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Shadow's Stories Mar 15, 2015 1:06:41 GMT -5

Post by Jack Walker on Mar 15, 2015 1:06:41 GMT -5

Well I got a little bored so I decided to write some shorts. If you read 'em and like 'em feel free to leave comments, much appreciated.

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Four men sat inside a BlackHawk helicopter as it rode through the night, below them the waves rolling as they approached the land. In the distance a glow was rolling, smoke pouring as flashes of light and fire roared as the sounds of battle was lost to the rush of the air, and the whine of the motors. Inside, the four men riding passenger were speaking.

Jack was looking over his M4 with ACOG and Grenade launcher attachments, when he finally spoke up getting everyone on task.

"Alright Bowman, what's the mission again? Run it again so we're all up to speed,"

Bowman looked up from his M16 with MasterKey and EOD sight at everyone, and spoke with authority.

"Alright boyos, our job today is to go save some poor sobs' necks, the target is a team of SEALs, they were there to provide intel and make sure all American assets made it out of the country. Turns out, our motarded brothers from another mother tried crossing the frontline, and ended up getting lost in a war zone. Our mission objective, get in their, hold their hands and tell 'em it'll be okay, patch up any booboos, and engage them gtfo motors with them boys in tow. And remember y'all, they maybe spooks like us, but they are still sailors, so what ever you do, don't drop the soap. We clear?"

The man toting an M249 SAW looked up and spoke. "We going loud all the way? Or do we gotta tip-fucking-toe our way to these poor sods?"

Bowman shook his head. "We've been cleared to go loud Connors, ROE is identify targets, if rebels fire only if fired upon, everything else is a shoot on sight. There should be no civvies in this area, so we shouldn't have to worry about that,"

The last guy, carrying an M14 modded for longer ranges and sniping yelled over the small din that was beginning to raise. "What about air support?"

Bowman looked over and sighed. "We have no, I repeat, no air support Jones. Command doesn't want to run the risk of bombing rebel positions, and it's pure hell out there. There is a carrier out there but orders come directly from the Secretary of the Navy. Oh by the way boys, we're gonna be live so whatever you do don't bad mouth the prez, capiche?"

The sniper rolled his eyes and shook his head as he finished his inspection, and then the chopper shook as a bellow of artillery rounds exploded below. The pilot up front called back to the team.

"It's getting too hot, this is as far as we can bring you in!"

Bowman looked at the rest of the team and signaled to open the door. Jones complied, pulling the lever and sliding the door back as the ground rushed by, followed very quickly with a rush of wind being pushed down by the helicopter's rotors. A rope was thrown down and Bowman yelled as the helicopter came to a quick stop.

"GO GO GO!"

Jones was the first down the rope, followed by Jack, Connors, and lastly Bowman. They quickly slid down the rope, fast roping to the ground to get down as fast as possible. When they took their positions, and Bowman was off the rope, he called into the headset.

"Clear!"

The helicopter taking it's cue, immediately pulled up and back, and the marines started forward. They moved in a diamond formation, Bowman taking lead, Jack on the right, Jones on the left, and Connors bringing up the rear. The street was littered with debris, burnt out cars, buildings that had been torn to shreds from the fighting. A truck was on fire ahead them, looking like a stray arty round had landed nearby and set fire to it, along with a small store. The marines didn't waste time however, moving at a quick jog to make sure that they could react to any threats that appeared. And then the sounds started picking up. The distant pops of artillery, crackle of small arms fire, and the larger whumps of tanks and RPGs going off. They rounded a corner when they finally came up to a small brick wall. Bowman made a small hand signal to go up and over, and everyone else didn't even pause. Jack and Bowman took positions on the way, leaning against it while taking a seated position. Connors and Jones immediately stepped up and scrambled up the wall, then holding out their hands to assist the last two over. Jack and Bowman then scaled it with their team mate's assistance and they were back off, now moving at a slower pace to be more cautious and quiet. They made it about thirty yards when they stopped at a corner, and paused to check the street. There were men up the street, armed with AKs and taking cover for the moment, and then returning fire at the enemy position. They had a truck mounted RPK sitting back a few yards from them, but otherwise they seemed preoccupied. Bowman signaled back the situation, and the others nodded. Slowly moving and placing his steps carefully, Bowman slipped out from the corner moving across the street, Jones took a position directly on the corner, and Connors nodded at Jack. Showtime. Jack walked out into the open calmly, holding his rifle above his head so as to not appear threatening, and Bowman took a shooting position on the other street corner. Connor crawled up behind a nearby truck, readying his 249 at the slightest possibility of danger, and Jack just kept walking. When he was about twenty yards he started shouting in Arabic.

"Peace, Hold fire,"

Several men turned and raised their weapons at him, sizing him up as Jack walked towards them. When they shouted for him to stop, he complied, standing his ground as they began to shout back and forth. Seconds ticked by as a few of them argued, and then Bowman whispered into his comms.

"This is taking too long, waste 'em,"

Jack immediately did a dive/somersault towards the nearest car as the cracks of rifles sounded and red mist began spewing from the soldiers in front of them. In a second it was over, and the team moved up to the barricade. When they peeked over, they looked out into what must have been hell itself. The ground between them and the Navy Seals was littered with debris everywhere, tracer rounds flying all over as artillery and mortars hammered the ground. It was a warzone. Bowman immediately turned to Jones and spoke quickly.

"Jones take a position in that building," he pointed to burned out building to their left "Set up overwatch, and cover our ass. Anyone investigates, shoot first, ask questions later. Call for you to get out is Great Escape,"

Jones nodded and immediately moved over to the nearest door, and with a solid kick, knock it off it's flimsy hinges and charged up the stairs. Bowman looked at the rest of them, and motioned to get ready to move. Jack stacked up behind Bowman, and out of habit, checked his magazine. Still full. They were going to be charging across an open field of fire, and enemy fox holes, which was going to be just about suicidal, but seeing as it was already chaotic as hell out there, they should be able to punch through. He placed the magazine back into his rifle, and then waited for the signal.

It came in the form of Bowman vaulting over the barricade, and Jack was right behind him. Connors was right behind Jack as they already heard the crack from Jones' rifle. They were at a full bore sprint, booking it as fast as their feet would carry them, rifles pointed forwards as they did their best to aim on the move. And then they started shooting. The first target was a nearby fox hole, being swept out in a matter of seconds as the trio didn't even pause to leap over top it and continue the charge. Jack's blood was pumping, adrenaline rushing through his system causing time to seem to slow down. He looked left, firing several rounds into a soldier that was turning to stop their mad sprint. Blood spewed from his chest as he collapsed backwards and without thinking Jack looked ahead for the next target. Bowman's rifle was firing shot after shot as he went after whatever was directly in front of them. When a magazine clicked empty, he didn't even pause as he popped the magazine from the rifle, and slapped a fresh mag into the rifle. Connor's 249 was keeping up a steady stream of suppressing fire on the right, going in bursts so he'd make the magazine last as long as possible. He swept it from position to position, forcing men to either duck for cover, or eat .556 Full Metal Jacket rounds. Jack fired his grenade launcher, putting an HE round into a nearby foxhole, and continued firing as they were nearing the end of the run. The three had covered the ground in record time, getting to the front door of the building that the seals had barricaded themselves into. Jack slid into cover while Connors took up a position on the other side, while Bowman proceeded to "negotiate" with the door. He fired twice from the MasterKey, sending solid rounds through the door's locks, and dove into the door with all his body weight and momentum. With a crash, the wooden door gave into the sudden assault and Bowman landed with an oomph. Connors moved in behind him first, tactically covering the corners as he took a position in the room. Jack finished emptying his magazine into the oncoming enemy soldiers, and then ducked inside as he dropped the empty magazine and slapped in a fresh one. As soon as he was inside he also popped open the grenade launcher, and after the empty brass fell out, he put in another HE shell. Their move had not gone as unnoticed as they had planned, they had enemy soldiers moving up onto their position. Bowman looked at Jack and simply asked.

"How many,"

"Lost count," Jack replied

Bowman shook his head and then moved up the stairs as he called out.

"You and Connor do your best to hold here, I'll get the SEALs,"

Jack nodded and he Connor took positions on a couple windows, and it didn't take long for targets to present themselves. Soldiers were already moving up on them, some stopping to shoot while others moved up under covering fire. Jack set his selector lever to full auto, and Connor just pulled the trigger. A hail of bullets erupted from the window into the oncoming enemy troops, cutting several down as others dove for cover. Jack fired two four round bursts into groups of soldiers, before firing another grenade at nearby cover some poor sod thought was save from bullets. The 40mm HE grenade detonated on impact with the small rock wall, tearing a hole through it and vaporizing the man behind it. Jack popped open the launcher again, and reloaded it as Connors kept up the steady stream of fire. Once he reloaded Connors called out to Jack, saying he was dry and reloading. Jack responded by now firing several more rapid bursts of 4 into the enemy. He was focusing on kill shots, going for enemy soldiers that were upright first, and then others that were getting ready to get back up and run. He just emptied his magazine as Connors finished replacing his, and opened back up with another steady hail of bullets. Jack switched mags again, and then went back to shooting as the two held onto the position by their teeth. Then a truck pulled into view, an RPK on the back blazing as it answered the 249's hail with its own roar. A roar which was cut short as Jack on reflex sighted up, and fired his 40mm directly into the front of the truck. The whump of the launcher was quickly followed with the belch of fire as the truck exploded into a fireball. Jack didn't hesitate as he followed the 40mm with several bursts from his rifle into three more soldiers as they tried to rush the position. Then Connors called out action left, one had gotten through and was headed for the door. Jack moved to it behind Connors as he pulled out his Sig. The man had his AK at hip level as he tried to run inside, only to get kicked in the knee as he ran inside. Jack could feel the man's tendons and bones snap as he slammed his boot into it, and followed it up with a single shot to the man's skull. The back half of the man's head exploded into a red mist of blood and brain matter, splattering the wall behind him as Jack leveled his pistol on another man that had gotten through Connor's hail of bullets. The man brought his AK up to aim, but Jack was faster. He pulled the trigger twice, sending two 9mm rounds through the man's chest. He yelled at Connors, kicking the AK over to him as he backed away from the door. By this time, the enemy advance had faltered, and the two marines had a chance to breath and gather their wits.

They then heard steps on the stairs and turned to see Bowman leading out three Navy Seals. Only one had a rifle, another had a pistol, but was helping the last one walk. Bowman looked out into the scene before them, and then absently asked Connors how many bullets he had left.

Connors glanced down and spoke solemnly. " I reckon about 100 rounds in this last belt, and 10 in this one,"

Bowman silently cursed as he told Connors to reload, and Jack did the same without a word being said. The Seals were obviously in bad shape. Connors after he reloaded picked up the AK and put the strap over his should so that way when the SAW was out he could still fight. Bowman looked at Jack and spoke quickly.

"Jack you watch the last two, you," he pointed at the Seal still holding a rifle "You have point. Jack you keep those last two alive, at any cost. We're moving out in diamond formation. Jones, cover us with that rifle,"

Jack only nodded his acknowledgement, taking a position in front of the two Seals as he readied for the move out of there. Bowman did some last second checking of his own when suddenly there was a rumble that caught their attention. The SEAL carrying the rifle shouted what they all were thinking.

"ARTILLERY GET DOWN!"

Jack didn't even wait for him to finish as he tackled the other two SEALs and covered them with his body as the ground shook and arty rounds exploded overhead. Dust was knocked down from the rafters as everyone took cover and hoped a lucky hit didn't collapse the already battered building. Jack then heard on team comms from Jones as Jones was practically shouting through the radio.

"Enemy column moving up, armor and trucks guys get your asses moving now!"

Bowman didn't even wait for the dust to settle before he started shouting orders for everyone to move. Jack pulled the other two SEALs to their feet as they rushed out of the building, and ran back the way they came. A resounding boom came from behind as a tank fired its cannon into the once occupied building, causing a blast inside that finally caused it to collapse. Jack passed his rifle to the SEAL and then picked up the wounded man and began to fireman carry him so they could move faster. What was a quick jog turned into a full bore sprint back across the ground as the soldiers fired constantly into enemy positions, ducking and weaving behind whatever cover they could. The lead man yelled as he dove to the ground.

"RPG DOWN NOW!"

The group slid to a stop as a lone kid carrying an RPG-7 aimed and fired the rocket. It streaked through the air, passing through where Jack had been moments before, and the SEAL in front fired a double tap into the boy as he then scrambled to his feet. Jack and the rest were right behind him as they continued moving, only yards away from the barricade. The Navy SEAL didn't pause as he vaulted the barricade, and Bowman and Connors were right behind him. The SEAL with Jack leaped over top of the barricade and turned to help Jack. However Jack in a surprising feat of strength, leaped up to the top with a massive grunt of exertion. He then dropped down to the other side, and set the Navy SEAL down he'd been carrying. Reaching back over for his gun, the SEAL gave it to him wordlessly, and then helped his brother up. Jack popped out the now empty mag, and slapped in a fresh one as he took a second's respite while Bowman called into the comms.

"I'm telling you command we're gonna need CAS to get out of here. Regime troops are bearing down on us and these rebels ain't gonna stop em. I DON'T CARE IF THE SEC NAV DISAGREES, HE'S A THOUSAND GODDAMN MILES AWAY! GET ME SOME FUCKING HORNETS TO MAKE THESE FUCKERS STOP OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASS WHEN I GET BACK MYSELF!" Bowman then looked at Jack as Jones literally ran out the door, rifle in hand. Jack nodded saying he was ready to move when Bowman issued the order.

"Alright boys, Hand over Fist you know the drill, we gotta fight and retreat. Jack, you're last man. Now let's move!"

Jack looked at his empty shell bag for the 40mm. All he had left was the one in the pipe, and then no more 40mm's. He sighed as they began to run, first stopping at the street corner as they made sure it was clear. They made it about thirty yards before the familiar chatter of RPK fire broke their quick jog into a dive for cover. Jack pulled up from small rock wall he was hiding behind and expertly fired two quick shots, one into the driver, and another into the vision slit of the gunner. The gun silenced, they were about to get back to running when the chatter of AK fire took away any thought of making a quick getaway. Jack shouted above the din.

"MOVE MOVE LET'S GO!"

He took a shooting position and began to fire single shots into targets that he could, covering his brothers and the Navy SEALs as they retreated. Then as Jones ran past him and tapped him on the shoulder, he fired twice more for good measure, and ran back to the next available position doing his best to keep his head down. The other soldiers kept up a solid covering fire, but it was more focused on kill shots than actual suppression. They were running low on ammo. They continued like this for 30 minutes, giving ground yard by bloody yard. First rifle to run out of ammo was the Navy SEAL point man, followed closely by Connors. Then Bowman called out he was on his last mag, and Jack made the gut call.

"Fuck fighting retreat, we gotta get the hell out of here! Move now, Jones with me, we'll hold!"

Bowman nodded as he took the other four and made a full bore sprint back towards the extraction point. He was about to stop at the brick wall they'd scaled earlier when Jack, who'd been thinking ahead, fired his last 40mm shell into the wall, blowing a gaping hole into it that would allow the men to run through. Bowman didn't have to stop to rush people through. Jack and Jones then held onto their positions until the rest were through, and then Jones moved first, sprinting back to the wall and through the now massive hole. He then took a shooting position and fired several shots signaling to Jack it was time to move. Jack got up and ran back towards the wall, switching his empty magazine in his rifle for his last full rifle mag. He felt several pokes in his back as he ran, what he knew were bullets hitting him but adrenaline blocking out the pain. He ducked past the wall and spoke quickly to Jones.

"Alright it's a straight shot from here, just run, GO!"

The two Force Recon Marines then went into a full bore sprint away from the wall as they moved to catch up with the rest of the soldiers. They ignored the chatter of gun fire from behind them as they hauled ass, and the rumble of what sounded like tanks closing in. They ducked to the side as they turned another corner, and had the extraction zone in view, Bowman getting everyone into cover as they prepared to hold the line as long as possible until they could be extracted. Which if it didn't get here soon, they were going to be picking up dead bodies. Jack and Jones vaulted over the burnt out hulks of trucks, and then took up shooting positions. Jack tried to slow down his adrenaline fueled hyper ventilating, but was unsuccessful. And they waited. Suddenly around the corner, two soldiers appeared, getting ready to call out to their friends when Jack's and Jones's rifles cracked out in unison, silencing them. Only it was followed by five more, and then a Russion T-60. Jack cursed under his breath as he fired as best he could to deal with the infantry, while he heard Bowman on the radio.

"WE NEED CAS NOW GODDAMMIT, THERE'S A T-60 BEARING RIGHT DOWN ON US! GIVE US SOMETHING!"

And finally, the words that felt like God himself had said them.

"Roger that Archangel, your international incident is on its way. Time to target, 30 seconds,"

Bowman cried out a "FINALLY!" and then opened fire with his pistol at the oncoming soldiers, emptying his last magazine before he just sat down, and waited. Jack meanwhile had just dropped his rifle, and began firing his pistol, already getting through his first magazine and into his second and last magazine. He counted off the bullets as he fired them, trying to make every one count. 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 - BOOOM! An explosion roared before them as the tank and surrounding street suddenly burst onto flame. The roar of a F/A - 18E SuperHornet overhead making a second pass, followed by several explosions of smaller munitions, announced that the cavalry had arrived. The familiar sound of a helicopter rotor announced the BlackHawk's arrival, and the buzz saw that was the twin GAU miniguns on board heralded the scattering of enemy troops encroaching the soldier's position on all sides. As the Blawk Hawk kept watch over head, a Chinook gracefully descended from the night, and out the cargo ramp was four Marines with M16s. They rushed out to cover the retreating soldiers, and then immediately charged back up the ramp. A Corpsman was waiting for them and had already seen to the injured SEAL when she noticed Jack was bleeding. She got his attention and grudgingly, he took off his Kevlar to let her dress his wounds.

"Looks bad, you've got three gunshot wounds in your back, no exit points,"

Jack chuckled, the adrenaline starting to wear off. "Sounds about standard for me princess,"

The Corpsman responded by being a little forceful with her use of her finger to locate the bullet, drawing a small wince from the Marine.

"Call me princess again, and I'll dig these all out before we get back,"

Connors smiled and muttered to Jack.

"I think she likes you, should probably get her number Jack,"

"Yeah, maybe after she digs these slugs out of me, I'd rather not piss of the medic," Jack replied dryly.

Connors chuckled as they rode the Chinook back to the Carrier. It was a successful mission, if close. Jack would spend the next 2 hours getting surgery to remove the last two bullets and stitch his wounds up. And then a phone call, which would change these Marine's lives.

Jack Walker

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Shadow's Stories May 24, 2015 0:19:02 GMT -5

Post by Jack Walker on May 24, 2015 0:19:02 GMT -5

Jack walked up and down the bay of the new gunship that Vigilance had commissioned for the assault on the strange dessert that was Hueco Mundo. The walls were lined with soldiers, a lot of them privates and corporals that had been recently thrust into the war. It was almost time for them to make the jump. His new heavy assault armor glinted among the soldiers, it's gold and silver hues quite ornate, but also bringing attention to what his status was. He was supposed to be an Assault Leader for this operation, one of the heads for this front as he was in charge of establishing a beach head. His matte black Katana at his back kept him calm as he thought about what was to come soon. This was certainly gonna be a bloody fight. The enemy knew they were coming, and they had no choice but to drive it into their teeth. There would be so much blood shed in the coming hours, but Jack knew his duty as a soldier. The tree of liberty must be fertilized and watered with the blood of tyrants and patriots. It was their obligation, nay, their duty. Their calling to fight for others, to protect the innocent, defend the weak at all costs. This was all running through his head as he looked at the soldiers in just one of many gunships readying for the assault. Jack then spoke into his comms with the pilots.

"Patch me through to all the soldiers for this operation, I've got something to say, and they all need to hear it,"

He heard a myriad of "yes sir,"s and waited a few seconds before clearing his throat and speaking.

"Ladies and Gents of the Vigilance Allied Expeditionary Force, this is Assault Commander Jack Walker speaking. Let me first get this out of the way, I'm not going to bull shit you on any of this. You were briefed by your squad leaders and other NCO's, you know the score. But first let me be clear that I will be leading this assault from the front. I will be there side by side with you all as we fight to establish the stepping stone that humanity is gonna use to ram a spear up this arrancar's asshole. People will die, a lot of us will die horrible deaths on the field of battle today, a lot in the first hour. But we can't think of those that we lost, not now, they will have died in vain if we lose courage at their sacrifice. So do not think of your brothers and sisters as they fall. Instead, remember what they stood for. What you stand for. Remember their families that they had waiting back home! Your families! All of those innocents that we all swore to protect and defend with our very lives. Remember that no matter what happens, no matter what the situation is, your brothers and sisters will not abandon or leave you, and neither will I. I promise you that the first one to touch the ground, and the last one to leave that ground, even if I have to haul your sorry carcass off that field first. We are here because we answered the call to rise, and fight! So fight! For your friends, your families, and above all, each other! Our enemy has no sense of camaraderie, no purpose above themselves. That is why today, we shall win! So I ask you, not as your commander, not as an officer, but as a soldier, never give up. Never give into that fear which lurks in us all. Take strength in yourself, and especially your comrades. Because in the end, all we have is each other. So make it count. Commander Walker out,"

Jack then cut the comms to the other ships, and stood next to the exit ramps of the gunship. It was time for them to move out. He heard the pilots call out the count down and grabbed one of the over head handles to steady himself. He then heard the hum of the drives that would take them to fiery depths of hell. And then in a blinding flash of light, they jumped, the ship entering the gate as others followed suite. Jack's ship in the lead as it was the first through, and then popped up on the other side. The rumble of other ships exiting the jump, signalling that it was successful so far. Jack immediately called to the pilot.

"Alright set us down and get ready to provide-"

"CONTACT! BREAK FORMATION!"

A blood curdling screech followed soon, and the craft shook as something grabbed hold of it and began to spin it through the air. Jack engaged the magnetic clamps on his boots, and pulled his assault rifle up as he saw a claw punch through the back exit door, and then tear it off, flinging it at another craft. The assault group was being attack by a bunch of flying hollows resembling crows. And then a head looked down inside which caused the man next to the door to cry out as he fumbled with his safety restraints. Jack leveled his assault rifle at its head and pulled the trigger, sending a spray of reishi infused bullets tearing through the monster's face and causing it to screech in pain as its body thrashed in death throes. The pilot yelled from the front.

"I CAN'T CONTROL IT! BRACE FOR IMPACT!"

Jack bent at the knees a bit as he readied for the crash, and it came quickly. The craft smashed into the sand, and slid for twenty or thirty yards along it as it ground to a stop. Once it came to a stop, Jack immediately shouted at the top of his lungs to the rest of the men on board.

"MOVE OUT NOW!"

The man next to him continued to fumble with his harness, and cried out something unintelligible when Jack grabbed it, and with his suit's enhanced strength, tore it off like it was made of string. The soldier then scrambled onto the solid ground and he looked to the pilot's station only to hear a scream and glass shattering. And then something, he was guessing flesh tearing and bone breaking as the scream was broken off and he went outside to find another of the massive crows perched on the cockpit of the aircraft, it's head dug in through the glass. Jack roared as he raised his rifle and emptied what was left of his first magazine into it, and then leaped through the air, drawing his Katana mid flight. The crow looked up just in time to witness the jet black blade descend and cut through its chest, cleaving it in two. He landed with a thud in a crouch and looked up to see the top half sliding off and falling to the ground as blood sprayed everywhere. He looked up to see the chaos the winged attackers were wreaking on the aircraft, but the gunships were simply too many for them as the pilots began to use team work to take them down. Grabbing a landing flare from his belt, he ignited the fuse and tossed it next to the crashed gunship, yelling so the soldiers could hear him as they were staring up at the war torn skies.

"Alright men, get your kits together, and get ready to defend this location. They will be arriving soon!"

They shouted their affirmative as they immediately took a defensive posture, making sure that they had eyes in every direction. Several gunships began to descend rapidly, getting to about two feet off the ground and soldiers began pouring out of them, immediately moving to join Jack's men. Then he saw another gunship fall out of control, several birds attacking it at once and tearing engines off as it fell. It slammed into the ground and exploded within seconds, presumably killing all aboard. Jack immediately called into comms.

"All remaining pilots, your new primary objective is to secure your craft and maintain air superiority. Dropping your payload is now secondary,"

The three gunships that had landed then pulled up and blasted back into the skies, cannons blazing as they immediately took formation and chased down several of the crows. That's when Jack looked over and heard one of the soldiers yell as he was running towards the formation. He was the last man in the formation and had a ripple seemingly following him in the sand. Jack acted quickly as he slapped in a fresh magazine. He yelled for the man to get down as he raised the now loaded rifle, and the hollow broke the sand to leap onto the seemingly vulnerable soldier. Except Jack pulled the trigger, sending three .50 BMG/AS rounds tearing through the air, and then it causing it to seemingly stop mid flight and land on the ground with its chest torn to pieces. The soldier seemed to get the idea and doubled his sprint, as Jack immediately spotted more hollows hot on his heels, and opened fire. The soldiers on the point began to engage targets as they popped up around them. They were in 360 degrees of combat, no where to retreat, no where to run. Just having to stand, and fight. The men dug in their heels and unleashed volley after volley of reishi infused lead and steel shot into the oncoming enemy. The battle had officially begun. The sky began to rain blood and steel as the air war was well under way, the crows falling in pieces as the gunships engaged in air to air combat with them. But they weren't the only ones taking losses, as a single mistake by the pilots was rewarded with being swarmed by the crows and getting torn to pieces. But it was starting to swing in their favor, as the tail gunners began opening fire to keep their backs clear, and using their guns to tear through the crow's non-existent armor.

Jack kept his rifle level as he fired single shots into oncoming hollows, they seemed to take the form of starved coyotes. And the swarms were getting slowly larger. The repeating crack of his rifle signaled the death of hollow after hollow. Being outside of the current defensive position, he calmly walked toward the rest of the soldiers on the ground, and then took a position next to the men. He fired as fast as he could aim along with them, keeping the hollows at bay with pure ferocity alone. Jack then pulled the trigger as his gun clicked empty, and looking back to the gunship, dropped the rifle. His mind formed a plan as he ran over to it, and quickly located the tail rotary chain gun. Using his suit's strength, he tore the gun from its mount, grabbed several belts of ammo and loaded them over his shoulder, cocked the gun, and stormed outside. The bark of the chain gun announced its arrival into play, quickly building up into the sound of a buzz saw as he held the trigger down, and decimated line after line of the enemy hollows. But they kept coming, advancing closer and closer, piling over the dead bodies of their fallen comrades. A gunship made a run over the west flank's position, dropping fire bombs and spraying cannon fire everywhere, giving the flank momentary respite.

Jack took a step forward from the line on the east, putting himself in front of the men as he unloaded the chain gun's .50 cal ammo into the enemy. Then the first belt ran out, so he lowered the gun, slid a fresh belt in, and cocked the hammer as he picked it back up, and began firing again. His roar of challenge bellowed out and could be heard even above the buzz of the mighty .50 as he fired into the oncoming hollows. He roared at his men to keep their spirits up.

"HOLD THE LINE!"

He then turned to the east flank, and fired over the heads of the kneeling soldiers, sending 60-90 rounds of .50 cal ammo into the enemy trying to use the higher ground to their advantage. But they only succeeded in making themselves targets for the .50, and better for the soldiers below. The sand was running red with the blood of the enemy, as they marched on despite their losses. Jack then turned to the north to see the men were holding valiantly, using the crashed aircraft as a shooting position to lay down a hellish fire on the enemy. Jack turned back to the flank he was currently holding, pulling the trigger to once again open fire with the rotary .50. The enemy was now about 50 yards away from their position, and the Jack sprayed the hollows with bullets as he did his best to hold them back. Hollow after hollow was shredded under the unforgiving hail of bullets, but it seemed for every one that went down, two would take its place. But their ranks were certainly thinner from their earlier massive appearance. And now, gunships were making steady runs on the approaching enemy, spraying their lines with cannon fire, and dropping reishi infused firebombs to incinerate swaths of the hollows. But they were now thirty yards away, and Jack knew that soon they'd be upon his troops. He bellowed a roar over his .50's steady stream of fire.

"PREPARE FOR CLOSE COMBAT!"

As a unit he could hear the soldiers empty the last of their magazines, and immediately go for blades, some carrying swords, others axes, and a few drawing a pair of knives out for the close combat that would be arriving. As the last bullet in the belt fired for the big .50 cal, Jack tossed it into the sand next to him, and then reaching over his shoulder, drew out his Katana. The black hilt, was contrasted with a blade that was tinted blood red. He held the sword in his right hand, and with his left arm extended in front of him took a combat ready position. And he braced for the hollows as they began to sprint the last 25 yards to their position. He could already feel his spiritual energy being channeled through his body, his armor, and especially his blade. It began to hum as he gripped it tightly, readying himself for the blood and gore that he was about to not only witness, but cause. He could hear the voice in the back of his head cackling madly at the prospect. And then before he knew it, the beast was not five yards from him, and leaped through the air at him.

Jack reacted like lightning, spinning as he cut through the hollow's midsection, spraying blood everywhere, and then planting a round house kick into the now dead corpse sending it flying to the side. With a roar he then charged forward, swinging his Katana to cleave through another hollow while catching another hollow in his free hand and slamming its face into the sanding, crushing its skull under his augmented palm and fingers. He then began a spin and twirl as he practically danced among the crowd of hollows that was now slowing to try and focus on him than go after the remaining soldiers. But the other flanks didn't slow, crashing into the soldiers as both hollows and humans screamed in agony as the brutality that was up close and personal combat ensued. A soldier planted his sword through a hollow's skull, only to have another tackle him and proceed to tear out his throat with its teeth. Others slicing and dicing as they fought for their lives, an ax wielding soldier making sweep after sweep to clear the area before him as he worked through the horde of hollows, with swords flanking on each side to cover him. Soldiers with twin long knives leaping and diving from hollow to hollow, using speed to stay one step ahead. And then one made a mistake in her foot work, slipping on a muddy patch of bloody sand, and was taken to the ground by three hollows. Her screams would be cut short quickly. Jack meanwhile was taking step after step in his dance of death, his Katana literally carving through hollow after hollow, the amount of spiritual energy he had flowing through it and his body causing it to cut through them like butter. The gunships, now having routed the hellish crows above, began to hover above the battlefield, raining bullets and bombs on the hollows to stem their tide and help keep them from overrunning the soldiers. And then soldiers in the back of them began to leap out of the dropships, battle cries bellowed and blades drawn. They fell upon unsuspecting hollows with a series of crashes and thuds, inhuman screams sounding the hollow's demise. It was chaos. It was war's truest form. Jack roared in a blood lust as he literally cleaved through two hollows at once, and then picked up another with his free hand and swung it like a club into oncoming hollows. Then he threw it into another hollow and planted a kick into a hollow that tried to rush him, pinning it to the ground as he then stabbed with his sword. The hollow dispatched he noticed that it was beginning to thin the amount of hollows that were upon his men. Between the gunships constant rain of fire and steel, and the ferocity that his men fought with, the hollows were being slaughtered. But still they fought like cornered animals keeping their ferocity at its peak. But Jack and his men fought harder. Jack charged into a group of three that had surrounded one of his soldiers, knocking two of them aside with his bull rush, and allowing the soldier to dispatch the third with a quick thrust of his sword. Then Jack saw something appear on the north flank, larger than a grizzly bear as it moved with deadly speed and accuracy. It cut a bloody swath through his soldiers, and Jack charged right after it with his sword, cutting down any hollow that got in his way. With a roar he met it mid-sprint and lowered his shoulder to knock it off its current course through his men. And they collided like a pair of big trucks, smashing into each other and rolling as they skidded to a stop.

Jack finally stopped rolling on his stomach as the thing skidded to a stop a mere five yards from him. He climbed to his feet, as it did the same. It vaguely resembled a human, but as it stood up Jack could immediately tell what it was. It was an arrancar that looked like a cross between a grizzly bear, and a body builder. But on its hands was three very long, very sharp claws. It looked at Jack menacingly as Jack raised his sword up and took a combat ready stance. The two stared at each other for a moment, the raging battle around them seemingly drowned out as they focused purely on each other, and each other alone. Then Jack roared as he charged right at the arrancar. His sword moved like lightning in a downward slash, and the arrancar caught the blade with his claws, growling as Jack got mere inches away from its face with his own helmet. He then shoved into the arrancar, forcing it to take a step back as he began to swing his sword rapidly, arcing one after the other to try and force the thing on the defensive as it parried his blows. Then with a roar it parried another of Jack's blows, but finished the parry by sending its claws right at his helmet. The claw pierced the armor, and cut a gash into his face on his cheek. Jack countered with a kick to its midsection to get it off, and half of his helmet fell off being cut away from it. Jack brought his free hand to his face, checking the wound to make sure it wasn't too bad. Seeing it was superficial, but bleeding a bit, he grabbed hold of what was the rest of his helmet, and tore it off. Chucking the now useless armor piece away, he once again raised his sword, this time above him as he readied for its next attack. The arrancar moved with blinding speed for its size, and before Jack could block, sank its claws into his chest. Jack grunted in pain as the claws pierced his armor, and entered his lungs, but then spat blood in the arrancar's face. Then with a roar he brought his blade down vertically cutting the arrancar's arms clean off at the elbows. It screamed in pain at losing two very important limbs. Jack then spun, his blade flying through the air in a red blur as it cut the arrancar's head off, and then kicked the lifeless corpse to the ground. By now the soldiers had routed or killed the remaining hollows, and Jack took a knee as he planted his sword into the ground to support himself.

His hand reached up to pull the clawed hands out of his chest. He grunted as he first pulled one out, then the other. He coughed up some blood as he sat for a few seconds to gather himself. And then he roared at the top of his lungs to the remaining troops of the assault force.

"WE HAVE VICTORY!"

A resounding cheer came from the rest of the men, and a medic came over to Jack to check him over. Jack stopped and let him do his job as the gunships began landing, and then reaching over to his wrist, activated his back up communicator.

"This is the Hangman, we have kicked in the front door, and set up shop in their living room. Beach head is secure, send the reinforcements,"

He then looked up as he watched several more ships, carrying more troops, equipment, and more importantly, the heavy hitters that would be leading the assault on the fortress. He felt and ignored the sting of a needle as he sighed to himself. The battle was just getting started.

Bleach Gotei

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Post by Jack Walker on Mar 15, 2015 1:06:41 GMT -5

Post by Jack Walker on May 24, 2015 0:19:02 GMT -5

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