-=-Handoria Insurrection-=-
Every Commissar has to start somewhere
Part 14
Mergen's Marauders |
Fireteam One |
Morale | Confident |
Name | Rank | Weapon | Speciality | Extra | Health |
Quinton Mergen | Sergeant | Grenade Launcher | | 2 Det Pack | Uninjured |
Tarra Vasi | Corporal | Lasgun | Vox Operator | 2 Frag | Uninjured |
Quinton Labonne | Trooper | Lasgun | | 2 Frag | Uninjured |
Thaddeus Haare | Trooper | Lasgun | | 2 Frag | Uninjured |
Moises Naef | Trooper | Lasgun | | 2 Frag | Slightly Injured |
|
Fireteam Two |
Morale | Confident |
Name | Rank | Weapon | Speciality | Extra | Health |
Octavius Halian | Commissar Cadet | Sabre + Laspistol | | 1 Krak | Injured |
Elwood Sturn | Corporal | Flamer | | 1 Frag | Uninjured |
Ming Modic | Trooper | Lasgun | Medicae | 1 Frag | Uninjured |
Thaddeus Shuskey | Trooper | Shotgun | | 1 Frag | Slightly Injured |
Rod Saglimben | Trooper | Shotgun | | 1 Frag | Uninjured |
Laurinda Burrel | Trooper | Shotgun | | 1 Frag | Uninjured |
Vaccarella's Vipers |
Morale | Confident |
Name | Rank | Weapon | Speciality | Extra | Health |
Marcel Vaccarella | Lieutenant | Lasgun | | | Uninjured |
Eald Balini | Sergeant | Lasgun | | | Uninjured |
Jackson Leski | Corporal | Lasgun | Vox Operator | | Slightly Injured |
Carolin Cannedy | Corporal | Autogun | Medicae | | Slightly Injured |
Kendrick Goletz | Corporal | Autogun | | | Uninjured |
Quintius Barodus | Corporal | Stub Pistol | | | Slightly Injured |
Tarrius Cossin | Trooper | Autogun | | | Injured |
Carey Landero | Trooper | Autogun | | | Slightly Injured |
Kit Widmark | Trooper | Stub Pistol | | | Uninjured |
Marlin Hitzel | Trooper | Stub Pistol | | | Slightly Injured |
Note that none of the Vipers have body armour.
As your forces settle into their newly acquired positions, you take the opportunity to survey the situation. Shuskey, Cossin, and Naef each got hit, but not badly. They've already been given basic treatment and painkillers, so for now they're fine. Modic the Medicae examines you, checking you for a concussion before moving on to your chest wound.
"You're lucky, sir, his blade glanced off of your ribs. You'll need further treatment planetside, but you won't bleed out." he explains, dusting the cut with stinging powder and scented oils before wrapping a quick bandage around your midsection. "That was very impressive the way you executed that traitor, everyone saw it and now they think every traitor will be getting the same. Now, as your physician I must recommend you avoid receiving further sword wounds, though you can of course ignore my opinions."
He finishes with a jab of mild painkillers, and checks your face next. "Hmm, does this hurt? Yes, that's a broken nose. A fractured orbital too, nothing too serious. Once again, I advise avoiding further facial injuries. At your discretion."
Free of his attentions, you go to check your dataslate map only to find it missing a good portion of itself. The cause seems to be that infernal Sergeant and his wild swings.
No matter, you can see the battlefield for yourself. Fireteam One is to your left, Two (including yourself) has taken the centre at the former PDF position opposite the militia, while Vaccarella's squad is arrayed to your right, near the blast door. The profusion of rockcrete constructions and abandoned machinery in this Plaza has offered plenty of cover, so despite their best efforts the militia have barely scored any hits. Their weaponry appears to be a combination of lasguns and autoguns, though some have better armour than others.
With a shriek of tormented metal and wail of flashing alarms, the blast door near Vaccarella grinds shut. Now the only open access is directly behind the enemy militia. Mergen and Vaccarella scoot over to your spot behind a shattered fountain, concern on their faces.
"I don't like this" Vaccarella begins, gesturing vaguely at the Plaza, "The initial ambush made sense, that was about thirty traitors to five of ours. Now we have equal numbers, they can't expect to outfight us now. They obviously have someone monitoring the situation and activating the blast doors, so why waste their forces like this?"
"Probably waiting for those." Mergen interjects, pointing to three servitors plodding out from the tunnel behind the militia.
Vaccarella sighs, nodding in resignation. "That would make sense."
These servitors are industrial tools, heavily built and reinforced while maintaining their humanoid form. Their hands have each been replaced by a mining laser and drilling claw, and the rebels have augmented them for combat with crude metal armour plates. Even without being built to military standards, you know that they would have to be incredibly tough to survive dangerous mining operations.
They take positions across the militia lines and remain still for a long, tense moment. Just as you begin to wonder what their plan is, one of the servitors speaks in a grating synthetic voice, laced with a hint of rattling bolts.
"Hazardous debris identified. Warning: Initiating remote clearance operation. All workers ensure a safe distance from operations. Caution: Initiating remote clearance operation in 20 seconds... 19..."