Stalker had an enemy in his scope when he heard a whistle from his flank. Taking his sniper scope from his helmet, the sharpshooter turned his head toward Zarae whom had signaled him. Seeing her with two prisoners, Stalker hoped down from his sniping position and jogged over to her and the two drow prisoners of hers.
“Well, looks like you’ve had a little fun in your spare time,” he commented to Zarae in his deep, gruff voice; “though, nice work; these two should be easy to break, given the right tools and pressure. Anyways, nice one.”
Onix and Pyro made their way to the front of the lines, even as one of the remaining drow mages was reduced to screaming dust by Lynx's spell.
"Sir, if we get the chance, may I respectfully request to be trained under either of those two?" Pyro asked with a tone of hopefulness and eagerness in his voice, upon seeing the Disintegration spell do it's nasty work.
"Shut it, ya walking time-bomb," Onix muttered back under his breath. Sometimes he swore that Pyro did this just
to annoy him.
Hearing a scream of behind him, Onix turned to see an odd, small dragon looking creature fall to the wall of blades and fire, only to have two more spring up beside Ryltar. The clone did a double take as he shook his head and thought he was seeing images, but the two kobolds were very real, as they too screamed into the walls of death and died. The clone really got the run for his money when four kobolds popped out, and did the same thing.((I think, I'm not familiar with that spell))
"Whatever works, I suppose," Onix muttered to himself as he and Pyro made their way up to where Stalker and Zarae were. What Onix saw coming their way chilled his spine to the bone.
"Edge, Ironside; hold those damn bastards back, don't let them flank us!" he roared to his second in command and heavy weapons gunner. The constant, heavy staccato bursts of an M92
HMG and the roar of Ironside's Vulcan rotary gun were his answer and confirmation that they understood.
Onix knew that Lothir, Ryltar, Lynx and the newly arrived Drakin, with his odd imp, could take care of the remaining enemies. It was the army that approached them from the front that had the clone worried.
"Marines, fall back now; get to Ryltar and Lynx's position, NOW!"
The friendly soldiers did as they were instructed, pulling back to where Ryltar and Lynx were, firing as they did.
"We don't have time for this," he muttered to himself, knowing what he was about to do, but not liking it at all.
Turning to Pyro, Stalker and Zarae, the clone said, "Pyro, hold off any assholes that might try and get the drop on us from the right. Stalker, anyone that approaches from the front, take their head off. Zarae, if anyone tries to sneak up from behind me, Pyro or Stalker, I'm relying on you to kill them and kill them quickly."
"Yes sir," Stalker said in a cynical, yet content tone. His railgun started to track any unfortunate soul that came within their position.
"You got it, 180," Pyro replied, cocking his HMG. His M92 opened up with a grenade round to a cluster of enemies making their way to the group along the left, followed by timed bursts to anyone that came his way.
"Zarae, look out!" Pyro shouted through his helmet as four adamantine blades lunged for the drowess.
Looking out to the approaching army, Onix opened up his comlink.
"Theta-180 to Hawk-15, do you copy?" the clone said in the mick, signaling the gunship that had dropped the Marines.
"Copy, Theta lead, what are ya up for, over?" came the pilot's voice.
"15, I need to get a signal through to the Nighthammer
, can you transmit for me, over?"
"Can do, Theta lead; what do ya need from big guns upstairs, over?" the pilot asked with a sly chuckle.
"Quite literally, those guns, Hawk, over," Onix said with anxiety and stress building up.
"Rodger that, wait one while I get a link. . . ." the com went dead for a few seconds, but in the time of combat, those seconds felt like minutes; "alright, Theta, I got you a stable link, go ahead."
There was a click over the comm, then a new voice came over the comm.
FCC (Fire Control Center), what can we do for you,m Theta squad, over?"
, this is Theta-180, requesting an orbital bombardment at coordinates Alpha-13, Echo-25, over," Onix spoke into the mick, relaying the position of the approaching army in the distance.
There was a pause over the comm; "You DO realize what you're asking for, Master Gunnery Sergeant, don't you?!" the FCC operator asked Onix in an a surprised and very worried tone.
"Yes sir, that is correct, an orbital bombardment at the requested coordinates."
"Hold on, Theta lead; Relaying this through command, over . . . . ." the comm again went silent, then came back to life; "alright, Theta squad, we've got your coordinates logged in. You guys are gonna see some serious fireworks given your position to the attack radius, over."
"I realize that, Nighthammer
, but either those strikes come down, or we die here and now, over," Onix exclaimed into his helmet mick.
"Understood, Theta lead; keep your eyes on the skies. Positioning batteries, loading target coordinates. Alright, Theta, orbital bombardment incoming."
Within five seconds after the comm went dead, a blue plasma bolt twice the size of Onix came hurtling down from the sky and impacted the ground in front of the approaching army. The energy bolt ripped a hole into the earth, vaporizing dozens of figures in an instant and throwing an equal number around like rag-dolls.
Again, the sky lit up as another energy bolt came blasting down. Goblins, orcs, duergar, and drow were incinerated instantly as the energy blast impacted, setting fire to everything around it.
Another blast came down, followed by another and another. It was like the wrath of the gods personified as the rounds of super-heated energy rained down and vaporized anything that they hit. Onix's visor lit up as it reflected the light of each blast that came down.
Like a torrential rain, the energy blasts came; for 2 seconds straight, they blazed down from the sky, lighting everything up around them in an inferno of super-heated energy. Bodies melted and were reduced to dust as each plasma round impacted. When the last of the plasma rounds impacted, where the army had been, now only craters remained, as if a meteor shower had been channeled down upon them.
Onix stared into the empty wasteland that now had been formed and said "Nighthammer
((OOC: yeah yeah, I know I'm a nerd, but I don't care, that was fun