S1, 03 Aurellian Mercy (March 20, 2016)

Hello, the Insurgency members. What I have today is my GC entry and I will be introducing my secondary character. This one is a bit long but that is because I was originally just going to post the model and not write the story. But I did, and that is why it is so long. :P

Name: Eva Brooks

Codename: Raven

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Planet of Origin: Earth

Rank: Spec Ops

Description: Eva is a Special Operations commander. She has been on many missions, mostly consisting of scout operations and information gathering in the war against the Aurelians. Her nickname (Raven) comes from her jet-black hair and strict demeanour. She is blunt and has a straight-to-the-point personality.

Background: Eva had a average childhood, well average until her parents died in a freak accident. She has been haunted by that experience ever since. The only way she finds that she can escape is though alcohol, though she doesn’t let it affect her work. Nobody knows about it, but some may suspect it.

The automatic doors slide open. Blaring alarms greet me as I enter the crowded Control Room.

My eyes quickly scan the room, searching for the man I am looking for. I spot him, he is siting in front of a screen on the left side of the room.

"General Garrison, you asked for me." I say, introducing myself.

"Commander Brooks, there you are. Thank God you're here. These damned Aurelians are raiding the base even though they've already bombed us to death." he responds quickly, obviously under a lot of stress. "I want you to go to one of the areas where the most soldiers are entering and barricade it. I give you permission to use lethal rounds and shoot any Aurelian on sight.”

"And I'm supposed to do this alone?" I question.

"No, of course not, you will be accompanied by five soldiers and two juggernauts."

We jog down the abandoned hallways, the florescent lights flickering eerily and our steel boots clanking on the metal floor. Our guns clutched tightly in our hands, our fingers ready to pull the trigger at even the slightest noise.

I lead the group, with the two juggernauts behind me, one of the two is Trent Gurly, a rookie who joined just over two months ago. He is nice enough but he seems to harbour more anger then I’m comfortable with.

The only other person that I know personally is Lyle, a soldier, I’ve known him all my life. We grew up in the same neighbourhood and we both seemed to share the drive to protect our county. After ‘it’ happened I had no reason to stay so at seventeen I entered the G.I. military, and he soon followed.

Many areas that we pass have been damaged, some of them to such extent that holes were gaping though the wall leading to the crisp Winter night outside.

We quickly make it to the area we were instructed to go to. I push myself up against the wall, careful not to attract attention, and signal the others to do the same.

I listen tentatively, sounds slowly drift though the doorway.
“They must be in there.” I think to myself. There must be about three soldiers, maybe four.

I lift my hand, ready to give the signal to attack. And… Now!

We rush into the room, guns blazing. The Aureliens are quick to respond. I duck behind a crate.

I look up, the Aureliens are hiding behind a large piece of rubble. From my point of view all I see are the tips of their helmets, it would be useless to try to shoot one of them. I’ll have to wait until one of them turns around.

Suddenly a soldier appears out of the hole that they were entering from. I Jump up and blast them, they drop dead on the floor. I then rush back to my hiding place. Two more left.

[Two minutes later]

We are down to one. I have him cornered. I am about to shoot him when I see his face, the look of fear that was plastered upon it. My mind goes back to when I was a kid, when my parents died, I was devastated. If I kill this young man I would be tearing a family apart.

“No.” I say.
“What?” Trent asks.
“I’m not going to kill him.” I respond definitely.

“What are you talking about, Eva? This man has killed so many innocent people.”
“You have killed so many innocent people, Trent! Think of all the soldiers you’ve killed!” I say, raising my voice.
“But, Eva. You don’t understand! This is different.”

“We’re taking him alive.” I say switching my gun to ‘stun’.
“But, please Ev-“
“We are taking him alive!”

I then proceed to shoot the Aurelien in the head.

I sit on my bed, slowly siping from my flask. Garrison was furious, he said that keeping a enemy soldier would just attract more attacks, I told him that we could get information from him, and he believed me. I feel horrible about killing that poor man’s colleagues, I should go visit him…

To be continued…

Well, here's the model. It is about the same size as the hospital room without the hallway, but with way more details. :-)

From the G.I. soldiers's view: In this picture you can see what it would of looked like if you were a G.I. soldier.

From the Aurelian soldiers's view: In this picture you can see what it would of looked like if you were a Aurelian soldier.

Figless: The same moc, but with no figs. :-P

The computer area: \*gasp\* The green switches have returned! Also, please note the cracked screen. :-)

Oh no! It looks like the Aurelien bombs have blow up part of the base. I'll have to fix that. :-D

The G.I. soldiers: From left to right they are: Lyle, Trent, and Eva.

The Aurelien soldiers: The one on the far left is the one that Eva spared.

Last pic: This picture is just to show people how I did the shoulder pad, please feel free to copy it. I didn't come up with the idea someone else did, I don't know who. :P