USCM Mission log #3

[Tristan63]

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"Standards commcheck, whats it looking like out the front?" A Private turned to Benjamin from the APCs cabin "Looking clean and lean sir, no hostiles." Benjamin shifted to the command seat of the APC and turned on the communications console "Sulaco proceed with objectives? Insurrectionists shot down our Bearcat escort on the way down over?" A staticy deep voice blared over comms "Affirmative, we can't offord for them to setup their anti-orbital weaponry." Benjamin turned the console off and shifted his seat around, looking at his men in the eye. "Alright lads, call it even if we blow that building up?" The men gave a light cheer as the APC lurched forward.

Benjamin looked out the front window, seeing the desert infront of him, and a large city with three silos sticking out from the side. "Thats our objective, Corporal get on the Phalanx." a weapons technician sat down on the right of the APC and pulled the VR controls down, the phalanx moved to the top of the APC. "Locked in, no targets spotted." the corporal said. The APC was about 12 miles away from the silos, the Smart ass flew down from orbit carrying Charlie squad. Benjamin pulled the comms headset on "Charlie you read? My squad has the Western quadrant secure, minimal resistance." A female voice blared out "TAKING HEAVY FIRE, MAY DAY MAY DAY." The APC driver shouted over general comms "ENEMY AIRCRAFT FIVE OCLOCK!" Benjamin pulled up a rear camera on his tactical readout screen, he panned looking up seeing the Smart ass spiraling downwards in a controlled decent. "Charlie what the hell is happening?" Benjamin saw a faint blue pulse of light come from the desert floor, impacting the left engine of the Smart ass and making it screech down into the desert floor. Jim turned from his seat to Benjamin and chuckled "Don't worry Ben, Kaipov will live one way or another." Bill Carson added in "You only want his rank Jim." Jim laughed before tipping his helmet over his eyes. Benjamin turned his seat facing the cabin "Driver distance from objective?" The driver thought for a second before shouting

"CONTACT 11 OCLOCK LOW" The gunnery corporal rotated his seat the phalanx following his movement. "Corporal what are you seeing?" The VR seat spun around wildly as if the Corporal didn't hear. "Seeing small recon vehicles, stolen Weyland tech." Benjamin pulled up a camera on his second tactical screen, squinting. "Im not seeing anything Corporal, get your fucking eyes checked." The corporal turned from his VR seat and looked back "Sir I swear to you their is a Weyland recon jeep out there." Benjamin ingored him and took his flask off his chestpeice, sipping a cocktail of Orange pulp and French made vodka. "Nows not the time to drink Sergeant." a voice said from his headset. Benjamin turned his head and saw the face of Colonel Stone staring at a monitor, he nodded lightly before his face faded from the screen. "Two miles Sergeant, thats three minutes." Benjamin clipped his flask on before turning to the rest of his men in the back. "Tactical readouts on everyone, check your helm cams and bump those clips in. Im not sure if we are going in hot or cold, but try to not aim for the tech, its stolen from the pretty boys." The men gave a light nod before unclipping their stowed weapons, Jim had a MK221 shotgun that he called "Betty", Bill had a standard pulse rifle with a Pistol ductaped to the side. Benjamin looked at his trusty his machete he called "Hometown", and his Pulse rifle he dubbed "Uranium". Benjamin let in a deep sigh and picked up his pulse rifle and put a clip of incendiary rounds into the gun, he looked around not knowing if this was his last mission. All those days fighting for a cause bigger than him he thought, though he wouldn't ever live to see the effects traumatized him daily. "Sixty seconds Sergeant." Said the driver. Benjamin put his helmet on and nodded. "You know what to do you fuckos, make me and the core proud!" The marines roared a near-deafening "OORAH." The corporal fired the phalanx and the APC shook, Benjamin looked out the front window and saw the plasteel wall of the missle silo collapse and the APC charging in, the thought of Calvary came to his head. The driver bellowed over the sound of small arms fire and the phalanx alike "TEN SECONDS!!"

Benjamin heaved his pulse rifle center-level and got up and stood at the side of the door, Jim was on the other side with his shotgun. The screech of grinding plasteel and support girders made some of the privates inside cover their ears, the APC smashed through the half-destroyed plasteel wall and charged inside, flattening two operatives. Benjamin could hear the gunfire, it sounded like it was coming from WY issue pistols. The door flung open and a interior sentry covered the marines as they disembarked to nearby cover. Jim shot a operative in the back and the operative flew off his feet onto his face, Bill fired his pulse rifle into a group of far-flung operatives. The gunfire was not, oddly enough hitting the beefed marines, instead shooting at a catwalk going up the spiral of a maintenance deck. Ben saw the maintence door open and fired a burst from his pulse rifle, a operative fell, followed by another getting half his skull blown off. "SERGEANT LOOK OUT!" Jim shot in the air as a blue pulse of light fired near another wall, an Operative fell from the catwalk half blasted open. Bill moved up and fired his pistol at an operative who fell unconscious, he turned firing a burst into a nearby corridor. Jim advanced and fired a grenade down into a bolted open room filled with black-market guns. The explosion made Jim slide back a foot or two, but he shrugged it off. "WATCH YOUR FIRE ASSHOLES, I DON'T WANNA RETURN TO THE SULACO WITH A BILL TAPED TO MY QUARTERS!" Benjamin fired at the catwalk and a operative fell down flaming. The gunfire died down untill the large room was clear, the corporal in the APC came out and begin repairing a damaged wheel, meanwhile Benjamin rounded up his marines. "Jim casualties?" Jim pointed to a private with his eyeball missing from his skull with a large 3 pronged clawmark in his armor. "The fuck?" Bill approached the corpse and examined it, using his knife to cut the velcros off the armor and pulling the chestpiece off. Bill immediately stood back covering his mouth. Benjamin looked in disgust at the marine, how could he have met such a terrible fate? He examined closely seeing a large 3 pronged clawmark going sideways for about four inches on the marines chest, it was gushing with blood and smelt putrid. Jim looked at the marine and jerked his dogtags off and offered them to Benjamin. "Atleast he died standing." Jim kneeled down in his B18 taking the marines helmet off and carrying it to the APC, a squad medic pulling the private close behind. "All marines accounted for?" The marines instictively shouted their names on Alpha comms. "Bill come here." Bill waltzed forward towards Benjamin before breaking out a light nod. "You see that flaming corpse up on the catwalk?" Benjamin pointed to the charred corpse with a giant hole in its chest. "Go retreive it, don't damage it either." Bill gave a small nod before looking up, and then looking at a nearby ladder and sprinting off. A corporal approached Ben as he discussed with his squad engineer "Sir Colonel Stone wants you." Benjamin ran to the APC and sat down at the command seat, again looking at the monitor of Stones face. "Not as grievous as I suspected huh?" Stone gave a weak smile "Sergeant, Smart ass has been downed by some sort of AA, we couldn't pinpoint it with the fleet so it is possible it is a soldier carrying a SADAR. We need you to go into the desert and look for the soldier, they don't deploy those sort of missiles without some form of substantial reinforcements nearby." Benjamin nodded and took a swig from his flask "What of Charlie squad?" Stone looked to the side and typed somthing on another monitor "They have sustained minimal casualties, their secondary pilot was able to land them before a major payload detonation occurred. For casualties, it looks like their was the pilots Ivan and Lerry, and one Corporal from Charlie." Benjamin turned to his driver, who was smoking a cigar and looking at a tactical flip-out screen. "Private prep the APC for movement, we gotta look for a rambo." The private nodded and began working. "Stone we haven't disabled these silos yet, do you have a squad assigned to them?" Stone looked at the monitor and replied "Affirmative, Delta squad is going in with a detachment from the Sephorah, They are about five miles away." Benjamin saluted and cut the transmission feed, he got up from the chair and grabbed his machete. He looked at it, the sheathe was engraved with the Triple slash of a Sergeant. Benjamin always got ridiculed for calling it his "Ceremonial" sword, Xur even said "Ceremonial swords aren't meant for cutting." Benjamin took it to himself to paint it and care for it more than he did his rifle, it was his and his alone. He clipped it to his belt and got off the APC, the corporal was working on some dents to the Phalanx on the back, and Jim was reloading the sentry. Benjamin turned suddenly, as if he felt a cold wind pressing against his neck. He looked up to the collapsed roof tiles suspended in air, and saw a outline moving on them fading into the desert winds. "All men red-tail we got company thats invisible." Benjamin popped off two shots at some wires suspending a tile, and the tile fell with a crash. Jim ran up to Ben and used his build in B18 sensors to look for the target. "Nothing on all sensors, even thermals couldn't find it." Ben looked down and nodded to Jim as he ran back to his duties. He thought to himself, who did he see? The thought came to him, Or what.. (Part 2 soon)
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"And I thought he was crazy once.."
(Sorry for the greyness, didn't know how to format it to make it easier to read. Either way hope you enjoy)

[Xurphorus]

If this is a direct intermission for one of my story logs, its not valid since my logs were during your injury log when you lost your arm. Good story though, during those logs, you were med evac'd and I took some of your men with me during the mission.

[Tristan63]

If this is a direct intermission for one of my story logs, its not valid since my logs were during your injury log when you lost your arm. Good story though, during those logs, you were med evac'd and I took some of your men with me during the mission.

This is, im just gonna make a part 2 that explains why my arm got blown off

[Xurphorus]

hopefully this will open doors to others wanting to make their own scenarios