- Major Winters, OIC
- Staff Sergeant Allyn, NCOIC
- 1 – KIA
- 2 – Resigned
- 3 – Assault Specialist
- 4 – Assault Specialist
- 5 – KIA
- 6 – Demolition Specialist
- 7 – KIA
- 8 – Chemical/Biological Specialist
- 9 – Medical Specialist
- 10 – Reconnaissance Specialist
- 11 – Designated Marksman
- 12 – Communications Specialist
- B-443 – Battle Robot
They landed on the jungles surface – the sun was beginning to settle for the day.
As the aircraft lifted off immediately, the Greywolves spread out through the jungle. They were half a mile away from the supply depot.
B-443 and 10 stuck close together, walking next to each other. 10 was putting out sensor beacons onto the trees to track enemy movement should they be flanked while attacking the supply depot.
Staff Sergeant lagged behind a little, popping a couple of painkillers prior to the drop. 9 stuck to him like glue to keep him under constant watch.
“B, can you see anything on your scanners?” Major Winters was not too far behind the battle armored robot.
“No Major. We are approaching at a good angle. They don’t seem to notice through all the vegetation of the area.” B replied with its battle rifle out in front.
“11, I need you posted somewhere to do your job. What can you use here?” Winters asked into her microphone.
“The trees aren’t a bad idea, I’m sure I can post up, it’ll just be hell getting down if hell breaks loose.” 11 replied.
“It’s safer if he stays with us, Major.” Allyn grunted.
“Allyn you okay back there?” Winters asked and then got a visual of him as she looked behind her.
“I’ll stay with him Major.” 9 the medic replied.
“Okay 11, just keep up with us. The moment you find a good spot, get there.” Winters stated.
“Aye ma’am.”
They got closer to the supply depot. A few Commando sentries walked around, chatting and sipping drinks through tin cups.
“May I suggest an option, Major?” B-443 asked.
“Go ahead B.”
“I will act as a decoy, to divert their attention while the Greywolves enter unnoticed.”
“B, that’s a horrible idea. I can’t bring you back in pieces.” Major replied with concern.
“I detect and detailed their weapon systems, they will not harm my armor, or my internal components.” B-443 stated.
“I say let our murder bot loose, Major.” Allyn replied.
“B, if you think you’ll be fine, go ahead. We’ll shift our direction of travel.” Major hand signaled the Greywolves to move to their left as B-443 pushed forward.
B-443 activated it sprint salvo gears with propulsive speed, it’s hands empty as the rifle was attached to its chest plate. Ripping open the temporary gates, it’s metal feet tapped the surface of the supply depot in front of a few sentries.
“Hello! How are you?” B-443 waves with its right hand and arm. “I appear to be lost in the jungle. You boys sure made a mess of things.” It’s hands went to its hips, looking around.
The sentries aimed their rifles at him. “Drop your rifle and get down on the ground!” They yelled at B-443.
“Now wait!” He held up his hands to the sky. “Is this how you treat people who are lost? Or is it because I’m a robot? You hate robots? That’s mean!” The sentries started gaining in numbers.
“Not gonna ask again, Tin Can! Drop your rifle, and get down.”
The Greywolves made their way around while they heard the commotion being started by B-443. They shot the two sentries on patrol with suppressed rifles and moved past them. Staff Sergeant Allyn felt the pain rise and it disabled him as they gained entry.
“Staff Sergeant is down.” 9 grabbed him and helped him to his two feet. He held his rifle up as the door opened up, surprising a sentry.
Staff Sergeant rapidly engaged, dropping the sentry after several rounds passed through his Chest. “I can’t walk but I can still shoot, Doc”
The Legion sentries heard the gunfire behind them as they briefly looked away from B-443.
“I could help you move these boxes, they look quite hefty for your small frame.” B-443 grabbed the sentry at the blink of an eye and used him as a body shield as the sentries took aim.
“Fucking shoot him in the face!” One of them yelled as they started firing, unfortunately killing their own comrade.
“Shazbot!” B-443 exclaimed as it walked forward to hurl the carcass into the shooters. Deflecting their rounds with the battle armor, it was grabbing their arms and breaking them with a simple flick of its wrists. One of them got backhanded and was tossed off to the side, as blood filled his mouth and a broken jaw to contend with. A sentry dropped an EMP grenade and took cover as it exploded.
“B! B are you alright?” 11 yelled into the microphone. He aimed down the sights and started dropping some of the sentries coming out to secure B-443.
B-443 emerged from the smoke from the EMP grenade unharmed.
“My systems are fully operational. My internals are protected by an EMP shield. Thank you for asking.” B-443 grabbed the sentry up by the neck and squeezed it while lifting him up off the ground. Bullets kept flying at B-443 while 11 was using his sniper rifle to pick them off as they were distracted.
B-443 committed to the squeeze and crushed the sentries windpipe and cervical spine with an audible crunch. Releasing him from its grasp, the dead sentry lays lifeless on the ground.
After dropping the dead sentry, B-443 made sure the remaining sentries that attacked were no longer breathing. It punched and kicked its way through without stopping, ensuring no one survived.
It gave the Greywolves enough time to wipe out anyone else inside the small infrastructure, except the top floor. They broke through the doors and opened fire with heavy machine guns, solely targeting B-443.
“Shazbot!” B-443 scrambled to find significant cover behind metal tins from secured supplies and near a vehicle. “I detect a squad sized element on the top level.” B-443 spoke.
8, the Chem/Bio trooper stepped out and aimed his grenade launcher up.
“Not anymore.” He let his grenade launcher fly with explosive rounds, sending shrapnel and concussive blasts that rocked the bottom floor of the building. The sentries took cover back in the building as quickly as they could to stay in the fight.
“They are back in the building, upper level. Only one casualty.” B-443 scanned as he started up towards the building to climb up the wall.
“I am going vertical. Do not fire.” B-443 said.
“Going vertical!?” Winters asked.
“Yes Major. I can climb walls, to a certain extent.” B-443 said as it punched a hole through the wall, knocking it down. Machine gun fire erupted in its direction, with B-443 barely hanging on the edge.
“I appear to be in a pickle, Major.” B-443 said as they laid heavy fire on it.
6 the demolitions trooper planted as many explosive charges as he could over the fuel, food, and ammo containers as possible. Also planted charges where vehicles come through to drop off by the truck load to prevent access to what will be left of a non functional supply area.
8 made his way up the stairs, behind the machine gun element pinning down B-443.
He kicked in the door.
“Knock knock.” As he let his back up automatic rifle shred the sentries to bits, flesh and blood splatter went everywhere as their bodies fell to the ground.
“B, are you alright over there?” 8 yelled over to B-443
B-443 raised a metal thumbs up over the giant hole it made to gain entry. “I am nominal.” It replied.
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After the aircraft picked up the Greywolves, they watched it explode from the windows of the fuselage. Not only were the supplies destroyed, they also disrupted electrical power to anything tethered to that location without their knowledge.
“He’s in a lot of pain, Major.” 9 leaned in to tell Major Winters.
Staff Sergeant Allyn held his leg and hip.
“Make him comfortable. The Doc is gonna kill me if she sees him like that.” 9 nodded and walked back over to Allyn.
“Put me the fuck out Doc. I’m in quite a bit of pain.” Allyn requested.
“It’s gonna make you feel weird, I got you Staff.” 9 hit him with a large auto injector dose of Ketamine, dose large enough to put him on another planet.
Staff Sergeant Allyn’s vision went off to a distant imagination, and had no clue where he was for the entire aircraft ride back to base.
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