Sniping101 wrote:Snipes stared blankly into the eyes of his snow trooper helmet.

“I really hate these things.”

“Everybody does.”

Snipes grumbled at RB's response. Without taking his eyes off the eye visors of the helmet Snipes reached down to his side and rummaged around in his duffel bag. It took him a second to find what he was looking for. He popped the top off the cylinder and bounced across the room. Snipes shook the can and then squeezed the top, aiming it at the helmet. Back and forth, he painted light gray lines across it randomly. He dropped the helmet, letting it click against the ground and roll away. He ignored it and picked up the next piece of armor, doing the same to it.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Snipes turned his head slowly to see Arnaut. “Adapting. Grey and black lines will help break up our outline against the snow, especially at distance or in shadows. At night there is no beating it.” Snipes spoke around his cigarette, dissinterestedly, while absently still spraying lines on the chest plate.

“You take spray paint everywhere you go?”

“Pretty much. You'd be surprised how demoralizing graffiti can be, and they make a good improvised incendiary. Hell, sometimes it's just fun to spray paint an armored enemies visor and watch them flail around.”

“You're sick in the head.”

“That's what they tell me,” Snipes said, going back to his work with the armor.

Around him RAIDERS were following suit. Gray and black lines crisscrossing the armor all around, it wasn't as good as real camouflage, but it would do in a pinch. Snipes really hated the armor. Of course there wasn't a shortage of things he hated, so it really didn't matter. Other equipment was pretty standard, StA-52, M4 and silencer, Combat Knife, Flask, backup Flask, cigarettes and a variety of explosives. The rest of the squad had an equally eclectic display of weapons. He'd O.K.ed each of them though.

Snipes dropped the final legging of his armor and stood up. “Alright everyone, suit up, just a few minutes before they drop this bug towards the planet. Lets kick some ass and take some names. Just remember, we need to bring oh-what's-his-face in alive. They made no mention of what condition he had to be in.”

The squad chuckled and then turned their attention to either finishing prepping their armor or donning it. Snipes was in the latter category, slowly, piece by piece putting the bulky and uncomfortable armor on. All except the helmet, he left it on the seat next to him so he could continue smoking. Virius wandered over and checked Snipes armor for him, then Snipes returned the favor. It wasn't an unusual practice in RAIDERS to get someone to double check your armor for you, many of them had seen what happened when the armor failed or wasn't worn properly and the severity of the planet demanded that the armor be functioning correctly.

The drop alarm blared. Snipes almost jumped, despite expecting it and despite being ready for it. “Buckle up for safety kids!”

Snipes strapped himself in, attached the helmet to his belt with the chin strap and held on. Snipes could feel the ship moving slightly, inertial dampeners had a way of retarding that feeling. He could tell it was moving, and moving and then. . .plummeting. The turbulence grew, shaking everyone in their seats, throwing unsecured gear around and generally making life inconvenient. Snipes didn't know how many times he had been through this drill, but it had stopped bothering him long ago. His favorite part was watching greenies turn green. RAIDERS however were glancing around, bored. Otto seemed to have fallen asleep.

Then, the sudden jolt of the repulsors turning on, jolting everyone in their seat before slowly drifting down for a second, then the barely felt impact of hitting ground as the landing gear absorbed most of the shock.

Snipes tossed what remain of the cigarette out of his mouth and strapped his helmet on. Just a hair of a second later the bay doors and loading ramp for the dropship opened, Snipes let himself out of his restraints and wandered over to the door.

“God damn I hate these planets.” Snipes stared out at a vast expanse of nothing. All rolling hills of snow and ice and everything he hated.  “Alright, lets get these sleds out of here, no point lingering, I want to get this job done, then go home and drink for a week. You're all invited. It'll be great.”

"Dragging you home is never fun." Virius said, standing next to him. Snipes could hear the joke, but he was just too depressed to laugh.

Zeshaun wrote:Zeshaun could feel the sweat trickeling down the side of his face, he thought they would never get out of that one alive.

"Well done." Zeshaun said nodding toward Requiem.

"Thanks." Requiem said.

A sudden roar broke the silence in the halls.

"What was that?" Nick said nervously.

"It sounded like a roar to me." Zeshaun said not worried.

"Thanks, I couldn't have figured that out by myself." Nick said.

The roar came again, closer this time.

"Okay now I'm worried." Zeshaun said fidgeting with his gun.

The wall exploded in a wave of shrapnel and snow. A large lizard like creatures covered in bony plates came through. It had two horns and a long tail with barbs on it.

"Well that's not native to this planet." Alan said running backwards.

The whole squad was racing down the halls trying to get away from the creature.

"They must keep it as a pet or something." Zeshaun said.

"Well that's not exactly your average pet now is it." Lucky said firing a couple shots back.

"(Grenades!)" Nova roared.

Zeshaun watched 4 grenades roll back toward the monster. Geez, Nova seems to have an unlimited supply of Grenades. Zeshaun thought laughing to himself.

A large explosion ensued and the squad stopped and turned, guns ready. It was silent and the snow and shrapnel from the grenades slowly fell to the ground.

"I think it's dead." Zeshaun said,

"Why do you say these things?" Alan said "You realize the creature is just going to pop up again because you said that."

Zeshaun laughed, a large shadow was outlined in the snow. Zeshaun's eyes grew big. Oops, maybe Alan was right.

The creature leapt through the snow screen and let out a deafening roar. It swiped it's tail and the walls dented. The horns left huge gashes in the ceiling.

"Sorry." Zeshaun said.

Everyone in the squad turned back to look at Zeshaun. They started firing round after round at the creature. Nova threw more grenades but nothing seemed to be working. Requiem even tried some more of his anti-tank rockets, but those only managed to hurt the creature and make it angrier. What the hell have we gotten ourselves into. Zeshaun thought as he crouched to reload his shotgun.

OOC:

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Shenbit_bonecrusher

-_Requiem_- wrote:Requiem watched as the large creature continued to bleed from it's eye, Its anger was astounding and it was looking to Alan the most. Swinging its tail. Requiem looked to the large Creature and saw that the stomach of the large creature was unprotected. Requiem began to think on a plan and than came up with a plan and asked help from his squad members.

" An Eye for an Eye I suppose " Zeshaun said out loud as the squad looked to him.

" Not Helping. . .! " The squad said in unison as they slowly crept farther back with the creature advancing.

" Well a eye for a body than "Zeshaun said under his breath. Requiem laughed and than saw 2 large containers to the Far right and the left of the small hallway. He walked over to the far right canister and kicked it over its Contents spilled out and layered the floor in a blue fluid.

" Okay, Everyone wants this thing dead right ? "Requiem asked them slowly. The squad said yes over the ComLink one after another as Requiem looked to Alan, He gestured to the creature's stomach as Alan saw what he was going for. They soon made a plan with the few minutes they had left.

" Ready everyone? Go " Requiem smiled as Zeshaun slowly began to jump up and down as the monster looked in his direction.

" H-Hey You. . . Uh Ugly Bucket "The squad looked to Zeshaun and than gave him an unusual look.

" What ?? I'm trying to think on the spot. . . " The monster traveled in Zeshaun's direction as the rest of the squad fired. Requiem saw Alan run toward the large creature's chest as he than dropped to the floor and slid along the Oily content's below him, he slid along under the large breast of the beast and fired at its stomach. The Creature made a gut wrenching yell and crumpled to the ground. A loud noise came from its nostrils as it than stopped breathing.

" Nice shooting " Lucky said to Alan as he got up, covered in a Thick Blue like gooey substance.

" Okay i swear this is some kind of Jet Fuel. . . So no one light a match " Alan said this out loud as he squelched along on the metal floor and tried to wipe it off. The squad turned around as they heard the lighting of something against a match box as they saw Zeshaun with a small Rheagant cigar in his hand and a match in the other about to throw it on Alan.

" What ? Uh. . .their addicting ? " Zeshaun looked to the squad with a large smile on his face.

It seemed Nick was the only one wondering about why their was Jet fuel in the Storage Bay and he continued to think on the subject. Jet fuel 'eh ?

Dante wrote:Dante drifted in and out of consciousness, his moments of near-wakefulness punctuated by the sounds of battle. There were screams and blaster fire, punctuated by orders echoing from Dante's helmet, which was currently lying near his right arm.

Turning his head slightly, the trooper felt a brief twitch of nausea at the sight of his left arm. The hand was missing, along with part of his lower arm. The Noghri had severed it at the exposed intersection of his gauntlet and the regular armour, and the stump was now covered in bloodstained bandages and bacta patches. Turning his head to the other side, Dante saw Gaz lying unconscious nearby, his head covered in crimson-stained dressings.

Still lightheaded, the trooper fumbled around for a weapon, and felt something metallic and long. Grabbing the blaster pistol with his remaining hand, the trooper crawled to a piece of debris and used that to drag himself up to a semi-standing position.

Meters away, the two Noghri continued to leap and twist around the remaining RAIDERS, limbs and blades blurred to the point of near-invisibility. Blaster rifles were slapped out of gloved hands, armour plates were sliced to shreds by humming blades, and vibroswords clanged against each other as some RAIDERS resorted to melee weaponry.

Propping himself up against the debris, Dante took careful aim at one of the two Noghri fighting the RAIDERS. It was the larger of the two, and the first one to attack the squad, and was attacking..no playing with Rogueboy. As Dante prepared to fire, it swung the sword into the Platoon Sergeant's leg and he dropped to his knees. That gave Dante the opening he needed and he squeezed, then held the trigger.

The first shot thudded against the Noghri's chest, melting through the tunic the monster wore and burning its flesh. With a long, drawn-out snarl, the assassin turned to face its new attacker, all but shrugging off the progressively faster volleys of shots Dante fired at it. As the alien stomped towards him, Dante realized that he had made a huge mistake.

Suddenly, the creature stopped, a confused look on its face. More blue-grey liquid dribbled from its open mouth, running down its jaw and soaking its tunic. It took one final step towards Dante...and toppled over face-first into the Tadeth dust, revealing the throwing knife sunk into its back.

Slightly unsteady, Rogueboy tottered as he spat on the monster's prone corpse, then fired a sustained burst from his A-280 into the body. Incredibly, the monster had been alive until then, as shown by the roars of pain and writhing. Some part of Dante's mind noted this and reasoned that this might be why one of the creatures that had supposedly been killed by Jester was attacking them. Rogueboy continued to fire until his rifle's power cell was empty, then switched to his slugthrower. By the time the trooper stopped, the creature's head was in pieces, along with a good part of its uppper chest.

"And stay dead!" Rogueboy muttered, giving the body a kick. He was answered by a feral snarl and curses in an alien tongue.

I think we just made the other one mad...

OOC:

So we killed one of the Noghri. Mind you, this was through sheer luck alone. The other...the squad will be lucky to get away alive and with most of their limbs still attached.

Dante wrote:The squad opened up at once, pumping energy bolts and slugthrower rounds into the cubic half meter of space that the alien had occupied. Not a single round hit its target. The Noghri was a blur of motion as it dropped the submachine guns and belt, then went spinning through the air in patterns more like those of a dancer or an acrobat than an assassin.

The squad adjusted its aim to follow the creature's movement, but the RAIDERS were always a shade too slow to hit the alien. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, the Noghri leaped over a crumbling wall and stopped, clawed feet clinging to a bare pole jutting out from a ruined windowsill.

Then, it did something completely unexpected. It gave the RAIDERS a cheery wave with its right hand. At the same time, the squad fired on it again, but it was already gone by the time the bolts impacted. As chunks of duracrete and ash particles drifted down from the smoldering crater behind where the alien had stood, the RAIDERS nervously looked from side to side, searching for signs of the elusive alien. The troopers slowly backed into each other, forming a loose circle facing outwards.

"Damn it, where did that little freak go..." Gaz muttered, his surprise showing even through the rebreather's distortion.

"Quiet!" Snipes barked. "The bastard's just trying to unnerve us."

With that, the squad was silent.

"Damn, damn, damn...." Dante muttered, checking that his COM was off first. A flash of blue-grey flickered in the corner of his vision and disappeared again.

"Contact!" Dante yelled, and nearly groaned when he realized that none of his squadmates had heard him. Reactivating his comlink, he repeated the statement.

"Contact over there, that pair of apartment towers."

"Nothing on visuals or thermals...are you sure?"

"Positive." Dante replied, his voice steady. Frowning, the trooper turned slightly as he expanded on his explanation to Snipes.

That was the only thing that saved his life as the wicked, jagged dagger flew past a centimeter away from his neck and hit Gaz in the shoulder. The trooper yelled in pain as blood began to pour from the wound.

"There, on that ledge!" Dante yelled as the Noghri emerged onto the balcony from its hiding place. It waited for the RAIDERs to fire, then literally threw itself down at the squad.

It landed on its hands and feet, breathing slightly faster than usual. Dante had time to notice a tiny pool of ichor dripping down its legs and wonder if the RAIDERS had inflicted the wound before it lunged towards him.

Grimly chucking, the trooper raised his deece to firing height and began to squeeze the trigger...only to drop the rifle as unbelievable pain flared in his left arm. Suddenly, half of his body seemed to be covered in blood, and he couldn't move his arm. Dante felt faint as he dropped to his knees, and had a sudden moment of realization as he felt the emptiness where his hand should have been. The little freak had severed his left arm. As the world blurred and turned black, the last thing Dante heard was Rogueboy's voice.

"RAIDER down, repeat RAIDER down!"