Seven soldiers laid dead in front of the figure that emerged from the fire. He picked an alien weapon that fit and built itself like a tridimensional puzzle to fit his frame, beeping in approval once it took a shape. He blurred through the halls as he analyzed the situation.
A ship filled to the brim with men that would fight to the end, loyal to either Hargrove's person or pockets, all equipped with both human and alien weaponry now that the gloves were off. Now that his freedom depended on the death of every enemy on the ship and the planet, he would hold nothing back so he could escape back to factions benefited by his trade.
To their benefit, the squadrons that had been preparing to breach the door now hesitated. And judging by the furious voices coming from the speakers, they ordered all units to continue their actions no matter what, and send all assault teams to kill the Freelancers, 'their Insurrectionist companions that they had sworn loyalty to in treason against the UNSC', and 'that rampant Spartan' at all costs.
Hargrove had just sent all of his men to their deaths. The raw fury in his voice was only there to hide his terror.
Over there!
Contact! All units fire--
A grenade snapped the sergeant's skull from its spine. The explosion that followed drove the squadrons that had just attempted to flank the Freelancer pair into a panic as they believed there was another group -- just as the seven-feet tall giant in MJOLNIR armor emerged from the smoke, tearing a soldier turning too late to spot him with a kick that tore its ribs into much, and hurled both a Scattershot and a Lightrifle towards the friendly FOF tags.
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"Affirmative. One-one-seven, out."
Seven soldiers laid dead in front of the figure that emerged from the fire. He picked an alien weapon that fit and built itself like a tridimensional puzzle to fit his frame, beeping in approval once it took a shape. He blurred through the halls as he analyzed the situation.
A ship filled to the brim with men that would fight to the end, loyal to either Hargrove's person or pockets, all equipped with both human and alien weaponry now that the gloves were off. Now that his freedom depended on the death of every enemy on the ship and the planet, he would hold nothing back so he could escape back to factions benefited by his trade.
To their benefit, the squadrons that had been preparing to breach the door now hesitated. And judging by the furious voices coming from the speakers, they ordered all units to continue their actions no matter what, and send all assault teams to kill the Freelancers, 'their Insurrectionist companions that they had sworn loyalty to in treason against the UNSC', and 'that rampant Spartan' at all costs.
Hargrove had just sent all of his men to their deaths. The raw fury in his voice was only there to hide his terror.
Over there!
Contact! All units fire--
A grenade snapped the sergeant's skull from its spine. The explosion that followed drove the squadrons that had just attempted to flank the Freelancer pair into a panic as they believed there was another group -- just as the seven-feet tall giant in MJOLNIR armor emerged from the smoke, tearing a soldier turning too late to spot him with a kick that tore its ribs into much, and hurled both a Scattershot and a Lightrifle towards the friendly FOF tags.
"Agents!"