391 Urban Warfare (1/2)
The city of Silverton, Citadel, Emperor's Quarters
Emperor Varacen was having a pleasant dream when suddenly he was shaken awake. He blinked his eyes in anger and confusion at the frightened eunuchs next to him, ”My Emperor! Wake up! Wake up!”
”What is the matter?” Varacen sat up and rubbed the sleep off his face. He paused and cocked his head to the side as his brain registered the clanking of bells outside the room. ”An attack?”
”Yes, my Emperor!” The eunuchs quickly kowtowed and before they tried to help dress the Emperor. ”The City is under attack!”
Emperor Varacen pushed away his eunuchs' hands and quickly strolled over to the window. He whipped aside the curtains and daylight flooded into the room. He stared with a flabbergasted expression as he saw columns of smoke rising from the distance and strange floating orbs all over the city skies.
”Who... what is attacking us?” Emperor Varacen stormed away from the window and his eunuchs quickly followed behind him carrying articles of clothing. ”Call and assemble the war council!”
Loud thunder could be heard, which made the ground tremble and the crystal windows and chandeliers rattled. ”Who dares to attack us!”
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The City of Silverton, Marketplace
Slow snuggled into a sitting position next to an overturned stall. He rested his machine gun's bipod on the side of the stall and watched the main street that led to the marketplace which he and a few other Marines had taken over.
He offhandedly grabbed a piece of fruit off the overturned stall and bit into it, enjoying the sudden sweet and sour tang of the fruit. As he took another bite, the Sergeant yelled, ”Contacts! Make ready!”
Slow tossed the half eaten fruit away and wiped his hand against his uniform and leaned forward into his machine gun's buttstock. Soon a column of Imperial soldiers wearing blue under silver plate mail and lugging along heavy shields and spears appeared around the corner.
”Wait for it...” The Marine Sergeant hissed to the hidden men. ”Wait for it...”
The clatter of steel toed boots grew louder and louder as the Imperial soldiers were rushing towards the city walls to reinforce the defenses. The column of unsuspecting Imperials entered the marketplace plaza and the Sergeant cried out, ”FIREE!”
Slow clenched his teeth hard as he held down the trigger, and the machine gun beneath him started jerking away like it was alive. The Sergeant and the rest of the Marines had set up a kill zone and it caught the surprised Imperials in a crossfire. Tracers from Slow's machine gun left smoking and burning holes on the bodies as the super hot tracers set fire to the clothing of the Imperials.
”Cease fire! Cease fire!” The Sergeant roared over the din of gunfire. ”Check fire!”
Bodies laid slurped where the ambush had taken place, and the blood slowly painted the plaza red. ”Check the bodies!”
Slow remained in his position as he kept watch on the street and the doorways and windows of the buildings around the plaza for any threats. The buildings around the plaza remained quiet and the windows were boarded, most likely the inhabitants were scared out of their minds and were in hiding.
”Thunder!” A yelled came from a side street and the Sergeant called back the answering code word. ”Flash!”
A group of Marines appeared warily, they watched their surroundings alertly and the Sergeant went up to greet them. As Slow returned to helping himself to the scattered fruits, someone called him, ”Hey Slow! Is that you?”
Slow turned around and saw a group of soldiers dressed differently from the Marines. Their armor was black and they carried a large variety of weapons. ”You guys... are Claymore One?”
Hitsu walked over and crouched next to Slow and joined him in choosing the spilled fruits. ”Long time no see!”
”What are you all doing here?” Slow asked curiously as he eyed the Claymore One members.
”What else?” Hitsu grinned and gave a wink. ”We are here for the Emperor!”
”Alright! Change of plans!” The Sergeant suddenly called out. ”The El Tee here wants us to support the assault on the gates from their rear!”
”So pack up your gear! And Slow! Stop eating the goddamn fruits!” The Sergeant growled at Slow who quickly stuffed a few more fruits into his pockets.
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”Wait a minute!” Sergeant Tyrier of the Hundred and First called out. ”Lieutenant... I thought you are agreed to provide support for me to the Keep where the Emperor is at?”
The Lieutenant shook his head, ”Sorry, Sergeant... Orders from Command just came in. They want all available units to support the assault on the walls. If the gates don't open... we are all screwed.”
”Shit!” Tyrier cursed. ”Alright, I guess we are on our own again...”
”Sorry,” The Lieutenant apologized. ”I can spare you some men... but not all of them...”
”Okay, I take all the help I can get!” Tyrier sighed. ”I will need the ASAG!”
The Lieutenant turned and looked at the spider golem following its handler's actions in picking up the fruits on the ground and stuffing them into any free space on its backpack. ”Eh... sure...”
”Sarge!” The Lieutenant turned to the Marine Sergeant. ”See who we can detail to Claymore One. And add in the ASAG too!”
”Yes, Sir!” The Marine Sergeant replied and he turned and eyed the gathered men. ”Alright, I need volunteers!”
”Ok! You, you, you and you!” The Sergeant snapped and picked out six Marines. ”And you too, Slow!”