Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-4363162-20150211153055

That had escalated quickly.

Not more than an hour earlier, Alexander had been minding his own business. Skip to now, and the sky was filled with fire and smoke. Shards of metal and wood plummeted towards the ground, and he dodged as a chunk of deck crashed beside him. Too close. He dashed accross the blood splattered streets as the heavens crashed down around his feet. What the hell was going on up there?

As he swerved around the corner of a ruined house, a ship descended in front of his path. He dug his feet into the ground, halting abruptly. The vessel's belly opened to reveal yet another group of soldiers, the high-pressure air inside hissing as it blew around the boy. Alexander felt his body tense, unsure of who these people were, and what they wanted. But their threat became apparent soon enough as twelve shining metal barrels raised, pointing towards him. The buggers didn't even bother to raise their shields...

Without a second thought, Alex turned down the nearest alleyway and started running. His rifle was powerful, but it only had a 3-shot burst; too little to take out so many at close range. He needed to relocate.

The sniper slipped into a smoldering belltower, his hand already reaching for his magazine pouch. A single catridge slided into the firing chamber as he moved into firing position. The soldiers appeared to have lost the scent, and were now spreading out like bloodhounds on the hunt. The crosshairs centred on the concealed face of a soldier. Time seemed to slow down. As Alex adjusted the gun to compensate for gravity, a single, split-second flash of light glinted off the rifle's scope. The soldier's blue eyeballs slowly turned, his mouth contorting into a smiling grimace, his hands reaching for his own weapon...

The sound of a gunshot resonated amongst the chaos, quickly lost in the shouting and cannonfire around the scene.

He knew the soldier was dead the second he saw the flash of the barrel, the "mmph" of the bullet piercing the air. The man jerked backwards, sliding on the cracked pavement, his gun flying sideways. What appeared to be liquified brain and fine bone powder oozed out of the seams of his helmet. His remaining comrades turned towards the culprit, their guns raising to avenge the death of the now headless man. Alex pulled the bolt back, firing a shot off at another soldier's gloved hand. The soldier jerked and twirled like a top, his severed artery spurting viscous red blood. His screams were just one of the tens of thousands more heard that day.

Alexander retreated into the belltower as the first of the retaliating shots hit the rock. One. Two. Four. Ten shots chipped into the stone. The soldiers, in their blinded rage, had fired all of their guns in rapid succession, leaving a nice little opening as they reloaded. Alexander plopped a shot in a soldier's general direction before hiding back into his "fortress". He couldn't help but snicker childishly at the cry of "My balls!" as he slammed another clip into his rifle. "No more Father's day."

He picked up a piece of broken glass, observing the formation from safety. With two men killed and another forever dishonoured, the remaining nine had chosen to play safe, raising their shields into a wall of armor. They advanced slowly, intending to clear out the tower up close and personal. Alexander smiled. They probably hadn't confronted anything like a magnum caliber rifle before, with actually purpose made catridges. An armour penetrating round cracked a dent through the metal plate; the follow up shot broke through the shell and thudded into soft flesh behind. Eight to go. The formation scattered, each man taking up position behind a chunk of debris for cover.