First blood indoors
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Cathy was cowering behind a large crate they had moved into the corridor, her Gyrojet pistol in her hand. She looked to the other catgirl on her right and nodded.
It had taken the intruders nearly 50 minutes to get through this door, the reinforcements had delayed them a lot. But now it was clear that the barrier would not hold together much longer. It was there job to delay them here for some time.
Cathy heard as another part of the airlock door broke and concentrated on the the image on her augmented reality display. Using the system for combat had been a quick hack, but they needed every advantage they could get.
An armored helmet looked through the broken airlock on the left side of the Module, just to vanish before any of the two catgirls could decide to leave their cover or not. A few moments later a man with an submachine gun in hand stepped out, carefully looking towards the corridor into the station. A second one followed soon.
‘A Thompson with a drum magazin?’ Cathy wondered, ‘who the hell are these guys?’
“Thompson M1928A1 replica, 50 shot magazine,” Cortana whispered out of the headset in her ear, “either El Capone Gang or Tanglewood Boys I think. Did not know these guys had spaceworthy armor.” But they had, and Cathy had to admit this ‘Gangster hat’ with the transparent large helmet below looked crazy but creative.
“Cortana, three second countdown” she murmured and concentrated on the position of the two enemies beyond the barricade. The countdown dropped to zero, Cathy rose and fired her pistol.
The small rocket from her Gyrojet pistol raced towards its target, but Cathy was not waiting for the impact, she already dropped down behind the crate. She heard a man crying out in pain and a long burst of bullets hit her cover.
She watched through Cortanas cameras as one of the men went down crying and as the other one sprayed the cover with bullets and finally drawing the wounded man back through the hole in the door.
‘We lost surprise, but we won more time... I hope it was worth it” Cathy thought.
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Randers watched horrified as his wounded man was drawn back into the safety of the hangar area. This wasn’t some thin waved spacesuit, this had hardened materials, armored to resist incoming weapons! He could not stop looking at the leg of the man, where whatever hit him had blown a small hole through the armor and his leg.
“How the hell can they do this? That’s waved armor, it should have protected him” he cursed.
Jerry was already trying to patch up the wounded person, glad that he got these emergency medic patches with him that might prevent the poor guy to need a biomod right now.
“The shot looked like a Senshi style gyrojet pistol” he said, “small ammo capacity, but at penetrating armor. We have to make sure the damned catgirl doesn’t get of another good shot.”
He looked to Randers. “Mr. Randers, I would like to keep one man here to see if Joe has stabilized, the rest of us can press our advantage. We need more overlapping fields of fire to guard our movement!”
Randers just nodded, he just noticed that he might be the only one who could not be one-shotted with that damned rocket launcher. “I will go out there with two men and clean them out from this damned cargo boxes. Its time to take of the gloves and play by the hard rules.”
Jerry sighed silently. “Please take four men with you Mr. Randers, they can make the cats keep their heads down while you force them out of their cover. This way two man can reload while the other are ready to fire.”
Randers was about to protest for Jerrys attempt to modify his orders, but then he thought about it again. “You are right Jerry, good idea. Now lets get this mission done, I am sick being stalled by the damned catgirls, they just delay the unavoidable.”
He ordered four other men to him and walked to the door. A few bullets and another one of these infernal rockets hit the door frame, but he just waited until the firing stopped. He nodded to his men, then he stepped out, his personal tommygun in both hands.
“Eat bullets damned cats” he shouted, spraying the whole room with projectiles from his 200 shot drum-magazin. “Get out and cover me” he ordered and moved forward.
He felt a number of impacts on his armor, one of them even damaging the outer layer, but nothing to worry about at the moment. “This is the end, just admit it” he shouted and laughed, still firing short bursts at the to boxes that blocked his view.
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Cathy was cowering behind a large crate they had moved into the corridor, her Gyrojet pistol in her hand. She looked to the other catgirl on her right and nodded.
It had taken the intruders nearly 50 minutes to get through this door, the reinforcements had delayed them a lot. But now it was clear that the barrier would not hold together much longer. It was there job to delay them here for some time.
Cathy heard as another part of the airlock door broke and concentrated on the the image on her augmented reality display. Using the system for combat had been a quick hack, but they needed every advantage they could get.
An armored helmet looked through the broken airlock on the left side of the Module, just to vanish before any of the two catgirls could decide to leave their cover or not. A few moments later a man with an submachine gun in hand stepped out, carefully looking towards the corridor into the station. A second one followed soon.
‘A Thompson with a drum magazin?’ Cathy wondered, ‘who the hell are these guys?’
“Thompson M1928A1 replica, 50 shot magazine,” Cortana whispered out of the headset in her ear, “either El Capone Gang or Tanglewood Boys I think. Did not know these guys had spaceworthy armor.” But they had, and Cathy had to admit this ‘Gangster hat’ with the transparent large helmet below looked crazy but creative.
“Cortana, three second countdown” she murmured and concentrated on the position of the two enemies beyond the barricade. The countdown dropped to zero, Cathy rose and fired her pistol.
The small rocket from her Gyrojet pistol raced towards its target, but Cathy was not waiting for the impact, she already dropped down behind the crate. She heard a man crying out in pain and a long burst of bullets hit her cover.
She watched through Cortanas cameras as one of the men went down crying and as the other one sprayed the cover with bullets and finally drawing the wounded man back through the hole in the door.
‘We lost surprise, but we won more time... I hope it was worth it” Cathy thought.
----
Randers watched horrified as his wounded man was drawn back into the safety of the hangar area. This wasn’t some thin waved spacesuit, this had hardened materials, armored to resist incoming weapons! He could not stop looking at the leg of the man, where whatever hit him had blown a small hole through the armor and his leg.
“How the hell can they do this? That’s waved armor, it should have protected him” he cursed.
Jerry was already trying to patch up the wounded person, glad that he got these emergency medic patches with him that might prevent the poor guy to need a biomod right now.
“The shot looked like a Senshi style gyrojet pistol” he said, “small ammo capacity, but at penetrating armor. We have to make sure the damned catgirl doesn’t get of another good shot.”
He looked to Randers. “Mr. Randers, I would like to keep one man here to see if Joe has stabilized, the rest of us can press our advantage. We need more overlapping fields of fire to guard our movement!”
Randers just nodded, he just noticed that he might be the only one who could not be one-shotted with that damned rocket launcher. “I will go out there with two men and clean them out from this damned cargo boxes. Its time to take of the gloves and play by the hard rules.”
Jerry sighed silently. “Please take four men with you Mr. Randers, they can make the cats keep their heads down while you force them out of their cover. This way two man can reload while the other are ready to fire.”
Randers was about to protest for Jerrys attempt to modify his orders, but then he thought about it again. “You are right Jerry, good idea. Now lets get this mission done, I am sick being stalled by the damned catgirls, they just delay the unavoidable.”
He ordered four other men to him and walked to the door. A few bullets and another one of these infernal rockets hit the door frame, but he just waited until the firing stopped. He nodded to his men, then he stepped out, his personal tommygun in both hands.
“Eat bullets damned cats” he shouted, spraying the whole room with projectiles from his 200 shot drum-magazin. “Get out and cover me” he ordered and moved forward.
He felt a number of impacts on his armor, one of them even damaging the outer layer, but nothing to worry about at the moment. “This is the end, just admit it” he shouted and laughed, still firing short bursts at the to boxes that blocked his view.