Subsequent Fall Part 41: Lavish Livings

Once the starships lifted off the Red Merle Proto, Omaha and Airsoft joined them in a separate shuttle of their own that beat their supplies to the planet. Landing among the highly congested population center that was starving for help. Proto, Omaha and Airsoft all towered over the people as they looked around. These buildings were cramped and completely useless. Holes existed in each and everyone of them as once the three were in the central building they already saw how bad it truly was.

A mortar shell rang by and struck their ship as the explosion leveled the mile around it, Proto, Omaha and Airsoft were slightly scared by the firepower. "Let's hope these upgrades work." Omaha whispered to her brother as Airsoft was ready to speak.

"Aren't you tired and starving? Do you not want to strive for more?" He looked into the crowd as they all were glaring at him in weariness. "We are going to help you put down these evil captors and once you are able to rebuild we will leave, everything in this city has been made by who, those elites who treat you like dirt and make you do everything for them?"

The crowd grew more restless as Airsoft pressed a button on his armor as a beacon glowed at his feet. "We can feed your families, you can feast and refuel to another level. So you have the ability to strike your captors!" A pod came down from one of the escort ships as Airsoft dodged it with ease.

The pod door opened up as crates of food were seen filled inside of it. The shuttle landed as Airsoft prioritized the activation of a mortar shield. Once that was done they had already ate all the food inside of the pod as the forces of the elite stood on the outside of the shield. Ready to mow down everyone.

"Start by organizing food for the weak and getting them healthy." Airsoft pointed to one of the clones as he and a handful of others started setting up food stands. "You. Take a division of drones and repair these fucking shacks into something thats good to live in!" Another clone pointed at himself as Airsoft gave him a thumbs up. "Proto, Omaha, to the frontlines, the three of us have to buy time." the three of them took off to the frontline as Zane stood on the bridge of the escort ship, and helped with the processing of the demands.

"So he thinks three men can take on two thousand, bold. I don't think even with their upgrades they can do it." Zane looked at his suit as it was also improved to their level. Helping direct the other shuttles coming down gently and resupplying the food across the planet as the healthy natives started to redirect the food across their underground tunnels to other cities in order to help their family.

"Sir, may I have permission to speak?" A man dressed in a complete black suit and tie asked a man in a pure gold chair as it rotated, revealing a middle aged man with very few gray hairs mixed in with his black, his suit comprised of a dark red with purple accents.

"Sure, is it about the current situation with the civilian uprise?" Lavish asked the butler kindly.

"They have help, two thousand troops have been deployed to snuff it out." the butler looked as Lavish clenched his fist.

"Let's hope for their sake two thousand is enough to kill them all, if not, raise the city to the ground, don't let them get close to our society." Lavish stood up as the butler sped away to alert the forces. They got the message as Proto, Airsoft and Omaha were in position.

"So, we have setups here and here for the machine guns. Utilize two snipers and move, not just one spot they can destroy." Airsoft planned it all out.

"Can I barrage them?" Omaha held her launchers up as Airsoft nodded yes. Once they slid into position the three of them moved the border of the shielding to include the two thousand waiting men. They looked around confused.

"We have orders to kill each and every last one of you." The officer in the front looked around.

"Time to make three feel like three hundred." Airsoft ripped the pull cord as both machine turrets started firing at the army. Proto took the officer out with a round from his sniper as he fired every round as fast as possible before moving to the next spot.

Omaha braced for her missiles and unloaded both pods as forty rockets detonated on their frontline of the forces. Confusion broke out as Airsoft opened fire with his heavy machine gun. The confusion of all of them caused the three to push their advantage, two thousand was quickly cut in half as the frontline machine guns finally ran out of ammo as Airsoft was out of ammo on his other machine gun.

While they tried to regain their bearings. Proto was taking out whoever was trying to organize all of the action and movement to coordinate their attack. Omaha had taken to the frontline as well, using her sub-machine gun and picking off some of them as the three wondered if it was time to push?

"Proto, do you have a beat on any of them? Are they moving?" The sniper rounds kept ringing.

"They think we are more than three people! They are trying to flank down the left and right sides, if you two take the right I can keep the left safe, despite how much I hate this sniper, Astral made it the best of both worlds" Proto slid down the side of the building as he aimed right down their line as they funneled in. getting shredded by Proto and his rifle.

Omaha and Airsoft took the other side up as per what he said, they came right down the alley as the two started to open fire freely, each bullet severing them as Airsoft had a realization. "Omaha, defend the center!" He shouted as he rotated spots with her. Gunning down more as she left and pulled out her other smg.

She slid back into the center as the remaining two hundred and fifty members all came at once. This was her moment, she charged in and used her smgs point blank, more like a chainsaw as they couldn't aim fast enough to shoot at her. She took them down as Proto and Airsoft were watching at the end of it all.

"So what is the final count? Spit it out." Omaha asked the two of them.

"Spitters are quitters." Airsoft commented as the other two got a soft chuckle. "According to our amazing little assistants. I had six hundred and twenty three."

"Only? I had six hundred seventy." Proto laughed before the realization hit the two boys like a truck.

"Seven hundred and seven kills. Sorry boys, but you get to buy my drinks tonight!" She cheered as it had been a very long while since she had won one of their friendly competitions.