05-16-2014, 06:14 PM
PPC: Captain Miko Istivak
Moments passed in a tense calm as Nicolas Trano headed off with his assistant and Knights to do whatever the hell it was he did. Miko didn't like the lull, the hairs on the back of his neck would soon rise if they were not shot at again in the next half-hour.
He didn't believe the terrorists would suddenly regain their senses and decide running down a hall with one hundred and fifty odd rifles ready to fire was a bad idea. Chances were, they would throw themselves at him and his men until they were worn down through sheer numbers.
And that was the better option. The other was that they were preparing something particularly savage. He was glad they did not seem to have access to state-of-the-art weaponry. Miko remembered all too well the last time he had been assigned to suppress a rebellion. It still gave him shivers, even after 15 years of active duty.
A small uprising had started in Budapest and had gained significant ground, taking out the city's commander in a grisly assassination. By the time he had arrived, the movement had gained over a thousand well armed fighters, supplied by a group of Custody big-wigs discontent with trade in the area or some bullshit like that. The poor bastards were used and discarded, all for the sake of money.
They fought well, but they could not resist the force of the Custody's finest for long and were driven underground. The higher-ups did not want to waste the time or money rooting out the malcontent faction nor allow the situation to gain publicity. So they sent in a Vega team who wiped the remaining insurgents out within a day. Armed with bio-chem grenades, they had only to sit and watch as the rebels dropped.
"Hello inside! Bonsoir! You lot will sleep sound tonight because we rough men stand ready to do violence on your behalf!"
The loud thud and subsequent words spoken in a cheery African accent brightened Captain Miko's mood.
He pushed his way through a line of men with drawn rifles pointed at the metal doors now glowing red-hot. "Stand down,"
he said, weariness creeping up his spine. "Stand down. Help has arrived."
When the Legionnaires had burned a hole through the metal framework, Captain Miko stood at the opening and called out. "Glad to see someone who's not trying to kill us in this damned city. My men are yours."
Moments passed in a tense calm as Nicolas Trano headed off with his assistant and Knights to do whatever the hell it was he did. Miko didn't like the lull, the hairs on the back of his neck would soon rise if they were not shot at again in the next half-hour.
He didn't believe the terrorists would suddenly regain their senses and decide running down a hall with one hundred and fifty odd rifles ready to fire was a bad idea. Chances were, they would throw themselves at him and his men until they were worn down through sheer numbers.
And that was the better option. The other was that they were preparing something particularly savage. He was glad they did not seem to have access to state-of-the-art weaponry. Miko remembered all too well the last time he had been assigned to suppress a rebellion. It still gave him shivers, even after 15 years of active duty.
A small uprising had started in Budapest and had gained significant ground, taking out the city's commander in a grisly assassination. By the time he had arrived, the movement had gained over a thousand well armed fighters, supplied by a group of Custody big-wigs discontent with trade in the area or some bullshit like that. The poor bastards were used and discarded, all for the sake of money.
They fought well, but they could not resist the force of the Custody's finest for long and were driven underground. The higher-ups did not want to waste the time or money rooting out the malcontent faction nor allow the situation to gain publicity. So they sent in a Vega team who wiped the remaining insurgents out within a day. Armed with bio-chem grenades, they had only to sit and watch as the rebels dropped.
"Hello inside! Bonsoir! You lot will sleep sound tonight because we rough men stand ready to do violence on your behalf!"
The loud thud and subsequent words spoken in a cheery African accent brightened Captain Miko's mood.
He pushed his way through a line of men with drawn rifles pointed at the metal doors now glowing red-hot. "Stand down,"
he said, weariness creeping up his spine. "Stand down. Help has arrived."
When the Legionnaires had burned a hole through the metal framework, Captain Miko stood at the opening and called out. "Glad to see someone who's not trying to kill us in this damned city. My men are yours."
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."