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Guard had already brought his hunting rifle to bear even as Dash instucted they take cover. He aimed the hunting rifle about seven feet from the dust covered street and laid down a covering arc of fire at around the average mutant's head height.

Afer five shots he moved forward, coming into visual range of his target. As Guard and Jack moved forward they were able to make out a particularly large mutant gripping the unconcious form of Uziel who lay unmoving in the dirt.

Jack ordered the attack and the mutant dropped Uziel willingly, moving forward armed with a Ripper motorised knife-saw. There was a look of battle-madness in it's eyes, it clearly relished the prospect of combat, the joy of conflict.

But so did Guard...

He unloaded another five rounds from the hunting rifle straight into the center-mass of the mutant as it advanced, his foe merely shook off the rifle rounds but already Guard had smoothly released the empty magazine, drawing a fresh one from his pack and slapping it into the rifle before cocking the mechanism.

The mutant centered its attention on Jack, the squad leader, and set about ripping the man to pieces with his saw.

"Crap." muttered guard, aware the Sergeant would now be reduced to dog food under the motorised power of the mutant's ripper.

To his surprise however the Sergeant held up under the attack of the mutant. He was strong and for a short while was able to wrestle with the super-mutant, not allowing the powerful green arms to bring the ripper down upon him.

Guard, along with the others, siezed the chance to attack and he moved forward again, firing as he moved.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

The hunting rifle was a fine weapon and cycled through all ten magazine rounds without jamming in the arid, dust-filled air. The sounds of other small arms fire also filled the air as the rest of the group opened up on the mutant.

As the dust cleared, Guard slapped a third magazine into the rifle, content the mutant would move no more, the combined firepower of their squad bringing it down before it could slay the Sergeant.

The arms of the mutant were divided out amongst the group and the sergeant ordered that thay make for the Brotherhood base-camp. Guard nodded, it would be good to regroup and resupply before taking another trip into the streets of the Hub.
 
So much was clouded by the fog of war, so much uncertainty of the enemies movements. The sandstorm and the rough terrain of the Hub made movement and coordination difficult. It allowed the enemy to move in ways unforeseen and to launch a surprise strike when one was unprepared.

But hesitation was risky, worse than uncertainty. One had to make decisions, even bad decisions. To do otherwise was to be passive and in the passive came death.

The storm should have abated by now. It would soon, but before it did the enemy would strike again. The ground favored the mutants for now. They could hide their numbers and movements more easily in the sandstorm while at the same time be more precise with their knowledge of the BOS movements.

When the storm lifted, his men would be advantaged.

The damage done by the mortars meant there was an organized enemy nearby. While at his front, Max knew he had two squads, both badly mauled. Stretched out, tired, and outnumbered, the squad would be wiped out by an organized force.


He had already sent word to Jack via a runner with orders that Jack was to withdraw through a BOS kill zone, and draw the mutants after him.

Using a fireteam for Talon squad, he moved through the debries and ruins until he was near where Kell had hunkered down with the rest of his men.

They moved quietly had carefully, but even so, Max caught sign of the Mutant bastards moving around and behind and the tension of the trap waiting to be sprung.

"Max here." He called out ahead, before entering the position.

The remains of Kell's force were strung out. A man can only live on adrenaline for so long until he burns out.

"Major."

"Kell. We're pulling you back. You guys are isolated out. You got mutants all around you. We've got a line back about 50 yards. When the mutants hit this spot they are going to find an empty position. Then we're going to hurt them. "

"Got it. Is the way out clear?"

"For a few minutes. We're going to set some traps for them, then get the fuck out of here before the shit comes down. Let's do it."
 
While moving to check point one, a figure came running towards Jack squad. Jack raised his hand and said: "Hold your fire!" Jack recognized that the figure was too small to be a human.

"Sergeant Jack, sir?" "That's me, what is the problem initiate?" "Sir, Major Max orders you to withdraw trough a position of advantage that we will use to ambush the mutants. Let me mark it to you sir" The runner marked in Jack's pip boy maps the exact positions trough where Jack's squad was supposed to withdraw.

"Okay, you go back and tell them we are moving there right now" The runner went back to Major Max position at all speed.

"Squad, listen up! We have new orders, we have to move quickly, fallow me." Guard helped Uziel to move, but they were moving slow, and the mutants were fallowing close, al that firing from the last confrontation with a mutant sure drawn a lot of attention.
 
Kell motioned to his ragged team, slipping yet again off the ruined watchpost he had constructed. W layer of grit had accumulated on his binoculars, he rubbed at them even as he followed after Major Max before slipping them into a pouch.

"Sir, we have Digger's Alley and the rest of SA-3 to the east already laid down. If we could draw them into the minefield and turn the flank, they would be ripped apart. We could have some runners peg some shots out yonder, and draw the lead elements into the mines. Could plant some charges to level some of the buildings here, and narrow the bottleneck. Then we just lay into them with mortars. They either push forward through the kill zone or else get caught in the cul de sac we will create."

He surveyed a tattered map overlay, drawing it up along the side with a stick. He laid it down at the table, placing a few twigs to represent the BOS lines, rocks for the mutants.

"They cant try to pull our flank without hitting the East, as the west is rubble. No mutant would try running over slag heaps and expose themselves to counterfire. We post a few snipers along the ridge to ward off the scouts, then pull out after they hit the mines. Hopefully the distraction of the charges and mines will give us time to withdraw to more favourable position."

He looked up, weary from behind the impromptu face mask. He waited for orders, glancing over his own time with undisguised trepidation. He didn't want to lose any of them to this plan, to have them rely on him, but it was the right action, he felt it.
 
Ralik didn't like the plan too much. Relying on the mutants to be predictable was like relying on a deathclaw to not rip you to shreds. Only the dumb ones would be predictable, and while there were a lot of dumb ones, it was the smart ones that called the shots. And the smart ones were especially sadistic.

But it was the reliance on the land mines that worried him more. How many times had the fighters in the Hub tried to lure the mutants into mine fields? Too many. Once the first few mines went off, only the dumb ones kept charging. The smart ones pulled back and pelted the area with rocket fire or moved around and tried to hit you from behind.

But Ralik said nothing. He had no better plan, save suiting everyone up in power armor and handing them gatling gung, plasma rifles and rocket launchers and engaging the mutants 2:1, human favor. Oh, if only that could happen...

Then a crack. Raliks daydream interrupted by a snipers round. Several more cracks resounded, and it was obvious what was happening. The Mutants were moving, right into the human trap. But could the Trap be sprung?

Ralik checked his combat shotgun, and glanced behind his back to get a glimpse of the liberated laser rifle.

"God I hope so..." he thought uneasily, as he moved forward to get a good position from which to enter the oncoming fray.
 
Eduardo was running as fast as he could, but due to his stature he was far behind his team. Random fire pinged and zipped all around him from a minigun toting nightkin. A few feet ahead the corner the squad had ran around loomed, and he dashed for it squeezing out even more power from his tiny frame.

ZIP-PANNGGGG

a shot hit a rock nearby knocking it into Eduardo's ankle and sending him sprawling around the corner.

Confident that he would soon be dead Eduardo got to his feet and prepared to take down at least one sorry mutant with him. A spent shell clattered onto the floor and Eduardo loaded a new one from the back of his bandolier, without even checking to see the color he snapped the barrel closed.

Two mutants came flying around the corner shortly followed by a second pair.

The whine of the minigun winding up filled the area and Eduardo fired.

A slug flying at ridiculously high speeds contacted with the eye of the minigunner, and in the death spasms it fell twisting to the ground unleashing a fusillade into mutie number two, and dropping it minus a face.

Eduardo was thrown to the ground by the recoil just in time to narrowly avoid horrible flaming death as mutie four fired a flamer shot at his head. Eduardo was reloading when a shot from somewhere behind him exploded the flamer and immolated the mutant holding it.

By itself, the last mutant stared at Eduardo in disbelief before the new shell in Eduardo's shotgun fired a flare into it's groin.

The mutant fell to the ground with a scream before a second sniper shot nailed it in the eye and it fell quiet.

Eduardo turned to see his rescuer, and saw Guard standing behind a wagon with his hunting rifle.

A smile creased Eduardo's face.

Thank you for saving me.

Think nothing of it.
 
IC: "Come on! Get him! Don't waste time!" Jack shouted. Soon enough, with the mutants right after them, they got to BOS lines. One by one Jack made sure his men got to the lines and take cover before the hell was unleashed. Fending off mutants with his laser pistol, or at least trying, he was the last one to get into a safe position, except for Uziel, he missed him, again. Then, some mutants begun to blow into chunks of meat with the devastating power of some strategically placed mines. Others begun to retreat but it was too late, the traps were being detonated. Some confused were caught by BOS sniper fire, it was a perfect view for snipers: Mutant groups confused, not knowing to retreat or move forward.

Many mutants charged against the BOS lines, suicidal and fearing nothing, these mutants were easy prey of concentrated crossfire. Only few were able to retreat, and those few were not able to do much harm, neither they were able to think of a strategic maneuver to avoid the BOS prepared positions, their commanders were dead, there was nothing else they could do there, and they retreated to their lines, some retreated in random routes to create diversion.

The mutant Main forces were not there, they would most likely have retreated south. The mutant commanders have done what they had, hold the humans in the Hub to gain time, making them have spend men and equipment, getting them weaker and then forcing them to slow down to reinforce, before they would have any means to counter attack or advance. This would be something the humans would have to revert somehow before attempting any movement south.

OC: Okay, many of you had a role in this ambush, post what you have done, who you have killed or who you have saved with more detail.
 
Guard pulled the action back on the rifle half-way. Satisfied there was a .223 round chambered he quickly wrapped the sling around his left hand and brought the rifle to bear, awaiting the arrival of the mutant force which closed behind them.

To Guard's dismay it was apparent that Eduardo had been left behind in the confusion, his short legs doing their best to carry his frame quickly across the street. It was then tragedy struck. Felled by a rock he lay stranded in the Killing Zone. It was apparent that the short Mexican would not reach their position in time and would therefore have to stand his ground.

Guard sighed, the man had been clumsy and at times bordering on moronic. But he had posessed courage, and the kind of iron-will necessary to engage enemies such as these. He would be missed.

To Guard's amazement the Mexican held his ground, unloading a blast from his shot gun in the leading mutant which fell in agony, killed by a lucky shot to the eye. A blast from a flamer hurtled towards him, but the stout Mexican's luck held, the shotgun recoil throwing him to the ground, out of the damage radius of the flamer.

From his cover behind the wagon Guard watched as a second mutant, armed with the flamer, approached Eduardo, eager to finish him off.

"Not on my watch." muttered Guard as he leaned out from behind the wagon, taking aim through the iron sights of his rifle. The Mutant was on the move and Guard would not risk wasting a shot on one of his vital parts. Instead he aimed for the Mutant's weapon and squeezed off a round. The .223 bullet punched through the outer construction of the flamer, igniting the fuel within and dousing the Mutant in an agonising shower of burning fuel!

To add insult to injury Eduardo managed to let off a flare which impacted into the Mutant's groin, igniting any fuel still left unspent. The Mutant fell screaming in pain and as it writed upon the street Guard unloaded a second shot which caused the mutant's eye to explode within the socket and punching a hole into it's brain.

It's screams fell silent.

Eduardo offered his thanks and Guard nodded.

"Think nothing of it ," he began, "...but get the fuck into cover before the rest of the mutants make mince-meat out of you!"

Eduardo followed Guard's advice, hastily completing his trip towards Guard's wagon where he fell to the dirt, no doubt happy to be partially out of harm's way.

The Brotherhood sergeant rattled off orders, ensuring every man was prepared as the crux of the mutant force arrived, wandering blindly into the killing zone the brotherhood had prepared.

Guard supressed a smile as the first of the charges went off, ripping the legs from one unsuspecting mutant which howled in agony, it's dismembered body crashing to the floor in a bloody heap. Accurate sniper-fire soon finished it off.

Other mutants fell in the following blasts, limbs sailing through the air as mutant bodies were ripped apart in the mine-field.

Guard leaned out from cover as the chaos continued, carefully picking off any mutants which survived their initial injuries.

Guard turned to Eduardo as the sniper ejected an empty .223 clip.

He grinned as he slapped another mag home. "Like shooting fish in a barrell,"
 
Somewhere, in the mass of confusion and utter chaos, Dash found himself standing over the corpse of a mutant with his magnum in hand. Blood covered his poncho and mingled with dust, making the heavy garment grimy; dirt collected along his bandana where he had been breathing -- he looked like a mess. Other than his appearance, however, he was fine. The most he had sustained all day had been a few bruises from his tumble down a pile of debris. This was more than could be said about the mutant below him, especially when he squeezed the trigger and sent a clump of lead to split its skull down the middle. During the charge, he had slain two mutants apart from this one, and had only begun his swath of destruction.

Deftly grabbing the fallen mutant's LSW, he chambered the hefty machinegun and charged ahead, passing Eduardo and Guard. He took a dive into the dirt below and set the weapon in front of him while in prone, the perfect setup to rain down mass death on the oncoming mutants.

OOC: Yeah, not the best post, but just a reminder that I'm still alive. ;)
 
Max reached for the grenade and tossed it back to where it came from.

A blast and a howl of pain followed.

"Let's go now."

The others with Kell needed little urging. Quickly they dashed through the dieing storm, over broken pipes through crumbling walls as grenades sailed back towards their prior sanctuary.

One of the soldiers with Kell cried out and fell, blood coming from her thigh.

Kell stopped but Max pushed him forward, "Lead your people."

Then Max turned and picked the woman up and lifted her over his shoulder. Hunched over, he quickly raced after the men.
 
Kell raced along, ducking under zinging bullets as he went for the outpost. They had to be in position on the ridge of the abandoned gas station to be effective. He heard the whine of mortar fire, the very earth shaking as he recovered his balance, hustling along. They just might make it, and he could see where he wanted to set up. It was tucked back, yet it offered a good view of the action. He pointed to the remnants of the garage, which, amazingly, had held up in pretty good shape. Maybe even the smokes machine would work as well.

"There sir. We can pick the bastards off from here and still have a good LOS for our men. The road behind us leads out of town and should be covered only by a very light auxiliary force. We have a route out, sir. Maybe even some gas or cells."

He wiped the goggles ofhis mask off, staring out over the landscape. It was familair to him, and he didn't want to leave it for the mutants without a sting.

"Sir, I request permission to cover the retreat and harass the mutant vanguard. The civs, mercs, and the snipers on the West need time to pull back here."
 
Eduardo didn't bother firing his close range weapon, and let Guard do all the sniping. He sat cradling his knees and waiting for whatever came next.
 
Jack realized that the main brotherhood forces were retreating, he noticed this a bit late, and now he had to hurry. "We are pulling out of here! Come on! We have to hurry up if we want to live!"

Luckily for Jack and his squad, Kell was covering them and managed to delay the mutant just enough to allow Jack's squad to retreat.

The bullets were coming near, so did the laser beams, and so did the mutants. Jack's only hope was to run as fast as he could, doing all possible to avoid loosing more men. He already gave up hope about finding Uziel again. All he could do was to ensure everyone was fallowing, but it was an almost impossible thing to do under this conditions.

Jack moved quickly giving orders and trying to make and organized retreat, trying to make it to safety. The storm was weakening, but there was another storm, an even worse one coming right after them.
 
Kell had rigged up some sort of half-assed mortar from the scavenged grenade launcher. The faint *whoomp* sound was satisfying as another round fell into the midst of a small mutant group, sending most for cover, and scorching not a few at least. Cracking rifle fire over the furious rain of lasers was heard, and a few other Initiates and Knights had decided to duke it out and hold back until the last group pulled out.

Kell of course, had organized the group into something faintly resembling a fire team, and directed sniper and laser fire onto the suprised mutants. He ignored various warning signs to pull back, as he would not leave ANYone to be dipped or captured by the freaks of the wastes. They were fast and would be lightly armed once they abandoed this roof fortress. Unfortunately, it seems Jack's squad was lagging behind with all that heavy armor and equipment.

"Fuck, the mutants are almost right on top of them. Kenny, lay in with a few rounds. We need to pull back as well."

He raised his voice. "Everyone! Get ready to pull out, this is the last squad. As soon as they hit the sign, book it down the road!"

He hopped off the roof, sliding down an incline before running across, starting to rig a few "suprises" for the mutants to enjoy once they hit the former C&C. He had a few minutes, he had a remote detonator, and he liked big bangs. What more could he ask for?
 
Max had led as many of the men back as he could. Now he was watching the battle unfold.

He was not a patient man. Bring the mutant main force in so the trap can be sprung.

To the men on the firing line he spoke calmly. "Wait for it. They are coming in."

Around him the storm was beginning to finally lift. This would allow the ranged weapons to have maximum effect.

Closer now closer, and let my fire cut you to ribbons.



OC- Gonzales is doing a lot of the management so I am going to let him decide when to spring the trap. Gonzales you can play Max if you like.
 
-IC:

Jack squad managed to pull back, even if there were some still unaccounted for. Right after Jack was safe Kell retreated as well, leading the mutants into the trap.

By the time Jack got to safety the mutants were already in position, perhaps a bit more near the Brotherhood lines, what would make the ambush more shocking for them, it was a genuine trap.

Major Max watched the mutants reach the perfect position for the ambush and gave the order: “Commence fire, fire at will.” In that moment the mutants in the front were cut to pieces by the sniper and laser fire. Kell squad was doing a very good job on this. The mutants were trapped and suffered greatly. By his part Jack tried to repair his rifle, but he gave up quickly and started to open fire with his laser pistol. Jack never saw so many mutants dying together.

-OC:

As always, all of you had different roles in this ambush. I’d like to know how Kell remote activated traps worked, and how many of you are still interested in kicking green asses.

I know this has been a slow week, but we have to try to keep moving, try to say something so I know who is still alive. There is new stuff coming next before the end of this chapter. I know some of you are busy, I am really busy with real life myself, but we must try to keep moving.

After some of you have posted your story in the ambush I will post further. Uziel: Stay sharp, you may have a chance to reappear after the ambush
 
Guard followed the Sergeant to the fall-back point readily. He had no desire to be caught behind in the cross-fire which would soon ensue between the opposing forces. He ensured Eduardo was by his side the entire time, the stout Mexican was prone to bouts of clumsiness, but to Guard's relief made the trip unscathed and without incident.

As the remainder of the party halted, Guard immediately sought what he believed to be the most viable piece of cover, the burnt out shell of an automobile which lay rusting by the road-side.

Hefting the hunting rifle, he checked chamber before brining the butt to rest upon his shoulder, offering the perfect line of sight down the barrell and through the small scope which was fastened there.

As far as Guard could ascertain the scope offered only x2 magnification, but he wagered this was better than nothing when it came to target acquisition in an urban environment.

Leaning out from cover, he quickly scanned the killing fields, his piercing opaline eyes flicking from side to side as they sought any sign of his green enemy.

As the first of the lumbering giants meandered into view he took the opportunity to squeeze off a few rounds. They were mostly glancing blows, but one .223 round careened off the mutant's temple, causing it to drop its weapon in pain, both hands clutching its aching head.

The rest of the Brotherhood force began to open up, a sweeping arc of fire peppering the killing ground before them as more and more of the mutants came into view. It was at this point that the first of Kell's remote-traps were activated, blowing various mutants limb from limb as they threw shrapnel in all directions.

Guard himself had to duck back behind the car as a hot piece of shrapnel zinged against the bodywork, closely missing his outstretched body.

He made no immediate attempt to re-emerge, for the moment the traps seemed to be doing their job and by the decreasing sound of Brotherhood fire it appeared that the mutants were making no head-way through the booby-trapped death-zone.

There could only be a finite number of charges however, and sooner rather than later the Mutants would be given the chance the advance and the brotherhood forces had better be ready to meet them with their combined firepower!
 
Kell held clutched in his hands a slightly reworked radio, a rewire of the standard BOS radio. Having scavenged broken recievers off his fallen comrades, he had spent the time in between firing to affix them to the mines. From sensor ladled minds, he hoped the jury-rigged remotes would work. Hopefully. Otherwise the mines had to be activated by motion, an extremely dicey prospect.

Hunkered down with his rifle, he let the relative lull give him time to make final adjustments, altering the recieving frequency ever so slightly so that a standard SOR report wouldn't set the touchy homemade explosives off. His deft hands had affixed the explosives, wrapped with metal shards swept from the tool shop and garage.

With a slight grin, he had motioned his men back, climbing down the ladder as he planted each jury-rigged claymore about the ruins, calling on the original frequency, leaving his long dead platoon's freq as the catalyst signal.

Now he sat there on the other side of the building, laying in pot shots at the charging mutant army with his own ragtag band of snipers. Soon, soon they would hit the position and he would vanish as if a ghost. They would expect to find death awaiting them, and death would find them.

OC- welsh here, sorry I accidently stepped into your thread.
 
Blood and limbs and gore.

Max was covered with it, mostly the green of Mutants.

The storm had finally lifted like a curtain revealing the mutant advance. Kell's traps went off off like a chain of lightning and thunder, catching the mutants by surprise and in pain. In that state while they tried to regroup, the criss-crossing fire of the BOS gunner and they fell in large numbers, mini-gun fire tearing their bodies to shred, lazers cutting them down, plasma bolts dissolving the mutants to goo.

Rifle fire, small arms, grenades. The mutants fell and as the BOS and the irregulars guns fell quiet, a deafening roar came up from the embattled humans.

For weeks they had been beseiged by this army of monsterous invaders. They had seen their city, the one they had rebuilt with their own hands, torn and destroyed. They had seen loved ones massacred and snatched in the night, torn apart between Mutant arms. Now they were finally taking back the city.

As mutant wounded fell, the humans rushed out from their barricades from behind their ramparts and threw themselves at the mutants. Some carried rippers others knives or axes or maces. Some others had improvised what weapons they could. They fell upon the wounded mutants like wolves bringing down crippled bears, showing no mercy.

Max, at the forefront, stabbed and slashed with his Ripper, feeling the frenzy overwhelm him, finding his inner bezerker awakened.


OC- sorry for the long delay. We are finishing up the battle now. Last posts for every player and we shut down on Weds for a week and then start the new thread next Monday. Cool?
 
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