The Siege

[Searo]

Day 1
7:00 AM (Central Auraxis Time)
Searhus
Outskirts of Terran Base

A mass of gold soldiers drifted silently through the trees, moving stealthily along with weapons drawn. They did not pause to glance at the sentries whose throats were already cut by the advance infiltrator sweep.

The attack began normally enough, but swiftly became one of the most horrific conflicts Auraxis had yet seen.

Searo glanced around the platoon, all were gold, no rookie blues were among them. He was not leading of course, but had been hanging around the Sanct while not on Active Corp Duty, and had somehow gotten picked up.

The jog from the 'gate had been long, no armor or air support would be allowed. This mission was nearly specops, if not for the larger quantity of troops.

There was strict radio silence, everyone remembered the plan and where to go. Searo began circling over to the east ridge, where he and four other snipers would bring down all the men on the roof.

They were in the crater, and the sky was filled with ash, blotting out the twin moons that always seemed visible. There were few trees here, most were consumed by heat and lava.

Looks like hell.... Searo thought grimly. Just the right touch of heat, sulfur, and brimstone, all it needed was a red man with horns and a tail.

He had recognized a few other Freedom Corp soldiers that had tagged along for the fight, but his outfit wasn't prominent in this group. It was being led by the newly famous General Haldert, a high-up in Command.

Searo reached the ridge and crouched with the other men. They all ignored each other, regulated their breathing, waited for a good shot. Searo heard the whistle of a bird that frequented these craters.

It was the sign.

Searo and a grizzled sniper nearby both trained their rifles on him, and fired. Searo's shot struck slightly ahead, hitting the man in the side, near his kidney. The bullet passed through. His fellow sniper hit the man in the chest, narrowly missing his heart. Essentialy, the enemy soldier disintegrated and fell. Two others died in this manner, and the rest ducked for cover while the sounds of Bolt Drivers breaking open surrounded Searo.

"Go," came the single terse word uttered by Haldert over the comm, and Searo saw the rest of the platoon slip into the bowels of the base. Searo and two other snipers stood up, and pulled out various other weapons. The remaining two would make sure there was no movement on the roof.

Searo headed for the back door at a quick clip, reaching it before the circuitry re-routed itself and locked against intruders. He went ahead, shotgun at the ready. The others had cleared this path already, but you couldn't be sure. Muffled booms sounded from the spawn chamber, the tubes were going down.

The attack was going as planned...the siege had not yet begun.

[VashTheStamped]

nice searo!

[Rbstr]

[NewCong. Marine]

Snipers rock.

[TheN00b]

[Searo]

Day 1
Searhus
Terran Base
7:30 AM (CAT)

More explosions, and then the sound of shattered spawn tubes. Searo and the other two snipers continued to the Tubes to meet up with the rest of the platoon. Radio silence was not in effect, and yells of "MAX!" and "Cloaker!" and "Three elmos on..." crackled in his ears.

The sun was rising.

The crack of Bolt Drivers still sounded from outside, but less frequently. The terrans were keeping their heads down, and turtling up. Walls of resistance began appearing in the inner base, as the Newcons fought their way upward to the CC. A Galaxy had been one idea, but was ruled out due to the noise.

A noise pulled at Searo's attention. He began to turn and the noise strengthened. Both of the nearby snipers fell at the same time, and blood hissed from their throats. A jagged crimson grin winked at Searo from each man's neck.

Searo began pumping shotgun rounds into the air while simultaneously flicking on his Darklight vision. The spectral outline of an enemy cloaker appeared amongst the green and purple backdrop. The man, or more specifically woman, had knives in both hands, both were cycling rapidly, shedding blood from their recent kills.

Searo hit the terran in the chest with the remaining four shots of his clip. This did the trick, the enemy cloaker shifted from a white ghost into a solid body, and fell to the ground.
Two chainblades...damn ninjas...

Searo continued on to the Tubes, alone.

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Terran Sanctuary
Terran Military High Command
7:35 AM (CAT)

"The temporary holding zone, in Searhus, has fallen under attack sir," wheezed out a young officer. The man looked like he had just dashed up several flights of stairs, which was indeed the case.

"The Project has been intercepted?" queried a much older and more grizzled commander. He looked angry, and worried.

"Y-yes sir," the officer began nervously, "but the Dragonwolves are en route."

This was the right thing to say, the Commander smiled. The other officers around the table mirrored his smile, if the Commander was happy, no one was killed to lighten his bad mood. Each officer knew how many times his position had been replaced over the past year, and made sure that that number would not grow.

"Good," said the Commander, "but send more men for insurance. I want nothing in or out of the base besides our comrades."

The Commander thought for a few seconds, and grinned an even wider and more evil grin,
"Ten platoons will be enough I should think. Make sure you include armored columns and artillery. Oh, and air support, some of that I suppose. Dismissed, Major."

The Major was relieved, he had survived this meeting, "Thank you sir, I will."

Moments later, a Global broadcast went out, informing the Terrans of the importance of recapturing their base on Searhus. The war machine geared up for a siege.

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"Damn sloppy Searo. Why weren't you three taking turns sweeping with DL?" barked an angry Haldert.

"It's a good thing we just secured the tower..." he switched to a platoon-wide broadcast, "You two that just respawned, hold that tower with the other two men. I want two of you in MAXes, and at least one with a sniper loadout."

Replies of Yessir crackled in Searo's ears. The General waved at him, dismissing him. All enemy soldiers in the base were neutralized, and the hack was going through.

Also, at that moment, a swarm of Galaxies and Lodestars surrounded by their fighter entourage were making their way to Searhus. The Terran HART was orbiting Auraxis, with all of its pods full of soldiers ready to go.

The attack was finished, the siege was about to begin.

[Searo]

Note: I hardly believe these PlanetSide stories to be my better fan fics. I think that I write much better ones about Neveron. If interested in Neveron, Neveron fanfics, or giant mechs, PM me and I'll scrounge some links.

Now that the off topic intro is finished, let the next chapter begin.


Day 1
New Conglomerate Base
Searhus
6:30PM CAT

Deafening.
The noise of the Galaxies and Lodestars was deafening. The giant nanite-spewing engines whined as they propelled the massive beasts to their prey.
The fighters provided a harmony, with their higher-pitch notes. The swarm continued to descend upon the unsuspecting platoon.

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Sonofa...
"General, we've found something very wierd, sir," said Searo nervously.
"Clarify "very wierd" Colonel," replied the General.

Searo had been in the lower level of the base, and was guarding it from a potential attack. He sat on a crate to get off his feet for a while, when the crate sunk into the floor and a wall opened up.

It was very wierd.

"Uhh...a whole friggin wall just opened up. Looks like some massive cavern, sir," was Searo's answer.
Haldert was silent, he contemplated what could be in there.
"I want four more men over there now. Searo, hold position with weapons ready," came the General's final reply.

Searo took up position behind a crate, and rested his sniper rifle on it. Anything that showed its head, or whatever might pass for a head, would get it blown off. The cavern had no lighting, and was pitch black.

Searo waited.

Finally, the four men came. Two were MAXes, a Scattercannon with a weapon that put Searo's sweeper to shame, and a Falcon that was capable of spewing large amounts of missiles. Searo wasn't quite so nervous any more. He had known about a few of the TR's darker secrets, and he figured this was one as good as any.

He noticed the rest of the 5 man squad looked a bit jumpy too. The MAXes took point, thier bright headlights sweeping the cavern. The men slowly entered, and the lights came on.

"Holy-"
"What the f-"

Searo was blinded at first, but then saw that it was a gun. A really big gun. It wasn't put together quite yet, but he saw the barrel and the base, and knew that it was a railgun.

The Terrans were constructing the world's largest railgun, and Searo knew they would shift heaven, earth, and the small platoon guarding it to take it back.

His comm crackled and he jumped a mile.
"Motion on radar outside base perimeter, General," warned one of the wall guards.
"What is it?" asked the General, "and what the hell's in that cavern?"
The guard was silent, and then replied, "Nothing, it's gone."

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Outside the base, at the site of the offending radar blip. Ema slipped away in her sleek Infiltration gear.

The newly installed radar and communications jammer behind her beeped happily, and then was silent. Scientists had based it off of the backpack EMP that high ranking commanders had access to. It essentially jammed an entire continent from sending or recieving messages, and then disabled radar. It contained an IFF, of course.

She started jogging back to her Mosquito, a grin on her face.

Won't know what hit 'em....

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"A what? Railgun? How big? Nevermind, just get your asses up to the CC, I'm up there with nine other men," said General Haldert.

Searo and the others muttered a Yessir and headed for the CC. They hadn't figured out how to reclose the cavern, and it remained open.

I figure the Terrans will be here tonight, around midnight. We can probably expect at least three or four platoons of them, with some armor support. Haldert will call for the zerg and we'll hold this place 'til hell freezes over...

Or so he thought.

They were trapped, alone, the siege had begun.

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"Will they find the Project, Major?" drawled the Commander. He lazily picked up a cigar worth several times the average citizens yearly income, and lit it.

"N-no sir, it's hidden well," replied the Major.

"They had better not, or your life is on the line," replied the Commander from around his expensive cigar. The fools in his presence were graced by the second hand smoke, he thought.

The Commander motioned distractedly at the Major, and the Major retreated quickly, breathing a sigh of relief again.