485 Sky Pirates (1/2)
The New Kingdom of Mecca, Reachfield, United Nation Forward Operating Base
Captain Blake silently stood staring at the large screen set up with his hands clasped behind his back. His once form fitting uniform now slightly loose on his frame as he lost several kilos over the months. The display showed a greenish top down view taken from a circling reconnaissance FB - 1 Marine over the area of operations.
Blops of bright luminous glare occasionally colored the grainy greenish display and brought the outline of the focused image clearer. Flashes of light sprinkled on and off along the sides of the fat oval shape of the Protectorate flagship as the Marine helicopter gunships strafed the hull with their guns destroying any exposed weapon ports to disarm its teeth.
Bright streaks of tracer fire flickered all over the airship while several transport helicopters with blinking infrared beacons came hovering over the deck of the Protectorate airship. Blake watched the grainy images of Marines storming out of the transports and formed up before they headed into the ship through hatches.
”Sir, Marine Ops reports the second wave of Marines has landed,” An operator gave his report. ”They have a full company of Marines on board the enemy airship including one company of 101st. Wounded and the... dead are been transferred onboard...”
Blake nodded in acknowledgement as he kept his eyes on the screen. ”Sir, the Marine Griffins will be after the loading of wounded and returning for the third wave of reinforcement. ETA of third wave... forty five mikes!”
”CNO further reports all enemy airships destroyed,” The operated continued. ”Remaining enemy cargo airships are disabled too. Fleet is switching over to rescue and recovery operations. CNO is asking if there any further instructions in regards to any prisoner taken?”
Blake's eyes twitched slightly as he heard the report. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath to compose himself as a surge of anger rose from the depths of his soul before he answered in a coarse voice. ”Let... Commander Ford... decide how he wants to deal with any... prisoners... he has taken...”
”... Yes sir...”
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Protectorate Flagship Aggression, Upper Decks
Slow drained the whole packet of fruit juice before slipping it back into his pant's pocket. ”Ahh... I am healed!”
The medic rolled his eyes and replied, ”You lost some blood and the good thing about you green skins is that you recover fast! I gave you a minor healing spell already so you should be more than able to get back in the fight.”
”Thanks, doc!” Slow grinned, happy to go back into the fight. But his smile soon faltered as he gestured around the cabin turned temporary aid station where several bodies were laid out on ponchos and stretchers. ”How about my guys?”
”And all the guys from Section Three,” The medic added in a grim voice. ”Those farking Beetle Head's weapons are farking cruel... The stabs and cuts are bad enough... but still... they had to cook and burn the internal organs up...”
”Without getting any of the critically wounded to a high level doctor,” The medic clenched his fists in helpless anger. ”We can't do much for them... except to end their suffering...”
”The bloody Blue Boys weren't even as cruel as these farking Beetle Heads!” The medic cursed. ”And you were lucky! Your wounds weren't anywhere near any of your critical organs! And damn green skins always heal fast!'
Slow let out a deep breath and gave a heavy assuring pat on the medic's shoulder. He stood up and collected his weapon and said, ”They will be avenged.”
With that said, Slow walked out of the cabin and past the Marine guards who helpfully pointed the way to the sounds of battle. Slow gave a nod and made his way down the passageway his blood lust up. The sounds of gunfire grew louder and louder and bodies of red coated bodies were piled up along the passageway the closer Slow reached the front.
Slow saw the backs of his fellow Marines holding an intersection of the passageway. One group was laying suppressing fire into a hatchway where bodies were piled up like cordwood, yet there was no sign of the enemy's attack lessening as the fanatical enemy kept attempting to rush out.
After getting directions from the group of Marines holding the intersection, he continued deeper into the airship, looking for the rest of his men. Soon he found himself entering an area that looked vastly different with the remainder of the airship. The bulkheads were no longer in the ugly grey metal or wood and dimly lit.
Instead, the bulkheads in the new area were covered in polished dark wood panels, the decks were covered in a deep crimson carpet and glow lamps in crystal holders lit the way brightly. Slow was certain he has entered what they called 'officer land' as the decor was rich and beautiful, unlike the gloomy decks of the enlisted.
His footsteps were muffled by the soft carpet and because of his intent to reach the sounds of battle, he unexpectedly slammed into a body just as he turned around the corner. He was barely shaken by the impact as he weighed almost twice as heavy as the person who went sprawling back on the carpet.