(So, I've been playing Rotting Metropolis a lot lately, and I noticed the lost squad was clumped together, except for one who was apart from the group. I've been imagining the scenarios that happened to the lost squad. Have a quick read and tell me what ya think.)
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"Ambush!" Yelled Greg, the leader of my squad. The undead had just risen and attacked us from all sides.
"I'm pinned!" screamed Kaitlyn. An undead was on top of her, and before we could save her, the undead had sliced his claw straight through her torso. We could do nothing but watch her bleed as we fought.
"Gah!" I heard a scream from Jeff. A zombie had sliced through his chest.
"Vog darnit Rhy! Help me out!" Yelled Greg. I took out my Master Blaster and shot at the undead the best I could. One of them breathed poison to us on our sides, then leaped out and sliced through Greg's lower torso. I slashed the undead to pieces, before ordering my Seraphynx to drop a shield.
"Cmon Greg! You can pull through!"
"Rhy... I'm gone... Take this and... Avenge me... And get out of here..." Greg said with his last words. He took out his Silversix, and with his last breath, handed it weakly to me. The shield dropped, and I attempted to retreat. One pinned me, and stabbed me with their razor sharp claws. I blasted the head off of the undead, before dropping the gun. It rattled off the nearby edge and somewhere deep in the Clockworks.
"I'm sorry Greg... I've failed..." I was bleeding. My body was mangled. "I'm sorry..."
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"Agent Kora? This is Archemiday. The lost squad is... dead. We shall give them a proper mourning when I return. I hear the elevator nearby, I should be out soon. Over."
"All right! We got this in the bag Squad! Forward!"
The squad leader, that pitiful excuse for a Knight, had cheered this when I had arrived on the scene, alone. Behind me was a trail of broken bone and bubbling pools of green ichor - remnants of poisonous slimes slain only seconds ago. The very same ichor stained my exoskeletal armor : A Dread Skelly set.
My subordinates, meat sacks that quivered in the likeness of idiot jellies, were always in need of backup. So much for being Recon Knights, their stealth meant nothing on a world like Cradle. Their weaponry killed less than a Proto Sword could, even if it was Ascended-Class quality.
Nevertheless, I was assigned to help them through their recon missions. I wanted to make it the last time I'd help them. HQ knew I was a better knight than this.
With my own Carver, the Drouls were easy pickings. A well-placed shield bash would hold them teetering at the edge, and a charge-attack sent them flying off the stratum. Wherever they would land, they would land hard.
Toxigels weren't any different. None of them were resistant to the shock-and-awe capabilities of a shield bash, and their soft flesh meant that their cores were practically open targets. My subordinates just couldn't swing hard enough to hit the core.
After a bit, big mamma Toxilargo was on the scene.
But dousing it in flames was all it took. The monster imploded and collapsed upon itself, showering everyone in green slop.
It wasn't long before I could do it.
We were walking along the platform, and I figured that I had a chance. All their back were turn towards me, and their guard was lowered for the millionth time.
And because stealth armor had to be thin to conduct the cloaking tech well, an Iron Slug round would punch right through.
The Squad Leader was the first to fall. Shot him right in the groin : he fell the to ground jittering like a headless chicken. Second shot put a dent in the second-in-command's helm, cracking his skull. A well-placed stab to the third's heart, whilst reloading in the other hand, and the last one was running away. A shot to his foot, and then he was on the floor.
He tried crawling, but he didn't get very far before I had some fun with him.