Establishing Oneself

Urai led the survivors of his hit team further into the factory dome. The devestation was fairly widespread, and it was obvious that the factory would not be of much use for a very long time. As his team came into a packaging area he recognized it to be a good ambush area and dispirsed his team so that no more than any one man could be taken out at a time. He wanted to get back to the hive and find out what had happened, and that would be made harder should he lose anyone else on his team.

As Bulger cleared a small pile of debris he caught site of a man with a hood over his head and carrying a very sinister looking flamer in his hands. Before he even thought about letting Urai know about it he brought up his shotgun and let fly a scatter shot – with no visible affect.

Urai and the rest of the Delaque immediately responded by moving into covering positions. Urai took Smog with him and quickly climbed up to a bridge to get a better angle on the developing battlefield. As he cleared the center of the small bridge two more of the cowled enemy appeared on a bridge slightly higher than his and they opened fire. One round coming close enough for Urai to flinch involuntarily.

Smog dashed past him to get into cover among the girders at the end. As he reached his new barricade he dropped the nozel to his flamer across the debris and let fly a jet of flaming gel. Although the smoke obscurred his view Urai had noticed the two Cawdor gangers stop their rush across their bridge. Using this temporary concealment Urai managed to get clear of the bridge next to Smog.

“Good work. Get up higher. I’ll cover you from here,” Urai told Smog as he slapped him on his shoulder.

Smog took an adjacent ladder while Urai sighted in on the bridge. The Cawdor also had used the smoke to their advantage and had made it to the far side of a connecting catwalk and were preparing to cross when they used a flamer of their own to spew forth some more smoke. Not wanting to wait until his enemies had cleared this new cloud Urai opened up spraying the area with his bolt gun. Miniature explosive missiles sailed into the darkness and could be heared impacting against both metal and flesh. Screams could be heard in the distance and the opposing flame thrower also ceased to be a hinderance.

Now that the area immediately around Urai had settled down he could hear yet more gunfire. A mixture of assault rifle, shotgun, and las rounds shattering the quiet. Smog sent another stream of flamming fuel from up above out across the catwalks in front of Urai. The temporary light source revealed that one of Cawdors had taken a header and lay motionless some 20 meters below. Shouts of retreat could be heard and the hooded fanatics began to slip into the darkness.

“Hey Boss! You might wanna get down here!”

Urai couldn’t tell who was yelling to him, but it came from somewhere below. Smog dropped down beside him and they took turns covering each other as they made their way to the dome floor. By the time they got their the prone Cawdor he had seen just a minute ago was gone.

“Over here,” Snake yelled from their left.

As they approached Snake was kneeling over what had been Grissom. His body had been impacted several times, but it was the hole in his right temple that told the final outcome.

“Leave him. We can’t be weighed down with dead weight right now – no pun intended.” Urai said as he turned to leave. He glanced down and noticed that the autogun Grissom had carried had at least sheilded its owned from several rounds before he fell.

His job of gettng his team home just got a whole lot harder.