Post by Sparda on Dec 29, 2018 1:46:09 GMT
“In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.”
This was not so much a battle cry for the soldiers of Hellsing as it was an ancient declaration of their intent. Nearly since its inception, it had spoken that declaration in the face of its unholy prey. Tonight, the soldiers were led in speaking their intent by the greatest among them.
Ironic that she was of the living dead herself.
Seras Victoria. Draculina. Progeny of the nightmarish Alucard himself, she had taken her sire’s place as servant and bodyguard of Integra Hellsing, a sword in Hellsing’s war against the night to be raised against its fiercest enemies. Such an enemy had reared its head on English soil a few months back. Frustratingly, nothing at all was known about this BOW or what it was capable of, but the ungodly mess it had made warranted Hellsing’s attention. Distant eyes and ears were tuned to watch for the reappearance of this monster, so that Hellsing would be ready to strike it down – and reappear it did.
In the warehouse complex ahead, some three hundred meters down the road, the creature had been sighted on its way to whatever grim mission it had been set upon. Hellsing deployed as swiftly as they could, trucks bearing whole squads of soldiers approaching the site from all directions. Each was led by a singular elite, wearing a distinct patch on his shoulder that marked him as one of the Wild Geese; mercenaries turned champions of Hellsing’s cause, these grimly efficient soldiers were foremost in the organisation’s arsenal.
From a rooftop with a clear view of the whole AO, the heft of her Harkonnen cannon comforting in her hands, Seras Victoria watched the careful approach of her soldiers. They formed a neat and complete perimeter around the complex – a noose to be tightened around their prey. They advanced thoroughly, cautiously, cutting off all avenues of escape in their passing. The gunfire and horrified yelling grew louder as they drew in around the central building, a vast warehouse space with four floors of offices built on top.
Seras would never be sure exactly when Hell broke loose upon her troops.
All of a sudden, shocked cries and peals of gunfire went up over the comms from a trio at the far East end of the building. Just as suddenly, there was silence. The nearest troops closed in on their position, four in number, and found only streaks of blood and a couple dropped SA-80s. Then those four disappeared in the same way – sudden cracking gunshots giving way to sudden eerie quiet.
“Close that bloody perimeter!” Seras barked into the comm. “Two, Five, stack up on the east entrance and advance by squads. Keep each other covered! All other units, enter by your closest infil points and begin clearing the building!”
“Yes, ma’am!” came an answer without hesitation. They could handle sudden disappearances of their number; they had handled worse. Seras leaned into her firing position, slammed shut the bolt on the first shell chambered in the Harkonnen, reached a gloved hand up to make a minute adjustment to her iron sights. She fell silent and listened. She had never needed magnified optics. Hardly even seemed to need a clear line of fire half the time, her men had observed for years – she simply seemed to know where to place her shots to smite her prey.
There it was again, the barking gunfire of her soldiers’ rifles. More controlled and precise this time. They hadn’t been ambushed – they had joined a proper firefight.
“Shit! It’s fast!” Their voices weren’t coming over the comms, but Seras could hear them even under the gunshots.
“You know how to compensate for that! Fan out! Get your fucking crossfire in place!”
“Bring the Barrett forward! Silver nitrate mag!”
”Taylor! Fucking Christ, what’s-“
Quelque chose ne va pas, ma chère.
“…You’re right. I hardly remember the last time I heard them this… panicked.”
I think this BOW may need a feminine touch. Take the fore – give the boys a little breathing room, so they can support you.
She nodded in agreement, climbed to her feet with the Harkonnen in hand, then vanished. A blur in the midnight gloom, she bore down on the warehouse to take charge of the battle.
Hell had broken loose, but the gates were about to be thrown open.