Story Skyfall Saga: Assembly

Transport vessel 26-Re
Dustbowl
4/12/16
Perspective: Feather
The transport was a rocky ride, jostling my bow around on my back. With a little huff of annoyance I pinned the bow against my back, looking around the dimly lit transport chamber at my fellow squad mates. One of them adjusted his M16 similarly to me, giving me a hostile look when our eyes met.

The door to the cockpit opened with a rusty sliding sound. The smell of burnt oil and half-fresh air struggled into the room along with the light of the sunset for a brief moment.
"Alright Charlie squad listen up!" Came the call from the commanding officer, a young one who liked to yell at things too often, "we're dropping into heavily contested territory, your objective is to assault and secure the abandoned command station left here by the company of red troops before us! We will enounter heavy resistance, expect casualties on both the drop and contact on the surface! Get in there and reactivite the station's radar and comms networks so we'll be able to coordinate bombing strikes from the station! Light will turn in one minute!". The door slammed on his departure. Another lurch of the transport and my bow started rattling again, along with my stomach and I prepared myself for the drop

Perspective: Randy
"Get down!" I shouted at the huddle of soldiers cowering behind a destroyed tank, "get down the red have broken through!". The young men (in a barely contained panic) moved to repel the assault. I slid behind cover just as a spray of minigun fire lit the air around me. A few of the men to my left began firing back, one losing his eye to a stray bullet, he fell back screaming.
"Keep firing!" I ordered to the remaining men as I hoisted my crossbow over the lip of the tank's ravaged treads. About twenty hostiles were sprinting toward my position, "Select your targets!" My voice was drowned out by the cracking sounds exploding from the hostile soldier's automatic weapons. With a soft twanging sound my crossbow fired, planting itself in the shoulder of the nearest soldier. A look of horror crossed the man's face before he lost most of his right side, face, and legs. Some of the other soldiers saw this and stopped, fleeing back to cover. A rally of automatic fire burst from my side of the battle line, cutting down the remaining soldiers. I managed a smile, pressing my hand to the comm array around my ears, "north side secure, they didn't put up much of a fight, how's the war going on the other flanks?". An icy voice came through the static, every once and a while interrupted by the thunder of a sniper rifle, "I'm alright up here, plenty of targets though". That was Light, the commander of our defense force, I was about to reply when I was beaten to it by Wyrm, "this is the west flank, it's looking like Christmas over here, just with only muzzle flashes and no Jesus, if you'd like to divert some forces I would be much obliged!". His comm cut off as an explosion rocked the ground under my feet.
"Alright W, I'm heading there now". I stood up, checking my surroundings. With a few gestures I told four other men to follow me. We made our way toward the west flank just as I heard the sound of a Red team dropship.

Perspective: Bacca
"These straps are too tight" I mumble into the harness stuck around my chest. To my left was Bud, who was blank as usual. To my right was the new recruit, Feather. She had never been on a combat mission, I pitied her to some degree. My MSR was ready and waiting to lay waste to it's adversaries, I just needed to flick off the safety.
"Light is red, standby" Said the commander, Diamond. He had stood up and was holding onto the overhead straps as a loud, long buzzing sound announced the pre-drop preparations. An ancient light over the bay doors blinked on a shaky red that illuminated our faces and reflected off our red tinted armor. The drone of the engines and clanking of old metal was joined by the sounds of shifting armor and the snap of weapons being loaded, cocked, and primed. I flicked the scope cap on my MSR off and blew on the dusty glass, next to me flutter pulled on her combat bow's string absent mindedly.
"Green light! Drop away!" Called the pilot as a second buzzer began to play, and was subsequently drowned out by the roar of cold night air as the bay doors opened and the twenty soldiers inside stood up. I watched the first group drop as my eyes turned to the starry sky. The second group, me in it, got a running start on our drop. The base sprawled out before me as the air robbed me of my sense of touch and sound. I could see stray gunfire and an explosion here and there. It was clear in that glimpse I got that the red forces were being pushed away from the entrenched blue. We were going to fix that. My HUD lit up, giving me tactical information on where my squad mates were, their condition, my condition, and a motion detection system. More was starting up but for now the basic HUD was enough. I got a look over my shoulder at the dropship as it maneuvered away from the battlefield, I also got a look at the brightly glowing rocket screaming up toward it. The pilot tried to react, and succeeded in moving enough for the rocket to take its entire left wing and two of it's engines clean off. It began a fiery decent into the ground as stray soldiers tried to eject from the flaming mass of metal. The HUD traced the rocket's trail to a single soldier standing to the east of the main compound.

Perspective: Cesium
The destructive potential of a rocket launcher is rivaled by few, envied by many, and revered as one of the best multi-purpose weapons out there. The ability to release fury at this scale was intoxicating the moment I beheld it.
"Outstanding shot Cesium!" Came Piky (who was currently guarding the south side), "I think I saw a few of their strike teams making their way down, be alert everyone"
"I've been alert for the past two hours" grumbled W. I released a spent rocket casing from my LAW and watched the smoking cartridge hit the dirt. Quickly I primed another shot.
"Tank column moving fast on our position Cesium" cracked Light, "you know what to do". I smiled, flicking the safety cap off my next shot and priming my targeting HUD. "Give me some suppressive fire!" I ordered, a few surrounding soldiers nodded and rose with me to suppress the remaining hostiles.
"Hostile acquired, armed, fire when ready" beeped my HUD. I pulled the fire pin. Just as the roar of rocket fire filled my ears I heard faintly, "Cesium get down! Hostile sniper is on the cliff face to you-". A resounding Crack! Split the air. My comms system cracked and sparked in response to the bullet that split my helmet in half. A horrible jarring force ran into my skull and shook my entire body. I blinked, surprised, my body falling away from me, out of my control. It felt like falling into water.
"Sir! Control we have a commander down!", the muffled tones of a nearby medic filled my ears. My eyes were elsewhere, looking at my misfired rocket fly into the air, exploding in a brilliant array of stars.


This is an experiment in writing. As you all can see, I've made this a sort of setup to begin the story's actual arc. I was testing the environment, atmosphere, and characters out in this new story. If you like the way it's looking, let me know, if you have any suggestions or things to point out please do so. I hope you all like it!

Note: this story is shorter due to it's experimental nature. The other parts of this saga will be considerably longer

Characters are based off the personalities of:
@Piky @_Cesium_ @BlackD1amond @_Featherpaw_ @BuddyCroooock @RyanO2 @907BaccaFTW @BookWyrm17 @randomcitizen1

 

I'm experimenting with this format yes. I don't want to focus solely on one character. At the same time I'm thinking of re-writing this in a third person, commander perspective. That way I can talk about the emotion and thoughts of the other characters. (I work better in third person anyways)

Like I said in the thread, this is very experimental. I'm glad you enjoyed reading, expect better things in the future!

edit: another idea I've had just now is making each addition to the story be from one person's perspective. Ten stories, ten protagonist perspectives. The final two stories will be from @BlackD1amond and my perspectives (because we're the team commanders). I feel like that would work out and give me more than enough time to work on making the arc as cool and interesting as possible.
I do want this to be a bit of an epic that I can put together in the end into a sort of mc-war book.

 

No, I plan on using each and every one of you in the continuation of these stories. I would appreciate it if Skyfall remained my work (this means you @MR_EVIL_OVERLORD ). Don't worry, you'll all have your moments. There will be an arc throughout ten stories, one for each character. The final two stories will be of Diamond's character, and finally my character. Everyone else will have one story from their perspective, this means each of you will be a part of each story, but you will be the eyes we see through in only one story