor stood next to the window and waited for quite some time. Zyrok began to become impatient as he heard the machine gun fire slowly die down.
            “Echo 2-2, what’s your status over?” Zyrok spoke on the RaidCall.
            “Sir, we’re running out of ammo. The Titan managed to hit the Warthog, but we’re fine. It’s coming, get ready 1-2.” Casey replied in distress.
            “Copy, we’re ready.” Zyrok assured.
            Zyrok looked at Taylor and nodded. Taylor looked out the window and saw the Warthog speeding towards them. Taylor took out his M21 and began to snipe at the Titan behind the Warthog. Zyrok aimed at the Titan and sprayed a light cover. The Warthog passed the building and quickly turned around the corner. The Titan paused for a moment to locate the Warthog, but couldn’t see it. It turned to face its new threat, Zyrok and Taylor.
            “Brace yourselves!” Zyrok crouched as the Titan smashed the wall of the building.
            Taylor fell to the ground as the windows beside him shattered to pieces from the vibration. Taylor grabbed his HK69 and looked outside.
            “Casey, get the Warthog ready to ram.” Taylor spoke on the RaidCall.
            “Solid copy, we’re on our way.” Casey replied.
            Casey and Nevarez watched as the Titan smashed the building violently and then accelerated the Warthog towards the Titan. Nevarez jumped out of his seat followed by Casey as the Warthog crashed into the Titan’s leg.
            “Now!” Zyrok shouted as the Titan wobbled.
            Taylor aimed the HK69 and fired.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

UNSCDF Chapter 21- Lurking Shadows


Fort Collins, Colorado, USA
UNSC Relief Center
March 25, 2001
1030 Local Time

            “We’re here.” Zyrok stood at the destroyed entrance to the UNSC Relief Center.
            Just a few days ago, the center was lively and packed with soldiers and civilians. Now, it looked like any other part of its neighboring communities which were in ruins and destruction. The ground was now scattered with bullet shells and dead corpses.
            “Would you look at that!” Casey pointed at a big hole in the central building.
            “That was from the two Titans.” Zyrok recalled.
            “We should go find some weapons and transportation.” Nevarez suggested.
            “Alright, listen up folks. Casey and Nevarez will be call sign 2-2 and go look for the armory. Taylor and I will be 1-2 and go find some transport.” Zyrok delegated the tasks.
            “Copy that sir.” Nevarez nodded.
            “Look sharp and watch your six. There is still one more Titan we know out there.”  Zyrok looked at the central building.
            “Will do boss.” Casey acknowledged.
            “Let’s move people.” Zyrok pushed on his men as they started to walk towards the central building.
            “Good luck.” Casey replied and hurried off with Nevarez to a small ruined building at the corner of the West wall.
            Zyrok and Taylor dashed across the open fields to head towards the side entrance of the central building. They noticed a few zombies roaming around, but were quick enough to avoid detection. Zyrok opened the door slowly and peeked inside. The corridor was dark as night and the sunlight from the outside only lit up the first three meters.
            “We’ll need to find the directory to know where we can find the vehicles instead of running around the whole center to look for the garage.” Zyrok told Taylor his plan.
            “It’ll be a quick in, quick out then?” Taylor turned on his flashlight and pulled out his Lock 17.
            “Yeah. We have no idea how many hostiles may be inside.” Zyrok took out his flashlight and pointed into the corridor.
            Taylor took point and slowly walked forward as Zyrok followed closely behind, Zyrok turned around and watched the back for a quick second and noticed a figure ran past the entrance and disappear into the darkness.
            “Crap!” Zyrok pointed his gun while aiming his flashlight.
            “What?” Taylor turned his head and whispered.
            “Something just ran behind us.” Zyrok whispered back.
            “Let’s pick up our pace and find that directory and get the hell out of here.” Taylor walked forward scanning the nearby rooms.
            “Agreed.” Zyrok picked up his pace.
            “This place is giving me the creeps.” Taylor wiped his visor with his shirt sleeve.
            “Me too.” Zyrok gulped as he heard wet footsteps in the background.
            Taylor entered an office and quickly scanned the room.
            “Clear.” Taylor called out quietly.
            Zyrok entered the room and walked to a desk. He flipped through the drawers to look for a directory book, but he didn’t find a thing.
            “Next office, let’s go.” Zyrok directed.
            Taylor peeked his head out the doorway and saw a zombie with tentacles charge at him. Taylor fired his Lock 17 to cover as he quickly closed the door.
            “We won’t be exiting that way anymore.” Taylor took a deep breath.
            “What did you see?” Zyrok looked as the door shook as the zombie pounded on it.
            “I’ve never seen it before. It’s not the Bone or the burnt one. This one had tentacles.” Taylor pointed at the door.
            “We better hurry. I don’t think the door is going to last.” Zyrok watched as the door frame began to crack.
            “I see a side door.” Taylor pointed at a closed door at the back wall.
            “Let’s go. We don’t have a choice.” Zyrok waved.
            Zyrok opened the door and saw a hallway leading towards the stairwell.
            “Up or down?” Zyrok asked as he approached the stairs.
            “My gut says up.” Taylor replied.
            “Let’s head up then.” Zyrok looked up and panned his flashlight.
            “Let’s check one more up. I don’t think we’ll need to go that up.” Taylor climbed the steps.
            Zyrok opened the second door and waved at Taylor to scout as he guarded the stairwell. Taylor gave a thumbs up and Zyrok ran up beside him. Zyrok opened the nearest door and went inside.
            “Same plan. You guard entrance while I search for the directory.” Zyrok flipped over a table and sifted threw the drawers.
            Zyrok flipped over a pile of documents, family photos, pencils, and then saw a mini notebook. He flipped it open and saw the directory. He smiled at it and put it into his pocket.
            “Got it. Let’s get out of here.” Zyrok approached Taylor as he readied himself.
            “Go!” Taylor ran down a hallway and knocked over a zombie blocking his way.
            Zyrok jumped over the knocked zombie and ran past Taylor as he headed to another stairwell. Zyrok pushed the door open and saw a two-headed zombie staring at him.
            “Oh shit.” Zyrok smacked the zombie down the stairs, but was too late as the zombie screamed an ear-splitting scream.
            “Run!” Taylor shouted as he saw a swarm of zombies burst out different rooms.


Fort Collins, Colorado, USA
UNSC Relief Center
March 25, 2001
1205 Local Time

            Casey swiped his badge on the access panel and the doors slid open. Nevarez walked in and saw empty magazines litter the ground. Casey kicked the ground in frustration.
            “It’s been all looted.” Nevarez spoke with disappointment.
            “Let’s head to the back shelves and see if we can find other weapons.” Casey pointed at a gun rack cabinet that was partially open.
            Casey swung the door open and saw a fully loaded FM Mag lying in the bottom shelf.
            “That’s what I’m talking about.” Casey grinned and picked up the machine gun.
            “I’ll go take a look around and see if I can find an equivalent.” Nevarez walked off to the other racks.
            After twenty minutes of searching, the pair had found two M16s, one Lock 17, and one FM Mag. The pair decided to take a quick snack break when a loud scream erupted from the central building.
            “Not good.” Casey stood up and put his water bottle into his backpack.
            “Let’s hurry and give them a hand.” Nevarez picked up the looted weapons.
            “Better hope that a Titan don’t show up.” Casey began to jog towards the central building.
            “Yeah.” Nevarez nodded in agreement as he followed Casey.
            Casey looked as a swarm of zombies poured out of the front doors chasing Zyrok and Taylor.
            “Cover fire.” Casey shouted as he deployed the FM Mag.
            Nevarez crouched to the ground and placed a light cover as Zyrok and Taylor ran behind them. Casey fired the FM Mag into the swarm as Zyrok and Taylor picked up the looted weapons and started firing. In a minute or so, the swarm was exterminated and corpses scattered the battlefields.
            “Thanks for the assist.” Zyrok took a deep breath and relaxed.
            “Not at all.” Casey smiled.
            “Let’s get transport.” Zyrok took out the directory book and looked at it.
            “That way.” Zyrok pointed at a building beside a destroyed wall.