| From: | Brian Angliss <ANGLISS@****.PSU.EDU> |
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| Subject: | Sensory Feed, retrieved, from Grunt |
| Date: | Mon, 4 Oct 1993 15:07:42 -0400 |
*****Retrieve Sensory Feed, Grunt*****
You connect to your armed Military variant Ocean Commander, affectionately
nicknamed Grunt after you mom, and you are instantly totally aware of your
surroundings. You know the XLV has just taken off and, although your sensors
are telling you it isn't there, that it is right now heading up and over the
city. You feel your engine running, longing to run hard and fast and long, and
its longing is yours as well. But you must wait, impatiently, for the lines to
be cast off and the rest of your passengers to get aboard, even as you sense
that distant thrumming in your hull to be the engines of impellers, heading in
your direction.
The last one gets aboard, a one DJ Scott, and a veteran seaman by the way he avoids
falling overboard as you gun the engine and take off from the pier. The
look he gives your meat body as you continue gaining distance from the docks
andmaneuvering room could maim if only you wern't a troll. The feelings of the
water coursing by your hull tells you that you are reaching maximum speed, and
your sensors tell you that you are being followed. Over the thrumming of
your own large engines can be felt as much as heard the engines of at least 2
other vessels giving chase, but gaining on you far too quickly. Added to that
is the fact that you noticed a couple of hovercraft, Plexers in GMC-Beechcraft
Patrollers, dropping low over the water and rapidly overtaking the chase boats.
You feel a slight shift that comes from nowhere and then is gone. You don't
know what it is until a giant wave reaches out from the water and catches one
of the hovers unprepared and downs it. And yet, even with the floating hull
and sealed cabin, you know that the spirit that just ate the Patroller will
make sure that the vessel never rises, although you notice the crew rising
to the surface, condition unknown. Somehow, Slash had positioned himself in
the rear turret compartment and began firing the LMG at the last hover, gaining
quickly. Enough rounds and it goes down softly into the water as it's air
cushion had sprung dozens of holes. Satisfied, you return your attention to
escaping from the boats.
Your experience identifies them as Chrysler Nissan Harbor patrol boats and GMC
Riverines, two of each coming in a pincer movement to catch you between them.
Before you realize what has just happened, Fast Track has launched your only
rotodrone remotely and sent it after the closest Riverine. He/it launches its
only ripple of missiles and shoots repeatedly at the Riverine and only finally
damages it when, taking too much damage, Fast Track crash lands it into the
Riverine, caving in the hull and blowing both up.
Cursing at the loss of your only Rotodrone, you realize that you are registeringonly two
boats still in pursuit, and the closest Harbor patrol vessel almost
melting into the sea. You realize that Mirage chose that time to Acid Bomb it,
and after recovering from the drain, is now attending to the dumped Fast Track.
Now DJ and Sabre have taken up positions in the right and left microturrets
with Slash in the rear and you driving and using the bow small turret. While
you are doing this, you notice a helicopter and another Riverine have joined in
the pursuit, a fact you are NOT thrilled to realize, but not overly worried
either.
This time, having learned from their previous mistake, the Riverines have taken
up positions on each side and the last Harbor patrol vessel begind. You take
control of the missile launcher in the stern with Slash on the LMG and send not
only a long autofire train but also an AVM at the patrol boat. You smile and
grumble joyfully as the patrol boat suddenly decides to become a rocket and
arc skyward from the blast of the missile. But gravity decided that it wasn't
meant to go into orbit, and it returns to the bright water and becomes splinters of steel
and wreckage.
The Riverines, seeing the sinking hulk of what was a boat, and obviously
knowing the limitation of the turrets on an Ocean Commander, pulled further
forward into the arc of fire of the port and starboard miniguns. And DJ and
Sabre abliged them with a raking of lead up and down the Riverines. They were
doing so well that I was able to put a couple of rounds into the chopper and
force it to veer off and back toward land. But it was not to be, as Sabre,
not used to high speed and rough maneuvers on the sea turned green and fouled
my lovely turret.
But as we gradually forced the Riverines to fall off, so to did one of them
get through the extra armor around the engine compartment and damage the engine,forcing a
loss of speed and some worry on your part.
You safely get out of NY harbor and are almost to international waters when
you get spotted and attacked again. Amazingly, DJ spotted them visually just
slightly before even your sensors did. They were a rotodrone, a Riverine, a
Spotter Recon drone, and 2 Wasps, naturally all armed. As soon as the drones
are in range, you fire the only two SAMs you have and splash both drones. Poorplanning,
as the wasps, knowing the limitation of your weaponry, sit off out of
range and begin to pepper you with gunfire. However, at the range they are
firing from, they cannot hit you anybetter than you could hit them.
Then they decide to try a formation, to catch us in a wild triangle where you
will be forced to fire at multiple targets at multiple elevations too. You
feel the synthetic pain as bullets penetrate your armor, but the combined
firepower of the turrets and missiles bring down both Wasps and severly damage
the riverine. You have escaped, not unscathed, but safe nonetheless.
*****End Sensory Retrieval*****
Not as refined as FM's, but still better than explainin it all, maties. And
First Mate Fast Track and I are repairin Grunt even as we speak, so we should
be underway shortly{a weak "yay!" sounds out from the
background}]<<<<<
-- Silver(15:06:11/10-04-54)
