Orchestrated By C.M. Rich (Magnetman)
By Seven Mercenaries, Armored Assassins
Scenario H
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Participants:
Seven Mercenaries(SA)
Wily Rescue Force(W)
Armored Assassins (C)
Location: Murmansk,
Russia
Max. Cossack Scrap Value: 7411
SA Infantry: 1179
RPD Units: 1430
Wily Bots: 475
The RPD watchers huddled against the furious cold. "Dammit." One
of them spat. "It wasn't supposed to snow this hard today."
"Well, we're in Russia, man." Another one of the watchers
piped in. "Weather's supposed to suck here."
"I was situated in Florida..." The other countered. "They
transfered me here."
"Damn... that sucks..."
"Tell me about it..."
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Meanwhile, in the city, the Cossack division of the Armored Assassins were resting in a back ally.--------------------
"This is just PERFECT!" Doc Robot fumed in obvious sarcasm. "This isn't the weather forecast for today!"--------------------
*A FEW TIMES AGO*--------------------
*PRESENT DAY*--------------------
With the blizzard storming around, and the absence of ships, Murmansk was rather peaceful. For now.--------------------
The three brawlers of the Armored Assassins stood together. Centaur, Blizzard, Knight, all were ready to crush any foe that stood between them and the mission. Blzzardman got a sudden beep on his com-link.--------------------
"I've got it now." Doc Robot said. "Here's the new plan."--------------------
A small attack squad of 15 Scissor Army Joes were traveling around the main engagement, hoping to make it into the city and perform small ambushes on the RPD forces. They moved silently through the snow, killing was their only mission. They were passing by a large snowbank when the snowbank started to shift. All the Scissor Joes pointed their rifles at the strange snowdrift, assuming there was an ambush set up.--------------------
The defensive battle between the SA and the RPD had gone on for several hours, with no side relenting. Each side had suffered minimal casualties due to the defensive nature of the battle. Each side fought for the port. Two special force units had been brought to the lines to support the RPD army stationed in Murmansk, and they knew what Punk had done to SFs before. They assisted with their impressive fire-power, keeping the SA at bay rather than tearing into them. Compounding the problem was the unseen sniper that had a tendency to pick off units whenever they strayed too far from cover. The first time the sniper struck, everyone was concerned. A group of five SA Joes had tried to gain a closer position by running from cover to cover. They had been shot down within seconds of leaving their safe spot. The RPD was concerned at first, withdrawing after the sniper fire, but they soon realized that the shooter only attacked SA-units, and they grew accustomed to the good Samaritan sniper.--------------------
"This isn't exactly what I expected..." Enker said as he prepared to sneak through the RPD's lines. "But we'll have to deal."--------------------
Expressman caught a glimpse of Enker as he stomped to the spot where the last sniper shot had emerged from. Using his amazing speed, he ran back to Doc Robot.--------------------
Ballade spoke just after the spear-wielder left : "We must take Barrageman down."--------------------
Enker was running through the streets, trying to look for the sniper, when he felt a stronger blow of wind surrounding him.--------------------
Barrageman's mission was doing fine : the SA was getting repelled by his weapons, and Multiman was dealing with those who planned on attacking him.--------------------
Punk had finished patching up his leg and the duo was now ready to set off again. They left the building and were greeted by roughly thirty Scissor Joes.--------------------
Meanwhile, Expressman was attacking a group of Scissor Joes. He looked bored as he dodged their shots with ease. The Joes were trying to coordinate their fire to cut off his movement when suddenly a buzz-saw ripped through one of them. The others turned around just in time to catch several more. There were three Joes left, and they all pointed their rifles at the new target. Two of them lost their heads to Expressman as he shot them off their shoulders. The new target, Doc Robot, threw a Metal Blade at the remaining Joe as he fired a shot, decapitating it as he dodged the bullet.--------------------
Quint was running farther from the seaport, considering how bad his plan has turned.--------------------
"Holy shi-at!" Regdar gasped at he saw the fate of the Madgrinder. "That guy's got some serious fire-power... Can't have someone like that bearing down on us."--------------------
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!" Doc Robot jumped up and down in frustration. "I can't believe he took out our Madgrinder just like that!"--------------------
"Dammit. It's so cold here..." A watcher complained as he huddled near a fire he had made in the evacuated house.--------------------
Quint looked upon his contrived "success." He had set up a teleportation relay. "I suppose we could send in Shadow Joes at night and sneak them into the country that way..." Quint rationalized.--------------------
One of the commanding officers for the RPD stood by watching the city as their forces struggled against the Multiman army. "Where do they all come from?" He sighed.--------------------
Back at the Scissor Army HQ, Quint was sitting in a simple wooden chair in a dark room. The door unlocked suddenly, making Quint jump. The handle turned, and the General himself walked in. He seemed bored, like he would rather be somewhere else. He reached into his duster pocket and took out a simple pocket watch. He opened the clasp.--------------------