A tale in Planetside 2

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic
In and endless war a nameless soldier finds himself cut off from the main army and fights for survival.

Submitted: November 23, 2012

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A tale in Planetside 2

 

As the break thrusters of my drop-pod engaged I took the safety of my gun and prepared to activate my stealth cloak. With a loud bang the pod hit ground and the stasis field inside it broke, giving me a sudden shock as I felt gravity one again. I dropped heavily to the ground, put up my cloak and ran as fast as I could to the nearest cover.

These orbital drops weren’t very precise. Soldiers were dropped near an objective and where supposed to regroup as fast as possible. It seemed however that I missed my mark; I had engaged my break thrusters too soon which caused me to overshoot my landing zone. Well, it seems I was in luck then. Being a sniper I worked best from a distance. This did however mean that I would not receive any medical support since they would accompany the main army.

As I reached a small hill I dropped to the ground and disabled my cloak to preserve its batteries. The objective was a base about half a mile east. The reason why we needed the facility was unknown to me, it wasn’t important. The order was given after the NC had taken a sudden move and overrun the place claiming it as they’re own. We just had to get it back.

Suddenly I heard a shot from the top of the hill. Adrenaline surging I dropped even lower, hoping I had not been seen, and that this was not an enemy. As I slowly made my way up the hill I slung my rifle over my shoulder and took out my sidearm. Up close it would be far more efficient. However as I reached the top I let out a sigh. Another sniper of the Terran Republic had obviously made the same mistake I had and taken the same course of action. I called out to him to let him know I was an ally and got down beside a rock next to him. He acknowledged me but gave me no second glance. This was a war; he had come in with the first wave, got separated from the support group and had ended up here.

As I lay there I scanned the area first and dropped a motion scanner at the foot of the hill to make sure no one could sneak up behind me. It wasn’t hard to find the main army. The explosions and gunfire where easy to pinpoint. I got in a good position and prepared myself to end lives.

The first shot is always the hardest. As a sniper you shoot to kill, there is no spray and praying, no suppressive fire. Every shot you fire counts. And usually, every shot means another life taken. The first to fall was what looked like an engineer trying to get a turret up and running on a wall with a great vantage point for shooting my allies.

“1”, I started counting.

“2”, a soldier leaning too far from his cover, trying to get a better shot.

“3”, he shouldn’t have run. War sometimes drives people insane. He had had enough. It didn’t feel good shooting him in the back, but he would have gathered his courage later and come back.

After a while you fall in a sort of trance. You become almost detached from your body. Everything is focused on your sight. Outside that little circle nothing exists, and inside everything dies. Either you shoot and someone dies or you see people dropping dead, while you can only watch from the sidelines, hoping that killing the soldiers will in turn save the lives of your comrades.

Then I saw what every sniper fears to see; another sniper aiming for your location. I had to move fast before he would radio in our location, with no backup we would be dead in seconds. Time almost stood still. I aimed, exhaled, waited for the slight movement caused by my heartbeat to pass and pulled the trigger. My heart stopped a moment when I saw him shoot at that exact same moment. The distance gave a slight delay on the impact but the bullet didn’t come. I saw him drop dead as a thanked all the gods, known and unknown, for my fortune.

“16”, I sighted.

I took the moment to crawl back down the hill a bit to catch my breath. I checked on my motion scanner to see if everything was still working as intended, it was. As I crawled back up the hill I noticed something was wrong. I didn’t hear any shots from my fellow sniper. As I reached our spot I saw what I had already feared. Snipers shoot to kill; he just hadn’t aimed for me.

War doesn’t take favorites. It doesn’t matter if you’re a high rank or if you’re a nobody with nothing to lose. As soon as the bullets fly it’s all up to your own luck. I just had the misfortune to be stuck longer in this fight with zero to no chance of survival. Cut off from the rest of the army the only thing you can hold on to that small chance that you will not get shot and either be victorious or get noticed and picked up in an extraction.

As I was about to drag him down out of sight I stopped. After a moment of silent debate I decided to let him be as he was. His chin was resting on a rock, from a great distance it would almost seem as if he was still alive. Cruel as it was he would work as a decoy and maybe save my life again. In a fight like this you cling to anything that gives you the tiniest bit of hope for survival.

Looking back in the direction of the battle I saw my error. That sniper had called out our position before he died and in the time I had taken to catch my breath a small group of NC soldiers was moving towards me. Nearly panicking I grabbed my sniper rifle and quickly did a headcount; five soldiers came running at my location. One of them in a heavy armored suite called a MAX. With armor plating and two heavy machine guns attached to his arms, this thing was a monster on the battlefield and it was running in front of the other soldiers, providing them with cover.

As I calmed myself I took the first shot. “17”. They ducked behind the MAX as it increased its speed. “18”. The machine started to spin its guns, which looked all too much like gatling guns, as the second soldier fell. This would be messy. They wouldn’t be able to identify his body afterwards. Another shot, another kill, but they were close now and the bullets where flying in my direction.

Quickly ducking in cover my chances of surviving shattered as I noticed I only had one more bullet left. It was a lost battle to begin with, the only chance I had would have been to shoot all the foot soldiers and run from the MAX. Since it was only capable of providing small bursts of speed it wouldn’t be able to catch me in the long run, but running before the others where dead and I would just be overtaken.

As I lay there looking at that final shot I knew I had to make the best out of the situation. So I jumped up, and aiming in the movement of the turn shot the last soldier through the neck as my shoulder got shredded by a hail of bullets.

“20” I said, spitting out blood as I did. Instinctively I pulled the trigger again in an attempt to shoot the MAX that had now reached me. It must have been the sound of my empty gun as it unsuccessfully tried to fire another shot, but the armored suit that reached nearly twice my size stopped in front of me as I dropped to the ground, coughing up blood in the process.

I heard the soldier in the suit laughing, drunk from the battle he knew he had me right where he wanted and there was nothing I could do. He loved it. I froze up, not even reaching for my sidearm. Not that it would have done any harm to him but it didn’t even cross my mind. Slowly he raised his left machine gun until it was right in front of me, giving me a perfect view of the barrels.

As I made my peace with the fact that I would die I noticed something that the MAX couldn’t see. I saw that the third faction residing in this continent had also taken an interest in the facility and decided to show up after the fight has already taken a toll on the opposing two sides to take a swift victory. The man I saw was a Vanu sniper sitting between several rocks and he obviously wanted to kill me first because before the MAX’s guns even started spinning a bright beam of light penetrated my chest.

I didn’t expect to feel the way I did. Where I expected pain, only peace came over me. There was that slight annoying tingling in my chest but it didn’t seem relevant at all, I was finally at peace and I just wanted to give in and rest.

Suddenly it felt a strong pinch through my entire body. It felt like I was pulled from my own body and, moving at an immense speed, shot over the battlefield. It was my first time but I instantly knew that this feeling was the TR re spawn technology. It allowed a machine in a nearby facility to reconstruct your body and transfer your “being” into it, granting semi immortality. The process could theoretically be repeated an infinite amount. That was until the mind could take no more.

Even though I didn’t die I felt a strong sense of sadness as if I had just lost someone very dear to me and I couldn’t help but mourn my own death. However I had little time as I was shoved back out of the building to join the fight once again.

Before I joined the rest of the army though, I climbed up the side of the building. I aimed between several rocks in the distance and pulled the trigger.

“1”.


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