Battlefield 2142 fanfiction

The snow fell, constantly, unrelenting. It never stopped in Minsk. Not even for a moment. I was an Engineer, a Sergeant Gold, allowed access to all the Engineer weaponry and equipment, as well as frag grenades and the Sprintcore 20 Enhanced Endurance drug. I was currently checking on the motion mines, the AE Defuser and PDS-1 bouncing slightly against my hip. The PAC soldiers were coming, but they hadn't been spotted yet. One of my buddies, a Recon soldier who just got his Zeller-H Advanced Sniper Rifle, was giving me overwatch with some of the other Engineers and the odd Assault trooper, making sure we weren't ambushed.

I heard a click on the radio.

"Hey, Garth, you done yet?"
"Almost Alex. We need to make sure these mines are all set."
"Yeah, I know. I'm just freezing my gonads off here."
"We all are. Just keep watching."
"Yeah, I am. Oh, hold up. Enemy spotted. 50 miles out. Tanks, FAVs, APCs, Walkers...and aircraft. Head back. Fast."
"Understood. Alert the base."

I stand up and yell to everyone in the area.

"BACK TO BASE! GET READY!"

I cupped my hands over my mouth so it could get to everyone. Then started running back. I grabbed the Sprintcor injector and jabbed it into my thigh. I felt the cooling then warming sensation, and then the orange flavor just form on my tongue. It was a strange feeling, but after a few uses, you get used to it. Throwing the injector away, I started sprinting, pouring all my strength into my legs, my weapons and equipment bouncing against my body armor, creating a soft rhythmic tune.

After a minute, I could hear the alarms as everyone got to their stations in the trenches. I jumped and slid over the nearest trench wall, and ran past my fellow soldiers. I needed to get to my Walker, get it powered up and ready. I could hear the far off engines of the incoming gunships and transports.

AA fire started up, the red-white plasma shots arcing through the air. Active defense bubbles glowed against the stark whiteness of the sky. Tiny droplets fell on anything that was below their path, the snow particles melting from their passage. Some missiles flew up into the air to greet the aircraft, some hitting on the active defense bubbles, others hitting on the hull of the craft who either activated their defenses too early or too late. EMP explosions shorted out their systems, causing them to begin falling, the pilots fighting to regain control. Some of them popped their hatches and parachuted down. Some troopers hopped out of the trenches to go after these pilots.  

I could see my walker, standing defiant against the snow. My gunner was waving to me from the hatch, urging me on. I ran out of energy maybe 10 feet away. I pushed as hard as I could, but the snow did it's best to hold me away. Soon, however, I managed to get there. I took the PDS off my hip and activated it before throw it onto the rear armor. Immediately I saw the scanner wave on my minimap. I climbed up into the walker, taking my seat in the pilot's seat.

Ethan tapped me on the shoulder from his seat above and behind me.

"Hey, what took you so long, man?"
"Snow held me up. I don't have the legs of Bertha here."
"Snow's no excuse."
"Yeah, well, you try running from the mine fields to here at the drop of a hat."
"I will. Once we get this all done."

I powered up the walker, the drive engine kicking in and straightening the legs out. I pushed us forward slightly, just to get the legs to engage and to check the engine. I turned left and right, and tilted up and down. I flipped the safeties on and hit the triggers, getting greenlights from all weapons.

Flicking the safeties off I hit the radio to Ethan.

"How you looking up there?"
"Snowy skies and greenlights. I'm all set."
"Good, get ready for some heavy fighting. Alex says we have the whole package coming down on us.
"Oh, right, like he hasn't ever over-exaggerated before."

Alex chimed in.

"I heard that."

I moved us forward to just behind the main trench. A few A8 Tigers rumbled past us, going over the bridge towards the enemy. We had to hold the line as best we could, until a Titan or two could arrive. If we could just hold that long, then maybe, maybe, we could hold Minsk.