joshuadim
the writer
These fuckers are insane. was the thought that ran through Mazurek's mind as he heard the voice over the PA speak ill of his dead. Life was of little value in the Upyri war machine, given what the commander of the Honor Guard voiced, and it made the Corporal all the more disgusted towards them in his first on-the-ground encounter with one of them. He remained in cover, pushing another button on his plasma gun that in turn opened vents to allow for rapid cooling. Mazurek didn't know what the operational limit of such a weapon was in the first place, let alone its capacity, but he wasn't taking any chances if there was a possibility of him losing a hand from overheating. And neither was he willing to be the test dummy in a live combat zone.
Once Darwin finished his taunting, the fighting renewed again and Mazurek poked his head out briefly to get a quickly glance at the layout of the second floor. There were still workers in Upyri hands, which made him grit his teeth. The mission hadn't changed, even with some big-shot asshole calling the shots and throwing fighting words around; the Corporal dashed out of cover, inviting a burst of gunfire that peppered the area near him as he slid towards another pillar. Unfortunately for the soldier that tried to kill Mazurek, he had given away his position and thus left him open to a counterattack.
The corporal leaned out of cover for a moment and fired three plasma bolts in rapid successions, the first two tearing through the Upyri's cover before the third collided with his head. Flesh melted almost instantly from the blast, leaving the soldier gurgling on his own liquifying face as he collapsed onto the ground before dying just as quickly. However, Mazurek's new position left him dangerously extended as gunfire riddled the area around him in an attempt to flush him out of his narrow safety. "Fuck! Krawczyk, give me some help here!" Mazurek shouted loudly as he shifted in place to avoid the edges of the pillar that crumbled from the continuous barrage of enemy fire.
Once Darwin finished his taunting, the fighting renewed again and Mazurek poked his head out briefly to get a quickly glance at the layout of the second floor. There were still workers in Upyri hands, which made him grit his teeth. The mission hadn't changed, even with some big-shot asshole calling the shots and throwing fighting words around; the Corporal dashed out of cover, inviting a burst of gunfire that peppered the area near him as he slid towards another pillar. Unfortunately for the soldier that tried to kill Mazurek, he had given away his position and thus left him open to a counterattack.
The corporal leaned out of cover for a moment and fired three plasma bolts in rapid successions, the first two tearing through the Upyri's cover before the third collided with his head. Flesh melted almost instantly from the blast, leaving the soldier gurgling on his own liquifying face as he collapsed onto the ground before dying just as quickly. However, Mazurek's new position left him dangerously extended as gunfire riddled the area around him in an attempt to flush him out of his narrow safety. "Fuck! Krawczyk, give me some help here!" Mazurek shouted loudly as he shifted in place to avoid the edges of the pillar that crumbled from the continuous barrage of enemy fire.
