Maverick Stroud, the older brother of Anya Stroud, is a seasoned veteran of the Coalition of Ordered Governments (COG). Once a highly respected soldier, Maverick's life took a drastic turn when he uncovered sensitive COG secrets that were never mean...
The Ravens flew over East Barricade Academy, fire and explosions erupting beneath them in chaotic bursts.
"Hey, Six-Four," the pilot of KR-25 radioed in, her tone playful. "Lonely up there?"
KR-64's pilot chuckled over the comms. "Cruisin' for a date, Two-Five?"
"Sorry, honey. You're not my type. There's also the problem that my father would kill me," came the teasing reply, followed by another quick laugh. "Radar echoes ahead. Yeah, Command wants us to get this shit locked down ASAP so we can move to a new location."
Before they could respond, several Nemacysts shot past the clouds and slammed into KR-25's hull. The Raven shuddered violently, alarms blaring as flames erupted along its side.
"Ah, shit! Nemacyst!" the KR-64 pilot shouted. "Hang on! Can't shake 'em! Gun One, take 'em down!"
Delta Squad opened fire, their weapons blazing as they targeted the incoming Nemacysts. Amid the chaos, Baird and Anthony quickly took control of the side-mounted turrets, coordinating their efforts through gritted teeth and shouted commands.
The turrets roared to life, unleashing a relentless hail of bullets that tore through the Nemacysts, shredding them mid-air before they could reach the second Raven.
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The Raven descended into the landing zone, its thrusters kicking up dust and debris as it touched down. Delta Squad piled out the moment it landed, weapons raised, unleashing fire on the Grubs scattered across the courtyard.
"Move! Take 'em down!" Marcus barked, leading the charge.
"Let's go!" Maverick shouted, bullets spraying from his Lancer as he laughed maniacally. "I've got enough for all of you bitches! One for you! One for you! One for you!"
Suddenly, a deafening crash echoed across the battlefield. A Boomer burst through the wall, its massive frame looming over Delta. It raised its Boomshot, but the squad reacted instantly. A storm of bullets shredded into it, cutting the creature down before it could fire.
Before they could regroup, another Boomer emerged from the debris, letting out a deep, guttural growl.
"Woah, woah. Big Hoss," Maverick muttered, spotting a pair of bloodied garden shears among the rubble. "Come here, big fella. Just gonna take a little off the top."
Without hesitation, Maverick sprinted forward and leapt onto the Boomer, his body moving with fearless precision. In one brutal motion, he drove the garden shears into the monster's skull and hacked away. The Boomer roared in agony as Maverick delivered strike after strike, eventually severing its head in a spray of gore.
Riding the collapsing corpse to the ground, Maverick hopped off and casually tossed the shears aside, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"That was fun," he muttered, wiping his brow. "Now I feel like having a damn Twinkie."
