Chapter 8: Chapter 8: GET TACTICAL!

The 7th Company of the MPD (Military Police Department) were fully dispatched.

 

7 Tactical Squads of 10 man troops along with their unit specific Trojan Dropships, several dozen men acting in support roles such as pilots, drone operators, surveillance teams, and many more.

 

Their dropships descended from the sky like ravens, their engines roaring as they approached the hot zone.

 

As the troops inside prepared themselves, occasional static would pierce their ears as comms from pilots could be heard.

 

(BZ~) “This Trojan 3, approaching the hot zone” (OVER)

 

(BZ~) “This is Trojan 4, be advised we’re taking small arms fire from down below” (OVER)

 

(BZ~) “Roger, That Trojan 3” (OVER)

 

The city below was in chaos, buildings burning and people running in fear. The streets were filled with the sound of gunfire and explosions. 

 

This was Sector 9. An anarchist hot bed of the Outer sector of Omega. Otherwise known as the Dark Side by its inhabitants. 

 

The MPD outpost here was supposed to be quite a formidable fortress really. It was a bunker complex from the old war that had been repurposed into an outpost by the MPD.

 

But after its destruction of the outpost a noticeable gap had appeared, in which many nearby gangs have taken interest in; a brutal and gritty turf war ensued.

 

(BZ~) “This is Trojan 6, WE’RE HERE GO! GO! GO!” (OVER)

 

The dropships landed in a small open square, and the soldiers disembarked quickly, weapons at the ready. 

 

They were dressed in black body armor with blue under clothes, and they moved with a sense of purpose, resembling shadows that are dancing.

 

Their weapons are mostly energy based, such as a hot-shot plasma gun, or plasma tipped combat knife. 

 

The reason for this was the threat they faced.

 

Normal projectile based weapons wouldn’t really work against a modified humanoid with several dozen implants. Unless of course it packed quite a punch like an artillery piece or something.

 

The captain of the 7th company, a bald man with a mustache otherwise known as Captain Luck led the way. 

 

He signaled for his men to move forward, and they advanced towards the center of the hot zone. 

 

They encountered resistance from the criminals and gangs that crawled about like roaches, but the MPD were well-trained and disciplined, and they pushed forward despite the danger.

 

Slaughtering most of the unorganized opposition. Leaving a trail of bodies and puddles of hissing plasma. 

 

As they reached the center of the hot zone, Luck could see that the situation was worse than he had imagined. Mumbling to himself, “Well… Shit…”

 

The outpost was in ruins, and the streets were filled with bodies of both gangsters and MPD forces that tried to withstand the attack.

 

After briefly surveying the area he signaled with his hand to secure the area.

 

He turned on his comm bead in his ear, and in a steady and commanding voice he spoke to the tactical teams on the ground. 

 

"Listen up, men. We’ll hold this area until the survey team can find any clues as to who's responsible, so set up some positions… a whole lotta pain is coming our way.”

 

“Be advised to consider all non-MPD members as hostile until we leave this area!”

 

“And remember, we are the Military Police Department and we're the last line of defense for this city. The last symbol of Order and Justice! SO GIVE’EM HELL MEN!" (BZ~)

 

The men tensed up at Luck's speech. Some were more inspired than others, but after that moment they could hear noises echoing throughout the streets.

 

Although not visible to the ground teams, the recon drone team picked up the disturbance.

 

A hoard of junkies, gangsters, and hoodlums. And like a pack of wolves, feral and savage they were approaching the destroyed outpost.

 

(BZ~) “Be advised this is Oracle, we spotted at least 3 mobs headed your way 3 clicks west of your posi- w-wait what is that?” (BZ~)

 

“Huh?” “Come again, Oracle? ORACLE!” With an irritated demanoner Officer Coals slammed his fist on the concrete wall.

 

“Shit, we lost contact.”

 

“Heh, first time in Dark Side, kid?”

 

Coals looked at where the voice came from and replied back, “D-dark Side?”

 

It was Officer Onix, one of the more senior officers in the squad. 

 

Onix was cybernetic or SUPER-human as most people say, both his arms have been replaced with cold hard steel, his eyes glowed an unnatural blue hue from his augmented eyes.

 

Coals was a street kid who recently joined, so he didn’t have the luxury of getting many augmentations except for a bionic eye that didn’t really provide any combat benefits.

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Onix sat behind some rubble with his hot-shot plasma gun at the ready.

 

Although talking he constantly surveyed the area with his bionic eye like some hungry vulture searching for any prey to feast upon.

 

“Oh? Pray, tell, which sector you are from?”

 

Coals, who was assigned as Onix’s partner, guarded the narrow street behind the destroyed outpost. In a hesitant voice Coals responded, “S-sector 5”

 

“Heh, Not bad, not bad at all.”

 

“Dark Side, it’s has everything I tell’ya”

 

“Oh?”

 

“It’s the main black market district in the outer walls, hell you can find literally anything here… If you can manage to hold onto it.”

 

Suddenly they heard a voice in the direction they were guarding. “THIS WAY!”

 

The two officers quickly went silent, when they heard the sound of gunfire in the distance. 

 

They exchanged a quick look, and Officer Coals radioed for backup, but only got static.

 

Suddenly, a group of augmented gangsters appeared at the narrow alleyway, armed with makeshift weapons.

 

But compared to the previous gangster these ones had a distinct color associated with them black and green.

 

Onix, eyes narrowed as he quickly could tell the uniforms or rather markings on the gangster meant. “Dam, it's the Nocturne guild…”

 

Onix didn't hesitate, and he began to shoot his plasma guns against the mob, carving a hot path of plasma. The plasma would howl as it would strike its target with the intensity of a mini star colliding against a moon.

 

The gangsters were taken aback by the intense firepower of the Onix's weapon, but they didn't give up easily. 

 

They fought back with tricks of their own, they unleashed genetically modified hounds.

 

Berks, they called them, the hound’s horrific and cruel treatment has caused them to lose all sense of reason other than to hunt and kill.

 

They sprinted through the alley like a flowing river, dodging most of the incoming fire from Onix.

 

“OI! COALS! COALS! OPEN FIRE DAMMIT!” 

 

Coals was somewhat shell shocked from the scene before him, not that they had to kill gangsters or dogs. 

 

But rather it was only two of them against a mob.

 

Onix, seeing that Coals was unresponsive, slowly retreated back into a safer location, while continuing to maintain a steady barrage of fire.

 

At least 3 Berks made it through the constant fire, two immediately rushed and pounced at Coals.

 

Coals fell on his back, as the Berks tried to savagely bite and claw their way through the armor. Like a shark with fur, ferocious and merciless.

 

Onix tried to shoot the 3rd Berk which was running towards him but his plasma gun had overheated from the constant fire.

 

Onix didn't flinch as the Berk charged at him, its eyes radiating with rage. 

 

He stood his ground, his cybernetic arms at the ready. As the hound closed in, he unleashed a right hook across the face of the hound, causing it to slam against a wall with a thunderous crash.

 

The hound howled in pain, but it didn't give up. It stood back up, growling as it did, foaming at the mouth.

 

Onix pulled out his plasma tipped combat knife, it hissed as the plasma activated.

 

But just before the Berk could make its move it was shot by hot blue plasma.

 

A squirm and a hiss could be heard before the hound died.

 

Onix adjusted his sight and he could see that Coals took the shot. His body armor is riddled with marks and semi torn.

 

Blood dripped from Coal’s left arm which had a gaping bite mark.

 

Onix was amazed to see two corpses of the Berks lying underneath Coals. Each with burn marks from presumably the Plasma combat knife.

 

Onix grinned and gave a snarky remark, “Well I’ll admit Coals… maybe we will live through this shit after all.”

 

The battle continued in the alleyway behind the destroyed outpost much like everywhere else. 

 

Shots echoed and rang as if a church bell was ringing for every second that passed.

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