The 7th Company of the MPD (Military Police Department) was fully deployed, with 7 tactical squads of 10-man troops and their unit-specific Trojan Dropships, along with several dozen men in supporting roles such as pilots, drone operators, and surveillance teams.
Descending from the sky like ravens, the dropships' engines roared as they approached the hot zone, and the troops inside prepared themselves.
Occasional static pierced their ears as comms from pilots could be heard.
(BZ~) "Trojan 3, approaching the hot zone," (OVER) said a voice.
(BZ~) "Trojan 4 here, be advised we're taking small arms fire from down below," (OVER) another voice said.
(BZ~) "Roger that, Trojan 3," came the response. (OVER)
The city below was in chaos, with burning buildings and people running in fear.
Gunfire and explosions filled the streets.
This was Sector 9, an anarchist hotspot on the outer sector of Omega, also known as the Dark Side by its inhabitants.
The MPD outpost here was supposed to be a formidable fortress, a bunker complex from the old war that had been repurposed into an outpost by the MPD.
However, after its destruction, a noticeable gap appeared, which many nearby gangs took an interest in, and a brutal and gritty turf war ensued.
The transmission crackled with urgency, "This is Trojan 6, we have arrived! GO! GO! GO!"
The Trojan Dropships touched down in a small open square and the soldiers disembarked swiftly, weapons ready in hand.
Clad in black body armor with blue underclothes, they moved like shadows, fluid and purposeful.
Most of their weapons were energy-based, like hot-shot plasma guns and plasma-tipped combat knives, a necessity given the threat they faced.
Modified humanoids with numerous implants would not be easily taken down by projectile-based weapons unless they packed a significant punch like an artillery piece.
The captain of the 7th company, a bald man with a mustache otherwise known as Captain Luck led the way.
He signaled his troops to advance towards the center of the hot zone.
Despite facing resistance from the gangs and criminals that scurried around like vermin, the MPD soldiers pushed forward showcasing their well-honed skills and discipline.
They left a wake of destruction, slaughtering most of the unorganized opposition. Leaving a trail of bodies and puddles of hissing plasma.
Upon reaching the heart of the hot zone, Captain Luck was taken aback by the severity of the situation.
"Well...shit..." he muttered to himself.
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The outpost was in ruins, and the streets were filled with bodies of both gangsters and MPD forces, nothing but a collage of ruin and destruction.
After briefly surveying the area he signaled with his hand to secure the area.
He turned on his comm bead in his ear, and in a steady and commanding voice he spoke to the tactical teams on the ground.
"Listen up, men! We've got to hold this area until the survey team finds any clues about who's responsible. Set up some positions, and be ready for a whole lot of pain coming our way!"
“Be advised to consider all non-MPD members as hostile until we leave this area!”
“And remember, we are the Military Police Department and we're the last line of defense for this city. The last symbol of Order and Justice! SO GIVE EM HELL MEN!" (BZ~)
The men tensed up at Luck's speech. Some were more inspired than others, but after that moment they could hear noises echoing throughout the streets.
Before they could fully prepare, noises started echoing throughout the streets.
The recon drone team picked up a disturbance of a horde of junkies, gangsters, and hoodlums approaching the destroyed outpost like a pack of feral wolves.
BZ~! “This is Oracle. We spotted at least three mobs headed your way, three clicks west of your posit- w-wait what is tha-” (BZ~)”
“Huh? Come again, Oracle? ORACLE!” Officer Coals slammed his fist on the concrete wall in frustration. “Shit, we lost contact.”
Officer Onix, a senior member of the squad, spoke up from behind the rubble where he was stationed.
“First time in Dark Side, kid?” he asked Coals, a recent addition to the squad.
Onix was a SUPER-human, both his arms were replaced with cold hard steel and his eyes glowing an unnatural blue hue from his augmented eyes.
While Coals the newest edition to the team only had an augmented eye that served no combat benefits.
Coals guarded the narrow street behind the destroyed outpost alongside Onix, who constantly surveyed the area with his bionic eye like a hungry vulture searching for prey.
“D-dark Side?” Coals replied hesitantly.
"It's the main black market district in the outer walls," Onix explained, "You can find anything you want here. If you can hold onto it, that is."
After a second or two, Onix continued, "So, kid, which sector are you from?"
Coals hesitated before responding, assuming that he was being picked on, "S-sector 5."
"Sector 5? Huh, damn you really are fresh out the barrel aren’t ya."
Before Coals could respond, a voice called out from the direction they were guarding. "THIS WAY!"
They exchanged a quick look, and Officer Coals radioed for backup, but only got static.
The two officers exchanged a quick look, and Officer Coals immediately radioed for backup, but only static answered him.
Their situation worsened as a group of augmented gangsters with distinct black and green markings appeared at the narrow alleyway, armed with makeshift weapons.
Onix's eyes narrowed as he quickly recognized the markings. "Damn, it's the Nocturne guild..."
He didn't hesitate and began firing his plasma gun, creating a path of destruction with the intense firepower of his weapon.
The gangsters fought back with their own tricks, releasing genetically modified hounds known as Berks, which charged through the alley like a raging river.
Coals was shell-shocked by the scene unfolding before him.
Only two of them against a mob and vicious dogs.
Onix called out to Coals, “OI! COALS! COALS! OPEN FIRE DAMMIT!” but Coals was unresponsive.
Onix slowly retreated to a safer location while maintaining a steady barrage of fire.
However, at least three Berks made it through the constant fire and two of the three immediately rushed at Coals, pouncing on him and attempting to savagely bite and claw their way through his armor.
They were like sharks with fur, ferocious and merciless.
Onix tried to shoot the 3rd Berk which was running towards him, but his plasma gun had overheated from the constant fire.
Onix didn't flinch as the Berk charged at him, its eyes radiating with rage.
He stood his ground, his cybernetic arms at the ready.
As the hound closed in, he unleashed a right hook across the face of the hound, causing it to slam against a wall with a thunderous crash.
The hound howled in pain, but it didn't give up.
It stood back up, growling as it did, foaming at the mouth.
Onix pulled out his plasma tipped combat knife, it hissed as the plasma activated.
But just before the Berk could make its move it was shot by hot blue plasma.
A squirm and a hiss could be heard just before the hound died.
Onix adjusted his sight and he could see that Coals took the shot. His body armor is riddled with marks and semi torn.
Blood dripped from Coal’s left arm which had a gaping bite mark.
Onix was amazed to see two corpses of the Berks lying underneath Coals.
Each with deep burn marks from presumably the Plasma combat knife.
Onix grinned and gave a snarky remark, “Well I’ll admit Coals… maybe we will live through this shit after all.”
The battle continued in the alleyway behind the destroyed outpost much like everywhere else.
Shots echoed and rang as if a church bell was ringing for every second that passed.