A heavy exploded from its fortified position.
Touching down on the ground, a few of her jumpers joined her as they all went to ground. The gradually started to crumble as a core of Bastion classes whittled away at it. They needed to jump, but the raptoral systems could only sustain so much flight. It wouldn't be long though; however, the longer a jumper remained ground side, the less effective him or her would become. The sky was their domain. Not the ground.
A jumper went down beside her as Fareeha pulled the woman into cover. It was a replacement. Green as grass. "Medic!" she called out. Applying pressure to the wound site, sanguine liquid kept pulling out from the woman's chest. Fareeha didn't know her name, but she certainly wouldn't leave the jumper. Looking at the woman's eyes, she saw the spark of life turn from tenacious resistance of death to faded surrender. Fareeha pulled the jumper's dog tags and moved on.
Coming from behind, Fareeha was about to unleash a salvo of rockets at the sneak. It was a Swiss soldier. She lifted her weapon up. She waved the trooper over to her. "I need you to dig in and pull the omnic fire. My jumpers need to get airborne!"
"Yes, ma'am," said the Swiss soldier. He told the others with him the orders. They got into position he nodded at her.
"Jump!" Fareeha shouted above the weapon's discharge. Her group catapulted back into the air. She got a good view of the battle progression. Kalte's forces were pushing in hard with Angela doing her thing with the wounded. The omnic controlled territory were being pushed back too. They were doing well.
Firing into a building where a few B-classes were holding up, Fareeha fired a concussive blast as several units were dislodged from their fortifications. They cleaned up the dazed machines. "All jumpers, phase 2! Dive down and hold your assigned areas." She switched over to Kalte's channel. "Captain, my jumpers are entering phase 2. Sweep and make a perimeter. We'll pull back behind your lines when you're operational."
Landing on a building, Fareeha shot several rounds into a heavy. She ducked behind cover as the explosion of the heavy nearly blew her off her feet. Damn heavies always packed a metric shit ton of ordinance. About to move downstairs, Fareeha's eyes widened as a sharp, serrated metal blade punctured clean through a jumper. Jumping to intervene, something slammed into Fareeha. All breath left her body as she plummeted down onto the ground. She felt something crack in her body as pain laced through her in one dose.
Decloaking, a sneak rested on top of her. A metallic scream emanated from its metal mask of death. It brought its blade down towards her neck. Adrenaline kicking in, Fareeha brought her hands up and resisted the awesome force the sneak outputted. No matter how much she resisted, the blade drew ever closer.
Howling in rage and defiance, she gave one last push. The sneak's head exploded as it toppled over her body. Her face burned from the shrapnel as she was pulled up.
"Covering fire!"
A Swiss soldier carried her back to the lines of Swiss and jumpers combined. Rockets and bullets pelted against the remaining omnics as a medic saw to her when she was in relative safety.
Hey body ached though she laughed. She was long overdue for a reality check.
Touching down on the ground, a few of her jumpers joined her as they all went to ground. The gradually started to crumble as a core of Bastion classes whittled away at it. They needed to jump, but the raptoral systems could only sustain so much flight. It wouldn't be long though; however, the longer a jumper remained ground side, the less effective him or her would become. The sky was their domain. Not the ground.
A jumper went down beside her as Fareeha pulled the woman into cover. It was a replacement. Green as grass. "Medic!" she called out. Applying pressure to the wound site, sanguine liquid kept pulling out from the woman's chest. Fareeha didn't know her name, but she certainly wouldn't leave the jumper. Looking at the woman's eyes, she saw the spark of life turn from tenacious resistance of death to faded surrender. Fareeha pulled the jumper's dog tags and moved on.
Coming from behind, Fareeha was about to unleash a salvo of rockets at the sneak. It was a Swiss soldier. She lifted her weapon up. She waved the trooper over to her. "I need you to dig in and pull the omnic fire. My jumpers need to get airborne!"
"Yes, ma'am," said the Swiss soldier. He told the others with him the orders. They got into position he nodded at her.
"Jump!" Fareeha shouted above the weapon's discharge. Her group catapulted back into the air. She got a good view of the battle progression. Kalte's forces were pushing in hard with Angela doing her thing with the wounded. The omnic controlled territory were being pushed back too. They were doing well.
Firing into a building where a few B-classes were holding up, Fareeha fired a concussive blast as several units were dislodged from their fortifications. They cleaned up the dazed machines. "All jumpers, phase 2! Dive down and hold your assigned areas." She switched over to Kalte's channel. "Captain, my jumpers are entering phase 2. Sweep and make a perimeter. We'll pull back behind your lines when you're operational."
Landing on a building, Fareeha shot several rounds into a heavy. She ducked behind cover as the explosion of the heavy nearly blew her off her feet. Damn heavies always packed a metric shit ton of ordinance. About to move downstairs, Fareeha's eyes widened as a sharp, serrated metal blade punctured clean through a jumper. Jumping to intervene, something slammed into Fareeha. All breath left her body as she plummeted down onto the ground. She felt something crack in her body as pain laced through her in one dose.
Decloaking, a sneak rested on top of her. A metallic scream emanated from its metal mask of death. It brought its blade down towards her neck. Adrenaline kicking in, Fareeha brought her hands up and resisted the awesome force the sneak outputted. No matter how much she resisted, the blade drew ever closer.
Howling in rage and defiance, she gave one last push. The sneak's head exploded as it toppled over her body. Her face burned from the shrapnel as she was pulled up.
"Covering fire!"
A Swiss soldier carried her back to the lines of Swiss and jumpers combined. Rockets and bullets pelted against the remaining omnics as a medic saw to her when she was in relative safety.
Hey body ached though she laughed. She was long overdue for a reality check.