- Task Details:
- Task Name: Death from Above
Tier: 2.
Location: Briss Kingdom
Crew, Team, or Personal: Team.
Description: Emerging from the heavens above, flying-fish mounted fishmen glide downward onto the island firing their weapons at any and all, but their own. In unison out from various buildings, apparently stowed away hiding in wait for the assault, a platoon of fishmen charge the city, working from the inside out. The majority of all fishmen forces are ordered to kill any human on sight.
Enemy Details: 20 x T0 Infantry fishmen | 10 x T1 Flying-fish Fishmen | 2 x T2 Shark Fishmen
Boss: No.
"So, this is Briss Kingdom. So large," Axel said as he entered the port town of the island from the dock. It was sunny out which and the wind wasn't as strong as it had been that week. Because of this, a lot of people were out and about around the streets, buying and selling things from the market, just chilling, playing cards on tables set up on the sidewalk, and many other activities that held their time. However, not a lot of the civilians seemed friendly, starting fights when they lost a game of cards, claiming that their opponents cheating; throwing fruits at the sellers from the market because they looked a little rotten, and how that person would try to sell bad food like that. It was crazy, and Axel was kind of nervous being stationed here for the week, but if anything got out of hand he always had his guns on him. The marksman was known to be a pretty fast gunslinger in the marines, and his precision was right on. At the moment he was headed to the marine base on the south side of the island, so that was quite a walk, but the marine didn't sweat it because he didn't have to report in for a few more hours.
Passing through a few streets, Axel felt good about this island, and that things would work out alright, seeing that the people here were a little rough, but they were nothing that the marines couldn't deal with. That was when he turned a street corner and saw three tall blue-looking men chatting about something. Axel was quite sure that he came into contact with this race of men before. It was a week ago on that one island. Fishmen invaded, killing many of the civilians. Yep, Axel remembered. He remembered it all. The screams of men, women and children as these bloodthirsty fish began killing them, for no reason at all as far as he could tell. They weren't stealing anything. Axel gripped the revolver on his right hip, but he realized that he couldn't just shoot because they were fishmen. That would be racist. He let the gun go and kept moving through the street, but as he walked passed the three, he heard one of them speaking through a walkie talkie. "Oh, yea? Alright. Guys, that is our queue, so let's do this, heh," he said to the other two while he hung up object and put it in his pocket. A woman began walking passed the fishmen, so the one nearest to her grabbed her by the neck and forced her to face him. She was screaming, scare to death, but a bit of her voice was blocked out due to the fishman squeezing her neck. "Sorry lady, but it is not your lucky day," he said smiling. Axel suddenly heard several civilians screaming, some being heard from hundreds of meters away. It was happening again. He saw fishmen run through the blocks, and he swore that something was coming from the sky too. He was scared too, but now wasn't the time to freeze up. He took out the revolver strapped to his right hip and pointed at the head of the fishman holding the woman.
"Actually, I think it is," Axel commented on the fishman's last remark. He pulled the trigger and a round metal bullet was hurled towards this enemy, and on contact it penetrated his brain, forcing him to fall to the floor. The woman was released from his grasp and ran away. The other two fishmen were too shocked to chase her down. They were staring at Axel, angry. Axel has a furious expression on his face. Why would these people do something like this, he thought. Was it in their blood to be murderous? The only thing he knew right now is that he had to stop them.
WC: 653
TWC: 653