Broken Streetlights (RP Room)

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Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 29, 2011 at 11:39pm

John and the Brits dived out of the cabin towards the deck. John chambered his AK and let a volley of shots loose at a Russian dinghy, hitting the rudder man and sending it crashing into a nearby Russian ship, bursting into flames, the dying screams of the soldiers echoing into the night. Bullets whizzed passed John's head, hitting someone to the right of him in the leg. He went down screaming in agony, all the while holding the trigger down on his AK and hitting another three, killing one instantly as the bullet tore through his skull. 

"Shit!" John screamed, and dragged the screaming men into the hold. Explosions tore through the night sky, an eerie orange glow lighting it up. Tracer rounds lit up enemy ships and personnel, marking their rough locations for the marksmen. Sprays of red mist erupted from their skulls, covering anyone unlucky enough to be behind. John dived behind some armor plated railings as a 50 cal. tore up the boat he was on. The weapon made light work of his cover, the bullets whizzing straight through and into the ships interior. Soldiers on the dinghy also stood up, suppressing John with accurate firing, and pinning him down. He lifted his AK over the top of the barrier, then felt an immediate pain in his hand. He brought his hand back, only to stare at a mangles and useless AK, the barrel having took a direct round, causing the gun to explode in his hand. John looked at the mess that was once his hand, and suddenly the pain and shock caught up with him. Agonizing screams erupted from his mouth, he tried to crawl to the medics, but most of his cover was destroyed.

John couldnt move, he was trapped. He sat there, staring at the carnage surrounding him, and the bodies littering the decks, and the medic who ran towards him, dodging the bullets. He stopped in front of him, but just stood there. John looked to where the medics hands were, and as he pulled them away, he could see the hole in his stomach. The medic toppled onto John, breathing his last breath before dying in his arms. John felt helpless. 

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 30, 2011 at 8:12am

Three more explosions lit up the night, taking out nine cruisers, sending the boats deep into the ocean. Miko kept letting loose with the cannon, already taking a round to the shoulder from a sniper on a boat just recently sunk. They were still going, moving between flaming Russian ships, their own boat having flames ignited along the topside.

 

He twisted the cannon quickly, wincing as his hand cramped up on him, forcing him to stop a second which allowed for a small round to graze along his cheek bone. With a grunt, he drew the AK at his side, letting lose on the dingy firing at them, leaving his seat as he took down the troops inside, three surviving the clip. His free hand pulled up the AT4 and he fired before they got a chance to aim, twisting the boat and causing it to erupt, turning into flames.

 

The larger Russian ships were almost gone, a few still giving what fire they could, although cannon rounds tore their weapons to fodder. Miko's vision turned to the side, seeing John under fire. A fallen medic on the ground. He cursed, rushing into separate cover, pulling out two frags, diving back out of cover as he yanked the pins, throwing both into the dingys. They didn't notice the thumps over their gunfire, the explosion ripping them to bits.

 

Behind them, a radio started on the medic, it echoing soon from John and Miko's radios as well, "This is Echo 419. Do you read me, over? We have direct orders from the Stalker HQ based in Texas to open fire on all enemy boats. From the looks of it, I think we can guess which one you guys are since the others reek of piss and vodka."

 

Miko heard a burst go off, two bullets hitting him in the leg. He gave off a scream, hitting the ground quickly. He pulled out his Mk23, firing off at the Russian boat as he pushed himself into cover beside John, "Mother fucker! They got me in the leg!"

 

The radio buzzed again, the Stalkers on the boat below deck contacting the support, "Roger that Echo 419. We are pushing through the Russian line. Any support is welcomed."

 

There was a pause, Miko grasping at his leg as blood fought to be pushed out of the bullet wounds, his fingers digging into the holes to rip out each shell, yanking the medic's corpse over so he could use the tweezers to make sure. 

 

In a matter of seconds, thunder seemed to clap in the sky, 108mm shells tearing through with each pound, boats being ripped apart by the massive rounds. .50-cal rounds rained down, tearing into the boats moving in on the Stalker ship, sinking them quickly. There were a few Stalkers and troops over the radio giving a cheer for their support, though it was disturbing how few it was. Just how many men did they lose?

 

Miko grunted a little, looking to John with a pained expression, "You're gonna go into shock if you don't patch up your nasty lookin' hand. Take his medical kit and heal yourself. We have to use the support to it's fullest, and that means buying ourselves time while they light up these fuckers." He already had out a bottle of alcohol from his pocket, pouring it along his wounds with a deep groan, tearing off some of his shirt to wrap it around the wound, dressing it as best he could with just the tattered cloth.

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 30, 2011 at 10:37am

John took the medical kit from the dead medic. He took out the gauze, the alcohol off Miko and some bandages.  He took his belt, and attempted to wrap it around his wrist, although it was proving to be difficult with only one hand. He looked to Miko, who had also been hit.

"Could you patch up whats left of my hand, it's kinda hard with just one hand? Oh and don't tell me when either, cos this is going to hurt like a bitch right?" He chuckled, before holding the kit out to Miko. 

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 30, 2011 at 6:46pm

Miko took the kit and sighed, "Well, you'd be better off amputating the whole arm and getting one of those mechanical ones we've got back in the Americas. Still though, that's a long trip back..." He took the wrist, tugging a bit on the belt to tighten it, constricting some of the blood flow to ease up the pain as he began to dress the wounds, treating along the burns and ripping out the shrapnel, covering it up in gauze before releasing the belt from his teeth, nodding to John, "Hey, stay low and go find the medical office. Stay along the inside. I'll stay outside with a few troops to get survivors while what's left of us go down below to tend to the wounded."

 

He didn't wait for another word, rushing off quickly to find anybody out in the open, getting the radio against his neck, "This is Veteran Miko reporting on Stalker Frequency. I want all troops below deck asides what is left of Omega squad. Omega 3-1, guard the door to the below deck and stay below cover. The other two should go find bodies. Everyone else needs to be in the lower medical bay. If anyone stays on deck that is not authorized, they will be shot. Miko out." He released the radio, grabbing two downed British infantry, dragging their bodies off towards the medical bay's doors, banging twice with his elbows.

 

The doctor opened up, having gauze wrapped over his own leg, "Ah, Miko... I took a couple rounds when they hit through the door... Bring those two in. I'll take good care of them." He winced a little, grabbing at his leg before nodding to Miko in reassurance, adjusting his glasses a little, "Sorry, wounds are part of battle, though."

 

With a small grunt, Miko placed the bodies down on the gurneys, the other two Omegas dragging in four more bodies, three Brits and a Stalker. One looked over to the doctor, sighing a little, "Some loon is calling for a doctor below the second level. It's for a body hacked in half from some metal walling or somethin'."

 

With a grunt, Miko picked up an AK from a body, nodding a bit, "Alright, you two get a move on and find more bodies. I want half of Alpha squad looking for bodies and corpses while the other half helps tend to the wounded. Understand?" The gave their salutes, Miko jogging out with a limp, going to find out what this idiot was doing downstairs.

Permalink Reply by Zombie_X on August 30, 2011 at 7:21pm

John crawled into the halls, banging on the medical bay door. A rough looking doctor opened it and stared at him.

"Sorry, we have know room at the minute, too many casualties. I think you will be okay for a couple of hours. If you start to feel any pain though, then come straight here okay? John couldnt believe his luck. He got sent to the medical bay, only to be turned away by the doctor. Irony. John decided to explore the lower cabins. The area was void of activity, and not a soldier in sight. He turned a corner, and saw a mangled mess of troops, and a hole in the wall. He could hear screams ahead, and walked to the end of the corridor. He gasped at what he saw. Body parts littered the floor, some soldiers still alive but missing most of their body. Some were begging for it to end. They were all looking at him, pleading for him to somehow help them, and he was pleading for a miracle. He pulled out his sidearm, and went to the nearest soldier. 

"So-so-sorry m-m-mate, it's the best thing for you." He grasped the mans hand, squeezing it and avoiding the stare of the mans eyes. He put the gun to his temple, said a prayer for the soldier, then fired. The sound was deafening in the tight corridor, but John did the same to the other soldiers there. It was impossible for them to survive their wounds, he kept saying to himself. He arranged their bodies into a row, then collapsed onto his knees, and burst out crying. He had grown up with these men, all survivors of the initial outbreak in England. He had fought beside them, comforting each other whenever they lost a friend. Now he had no one to comfort him when he needed it. John completely broke down, and put the pistol to his head, ready to pull the trigger. 

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 31, 2011 at 8:10am

Miko jogged off towards the lower corridors of the ship, towards a rip in the hull. With a swing of the door he saw John, a gun to his head. The bastard was going to kill himself. Quickly, Miko drew his own gun, firing a round against the finger guard, sending the gun flying away, albeit a bit of a risky move. With a grasp at John's neck, he slammed the man to the wall, glaring at him, "God damnit, man! We can't afford more casualties like this! All these men died trying to stay alive and keep this boat afloat, yet you want to kill yourself after already such a hefty sacrifice? Have you no decency for the dead?!" He gave John a firm smack across the face before releasing him with a push to the ground, "Stay here. A Stalker will relocate you to the medical bay and get you inside. Someone from Alpha team will redress your wounds and take care of them. Tell them I sent you." He moved off down the hall, picking up the damaged hand gun on his way, throwing it off in the trash, forcing himself to press on and find other survivors.

Permalink Reply by Luc on August 29, 2011 at 11:40pm

Luc looked up. Blinking once as he heard the definitely too loud booms and scrapes. He scowled a bit, not really having the equipment suitable for taing down anything like a boat. He stands, stumbleing a bit before quickly reassimbleing his weapon. "Anderson?" He called out to the fellow Stalker, looking about in silence before pushing out the door and to the deck. He took in the damaged, or destroid, boats. Pieces of which floating in the water. 

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 30, 2011 at 8:15am

There was a small cough against the door, Anderson pinned down against the wall by a large piece of metal, it impaled swiftly through his stomach, destroying his spinal column in a fine slice. He gave a small, clenched cough, blood spraying out against the metallic piece, his vision turning to Luc, but no words could form, only gasps of air. His fingers twitched slightly and he tried to reach up, fingers grazing gently to Luc's hand before falling, his body going limp as it give a small sigh of a breath, the entire top section of his body sliding slowly to the right before falling off.

Permalink Reply by Luc on August 30, 2011 at 6:18pm

Luc looked over, hearing the cough and moving back. He shofted the door to find him. His expression was a mix of many things. Most of which a normal person would not be able to decypher, but most was pain. He goes to a knee, watching Anderson die in silence. He clenched his fists, looking up at the hallways leading to the main deck, before back at Anderson. He smiled sadly. "Comon, bro.Theres still a lot of work to do." He looked at the piece of metal, putting a hand on it, then slowly moving it away. The blood on his hand from it dripped on the floor. And before he could help himself he shook Anderson's sholders. His features a bit crazed. "You wer't supposed to do this. You aren't supposed to rest. We're nearing Russia. Theres work to do, Stalker!" He clenched his teeth, watching the limp form, as if expecting it to talk, before yelling up to the upper deck. "Medic!"

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 30, 2011 at 6:48pm

Miko made his way down the staircase, raising a brow at Luc, "The fuck are you doing, Stalker? Realize the dead from the living and let the fucker rest in peace. We've got people barely alive around here that need help!" He ran a blood soaked hand through his hair, "Shit, get up. We're almost at the coast of Russia with no troops and support that is going to land on our ship soon. I want you to go find a British troop named John and have him taken to the Medical Bay. I'll see you two there in a second. Understand?"

Permalink Reply by Luc on August 30, 2011 at 10:27pm

Luc look grimly at him, then at Anderson. He clenched his jaw and pushed past the man without a word. He was pissed. And this Brit John better of been worth it. The man had it somewhat right. Ig everyone died, he was dead, too. That was not worth it. He remembered his time in the military. Do your mission now and mourn later. But was it right to mourn him at all? He had hardly known the man. But that was the same for Anderson himself. He gave something to a stranger. He looks about the boat. Wanting to yell and give the Russians a Hell they would not see coming. But he would bide his time. "....John? Where would a John be."

Permalink Reply by Stalker Taint on August 31, 2011 at 8:10am

Miko jogged off towards the lower corridors of the ship, towards a rip in the hull. With a swing of the door he saw John, a gun to his head. The bastard was going to kill himself. Quickly, Miko drew his own gun, firing a round against the finger guard, sending the gun flying away, albeit a bit of a risky move. With a grasp at John's neck, he slammed the man to the wall, glaring at him, "God damnit, man! We can't afford more casualties like this! All these men died trying to stay alive and keep this boat afloat, yet you want to kill yourself after already such a hefty sacrifice? Have you no decency for the dead?!" He gave John a firm smack across the face before releasing him with a push to the ground, "Stay here. A Stalker will relocate you to the medical bay and get you inside. Someone from Alpha team will redress your wounds and take care of them. Tell them I sent you." He moved off down the hall, picking up the damaged hand gun on his way, throwing it off in the trash, forcing himself to press on and find other survivors.

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