the com went off again this time from a voice un heard for quite a while "YEEEEEEHAAAAAAH" the high pitch wirring noice was soon to follow in the distance, darting down with break neck speed came the crison glow of the hellhounds armor on a dusty and used feild of grey. It was base
zipping down from the horizan towards the stranded crew of the tank. a loud thud rung out as the vultures onboard rpg launcher fired towards one of the zerglings evaporating it into small pieces of floating gore. " Hope you boys didn't forget about me "
once base got within range of the tank, pulled back the speed and started to run circles around the stranded tank. pulling out his custom automatic hell hound issue machine gun and raising it steadily while keep a firm grip on the vultures steering with the other hand, he began to unload into the piles of zerg built up around the tank, performing circles still untill he had hit and killed all the zerg he missed the first time until nothing coated the ground execpt the crison glow of the dismembered bodys. pulling up beside the tank and giving a smug look towards every on board he stateted "and thats why 100 bullets are better then 1" and then zipped of back to the town
Returning to town shootting a smug look towards Marcus he aproched the commander " Sorry sir when you gave the order not to attack I was already to close to respond, they would have heard my thought so I had to high tail it out of there, but somthing tells me they knew I was there any way. The plan seems quite sound and I am ready to lend my guns whereever you need me, This vulture how ever is almost out with only two shots left" .
"If I was to make a sudgestion on the attack, I would say that before we assult there highly defended base that we first inquire about a strafing run performed by the nearby hell hound defence ships followed by a suroundding strike lead by Dakor's tank, that will spilt up remaining zerg making it harder for the overlords to control them. meeting in the middle and flanking the ultralisk because no one by themselfs could kill that beast". pausing for a moment and thinking about what he just said he may have thought he had over stepped his bounds. "I'm sorry sir mine is to act, not to think" getting back onto the vulture, turning around and zipping back, he returned to the tank ready to help defend the tank on its way back to base
Occ: sorry about the late post, I live in aust and alot of posting happens when I'm sleeping
