Post by Kitmarch on Oct 15, 2006 23:25:25 GMT
Timeline - The Requiem War
Kit limped over to the safety rail and gazed downwards. About thirty feet below, another group of Council, several dozen strong were making thier way along the road. They were moving swiftly through the disputed zone, doubtless headed for the blasted factory ruins half a mile away where the main engagement was taking place. They had not yet noticed the small group of figures on the walkway above them, but it was only a matter of moments.
She looked back at the rest of the team. They all looked rather the worse for wear, even by the standards of heroes most of the way through thier daily rotation through the front lines. The team had been on a strike into no-mans land to extract an army platoon that had been cut off in the earlier retreat. They had been too late though, finding only warwolves gnawing on what remained of the soilder’s bodies.
There were now about a dozen fewer warwolves in the world.
On thier way back to assist in the factory defence, they had been caught up in a number of altercations with Council patrols and reinforcements moving up. The latest of which had ended up here on the walkway.
Kit moved back from the rail and flexed her leg muscles. The team’s medic was busy trying to hold the battered form of another team member together and had trusted Kit’s armour to heal her. The trust was not misplaced, but the damage inflicted by a rocket launcher was not quickly recovered. The rest of the group were currently in a state of collapse, grabbing what momentry rest they could. They were lucky to have an empath along, really. Most of them were back in the field hospitals.
It was at this point two council attack drones levitated themselves to scan the walkway. An energy blast punched a neat hole through the exact center of one and it dropped like a rock onto the troops below. The other was enfluged in flames and exploded, spraying shrapnel over the area. The entire team ducked back instictively from a hail of fire as the group below responded automaticaly.
The hammering of several heavy boots on the stairwell was something of a relief. The team were throughly suppressed, but it seemed the council hadn’t packed any grenade launchers and were coming up to finish them in person. Kit’s last rational thought on the matter was a curse on the whole team for allowing them to be caught in such a stupid position.
The twinges in her leg almost gone, Kit chuckled to herself and ran for the stairway. She made it there just as the first council troops ascended the final flight. Launching herself into a clumsy flying kick, Kit slammed feet first into the first soldier. The impact smashed his ribcage, propelled him backwards into the troops behind and robbed Kit of most of her momentum, she landed neatly on her feet and charged.
The berserkergang was now fully in control of the young woman as she slammed into the packed soldiers, she struck right and left with fists and feet, superdense muscles driving armoured limbs into fragile bodies. Skulls were shattered, chests were crushed and limbs were broken at unnatural angles under her onslaught and blood flowed freely. The bodies of those that fell were torn by the blades on her boots, spraying fluids everywhere and further adding to the confusion. Unable to move, unable to fight back and reeling from the sheer fury of Kit’s assault, the Council troops turned and began a fuliscale rout down the stairwell, closely pursued by a laughing madwoman.
Still acting purely on reflex, Kit snatched up an assualt rifle in each hand and sprayed fire into the backs of the retreating soldiers, unwilling to further dirty her hands with the blood of such cowards. The recoil was fierce and Kit had little experience with guns, but with the Council so closely packed at such short range almost every round found a target.
With the stairway choked with bodies, Kit leapt nimbly onto the bannister rail and ran down, her tail giving her a superhuman sense of balance. she continued to spray fire at the council troops at ground level until she ran out of ammo. Kit threw the guns at a nearby retreating trooper and was rewarded with a sickening crack. Then she launched herself sideways off the stairway and straight at the heart of the body of troops.
Dozens of gun barrels were lining up on her desecending form when Kit vanished with a bang. The Council did not have time to be suprised before she reapeared right in thier midst in a cloud of superheated air and smashed the legs out from the nearest troops with a sweep kick. Kit’s laughter was now loud, grating and insane as she tore a bloody path through the council, changing direction at random. The group was large, though and determined. They pressed in on all sides raining blows and firing all manner of weapons, more intent on bringing down the threat in their midst than looking out for thier comrades.
A bullet tore along the side of Kit’s head at the same time as a foot caught her in the side, staggering her. The soliders were closing in, intent on finishing her, when a hail of fire from the heroes on the walkway smashed into them from above and literaly blew them away. A few of the soldiers attempted to run, but were cut down. There was a war on after all, and no-one was in a hurry to make arrests.
----
Kit sat by herself in a quiet corner of the factory and clasped her hands together tightly to stop them from shaking. Most of her armour was slick with blood and other repungent fluids. A good portion of it was her own, leaked from the many wounds she hadn’t noticed in the fight. With the council attack on the factory complex beaten back when their reinforcements didn’t arrive, Kit was probably done for the day. soon she would be able to head back to the rear areas and have a nice shower, assuming the water hadn’t been cut off again. The day had been a long one, especailly as she had been seperated from her partner Alfred early on when he had been called away to assist with communications. Then there had been the push through the sewer network, the frantic retreat back across town in the face of massed artillary and finally the failed relief mission into the disputed area.
She released her hands and wrapped her arms around herself tightly. The fits were getting worse it seemed. The relaxation of normal combat rules for the war sitution allowed the berserker state to run free and the consequences were smeared all over her body.
Kit sighed. She was really looking forward to that shower.
((Yes, I know. Creative writing is not my field.
))
Kit limped over to the safety rail and gazed downwards. About thirty feet below, another group of Council, several dozen strong were making thier way along the road. They were moving swiftly through the disputed zone, doubtless headed for the blasted factory ruins half a mile away where the main engagement was taking place. They had not yet noticed the small group of figures on the walkway above them, but it was only a matter of moments.
She looked back at the rest of the team. They all looked rather the worse for wear, even by the standards of heroes most of the way through thier daily rotation through the front lines. The team had been on a strike into no-mans land to extract an army platoon that had been cut off in the earlier retreat. They had been too late though, finding only warwolves gnawing on what remained of the soilder’s bodies.
There were now about a dozen fewer warwolves in the world.
On thier way back to assist in the factory defence, they had been caught up in a number of altercations with Council patrols and reinforcements moving up. The latest of which had ended up here on the walkway.
Kit moved back from the rail and flexed her leg muscles. The team’s medic was busy trying to hold the battered form of another team member together and had trusted Kit’s armour to heal her. The trust was not misplaced, but the damage inflicted by a rocket launcher was not quickly recovered. The rest of the group were currently in a state of collapse, grabbing what momentry rest they could. They were lucky to have an empath along, really. Most of them were back in the field hospitals.
It was at this point two council attack drones levitated themselves to scan the walkway. An energy blast punched a neat hole through the exact center of one and it dropped like a rock onto the troops below. The other was enfluged in flames and exploded, spraying shrapnel over the area. The entire team ducked back instictively from a hail of fire as the group below responded automaticaly.
The hammering of several heavy boots on the stairwell was something of a relief. The team were throughly suppressed, but it seemed the council hadn’t packed any grenade launchers and were coming up to finish them in person. Kit’s last rational thought on the matter was a curse on the whole team for allowing them to be caught in such a stupid position.
The twinges in her leg almost gone, Kit chuckled to herself and ran for the stairway. She made it there just as the first council troops ascended the final flight. Launching herself into a clumsy flying kick, Kit slammed feet first into the first soldier. The impact smashed his ribcage, propelled him backwards into the troops behind and robbed Kit of most of her momentum, she landed neatly on her feet and charged.
The berserkergang was now fully in control of the young woman as she slammed into the packed soldiers, she struck right and left with fists and feet, superdense muscles driving armoured limbs into fragile bodies. Skulls were shattered, chests were crushed and limbs were broken at unnatural angles under her onslaught and blood flowed freely. The bodies of those that fell were torn by the blades on her boots, spraying fluids everywhere and further adding to the confusion. Unable to move, unable to fight back and reeling from the sheer fury of Kit’s assault, the Council troops turned and began a fuliscale rout down the stairwell, closely pursued by a laughing madwoman.
Still acting purely on reflex, Kit snatched up an assualt rifle in each hand and sprayed fire into the backs of the retreating soldiers, unwilling to further dirty her hands with the blood of such cowards. The recoil was fierce and Kit had little experience with guns, but with the Council so closely packed at such short range almost every round found a target.
With the stairway choked with bodies, Kit leapt nimbly onto the bannister rail and ran down, her tail giving her a superhuman sense of balance. she continued to spray fire at the council troops at ground level until she ran out of ammo. Kit threw the guns at a nearby retreating trooper and was rewarded with a sickening crack. Then she launched herself sideways off the stairway and straight at the heart of the body of troops.
Dozens of gun barrels were lining up on her desecending form when Kit vanished with a bang. The Council did not have time to be suprised before she reapeared right in thier midst in a cloud of superheated air and smashed the legs out from the nearest troops with a sweep kick. Kit’s laughter was now loud, grating and insane as she tore a bloody path through the council, changing direction at random. The group was large, though and determined. They pressed in on all sides raining blows and firing all manner of weapons, more intent on bringing down the threat in their midst than looking out for thier comrades.
A bullet tore along the side of Kit’s head at the same time as a foot caught her in the side, staggering her. The soliders were closing in, intent on finishing her, when a hail of fire from the heroes on the walkway smashed into them from above and literaly blew them away. A few of the soldiers attempted to run, but were cut down. There was a war on after all, and no-one was in a hurry to make arrests.
----
Kit sat by herself in a quiet corner of the factory and clasped her hands together tightly to stop them from shaking. Most of her armour was slick with blood and other repungent fluids. A good portion of it was her own, leaked from the many wounds she hadn’t noticed in the fight. With the council attack on the factory complex beaten back when their reinforcements didn’t arrive, Kit was probably done for the day. soon she would be able to head back to the rear areas and have a nice shower, assuming the water hadn’t been cut off again. The day had been a long one, especailly as she had been seperated from her partner Alfred early on when he had been called away to assist with communications. Then there had been the push through the sewer network, the frantic retreat back across town in the face of massed artillary and finally the failed relief mission into the disputed area.
She released her hands and wrapped her arms around herself tightly. The fits were getting worse it seemed. The relaxation of normal combat rules for the war sitution allowed the berserker state to run free and the consequences were smeared all over her body.
Kit sighed. She was really looking forward to that shower.
((Yes, I know. Creative writing is not my field.
))