posted on Sep, 25 2012 @ 11:21 PM
On the opposite side of the shield dome Pr. Sanchez made her final approach. She was moving hesitantly; upon insertion she had made contact with a
cloaked clanker still in sleep mode. She was already carrying her boom stick when she literally bumped in to it and downed the clanker before it had a
chance to fully activate. She now approached the shield edge, with a look back and a brief moment of hesitation she stepped through; and right off the
edge of the crater.
As Sanchez was coming down the concave slope of the crater Swann was closing on the shield with speed. More so than any of the other members of
Two-Four Swann became one with his environ suit. It truly was an extension of himself, allowing him to move without fear. His cloak was disabled and
the cleared path of clankers was shrinking in front of him, but he had no doubt now that he would make it. At fifteen paces from the shield his path
became blocked once again, three clankers merged to form a wall of death with more closing in. Swann smiled to himself and took a small hop, landing
with both feet together. Bending his knees he leaped into the air and twisted, the suit adjusting his personal gravity perfectly. He spun on a
horizontal axis through the errant blows of the clankers blocking his path. In their attempt to strike him one clanker took off the head of another,
the headless one falling to the lunar soil. The third unit that served as the road block turned as Swann flew above it and tripped failing to see the
downed clanker behind it. Swann brought his knees into his chest, gravity changed and Swann slid backwards to a stop just a step before the shimmering
shield. He extended a specific finger in the direction of the growing clanker mob, turned and jumped through the shield.
As Swann was enjoying his brief flight down the slope of the crater, Bleeding Gums was sauntering up to the shield wall, carrying the torso of a
dismembered clanker. The unfortunate clanker was de-cloaking right in front of the big Cajun as he was making his approach. Murphey, ever the
confident and even cocky one, disengaged his own cloak and stopped behind the clanker, awaiting it to notice him. His father always said you couldn't
get lower than striking an unaware man in the back. While this was no man Murphey figured the same rules applied. As the clanker turned Murphey
noticed the weapon in its hands. It appeared to be a gun of some sort, but had'nt the Commander said that guns wouldn't work up here? Murphey took a
step towards his enemy, and the clanker raised the weapon in his direction then fired.
A small barb launched by a burst of highly compressed Co2 came flying out of the barrel. Murpheys' reaction was to close his eyes and raise his arms,
a lucky move on his part. The electric barb seeded itself in to the non-conductive plastic on the underside of his right arm. The clanker began to
approach as Murphey opened his eyes, indifferent to the failure of its ballistic attack. Surprised he was still alive Murphey reached out with his
right arm and grabbed the still extended weapon that was attached to the clanker, pulled with all his strength and brought the off balance clanker in
closer. With his left hand he formed a fist and unleashed a vicious blow to the on coming clankers head. The head flew a full hundred paces in the low
gravity of the moon, its body falling in a heap at the big mans feet. He bent down and amazingly the clanker attempted to kick at its killer, but
Murphey saw the blow coming and caught its leg in his gigantic hand. He ripped the leg from the unit and threw it to the dirt. Then did the same to
the other leg and weaponless arm, just to be safe. Murphey tossed the now one armed no legged clanker torso on to his shoulder, using the remaining
weaponised arm as his own he calmly walked towards the shield, dropping clankers along the way with his newly acquired stun gun.
As the last member of Two-Four entered the shield Commander Black looked on. He walked slowly across the lunar surface, knowing that a steady approach
would keep him invisible. Before his drop he deployed a small spherical UAV through the drop portal, now as he walked he watched the Unit from the
digital feed on his HUD. Everyone was in position, time to place the bombs and end this nightmare. With a thought he keyed in the comms of the entire
unit. "OK soldiers, everyone is in place. Move in..plant the bombs and get your asses back to the EP safely." Said the Commander. One by one the
responses came in.
"Roger;...Copy;....Moving in;...." The mission continued.
[END PART 7]