'When the OCL reveals itself to the omniverse, all cards and chances are off the table. For the Relic SW's have been acquired at this time...CH, signing off.' -Crimsons Hand.
"One-Three arriving on scene." A fireteam of 7 OCL Enforcers exited the AG8 gunship (A/N: its a hybrid between a transport and a fire support platform.) by jumping out at around 200 meters, the impact force was absorbed by CL-2A specialized Exo-Skeletons made for, rapid deployment and heavy breakthroughs, thus, heavy armor and shock absorbers were in them as well.
"OCL Enforcer fireteam engaging hostile unit's, preparations completed for mass offenisves." The 7 OCL Enforcers, which, had been dropped in front of a certain JSDF main character, began firing 14.7mm HBT-16-M3 rifles, the Junior Officer Unit of the fireteam unsheathed a plasma longsword then proceeded to engage in melee combat...every swing of it turned enemies to ash or burnt flesh.
"Alert, OCL Super Heavy Fortress Tank callsign 'Crusaders Shield' has reached area, proceed with objectives as normal." A 340 ton, 230mm double turret, along with 3 VLS's, tank, began providing fire support. The result was, as expected for the not so fortunate roman ripoffs, the erasure of the enemy's combat strength the moment those cannons came online...this was outdated for the OCL, luckily, so a single man survived, then got gunned down by the OCL Enforcers.
This wasn't a battle, it was a masscare, at best that is
"I almost feel sorry for them....almost." Omega was watching this from a RAD-2 Light Model Drone.
"This was...disappointingly short, I thought there'd be an actual fight not a bloody massacre ED-O2." Helios was also watching, and was also complaining.
I wonder why.
"What. The. Fu-" the officers tent exploded.
"Aye, enemy officer units killed. Seven-Eight exiting combat zone." 5 OCL Assassin Unit's began leaving the confused and disoriented enemy.
(A/N: I was planning to have a OCL Crimson Grunt die but then remembered, the OCL Agents were also equipped with pistols, well, at least some, they get paid 5$ an hour. Most have swords because
A damn pistol costs 300 bucks)
"Oh great, the OCL revealed themselves...I'm gonna have a headache today." Executioner sighed, watching the live combat footage of OCL troop's completely annihilating the roman ripoffs.
"At least they didn't use anything too powerful, sir." The USM corporal said.
"Inhale I AM NOT A SIR! I WORK FOR A LIVING YOU MORON! GET DOWN TO THE ARMORY AND GET YOURSELF A NEW ISSUE OF ANTI-TANK MISSILES IMMEDIATELY OR I'M GOING TO KICK YOU SO HARD YOU'LL BE WALKING WITH ARMS INSTEAD OF LEGS CORPORAL! Now, dismissed." Executioner went on a...little rant, due to the corporal.
(A/N: Gordon look! Ropes! We can use these to- HELP ME GORDON!
Gordon, for 5 play coins you can unlock our help for this level.)
"Where the hell am I?" A certain Mercenary Company Crimson Light founder asked.
(A/N: guess the last guys name, hint; it's snow in Deutsch)
(A/N: it wasn't even for a minute and somebody read it already, also yes i listened to Guard Down while writing this, its good half-life music.)