10-08-2015, 12:37 PM
Staff Sergeant Beatrix Zulenka had pulled Able Company back to the tree line to regroup. The dissidents had caught wind of her move and they were peppering the tree line with sporadic blaster fire and mortar blasts.
“Able One Five requesting fire support! Base Camp Delta! Danger close!” Trixie shouted into a radio mounted to one of her squadmates backpacks through exploding trees and mortar rounds.
“This is the Vergo, Able One Five. Carrier is inbound. Thirty seconds.” A voice crackled in reply.
“Sergeant Zulenka! Corporal Henderson of Bravo One Five is on the second line for you!.” The radio man said, handing her a phone.
Raising her rifle in the direction of the burning camp she unleashed a spray of red energy fire. Taking the radio she looked to Sergeant Masters. “Keep the pressure on!”
“Henderson! Talk to me” She said, placing the earpiece to her ear.
WAKE UP IMPOSTER!
A splash of water rousted the makeshift arena gladiator from her literal dirt nap. Sia was standing at the entrance to her slave pen. The holding area of the arena was in chaos.
“Get up, 11256. We’re leaving.”
The blonde former Lieutenant grabbed the white haired pit fighter and dragged her from the cage. Lifting Trixie to her feet with surprising strength the head of security placed a blade in the mistress’ hands and pushed her down a nearby corridor.
“What the fuck is going on, Sia?” Trixie knew who she was. She had seen her in Belial’s fortress. The only person to treat her with some sort of respect.
Morelli ducked into the corridor and held a finger to her lips. They both huddled to the wall as a detachment of guards ran by. Lifting her bat Sia rested it on her shoulder.
“Look. All you need to know is that down here two things rule over all else; primes that can fight are an extremely rare commodity and loyalty goes to the highest bidder. The demons may have armies and strength, but someone has paid me an incredible amount of money to get you out of here. They’ve also promised me something else.”
Trixie raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Shut up and move.” Sia said, rolling her eyes.
The two women made their way down into the sewer system of the arena. They came to a four way junction where Yennefer was waiting. Sia sighed.
“Tsk tsk. Belial will be…” The succubus was interrupted by a gladius blade entering her skull through the roof of her mouth. Trixie kicked the demon to her knees and twisted the blade around, ripping Yennefer’s head from her shoulders.
Blood spurted from the open wound as the the Head Mistress’ lifeless corpse collapsed to the sewer floor.
“That stupid cunt talked way too much. Blowing me up, getting me locked up, branding me.” Trixie spit on Yennefer’s body. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”
Removing her skull from the blade Trixie brandished the blood stained weapon against the remaining guards. Both her and Sia carved their way through the ranks and made it to the exit. The ‘exit’ was a single grate that dropped off a cliff into a desert. They were cornered. Sia rotated her bat counter clockwise and jammed the tip into the ground creating a barrier.
“Jump! When you land, head west. I’ll meet up with you.” Sia commanded.
She reached into her pocket and removed a pair of white angel wings. Taking Trixie’s hand she placed them in her palm and closed her fist.
“When you meet him give him this. He’ll know you’re the one for the job.” Morelli instructed.
Trixie nodded and kicked open the steel grate. Looking down she swallowed nervously as the wind rustled her white hair. With a sharp inhale she resolved herself and took the plunge.
A squadron of fighters roared overhead, the bombers pounding base camp Delta. Staff Sergeant Zulenka of Able Company and Corporal Henderson of Bravo Company sprinted along the tree line with a small detachment of soldiers. The rest of their unit had made the charge up the middle using the air cover for support. A large gunship hovered over the clearing, it’s numerous turrets laying waste to the dissidents who had tried pushing through the front line. The huge repulsor engines shook the very ground Trixie was running on.
“NOW!” She ordered, immediately hanging a left and emerging from the cover of the trees.
Raising her weapon she opened fire on the scattering enemy soldiers behind the camp as she came over the crest of the hill. They had run into a reinforcing Charlie Company who had extended to close the line. Removing an energy cell Beatrix threw it on the ground and slammed a new one into her rifle. A thermal detonator came flying at her group from an enemy wielding a grenade launcher. With a leap she caught the device and threw it back. Landing on both feet she peered through her sights as the explosive detonated. Dropping to a knee as the shock wave slammed into her she fired at another group of dissidents. A second gunship dropped out of orbit and began to pummel the landscape with artillery size blaster fire. As a second and third squadron of fighters dropped into the airspace the remaining enemy soldiers began to surrender.
“Units on the ground. Execute prisoners.” Command ordered over the radio.
Trixie took the first shot and dropped one of the surrendered soldiers. One by one each of the prisoners were executed. Removing her helmet the redhead sighed as she turned the to smoldering remains of her camp. The lead gunship began to set down next to the Staff Sergeant. Able Company began to gather around the ship as it began to power down its engines. Sergeant Rackham from Charlie Company had come over to give his report and assist.
“Thanks for the warning, Henderson.” Zulenka said, taking out a pack of smokes from her kitbag.
“Just doing my job, Sarge. Everyone from Able okay?”
As Trixie flicked her lighter and took a drag off of a nicostick she nodded, exhaling the smoke through her nose.
“Yeah. No casualties reported. What about Bravo?” She changed her gaze to Sergeant Rackham, “And Charlie?”
“We lost a few in Bravo.” Henderson replied.
Rackham grunted in disgust. “Why are you in an officer huddle, Corporal?”
Henderson nervously lit his own nicostick and took a drag. With a laugh Trixie took a piece of paper from armor.
“This came over the wire last night, but you had gone out with the dusk patrol so I couldn’t tell you. Command is making you the Staff Sergeant for Bravo Company. McKinley’s death last week was sudden and they’ve been looking for a replacement.” She handed the paper to Henderson who unfolded the piece of paper to read it.
“Well I’ll be damned.” He said, surprised.
Trixie looked to Rackham and gave him the once over. “You’re dismissed, Sergeant. Return to your post.”
Sergeant Masters came from the other side of the transport with a piece of paper. Unfolding it she read what was written.
“Zero casualties for Belsavis Delta Camp Operation. New marching orders from command: We’re pushing into the forest to a bunker complex where the remaining 23rd Division is hiding out. The 45th deserters have already fled the planet.”
Crumpling the paper in her fist Trixie jammed it into her chest armor compartment.
“Well...give everyone twenty minutes to rest and get some food in their stomachs. Then we move out. DISMISSED!”
Sergeant Masters and Staff Sergeant Henderson saluted and left Zulenka to her musings.
“Able One Five requesting fire support! Base Camp Delta! Danger close!” Trixie shouted into a radio mounted to one of her squadmates backpacks through exploding trees and mortar rounds.
“This is the Vergo, Able One Five. Carrier is inbound. Thirty seconds.” A voice crackled in reply.
“Sergeant Zulenka! Corporal Henderson of Bravo One Five is on the second line for you!.” The radio man said, handing her a phone.
Raising her rifle in the direction of the burning camp she unleashed a spray of red energy fire. Taking the radio she looked to Sergeant Masters. “Keep the pressure on!”
“Henderson! Talk to me” She said, placing the earpiece to her ear.
***
WAKE UP IMPOSTER!
A splash of water rousted the makeshift arena gladiator from her literal dirt nap. Sia was standing at the entrance to her slave pen. The holding area of the arena was in chaos.
“Get up, 11256. We’re leaving.”
The blonde former Lieutenant grabbed the white haired pit fighter and dragged her from the cage. Lifting Trixie to her feet with surprising strength the head of security placed a blade in the mistress’ hands and pushed her down a nearby corridor.
“What the fuck is going on, Sia?” Trixie knew who she was. She had seen her in Belial’s fortress. The only person to treat her with some sort of respect.
Morelli ducked into the corridor and held a finger to her lips. They both huddled to the wall as a detachment of guards ran by. Lifting her bat Sia rested it on her shoulder.
“Look. All you need to know is that down here two things rule over all else; primes that can fight are an extremely rare commodity and loyalty goes to the highest bidder. The demons may have armies and strength, but someone has paid me an incredible amount of money to get you out of here. They’ve also promised me something else.”
Trixie raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Shut up and move.” Sia said, rolling her eyes.
The two women made their way down into the sewer system of the arena. They came to a four way junction where Yennefer was waiting. Sia sighed.
“Tsk tsk. Belial will be…” The succubus was interrupted by a gladius blade entering her skull through the roof of her mouth. Trixie kicked the demon to her knees and twisted the blade around, ripping Yennefer’s head from her shoulders.
Blood spurted from the open wound as the the Head Mistress’ lifeless corpse collapsed to the sewer floor.
“That stupid cunt talked way too much. Blowing me up, getting me locked up, branding me.” Trixie spit on Yennefer’s body. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”
Removing her skull from the blade Trixie brandished the blood stained weapon against the remaining guards. Both her and Sia carved their way through the ranks and made it to the exit. The ‘exit’ was a single grate that dropped off a cliff into a desert. They were cornered. Sia rotated her bat counter clockwise and jammed the tip into the ground creating a barrier.
“Jump! When you land, head west. I’ll meet up with you.” Sia commanded.
She reached into her pocket and removed a pair of white angel wings. Taking Trixie’s hand she placed them in her palm and closed her fist.
“When you meet him give him this. He’ll know you’re the one for the job.” Morelli instructed.
Trixie nodded and kicked open the steel grate. Looking down she swallowed nervously as the wind rustled her white hair. With a sharp inhale she resolved herself and took the plunge.
***
A squadron of fighters roared overhead, the bombers pounding base camp Delta. Staff Sergeant Zulenka of Able Company and Corporal Henderson of Bravo Company sprinted along the tree line with a small detachment of soldiers. The rest of their unit had made the charge up the middle using the air cover for support. A large gunship hovered over the clearing, it’s numerous turrets laying waste to the dissidents who had tried pushing through the front line. The huge repulsor engines shook the very ground Trixie was running on.
“NOW!” She ordered, immediately hanging a left and emerging from the cover of the trees.
Raising her weapon she opened fire on the scattering enemy soldiers behind the camp as she came over the crest of the hill. They had run into a reinforcing Charlie Company who had extended to close the line. Removing an energy cell Beatrix threw it on the ground and slammed a new one into her rifle. A thermal detonator came flying at her group from an enemy wielding a grenade launcher. With a leap she caught the device and threw it back. Landing on both feet she peered through her sights as the explosive detonated. Dropping to a knee as the shock wave slammed into her she fired at another group of dissidents. A second gunship dropped out of orbit and began to pummel the landscape with artillery size blaster fire. As a second and third squadron of fighters dropped into the airspace the remaining enemy soldiers began to surrender.
“Units on the ground. Execute prisoners.” Command ordered over the radio.
Trixie took the first shot and dropped one of the surrendered soldiers. One by one each of the prisoners were executed. Removing her helmet the redhead sighed as she turned the to smoldering remains of her camp. The lead gunship began to set down next to the Staff Sergeant. Able Company began to gather around the ship as it began to power down its engines. Sergeant Rackham from Charlie Company had come over to give his report and assist.
“Thanks for the warning, Henderson.” Zulenka said, taking out a pack of smokes from her kitbag.
“Just doing my job, Sarge. Everyone from Able okay?”
As Trixie flicked her lighter and took a drag off of a nicostick she nodded, exhaling the smoke through her nose.
“Yeah. No casualties reported. What about Bravo?” She changed her gaze to Sergeant Rackham, “And Charlie?”
“We lost a few in Bravo.” Henderson replied.
Rackham grunted in disgust. “Why are you in an officer huddle, Corporal?”
Henderson nervously lit his own nicostick and took a drag. With a laugh Trixie took a piece of paper from armor.
“This came over the wire last night, but you had gone out with the dusk patrol so I couldn’t tell you. Command is making you the Staff Sergeant for Bravo Company. McKinley’s death last week was sudden and they’ve been looking for a replacement.” She handed the paper to Henderson who unfolded the piece of paper to read it.
“Well I’ll be damned.” He said, surprised.
Trixie looked to Rackham and gave him the once over. “You’re dismissed, Sergeant. Return to your post.”
Sergeant Masters came from the other side of the transport with a piece of paper. Unfolding it she read what was written.
“Zero casualties for Belsavis Delta Camp Operation. New marching orders from command: We’re pushing into the forest to a bunker complex where the remaining 23rd Division is hiding out. The 45th deserters have already fled the planet.”
Crumpling the paper in her fist Trixie jammed it into her chest armor compartment.
“Well...give everyone twenty minutes to rest and get some food in their stomachs. Then we move out. DISMISSED!”
Sergeant Masters and Staff Sergeant Henderson saluted and left Zulenka to her musings.
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