Eternity RPC Board
11-08-2016, 05:34 AM
In the early hours of the next morning, the city was still quite alive. Vehicles zoomed this way and that, and the city skyline lit up the night. However, there seemed to be a certain calmness, a certain serenity that had fallen over the city this morning. It was as if God were giving the planet one final night of rest before the peace was irreversibly shattered.
Ben sat in a damp, dark sewer tunnel. It was part of the modern system, and normally he wouldn't spend more than a couple hours in them. Today, however, was a special occasion, and the old rules didn't matter anymore. They weren't going to be very covert for very long. He smoked a cigarette, possibly his last. Ben knew that there was a good chance that he wouldn't survive the day. When he took a long drag on the cigarette, he could barely make out the faces of the other men crouching in the tunnel with him. Ben himself had a machine pistol, but their weaponry was varied. Ben was lucky enough to have a few grenades with him. He was an accurate stone thrower, so they entrusted him with the valued weapons. Looking down at his watch, Ben saw it was 0400. The time had come. He stood up, tossed the cigarette down, and stamped it out. Normally that would be a very dangerous move. PlanSec could find his DNA on it. Today, however, it didn't matter. Today, it was all or nothing.
"We should go now," one of his men said. Ben waited a few precious seconds, however, straining to hear. Then, he heard it: the distant, almost inaudible sound of explosions. That would be the assassination of the viceroy. "Let's go," Ben said, and they climbed up the ladder and appeared in the street. Just one block over was the CNN broadcast station. The Capentia News Network was technically owned by the Capentian Republic, but like everything involving the Capentian government was de facto owned and operated by the Arcultians. It was the largest news network on the planet, and the only one allowed to dispense information from off-world. Almost everyone on Capentia watched it.
It would be guarded by PlanSec, though it was the most lightly defended target in Capentia City. Ben provided cover while the rest of his men came out of the manhole. The street was illuminated by holographic billboards and dim streetlights. He scanned the streets. They were empty, as they were supposed to be. The street was blocked off for construction, so they knew there would be no civilian vehicles that would chance upon them. Once everyone was up and ready to move, they moved fast but silent. They had to be a quick as possible for the surprise to be as effective as possible. Once they were within sight of the target building, Ben ordered everyone to stop and to take up tactical positions.
Across the street, there were no visible signs of security, but Ben knew that there would be at least a dozen PlanSec guards inside at any given time, plus reinforcements only minutes away. With a signal to one of his men, a homemade rocket launcher was loaded with a homemade rocket. He fired it towards the front doors and, a split second before the doors were blown inward, an alarm went off. They or the rocket itself, likely both, must have been detected by the building’s external sensors.
With the doors now open, all of the rebels sprinted forward. Coming inside, Ben could see one guard sprawled across the floor with a large piece of shrapnel in his eye. He must have been directly behind the door. Three more guards were in the lobby scrambling for cover with their sidearms already in their hands. One, upon seeing the rebels, raised his gun and began firing while running for a concrete column. Ben opened fire with his submachine gun, winging him before he dove out of sight. Empty shell casings scattered across the floor. PlanSec used high caliber caseless ammunition, and even though Ben’s weapon was a relic by comparison, a bullet was a bullet. As the rest of Ben’s men rushed inside, the guards returned fire. At least one went down and didn’t get back up. A brief but intense firefight ensued, and the outnumbered PlanSec guards were overwhelmed. From there, the CLF fighters split into three teams; one would secure the front while the other two would search the rest of the building.
Over the course of fifteen minutes, Ben and his men had cleared the broadcast station of all remaining PlanSec at the cost of three more rebel lives. Finally, Ben walked into the main broadcast room. At the insistence of a chirping from his wrist, he touched the screen of his watch.
"The PlanSec reinforcements have finally arrived, sir," said the commander of the team which had secured the front of the building.
"Just now?"
"Yes sir." Ben paused for a moment. It took them far longer than he would have thought. They must have been hit harder than they had even hoped to plan for.
"Very well. I’m sending the rest of the men back to you. Hold them for as long as you can. I have a broadcast to make."
"Yes sir. For Capentia. Out."
Ben sat in a damp, dark sewer tunnel. It was part of the modern system, and normally he wouldn't spend more than a couple hours in them. Today, however, was a special occasion, and the old rules didn't matter anymore. They weren't going to be very covert for very long. He smoked a cigarette, possibly his last. Ben knew that there was a good chance that he wouldn't survive the day. When he took a long drag on the cigarette, he could barely make out the faces of the other men crouching in the tunnel with him. Ben himself had a machine pistol, but their weaponry was varied. Ben was lucky enough to have a few grenades with him. He was an accurate stone thrower, so they entrusted him with the valued weapons. Looking down at his watch, Ben saw it was 0400. The time had come. He stood up, tossed the cigarette down, and stamped it out. Normally that would be a very dangerous move. PlanSec could find his DNA on it. Today, however, it didn't matter. Today, it was all or nothing.
"We should go now," one of his men said. Ben waited a few precious seconds, however, straining to hear. Then, he heard it: the distant, almost inaudible sound of explosions. That would be the assassination of the viceroy. "Let's go," Ben said, and they climbed up the ladder and appeared in the street. Just one block over was the CNN broadcast station. The Capentia News Network was technically owned by the Capentian Republic, but like everything involving the Capentian government was de facto owned and operated by the Arcultians. It was the largest news network on the planet, and the only one allowed to dispense information from off-world. Almost everyone on Capentia watched it.
It would be guarded by PlanSec, though it was the most lightly defended target in Capentia City. Ben provided cover while the rest of his men came out of the manhole. The street was illuminated by holographic billboards and dim streetlights. He scanned the streets. They were empty, as they were supposed to be. The street was blocked off for construction, so they knew there would be no civilian vehicles that would chance upon them. Once everyone was up and ready to move, they moved fast but silent. They had to be a quick as possible for the surprise to be as effective as possible. Once they were within sight of the target building, Ben ordered everyone to stop and to take up tactical positions.
Across the street, there were no visible signs of security, but Ben knew that there would be at least a dozen PlanSec guards inside at any given time, plus reinforcements only minutes away. With a signal to one of his men, a homemade rocket launcher was loaded with a homemade rocket. He fired it towards the front doors and, a split second before the doors were blown inward, an alarm went off. They or the rocket itself, likely both, must have been detected by the building’s external sensors.
With the doors now open, all of the rebels sprinted forward. Coming inside, Ben could see one guard sprawled across the floor with a large piece of shrapnel in his eye. He must have been directly behind the door. Three more guards were in the lobby scrambling for cover with their sidearms already in their hands. One, upon seeing the rebels, raised his gun and began firing while running for a concrete column. Ben opened fire with his submachine gun, winging him before he dove out of sight. Empty shell casings scattered across the floor. PlanSec used high caliber caseless ammunition, and even though Ben’s weapon was a relic by comparison, a bullet was a bullet. As the rest of Ben’s men rushed inside, the guards returned fire. At least one went down and didn’t get back up. A brief but intense firefight ensued, and the outnumbered PlanSec guards were overwhelmed. From there, the CLF fighters split into three teams; one would secure the front while the other two would search the rest of the building.
Over the course of fifteen minutes, Ben and his men had cleared the broadcast station of all remaining PlanSec at the cost of three more rebel lives. Finally, Ben walked into the main broadcast room. At the insistence of a chirping from his wrist, he touched the screen of his watch.
"The PlanSec reinforcements have finally arrived, sir," said the commander of the team which had secured the front of the building.
"Just now?"
"Yes sir." Ben paused for a moment. It took them far longer than he would have thought. They must have been hit harder than they had even hoped to plan for.
"Very well. I’m sending the rest of the men back to you. Hold them for as long as you can. I have a broadcast to make."
"Yes sir. For Capentia. Out."