Sun Jul 26, 2015 8:26 am
So, first proper battle of DzC today. Had a lot of fun, and some interesting discussion with my regular opponent who normally plays other games.
BatRep here.
And excerpt from the battle, because I like writing:
Corporal Bradley stumbled from the wreckage of the Bear, limping heavily. He barely registered what was happening as explosions and the boom-crack of railguns assaulted his senses. The tang of ozone was heavy in the smoke-filled air, but over the crackling of the flames he could hear the distinctive whine of dropship engines. As soon as their Bear was destroyed they'd called for emergency evac—but what he saw was not the comforting silhouette of a Raven A.
Smoke twisting into faint vortices and plumes of jet exhaust erupting beneath its wingtips hovered a PHR Triton, half spent missile rack atop the wings. Bradley turned to run, already knowing it was too late as he heard the whoosh of rockets igniting. A voice boomed out and his training took over.
"Engage Air!"
His thumb swapped the fire selector to the integrated grenade launcher on his rifle, and his right hand flicked the munitions fusing to airburst. Two streams of lead from the Sergeant and another trooper chipped at the leading edges of the Triton, something severing a hydraulic line, red-brown fluid spraying from under the dropship's port wing. Bradley squeezed the trigger for his launcher.
The grenade sailed high, and then arced down towards the dropship's upper fuselage. The grenade detonated inches short of the portside turbine, a massive explosion erupting from both ends of the engine. With a terrific whine the Triton spiralled down, out of control, plowing a deep furrow into the asphalt behind the office block.
BatRep here.
And excerpt from the battle, because I like writing:
Corporal Bradley stumbled from the wreckage of the Bear, limping heavily. He barely registered what was happening as explosions and the boom-crack of railguns assaulted his senses. The tang of ozone was heavy in the smoke-filled air, but over the crackling of the flames he could hear the distinctive whine of dropship engines. As soon as their Bear was destroyed they'd called for emergency evac—but what he saw was not the comforting silhouette of a Raven A.
Smoke twisting into faint vortices and plumes of jet exhaust erupting beneath its wingtips hovered a PHR Triton, half spent missile rack atop the wings. Bradley turned to run, already knowing it was too late as he heard the whoosh of rockets igniting. A voice boomed out and his training took over.
"Engage Air!"
His thumb swapped the fire selector to the integrated grenade launcher on his rifle, and his right hand flicked the munitions fusing to airburst. Two streams of lead from the Sergeant and another trooper chipped at the leading edges of the Triton, something severing a hydraulic line, red-brown fluid spraying from under the dropship's port wing. Bradley squeezed the trigger for his launcher.
The grenade sailed high, and then arced down towards the dropship's upper fuselage. The grenade detonated inches short of the portside turbine, a massive explosion erupting from both ends of the engine. With a terrific whine the Triton spiralled down, out of control, plowing a deep furrow into the asphalt behind the office block.
