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Misadventures of a regular grunt

IceMoonPirate — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 23:39:01 GMT

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Vanu Occupied Forseral
2100 HOURS 1 klick north of the Eadon Amp station

A quick glance at the strategic map of Forseral told me I was probably the only Loyal Terrain left it what was now a seething hive of alien converts.

I put my Cycler to my shoulder and scoped the station one last time. Just the Vanu flag flying over empty battlements, maybe no one was home this deep into the belly of the beast.

Then I was up, slinging my rifle over my shoulder I dashed for the stations south gate. Legs pumping, I gritted my teeth waiting for some hidden sentry to put me down for my boldness. Stamina spent I reached the gates force screen and dove for cover just below the gate turret. Cycler up I scanned the court yard. "Frag those Vanu scum!" the court yard was a well planned spitfire shooting gallery. My estimated chances of getting in that way low, about three paces beyond the force screen and I be a bloody speed bump for the next Vanu buggy that rolled out of there.

Time to pull back and think about this. Directly behind me lay the Stations south east Tower. Sweeping wide around the structure I took out to remote gun placements, careful to screen my self from return fire, by pulling back slightly behind some small hills. Then I was at the Towers south Door, REK out a few short seconds in the open and I was inside the Tower.

Cycler at ready I sweep the Tower bottom to top, Empty! Then REK out again, skin at the back of my neck crawling I hacked the Tower. Now it was time to get my boots up on the roof and see who showed up to do something about it.

Exiting the top platform of the tower I sweep around to the low slope of the roof and began to clamor up. Contact! Even as feet found purchase, a Harasser came flying out of the Amp Station, petal to the metal it roared past my Tower. I spun toward it, bring my Cycler up and scoped the buggy, and squeeze of one sort controlled burst, just like the sarge taught me back in basic. I had the satisfaction of scoring a direct hit on the back of the buggy, before it disappeared into the gathering gloom.

Wasting no time I scrambled to my perch at the top of my Tower and waited for them to swing around and attack at some oblique angle. A few tense minutes pasted�.NOTHING. huh... oh well.

Turning my attention back to the Amp Station I looked it over from the commanding heights of the Tower. NOTHING! Ok them, Target practice time. Siding back down the slope of the roof a bit I could have at the Stations turrets and the return fire would hit the side of the Tower, about level with my concealed midsection. A few clips later one turret was blown and it was time to return to the basement for some more ammo.

Big mistake! As I hiked up all those stairs a security force of Vanu came ridding out to do something about my after hours gun fire. I busted a gut to get back up on the roof as they circled my Digs trying to get a bead on me. A short game of cat and mouse later and they got tired and parked it. That�s all I needed! I stepped up and let fly a few rounds in contestant number one as she exited the vehicle. My fun was short lived as the passenger, disembarked and let a rocket fly. I stepped back and avoided death, but was rewarded by a blinding flash and a face full of hot fragments and the projectile hit the Tower. "F That, I say" and put a burst into Rocket boy before he reached the safety beneath the overhanging Tower balcony.

What to do? In a moment they'll be hacking their way in here. Oh well, guess I'll shoot the tires of their ride while they watch. Like Zeus on Mount Olympus high, I struck down with my thunderbolts, smiting the chariot of the wicked. HEH!

They were coming for me, and now it was time to deal with that. I reentered the Tower and found the traitorous Vanu creeping up my stair well. I though they made a cute couple and let them know with a few bursts of my Cycler. My shots were hasty as well as their return fire and I was forced a minute later to retreat back to the dubious safely of Tower balcony to lick my wounds.

Poking my head back in the door to exchange a few rounds with the Vanu and toss a couple of grenades back and forth I was forced back out, having to admit I was out gunned and nearly out of heath and ammo.

Briefly I toyed with the Idea of leaping to my death from the Tower to deny the Vanu their kill. But that�s not the Terran way! I was going out guns blazing and a curse on my lips to all who turned their backs on the Terran Republic.

I swept around the balcony, so as to re enter the tower from the other sided and maybe catch them by surprise as they covered the door. But as fate would have it was already too late for that move.

Enter the Calvary. As I played my final gambit and the Vanu rushed the door to deliver their final strike, a Terran Mosquito had swooped in, so as the Vanu emerged onto the balcony it was straight into his gun sites! The Vanu Duel opened up with everything they had and a few intense moments of gunfire later, Rocket boy was down and his girl friend was back in my Tower running for it!

I waved a hardy salute to one P149U3, Outfit officer of the USKTA, My Hero!

Just one last detail�.

Shot all up, a few last rounds in my Cycler, I reentered my Tower. Down by the Tower terminal control I found her, REK out hacking my Tower. She had a great body, that�s for sure, but an UGLY face! "In the name of the Terran Republic I find you guilty of Sedition, sentence to be carried out IMMEDIATELY". I emptied my Cycler.

That wasn�t the end of the Battle, just the beginning�.P149U3 called in Hestaby and the battle was on as other Terrans came through my Tower to Bolster our little attack. We lost allot of Loyal Terrans, but that�s a story for another day.

That�s the way I came to be hooked up with the USKTA. NEVER GIVE UP THE FIGHT!

IceMoonPirate

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A link to a story im writing

TomatoSoup — Sun, 08 Oct 2006 19:06:08 GMT

www.tomatoiscool.com/prestory.html

Enjoy!

Special Drop Corps

2coolforu — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 23:08:16 GMT

Chapter 1
2coolforu looked around at his squad, Achmonth was bent over, clutching his stomach, and cursing the pilot. Orcoo was looking around excitedly at the dull interior of the galaxies cargo bay
"What could possibly go wrong" Was his chirpy excuse
The pilot walked into the bay, he wasn't happy, flying a galaxy was a risky business, but this galaxy was in enemy colours, above a mass of VS troops.

A small red blip showed up on the Galaxy's portable eagle-eye radar, hartstock ignored it, looking back he saw it was closing in fast
"Fuck"
"Warning Missile Lock" came an automated voice over the speakers
2coolforu and Achmonth came sprinting into the cockpit
" What the hell is going on"
" I dunno sir" came the pilots response
" It came outta nowhere, Activating chaff"
the dropship shuddered as small compartments let out peices of foil
" Its still locked, this mother aint letting go, hold on, firing countermeasures"
Flares flew out of the top of the galaxy, a thousand vanu soldiers looked up, on the ground a Vanu Commander noticed the missile
" Who fired that seeker" He yelled over the com-link
negatives rang back through the com-net.
"What is that joker doing, he's cut out his engines"

hartstock wrestled with the controls, no matter what he did the missile kept coming, 2000 meters and closing
"One Minute until impact"
"Come on hartstock, what ya doing man, you've got outta tighter places than this" Yelled 2coolforu
" This bastard just won't let go, Hang on, I have an idea"
hartstock flipped the engines off, air roared around the galaxy as it slowed, the crates of ammunition broke out of their harnesses and banged against the partition wall, 2coolforu and Achmonth were hurled against the cockpit controls.
"What the fuck are you doing man!" came the scream of Madmaxmad from the cargo bay
"The missile is locked onto our heat signiture, we need to lose excess heat and fast" Explained Hartstock
"Get ready for a bumpy ride
"Impact in 10 seconds" Came the computers response
" Come on Come on" muttered hartstock
the galaxy was losing altitude too fast, he could only keep the engines off for another few seconds
"Impact in 5 seconds"
The missile seemed to be losing its lock, it started weaving madly
"Yes!" Yelled hartstock
it was too early for celebrations, the missile was still following the galaxies arc, with no other heat signitures in the immediate area, it just followed its original course, and the galaxy was slowing down
"Shi..." Came achmonths response, but his words were cut off by a huge explosion, the Galaxies tail was thrown away like confetti, Lubricant, exhaust fumes and rudders fluid poured away. Sparks erupted from a severed electrical cable, igniting the flammable fluids, the galaxy turned into a fireball, in the cockpit, hartstock fumbled for the engine controls, flipping them on, the engines whined

Mystik's Squad on the Continent of Cyssor

Ocean1 — Fri, 09 Jun 2006 06:42:34 GMT

On the continent of Cyssor��.. �This is Air Freight Unit Bravo four sixty two carrying two new generator assembly converters come in Girru Tower�� Air Freight Unit Bravo four sixty two roger radar contact at FL190 south west of South East of Tore Air Tower, Please turn to a new course vector of 290 descend and maintain altitude of FL 160. Please confirm your instructions. As the pilot was pressing down the transmit button the control heard a whump in the background as if someone had punched a piece of hard plastic.

As Mystik grabbed the headset off of the slumped over pilot, with no one at planes controls the lumbering aircraft had started to descend into the Girru air space, as Mystik�s squad had started to dump the pilot off of the cargo ramp extended into the air, they whistled in that the vanu corpse had hit the deck. Mystik walked to the back of the gargantuan aircraft and Mystik took the time to examine his team of special operations force that had been scrambled from the sanctuary for the support of taking out key installations of Cyssor, and take control of the dropship facility known as Girru while the Vanu Sovereignty were busy wondering what the hell was going on in Amerish where the Terran were currently squaring of with the Vanu, they had snuck into the galaxy transport with their cargo during the middle of the night in the dropship center on amerish and waited for the pilot to drive the plane that was charted to deliever a generator to Girru. Examining his team he noted that none of them had a rek� *thinking silently how typical for the Terran Republic to forget the most key aspect and important item in a spec ops team.

Briskly walking back to the cockpit of the bulky aircraft Mystik keyed the mic and he said, �Air Freight Unit Bravo four sixty two is having engine trouble taking action at landing in a field thats out in a valley of a mountain range over.� The controller turning to his supervisor and asked what are the odds of an aircraft to suffer catastrophic engine failure and have to land? The supervisor looked at him with the eyes of a battle hardened veteran, immediately the controller keyed the mic slowly saying, �Air Freight Unit Bravo four sixty two roger, whats your current position over�?�
�Air Freight Unit Bravo four sixty two please respond��

Mystik had landed the galaxy in a swift maneuver that his squad thought they had hit a tree and had done a 180 degree turn facing the other direction. Mystik shut down the aircraft, and walked to the cargo ramp where a large box crate was that said �generator� in big bold letters, he grabbed his chain blade and sliced open the crate and a large deliverer sized vehicle was brought out of its bulky crate, on the vehicle it had a spawn tube located on the back on a small platform with a full equipment terminal to grab max suits and also inside the crate was a new prototype, a small vehicle that is remarkably small sized carried its passenger of a video camera that was shaped as a mosquito scout aircraft although unlike its larger decked out cousin this mosquito has a rek instead of a 20mm cannon to access the facilities air conditioning system to fly down into the main hall ways of the base, with the latest nano technology it could even remotely fly through bases at a speed of 38 kph, it has a deployable inventory landing pad it can use to repair itself if damaged and grab two weapons that are still in beta testing although these do not damage infantry they damage vehicles to become in operable for 5 minutes jamming all radar and movement servos in battle mechs and severing the fire control computer which can only be repaired by a engineer with combat engineering, remarkably as much ECM this aircraft can hold it is roughly the size of a .50 caliber bullet.

After going through about 2 hours worth of demonstrations of the two new items so that each knew how drive the new AMS, he gave godshand the job to find a spot and make sure it would never be found, the remaining members of the squad piled back into the galaxy. Mystik was very pleased at his squad which comprised of 3 battle max suits named ihopeyouhaveinsurance, daddyslittlegirl, thegirlnextdoor, and two advanced medics named godshand, and imbackformore with the sniper certification and heavy assault and combat engineering, himself he patted down on his trusty �thumper� that he used for �crowd control� and a stolen lasher that he pried off the body of the pilot, his side arms contained a adv medic applicator and a basic engineer nano bank armor repairer. Checking his onboard computer clock he noticed that he would have to get that generator down in less than 8 hours or the Terran Republic would consider them all dead.

4 hours later while flying at max altitude in the pattern for landing at Girru, the cargo rear door of the galaxy had been lowered with all the maxes at the ramp, only they were limiting the beautiful view of cyssor, the maxes being at the ramp were so close to the edge that only once they became under fire they would have to get bumped 2 inches to start their rapid descend, he sent a text message to all of his squad members reading, �Lets Get This Party Started!�
As his whole squad jumped off the deck of the galaxy he programmed the galaxies last commands that he might use in his entire life, punching a few numbers and satisfied that the aircraft was set to land 8 miles from the base walls of Girru, he sprinted in a dash of 15 yards to the end of the aircraft and leapt into the misty laden dusk.

In his rapid decent he felt as if time had slowed down, seeing the flashs of at least 200 guns going off, thinking as he was still in free fall he pulled out his thumper. He reloaded slipping a frag grenade he had altered, his squad called it the nade on steroids, whump, click,whump,click,whump,click three consecutive explosions went off in a period of 3 seconds pulling out his lasher he landed on top of a enemy vanu sovereignty sniper and landed with his reinforced depleted uranium armor shoes on his head, hearing the earth shattering and the rapid shockwave following the landing, the VS soldiers and civillians turning around with pulsars and lashers in hand and started unloading their gooey plasma in his general direction, Mystik quickly crouched behind a structure that was blocking all the plasma fire except the lasher�s lashing function, he peered out the corner of his eye seeing a sniper rifle on the ground with 5 boxes of ammo he pulled out his lasher and turned around and started to a brisk strafing run to the rifle depleting the rest of his ammo he dropped the lasher, in one swift movement dove to the snipers rifle rolling on the balls of his feet, he sprinted to a stairway leading to the bases walk ways and took a crouch shot aiming at a Vanu grunt using a lasher, pulling the trigger on the sniper rifle, *Bang* The bullet shot out of the chamber at supersonic speeds and traveled down the barrel of the lasher piercing through the ammo container holding all the plasma heating coils the lasher uses to heat its liquid storaged plasma, unbearable to hold by the heat the grunt dropped the lasher but it was to late, the shield on the plasma ammunition pack failed and the area looked like one massive atomic plasma grenade went off killing everything within 80ft which happened to be the whole cluster of enemies, which left a few snipers left on the walls that he quickly dispatched, finding each of his squad mates dead he quickly revived each of them, and ordered the maxes into a straight profile line and sprint lead way down to the generator sensing something near by he flicked on his darklight outlining a faint shadow on a cloaker he walked right up to the cloaker who looked as he was shivering in his pants his cloaking generator was starting to drop by 2% from the movement of shaking he slowly started a movement to his amp when Mystik grabbed his amp and crushed it with his foot, sensing his danger the cloaker engaged sprint and started to run out the door into the stair well, where ihopeyouhaveinsurance happened to have planted I ran up to the cloaker who seemed to be like a trapped animal in a cage sat there in silence just waiting for the doom he thought he would come to meet, Mystik felt extremely tempted to use the max units, to they would love to have some live target practice.
He had a different idea, he clicked two buttons on the cloaker�s arm watching the cloak drop in a second, with a loud *woosh*, In the corridor down the hallway the rest of the squad was beigining to wonder where the heck was Mystik and Ihopeyouhaveinsurance, as the squad paced back up stairs to the location of Mystik and Ihopeyouhaveinsurance, that stopped all the maxes In their tracks, as baffled as the maxes were, they were nervous in their suits wanting to get some range time in on the cloaker, they all watched as he ordered Ihopeyouhaveinsurance to carry the cloaker on his shoulder as Mystik removed his cloaking pack.

The Story of Travis

cali141 — Sun, 23 Apr 2006 05:14:34 GMT

"Psh. You've gotta be kidding me. The kid enlisted with the New Conglomerate only three months ago, and he already wants BFR certification? I bet the kid doesn't even know how to properly use a Gauss Rifle yet." Furiously chewing on his cheeseburger, Mike spat out a reply. "Hey! I know Travis better than anyone. Sure, he might be fresh, but he's got a hell of a lot of potential with big machinery. You were there at the simulator training session with him, right? He set the record for the fastest completed Sunderer hostile environment test run. Hell, none of the training bots being transported even took a single bullet... he kept them all safe, even with virtual Reavers firing rockets up his ass as he got that Sunderer into the base. You've gotta admit, he could grow up to be the next Maximilian." After stuffing his mouth with fries, Chris replied, "Oh come on... you're talking about the Maximilian? Mad Max? The man who single-handedly led the NC to victory at The Battle of Ishundar? Please. There will never be another be another Max, at least for a long time anyway." Mike put down his burger. "Well, we certainly could use one right now, anyway - oh crap!" Both Mike and Chris started loading food into their pockets as the tone sounded, signifying the end of the ten-minute lunch period. "Dammit, they have us fighting all day, and this is all the rest we get..." Mike and Chris sprinted out of the mess hall, trying to make sure not to miss the outbound HART shuttle, for fear of being reprimanded by the local CR5 for non-participation in conflicts.

"Amazing! Did you see him? Travis rode that Lightning straight into their base, guns blazing! And he survived, all while spearheading the assault on Lakua!" Chris put down his slice of pizza. "Ah, but will he survive the punishment he's gonna recieve for disregarding orders and reckless behavior on the battlefield? Yeah, he's proven he's got skill, but he's way too wild. He's gonna find himself surrounded by the enemy with nobody to protect him if he keeps it up." While stabbing at his salad, Mike replied, "Remember when I said Travis had potential a few months back? Told ya so... the kid is gonna be a legend some day." "HA! I doubt that. I'm telling you, he's not gonna last much longer if doesn't change his behavior." "I'll bet you that he'll have BFR certification within one month." Stunned, Chris started laughing. "You've got to be kidding me! That would never happen! He'd be the youngest person to have ever piloted a BFR!" With a smirk on his face, Mike said, "Trust me, it'll happen. That kid is gonna be a legend someday." Chris and Mike kept bickering as they walked out of the mess hall towards the HART shuttle station.

"I don't believe it!! Travis killed a total of 183 enemy soldiers in his BFR, all while defending the entire ANT convoy! That's simply unheard of!" Obviously troubled, Chris replied, "How the hell did he do it? That's not possible. Nobody can do that. I've never gotten more than thirty kills every time I've been out in a BFR." Amused, Mike said, "Uh oh... somebody has an acute case of jealousy." Infuriated, Chris threw his entire lunch off the table. "SHUT UP! Just because ONE man sets a couple records is no reason for the entire outfit to be celebrating like we just won the war! Fine, I'll admit that the guy is now a legend, but why the hell should we be praising him like some sort of god? We're the ones who stick our damn necks on the line every day, doing grunt work instead of the oh-so-glorious BFR runs! When was he ever in any real danger? When did he ever leave the invincible shell of his Peregrine? NEVER! He hid inside that thing the entire time, and since he has some skill with BFRs, we all hail him as the next Mad Max? That's utter bullshit!" The entire cafeteria had gone silent. "I don't know about him, but I face real danger every single day, and don't get parades thrown for me. I should be the one getting praise, not him. He never was in any real danger anyway." Exhausted, Chris walked out of the deafening silence of the mess hall towards the HART station as the toll went off, signifying the end of lunch. Nobody moved.

Mike bit his sandwich. Chris sipped his water. Nobody said anything. Both were looking at the newspaper headline. "TRAVIS THE LEGENDARY KILLED IN COMBAT, DNA DATA LOST, HIS DEATH PERMANENT."

Resurgence (Continuation)

jsloan31 — Tue, 28 Mar 2006 13:26:06 GMT

Continuing in a new thread, as I can't reply to old one (over 59 days old).
Note: I have not played Planetside for at least 6 months now, except for a hour in January. I am going to be useing a Reserves account to gain information from the game as needed. Until I get that up, assume any errors in location are creative license ;)

Chapter 3: Catalyst

Fate: Noun.
Defined as a supposed force that predetermines events, or the events determined by this force.

Excerpt from AGN's "From the Front Lines" series:

"Fate? Feh. No such thing."
"What makes you say -"
"Listen, once you've been here, and I mean been here... Defending this facility, assaulting that one, escorting a Nanite Convoy, you'll know there's no such thing.

"It's like being a robot. Find enemy. Kill enemy. Repeat. There's a Republic sniper over that hill behind you, with his crosshair probably on my head. You know why he won't shoot, though?

"It's bad publicity. There's no fate here. Once you leave, he pulls that trigger. Blam. I respawn. A scout team is dispatched, or our own snipers, or even a mossie. He dies. Respawn.
"You call that fate? That's not fate, that's just plain and simple logic. It will happen, not because of some mysterious force, but because our job is to kill them, and their job is to kill us. And it'll continue to happen, as long as this war goes on."

8 Months after "Entry"
Ishundar, 1100 Hours

Auraxian Express Delta-Seven emerged from the Geowarp near Marduk, and began it's flight North. It was planning to head towards the Northern Warpgate, which it would use to warp to the Vanu Sovereignty Sanctuary.

Auraxian Express was a neutral, civilian-run organization, shuttling cargo and passengers from all three empires. It had no affiliations with any empire, and just acted as a courier, allowing civilians from different empires to communicate with each other (all meetings were overseen by an empire representitive, to ensure nothing was leaked), as well as occasionally offering an unofficial tour of combat zones. This last action was frowned upon by company executives, but the passengers loved it.

The flight would trigger a long chain of events, each of which would have an effect on the relations between all three empires.

Technology Plant Marduk, Alliance-held
1120 Hours

The war had continued, with the Sovereignty fighting against an enemy significantly larger than itself. Facility after facility fell from Sovereignty control, in a true example of how quantity could quickly turn the tides of battle.

Intelligence reports made the Alliance soldiers paranoid, stating that a major assault would occur on a single continent in a short, unspecified period of time. All facilities on all continentental planets were on full alert, and were waiting.

Commander Willis of Technology Plant Marduk stood in the Aircraft Terminal room, the sophisticated radar system of the facility behind him. Being commander of a facility had a new meaning, as facilities rarely turned hands since the capture of the Sovereignty Sanctuary planet. A sense of pride surged through him everytime he entered an area, causing everyone to salute.

"Sir, we have an unidentified aircraft, bearing... 270. Appears to be a Galaxy-class Dropship. No identification."

Willis snapped out of his daydream, and strode to the screen. "An AE flight?"

The technician pulled up a listing of all Auraxian Express flights through Ishundar. None showed as being scheduled for that day. "Negative, sir. What shall our course of action be?"

Willis paused. "Monitor it. Flag it as possible hostile, and alert our recon teams."
"Sir."

Recon Team Gamma, North East of Geowarp South
1121 Hours

"Repeat, we have a possible hostile Galaxy, hold fire until directed."

"OK, I want a Phoenix ready to go if needed. You got that?"
"Yes sir."

The soldier crouched, facing the Galaxy in the distance, Phoenix at the ready, while a second loaded the rocket into the back. His finger was over the trigger, but he kept the safety on.

"Ready to go, sir, just say the word."
"Hold your fire, we need authorization from Marduk."

Technology Plant Marduk
1130 Hours

"Unidentified Galaxy dropship, you are approaching an Alliance controlled Facility. Please identify yourself."

Willis watched as the Galaxy gradually got close on his radar screen.

"Unidentified Galaxy dropship, you are approaching an Alliance controlled Facility. Divert your course immediately, or you will be fired upon."

A few minutes passed, as the Galaxy got uncomfortably close. Then, it's altitude started to increase, as it's speed increased simultaneously.

"Sir, it appears the Galaxy is a Sovereignty recon ship, gathering intelligence. There are no visible markings on the hull." Recon Team Gamma's leader radioed in.

"Roger, Gamma leader... Destroy that Galaxy. You have authorization to open fire."

Recon Team Gamma
1132 Hours

"Open fire, open fire!"

The soldier aimed the Phoenix carefully, flicking the safety into it's disabled position. He moved slightly to adjust the launcher on his shoulder, before squeezing the trigger.

The rocket shot into the sky, guided by the soldier. It weaved smoothly through the air, before impacting directly on the port engine of Flight Delta-Seven.

Auraxian Express Delta-Seven
1132 Hours

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have engaged afterburners, and will maintain this speed for the duration of the flight. It is now safe to move about the cabin."

The pilot flicked the cabin seat-harness lights off, as the co-pilot leveled the Galaxy out. The radio was silent.

A noise sounding like an explosion came from the port engine, and the Galaxy lurched to the starboard side, before beginning to roll to the left.

"What the hell? Engine failure?" The co-pilot checked the instrument panel above him, and shut down the engine. The onboard computers should have returned the Galaxy to level flight, balancing the output of thrust from the starboard engine as well as the manuvering thrusters on the port wing. Instead, the dropship continued to roll to the left, beyond standard safety limits.

As the passengers in the cabin started shouting, alarms blared. The pilots jammed their controls to the right, having little effect.

Recon Team Gamma
1133 Hours

"Target hit, still airborne." The spotter deactivated his zoom magnification implant. "They'll go down soon, but they might recover."

A click, followed by two pats on the shoulder. The soldier aimed again, and fired.

Znch. The zoom magnification triggered again. "Whoo hoo! Hit to the starboard cabin, they're flying out."

The Harasser nearby opened fire on the falling bodies, in a vain attempt to hit them. Tracers whizzed through the air.

Click. A third rocket shot out, impacting the center of the cabin. The dropship split into three pieces, each diving towards the ground.

"CEASE FIRE, cease fire! Marduk, Recon Gamma. Target destroyed."
"Roger, Gamma. Search for any survivors."
"Negative on survivors, sir. None of them had inertial dampners."
"I want to see the bodies, Gamma. Search for them."

The commander sighed. "Yes sir. Travis, take the Harasser and search for the bodies. Patch a feed into Marduk."
"Sir!"

The Harasser sped off into the distance, as the commander stood oblivious to what would happen.

The fire birds chapter 2

monkeyman8 — Thu, 23 Mar 2006 16:33:46 GMT

I liked destroyeron's story so much i decided to continue it here it is.

The Firebirds chapter 2
By monkeyman8

Suddenly they heard a scream. Destroyeron and Dr_Ron rushed out of the med lab to find two of the guards hunched over with force blades in their backs, and a third lying on the ground, his head a good five feet away. “Infiltrators secure the perimeter,” Dr_Ron yelled through his radio. Destroyeron didn’t even bother to turn on his dark light implant, instead he sprayed the hallway with bullets form his mini-gun, hitting the infiltrator just as he turned a corner.
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Starrider felt the bullet pierce his infiltration suite and lodge itself in his calf muscle.
He couldn’t help but yell out in pain and surprise as he fell forward. He didn’t think any one would respond that fast. Starrider forced himself to get up, and ran towards his wraith, but not before he chucked plasma grenade around the corner to slow down any would be pursuers. Destroyeron and Dr_Ron heard the familiar clink of a grenade hitting metal and ducked back into the med lab just as it exploded. Starrider jumped on his wraith, slammed the gas. He chucked another grenade over his shoulder for good measure, and drove towards the galaxy parked in a nearby forest. Starrider was part of the team sent to rescue dark flame from the clutches the Terran bastards. He was known for doing his job fast and well. He used to be a part of a team of four, but Dark flame decided he would rather pilot a max then risk his life on stealth Ops. The other two former members of his team were Destroyeron and Dr_Ron, the now infamous pilots of the firebirds and betrayers to the Vanu severity. He was now the only infiltrator and leader of his squad, and he planned to do everything in his power to rescue his friend. “This is Starrider to Dropship epsilon, do you copy I repeat do you copy”. “Starrider this is drop ship epsilon what your status is”. “I’m wounded, send three snipers to the edge of the forest to proved me with cover and prep for Evac. “Copy that Starrider the troops are inbound and we’re ready for takeoff”. “Roger that, thanks Hamma”. Starrider slammed the breaks just as he entered the cargo bay of the Galaxy, the sudden stop threw him out of his seat and he flew to the floor. Hamma rushed in and handed him a med kit. “Thanks” Starrider managed to choke out through the pain of removing the bullet from his thigh. Starrider finished tending to his wounds and stood up just in time to be knocked down by the combined force of fifteen sets of reaver engines. “Starrider this is sniper squad charley, the firebirds are incoming.” “Thanks for the heads up” Starrider said bitterly “get our best men into the AA MAXs, and equip all infantry with the phoenixes we raided from the NC last night”. “Roger that, charley out”. Starrider changed into a fresh infiltrator suite and loaded his Amp with tranquillizer darts. “A bullet may not kill a man but these things will pierce a MAX’s armor and put it to sleep” Starrider assured himself. He briefly checked that all his implants were in working order. He switched on his surge implant and turned around just in time to see Hamma lumber away in an AA MAX. Starrider got to the base entrance without a hitch; he turned on his sensor shield implant and proceeded to the med lab. Destroyeron heard footsteps but the concealed motion sensors and spit fire turrets he had set up after the incident registered nothing. “There are two explanations for this,” Destroyeron thought to himself. “One I’m hearing things, or two there’s an infiltrator with a sensor shield in the corridor outside. Dr_Ron did you here anything. No, but then again I wasn’t paying attention, I was tending to our patient. “Continue taking care of him” said Destroyeron as he grabbed two rocklet rifles and made sure they were loaded. Starrider was a little fatigued, the implants were taking their toll on his stamina. He decided to sit in the corner and catch his breath for a minute or two. Starrider first heard voices coming from the med lab, then footsteps. He armed a jammer grenade and made sure his Amp was loaded.

Commissar Shukov

AztecWarrior — Mon, 20 Mar 2006 05:25:22 GMT

Terran Republic Auraxis Expeditionary Force Manual 01B

Quote:

POLITICAL COMMISSARS (rank Junior Maj.)
If necessary, in armed groups known to have particularily poor field performance, excessive dissention, unexplained "communications failures" resulting in disobedience of orders, or any circumstances in which the STAFFCOM feels it is necessary, or at random, political comissars may be detached to a specific outfit to oversee operations. Commissars, equivalent in rank to Maj Jr., operate wholly outside of the Army chain of command and report directly, and exclusively, to the reigonal Defense Ministries. Commissars maintain the order and political integrity of a unit and are given full juidicial and executive powers befitting their roles in the field. In other words, they judge and can penalize even up to execution...

Reopen The Adventures of Jack Marslow?

Peacemaker — Sun, 05 Feb 2006 04:33:08 GMT

Ive been thinking about this for a while.... should I continue the epic?

A New Age for Auraxis

SnipeyMcGee — Fri, 03 Feb 2006 08:14:50 GMT

Just a link to the story I'm writing!

http://psforums.station.sony.com/ps/...essage.id=3160
Enjoy! :doh:

The New World (continued)

BUGGER — Sun, 15 Jan 2006 06:18:38 GMT

As you know the site closed down, everything went into the dust, and its too far away to....if you consider it, "bump" an old thread. Well now I got the next chapter to my old story. I made it a month ago and got its next chapter underway. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to where we set off.

Chapters 1-7

8. The Other Alliance

We slowed down to regular speed when we exited the gate into the sanctuary. It took only a few seconds to realize that the entire Terran population was inside the Sanctuary. Reavers flew over head, several Prowlers lined the outer rim of the Warpgate. We weaved through the vehicles and huddles of squads waiting for action towards the HART building. We slowed to a stop behind several Galaxies. One person looked over and back, then took another glimpse as to what he saw. Immediately he turned to his radio and from the HART building came Redskin with two other commanders. He came up and stared blank faced as we got out of the Maurder.

�Red it�s hard to explain what just happened,� I started. However Red seemed to know what happened already.

�No need Bugger, we already heard the story. Twice mind you. We have a major situation however that we have no idea about but most of us think its fake,� Redskin said. �Inside we have two other�s that came out, one of our own men and one from the Sovereignty. Come on.�

We walked inside to a deserted building, no movement what so ever. The HART was in, as along with the other three at their Villa�s. We walked up the stairs and through the hallway towards the Observation Deck where the soldiers must have been. The door opened and there sat a familiar tempered man waving his hands around trying to repeat his story twice. In the corner sat a man dressed in teal and purple.

�I swear he predicted this would happen!� Viper screamed. �After he told his story, Jefferson went into the beam and the whole place started falling apart! BUGGER!�

Viper turned around and ran to me, jumping on top of me and screaming about how he was thrilled how I am alive.

�Viper start over, what did Jefferson do?� I asked.

Viper started babbling, �The Vanu started with how these portals all happened after something in the ground, and they are directly connected to up here and it isn�t good and then Jefferson disappeared and now the cavern is full of Conglomerate soldiers�

I sat there confused.

�He isn�t going to understand a damn you said,� came the Vanu soldier. He offered me his hand, I accepted. �Alexander Logan, Vanu technician, geologist, and commander.� His badge shimmered in the light. �To make sense of what he said, the NC did something that seemed to just rip everything apart. I�ve been studying how Auraxix works and how to grab onto its technology. In the past month there was seismic on Amerish and Oshur. At the time Oshur was under siege by the TR, slowly taking one base at a time. We could have fought to uphold the continent but most of our forces were in Hossin. So we decided to make base in our safe zone, Amerish. Out of the blue we detected one of those warps on the radar. I patrolled the gate itself and got sucked in. I assume the same happened to you?�

�Yes,� I said. �But it only did that to us once. The second time we went through with ease.�

�We figured it was a sheer quincidence,� Logan shrugged. �We started studying after the battles ended. Considering nothing bad could come out it, we started collecting more facts about the cavern. After you and several other teams left to explore the tunnels we set off to find a way out. We started looking at the gate itself. Nothing in it ran. No life, no power, no movement of any kind. Then we explored the terminals and how the weapons and vehicles form. We took samples of that energy and went to the floating core of the cavern to get samples of its continuing energy. Both particles ran the same way, except they had some behaviors like a regular warpgate. Being as it was part of the Pact we made in the cavern. I told all empires about the find. Jefferson seemed to take interest.�

�That�s when everything went to hell!� Viper shouted from behind us.

�I didn�t know what to expect if anything ever touched the continuous beam inside the core.� Logan continued. �It only took me a few minutes to compare afterwards, I got no answer but a consequence.�

�And what is that?� I asked.

He looked up to my eyes, �That this world is a ticking time bomb.�

(continued)

Resurgence

jsloan31 — Mon, 27 Jun 2005 04:19:50 GMT

Chapter 1: Entry

Vanu Sovereignty Sanctuary
Highway C Blockade
Green Shift

"Screw this. It's going to be friggin' pissing tonight."
"Same with every Saturday, what's your point?"

After the Bending, each Sanctuary Planet had developed it's own unique weather formation, which occured at the same precise time each week. The New Conglomerate had received Blizzards, the Terran Republic got high wind speeds, and the Vanu Sovereignty inherited massive thunderstorms, with huge amounts of lightning as a bonus.

"I say we ditch the shift and go to the bar. Who's going to be crazy enough to get back IN to the city? Not like there's much there, anyway."
"Look. Blue Shift takes over at two. It's almost twelve. Can't you wait two hours?"

The soldier stared at the darkening sky.

"Not in the damn rain, I can't."
"Well fine, we'll take the Deliverer. Geez."

About a mile away, four shadows reached the fence.

"Now?"
"We wait."

The woman which the second voice belonged to slipped a little device out of her pocket, and unfolded it. A small circular blade emerged from it's tip.

The red blinking light at the top of the fence suddenly stopped blinking, as the first barrage of lightning attacked the ground. As it did every week, the lightning overloaded this portion of the fence, and would cause it to stay offline until the capacitors kicked in and drew the excess electricity away.

"Now." She leaped forward, and clicked a button on the device. The blade glowed blue, and she began to cut at the metal links.

"How long is this going to take?" A third person, emerging from a nearby bush.

"About five minutes, unless you want to climb over the top."

Deepstrikeck sighed, and looked up at the fence, estimating it to be about four times his height.

"I'd really rather not." He said.

Time passed, as the little blade cut a small hole, enough for one person to squeeze through.

"OK, go, quickly." Another click, and the blade disappeared. She put the device back in her pocket, and slid through.

The fourth person stayed on the other side, and began to repair the fence with a Nano Dispenser, before disappearing again.

Doop turned around and watched as the red light started to blink again, and heard the crackle of the water hitting the fence. He ran, following the others.

---

Half an hour later, the trio reached a small alley near the C-Cubed Building. A Civilian Deliverer was parked, barely visible in the darkness. Drenched, they stood by the left sideramp, as Doop kicked it.

It opened slowly, as a man lowered the Suppressor he was pointing at the entrance. "You sure look familiar." He smiled. "Care to explain how you got in?"

---

The Glitch

2coolforu — Fri, 24 Jun 2005 14:16:26 GMT

Every TR, VS and NC civillian knows about the secret research facilities each Empire has, but not their location and their secrets.

Location: 240 Km of the coast of cyssor
Fealty: New Conglomerate
Time: 10:41 AM Auraxis GMT
Use: R&D

Each Empire was in a constant race to better the others with technology, but often there were problems. Nanites are complex objects, and one wrong move could reprogram them and cause them to change, or even destroy, the entire universe, thats why every scientist stays a very large distance from altering nanites to their advantage, but on the New Conglomerate research base, 240 Km of the cyssor coast, on an island only a handfull of people know about, the lead technician received a call from New Conglomerate High Command.

Lead technician John Root, was sitting behind his desk, reviewing the latest experiments when his com-screen flashed red, and the words 'NC Command' appeared.

"Answer" He said to to the computer

A Mettallic voice enucated from the com-screen

" The NC high command, has decided to go ahead with research on altering nanites, we have discovered that the VS and TR are researching in the develpment of weapons of mass destruction, and we need a counter to this technology, we must have something that can wipe out both the Tyrannic republic and the Insanity of the Vanu Sovereignty"

"But medalling with the programming of nanites is hugely risky, one mistake and we could not only just wipe out the VS and TR, but the universe, and also the treaty every empire signed 3 days after the beginning of the unending war, the treaty not to disrupt the nanites in any dangerous way....2

The commander cut him off

"You will find us a WMD, or I will have you killed constantly for the rest of this war, you understand!"

"Yes Sir,Sorry Sir" Replied the technician

"Good, now get to work immidietly, we have not a second to lose"

"Yes Sir"

The commander cut the comlink, John sighed and held his head in his hands, the high command did not understand the technicalities of meddling with the nanite matrix, and also how difficult it was. Ah well, he thought, at least its something to do, he punched the island intercom up on the keyboard and explained what the High command had just said. 10 minutes later a flustered scientist charged up the stairs and burst into Johns office.

"Are the High Command mad! Changing nanites in the proposed way could cause them to forget the difference between destroyed particles and operative particles, nothing would deconstruct or reconstruct, corpses would come back to life, but they would just be empty shells, all personality lost because the person would respawn, the whole of auraxis would be covered in relative 'zombies' each one shooting anything!.."

John cut him off in mid sentence
"Im sure everything will be fine. And trust me, if we dont do this, then the High Command will be even worse than the possible zombies"

The scientist grimaced, then nodded, striding out of the room. That day, morale was at an all time low, staff muttered to each other in lowered voices, scientists continued their experiments, but with huge grimaces, everyone was unusually quiet, and they had good reason.

Location Terran Republic Sanctuary
Fealty: Terran Republic
Time: 17:28 Auraxis GMT
Use: Safe Zone, Civillian Housing.

Lieutennant Root, codenamed 2coolforu. Was sitting on a sofa in the Terran Republic Rapid Reaction Elite Units lounge, in the modified armour of the TR elite, true it was cubersome, and the thickness of it made anyone who wore it almost 12 foot high, it made whoever wore it tower above all soldiers, as the average TR soldier is 6 foot 10 inches in height, but to compensate it was made of an Almost indestructable alloy and also had tons of things wired inside it, like thermal vision, Automated targeting ect ect, but the most important thing was a device that super enhanced the wearers reactions and strength, and the suits armour had alsorts of things inside it that super-enhanced the strength on top of the hyper reactions and already enhanced strength, but by far the most important thing was the reactions, as it made everything seem in bullet time.

But there were downsides,the suit was attached to the spinal cord, so it is like a second skin, basically alive, but that also meant in the rare occasion that the suit is breached, the weared feels the pain, and also, if it is taken of too fast, then the spinal connection can sever the spinal cord and there are only 5 TR elites, and on top of that the VS and NC have their equivalants too.

Captain Short, a fellow TR elite strode into the room

"Hey Logan" She said in a jubilant tone

Logan Root did'nt reply, he was too busy thinking about his brother, and the day he had defected to the Conglomerate, it had been on Amerish, in the middle of a storm, his brother had been a fellow elite, and they'd just killed an NC Squad that had tried to take azeban, but one of the TR troopers had found a live, but badly injured NC cloaker, he had dragged him out into the courtyard, and was shooting him in the legs with a repeater, while taunting him. His brother had ran over and knocked the TR trooper over, saying that it was unfair, but then a TR commander walked over and went right up to John, and explained that the cloaker was an NC, and that they shouldnt be treated like normal humans, but as rats, vermin, things to be killed and then spared no though, John just looked back, ripped of his TR ensignia and ran of to the NC side of the island, leaving his older brother left to stare at the ground in amazement and sorrow, to him, he had lost his brother.

Vanu Zerg: A new Webcomic

Neolight — Sat, 04 Jun 2005 22:39:41 GMT

Creator: Neolight Co-Creater: Sable \\ The beggining of a giant project, In which we hope to perfect our spelling and eventually form a masterpiece upon the community we know so well, and maybe upon you as well. ** We don't mean to insult any NC here, and or, if you are insulted, the blame shall rest upon me. Please tell us if it sucks, or if we have something here... //As posted on the Planetside forums// -

Events are based on happenings on Emerald, anyone to be involved in the story will be asked for approval.

VS Rocken is Here !

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