Guardian Devils

March 14, 2008

Some call us evil, others the psychopaths, the cold killers, but I am a sniper.

Call me what you want it doesn't matter to me or others like me. We know we're really unsung heroes.

I remember sitting in on one hide over looking a CP on the Plateau. A successful raid by a commando unit out of the 105th Infantry had just taken it back 10 minutes before. It wasn't long after they had the base turrets back the Bane came cruising in with a flight of drop ships. The infantry poured out of the their LZ directed by one of those nasty looking bane with energy weapons that launched explosive bolts of energy. I started cracking of rounds at caretakers first, then the Thrax techs, whatever would help the enemy. The officer was obscured by his seething soldiers and I had no clear shot. I was running out of ammo and the commandos out of time. Soon the force field would drop and the bane would overwhelm them, kill them and take the CP again. I was on my last round when the moment I had waited for happened. The shield fell and bane started to surge in held at bay by a withering hail of weapons fire. The officer had let his troops flow ahead leaving him open. I used my logos to help me focus so sharp i swear I could see wind currents with my naked eye. I squeezed the trigger and the Torque shell rifle hummed angrily before cracking and speeding a high velocity Armor Piercing round right in the Officers unprotected neck throwing him over on his side. The bane sensed their boss dead. They stopped for a minute and the commandos pounced and began slaughtering them. I remember a popular sniper saying. "They can run but they will only die tired." Ten minutes later it was over. I came down out of ammo covered in dust and got a nod. Its all I get but I will take it.

To the Bane I am the lurking doom. To the AFS line troops I am their own personal guardian angel of death. My name tag says Josefph, but I am a sniper.

—Jopsefph Mardane