Chris opened a supply crate to find some Gas grenades. "Anyone with a Grenade launcher may want to have a look at these." He said and grabbed a few for himself.
Hellhounds. A Starcraft RP (Recruitment by invite only; send msg) Chapter 1: Fall of the Confederacy
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"Then we're going to fight them off again." Chris replied. " Just don't bring up the Zerg when we're on this mission though. The locals are already scared enough as it is. And at least this system is better defended than the Antiga system. Anyway, I doubt we'll have any more Zerg problems. The Confederacy increased military space patrols after Mar Sara was attacked."
grabbing some rubber pellets and loading them into his shotgun shells he pumped the shotgun and as the ship touched down and he hanger bay door opened he shouted "OOH RAA" before jumping into the tank shutting the hatch and driving out towards the local police.
After checking his supplies Korbus jumps off the dropship and follows on foot towards the Local Police, thinking to himself 'I wonder if this will be as easy as a few simple rioters.' Reaching out with his mind and probing people alone the way. While nobody noticed the probing Korbus became increasing worried about the mission. 'It may not be as simple as it sounds. The confederacy has had a bad reputation since the guild wars. This is only making it worse. If people new what really happened on Mar Sara, then i doubt that we would be using non-lethal tactics.' Going over his supplies in his mind Korbus made a checklist. 'Rubber bullets, 4 Gas Grenades, 2 H-E grenades, H-E bullets, and Armour Piecing bullets for his pistol. Probably could have left the A-P bullets behind, but it pays to be prepared.' Speaking aloud for the first time since landing
"I've got a bad feeling about this mission. The simple ones always turn out the hardest."
"I've got a bad feeling about this mission. The simple ones always turn out the hardest."
?Truth to that Korbus, but lets not think like that or this will go wrong.? Drake was still uneasy about all that has been going on, but this isn?t the first time he entered civil unrest, he only hoped that, it would not turn into a civil war like the last time, and that heed half to put a bullet in some rebel leaders head.
They met up with a Constable who informed the Hellhounds on the situation. "We have riots on this street, police are holding the mob back well enough. The real problem are the ones vandalizing. We need them aprehended but we just don't have the manpower to do it."
"Right," Chris said, "we'll take care of the criminals. What about the main rioters?"
"We can't subdo them," the constable said, "they're in their rights to have a protest. However, they've been warned that violence will not be tolerated."
"Seems to me like you're not being respected though." Chris said. "If they've escalated into a riot, that means violence."
"Like I said; we lack manpower." The constable explained.
"Okay then we'll take it from here." Chris said. "Just hold the rioters back, we'll do the rest."
"Right," Chris said, "we'll take care of the criminals. What about the main rioters?"
"We can't subdo them," the constable said, "they're in their rights to have a protest. However, they've been warned that violence will not be tolerated."
"Seems to me like you're not being respected though." Chris said. "If they've escalated into a riot, that means violence."
"Like I said; we lack manpower." The constable explained.
"Okay then we'll take it from here." Chris said. "Just hold the rioters back, we'll do the rest."
My Napalm launcher thingy had been filled with some type of foam and my assault rifle with rubber bullets. The Tank that Dakor and I were on rumbled infront of the squad. I finally saw the rioters, they ewere trying to break through the normal police line. As soon as they saw us a loud mumble erupted from the mob though they did not back down.
"Orders Commander?"
"Orders Commander?"
"Home sweet home" muttered Marcus under his breath. He looked at Chris, "I'll take the lower east side of the city. Keeping vandals at bay isn't exactly my M.O. but I'll try to not get carried away" he added with a smile "If shit hits the fan and you need a sniper, just yell"
He walked down the path leading away from the main city square. He heard the muffled gunshots of the riot police going off and the screams of the protesters far off. He turned his attention to other things as he patrolled the area ahead. The city was built near the surrounding lush green hills that encompass a small portion of the planet, the majority of which was nothing but a big dust bowl.
Marcus had reached the commercial district of the city, the streets were empty and the air was still except for the occasional sound of the protesters far off. The local police had initiated a curfew to protect the civilians and themselves from potential rioting and judging from the current time, the curfew had been in effect for the last few hours. The place felt like a ghost town. He continued to walk down the streets on the lookout for any signs of trouble, a hand on each of his duel pistols to show he would initiate non-lethal force if he had to. The sniper rifle lay slung across his back, a clear sign that lethal force would be taken as an absolute last resort.
"What's taking so long, open that goddamned door now!", Marcus picked up the voice of someone coming from a nearby building. Someone was out past their curfew and away from the group of main protesters. "Possible vandal activity, moving to investigate" Marcus said into his headset.
The surrounding streets were lined with all sort of shops; most of them were bars or small restaurants but Marcus was more concerned with the weapons store that he had just spotted around the corner. The front of the shop was clear but the rear was in a darkened alleyway. Stealthily he moved around the building and took cover in the relative darkness of the alleyway, crouching behind a dumpster. The thermal imaging camera mounted on his HUD showed the signatures of two figures crouched low fiddling with the lock on the rear door of the weapons store. Marcus spoke into the comms before engaging the confirmed vandals.
"Commander, vandals sighted in the commercial district attempting to rob a weapons store. Do I take prisoners or do I knock the ever loving crap out of them but without killing em?" he asked.
He walked down the path leading away from the main city square. He heard the muffled gunshots of the riot police going off and the screams of the protesters far off. He turned his attention to other things as he patrolled the area ahead. The city was built near the surrounding lush green hills that encompass a small portion of the planet, the majority of which was nothing but a big dust bowl.
Marcus had reached the commercial district of the city, the streets were empty and the air was still except for the occasional sound of the protesters far off. The local police had initiated a curfew to protect the civilians and themselves from potential rioting and judging from the current time, the curfew had been in effect for the last few hours. The place felt like a ghost town. He continued to walk down the streets on the lookout for any signs of trouble, a hand on each of his duel pistols to show he would initiate non-lethal force if he had to. The sniper rifle lay slung across his back, a clear sign that lethal force would be taken as an absolute last resort.
"What's taking so long, open that goddamned door now!", Marcus picked up the voice of someone coming from a nearby building. Someone was out past their curfew and away from the group of main protesters. "Possible vandal activity, moving to investigate" Marcus said into his headset.
The surrounding streets were lined with all sort of shops; most of them were bars or small restaurants but Marcus was more concerned with the weapons store that he had just spotted around the corner. The front of the shop was clear but the rear was in a darkened alleyway. Stealthily he moved around the building and took cover in the relative darkness of the alleyway, crouching behind a dumpster. The thermal imaging camera mounted on his HUD showed the signatures of two figures crouched low fiddling with the lock on the rear door of the weapons store. Marcus spoke into the comms before engaging the confirmed vandals.
"Commander, vandals sighted in the commercial district attempting to rob a weapons store. Do I take prisoners or do I knock the ever loving crap out of them but without killing em?" he asked.
"Give them a warning first if they haven't already stolen anything." Chris said. "If they've already robbed the store or refuse to desist, subdo them and bring them to the closest police checkpoint."
Chris was walking through some quiet streets in a commercial district. There were many businesses closed due to the protests. Chris then saw some kids painting something on a building face. "Korhal saves us. Confederacy controls us." The graffiti said.
"You there." Chris said to the vandals. "You're under arrest. Put down the paint can and put your hands on your head. We will escort you to the Police checkpoint."
"Screw you, you Confederate tool!" One of the youths yelled.
"Shut up jackass." The other said. "Look he's a Hellhound." He pointed to the insignia on Chris' shoulder plate. The first youth then gasped and turned to run away. Chris leveled his rifle and shot him in the back with a rubber bullet. The youth fell on the pavement with a yelp. Blood began to pool from his face. "Oh my god man!" the other youth yelled. "You killed him! You fucking killed him!"
"Calm down." Chris said and he turned the facedown vandal. He was trembling and his nose was bleeding. "You ready to go to the checkpoint now?" The vandal nodded frantically. Chris lifted him off the ground with one arm and put him on his feet. He then cuffed the two vandals together and pushed them along down the street.
They passed in front of an appartment complex and a middle aged woman came running out of it screaming; "My babies! You're taking my babies!"
"Ma'am calm down," Chris began, "these boys were caught vandalizing private property. I'm taking them to the police. You will be able to get them at the station."
"But... but." The woman stammered. She was standing in front of Chris, gripping her two boys.
"Ma'am, you're currently in the way of a Confederate Military operation, stand aside." The woman took a few steps back and walked back into the complex, never taking her eyes of her sons. Chris sighed. Why are they sending us on this damned mission? He thought to himself.
Chris was walking through some quiet streets in a commercial district. There were many businesses closed due to the protests. Chris then saw some kids painting something on a building face. "Korhal saves us. Confederacy controls us." The graffiti said.
"You there." Chris said to the vandals. "You're under arrest. Put down the paint can and put your hands on your head. We will escort you to the Police checkpoint."
"Screw you, you Confederate tool!" One of the youths yelled.
"Shut up jackass." The other said. "Look he's a Hellhound." He pointed to the insignia on Chris' shoulder plate. The first youth then gasped and turned to run away. Chris leveled his rifle and shot him in the back with a rubber bullet. The youth fell on the pavement with a yelp. Blood began to pool from his face. "Oh my god man!" the other youth yelled. "You killed him! You fucking killed him!"
"Calm down." Chris said and he turned the facedown vandal. He was trembling and his nose was bleeding. "You ready to go to the checkpoint now?" The vandal nodded frantically. Chris lifted him off the ground with one arm and put him on his feet. He then cuffed the two vandals together and pushed them along down the street.
They passed in front of an appartment complex and a middle aged woman came running out of it screaming; "My babies! You're taking my babies!"
"Ma'am calm down," Chris began, "these boys were caught vandalizing private property. I'm taking them to the police. You will be able to get them at the station."
"But... but." The woman stammered. She was standing in front of Chris, gripping her two boys.
"Ma'am, you're currently in the way of a Confederate Military operation, stand aside." The woman took a few steps back and walked back into the complex, never taking her eyes of her sons. Chris sighed. Why are they sending us on this damned mission? He thought to himself.
Strolling through the streets Korbus scanned the area for looters. Coming into an open area with shops lining the area he stops, looking across the street he saw 3 vandals robbing an electronics store. "Looters, sighed going to apprehend them."
Korbus took cover across the street leveled his gun and took aim, his HUD readout told him all 3 men were armed. "Damn, Commander all 3 men are armed and looting a shop, should i warn them or take them down, non-lethal of course?"
Korbus took cover across the street leveled his gun and took aim, his HUD readout told him all 3 men were armed. "Damn, Commander all 3 men are armed and looting a shop, should i warn them or take them down, non-lethal of course?"
Marcus stepped into intercept the two vandals. "You do realize that you are both indulging in a highly illegal pastime don't you?" he spoke suddenly to the criminals that were still unaware of his presence. They spun around, one dropped his lock picking tool to the ground in surprise. "Who are you?" the closer of the two asked shining a flashlight at Marcus. "What do you-" he stopped short as he noticed the full body armor and Hellhounds insignia worn by the sharpshooter.
"Shit! he is a Confederate marine Max. What do we do now?" the other vandal hissed at his partner. It was apparent that Max was armed as he pulled out a semi automatic rifle from under his coat. "We don't want your help, Confederate Scum" Max spat leveling the rifle at Marcus. "The Sons of Korhal will come for us, we don't need your help. We will show the mighty Confederacy who is in charge in this sector, We will-"
"The Korhal won't be coming for you, we are your only hope right now" Marcus interrupted. He channeled his psionic energy and focused it on the weapon Max was carrying. In a flash he had disassembled the rifle before the eyes of the criminals and let the individual bits and pieces fall to the ground.
"What the?..he's one of them Ghosts!. RUN!" Max's accomplice screamed and bolted off down the alleyway. Max stood there for a second, staring down at his dismantled rifle before joining his friend in a sprint.
Marcus let off a sigh before pulling out his pistols. His HUD tracker clearly showed the targets in the darkness. Two shots rang out, echoing through the alleyway. Both rubber bullets met their mark striking both targets at the back of the head. They both slumped to the ground unconscious.
It was slow going but Marcus finally made it to the police compound with two unconscious criminals draped across his shoulders. A police officer looked at him curiously.."where did you find them?" he asked. "Lower east side, trying to rob a weapons store. They should wake up soon, with a mighty big headache" Marcus replied. With a nod he turned to leave the station.
"Shit! he is a Confederate marine Max. What do we do now?" the other vandal hissed at his partner. It was apparent that Max was armed as he pulled out a semi automatic rifle from under his coat. "We don't want your help, Confederate Scum" Max spat leveling the rifle at Marcus. "The Sons of Korhal will come for us, we don't need your help. We will show the mighty Confederacy who is in charge in this sector, We will-"
"The Korhal won't be coming for you, we are your only hope right now" Marcus interrupted. He channeled his psionic energy and focused it on the weapon Max was carrying. In a flash he had disassembled the rifle before the eyes of the criminals and let the individual bits and pieces fall to the ground.
"What the?..he's one of them Ghosts!. RUN!" Max's accomplice screamed and bolted off down the alleyway. Max stood there for a second, staring down at his dismantled rifle before joining his friend in a sprint.
Marcus let off a sigh before pulling out his pistols. His HUD tracker clearly showed the targets in the darkness. Two shots rang out, echoing through the alleyway. Both rubber bullets met their mark striking both targets at the back of the head. They both slumped to the ground unconscious.
It was slow going but Marcus finally made it to the police compound with two unconscious criminals draped across his shoulders. A police officer looked at him curiously.."where did you find them?" he asked. "Lower east side, trying to rob a weapons store. They should wake up soon, with a mighty big headache" Marcus replied. With a nod he turned to leave the station.
Boomer patrolled the streets behind his fellow squad with apprehension. He wasn't sure about the new Hellhound role of riot supression but he was going with it. After all, orders are orders!. He had his new machine pistol ready in his hand. It was a long time since he had last served as a marine but he still felt that he could handle a hostile situation. Still it was best to let the professionals do the assaulting and for him to do the healing. He was always impressed when the Commander and other specialists like Korbus and Marcus made solo ventures into hostile territories but he knew that the Commander was one of the finest marines around with tons of combat experience and Korbus was a veteran commando and Marcus had his special Ghost training and they all had Psionic abilities to assist them. He was about to make another observation when Dakor walked past him.
"Hey Dakor" Boomer hailed him. "Hows the battle scars and the new suit going?" "Good to see you back in action"
"Hey Dakor" Boomer hailed him. "Hows the battle scars and the new suit going?" "Good to see you back in action"
The Tank sidled up to the police line. I poked my head out of the hatch, my helmet had an obvious effect on the rioters, murmurs of *He's a Hellhound* and *Dirty Confederate scum* drifted from the Mob. Suddenly, one man shoved his way to the front of the crowd and shouted
"Get off our planet, we're with the Korhal now!" And with that cry he had whipped the crowd into a frenzy, they surged forward and crushed the flimsy police line. I fired my rifle into the crowd without aiming, the bullets thudded into the front line.
"Any Hellhound in the vicinity, get your ass over here! Dakor and I can't hold them off forever!"
"Get off our planet, we're with the Korhal now!" And with that cry he had whipped the crowd into a frenzy, they surged forward and crushed the flimsy police line. I fired my rifle into the crowd without aiming, the bullets thudded into the front line.
"Any Hellhound in the vicinity, get your ass over here! Dakor and I can't hold them off forever!"
"Hey Ross" Boomer smiled at the marine. "So it has come to this, babysitting a bunch of rioters" he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Although, this has it's advantages. I mean since everyone is using non-lethal rounds maybe me as a medic can look at this as a vacation eh?".
Suddenly his headset crackled into life and he heard Roman call for assistance.
"Guess I spoke to soon. Come on we better get a move on. We are not that far from his location".
Suddenly his headset crackled into life and he heard Roman call for assistance.
"Guess I spoke to soon. Come on we better get a move on. We are not that far from his location".
Drake was patrolling the west par of the city and like the rest on it the curfew, was in affect. No one was in the street, but he did see some ruffling inside some of the apartment complex around him, curious people, interested in the lone fully armored soldier walking the streets.
?Kill the Zregling and got my sided opened, spent 7 hours in a dam med tube, for what, to walk the street and watch out for ?criminals? me this sucks.? Drake said to himself. Drake never dealt with this kind of mission before, lucky Chris and Marcus gave him some pointers, keep your pistol at hand loaded with rubber bullets and your rifle slung over your shoulder gust in case.
Drake noticed a small group of teen boys just standing around outside a four story apartment. ?Could be trouble? Drake thought. He moved up to them and said
?Curfew was two hours ago, return to your home pleas.?
The group looked at him with both fear and discus, when they saw the armor and Hellhound logo.
The leader came up to Drake, as the group made a circle of bodies around him.
?Listen up you confederate scum, me and my boy, we own this street, and no police or armored freak is gonna? tell us otherwise? he moved up closer to Drake ?Got it? and he pocked him in the chest.
With lightning speed Drake grabbed the boys wrist and lifted him up
?Now, you listened to me you snot nose punk, for now I?m nice but I can lose my temper real quick, now I suggest you all go home? now!? Drake said.
?You let go off the boss!? One of the boys said, and he punch Drake with all his strength, Drake herd bone snap, and the boy fell in pain, the ?boss? started to squirm and kick Drake, to no avail. The rest of the boys scattered and left.
?Looks like I got me to attacks on and military official, come along boy, to lock up with you.? Drake said as he pulled the boys back to he police HQ. That?s when he got the call from Roman for some assistance, more work, he thought to himself.
?Kill the Zregling and got my sided opened, spent 7 hours in a dam med tube, for what, to walk the street and watch out for ?criminals? me this sucks.? Drake said to himself. Drake never dealt with this kind of mission before, lucky Chris and Marcus gave him some pointers, keep your pistol at hand loaded with rubber bullets and your rifle slung over your shoulder gust in case.
Drake noticed a small group of teen boys just standing around outside a four story apartment. ?Could be trouble? Drake thought. He moved up to them and said
?Curfew was two hours ago, return to your home pleas.?
The group looked at him with both fear and discus, when they saw the armor and Hellhound logo.
The leader came up to Drake, as the group made a circle of bodies around him.
?Listen up you confederate scum, me and my boy, we own this street, and no police or armored freak is gonna? tell us otherwise? he moved up closer to Drake ?Got it? and he pocked him in the chest.
With lightning speed Drake grabbed the boys wrist and lifted him up
?Now, you listened to me you snot nose punk, for now I?m nice but I can lose my temper real quick, now I suggest you all go home? now!? Drake said.
?You let go off the boss!? One of the boys said, and he punch Drake with all his strength, Drake herd bone snap, and the boy fell in pain, the ?boss? started to squirm and kick Drake, to no avail. The rest of the boys scattered and left.
?Looks like I got me to attacks on and military official, come along boy, to lock up with you.? Drake said as he pulled the boys back to he police HQ. That?s when he got the call from Roman for some assistance, more work, he thought to himself.
Hearing the call for backup Korbus takes action, firing the first few rounds he takes out the first vandal. Swinging his gun round and firing again he takes out the sound vandal. Hearing the gunfire the third vandal looks across the street and opens fire. Jumping to the side Korbus just gets out of the firing arc of the vandal as A-P bullets riddle the wall with holes.
"Fuck, what the hell are vandals doing with Armor Piecing bullets."
Running across the shop front Korbus takes aim and drops the third vandal with a burst of fire from his rifle. Checking to make sure all 3 are out cold, Korbus then ties them up with packing cord then ties all three together. He then radios there position to local forces and runs off to help Roman and Dakor.
"Fuck, what the hell are vandals doing with Armor Piecing bullets."
Running across the shop front Korbus takes aim and drops the third vandal with a burst of fire from his rifle. Checking to make sure all 3 are out cold, Korbus then ties them up with packing cord then ties all three together. He then radios there position to local forces and runs off to help Roman and Dakor.
walking the street alone with his newly fitted gun fastened in his hand he thinks to himself "the hellhounds, one of the greatest and fearsist fighting forces the confederacy has ever known, reduced to policemen damit all." looking down at his new nolethal gear he's content that he brought two clips or his faverite ammo just in case as well as some new HE grenades
Hearing the pley over the radio he rushes to the scean of the riot. Seeing the huge crowd gathered and attacking the tank he transfers his radio to the outboard speakers set within the suit. "QUIIIIIIIIITE" he yelled suprised at how loud the speakers really were. "Now listen all of you, we dont wanna be here just as much as you dont want us here. the faster every one shuts up the faster we leave" he says trying to stop the crowd
a voice in the crowd yells back at him "shut up you confederite dog" before throwing a glass bottle filled with some kind of liquid with a lit piece of paper at the end, a molatov cocktail. it landed right on top of base and yet he still didnt move
" Ha is that all you got, this suit is designed to withstand heat of over 2000 degrees, your gunna have to do alot better then that" and with that he rasied his gun and shot one round into the shocked man.
"Now are you gunna go home or me and my friends over there gunna have to do that to all of you. because trust me we will" he says cocking his gun for dramatic effect
Hearing the pley over the radio he rushes to the scean of the riot. Seeing the huge crowd gathered and attacking the tank he transfers his radio to the outboard speakers set within the suit. "QUIIIIIIIIITE" he yelled suprised at how loud the speakers really were. "Now listen all of you, we dont wanna be here just as much as you dont want us here. the faster every one shuts up the faster we leave" he says trying to stop the crowd
a voice in the crowd yells back at him "shut up you confederite dog" before throwing a glass bottle filled with some kind of liquid with a lit piece of paper at the end, a molatov cocktail. it landed right on top of base and yet he still didnt move
" Ha is that all you got, this suit is designed to withstand heat of over 2000 degrees, your gunna have to do alot better then that" and with that he rasied his gun and shot one round into the shocked man.
"Now are you gunna go home or me and my friends over there gunna have to do that to all of you. because trust me we will" he says cocking his gun for dramatic effect
Draine ran over to the crowd of rebelling citizens and attempted to calm them down by getting into their minds. But to no avail, he could not get a control of them. There minds were clouded with too much anger. "Well then...I guess a more practical approach is needed." he muttered to himself. Taking his rifle, he fired tear gas into the mob of people. Some of the people ran after being hit with the strength of the gas. "Roman! We need to close in on them so they have nowhere to run. Picking up a police shield from the ground, most likely dropped by an office when the riot broke out, Draine moved in towards the crowd. Several objects were thrown at him but they bounced off harmlessly off his suit and off the shield. "RETURN TO YOUR HOMES NOW OR WE WILL USE FORCE TO CONTAIN YOU!" Draine shouted over the yelling and cursing.