Planet Empire: Armored Chronicles
An intro to a side story idea still going along with the Planet Empire theme. Might or might not continue depending on responses. This is more of the stories that followed the mechanized infantry units in their battles and struggles against the raptoric invaders. These will be titled Armored Chronicles. On down the line Im hoping to add Naval chronicles and perhaps even the Aerial Chronicles but have no expertise in the area like I do in mechanized infantry so if anyone is willing to co-op in giving advice and helping in anyother way it would be greatly appreciated.
Raindog one
(Intro)
"Raindog one... Raingdog one, Shooter Mane over." The grey fuzzy static gave no response to the words following the double bleeped tone. "Raindog one...are you dead? Over." A whining pitch blared harshly through the olive green radio set.
"Shooter Mane, Raindog one... We're not dead yet, but we're working real hard on it." The enthusiastic response broke in along the oberpowering gun fire.
"Raindogone, while your working on that Wolverine two is in need of back up support. Take position south of your location and provide for immediate evacs of casualties on site and press through to objective Deadweight over."
"Shit!" He mumbled to himself annoyed, as if they didn't already have enough on their hands with the incoming fire from the raptoric forces than to now go and support the mechanized infantry units. "Shooter Mane, it's on my to do list over."
"Negative Raindog one, this is priority."
"On it Shooter Mane, over."
"Roger Raindogone, Shooter Mane out."
With evey body, all took arms and set up around the world. Not one outpost left unmanned or body unarmed. The fronts moving out at all times in a constant motion pressing forth and folding back with strategic strongholds and hasty cover. Never the same twice where humans came up with numbers the raptor forces countered with brute force and ferocity. So much so even the Russian trench chargers werent as bold. With slimmer and thicker armor the scaled beasts grew more adept to their foe's weaponry. Smaller calibur weaponry once used to main and kill their now human allies both axis and allied alike in which therein they rounded together, now serves little better than to make noise. Larger calibur rounds were made plenty but soon were followed by tephlon tipped armor piercing and similar rounds. Too much the same purpose they served now however much so they may last was an ever changing story as with the constant movment of the battered lines. Many a loss a day and so forth the number only one could only wish to be close. Brigade after brigade had formed in the first coming years when the struggle had begun. Many beyond the sights and sounds of the first clashes that followed as the incoming invasion made themselves deaf and blinduntil their horizons changed around them. Quickly raining through the night only to leave the destitute and dying come wake. All of that now past what lay ahead made the visions of that long ago as a sweet dream of sorts. The war reaching its turning stages as the simple impulse to survive remained in the hearts of man stil alive. What remaining of the old divisions and regiments were but that, rememberances to be reflected upon.
"Wolverine Mane, Raindog over... any wolverine element this is Rainddog over." The constant radio check intertwined with no response but still the constant pounding reinforced their being still in the fight. Staking up a position along the woodline using the forestation as cover, sargeant Sullivan's eyes glazed at the waste that was lain before him. The open field telling its own story as pillars of black smoke billowed from burning armor. The entire field emblazened in the orange glow.
"Whatta we got?" Sullivan asked one next to him peering further down the open field with binoculars.
"Looks like tankers have grouped up a three sixty about three hundred meter's downrange . Their holding off what they can... cant tell much from here sargeant." Sullivan slumped down with an folding map figuring the approximatelocation and the land tourrain that lay ahead. Taking a quick peak overhead he began moving their element.
"Stay through the low areas. Don't silhouette yourselves against the fires, lets move." He said awaiting as word was passed through the ranks. The movment being slow but deliberate through the smoldering field. No shots being fired as the area was cleared step by step with weapons at the low ready. Desolate almost were it not for the stirring ahead. The ground several meters in front of him suddenly seemed to erupt from below as if several small volcanoes sprang to life. Much less could have been said for what came next in a flash, a wet substance swatted across Sullivans face knocking him over landing near a smoldering helmet resembling a piece of swiss cheese. It was then he realized they had been fired upon. A pair of boots with legs still firmly planted in them with no body to which they belonged. Taking a hand and wipping the jelly substance from his face Sullivan felt bits of hard chunks embedded what he now realized was the bits of bone mixed with the blood of the man who had been standing beside him in the blast.