as written by Azrican
Staff Sergeant Jackson swung side to side, locked into the MAW-83 with breakaway straps as he sighted in on the creature. The barrels of the rotary cannon began to whir, spooling up to a rather blistering RPM as the Private behind him slid a tracer round into the breech of the grenade launcher. “We gonna’ open up on this thing or what, Staff Sergeant?!” Rock inquired, screaming over both the howl of the engine and mechanical buzz of the cannon.
“Fire a tracer at it when I give the word, we need to lead this thing out of the way towards the city.” Jackson replied, pumping one foot at a handle in the rig of the cannon and angling the barrel upwards.
Private Rock replied with a nod, crawling out of the cupola slightly more so he could lean one elbow onto the hood of the armored car. A digital crosshair flittered across his vision, and he steadied himself on the roof of the car as it bucked and jostled over several craggy rocks. “Open fire, Private. Spicer, bring us to the hill line over there at the far end of the ridge! We’ll bring it around and catch it in the stomach.”
Jackson hollered, and as the Saber began a slow turn up the face of the ridge Private Rock sent a single 7cm projectile launching straight into the creature’s path. Halfway through its trajectory the canister burst, dispersing a hail of chip-sized trackers both in front and onto the lumbering beast as it continued forward. As soon as the launcher fired, the Staff Sergeant flipped the guard off the trigger and then began pouring rounds from the MAW-83. The tri-barrel rotary cannon unleashed a distinct whiz and howl, 14.7mm slugs firing at nearly seven round a second gave the weapon the appearance of a bright, burning lance that cut through the air and soon pummeled into the creature. The vehicle bucked and spun, rooster tailing dirt and stone out behind it as the vehicle climbed it's way to the flank of a predominant hill over looking the quaking grasslands and pastures.
Staff Sergeant Jackson swung side to side, locked into the MAW-83 with breakaway straps as he sighted in on the creature. The barrels of the rotary cannon began to whir, spooling up to a rather blistering RPM as the Private behind him slid a tracer round into the breech of the grenade launcher. “We gonna’ open up on this thing or what, Staff Sergeant?!” Rock inquired, screaming over both the howl of the engine and mechanical buzz of the cannon.
“Fire a tracer at it when I give the word, we need to lead this thing out of the way towards the city.” Jackson replied, pumping one foot at a handle in the rig of the cannon and angling the barrel upwards.
Private Rock replied with a nod, crawling out of the cupola slightly more so he could lean one elbow onto the hood of the armored car. A digital crosshair flittered across his vision, and he steadied himself on the roof of the car as it bucked and jostled over several craggy rocks. “Open fire, Private. Spicer, bring us to the hill line over there at the far end of the ridge! We’ll bring it around and catch it in the stomach.”
Jackson hollered, and as the Saber began a slow turn up the face of the ridge Private Rock sent a single 7cm projectile launching straight into the creature’s path. Halfway through its trajectory the canister burst, dispersing a hail of chip-sized trackers both in front and onto the lumbering beast as it continued forward. As soon as the launcher fired, the Staff Sergeant flipped the guard off the trigger and then began pouring rounds from the MAW-83. The tri-barrel rotary cannon unleashed a distinct whiz and howl, 14.7mm slugs firing at nearly seven round a second gave the weapon the appearance of a bright, burning lance that cut through the air and soon pummeled into the creature. The vehicle bucked and spun, rooster tailing dirt and stone out behind it as the vehicle climbed it's way to the flank of a predominant hill over looking the quaking grasslands and pastures.