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round from the second burst tore away his left knee.
The Reeker shooters that had previously been enjoying the shooting gallery of the kill zone were starting to fall back in the face of the increasingly stiff resistance from both cor-sec troopers and the two salvage marines.
The brief reprieve from the punishing crossfire had given the remaining cor-sec troopers a chance to break out of the kill zone and spread their numbers into several of the shacks and canvas covered structures around the plaza. The high pitch cracks of the cor-sec pistols and the stout barks of their shotguns added to the cacophony of Reekertown.
Samuel continued to use his iron sights to swiftly spread fire across the plaza, hitting any point he either saw or suspected a hostile shooter, until his magazine clicked dry once more. The marine swiftly reloaded and checked his mag pouches to discover that he was already down to his last two.
Close quarters urban warfare always consumed more ammunition, given how important suppressing and sustained fire was in advancing position, as well as bracketing fire for eliminating enemy snipers.
Samuel scampered across the shack over to Spencer's body, relieved to find that the marine still clung to life, however weakly.
Spencer's armor was cracked in several places and he was bleeding from multiple wounds. Samuel swiftly dosed the marine with more booster shots and affixed a quick pressure patch on all the most obvious wounds. There was little that Samuel could do without the squad kit, though he knew that Spencer would need a med-evac and soon if he was going to survive, even with the squad kit.
Samuel dragged Spencer's armored form into the furthest corner of the bullet-riddled shack and then stripped the marine of his remaining magazine. The shooting outside had died down so Samuel depressed the med-evac indicator tab on the side of Spencer's helmet before leaving the marine alone in the soft red glow of the tab.
Samuel emerged from the shack and was greeted by four cor-sec troopers, each of whom looked like they'd been handed a firearm only yesterday. Their faces had that battle-shock look to them, dilation in the eyes and tightness in the shoulders that most soldiers struggled with during their first few engagements. Samuel knew that these men needed a leader and badly.
"Troopers report," barked Samuel as he approached them and when no answer was forthcoming he pointed at the least haggard looking of the group and said, "You, trooper, report. Where is the rest of the unit?"
"Me? Um, sorry sir, yes," stammered the man in a thick upspire accent until he took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders, doing his best to get his nerves under control, "Our unit commander was killed in the descent, so we've been just hanging on as best we could. Once you shot the Reeker with the machine gun everyone went in different directions, it’s just us four that waited for you."
"So you did.” Samuel nodded, looking the bedraggled group over. “We'll move as a unit. I want to push towards the Basin gate and reinforce that position," He readied his rifle, gesturing at one man. "You, with the shotgun, I've got a wounded Reaper in the shack behind me. Hold that shack until the medic arrives, it could take him a while to fight through, but he'll have a ping on his system and know where you are.” He swept the other troopers with a look. “Let's get this done." Without waiting to see if the remaining three actually followed, he began striding deeper into the city.
Samuel and the three cor-sec troopers slipped out of the plaza and made their way down a series of gangplanks that angled towards the center of the settlement. There were several cor-sec corpses that they passed along the way, in addition to a few Reekers. While the noise of the fighting had died down the battle was far from over.
Above them, the settlement was ablaze as George Tuck torched buildings level by level while he too
The Reeker shooters that had previously been enjoying the shooting gallery of the kill zone were starting to fall back in the face of the increasingly stiff resistance from both cor-sec troopers and the two salvage marines.
The brief reprieve from the punishing crossfire had given the remaining cor-sec troopers a chance to break out of the kill zone and spread their numbers into several of the shacks and canvas covered structures around the plaza. The high pitch cracks of the cor-sec pistols and the stout barks of their shotguns added to the cacophony of Reekertown.
Samuel continued to use his iron sights to swiftly spread fire across the plaza, hitting any point he either saw or suspected a hostile shooter, until his magazine clicked dry once more. The marine swiftly reloaded and checked his mag pouches to discover that he was already down to his last two.
Close quarters urban warfare always consumed more ammunition, given how important suppressing and sustained fire was in advancing position, as well as bracketing fire for eliminating enemy snipers.
Samuel scampered across the shack over to Spencer's body, relieved to find that the marine still clung to life, however weakly.
Spencer's armor was cracked in several places and he was bleeding from multiple wounds. Samuel swiftly dosed the marine with more booster shots and affixed a quick pressure patch on all the most obvious wounds. There was little that Samuel could do without the squad kit, though he knew that Spencer would need a med-evac and soon if he was going to survive, even with the squad kit.
Samuel dragged Spencer's armored form into the furthest corner of the bullet-riddled shack and then stripped the marine of his remaining magazine. The shooting outside had died down so Samuel depressed the med-evac indicator tab on the side of Spencer's helmet before leaving the marine alone in the soft red glow of the tab.
Samuel emerged from the shack and was greeted by four cor-sec troopers, each of whom looked like they'd been handed a firearm only yesterday. Their faces had that battle-shock look to them, dilation in the eyes and tightness in the shoulders that most soldiers struggled with during their first few engagements. Samuel knew that these men needed a leader and badly.
"Troopers report," barked Samuel as he approached them and when no answer was forthcoming he pointed at the least haggard looking of the group and said, "You, trooper, report. Where is the rest of the unit?"
"Me? Um, sorry sir, yes," stammered the man in a thick upspire accent until he took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders, doing his best to get his nerves under control, "Our unit commander was killed in the descent, so we've been just hanging on as best we could. Once you shot the Reeker with the machine gun everyone went in different directions, it’s just us four that waited for you."
"So you did.” Samuel nodded, looking the bedraggled group over. “We'll move as a unit. I want to push towards the Basin gate and reinforce that position," He readied his rifle, gesturing at one man. "You, with the shotgun, I've got a wounded Reaper in the shack behind me. Hold that shack until the medic arrives, it could take him a while to fight through, but he'll have a ping on his system and know where you are.” He swept the other troopers with a look. “Let's get this done." Without waiting to see if the remaining three actually followed, he began striding deeper into the city.
Samuel and the three cor-sec troopers slipped out of the plaza and made their way down a series of gangplanks that angled towards the center of the settlement. There were several cor-sec corpses that they passed along the way, in addition to a few Reekers. While the noise of the fighting had died down the battle was far from over.
Above them, the settlement was ablaze as George Tuck torched buildings level by level while he too
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