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Just keep firing. Don't think. Don't...
Kaitlyn gasped, watching aircraft fly overhead.
They were attacking the city. The city they were meant to protect.
Kaitlyn felt a burning in her chest. Gritting her teeth, she returned her attention to the battlefield, lending her aid to those she could. She still matters. She can still make a difference... They just have to deal with the beach forces first, and then they can help those in the city.
Silently, Kaitlyn prayed for those already lost.
Most of the Arms Masters were, predictably, terrifyingly efficient murder machines. Kaitlyn wondered if they felt any remorse, or if 'superhuman' went deeper than surface-level. Watching the princess incinerate soldiers and the little brat practically dance on the battlefield lead her to believe the answer was yes.
Did that make them less than human?
"Sir!" She fumbled with her radio, and this time she managed to hit the correct button in just a couple seconds. She'd been surveying the battlefield- largely disregarding the tanks now that they seemed to be getting pulped under concentrated fire- and focused instead on... Sigh... That same Arms Master from before. And... A child? God, she knew Arms Masters could be young, but to send a child onto a battlefield... "The enemy is attempting to neutralize the gravity Arms Master, designating AM-One. They are utilizing sonic weaponry, and other tools for incapacitation."
Withdrawing binoculars from her toolbelt- privately purchased. Thank God the Philippine Army gave her that much freedom- she also got a better look at the weather phenomenon that was the child. She could feel a pulsing in her head, and her hands shook slightly. She didn't pay it any mind.
"The juvenile Arms Master is injured and is sustaining heavy fire... Snipers on the boats."
She let out a shaky breath, rubbing her eyes.
Her intel relayed, she waited to hear back from Corporal Castro as she began firing on the boats. She didn't expect to actually hit anyone, but hopefully the threat of a stray shot would be enough to make them back down.
Corporal Castro perked up from his vigil of the shield-wielding Arms Master and looked in the direction Kaitlyn had gestured. His jaw worked in a motion that suggested he was grinding his teeth in frustration at the sight of the child soldiers outside the edge of the barrier... the all too distant edge. "Damn it," he hissed, glancing around at the lingering enemies within the radius of the barrier. They had mostly been picked off now (with strangely few corpses all of a sudden, living or weapon alike), but that just meant most of the enemy was outside the barrier instead... and only had precious few targets to focus on, bereft of other options.
"Damn it all!" he snapped again. "Hate relying on that shield to stay up, but we're not hitting shit from here!" He was clearly struggling to act. Every instinct as a soldier clearly told him that staying in the trenches as a safety measure was the ideal course of action. On the other hand... "Alright, men, we're making a leap of faith!" He gestured forward, his finger pointing at an overturned FMC M113 armored personal carrier, smoking over the top of one of the further forward trenches. "It's not much, but it's better than nothing! We're moving in!" He scrambled to the top of the trench, still crouching. "Stay low, and fall in! The brats outside need fire support, and dammit, we'll provide it!"
Kaitlyn was shook out of her reverie, jerking to attention with wide eyes.
They were leaving the shield?
"Y-yes sir!"
Falling in line, she supported her unit with cover fire then knelt just beside the end of the ruined vehicle, now paying much more attention to the shots being fired her way. She still concentrated her fire on the boats, though, but split her attention to take pot shots at soldiers targeting the child as well.
"Are we... Is the military really allowed to deploy children on the field, sir?"
Castro spared her a glance at the words, before stiffening, as if he suddenly comprehended them through the chaos. As the squad approached the overturned armored transport, he shot a look Katelyn's way, before focusing his expression back on the children they were moving to support. His expression darkened, before, growling lowly, "There are times and places for that discussion, Private Price... and there's men with far louder voices than me having the final say."
He sent a couple shots the way of the soldiers menacing the boy with the large sword. "And those times are neither here or now... no matter what anyone might wish otherwise." His shadowed gaze met Katelyn's briefly, as he ejected his rifle's spent clip and slid in new ammo. "Save those thoughts for later, and focus on living to have that discussion. I can't have my men distracted, and your ideals are no good to anyone if you're dead."
"R-right..."
Don't think. Just keep firing.
Fire and pray.
She ignored the burning at the edges of her eyes.
Kaitlyn gasped, watching aircraft fly overhead.
They were attacking the city. The city they were meant to protect.
Kaitlyn felt a burning in her chest. Gritting her teeth, she returned her attention to the battlefield, lending her aid to those she could. She still matters. She can still make a difference... They just have to deal with the beach forces first, and then they can help those in the city.
Silently, Kaitlyn prayed for those already lost.
Most of the Arms Masters were, predictably, terrifyingly efficient murder machines. Kaitlyn wondered if they felt any remorse, or if 'superhuman' went deeper than surface-level. Watching the princess incinerate soldiers and the little brat practically dance on the battlefield lead her to believe the answer was yes.
Did that make them less than human?
"Sir!" She fumbled with her radio, and this time she managed to hit the correct button in just a couple seconds. She'd been surveying the battlefield- largely disregarding the tanks now that they seemed to be getting pulped under concentrated fire- and focused instead on... Sigh... That same Arms Master from before. And... A child? God, she knew Arms Masters could be young, but to send a child onto a battlefield... "The enemy is attempting to neutralize the gravity Arms Master, designating AM-One. They are utilizing sonic weaponry, and other tools for incapacitation."
Withdrawing binoculars from her toolbelt- privately purchased. Thank God the Philippine Army gave her that much freedom- she also got a better look at the weather phenomenon that was the child. She could feel a pulsing in her head, and her hands shook slightly. She didn't pay it any mind.
"The juvenile Arms Master is injured and is sustaining heavy fire... Snipers on the boats."
She let out a shaky breath, rubbing her eyes.
Her intel relayed, she waited to hear back from Corporal Castro as she began firing on the boats. She didn't expect to actually hit anyone, but hopefully the threat of a stray shot would be enough to make them back down.
Corporal Castro perked up from his vigil of the shield-wielding Arms Master and looked in the direction Kaitlyn had gestured. His jaw worked in a motion that suggested he was grinding his teeth in frustration at the sight of the child soldiers outside the edge of the barrier... the all too distant edge. "Damn it," he hissed, glancing around at the lingering enemies within the radius of the barrier. They had mostly been picked off now (with strangely few corpses all of a sudden, living or weapon alike), but that just meant most of the enemy was outside the barrier instead... and only had precious few targets to focus on, bereft of other options.
"Damn it all!" he snapped again. "Hate relying on that shield to stay up, but we're not hitting shit from here!" He was clearly struggling to act. Every instinct as a soldier clearly told him that staying in the trenches as a safety measure was the ideal course of action. On the other hand... "Alright, men, we're making a leap of faith!" He gestured forward, his finger pointing at an overturned FMC M113 armored personal carrier, smoking over the top of one of the further forward trenches. "It's not much, but it's better than nothing! We're moving in!" He scrambled to the top of the trench, still crouching. "Stay low, and fall in! The brats outside need fire support, and dammit, we'll provide it!"
Kaitlyn was shook out of her reverie, jerking to attention with wide eyes.
They were leaving the shield?
"Y-yes sir!"
Falling in line, she supported her unit with cover fire then knelt just beside the end of the ruined vehicle, now paying much more attention to the shots being fired her way. She still concentrated her fire on the boats, though, but split her attention to take pot shots at soldiers targeting the child as well.
"Are we... Is the military really allowed to deploy children on the field, sir?"
Castro spared her a glance at the words, before stiffening, as if he suddenly comprehended them through the chaos. As the squad approached the overturned armored transport, he shot a look Katelyn's way, before focusing his expression back on the children they were moving to support. His expression darkened, before, growling lowly, "There are times and places for that discussion, Private Price... and there's men with far louder voices than me having the final say."
He sent a couple shots the way of the soldiers menacing the boy with the large sword. "And those times are neither here or now... no matter what anyone might wish otherwise." His shadowed gaze met Katelyn's briefly, as he ejected his rifle's spent clip and slid in new ammo. "Save those thoughts for later, and focus on living to have that discussion. I can't have my men distracted, and your ideals are no good to anyone if you're dead."
"R-right..."
Don't think. Just keep firing.
Fire and pray.
She ignored the burning at the edges of her eyes.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl for Kaitlyn Price. Dimly, she was aware that the battle had started in earnest; soldiers were running up the beach, war machines trailing after them like eager hounds. She could hear distant pops between a ringing in her ears.
Someone was speaking through her radio, but the words were coming out slurred.
Then, suddenly, everything snapped back into focus when she heard the voice of her corporal.
"What are you all waiting for?!" bellowed the nearby Corporal Castro from his own trench to the troops. "If the brats and their fancy toys are gonna' loligag, it looks like we'll have to pick up the slack!" True to his word, his own rifle barked thunderously against the ear-protection of his soldiers' helmets. A few shots downrange nailed in the upper torso one of the gunners atop the enemy's amphibious fighting vehicles, sending them into the waves with a slight crimson spray.
Kaitlyn went a little green around the gills witnessing the sight, but quickly put that out of her mind when she spotted Sophist getting surrounded.
"Sir!" She fiddled anxiously with her radio, fumbling with the buttons until she got it right. "Sir! The enemy, they've isolated one of the Arms Masters. Shouldn't we support them?"
Corporal Castro clicked his tongue disdainfully, as he eyed the multi-terrain armored vehicles currently menacing the forward trenches. They weren't on the level of a tank's durability by any stretch, but they were far more mobile than they had any right to be. "Damned commies," he spat, unhooking and palming a grenade from his chest, before frowning. "The scythe brat seems to be doing fine," he commented, as a tank erupted from within.
He eyed the sky and the gravity-wielder's rampage. "And there's nothing our ammunition's going to do about a battle in the clouds. He falls, I ain't catching him. I'll tell you that." Working his scruffy jaw, he finally nodded towards one of the newcomers, the ear radios sounding out. "Protect for the one with the shield at all costs! She's the only reason we're not charred meat right now, and we're keeping it that way!"
"Sir!" rang out the chorus of other privates in the trench, a more meek "Sir!" Following a moment later. Rifles barked in an uneven chorus of noise.
Meanwhile, the enemy seemed to have ascertained similarly. So long as the shield-wielding Arms Master stood, their air support was as good as neutered. Treads clattered in a roar, as a pair of aquatic fighting vehicles made to flank the shield bearer from both sides, their size and 30-35mph speed on the sandy shores allowing them to blast over the tops of the trenches without slowing for a second. Meanwhile, closer to the shoreline, several of the slower proper tanks' barrels had started to turn with ominous speed towards Ari's position.
Kaitlyn shivered as she saw the tanks turn.
"S-sir..." She swallowed the apple that had lodged itself in her throat, following the tanks with her eyes. "What do we do if the shield falls?"
He chuckled grimly. "We dig deeper trenches and pray." A smirk twisted his moustache. "But we're not going to let that happen, are we, men?!"
"N-no, sir!" She shouted, joining the chorus.
She decided to get a head start on that praying
(Credit for Castro's parts go to the illustrious @lewascan!)
Someone was speaking through her radio, but the words were coming out slurred.
Then, suddenly, everything snapped back into focus when she heard the voice of her corporal.
"What are you all waiting for?!" bellowed the nearby Corporal Castro from his own trench to the troops. "If the brats and their fancy toys are gonna' loligag, it looks like we'll have to pick up the slack!" True to his word, his own rifle barked thunderously against the ear-protection of his soldiers' helmets. A few shots downrange nailed in the upper torso one of the gunners atop the enemy's amphibious fighting vehicles, sending them into the waves with a slight crimson spray.
Kaitlyn went a little green around the gills witnessing the sight, but quickly put that out of her mind when she spotted Sophist getting surrounded.
"Sir!" She fiddled anxiously with her radio, fumbling with the buttons until she got it right. "Sir! The enemy, they've isolated one of the Arms Masters. Shouldn't we support them?"
Corporal Castro clicked his tongue disdainfully, as he eyed the multi-terrain armored vehicles currently menacing the forward trenches. They weren't on the level of a tank's durability by any stretch, but they were far more mobile than they had any right to be. "Damned commies," he spat, unhooking and palming a grenade from his chest, before frowning. "The scythe brat seems to be doing fine," he commented, as a tank erupted from within.
He eyed the sky and the gravity-wielder's rampage. "And there's nothing our ammunition's going to do about a battle in the clouds. He falls, I ain't catching him. I'll tell you that." Working his scruffy jaw, he finally nodded towards one of the newcomers, the ear radios sounding out. "Protect for the one with the shield at all costs! She's the only reason we're not charred meat right now, and we're keeping it that way!"
"Sir!" rang out the chorus of other privates in the trench, a more meek "Sir!" Following a moment later. Rifles barked in an uneven chorus of noise.
Meanwhile, the enemy seemed to have ascertained similarly. So long as the shield-wielding Arms Master stood, their air support was as good as neutered. Treads clattered in a roar, as a pair of aquatic fighting vehicles made to flank the shield bearer from both sides, their size and 30-35mph speed on the sandy shores allowing them to blast over the tops of the trenches without slowing for a second. Meanwhile, closer to the shoreline, several of the slower proper tanks' barrels had started to turn with ominous speed towards Ari's position.
Kaitlyn shivered as she saw the tanks turn.
"S-sir..." She swallowed the apple that had lodged itself in her throat, following the tanks with her eyes. "What do we do if the shield falls?"
He chuckled grimly. "We dig deeper trenches and pray." A smirk twisted his moustache. "But we're not going to let that happen, are we, men?!"
"N-no, sir!" She shouted, joining the chorus.
She decided to get a head start on that praying
(Credit for Castro's parts go to the illustrious @lewascan!)
Not pinging you guys, but reminding you that you can control the Philippine Army Troops (equipment linked on Discord) as NPCs!
Oh. I'm... Not used to having control over such things. Idk if I'm suited for that either @_@
Kaitlyn shook in her boots, casting nervous glances up at the maudlin sky. She'd never seen real warfare before. She'd never been on the front lines, really putting to risk life and limb. And the Chinese army...
Kaitlyn swallowed, steadying herself. She looked around at her fellow soldiers, noting that they, too, were just as nervous as she was. Maybe they didn't show it, but she knew. She knew because no sane person would not be terrified of what was to come.
Just... Just like the drills, she told herself.
Then one of those crazy Arms Masters flew over and started crushing a boats like toys.
Kaitlyn shivered, imagining the screech of metal as... Something far less mundane.
Was she going to kill somebody today? Was she... Was she going to take a life?
Bleakly, she looked down at her rifle. Standard issue, clean and well-maintained. It was such an unassuming item... And... And she can't think like this. Not right now. She came here of her own volition, to fight for a cause she believed in.
Steady. Just follow your orders and everything will be alright.
Steady... She can do this.
She has to.
Kaitlyn swallowed, steadying herself. She looked around at her fellow soldiers, noting that they, too, were just as nervous as she was. Maybe they didn't show it, but she knew. She knew because no sane person would not be terrified of what was to come.
Just... Just like the drills, she told herself.
Then one of those crazy Arms Masters flew over and started crushing a boats like toys.
Kaitlyn shivered, imagining the screech of metal as... Something far less mundane.
Was she going to kill somebody today? Was she... Was she going to take a life?
Bleakly, she looked down at her rifle. Standard issue, clean and well-maintained. It was such an unassuming item... And... And she can't think like this. Not right now. She came here of her own volition, to fight for a cause she believed in.
Steady. Just follow your orders and everything will be alright.
Steady... She can do this.
She has to.
How's this?
Do I edit?
The 2020 plague is canon here? Surprised that didn't just kill the global population XD
Did toilet paper go extinct in this world?
Did toilet paper go extinct in this world?
Man, everybody's got anime-style overkill abilities, and I just got a socially anxious girl XD
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