Post by Azuloth on May 27, 2015 22:08:10 GMT -5
Commander Pailikos and her troopers were given a simple mission. Get to Delta, commandeer the Imperial frigate The Immolator, and use it to bring the city under the Royal Justean Guard.
At the crossroads not quite twenty miles out from the city as the harpy flies her people came across an entire platoon of SKC troops.
The crossroads was surrounded by forest, and it would have been easy for Pailikos to hide her eight men in the trees and brush. But that was not the approach the Commander took because a simpler solution was presented to her. The platoon was marching towards the city, their backs were to their enemy without even realizing it. The discipline that the Sorcerer-King's men had while marching was admirable. Not a one looked back to see what was behind them. There was no rear guard. Just a platoon leader at the front of the column riding a horse.
The commander herself, a tiny person wearing a much bigger hat, wearing gear that was suitable for nautical pursuits, walked right up behind one of the soldiers and drew one of the new weapons. The idea was to test it out. It worked perfectly. She pulled the small hand weapon from its holster and pointed it at the back of the soldier's head, then pulled the trigger. There was an audible clacking, and a spike that was an inch and a half long flew from the barrel of the weapon and into the back of the soldier's head, dropping him like a bucket of hammers. The two men in line next to the fallen one looked at the sound. One shouted, the other was stabbed by the Commander's cutlass.
The rest of her men, who were lined up behind her, carried a much longer weapon. Where her's was meant to be used with one hand, theirs were meant to be stabilized with a second. It had a greater range and stopping power. The eight of them pulled their triggers in unison, the loud synchronized clack was heard, eight more men went down. Panic gripped the SKC troops. The commander stabbed another in the throat, shot another in the face. Her troops fired again. Eight more loyalist soldiers fell. The body count was twelve before the enemy platoon leader had the rest of his men facing the right direction. At that point the remaining five were shot, and the Commander shot the platoon leader in the chest. He fell from his horse and hit the ground, not moving.
Commander Pailikos had her men police the fallen SKC soldier's bodies. They took the coin, the good weapons, and other valuables. No critical information was on the platoon leader or any of the others.
Overall the Commander was pleased with how the skirmish played out. Twenty six dead enemies without a single one of her own men being wounded. No hard fighting was necessary.
Her men dragged the fallen into the woods, off the road and out of sight.
The Commander couldn't have been happier with the weapons. Smokeless, and without making much noise, the weapons could pierce the regular armor that the SKC soldiers wore with ease. Several shots had punched holes directly through hard points meant to deal with armor piercing arrows in the armor. Though not every shot resulted in an outright fatality, all of the enemies that had been shot were mortally wounded and died within minutes. Accuracy could be a problem with the weapons, but the Flechette rifle and Flechette pistol were great additions to the RJG's arsenal. She was going to recommend that whoever dug them up out of the depths of Helkorth got a promotion. Manufacturing new ones was going to be a problem though, the mechanics inside were a mystery to the majority of the smiths, much like a lot of the other weapons found in Helkorth.
It was a wonder that the SKC hadn't put them to good use prior.
The commander and her men proceeded without hindrance to Delta. Their mission still incomplete.
At the crossroads not quite twenty miles out from the city as the harpy flies her people came across an entire platoon of SKC troops.
The crossroads was surrounded by forest, and it would have been easy for Pailikos to hide her eight men in the trees and brush. But that was not the approach the Commander took because a simpler solution was presented to her. The platoon was marching towards the city, their backs were to their enemy without even realizing it. The discipline that the Sorcerer-King's men had while marching was admirable. Not a one looked back to see what was behind them. There was no rear guard. Just a platoon leader at the front of the column riding a horse.
The commander herself, a tiny person wearing a much bigger hat, wearing gear that was suitable for nautical pursuits, walked right up behind one of the soldiers and drew one of the new weapons. The idea was to test it out. It worked perfectly. She pulled the small hand weapon from its holster and pointed it at the back of the soldier's head, then pulled the trigger. There was an audible clacking, and a spike that was an inch and a half long flew from the barrel of the weapon and into the back of the soldier's head, dropping him like a bucket of hammers. The two men in line next to the fallen one looked at the sound. One shouted, the other was stabbed by the Commander's cutlass.
The rest of her men, who were lined up behind her, carried a much longer weapon. Where her's was meant to be used with one hand, theirs were meant to be stabilized with a second. It had a greater range and stopping power. The eight of them pulled their triggers in unison, the loud synchronized clack was heard, eight more men went down. Panic gripped the SKC troops. The commander stabbed another in the throat, shot another in the face. Her troops fired again. Eight more loyalist soldiers fell. The body count was twelve before the enemy platoon leader had the rest of his men facing the right direction. At that point the remaining five were shot, and the Commander shot the platoon leader in the chest. He fell from his horse and hit the ground, not moving.
Commander Pailikos had her men police the fallen SKC soldier's bodies. They took the coin, the good weapons, and other valuables. No critical information was on the platoon leader or any of the others.
Overall the Commander was pleased with how the skirmish played out. Twenty six dead enemies without a single one of her own men being wounded. No hard fighting was necessary.
Her men dragged the fallen into the woods, off the road and out of sight.
The Commander couldn't have been happier with the weapons. Smokeless, and without making much noise, the weapons could pierce the regular armor that the SKC soldiers wore with ease. Several shots had punched holes directly through hard points meant to deal with armor piercing arrows in the armor. Though not every shot resulted in an outright fatality, all of the enemies that had been shot were mortally wounded and died within minutes. Accuracy could be a problem with the weapons, but the Flechette rifle and Flechette pistol were great additions to the RJG's arsenal. She was going to recommend that whoever dug them up out of the depths of Helkorth got a promotion. Manufacturing new ones was going to be a problem though, the mechanics inside were a mystery to the majority of the smiths, much like a lot of the other weapons found in Helkorth.
It was a wonder that the SKC hadn't put them to good use prior.
The commander and her men proceeded without hindrance to Delta. Their mission still incomplete.