| From: | What ? <MCM@***.BRIGHTON.AC.UK> |
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| Subject: | Lager Louts D team Log |
| Date: | Mon, 16 May 1994 19:33:00 BST |
up unit place on WHAT.
D Team members : Leader Powerhouse (PH), English
Physical adept with a bloody great sword, who is after
Ganz for killing his parents. Circuit Breaker (CB) a lady
from the South whoUs a wiz C2 decker and WHAT (W) an
English elf, who really is not very good at all this killing
stuff.
+++++Begin Video/Sound feed
Opening visual is one of a mediaeval courtyard,
surrounded by a high wall and imposing towers. A number
of modern security measures have been made. Four man
units in Aztec uniforms complete random pattern sweeps
of the grounds.
To the South: A grim, solid looking gatehouse, bristling
with armaments, Aztec pinions fluttering in the
Northerly breeze.
The the South-East : A small garrison building, three
stories high with two APCUs parked outside.
To The East: A four story wooden administration building.
The the West : An old fashioned church with twin bell
towers at the south end. This is the Azzies HQ. Aztec
colours which are drapped all over the church give it a
cheerful, festive look. however the Attack helicopter at
the back somehow shatters that illusion.
To the North-West : The Command station. A squat,
unpleasant looking block of plastic-concreate, which an
A-bomb probably wouldnUt damaged
To the North: Two, second world war type, bunkers dying
entrance to the keep behind. The Keep, Team DUs objective.
Five stories crowned with thrusting battlements and
viciously grinning gargoyles. Behind the the keep near
priceless motor pool motor pool and another helicopter.
D TeamUs objectives : Destroy first bunker, take second
bunker, cause diversions while teams A & C gain
objectives. Destroy bunker, enter keep, find Gallean and
Ganz and Terminate.
(WHATUs Notes : Not get shot up, not get blown to pieces
and not get killed. definitely not get killed.)
The courtyardUs bright security lighting neutralises most
of the natural shadows. The stealth suits of D team are
working over time as they slowly move towards the first
bunker. Troops are madly rushing everywhere, the sound
of alarm klaxions blaring, explosions, gunfire the whole
ball game. CB defeats the maglock. PH slips in. Long
seconds pass. PH reappears and beckons. Inside, five
Aztec bodies and PH half dressed in a Aztec uniform. CB
places a number of explosives charges. The Pale-faced
WHAT pulls on a dead Azzies uniform. The second bunker.
again CB bypasses the lock, PH slips in, the Spectre of
Death. Time Crawls. PH reappears . Inside CB set up
SpeedUs control unit on the auto guns. WHAT stares at the
bodies of the dead Aztec soldiers, killed because they
where in the wrong place at the wrong time. He then
drags them in to a corner covering them with a bright,
Aztec wall hanging. They take there places and PH keys
in the signal that Team D is ready.
W:I still donUt see why we canUt just sneak in, duff up a
few guards and grab the two GUs ?
CB: (with a big grin) Ya English just donUt know how to
have real fun.
W: I can see why I.B.A. fancies you ( he ducks a swipe for
CB)
PH: Shut up you two and ..
A loud knocking at the door kills the chatter, PH motions
WHAT to the door speaker.
W: Hello, whose there ?
Voice 1: Unit 3 check in, identity code ?
W: (takes hand of the button) Oh frag, Any ideas terms ?
PH: make something up quick.
W:(pressing Button) Erm, I canUt do that, unless you
identify yourselves first !
Voice 1: Are trying to be fun ? Identify code now !
W:IUm sorry, but unless you identify YOURSELF, IUm raising
the alarm and turning on the security system.
Voice 1:You canUt do that !
W: want to bet ? 5-4-3-2-
Voice 1: Stop ! Corporal Hass, 1122-D33-234, unit 3.
W: ThatUs better, however report to Captain Mango for
failure to adhere to procedure 456. Out.
PH: What the hell was all that ?
W: (grinning)worked last time I tried it, no brains these
army boys just like she... BOOM ! ( the door shudders but
holds in place)
PH: (In a wry voice) It appears they didnUt believe you.
W: Well, win some, lose some, get shot at as they say ..
CB: Ah hate ta brake up ya English humour session, but we
got company, two platoons worth.
Any reply to CB is drown out as the bunkers auto guns
open up.
CB dashes to the operations control panel, PH methodical
goes through checking out his equipment, WHAT hurriedly
lights up a fag.
CB: There trying to shut off the guns ah, gonna have
somethang ta say about that (and jacks in)
Heavy shells smash ragged holes in the bunker
W: (Lighting another fag) Uh, PH
PH : Hmmm ?
W: IsnUt that a city master thatUs shooting at us ?
CB:( through the console speakers) Guns are almost out
boys, ah think we got reallly big problems, they're bring
up heavy weapons ....scrub that, ah think SpotOn just blew
em to hell !
PH : Most likely, Tcourse it could be any one of the auto
cannons on the wall, that reminds me IUll check on
Highlander and his team (the bunker actual starts to
shake as PH calmly chats to Team C. Auto Gun one runs
out of ammo, followed by two and three. WHAT is
frantically dragging the heavy ammo bins across the
floor, then stop short at the shimmering forms
materizing.)
PH: Cerise are you sure ...oh Drek?
W: Oh splitter... Incoming Magical thingys ! (and continues
moving the bins)
PH in measured, praticed moves unsheves the heavy sword
off his back, moving a chair out of the way, with a
worried look on his face and muttering about why certain
female elves donUt do as they're told. Three burning
elementals launch themselves at the team. PH puts
himself in between CB and the elemental. WHAT hurls
himself across the room and punches out the fire alarm,
setting off the sprinklers.
Distracted by the lethal water, PH skilfully dispatches
all three in seconds. Then it all goes dark.
CB: Ah think that was Highlander helpinU out, heUs cut the
auto cannons, time ta move out. Oh did Ah mention that
thereUs about 70 troops waiting for us outside ?
W: I hope this work, respirators on terms *click*
The CB and PH are now in their stealth suits, CB with a
assault shotgun and PH with a Ak 98, WHAT is still in the
Aztec uniform and is pulling on a strangle looking
backpack. They wrench open the battered remains of the
door and cautiously peer out.
A blue haze has enveloped the area around the bunker and
the unconscious forms of Aztec guards are sprawled
everywhere.
WHAT grins and lights another fag and janders over to
the Keeps door, slaps a number of thermite charges on it
and runs.
The thermite turns the locks to slag and a single grenade
from PH blasts them open. The squad of 15 men inside
the entry hall, empty hundreds of round in to the open
doorway.
Mean while ....
CB: Get ya scrawny hand of ma butt
W: Sorry, but I thought ..
CB: Ah can get throU this window by maself ( at which
point PH yanks her through the third storey window)
W: (gives the disabled sentry gun, covering the window,
one last hard stare and jumps in the the room) I hope that
Jock knows what heUs doing.
PH: Oh drek, they're jamming channels at random. LetUs
find the security room. Take point WHAT.
WHAT steps out in to the corridor. A ten man patrol is
coming up the south stairwell. He waves the two back in
to the room in to the room, then pulls out a capsule,
breaks it on his forehead. Bright red synth-blood gushes
down his face and staggers toward
the patrol.
Patrol Leader: What happen ?
W: Intruders, took the north stairwell, just now. They
went up ...(and pulls a faint)
Patrol Leader: Right, you two take him down to the
infirmary, Call in contact on floors four, possibly five.
Move out.
The second the patrol is out of sight, PH steps out of the
room, snap kicks the first guard and roundhouse kicks the
second.
CB shoves the shotgun in the face of guard one and grins.
PH,
grabs the second one and snarls in a low donUt-frag-with-
me-voice :WhereUs Ganz ?
Something in PH attitude scares the frag out of normally
tough soldier. He weakly points downstairs.
Soldier: HeUs in the garage, loading up his stuff
PH head butts him.
W: ThatUs a martial arts move ? * grin* oh IUm impressed
PH:*growls* Frag off
CB: Now , boys. (she smile sweetly at the guard and then
thumps him with the shotgunUs butt) Night, night.
The pile the unconscious guards into the room and move
down the stairs. They reach first floor, two cybered
Doberman, foaming at the mouth, hurtle towards them.
CBUs Assault shot gun leave two quivering piles of
smoking dog meat. The sound of gunfire and explosions
echoes around the building, bodies littered everywhere.
As the trio enter a stately dinning room, four of GalleanUs
personal security leap out from their hiding places. PH
immediately in engages two of them in melee, CB tuck
and rolls under the main dinning table leaving WHAT with
two superior opponents. His chipped reflexes are the only
thing keeping him alive. PH in a series of remarkable
manoeuvres, decapitates one and back spinning kicks the
other through an armoured window. CB pops up behind one
of WHATUs opponents and cubs him down. WHAT is
desperately defending himself, but is being backing into a
corner. PH snatches an priceless spear from the wall and
hurls it with all his strength. The spear take the man high
in the back, the force of the throw lifts the now life-less
corpse in to WHAT, knocking him down.
CB:(Screaming) Down PowerHouse !
Two more of GalleanUs men enter the room in full Milspec
combat armour with gyro-mounted LmgUs blazing. Bullets
shred the near priceless items which cover the dinning
room. PH diving rolls under the table as CB over-turns it.
The two blindly return fire and toss grenades.
CB: ThereUs something behind us.
PH: Unknown approaching from our 6. WHAT, check it out.
W: groaning* What ? oh why me and crawls out from
under the body, dragging himself down the hallway.
CB: Ah think I heard an engine from over there !
PH: Speed, check it out ( the small drone flits to the
window)
Speed: Affirmative, Nightsky, with mods below.
PH : (shouting down the comm) WeUre pinned first floor.
WHAT slowly moves down the hallway, taser in one hand
narcojet machine pistol on other. Suddenly, a woman in
combat gear steps into view, her hands glowing with
magical fire.
W: Hey, arenUt you ..
She obviously sees the Aztec uniform and lets lose. A
fiery stream of magical energy rips towards WHAT. He
squorks and goes flat, the beautiful 18th century painting
blazes merrily above him. Cerise raise her weapon at
WHAT
Cerise: Freeze frag-face, or IUll blow your dreky face off
W:Charming, donUt shoot your on my side.
Cerise: (menacing WHAT with the gun) What do you mean
by that, sleeze-oid
W: (very quickly)Your Powerhouse bit on the side, donUt
shoot me, weUre pinned down in the dinning room and
could do with the help. IUm WHAT, please stop pointing the
gun at me I really donUt like it. *deep breath*
Cerise:IUm PowerHouse WHATJ? Get up, I what a word
with him.
Back in the dinning room PH and CB are still pinned down
the two men are advancing slowly on the rapidly
disintegrating table. Their armour seems to be absorbing
everything the two runners can throw at them.
PH: Frag it. CB, IUm going to jump them as soon as they get
close enough. When I do run and find WHAT. Then get the
hell out of here !
CB: DonUt be stupid, I ainUt let ya died here *grin* not now
any how !
Cerise steps in to the doorway and lets off a devastating
spell.
When the smoke and furniture has finish landing.
Cerise: I thought you could use the help.
PH just starts stammering and looks terribly confused.
W: (to CB) *grinning* ThatUs what love does to you.
CB swiftly elbows him in the ribs.
Cerise spell not only total the room but reveal a conceal
stairway leading down to the garage.
Cerise: Lets toast that fragger Ganz, eh Powerhouse ?
PH is about to reply when CB shoulders him out of the
way as bullets spray into the room.
CB: Ah, ma fragging arm !
PH returns fire. A grenade rolls into the room Cerise
grabs PH and bundles him into the stairwell in a
uncontrolled dive. WHAT picks up CB and sprints into the
hallway. *BOOM* That grenade is follow by three more,
make the dinning room a place of fragmenting death.
Several minutes pass. Several mercs cautiously enter the
room. Slowly, they make there way over the annihilated
dinning room in to the hallway and down it. WHAT and CB
drop down from the ceiling.
W: I do like that quick-tac(tm) stuff.
CB: Hush yer mouth and lets get after PH and Cerise.
The two make their way to the garage. Bodies, like
discarded toys are strewn everywhere. Behind a wreaked
BMW, Cerise lies dazed. CB, ignoring her own wound,
rushes over to her.
CB:(gently) WhereUs PH honey ?
Cerise: Gone, after Ganz, I think his leg broken (she
passes out)
CB: WHAT, lets get the frag outa here, now.
W: HowUs this ? (he pulls up in a hover Roll-Royce Silver
Lady XII)
*Video Input disrupted*
+++++End Video feed
The RR got hit by a missile, WHAT fractured a couple of
ribs, but got them all out ok. Cerise was Ok folks, too
much spell chucking and being to close to a concussion
grenade.
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