Cold Planet: Desperate Alliance (RP)

kit searched desperately for a way out. there were corpses everywhere. he scanned desperately before he finally found something. behind a dead body was a 2 foot tall 3 foot wide opening with a grate for ventilation. he walked over and gently and carefully laid the body aside. he took out his bowie knife and used it to take out the first screw. while he was unscrewing the second one a voice sounded over his radio "This is Briggs, does anyone read me?" he dropped the knife in shock and fumbled for the radio. "captain i read you, I'm private kit wilder I'm trapped on the lower floor"

"Damn good to hear from a survivor. Kit, I have good news and bad news. Good news is that central will be sending a pick up team for us. Bad news, we are going to have to make our way up through the mountains to find an old Op base. Even worse.. it's currently under Red control." Briggs did what he could and fastened a rope to allow him to fast rope down.

kit swallowed hard, ~why does the bad news always outweigh the good?~ "copy, i found a ventilation shaft it should lead to the east side of the building, should we rendezvous there?" kit started unscrewing the remaining screws while waiting for a reply

"Sound good. I am descending from the Norther side of the building. Rendezvous in fifteen." Briggs fianlly reached the ground and was surprised to see Red corpses. It looked as if something had torn them to pieces. "Do any other Blues read me?"

~fifteen minutes~ kit thought confirming the command in his head. he finished the last screw and removed the grate. he got on the ground and commando crawled through the opening just barely fitting. it was tight and claustrophobic and hard to move. but he could see a light at the end and was determined to get through

Briggs made his way to what he knew as the east side of the bas eand waited to Wilder to show up. He went onto one knee in a defensive stance and watched the outer rim of the area. "Nothing moving."

kit finally struggled through the last of the vent and emerged on the other side. the air tasted good to him. he looked to his right and saw the sarge sitting prepared for action. "sarge" he said aiming to get the mans attention

Briggs made his way over to Kit and searched the perimeter. "Nothing.. Come on, let's move up into the mountains and find that base. It's our only shot of getting out of here short of walking close to one-hundred something miles."

Mistara fell in behind the seargent. He raised his weapon in a sweep of the surrounding trees and waited to move out.

***

Riker was thrown forward by a crashing helicopter. He rolled to a hault and came up running. Raising his weapon as he ran, he came to the wall, the massive entrance blocked by the crashed copter. He ran along the bases outter perimeter until he came to a blown out section. He edged to the corner. AA fire no-longer heard. Where are all the REDs? He asked himself as he strafed round the corner, assault rifle raised. The sight he was greeted with, both shocked and alarmed Riker.

Jacob walked up ahead of the other Reds and kept his weapon ready. "This planet's climate is unpredictable. In the day, it's a desert wasteland. At night it's covered in ice. Get used to it fast because we are not getting off here any time soon." Jacob walked ahead of his three followers and looked back. "Keep up or I will not hesitate to leave you behind."

Mistara kept steady pace with Jacob sweeping his weapon in a constant covering motion. "Wha-" He exclaimed as a person staggered out of the pine cone-like trees. It was a BLUE soldier. One of his arms had been severed and his legs had been badly cut. The BLUE soldier immediatly struggled towards the closest soldier he saw, which was Mistara, who trained his gun sights on the enemy and his finger twitched on the trigger but he hesitated. The mutilated soldier reached out and gripped Mistara's legs in a pleading jesture with his one arm, while blood poured from where the missing limb had been. Mitara lowered his weapon as the BLUE soldier started pleading and warding about some creature. The fear in his eyes caused Mistara to look at the seargent. He caught Jacobs eye.

***

Konal Riker nearly dropped his gun at the sight before him. Hundreds of troops lay bofore him dead. Both BLUE and RED soldiers laid mutilated and in pieces, blood covered the entire courtyard. Riker raised his rifle and huridly moved further into the base reaching a corner and leaning round he spotted two BLUE troopers heading away from a starwell towards the mountains. Keeping faith that they might know (which they shouldnt). He stepped round and slowly approached with his weapon lowered, but, to be safe he raised it again. His footsteps grew louder..

kit walked along keeping pace with the sarge, his pistol in one hand and his knife in the other. ~this is crazy~ he thought ~but exciting~ came a whisper in his mind ~no this is disastrous~. a large snap sound came from ahead. kit instinctively hid behind a tree, ready for the attack ~could the reds really have gotten ahead of us?~ he though the adrenaline making his head pound. more sounds were coming from different directions. this was not good

Jaco blet out an annoyed sigh and turned to Mistara. "You can not possibly say you don't know what to do with him. Execute him or I will." Jacob kept moving forwar, and after seeing the Blue soldier he switched his safety off and moved forward. "Teichmiller, scavange for that Blue's weapon. We'll need to ammunition."

Briggs stopped and spun around to see Riker. "Damn good to see more survivors." He motioned for him to join him and Kit. He stopped his advance and took a position on one knee and monitered the area for any movement.

As Riker approached he saw the younger BLUE soldier duck behind a tree just past the outter wall. When Brigg's turned and spoke relief swept across his face. He sped up his pace and slid up behind the seargent. He may be RED but he was sure these two wouldnt shoot him on sight. Just to be safe though, he thought, I'll raise my hands in non-hostile gesture. He did so.

"sargent" kit whispered "sargent?" kit turned around and say a red approaching the sarge kit raised his pistol and hoped to god that if he needed it his aim wouldnt be as horrible as usual. and he was also hoping that him just holding the gun like he could shoot straight would intimidate the enemy. he noticed his hands were in the air. "sir its an enemy, it could be a trap."

"It's ok private. He came from the same way I did so I'm sure he say that horrid sight." Briggs looked at the ground and sighed. "Name and rank, red." He lowered his weapon and stepped forward with his hand held forward in a friendly gesture. Out of his periferal, Briggs could see smoke coming from the mountains. Problem was, the smoke was not too far away.

By now Jacob was already about thirty paces ahead of the rest of the group when he arrived at a large rock, jutting out of the mountainside. Climbing on top of it, he made his way to a higher area and viewed the area through his weapons scope. The first thing that caught his eye was a Red soldier being drug out of sight by some huge creature. "This is Sarge, and I must say that... we're screwed."

kit was still hesitant, holstering his gun but keeping his knife at hand "sir we dont have time, i heard noises up ahead, we should find an alternate route to avoid enemy contact."
it was basic navigation combat, and one of the first rules you learn. dont head straight for danger.
~shoot him~ the whisper said ~kill him before he does the same~
~no~ he thought ~i wont kill, i might have to defend myself, but i wont kill~

Jacob sighed and scanned the rest of the area before he saw a sight that chilled him. It was two Blues facing one Red. From what he could tell, one was willing to negotiate but the other was not so trusting. Then he recognized the soldier. "Riker, do you read?"

Mistara looked into the BLUE troopers eyes. "I'm sorry." He mouthed. He then placed one shot at the soldiers cranium with a resounding bang. The soldier collapsed. He then followed after the leader. The other troopers were shocked. The madic especially, who noticed that there wasnt a wound on the soldiers head as he went to follow the rest. Mistara had fired a blank and in synk, the trooper had fainted from the shock of the shot. The medic smiled at Mistaras slyness and turned the body over to look at his wounds.

***

"Riker, Konal." He started the reply as lowered his left hand to shake, leaving his gun hand up. "Seargent, demoted to, Private. Serial number: 64484, assigned dropship: 17. Ordered to assault western section. Those orders no-longer stand. Uh- sir." He saluted the enemy seargent. He hoped the truth would hold up. "You-" He was cut off as the com in his ear sprang to life, statically. He didnt dare make any sudden movements but noticed out of the corner of his eye, the reflectin of a rifle scope. He nodded slowly to say he heard.

kit heard gunfire, "sir! we have to get goin-" his voice was cut off by the faint sound of the red soldiers comlink. he raised his gun again "sir hes in radio contact i think its a trap"
~~~

vincent wilder had been drafted into the army when his home was taken over by the red army. he had never imagined he would love it so much. his platoon had crash landed, there was some alive, sergeant jacob was still there, as well as the medic and his friend mistara. they were waiting for further orders currently