Chapitre 316: 288. The Siege of Gunner Plaza PT.1
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With that, Sico continued to oversee the final preparations, knowing that soon, the Minutemen would face their greatest test yet. The calm before the storm was always the hardest part—the waiting, the planning, the anticipation. But as the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in shades of orange and red, Sico knew that the dawn would bring with it a new chapter for the Commonwealth.
The morning of the attack dawned with an eerie stillness that hung over the camp like a shroud. The Minutemen had moved quietly in the early hours, making final preparations and checking their gear. The sky was still a dark, inky blue, with just the faintest hint of light on the horizon when Sico called his key officers together for a final briefing.
They gathered around a makeshift table in the center of the command tent, a large, hastily unfolded map of Gunner Plaza spread out before them. The map was marked with red and blue lines, indicating the different routes and positions each team would take. Small figures represented the Minutemen forces, each meticulously placed according to the plan they had devised the day before.
Sico stood at the head of the table, his expression focused and calm. He looked around at the gathered faces—Preston, Jenny, Sturges, Mel, Robert, and a few other key officers—all of them seasoned fighters who had been through countless battles together. They were hardened by years of war, their eyes steeled with determination.
"Alright, everyone," Sico began, his voice steady and clear. "This is it. We've gone over this plan a dozen times, but I want to make sure we're all on the same page before we move out."
He gestured to the map. "As planned, we'll be hitting the Gunners from three directions. Our primary objective is to breach their defenses and take control of Gunner Plaza. We know they've fortified the place heavily, so expect a tough fight. But with our numbers and the element of surprise, we've got the upper hand."
Sico pointed to the southern approach on the map. "I'll be leading the main strike team from the south. Robert, you'll be with me. We'll be the distraction, drawing as much of their fire as possible. Once we engage, the other two teams will hit them from the east and west."
Preston nodded, stepping forward to add his input. "My team will be coming in from the east. We'll have the advantage of higher ground, which should give us a clear shot at their sniper nests. We'll coordinate with the west team to ensure we hit them simultaneously."
Jenny spoke next, her voice calm but resolute. "I'll be with the western team, providing support with the heavy weapons. We'll be focusing on taking out their outer defenses—turrets, barricades, anything that can slow us down. Once we're inside, we'll push towards the main structure and link up with the other teams."
Sico nodded, satisfied with the plan. He looked at Mel, who had been quietly listening, a small radio device in her hand. "Mel, you'll be our eyes and ears during the assault. Make sure all teams are in constant communication. If anything changes or we run into trouble, we need to know immediately."
Mel gave a quick nod. "I'll keep the lines clear, General. We won't be caught off guard."
Sico's gaze swept over the group, ensuring each of them understood their roles. "Remember, the key to this operation is coordination. We hit them hard and fast, giving them no time to regroup. Stay focused, watch each other's backs, and keep pushing forward."
He paused, letting his words sink in. The room was quiet, the tension palpable as the reality of the coming battle settled over them.
"This is more than just another fight," Sico continued, his voice low but filled with conviction. "The Gunners have been a blight on the Commonwealth for too long. Today, we put an end to that. We take Gunner Plaza, and we show them—and everyone else—that the Minutemen are a force to be reckoned with."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the group, the determination in their eyes matching Sico's.
"Alright," Sico said, straightening up. "Get to your positions and be ready to move out on my signal. We'll strike at first light."
The officers dispersed, moving with purpose to rally their teams. Sico remained behind for a moment, staring down at the map, mentally going over the plan one last time. Everything needed to go smoothly—there was no room for error.
A few minutes later, Sico was outside, the cold morning air biting at his face as he walked towards the southern edge of the camp. The Minutemen were already in position, crouched low behind makeshift barricades and natural cover, their weapons at the ready. The tension was thick, the silence broken only by the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze and the soft clink of metal as soldiers adjusted their gear.
Sico found Robert waiting near the lead vehicle, his Power Armor glinting faintly in the dim light. Robert looked up as Sico approached, his face grim but determined.
"Ready, Robert?" Sico asked, his voice steady.
Robert nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be, General. We've got the best men with us—this'll work."
Sico offered a brief, tight smile. "Good. Let's give the Gunners a reason to regret ever crossing the Minutemen."
He turned to the troops gathered around them, raising his voice to address the entire southern strike team. "Alright, everyone. This is it. Remember your training, stick to the plan, and we'll make it through this. On my mark, we move in."
The Minutemen nodded in unison, their faces set in expressions of steely resolve.
Sico took one last look at the horizon. The first light of dawn was just beginning to break, casting a faint golden glow over the landscape. He could see the outline of Gunner Plaza in the distance, its walls standing tall and foreboding.
He raised his hand, signaling the start of the assault.
"Move out!"
The command was met with immediate action. The southern strike team surged forward, advancing in a coordinated line towards the enemy. Sico led the way, his rifle at the ready, Robert and the Commandos flanking him in their Power Armor, a formidable wall of steel and determination.
As they closed in on Gunner Plaza, the Gunners' sentries began to react, alarms blaring as the first shots were fired. The distraction had worked—the Gunners were focusing their attention on the southern approach, just as planned.
In the distance, Sico could hear the faint sounds of gunfire and explosions from the east and west teams, signaling the start of their simultaneous assaults. The battle had begun.
With a grim smile, Sico pressed forward, knowing that today would mark a turning point in the Commonwealth's struggle. This was their moment, and they would not let it slip away.
The Minutemen charged towards the fortress with everything they had, determined to reclaim the Commonwealth from the clutches of tyranny.
The air exploded into chaos as Sico and his team charged towards Gunner Plaza, the stillness of the morning shattered by the crack of gunfire and the roar of explosions. The Minutemen's southern strike team advanced with fierce determination, their resolve steeled by years of surviving in the harsh, unforgiving Commonwealth.
Sico led from the front, his eyes locked on the towering walls of Gunner Plaza. The first wave of Gunners appeared on the ramparts, rifles trained on the advancing Minutemen. The Gunners opened fire, their bullets tearing through the air with deadly precision. Sico and his team responded in kind, returning fire as they sprinted forward, using whatever cover they could find in the uneven terrain.
"Robert, take point!" Sico barked, his voice cutting through the cacophony of battle.
Robert, encased in his Power Armor, charged ahead, a walking fortress bristling with firepower. His Gatling laser spat red-hot beams, cutting through the air and carving deadly paths through the ranks of the Gunners. Behind him, the Commandos followed, their Power Armor clanking as they advanced with methodical precision. They laid down a withering barrage of fire, their weapons blazing as they cleared a path for the rest of the Minutemen.
The Gunners, realizing the ferocity of the assault, began to fall back, retreating behind their fortified walls. Heavy machine guns mounted on the parapets opened up, spraying the battlefield with lead. Sico ducked behind a crumbling concrete barrier, narrowly avoiding a hail of bullets. He popped up, took aim, and squeezed off a few shots, taking down a Gunner who had exposed himself on the wall.
"Keep pushing forward!" Sico yelled, his voice hoarse from the shouting. "We need to get closer!"
Robert and the Commandos continued their relentless advance, shrugging off the incoming fire as their armor absorbed the impact. They fired back with everything they had—rockets, grenades, laser blasts—turning the battlefield into a storm of destruction. The southern team was closing in on the wall, but the Gunners were fighting tooth and nail, determined to hold their ground.
Meanwhile, the eastern and western teams had begun their assault. Preston's eastern team, perched on the higher ground, had the advantage of elevation. Preston was barking orders, his voice steady and authoritative as he directed his sharpshooters to pick off the Gunners on the walls. The Minutemen's sniper rifles cracked, each shot precise and deadly, taking down enemy marksmen before they could get a bead on the advancing forces.
Jenny's western team moved with deadly efficiency, the heavy weapons she commanded blasting apart the Gunners' outer defenses. The roar of her team's rocket launchers echoed across the battlefield, sending plumes of smoke and debris into the air as barricades and turret emplacements were obliterated. But the Gunners were well-prepared, and they quickly regrouped, sending out waves of reinforcements to hold the western flank.
Despite the Minutemen's best efforts, the Gunners' defenses were holding strong. Their fortified positions made it nearly impossible to break through, and the Minutemen were taking heavy fire from multiple angles. The battle had become a fierce, grinding struggle, with neither side willing to give an inch.
Back on the southern front, Sico knew they were running out of time. The longer they took to breach the walls, the more likely the Gunners were to organize a counterattack. He needed to break the stalemate and find a way inside the Plaza.
"Robert!" Sico shouted over the din of battle. "We need to get through that wall! Ready the charges!"
Robert nodded, quickly signaling the Commandos to move up. The Commandos unleashed a fresh barrage of fire, forcing the Gunners on the wall to duck for cover. Meanwhile, Robert and a few other soldiers pulled out explosive charges from their packs. They sprinted towards the base of the wall, placing the charges carefully in the weak spots they had identified earlier.
"Charges set!" Robert called out as he and his team scrambled back to safety.
Sico gave the order. "Detonate!"
A deafening explosion rocked the battlefield, the charges blowing a massive hole in the southern wall. Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring the breach as chunks of concrete rained down. The Gunners on the walls were thrown into disarray, their defensive line suddenly compromised.
"Now! Go, go, go!" Sico ordered, leading the charge through the breach.
The Minutemen surged forward, pouring through the opening in the wall with renewed vigor. They fired at the stunned Gunners, cutting them down before they could regroup. Sico was at the forefront, his rifle blazing as he led his team deeper into the Plaza.
But the battle was far from over. Inside the Plaza, the Gunners had established secondary defensive positions, and they were ready for the intruders. The Minutemen were met with a hail of bullets and laser fire as they stormed the inner courtyard, the Gunners fighting with the desperation of cornered animals.
Robert and the Commandos moved to the front, their Power Armor soaking up the incoming fire as they returned it with devastating force. The courtyard became a brutal close-quarters battleground, with Minutemen and Gunners clashing in a deadly dance of bullets, blades, and energy weapons.
On the eastern and western fronts, Preston and Jenny's teams were making progress, but it was slow and costly. The Gunners were using every trick they had—booby traps, ambushes, and choke points—to stall the Minutemen's advance. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the screams of the wounded as the battle raged on.
Sico pressed forward, his focus razor-sharp as he fought his way through the Plaza. He could see the main building up ahead, the heart of the Gunner stronghold. If they could take it, the battle would be theirs. But the Gunners had dug in, and they weren't going down without a fight.
With the breach made and the Minutemen pouring into Gunner Plaza from all sides, the battle had reached a critical point. The next few minutes would determine the outcome—victory, or a bloody stalemate.
Sico knew there was no turning back. He gritted his teeth, his resolve hardening as he led the charge towards the main building, determined to end the Gunners' reign of terror once and for all. The Minutemen would prevail—they had to. The fate of the Commonwealth depended on it.
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• Name: Sico
• Stats :
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P: 7,44
E: 8,44
C: 8,44
I: 9,44
A: 7,45
L: 7
• Skills: advance Mechanic, Science, and Shooting skills, intermediate Medical, Hand to Hand Combat, Lockpicking, Hacking, Persuasion, and Drawing Skills
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