As history etches itself onto the Australian sky, Andrey and Michael begin converging on the still-smoking Nissan. Caradoc braces against the Landie's hood and opens fire, hoping to keep the machinegunner's head down. Michael angles wide, staying out of his partner's line of fire, and sprints for all he's worth. He's covered perhaps half the distance when the Attar rises back to its feet and staggers toward him, its normal liquid speed now halting and jerky. One arm is limp and twitching but the other is bringing a pistol to bear.
Without stopping, Michael puts the red T of the P90's low-light reticle on the creature's chest and opens fire. The creature somehow bobs under the shots that should have shredded it and reciprocates the attention.
Pop-pop-pow-CRACK
Two rounds whip past the airman - then the alien's Glock explosively disassembles itself as the creature pulls the trigger on a squib load. The first expression Michael can recall seeing on an Attar's impassive face breaks, then, an exaggerated mask of incredulous shock.
The fuck is this inferior human technology?
Andrey, seeing Tri Budi still in the fight and Michael under fire in the open, skids to a halt and brings up his FNC. Improbably, the
Raduysya Mariya round slaps the Attar's right calf out from under it. The alien topples, falling out of the line of James' fire as the G-man punches out another huge .460 bullet.
Sébastien dashes for cover, dimly aware that he's drawing fire so the rest of his element can do something even more dangerous. His sprint catches the distant marksman by surprise, though, and he's able to cover quite a bit of ground before the shooter opens up. He flops down and returns fire, but again, neither rifleman scores.
As the long-range exchange continues, Hannah and Cooper erupt from behind the berm, spewing a plume of dust and gravel. Their charge takes them to within about eighty meters before the rifleman spots them and shifts his focus. A single spiteful round cracks out. The ATV bucks and loses speed as Hannah folds over the handlebars (
Hannah - slight wound, abdomen).
Sébastien, seeing the enemy rifle swing toward Hannah and Cooper, lashes out with another round but goes high. A half-second later, Cooper leans out around Hannah and walks a line of fire across the shooter's face. The Attar drops.
Michael checks his momentum on the Nissan's rear quarter panel and empties his magazine into his opponent's head at point-blank range. A moment later, he's scrambling backward, hastened by the memory of his last encounter with the searing green cloud erupting from the ruined thorax.
Caradoc arrives a few moments later, vz.52 outstretched in case the job isn't quite done. Perhaps twenty seconds later, Andrey pulls up, followed shortly thereafter by James and his arsenal.
A pair of sonic booms ripple across the landscape. The alien craft does something aerodynamically improbable and releases another trail of malevolent green
something. A fireball erupts at the line's endpoint, sixty million dollars of strike fighter coming apart in brief meteoric tracks as the rocket motors of ejection seats claw away from the deflagration.
The alien flight crew's moment of triumph is short-lived. The other Super Hornet pitches up and launches another missile, which tracks straight and true even as the extraterrestrial craft begins accelerating again. The missile's track merges with the red-orange heat glow. The team's radios shriek with redoubled static and the other ship staggers, trailing smoke or something worse.
Map: https://www.google.com/maps/d/...wQbg&usp=sharing
Ammo expenditures:
Crad -8 rounds
Michael -30 rounds
Andrey -1 round
James -1 round
Sébastien -2 rounds
Coop -10 rounds
Ranges:
Sébastien to pod: 250 meters
Hannah and Cooper to pod: 80 meters
Michael, James, Andrey, and Caradoc to pod: 500 meters
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:34, Wed 16 Dec 2015.
