Another update: Part eight. With all the noise of poppers, caselesses, and auto cannons in the main street they never heard us force the simple hasp lock leading into the back of one of the stores facing Market Street. Hopper, the noob with the popper and I slipped into a small storage area and crept up to the door into the main shop without incident. Our remotes across the street were telling us that three rebel infantry were taking cover I the dress-makers shop I’d chosen; we’d have to take them out quick and get our shot before they registered as casualties on the Heimdall’s net. Not that they were necessarily tied into it, but assumptions make you dead. It was too close to risk a transmission, so I simply held up three fingers until the other two raised closed fists in assent the counted them down three, two, one. Hopper didn’t bother kicking the door down, he simply crashed right through it and dropped on his face to give the noob a clear field of fire. He in turn fired off the three Gagger rounds he’d already selected from his mag. Nasty little things intended to deal with unarmored or lightly armored combatants, they sprayed a form of spun fiberglass which would shred them but wouldn’t penetrate the armor of our SUTs. The three luckless rebels never knew what hit them, shards from the grenades ripping through the thin weave where their much lighter flak armor covered their joints and neck. A few of them pinged off of me too as I charged through the door and right over Hopper to drop into a firing position, leveling the modified laser at the join between turret and body of the tank. The first part had gone so textbook it should have been no surprise what happened next. I squeezed the trigger but instead of the millisecond of devastating firepower I’d expected I got a targeting laser, a feature I hadn’t realized was built into my civilian equipment to ensure the proper point of aim had been achieved before the cutting beam activated. Shit. A lot of things happened very quickly after that. I suppose Mercury was with us in that the gunner was as completely surprised as I was. Although the turret snapped around whippet-fast to bear on us he triggered a three round burst from the autocannon as he did so rather than more sensibly hosing us down with the heavy caseless next to it. Had he not panicked we’d have undoubtedly all been killed. As it was the poor benighted noob managed to get in the path of one of the rounds and end up splattered all over the storage room from the waist up. While he was redecorating I was franticly pulling the trigger a second time, praying Rat hadn’t screwed up the wiring job. My efforts were rewarded with a ravening if now ill-aimed blast as the main beam hit the body of the vehicle just down and to the left of where I’d first aimed. As luck would have it turns out that this was directly through the primary ammunition bay. I’d also note both that the failsafe worked exactly as I’d expected it to, and that my improvised anti-tank weapon was far, far more powerful than it needed to be. The explosion was everything you’d expect, images Hippy showed me later were nothing more than a crater with some metal junk in the bottom of it, unrecognizable as the war machine it had been. Sixty or so rebels had also been moving up with it and were turned into goo. Hopper and I had the briefest glimpse of the fireball expanding toward us before it flooded the store and threw us around like rag dolls, knocking us out.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Oct 2013 04:33:10 +0000
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