Having a bit of writers block concerning Ashley's training in the Shocktrooper program. Just can't get the feel right. Heres an excerpt to bide the time. Please comment and rate and let me know if I've got Ashley's character down.
With a quick flick of her wrist, Ashley unfolded the M98 Widow Anti-Material Rifle. A flyby of a recon drone had yielded sizeable numbers of Krogan mercenaries. Thirty seconds earlier the panicked forms of the local militia streamed into the courtyard. In a rush they scared gun-toting civvies themselves into whatever cover was offered by the piled cargo crates and parked farming-tractors.
“Movement, 350 metres north, Krogan coming round the corner in two seconds” Her spotter relayed.
Ashley sighted down her rifle, adjusting the scope to magnify the target. One large Krogan bounded around the corner, his shotgun held high and his finger held down on the trigger. For every step he took another shot was fired at the retreating backs of the militia. A meaty grin was plastered across his lips and his eyes burned with the desire to tear and rip asunder.
“Wind speed, 4 knots….compensate by two mil…fire”
Ashley delicately adjusted her rifle and precisely fired one shot. The slug tore through the air, sped across the compound and smashed into the visage of one very unlucky Krogan. With the force and power of a supersonic, freight train it tore into armour, flesh, fat and organs. The hydrostatic force alone was enough the render the Krogan’s brain into mush , spreading throughout his body all the while rendering bone, cartilage and organs into paste. The slug bore through his skill and then mushroomed into his hippocampus. The Krogan didn’t even have time to notice the flash, before his world vanished and his soul leaped into the void.
“Target down, good kill.” Her spotter dispassionately reported, as if she had simply hit a dartboard, instead of taking down an 800 pound beast. The Krogan simple crumpled to the ground, his lifeblood draining into the dirt.
“More movement, five metres to the right of the water tank. Batarian…looks like to packing shields.” He paused, taking in quick gulp of breath “Seems to be packing tech armour. Gonna have to go for a headshot.”
Ashley adjusted the massive rifle and scoped down on her target. This Batarian seemed completely unaware of his impeding doom and in fact seemed quite happy with his lot in life. Holding down on the trigger, he sent shot after shot into the backs of the retreating militia, as a savage grin spread across his face.
“Wind speed, 3 knots now…compensate by one mil…fire”
Another gentle caress of the trigger sent another slug tearing through the air. This shot landed straight onto the Batarian’s nose. The impact alone drained his shields and carved a four inch wide hole in his face. Like a sack of bricks, the Batarian crumpled to the floor, fingers twitching on the finger as his rifle fired one last shot into the dirt.
“Good kill…****!” Her spotter uncharacteristically swore. “Massed party, moving 500 metres north of the white building. More Krogans and Vorcha.."
He paused, taking in more detail as Ashley adjusted her rifle, bringing it to bear on the new targets.
“Davis!” she hissed, grabbing the attention of their rearguard “Deploy a drone and grab the Viper”
Beside her, Davis went prone and prepped his M97 Viper Sniper rifle.
“Davis you’re one the Batarians, I’ll handle the Krogans” She ordered, her voice rising to no more than that of a whisper.
The armed party of slavers and mercenaries swarmed into the compound. Ashley fired one more shot that sent one Krogan mercenary sprawling into the dirt, the force of the impact briefly lifting him into the air, before depositing him in a tangle of broken beans, smashed organs and bloody viscera.
Beside her, Davis kept up a steady stream of fire. Slugs erupted from his rifle and cut into the unlucky Vorcha. The howls of rage and anger drifted up from the compound as the slavers realized that they were under sniper fire. One extremely bold or idiotic Krogan charged at them across the compound before another shot punched through his skull and took most of his brain with it.
Seconds later a hail of fire tore up from the compound and into the grain silo. The three troopers ducked down as slugs punched through steel and metal, tearing great gouts in the tower’s superstructure.
Damn! Looks like one of them is packing a Striker. A recent export from the wastes of Tuchanka, more of the weapons had been showing up in the hands of the Blood Pack mercenaries. More a grenade launcher than an assault rifle, it fired high-impact, high explosive rounds that could punch through concrete and tear into armour.
All these thoughts flitted through Ashley’s head as she plotted her team’s movements.
“Davis, Furlong!” she roared over the din of fire that threatened to tear the grain silo down “We’re getting off now!”
Moving quickly, the team secured a zipline and dropped to the base of the silo. Seconds later the top exploded in a shower of steel, plastic and titanium as one of the mercenaries fired up a rocket.
Ducking under the hail of debris and shrapnel, the team charged towards one of the smaller buildings opposite the compound. A lone Vorcha stood in their way, lips already curled in a feral snarl. A flurry of rounds punched into its lightly armoured skin and it crumpled into a rapidly expanding pool of blood and viscera. Stacking up against the building’s simple retractable door, Ashley punched its console.
Moving quickly they secured the room and prepared a second firing position. Overlooking the compound from another position, they could hear the roar of gunfire erupt from the militia’s new position. Two unlucky Vorcha were sprayed with slugs in a hail of fire, their carcasses jerking as the slugs punched through skin and organs.
Ashley spotted one, sole Vorcha prep a rocket launcher. Its spindly arms quickly moved over the launcher’s casing, prepping the warhead for mid-air detonation and tuning its homing sensor. Ashley didn’t give him a chance as she fired one round that punched through the warhead and detonated it. The resulting explosion reduced the unlucky wielded to a rapidly expanding cloud of fire and gore, as his two companions beside him was ripped apart by the blast.
A savage grin spread across Ashley’s face as her team began to lay fire into the exposed rear of the mercenaries. Another round from her Widow tore into the spinal column of an unlucky Krogan, sending his massive form crashing into the dirt.
Suddenly the door behind them exploded in a shower of sparks and steel, as two enraged Krogan came crashing through. A bass roar erupted from the maw of the lead Krogan, as the three troopers whirled around to confront the new threat.
Time seemed to slow down and then stop for Ashley. Her heartbeat thumped and thundered in her ears, beating slowly as if it were a drumbeat for a great slaughter. The snarled curse that erupted from her spotter was distorted and drawn out and she could see a solid stream of fire erupt from his Avenger rifle. In slow motion she watched as one slug erupt from the barrel of a Krogan shotgun and plant itself into the wall behind her.
As if she were moving through gelatinous goo, her hands moved to her belt and almost delicately plucked out a simple sphere. A gentle twitch of her thumb primed it and with the grace of dancer she hurled it into the open face of the Krogan in front of her.
The sphere flew through the air, a simple red light shining out amidst the chaos that surrounded it. It glided through the air and straight into the shocked visage of the Krogan mercenary. A second later, an almost delicate flower of hot burning, hot napalm blossomed outwards and into the Krogan.
White, hot, burning Napalm erupted and covered the two hapless Krogan. Perception speeded back to reality, as the two mercenaries screamed and clawed at their skin as the rapidly expanding cloud of fire and shrapnel ate into their armour and skin. Armour crackled and fell as skin twisted and burned. Fat and flesh evaporated in the heat and nerve tissue was seared and fried. An almost unearthly wail came out from the burning giants as they crumpled and fell to the floor. A flurry of rounds from the troopers ended their suffering.
Ashley sniffed the air contemptuously as the smell of searched flesh rose in the ruined interior of the room. So much for that
This takes place between ME1 and ME2 and concerns Ashley activites as an S-trooper. Please rate and comment and if you could let me know how you think I handled Ashley.
Still stuck on Ashley's training part.
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