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Mission #001: Goya

The call went out yesterday afternoon. Chosen Company would drop onto planet codename "Goya" at 0530, ship standard time (SST). If the rumors were true, the Brigadier himself put together this assault and personally selected Chosen Company for the job.

You're all in the briefing room of the 3:16's capital ship (designated "Nihil") -- barely more than a warehouse, really. Captain Bryant -- a grizzled veteran with an eye-patch and nicotine stained teeth -- is standing near the front of the room in front of a projection screen displaying a lush, forest covered world. It's hard to really make out any details. The map seems kind of useless, really.

You all stand at attention with the rest of Chosen Company, divided into ten squads of ten soldiers. Your particular squad, led by Sergeant Ryder, is designated 'Jackal'.

"Listen up, fuckwits. This is planet Goya. Initial scout patrols report the place to be swarming with bugs resembling some sort of fuckin' raptor that can spit acid and run faster than a sports car. I don't know about you cumstains, but that certainly sounds like a threat to Terra to me," the Captain snarls.

"Our mission is to make planetfall and plant hi-yield nuclear explosives in the core of the planet. Scout patrols have already located a system of caverns that goes down deep enough into the planet's mantle to make drilling a hole into the core feasible. You fuckers are being sent down to clear the way for a pioneer team to drill that hole. For some reason we're trusting you shmucks with the explosives instead of the pioneer team. Squad Jackal, you'll be carrying the explosives. Squads Aleph through through Indigo will be your direct support. Other companies will be active on Goya performing their own duties which do not pertain to your particular mission. Don't fuck it up. I don't think I have to tell you what the consequences are if you do," he finishes, pausing to light a cancer stick.

"Dis-fuckin'-missed. Get to the troopship, pronto! You drop in fifteen!"

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Unread 5th of May, 2010, 20:41
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He was the first to break lines after dismissal, turning towards the other troops of Jackal Squad with an expression that was impassive and yet comforting. A handsome man, Ryder nevertheless carried himself like a soldier, and -- more importantly -- someone who gave a damn about his men.

"Alright ladies, you heard the Captain. Move like you got a purpose!"
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The trooper designated "Jet" turned towards the hi-yield nuclear explosives with a purpose as ordered. It was with an unsettling, serpentine demeanor that he approached the world breakers. No one who had the morbid experience of standing in a room with Jet for more than five minutes would doubt that this man would have no hesitation in pulling the trigger.

He stared at the weapons of mass destruction for several seconds in absolute silence, his eyes unreadable, contemplating heavens knew what devilry.

He was tall, muscular like many soldiers, but with little to no fat, leaving his body a mass of highly compact muscle and easily spotted veins. His features could be considered handsome were his dark eyes not devoid of all feeling. He carried himself like an outsider, an unspoken danger, a figure blurred between the boundaries of camaraderie and the universal "other" which this company of Terrans was sworn to hunt down and destroy. He was something else, someone who didn't seem to give a damn about anyone or anything.

Of course, nothing could be further from the truth...

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"Move it along, Jet! There are bugs waiting to be coated in lead down on the planet! Pick up the nuke, and head over to the troopship, Now!"

Corporal "Dakka" was best known for her war cry of "More Daakkaaaa!!!" as she mows down entire armies of bugs in a shower of bullets. Her reputation as a trigger-happy lunatic promoted to her to corporal five years ago, and had kept her there ever since. At 6'9", her massive muscular frame, covered from head to toe in tattoos, encouraged most new (and many veteran) troopers not to mess with her.

"Listen up you fuckin' maggots! Get your ass in gear! I don't got all day, and anyone who makes me miss even one minute of bug-squashing is getting their ass handed to them!"

Picking up her nuke, she moved to stand behind the Sarge, her fingers flexing on the handle of her gun.
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Ryder smirked, watching the troopers scramble as his Corporal let forth her usual series of threats and vulgarities. She was an impressive soldier, not because she was a woman serving in a man's profession, but because she was dedicated to her cause. Their cause. And not even God would want to try and deter her from her chosen course.

Making sure he and the Corporal caught the rear of Jackel's movement, the Sergeant picked up his own nuke and started towards the transports at a jog, his pace impressive despite the heavy weight of the nightmarish weapon in his hands. He peered back at Dakka as he moved, and then past her at a trooper who had the misfortune to trail behind the others.

"Hampton, get your arse up front. If you're not the first into that transport, I'm pairing you up with Dakka planetside." It sounded like a jest, but the trooper didn't dare risk the chance that Ryder was telling the truth: Dakka was terrifying enough away from the battlefield; in the midst of the blood and gore, she was a thing of nightmares.
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Unread 6th of May, 2010, 06:22
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"Load those devices into the back of the dropship, stat!" the Captain called, corralling the last of the troopers into the boxy troop carrier.

"Locate your fuckin' bile bags and hang on, kids. We go full burn in tee-minus-five minutes!"

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Unread 6th of May, 2010, 08:21
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We could glass the fucking site from orbit. We could redirect a goddamn asteroid and slam it into the planet to kill every fucking thing on it. We could tow the entire goddamn world a couple kilometers away from the sun and watch an ice age kill it.

But no, fucking top brass with their heads in the clouds and dreaming about big-ass explosions like something from a fucking terran disaster trid want to drill a goddamn hole into the goddamn center of this goddamn world and light it up. This shit was so fucking unlikely to work it stunned Doc stupid for a couple seconds, and before he knew it he was sitting on a dropship to fight assholes that can run upwards of 200 kph.

Once again, Doc wished he didn't know so goddamn much about fucking physics. Then he could just enjoy the pretty fireworks like the rest of these fuckwits.

"I'm not even gonna start on how fucking stupid this is. Let's just hope we can breach a fucking faultline" Doc muttered to himself, trusting that his comrades were too stupid to understand a fucking word he said.

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Unread 6th of May, 2010, 08:29
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"Listen trooper, I have no idea what a faultline is, but you will follow your orders no matter how fucking stupid they are. If we're not all doing the same thing, we're all dying, so unless you want a shallow grave shat on by goddam dino-bugs, you will do as you're told. No ifs, ands, or buts. So shut your trap, splat some bugs, and have a good time."

Dakka reached into her pack for a cancer stick, lighting it and breathing deeply. Battle was the best fun she ever had, she was going to fucking enjoy slaughtering every last goddamed raptor.
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Unread 6th of May, 2010, 08:38
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Ryder was the last of his Squad to clamber up the ramp into the rear of the dropship. He moved quickly, shelving the nuke as instructed before he turned to look over the assembly before him, looking each man and woman in the eye as he walked past them, making for the front of the row.

"You all remember what you've been taught," he said clearly, his tone calm and commanding, "and you'll come back with all your limbs still in the right places."

He paused besides a particularly pale looking trooper, and clapped him hard across the shoulder, snapping the youth out of his reverie. "Hey, Niko. You listening?" The boy nodded nervously, and the Sergeant smirked.

"You're a poor liar, son," Ryder said, pressing on to the front of the vessel. "I prey you're a better soldier."

There was a pause as the Sergeant checked in with the pilots; once he was satisfied, he turned his attentions to Doc, who he watched with a raised brow as the trooper muttered under his breath. Dakka voiced her own opinion in response, which prompted a smile from Ryder.

"You're right Doc," he said, dropping into his own seat and strapping in, "it is fucking stupid. But brains aren't what get us medals, and it ain't what puts food in our bellies." Ryder struck the seat's locking mechanism as, for a moment, it refusedto seal shut. With a whine it complied, and the Sergeant returned his attentions to Doc.

"Point is Doc, that no matter how fucked up our orders are, things are the way things are. So there isn't any point in shitting yourself, or complaining. The more you do that, the less you focus; the less you focus, the more dead you're gonna be."

His piece said, the Sergeant settled back into his seat; he didn't appear discomforted, despite how unhospitable the furnishings were. He closed his eyes and breathed in, smirking to himself handsomely as he pretended to ignore the prayers of a very fresh young trooper.

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Doc rolled his eyes and sighed under his breath. That damn murderous neanderthal had heard him and was pretending to understand English. Really, it was kind of cute, in a stupid sort of way.

"Relax, Dakka. I ain't about to disobey my fuckin' orders. I'm just bitchin' about 'em is all. I give us maybe, maybe ten percent odds that this plan'll fuckin' work at all, but you can bet your sweetly sculpted ass that it'll be damn pretty either way. Sir."

Ryder, though, he was a good guy. A little too eloquent for the job; Doc estimated maybe two missions before some angry fuckwit fragged the guy in his sleep. Doc gave him a half smile and a curt "Sir! Yes Sir!"

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Right. I'm bashing his skull in when we get back from this mission. And that means I'm keeping this fuckwit alive.
"Long odds make for the best fights, and the best missions. There's no point in joining up with the Expeditionary Force if you want sure fights. We join up to kill everything and challenge ourselves while doing it. If you're worried about not dying, just follow the sarge's orders. He'll steer you right. If you don't, I'll make sure you regret it."
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Jet sat between two wit-addled troopers nicknamed "Dirt" and "Shiny." They were droning on about what exactly a raptor was. Dirt was adamant that surely a raptor had three horns and a spiked club tail. Shiny was shaking his head sadly and patronizingly explaining to Dirt that raptors were in fact birds, not dinosaurs. He'd seen it in a fancy documentary, so it had to be true.

Jet sat like a monolith between the two of them, his eyes hidden behind the dark goggles he customarily wore when going into battle. His concentration had in fact been on the back and forth between Ryder, Doc and Dakka. He was glad that Ryder was there to respond to the everyday situations that arose in this squad - someone had to do it. Dakka, he could not fathom would live very long. Yes, she was an excellent fighter. Madness was a strength, Jet knew, but handled with as little care as the Corporal meant a short life expectancy out here in the great dark expanse. Doc was a brainy sort, thought he knew stuff, numbers and such. Of the three, Jet thought that Doc might live the longest.

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The dropship lurches suddenly, and for a few moments seems to move in slow motion. You hear the roar of the engines rapidly increasing in power moments before the ship jolts to full burn and everything suddenly goes weightless. For a few sickening moments you feel your stomachs floating around in freefall, and more than a few troopers lose their lunches on various surfaces.

The dropship starts shuddering violently as it enters atmo. Minutes later the ship jerks to a stop before literally falling the last few meters, slamming roughly onto the ground and apparently causing the rear ramp to slam open.

"Move, move, move!" Bryant shouts, appearing suddenly in the midst of the ship. He starts slamming open the releases on your harnesses and waving troopers out the rear exist, his weapon aloft in his right hand.

"Get the fuck out off this boat and secure that LZ! If you see a bug, you fuckin' blow it to shit! Jackal, Aleph, and Brave leaders, secure the nuclear devices and get your squads together!"
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Jet unhooks himself from the safety straps and gets to one side of the nuclear device.

"Doc, let's go!" He snaps, grasping one of the handles and waiting for the other Trooper to lift the box with him.
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Doc grabbed the other safety strap and, together with Jet, rushed out of the dropship and onto the surface of the world which, against every single odd he could think of, had breathable air, a solid surface, and was neither too hot nor too cold, an almost magical combination that was one of the rarest things in the entire universe.

Taking in the breathtaking view and scenic vistas, Doc felt greatly at peace, and a slow smile crept across his face.

He couldn't wait to blow it up.

"Where the fuck are we taking this thing, Sir?" Doc yelled back at Ryder.

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"Jackal squad! Form up around the sarge, on the double time! Niko, unless Sarge says otherwise, you're with me. Someone's gotta show you how ta splat a bug. Stick close, and you should be fine."

Dakka fell in behind the Ryder, checking that her minigun was readied as she did so. "Orders Sarge?"
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You can see other troop ships crashing through atmo and sailing through the afternoon sky before slamming into the earth. The air is filled with the roar of crude solid-state thrusters and the creaking of various gyros and landing gear. The sound of heavy boots slamming into the earth can be heard everywhere.

Your ship has landed in a small semi-circular clearing, about fifty meters in circumference. Most of Chosen company is assisting Aleph and Bravo in setting up a defensive perimeter. Trenches are being dug and sandbags laid out atop lightweight titanium-alloy foundations. You see a few men struggling to set up machine gun emplacements.

Suddenly there is a high-pitched whine, and above the tangled green of the treetops you can see the sky become filled with green balls of incandescent, greasy flame. A few of these balls slam into a troop ship, tearing it in half and causing it to go crashing down into the forest, out of side. Before long you can smell fires burning and see smoke in the sky.

Captain Bryant storms out of the crowd and begins to shout.

"Jackal squad! Secure the nuclear device and hoof it! Aleph and Brave will hold the LZ. The rest of the company is with me, but Jackal leads the way! I'm trusting you to get into those caverns and set that nuke! You better pray those boys take down the enemy's fuckin' ack-ack before too long, or there will BE no going home! Sergeant Ryder, it's on you and your troops! Move!"
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Jet's lips curled into a smile, or perhaps a sneer as he slung his slugrifle into firing position while still holding the nuke with his other hand.

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His eyes remained closed, even during the gut-churning descent into the planet's atmosphere. It was a little unsettling that the Sergeant could look so peaceful, so content, as the ship rocked and spasmed around him, especially given what they knew to be waiting below them. But he didn't sweat, didn't grunt or clutch at his harness like some of the others; he breathed slowly in and out, resting his head against the rear of the seating, never moving.

But then Bryant clambered into the troop racks, and instantly Ryder was on his feet, his harness snapping open before the others. His strong hands gripped the handle of his HMG, which he shifted to one shoulder as he urged his troops down the ramp and out onto the planet.

"Get moving," he urged, pushing the troops into line as he himself started down the ramp. "I want a defensive parimeter around the dropship. Check your fields. If you see a nasty, I want short, controlled bursts." He paused at the ramp's mouth, and turned back in towards the ship, waving Jet and Doc forwards. "Get it moving lads. Go, go!"

He hit the floor and, in a flurry of well-practised motions, checked his parimeter, his HMG raised, his eyeline spearing the gun-sight. When he was satisfied he moved to the center of the group, the Corporal on his tale. He paused when the Captain started yelling orders, and then nodded with an affirmative, "Yes Sir." He turned to his Squad as a whole and waved onwards, "You heard the man, we're on the move. Grab your gear and hustle."

The Sergeant took his place just behind the front pair of soldiers -- the better to oversee the Squad's movements as a whole. As he moved he spoke aloud, his voice clear and controlled despite their quick pace. "Keep your eyes open, Jackals. I don't want anything getting within a mile of us without my knowing." He glanced back, checking the nuke was in tow, and then continued, "We're headed north: if the pilots did their jobs right, then that's where the caverns are. We've got limited GPS down here, so I expect you all to trust your own sense of navigation if you feel your can't trust your coms.

"Chester through Indigo are on our six and threes; they're job's to crush some skulls. But don't you let their being here make you soft," Ryder spoke, his pace not faltering, his composure whole despite the obvious threat around them. He turned to the Corporal as he ran, noting that she was on his tail, and that she had Niko in tow. "Nuke's remote detonated, so we drop it and back-track. Standard proceedure Corporal -- I drop, you complete the objective."

He vaulted a crumbled tree trunk, and cuffed a trooper who tried to speed on past him. "Keep in formation, trooper. And watch the fucking tree-line!" The trooper did as instructed instantly, trying to keep his rifle trained on his field of fire whilst running.
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Dakka trailed the sergeant, keeping an eye on the rear of the squad as he focused on the front. She noticed Niko fiddling nervously with his gun.

"Relax trooper. Getting nervous ain't gonna help anybody. Chill out, keep your eyes forward, and your gun straight. And when you see a bug, send it straight back to hell. There's no rush like killing a bug, no matter how many you've squashed in your lifetime."
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Niko nods at Sgt Dakka eagerly, relaxing a little before being blown to bits by a blast of viscous green liquid. The rest of you are pelted with spatters of acid as dozens of bugs pop out of nowhere in particular.

Before anyone can get their bearings, the entirety of Jackal squad is surrounded by vicious-looking brown-and-green reptiles. Row after row of wickedly sharp teeth drip with sizzling acid. The tips of their claws glisten in the dying light of the afternoon.

The other squads seem to be in similar predicaments. The bugs seemed to come out of nowhere -- from underground, perhaps. Your helmet radio crackles to life.

"Fuckin' ambu-*zzzshss*-ulling out, the triple-a is-*zzzzshzszzzz*-utting GPS for this op-*zzsszsssh*"

The radio signal melts into static before dying completely. Checking your HUDs rapidly, you notice that only the local squad channel remains active. The bug-lizard-things move in, snarling and clicking all the while.
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Jet crouches low, putting his end of the nuke on the ground with one hand while shouldering his slug rifle with his other. Then he brings his now free second hand to bear on the forward grip of his weapon and squeezed the trigger, opening shell after shell at the lizards.

He watched as the bugs returned fire, belching green death at his comrades' position. Inwardly he admired that power. That raw natural killing ability.

"I'm going to wear your skull," he said, so softly that it was inaudible above the gunfire.
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As soon as Nikos had burst open, Dakka had raised and trained her gun on the nearest of the suddenly present bugs. Just as she's about to open it up, however, a gob of acid hits her in the arm, wrecking her aim.

Fuck. Gotta back up so that I can get a chance to hit these fuckers.

"Listen up! Everbody fall back. Keep shooting at those bugs, don't let them get near."
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The Sergeant was looking back at the trooper when the acid hit. It was quick and brutal, the smell of burning flesh rushing his nostrils moments before the boy hit the floor. Snarling in surprise, Ryder lifted his arms protectively, catching the spray across his forearm with a snap-hiss.

Gunfire, all around him. Ryder dropped to a knee and gave the trooper a rough shove, checking to see if he was alive. It took him less than a second to decide that he wasn't. "Watch your backs! I was suppressive fire!" As though to drive home his point, he half-turned and blew a neat hole through the jaw of a raptor that had tried to charge him from behind.

"Troopers, make some distance! Dakka, on me!" Ryder back-peddled with an urgency that was efficient and well-practised. His weapon sang in his hands, cutting down a row of raptors in a haze of red and grey.
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Doc hefted the nuke up, shouldering its entire weight while he fired his rifle randomly with his off-hand in the general direction of the enemy and looked around for a more defensible position.

"Where are we headed, Ryder?" he shouted over the din of gunfire, "This nuke here really wouldn't like getting shot!"
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