"last stand"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Wednesday 1st of May 2019 08:33:52 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:10:40 AM UTC


Last Stand [OC; explosives, shooting, some minor others; suicide; con, non-con]

Breathe in. Breathe out. In. Out. Luna had been lying in wait, scoped in on the road for a good half hour by now, and while of course the more time she bought for the rest of their troops to regroup and reposition, the better, at the same time the incessant waiting was starting to tear at her nerves more than any combat. 

Even if she already knew the outcome; there was no way a single sniper, even in a good position like hers and the ruins of the village around her filled with traps, both real and decoys, would be able to hold off the whole scouting troop. And Luna had seen the video of the last soldier the enemy had captured, the poor girl slowly tortured to death over the course of an hour; she could not let that happen to her, which was why she'd taken one final bullet out of her magazine to put it to the side, that one was for her.

A few minutes later there finally was some movement, a slowly-growing dust cloud accompanying the scout troop as it came into view from between two mountains; looked like they didn't even have enough transports left for the scouts, that was a good sign. Of course Luna could already have opened fire, but at the distance the angle would have given her distance away rather clearly, so she waited until they'd approached the outskirts of the village before taking aim and firing.

The first shot, right between the eyes, splattered a blonde's brain all over the chest of the soldier behind her, before the next one hit that one in the neck, somehow hitting at just the right angle to tear her head clean off. By this point the enemy were scrambling for cover, and Luna's next shot only grazed her target, leaving a bloody wound but tearing off her bikini top, freeing the brunette's rather sizeable breasts as she dove into the next doorway – only for an explosion and the cloud of dust, shrapnel and bits of gore that followed a split second after to show that she'd run afoul of a trap instead.

Just a few moments later another trap went off a few more metres down the road and a blood-splattered redhead stumbled out of the doorway collapsing in the dirt clutching her stomach, crying and shuddering in pain. Luna was tempted to put a bullet into her, but for one she really should be conserving ammo, and two, leaving wounded for the enemy to take care of would only slow them down further – and if they just put down the injured, they'd still be losses just the same, regardless if now or later. 

As expected, a few moments later the enemy started to return fire, mostly spraying from behind their cover, but seemingly fooled by one of the decoy mirrors she'd set up on some of the other high buildings in the area – Luna of course not having chosen the most obvious tallest building to hide in, but more like the third tallest – none even aimed anywhere near her, giving Luna time to peek out and hit a petite brunette that had just been about to shout something right through the mouth, as well as taking off another's hand and ruining the rifle she was holding, before diving back behind her own cover.

Quickly moving and peering out from another window with a much better-hidden mirror, Luna could see a pair of soldiers trying to flank her, only to be stopped by a tripwire in a doorway, accompanied by a painfully obvious claymore mine sitting right in the middle of the room. And just as she'd been hoping for, they took the bait, taking cover behind the concrete walls of the doorway, then reaching with some kind of stick to trigger the wire while avoiding the blast. …Only for the much better-hidden mine behind them to go off, mostly shredding the blonde's upper body and one bit of shrapnel gouging a huge chunk out of the dark-haired one's head, exposing bits of her brain, the wall in front of them covered in blood. 

Even though the traps and decoys were clearly slowing them down, and Luna managed to take out several more, slowly but surely the enemy were zeroing in on her position, advancing under bursts of covering fire, and Luna herself had taken a grazing shot to her left arm; it really was only a matter of time. Not to mention her ammo was slowly running low, even if practically every single shot was a hit, if not kill. 

Just now Luna hit a tall dark-skinned woman through the side of the car she'd been using as cover, the bullet piercing through her breast and lung, most definitely taking her out of the fight. The return fire, by now clearly aware of her position, made Luna return to cover, cursing as she felt a chipped-off bit of stone hit her face, leaving a painful cut on her cheek. Quickly moving to another window, she hit a brunette that was just starting to advance right in the temple, spraying her brain all over the road, not even waiting for the return fire to swiftly reposition once more, counting her remaining ammo as she reloaded.

Not even a full magazine left. Not good. But then, she'd known it was gonna end this way from the start, hadn't she? Though of course Luna was still going to take as many with them as she could, as Luna peeked out to land a shot on an inconspicuous barrel just as three soldiers were passing it, activating the rather sensitive trigger and the huge amount of explosives that had been hidden in there. The blast, and accompanying load of shrapnel, all but tore apart the redhead closest to the barrel, the shockwave throwing the blonde clear across the road and against a wall where she crumpled into a lifeless heap, her neck bent at a sickening angle, and the third, Asian-looking, one sank onto her knees before collapsing, a large jagged piece of metal jutting from her eye, a puddle of urine forming between her legs a moment later.

Changing positions again, Luna lined up a shot on a busty blonde that was sprinting for the next bit of cover, but apparently this time someone had predicted where she'd peek out, and the very quick return fire made Luna flinch just as she pulled the trigger and instead of the head or even just the chest, the shot hit the blonde right in the crotch, falling to her knees with a shrill scream, making Luna wince; she really hadn't meant to hit her there. Luna briefly considered putting her out of her misery as she slowly crawled to cover, one hand clutching her injury, but ultimately her lack of ammo won out over her empathy, and if the shot had missed the aorta, odds were she'd live.

A couple times Luna spotted a buxom blonde with a long ponytail wearing some insignia on her shoulders, probably the leader of the squad; but the woman was being smart about her cover and when she peeked out so Luna never got a clear shot, and the one time she almost did, she wound up blasting open the head of the soldier right next to her, covering her chest with bits of brain and gore, which hardly even seemed to faze the captain either.

In a brief pause in the fire Luna could see a pair of soldiers rush into a long building to her left leading quite close to the one she was holed up in …but that was also why it was rather deviously trapped, so she didn't pay them any attention just now, instead shooting a careless slender blonde right in the middle of her stomach, sending her to the ground clutching her injury, slowly stopping moving as she bled out a couple of seconds later.

Just as expected a little bit later there was a crashing sound followed by a blast from the building to her left, and as Luna shifted her position to get a better look she saw the petite redhead had been half crushed by a collapsing stairwell as well as impaled on a piece of rebar jutting from the rubble. A few seconds later the other soldier, a busty dark-haired one, stumbled onto the street, her stomach almost undamaged thanks to some kind of cover most likely, but her huge breasts torn to bloody shreds by the blast and shrapnel, collapsing into a pool of blood before quickly going limp. …Talk about giving a whole new meaning to the word booby trap.

At the same time a blue-haired one – how had she gotten that past regulations? – leaned out from cover preparing to throw something, Luna hit her straight in the chest and she collapsed, coughing up blood, but not before having loosed a grenade. It actually hit precisely the window Luna had been standing behind, forcing her to leap away from it across the room, painfully scraping her hands and knees on the rough ground as she turned her back to the blast to minimise the damage, but still taking several rather painful burns and cuts, the shockwave leaving her ears ringing.

But fortunately it hadn't triggered any of the explosives she had set up here for her finale and final 'screw you' to her enemies, so Luna picked up her rifle again, repositioning and firing to take a brunette's leg off at the knee, but when she lined up her shot on a lanky blonde talking into a two-way radio,click. Out of ammo. Well, fuck.

Loading the final bullet she'd set aside for herself, Luna double-checked the detonator connected to her sendoff surprise, and then waited. No need to give the enemy an all-clear too early, they didn't know she was out of ammo, keep them on their toes for as long as possible. The ruse seemed to work for a little while longer, but ultimately the enemy advanced on her position rather quickly, stopping with the return fire, clearly intent on capturing her instead, and a little later the first soldiers entered the ground floor of the building.

This was it. She'd bought as much time as she could, and the traps would surely add some more delay, but for Luna this was the end of the road, and she would not let herself fall into enemy hands alive. Kneeling down with her back against a wall, Luna activated the time-delayed detonator that would hopefully let her take a few more along with her, detached part of the barrel of her rifle to get it to a manageable length, then placed the muzzle against her chest right between her breasts, steadying it with one hand, pointlessly holding her breath and closing her eyes as the other pulled the trigger.

BANG. Luna could actually feel the shockwave of the bullet through her whole body as it entered through her sternum, tearing a massive exit wound in her back, the searing pain setting in a split second later, making Luna tear up and bite back an agonised scream. The blast somehow having torn off her bikini top as well, not that that really mattered much to her anymore, Luna could feel the blood pouring from both the entry and exit wounds, quickly pooling under her, as well as dripping from her mouth as her strength already started to fade.

Placing her rifle beside her, Luna did her best to remain as calm and dignified as she could, only weakly sobbing and shuddering in pain as she just sat still, waiting for death to claim her. It didn't take long at all for her body to grow cold as everything around her became hazy and diffuse, but Luna managed one final faint smile, her mission fulfilled to her fullest extent, before soon everything went dark

***

Seeing as her troops were still clearing the lower levels of the building, the single shot from the top floor could only mean one thing. Catherine smirked at the sniper shooting herself before letting herself get captured; good call, after the hell she'd made them go through to get to her, the remains of the squad would have been quite vindictive in slowly executing her. “We're clear. Enemy forces neutralised.” She announced through the comms. “Dispose of anyone too wounded to walk, then form up with me.”

As her soldiers hurried to comply, multiple gunshots and suddenly-stopping screams vaguely audible, with a faint smile Catherine noted how it was moments like these that showed the true soldiers from the cowards. Like the brunette that was missing her lower leg still resisting, forcing one soldier to kick her to the ground while another knelt on her back and with an audible crack snapped her neck; whereas a few steps further a blonde leaning against a wall with a large bloody wound in a rather sensitive area, breathing shallowly, weakly saluted before pulling out her own sidearm and with only slightly shaky fingers placed it in her mouth before calmly pulling the trigger, spraying the wall behind her with her blood and brains. After the body had stopped twitching, a puddle of urine mixed with blood pooling inbetween her legs, Catherine reached for one of her dog tags, for this display that one deserved a posthumous commendation.

Not that it actually mattered, but Catherine wanted to at least see the face of the sniper that had given them so much trouble, so she entered the building, catching up to the troops that had been quickly securing the stairwell, just in time for them to open the single door at the very top, stepping back to let her enter first, and Catherine carefully approached the body of their fallen adversary to inspect her.

The busty redhead, bearing multiple smaller wounds from their prolonged firefight, was slumped against the wall in a huge puddle of blood, the large bullet wound right in the middle of her chest and the huge spray of blood and gore on the wall behind her making the cause of death rather obvious, her top torn off by the blast to reveal her sizeable, supple breasts, the front of her shorts stained with urine. A shame, they could have had quite some fun with her.

However after all the traps littering the area, Catherine really would have expected something more as a final 'fuck you'- there was a small detonator lying next to her left hand, connected to some bit of wire running into a large pile of rubble right next to her, which was all that Catherine needed to know they didn't want to be here right now. “Fuck. Bomb! Everyone get out!”

To their credit all her soldiers immediately started rushing down the stairs, yet by now it was already to late, as they were only a couple of floors down before the first explosion shook the building, followed by another closer one, then one from below them. This whole fucking house had been rigged as a deathtrap, and they'd blundered right into it. Instead of the stairs, Catherine kicked open a door at the next landing, making a dash for the closest window instead, her odds of living a ten-metre jump were still better than inside a collapsing building. 

However before she could actually reach the window, the floor behind her gave way and Catherine fell, painfully landing on her back one story below, and when she tried to get up she found her leg pinned under a bulky fallen wardrobe. But before she could even start trying to free herself, there was another blast above her and Catherine reflexively – and futilely – shielded her face with her arms, the last thing she saw a massive chunk of concrete falling straight towards her head.