Post by parade on Jan 20, 2013 19:03:29 GMT -5
Reply with some Operation Moonlight perspectives and shit-
Example:
As STORM 420 my job was to fly a Hunter Chopper and bomb the
enemy base. Worse for worse we hit the target, but got shot down. 614 and I survived landing and necrotic shellings from OverWatch. We dragged our asses inside the enemy base seeking shelter. Once there we ran into a room full of crates. Unknowingly, the room was damaged from our own bombings. Necrotics poured through the hole in the room. We ran out escaping the room to a lift that took us down. For some reason two huge sets of blast doors were open so we went through towards another lift that took us down. We found sanctuary in a large dome shaped room. We made a temporary shelter, and in good time too for necrotics were breaching into the room. We stayed there and found off waves of zombies, waiting for any sign of rescue. Our radios were broken from the crash, but our spirits were still intact. 614 eventually passed out from exhaustion and his wounds. I kept holding off hordes of headcrabs and zombies. Soon, I heard gunshots and the doors to the dome open. "Rescue!" I shouted! //But then our allies broke the barricade that protected us and they shot me and I died.// I also passed out from sheer exhaustion and blood loss from a busted leg and an encounter with a headcrab. Luckily, as I was told later, Helix units came and patched 614 and I up. They carried 614 away. It took a little more time to work on me, but eventually I woke up being carried away. The rest was a little hazy, but I believe I was in a cot being tended by a Helix while unknowningly, SeC was having a meeting with the whole force. Apparently I was promoted to EpU, and allowed to fly. They took me back to City 23 and fixed me leg up. Many respect me for my heroics. 614 and I will stay stationed in the City for some time to heal up. I hear the call of the wind. I want to fly again.
Example:
As STORM 420 my job was to fly a Hunter Chopper and bomb the
enemy base. Worse for worse we hit the target, but got shot down. 614 and I survived landing and necrotic shellings from OverWatch. We dragged our asses inside the enemy base seeking shelter. Once there we ran into a room full of crates. Unknowingly, the room was damaged from our own bombings. Necrotics poured through the hole in the room. We ran out escaping the room to a lift that took us down. For some reason two huge sets of blast doors were open so we went through towards another lift that took us down. We found sanctuary in a large dome shaped room. We made a temporary shelter, and in good time too for necrotics were breaching into the room. We stayed there and found off waves of zombies, waiting for any sign of rescue. Our radios were broken from the crash, but our spirits were still intact. 614 eventually passed out from exhaustion and his wounds. I kept holding off hordes of headcrabs and zombies. Soon, I heard gunshots and the doors to the dome open. "Rescue!" I shouted! //But then our allies broke the barricade that protected us and they shot me and I died.// I also passed out from sheer exhaustion and blood loss from a busted leg and an encounter with a headcrab. Luckily, as I was told later, Helix units came and patched 614 and I up. They carried 614 away. It took a little more time to work on me, but eventually I woke up being carried away. The rest was a little hazy, but I believe I was in a cot being tended by a Helix while unknowningly, SeC was having a meeting with the whole force. Apparently I was promoted to EpU, and allowed to fly. They took me back to City 23 and fixed me leg up. Many respect me for my heroics. 614 and I will stay stationed in the City for some time to heal up. I hear the call of the wind. I want to fly again.
