05-12-2014, 01:38 PM
PPC: Captain Miko Istivak
He had never believed the old saying 'silence was golden'. Silence in the heat of battle meant something was afoot. However, just this once, Miko conceded that silence was indeed golden.
His men had set up a hasty fort - the barricades of some kind of light-weight titanium alloy surrounding the terminal as a six foot wall that rendered most of the terrorists' arms ineffective. After three or four waves of screaming fanatics gunned down, someone had decided it would be better to re-group and plan an assault.
That is what Captain Miko assumed, in any event. He never underestimated his enemy.
Miko was silently proud of his men. The fear in them was palpable, but they were professional to the end, each hand steady on a trigger and prepared for the worst.
Most of the Knights had returned with a few dozen terrified civilians huddled in the farthest corner as they awaited rescue. One group remained at large, long enough for him to ponder a grim fate.
However, he was spared the melancholy thought as a group of civilians backed by the remaining Knights stumbled into the Fortress' perimeter. Two individuals who did not have the glazed eyes of numb terror caught his gaze.
The first a woman with a keen eye and calm, even relaxed posture amidst the death and chaos. The man standing close by was no so composed, but he had a determined set to his jaw that belied some mettle.
And that face...it looked familiar. But where?
Ah, yes. He had been briefed on the Ascendancy's retinue. Certain things began to make sense.
As his men dragged the metal barriers to allow their entrance, Captain Miko stopped the two with a raised hand, his left hand resting on the trigger of his rifle in case the terrorists decided to use the situation to their advantage.
"Mr. Nicolas Trano?"
he asked in a short voice. "Please make your way to the back of the Terminal. I shall have a guard assigned to you immediately. Your safety is a priority, sir."
Nicolas Trano smirked and fixed his glasses. "I think my assistant can protect me well enough."
A quick glance at Reed, "You look short staffed as it is, Captain. I'm not worth it."
Captain Miko suppressed a grimace. Damn journalists and their damn curiosity! "I'm afraid it's an order, sir. Whether you believe so or not, your safety is worth more than all of my men combined. I will not take any risks."
His voice and eyes were flat.
Trano shrugged. "Do what you have to do, then. Thanks for sending those men, they showed up just in time."
Captain Miko gave a short nod. "Thank you, sir. An evacuation team has been sent for, keep your head down and we will make it out of this alive."
Captain Miko stepped clear of the American's path and turned to see how many civilians had been gathered.
"Captain! Enemy sighted!"
Shit. So they had been waiting for an ambush.
"Get everyone inside the barrier!"
he barked. "And get that damn thing shut before we all end up dead!"
He had never believed the old saying 'silence was golden'. Silence in the heat of battle meant something was afoot. However, just this once, Miko conceded that silence was indeed golden.
His men had set up a hasty fort - the barricades of some kind of light-weight titanium alloy surrounding the terminal as a six foot wall that rendered most of the terrorists' arms ineffective. After three or four waves of screaming fanatics gunned down, someone had decided it would be better to re-group and plan an assault.
That is what Captain Miko assumed, in any event. He never underestimated his enemy.
Miko was silently proud of his men. The fear in them was palpable, but they were professional to the end, each hand steady on a trigger and prepared for the worst.
Most of the Knights had returned with a few dozen terrified civilians huddled in the farthest corner as they awaited rescue. One group remained at large, long enough for him to ponder a grim fate.
However, he was spared the melancholy thought as a group of civilians backed by the remaining Knights stumbled into the Fortress' perimeter. Two individuals who did not have the glazed eyes of numb terror caught his gaze.
The first a woman with a keen eye and calm, even relaxed posture amidst the death and chaos. The man standing close by was no so composed, but he had a determined set to his jaw that belied some mettle.
And that face...it looked familiar. But where?
Ah, yes. He had been briefed on the Ascendancy's retinue. Certain things began to make sense.
As his men dragged the metal barriers to allow their entrance, Captain Miko stopped the two with a raised hand, his left hand resting on the trigger of his rifle in case the terrorists decided to use the situation to their advantage.
"Mr. Nicolas Trano?"
he asked in a short voice. "Please make your way to the back of the Terminal. I shall have a guard assigned to you immediately. Your safety is a priority, sir."
Nicolas Trano smirked and fixed his glasses. "I think my assistant can protect me well enough."
A quick glance at Reed, "You look short staffed as it is, Captain. I'm not worth it."
Captain Miko suppressed a grimace. Damn journalists and their damn curiosity! "I'm afraid it's an order, sir. Whether you believe so or not, your safety is worth more than all of my men combined. I will not take any risks."
His voice and eyes were flat.
Trano shrugged. "Do what you have to do, then. Thanks for sending those men, they showed up just in time."
Captain Miko gave a short nod. "Thank you, sir. An evacuation team has been sent for, keep your head down and we will make it out of this alive."
Captain Miko stepped clear of the American's path and turned to see how many civilians had been gathered.
"Captain! Enemy sighted!"
Shit. So they had been waiting for an ambush.
"Get everyone inside the barrier!"
he barked. "And get that damn thing shut before we all end up dead!"
"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."