Day 1 of the Invasion: 1700 hours, The Paragon Russian Embassy In Atlas Park
Five minutes ago, several major crumbing holes had been blasted into the side of the Paragon Russian Embassy more or less fixing the endless debate over refurbishing the seventy years old building in an instant. Sadly, this kind act of Rikti refurbishing killed several people in the Embassy at the same time and wounded countless others.
Red Commmissar was not in a good mood, and neither were the twenty other Russian heroes who were inside what was nicknamed Red Tape Square, the 3rd floor of the Russian Embassy, which was the desk filled area where a large amount of paperwork was processed.
Luckily for them, aside from a few minor injuries, nobody was killed in that part of the building. Everyone with Red Commissar was a hero too, which was even luckier. However, a small group of Rikti had somehow also noticed this and the newly armoured and armed Soldiers and Drone were stationed outside the Embassy, firing at anything that moved.
Red Commissar was indeed in a bad mood, which later would be even worse. He had finished a massive mound of paperwork for the month and was just about to take the file to Filing Cabinet A before the deadly Rikti beam smashed into the embassy, causing him to drop all his paper work. The flimsy cover he and three other heroes were lying against was also under Rikti fire. To his left was the young hero, Crimson Dynamo and to his right was the much older Kaptain Pavlov who was currently screaming into a Military Radio that until recently had served as the office radio for easy listening.
The cover consisted of several battered desks and semi-molten filing cabinets. The occasional Plasa blast would fly overhead and burn deeply into the cheap grey plaster wall on the far end of the floor. Red Commissar groped on the floor and located his mask and helmet which, next to his rifle were the first things he grabbed when he went into cover.
"Evening Andrei, may I ask you something?" asked Crimson Dynamo, A slim bald man in his late twenties, his costume a black jumpsuit with dark green plastoid kevlar covering the vital parts of his Torso and his hands cracking with electricity.
"Ask it, Popov..." said Red, fixing his mask into place shortly followed by his helmet.
"It is Dynamo old man if you must, the situation is beyond casual talk I must say. Think you can give us covering fire with that monstrosity?" muttered Ivan Popov indicating to the battered modified Hero Corp Longbow Assault Rifle laying at Red Commissars booted feet. Brief thoughts of Hana, Lynix, Little Ivan and his many friends and comrades flitted through his mind. He tapped his SG Communcation Badge and muttered something in it. He put the Workers on Red Alert.
"Of course it can, It is made for this. And so can I. I was shooting enemies of the state before you were parted from your mothers teat. What do you have in mind?" Red Commissar loudly shouted back, as the Rikti Plasma barrage suddenly intensified.
On the other side of the Room, Several Russian heroes were bracing up their own defences with whatever debris they could find and use in what was left of the office. Snow Voice, clad in her light costume of a fur tunic, red beret and dark camo trousers shouted something at Dynamos direction.
"I have a crazy plan old man, Just keep them from frying me up!" shouted Dynamo back, before quickly bolting from cover.
"Damn kids! going to kill themselves!" Red muttered in reply, grabbing his Assault Rifle, and getting into position behind the desk. He noticed the three Headmen Gunners ordered the Infantry to fire at Dynamo who was annoyingly moving quite slow for a live target in Red Commissars opinion, electric shield or not around him.
Red snapped the safety quickly off and then moved his right hand to small set of switches on a panel that was modified onto his Rifle and selected 'Heavy Composite Armour Piercing' Ammunition. The hand then slid quickly to the underside of his Rifle. The Rifle it self shook and hummed briefly. Hammerspace was still working, thank god.
Red Commmissar pulled his trigger in short steady bursts, his gun shuddering against him. The bullets slammed into the group of Rikti, a few lucky shots had felled several of the Infantry but only stunned some of the Headmen. The Rikti Group quickly split up and dived for their own cover in the shattered Atlas Park Street.
Red raked whatever he could hit with his Rifle, the gunfire was loud and several other weapons joined in with him on the same floor and below. He could even hear somebody firing an AK-47, even though the bullets were useless against the old Rikti armour.
It was going to be a really long, bad day for everyone.
