- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Absolutely no vision.
Let’s give you an image. The map is an urban setting much like Turf. It’s night time and the streets are bathed in shadows, broken only by the piercing glow of the base spotlight. One of your comrades is manning the spotlight, sweeping the street for signs of intruders. So far, so good. Everything is quiet. Too quiet. Then a blue orb arcs through the air, followed by another landing near the generator. For a split second the whole area is awash in a rich shimmering blue glow, rippling off the base walls and then a blinding explosion rips the generator apart. The lights are snuffed out. A sillouette emerges from the night running across the shadowed street. You lift your battle rifle and fire at the figure. You can see your red hot rounds rip into the intruder. Too late, you realize it’s a decoy as burst fire sounds from inside the base. You turn, spark a flare and toss it near the east entrance. A bright red light fills the base and you see a comrade lying lifeless in the east doorway. One… two… three Elite soldiers dart out of the doorway into the base. The base has been penetrated. Muzzle flashes erupt seemingly from everywhere. The defenders begin lobbing frag grenades in the direction of the attackers. You can hardly tell what’s going on. It looks like a crate of fireworks has gone off. Muzzle flashes, red flares, purple shards of light ricocheting off walls, blue plasma grenades, frag grenades, red plasma rounds, battle rifle tracers… a random rocket streaking from the second floor and then, as suddenly as it began… it’s over. You turn your helmet light on and survey the area. All three attackers are dead as are four of your comrades. You turn and, to your dismay, the flag is gone. Darting out the front door you see the flag carrier climbing into one of the base warthogs and then, tires squealing, the vehicle fishtails down the street… headlights swaying back and forth. A distant toot of the warthogs horn lets you know that you’ve just been owned.