Post by Artilrian Barae on May 11, 2017 21:08:38 GMT
The smell of charred flesh, gunpowder and sweat was all that greeted him when he tried to take some deep breaths to ease the burning sensation in his lungs. They had lost their position and had been ordered to fall back to a more defendable position. That was the last order from their original commander as he had been shot in the back while they fled. In addition to him. two others from their ten men unit had been killed. Now they were only seven men left and were running for their lives, searching for anything that could provide them better protection from the Auxiliary Corps. Artilrian was running in the back and had been lucky to not be hit by the Ki blasts but right now that was not his main concern.
“Where to!?” one of the soldiers asked as they turned down another road, “we’re sitting ducks out here!”
“... Into the ruin over there, go go go!” the one up front, who had assumed direct command, answered after a bit, “before they find us!” The others quickly followed him inside and pressed themselves up against the walls to hide from view and tried to get their heartbeat and breath under control. Artil clutched his heart,he was in good shape but that sprint had taken its toll on him. Apart from his legs feeling like jelly, his lungs were burning from a lack of oxygen. Things weren’t much better for the rest of the unit either. They were worn out, afraid, and at a loss in regards to what they should do now. Even then their new squad leader said they had to move, otherwise they would be caught. In response to this Artil dared to sneak a peek outside and then quickly pulled back when he saw the enemy coming for them.
“Then i got bad news for you,” Artilrian said and gestured outside, “they’re coming for us already. 3 minutes at best.”
The others froze, how had they caught up so fast? It really wasn’t a surprise, they were fighting something not of this world, so everything they knew were potentially ready to be thrown out the window. Granted the BBA had trained them for something like this, however, there was a difference between a scenario and the real deal. Their commander told them to gather around, they had to think of something quickly.
Being forced into this position with their backs against the wall, they quickly settled on a last effort counterattack when the enemy reached the entrance. To this end they were all placed close to an exit point, be it a door or window. Those who were the best shots were given whatever extra ammunition they had left and the rest grabbed whatever they could use as a weapon, be it their shovels, knives or some of the debris. They were in position, they were caught, and they couldn’t run. They were ready.
Once their makeshift commander’s voice echoed through the building, ordering them to attack, the enemy was practically on top of them. Responding with a war cry of their own the soldiers leapt from their cover and dove in on the opponent with two staying behind and spraying the area with bullets. Their unusual approach left the enemy completely unprepared.
First into the fray was Artil armed with his sharpened field shovel. Crude as it might be it could be horrifically effective at cutting through flesh and bone, something he now aimed to prove.
The one that became his target was, surprisingly, a saiyan, only he had no tail and apparently was part of the Auxiliary Corp. Not that it mattered anyway, with his veins full of adrenaline Artil could care less about what he was facing, either he died or it died, simple as that. The saiyan seemed very confident in his victory and even allowed Artil to get the first hit, which produced a satisfying smack as the shovel hit the side of the alien’s head. Artil continued his offensive and got two more hits in before saiyan seemed to get over the shock that the earthling was able to actually pack a punch. Once he did however, the retaliation punch to Artil abdomen had the human gasp in pain and stumbling backwards while trying to regain his breath. He was then struck on the face and sent into the ground, causing Artil to drop his weapon. That was the least of his problems though as the saiyan then started to strangle him. Feeling his grip on life fading Artil grew even more frantic than he already was and tried to find something, anything that could get him free. Just as his vision started to blur he managed to find a rock off to the side. He got a hold of it and used it as a makeshift club to bash the saiyan in the head, drawing a bit of blood rather than just blunt trauma in addition to making the alien let go of his throat. Scrambling onto his feet and making a mad dash for his shovel, he then turned to face his enemy again. This time he made a quick adjustment to his grip on the shovel to expose its sharpened edge as the two fighters sized each other up briefly before engaging in their brawl again. This time the saiyan was the first to throw a punch, however, Artil barely managed to sidestep it and launched a downwards slash in return, making the shovel embed itself into the saiyan’s left shoulder. The attack caused the saiyan to scream as blood started to flow from the wound as Artil yanked the shovel free and prepared another attack when he was struck again. This time he was hit with enough strength to snap two of his ribs and be sent flying backwards a bit before landing while clutching his partly cracked rib cage as the saiyan came for him, clutching his bleeding shoulder. The tide seemed to have turned for him.
As it happened, so was it for the rest of the unit. Constant Ki blasts were suppressing the two gunners and the remaining four weren’t fairing much better. Two were already dead, one with a completely crumbled chest which had punctured his lungs and damaged his heart while the other was smoking from being shot down by Ki attacks. The commander was still fighting with all he got but now they had lost their advantage as the corps recovered and started to push them back. The other soldier that was still fighting tried to hit one of the enemy troops but was counter and had his arm broken in the process. He too collapsed, whimpering while clutching the broken limb. Under normal circumstances this was the point where one could be forgiven for giving up. They were all either wounded or pinned down, their new commander was still standing but was soon punched into the ground with a shattered jaw, rendering all the fighters in melee incapacitated. However, Artil wasn’t about to surrender and tried to get back up, his resolve only strengthened by the saiyan’s laugh. He would make that piece of alien filth regret ever coming here in the first place. Only he wouldn’t be fighting for much longer.
Suddenly, a mighty roar echoed through the street. With the Oozarus running rampant through the city, it wasn’t something new but this one was much much closer. Everyone, earthlings and Solar Empire warriors alike, froze and turned to see the red eyes of one of the great apes glaring at them with a bestial ferocity. There was no signs of remorse, no sign of intelligence, no emotions beyond a blind rage. It made chills run down everyone’s spines, even more so when it roared again before opening its mouth and prepared to unleash an Ki beam. Seeing as there was no way they could fight it or talk it out of it, everyone panicked and tried to get to safety. Artil managed to force himself up and run for the other side of the street before everything went to hell. Sadly, he wasn’t fast enough, but he was better off than most of them as the Ki beam was fired and the explosion it caused demolished the remaining building the unit had sought refuge in and sent everyone flying in all directions in addition to killing most of them instantly. Artil was sent flying across the street and through the wall of the building on the other side. The pain washed over him like a tidal wave as he crashed into the floor. His ears were ringing, his vision blurry and swimming, and his limbs just refused to obey him. It would seem that this was the end for him and, as much as he wanted to fight it, Artil realized that he was completely out of energy and couldn’t carry on. With one last sigh of effort he passed out.
Eventually Artil started to stir and opened his eyes. He was surprised to see that he was still alive and breathing, albeit a very painful breathing. His vision was still blurred and he had a hard time getting his bearings as he with a grunt rolled over on his stomach and pushed himself up onto his knees and eventually onto his feet. He stumbled to the nearest window for support and looked outside. The battle was still going and he caught a glimpse of what seemed like a golden Oozaru. He begged to whatever deity was watching over him that it was but a mental illusion caused by stress, as the normal apes were bad enough as it was. He then looked out to see the Auxiliary corp and his squad scattered around the area… all dead. In some way he should have expected it, but the sight still made tears stain his face as he started to sob, only to force himself to toughen up as the pain from the chest movement was unbearable and could post serious health risks if left untreated. Looking back towards the town center he actually caught sight of the golden ape again, and that was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back. He had had enough of this, he had to get away and it had to be fast. He started to stumble his way towards the city edge, once there he could hopefully signal for a medivac, however, as he passed a large amount of debris, something underneath it started to move and from the rubble crawled the very same saiyan from before, having somehow survived the blast. He looked even worse for wear than before as he tried to crawl to safety, unaware of Artil’s presence. It would be his undoing. Artil looked for his shovel, but couldn’t find it, no doubt it had been destroyed. Instead he reached for his knife and walked towards the crippled alien. His vision was all but red, all he felt when he looked on the saiyan was blind, undiluted rage. With everything the Solar Empire had brought onto the earth’s population, on to him, in such a short time he was more than willing to take out his aggression on this… monster. The saiyan stopped moving, he had detected him, but even then he was practically powerless as Artil forced the saiyan onto his back so he could see the crippled soldier eye to eye. Artil then knelt onto the saiyan’s chest and took a firm hold of his jaw as he glared down at him with the most hateful expression he had ever worn on his face.
“Welcome to earth,” he snarled and raised the blade high. Funny, for a moment the saiyan seemed to actually be afraid of him, if only for a moment, “go to hell, you monster!” Then the knife was plunged into the saiyan’s exposed throat, withdrawn and brought down again. This continued until Artil’s sleeves and gloves were covered in blood and the saiyan was well and truly dead. First then did Artil holster his blade and start his slow walk out of the city, hoping to remain unseen until he was safe.
Upon reaching the outside of the city he got into cover behind some bushes and tried to power up his radio.
“Fi- field operative… Ba- Barae repor- reporting in,” he managed to say in a vain hope that he could reach someone friendly without the use of the booster unit, which was already destroyed, “si- situation… critical… entire unit… killed. O- only... survivor. Seve- severe injuries… sustained. Re- requesting… requesting immediate… medevac… over.”
He sat there and felt the pain subside slightly, but whether it was because he was going numb or dying from internal bleeding was anyone’s guess. He was about to lose hope when his radio buzzed and came to life.
“Operative Barae, this is command, it’s good to hear that at least one of you survived,” the officer on the other end said with some relief, “we’re ready to dispatch a medical flyer to pick you up. State your location.”
“So- southeast of the- of North Capitol,” Artil answered, he was starting to feel lightheaded, “i- i can’t keep conscious, engaging short range tracking beacon… ov- over.”
“Roger that, medical crew has been alerted, hang in there soldier, we’re coming for you. ETA. 10 minutes, max.”
Artil couldn’t respond, he just turned on his tracker and then fought the darkness that was starting to invade his vision. He knew he was losing this battle and that it wasn’t long before he would lose consciousness again. Sure enough he could feel his grip on consciousness, and even life, starting to fade entirely. It would appear the medical team would be too late. It just wasn’t good enough, was it? Going through all this only to die behind some bushes with less than five minutes to go before salvation could reach him. It just wasn’t… fair. But in the end, life was never fair. As he collapsed on the ground once again the last thing he heard was the sound of a VTOL setting down and with what remained of his vision he managed to see three humans coming towards him as fast as they could. Either he was incredibly lucky or maybe, just maybe, someone or something was watching over him. Then he gave into the darkness and passed out once more, but now there was a chance that he could be saved.
“Where to!?” one of the soldiers asked as they turned down another road, “we’re sitting ducks out here!”
“... Into the ruin over there, go go go!” the one up front, who had assumed direct command, answered after a bit, “before they find us!” The others quickly followed him inside and pressed themselves up against the walls to hide from view and tried to get their heartbeat and breath under control. Artil clutched his heart,he was in good shape but that sprint had taken its toll on him. Apart from his legs feeling like jelly, his lungs were burning from a lack of oxygen. Things weren’t much better for the rest of the unit either. They were worn out, afraid, and at a loss in regards to what they should do now. Even then their new squad leader said they had to move, otherwise they would be caught. In response to this Artil dared to sneak a peek outside and then quickly pulled back when he saw the enemy coming for them.
“Then i got bad news for you,” Artilrian said and gestured outside, “they’re coming for us already. 3 minutes at best.”
The others froze, how had they caught up so fast? It really wasn’t a surprise, they were fighting something not of this world, so everything they knew were potentially ready to be thrown out the window. Granted the BBA had trained them for something like this, however, there was a difference between a scenario and the real deal. Their commander told them to gather around, they had to think of something quickly.
Being forced into this position with their backs against the wall, they quickly settled on a last effort counterattack when the enemy reached the entrance. To this end they were all placed close to an exit point, be it a door or window. Those who were the best shots were given whatever extra ammunition they had left and the rest grabbed whatever they could use as a weapon, be it their shovels, knives or some of the debris. They were in position, they were caught, and they couldn’t run. They were ready.
Once their makeshift commander’s voice echoed through the building, ordering them to attack, the enemy was practically on top of them. Responding with a war cry of their own the soldiers leapt from their cover and dove in on the opponent with two staying behind and spraying the area with bullets. Their unusual approach left the enemy completely unprepared.
First into the fray was Artil armed with his sharpened field shovel. Crude as it might be it could be horrifically effective at cutting through flesh and bone, something he now aimed to prove.
The one that became his target was, surprisingly, a saiyan, only he had no tail and apparently was part of the Auxiliary Corp. Not that it mattered anyway, with his veins full of adrenaline Artil could care less about what he was facing, either he died or it died, simple as that. The saiyan seemed very confident in his victory and even allowed Artil to get the first hit, which produced a satisfying smack as the shovel hit the side of the alien’s head. Artil continued his offensive and got two more hits in before saiyan seemed to get over the shock that the earthling was able to actually pack a punch. Once he did however, the retaliation punch to Artil abdomen had the human gasp in pain and stumbling backwards while trying to regain his breath. He was then struck on the face and sent into the ground, causing Artil to drop his weapon. That was the least of his problems though as the saiyan then started to strangle him. Feeling his grip on life fading Artil grew even more frantic than he already was and tried to find something, anything that could get him free. Just as his vision started to blur he managed to find a rock off to the side. He got a hold of it and used it as a makeshift club to bash the saiyan in the head, drawing a bit of blood rather than just blunt trauma in addition to making the alien let go of his throat. Scrambling onto his feet and making a mad dash for his shovel, he then turned to face his enemy again. This time he made a quick adjustment to his grip on the shovel to expose its sharpened edge as the two fighters sized each other up briefly before engaging in their brawl again. This time the saiyan was the first to throw a punch, however, Artil barely managed to sidestep it and launched a downwards slash in return, making the shovel embed itself into the saiyan’s left shoulder. The attack caused the saiyan to scream as blood started to flow from the wound as Artil yanked the shovel free and prepared another attack when he was struck again. This time he was hit with enough strength to snap two of his ribs and be sent flying backwards a bit before landing while clutching his partly cracked rib cage as the saiyan came for him, clutching his bleeding shoulder. The tide seemed to have turned for him.
As it happened, so was it for the rest of the unit. Constant Ki blasts were suppressing the two gunners and the remaining four weren’t fairing much better. Two were already dead, one with a completely crumbled chest which had punctured his lungs and damaged his heart while the other was smoking from being shot down by Ki attacks. The commander was still fighting with all he got but now they had lost their advantage as the corps recovered and started to push them back. The other soldier that was still fighting tried to hit one of the enemy troops but was counter and had his arm broken in the process. He too collapsed, whimpering while clutching the broken limb. Under normal circumstances this was the point where one could be forgiven for giving up. They were all either wounded or pinned down, their new commander was still standing but was soon punched into the ground with a shattered jaw, rendering all the fighters in melee incapacitated. However, Artil wasn’t about to surrender and tried to get back up, his resolve only strengthened by the saiyan’s laugh. He would make that piece of alien filth regret ever coming here in the first place. Only he wouldn’t be fighting for much longer.
Suddenly, a mighty roar echoed through the street. With the Oozarus running rampant through the city, it wasn’t something new but this one was much much closer. Everyone, earthlings and Solar Empire warriors alike, froze and turned to see the red eyes of one of the great apes glaring at them with a bestial ferocity. There was no signs of remorse, no sign of intelligence, no emotions beyond a blind rage. It made chills run down everyone’s spines, even more so when it roared again before opening its mouth and prepared to unleash an Ki beam. Seeing as there was no way they could fight it or talk it out of it, everyone panicked and tried to get to safety. Artil managed to force himself up and run for the other side of the street before everything went to hell. Sadly, he wasn’t fast enough, but he was better off than most of them as the Ki beam was fired and the explosion it caused demolished the remaining building the unit had sought refuge in and sent everyone flying in all directions in addition to killing most of them instantly. Artil was sent flying across the street and through the wall of the building on the other side. The pain washed over him like a tidal wave as he crashed into the floor. His ears were ringing, his vision blurry and swimming, and his limbs just refused to obey him. It would seem that this was the end for him and, as much as he wanted to fight it, Artil realized that he was completely out of energy and couldn’t carry on. With one last sigh of effort he passed out.
Eventually Artil started to stir and opened his eyes. He was surprised to see that he was still alive and breathing, albeit a very painful breathing. His vision was still blurred and he had a hard time getting his bearings as he with a grunt rolled over on his stomach and pushed himself up onto his knees and eventually onto his feet. He stumbled to the nearest window for support and looked outside. The battle was still going and he caught a glimpse of what seemed like a golden Oozaru. He begged to whatever deity was watching over him that it was but a mental illusion caused by stress, as the normal apes were bad enough as it was. He then looked out to see the Auxiliary corp and his squad scattered around the area… all dead. In some way he should have expected it, but the sight still made tears stain his face as he started to sob, only to force himself to toughen up as the pain from the chest movement was unbearable and could post serious health risks if left untreated. Looking back towards the town center he actually caught sight of the golden ape again, and that was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back. He had had enough of this, he had to get away and it had to be fast. He started to stumble his way towards the city edge, once there he could hopefully signal for a medivac, however, as he passed a large amount of debris, something underneath it started to move and from the rubble crawled the very same saiyan from before, having somehow survived the blast. He looked even worse for wear than before as he tried to crawl to safety, unaware of Artil’s presence. It would be his undoing. Artil looked for his shovel, but couldn’t find it, no doubt it had been destroyed. Instead he reached for his knife and walked towards the crippled alien. His vision was all but red, all he felt when he looked on the saiyan was blind, undiluted rage. With everything the Solar Empire had brought onto the earth’s population, on to him, in such a short time he was more than willing to take out his aggression on this… monster. The saiyan stopped moving, he had detected him, but even then he was practically powerless as Artil forced the saiyan onto his back so he could see the crippled soldier eye to eye. Artil then knelt onto the saiyan’s chest and took a firm hold of his jaw as he glared down at him with the most hateful expression he had ever worn on his face.
“Welcome to earth,” he snarled and raised the blade high. Funny, for a moment the saiyan seemed to actually be afraid of him, if only for a moment, “go to hell, you monster!” Then the knife was plunged into the saiyan’s exposed throat, withdrawn and brought down again. This continued until Artil’s sleeves and gloves were covered in blood and the saiyan was well and truly dead. First then did Artil holster his blade and start his slow walk out of the city, hoping to remain unseen until he was safe.
Upon reaching the outside of the city he got into cover behind some bushes and tried to power up his radio.
“Fi- field operative… Ba- Barae repor- reporting in,” he managed to say in a vain hope that he could reach someone friendly without the use of the booster unit, which was already destroyed, “si- situation… critical… entire unit… killed. O- only... survivor. Seve- severe injuries… sustained. Re- requesting… requesting immediate… medevac… over.”
He sat there and felt the pain subside slightly, but whether it was because he was going numb or dying from internal bleeding was anyone’s guess. He was about to lose hope when his radio buzzed and came to life.
“Operative Barae, this is command, it’s good to hear that at least one of you survived,” the officer on the other end said with some relief, “we’re ready to dispatch a medical flyer to pick you up. State your location.”
“So- southeast of the- of North Capitol,” Artil answered, he was starting to feel lightheaded, “i- i can’t keep conscious, engaging short range tracking beacon… ov- over.”
“Roger that, medical crew has been alerted, hang in there soldier, we’re coming for you. ETA. 10 minutes, max.”
Artil couldn’t respond, he just turned on his tracker and then fought the darkness that was starting to invade his vision. He knew he was losing this battle and that it wasn’t long before he would lose consciousness again. Sure enough he could feel his grip on consciousness, and even life, starting to fade entirely. It would appear the medical team would be too late. It just wasn’t good enough, was it? Going through all this only to die behind some bushes with less than five minutes to go before salvation could reach him. It just wasn’t… fair. But in the end, life was never fair. As he collapsed on the ground once again the last thing he heard was the sound of a VTOL setting down and with what remained of his vision he managed to see three humans coming towards him as fast as they could. Either he was incredibly lucky or maybe, just maybe, someone or something was watching over him. Then he gave into the darkness and passed out once more, but now there was a chance that he could be saved.