[quote]"Miss Weinheart, please turn away as this procedure is not for the faint of heart."[/quote]
"Mate, I'm a biologist. I have to see this. Gunna be great!" she claps.
Bucky manages a smile and nods to Maddox. "Yes, thank you Mad. Have a good one." Maddox hears Bucky give a quiet little shout of victory as she manages to fix something from her tablet. The peppy android moves onto the next task after her little celebration.
Mercy, who was still scrubbing her hands and arms down after the shitbeast was now thoroughly intrigued, and set down the washing equipment for a minute to walk over (at a safe distance) and watch the procedure. "I, ahm. Spines aren't meant to look like dying snakes, right?" She leans back against a nearby counter, folding her arms, "Well, if nozhink else, zhis should be interesting."
((Hunted down when Hariim gave Taylor his service record, and working from there.))
[QUOTE]"Did you consider my candidacy for XO at all, Captain? I never heard back from you about my service record."[/QUOTE]
Candidacy for XO? Service record? Taylor raised an eyebrow, then realized that she had forgotten completely that he had submitted for XO right before the away team departed to retrieve the bombs. She had been so focused on the op that she never read his service record and credentials, which were sitting unopened on her holotablet. There was also the fact that at the time he put in for XO, it had just been revealed that Rask had cameras in all their rooms and had been spying on them, so she was also too preoccupied with being embarrassed about the whole thing.
She rubbed her neck. "Fuck, I completely forgot to read over it. I was focused on overseeing how things were going on the ground with you and the away team that I never opened it. Let me do that now and look it over." she said, pulling out her tablet and switching it on. She found the file, opening it quickly, and began to read over it while they were standing there.
Maddox marches down towards the cargo bay and finds a lone crate where he sits down. He began to count his ammo.
-----
At the bridge Vakarus was busy monitoring the sensors to make sure that no hostile craft or ground forces would sneak up on the Muramasa and the Cataract.
Most people would find the waiting boring but Vakarus enjoyed it, even though glory was gained through victory even the most hardened warrior should never forget the importance of patience and the ability to see what others would miss.
Hariim is an old soldier, with a little over 22 years of combat under his belt. Enlisted voluntarily at age 18 into the SDF navy, tested well for both combat and technician duties. He was trained as a Combat Technician, a front-line EWAR and electronics systems specialist tasked with managing data flow and squad systems in-situ. The first two years of his service read somewhat normally. Border security, ship and station infiltration, brush wars, pirate busts. After that first two years though is where things get interesting. During a raid on a terrorist asteroid hideout Hariim took a shot to the head that lead to what he is now.
For twenty years after his cyborg-ification he worked to pay off the debt owed to the SDF military as per their laws. Twenty years of constant front line duty as an SDF space marine, a special forces operator, and a slew of other jobs currently covered in black ink. He's worked in every position from a boot camp private all the way up to an SDF-SF Lieutenant Commander. His service records show that the only leave he ever took was mandated by his superiors. Whatever his jobs were, he took to them with zeal and simple dedication.
He does have a few things noted which draw attention. Namely a psych-eval. Despite his propensity for doing good work, Hariim has lost some amount of connection with what his peers might call 'Normalcy'. His implants give him a form of transhumanity, allowing him to process information and experiences at inhuman speed.
A note from one of his doctors elaborates on this, describing how Hariim's abilities mean that everything and everyone around him seem slow and sluggish to him. This can lead to him getting bored and trying to puzzle out how someone or something might act a few steps ahead, or causing him to over-analyze social interactions with non-augmented individuals. All of which can make him a bit of an oddity to work with. But where he's given work to do he is quite effective, and an excellent asset.
"I put 20 years in the Service. Once I worked off my debt to the state I got my honorable discharge. I don't take well to civvie life, so I've kept working. I've done a few stints as XO for past units, and worked as a squad leader a number of times back in the day. I know how to lead, and how to take initiative. All I need is the chance, captain."
Taylor looked pretty interested as she read over the file and notes. Hmm, he's fully qualified for it. Definitely more than a worthy candidate. She should have looked at this sooner. "Alright. I'll definitely keep you in mind then. I might go ahead and count Alex out. He knows the crew and ship, but lacks on the experience front. I need to see Jag's records first before I make a final decision." she said, glancing up from the tablet as she heard him speak.
"Thank you, Captain. I'll await your decision then. Guess I'll get back to minding the computers then, still have a few systems to clean out and fix up." Hariim salutes, turns, and goes back onto the bridge to resume his work.
((Long post incoming, special thanks to Sega for proofreading and editing.))
[quote=Intergalactica]After several long hours of tireless debates, the UGC Security Council has concluded it's summit.
Speaker of the Council, Valria Ki will be speaking shortly on the behalf of the Council and it's final decision on the matters of the war and the state of our interstellar union.
Live feed steaming in 3... 2... 1...[/quote]
"Greetings to you all," Council Speaker Valria said with a firm, feminine voice. She was a Vanapod, a tall and lankly species, and was typical of her kind. She stood with her two upper arms hovering over the podium, her two-digit fingers holding onto it's marble sides. She wore a long, loose robe that covered her dark, olive-toned exoskeleton.
The dark and featureless row of eyes which made up most of her forehead stared into the camera while two other Representatives in formal uniforms stood firm, their backs straight, nearby in the background. Behind them, the flag of the UGC covered the wall. To her right, Peacekeeper Star Marshal Haze stood with his arms crossed behind his back while she spoke, and to her left, Representative Evira of the Kanad Collective clutched a cane in her hands, her wizened, clouded old eyes full of fiery intensity.
[quote][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glAEauHXu0s[/media][/quote]
Valria continued: "It is for you, the hardworking citizens, who live freely in the governments that make up this grand union of species, that this United Galactic Community stands firm; even in times such as these. You and your collective nations of worlds strive for interstellar security and freedom, inspiring us to hold strong in the face of hostilities from the new sanghvi threat, and the raiders which hail from renegade quadrants.
"It is only through our united strength, our unbreakable will, that we can stand in unity against such threats- to protect our safety, our liberties, and even our very lives from those who wish us harm. While it does sadden us that some of our members have left our union in recent years, we must not waver in our just cause to uphold our common values in the pursuit of happiness.
"Make no mistake: these unfortunate departures from our community have only occurred due to the intense pressure, brought on by savage and merciless attacks by this new sanghvi threat which arrogantly claims itself to be the Mantle reborn. It is nothing but an aggressive band of terrorists, a dwindling collection of interplanetary rabble trying to force the misguided dream of an long-gone empire. It is a shame that its violence befalls those who suffered under the true Mantle's tyranny for many years.
"The Mantle is gone, and with it, it's subjugation of so many unwilling and defenseless populations. To those of you listening who sympathize, support, or even actively partake in the unlawful actions of this misguided terrorist organization: know that this group tragically clings to ideals that are best left forgotten. We urge you to leave them behind before it's too late, as these overzealous desperadoes have proven to be unstable, untrustworthy, and insatiable. Inevitably, they will turn their hatred onto themselves, and most assuredly, yourselves.
"We are all waiting with open arms for any of you who see the light. Come back and rejoin our peerless Community, as we are willing to go to any length to help you prosper within our ranks. You will find that the doctrine of hostility held by the fallen Mantle and its contemporary imitators will not exist within our space, for we are free of such trivial things. Especially now, as hardship has united us more then ever. With our latest reforms, we have extensively strengthened our peacekeeping forces and reinvigorated the prosperity within our space.
"And to you, the most committed defenders of this faction, we can only ask: why continue to fight senselessly?
"Your horrific series of unprovoked, and frankly, sadistic assaults targeted innocent and defenseless UGC aid vessels; they were selflessly providing relief to the struggling former colonies left behind by the ebbing tide of empire- those which the Mantle betrayed and ravaged during the years in which the sanghvi suffered most harshly. Have you so soon forgotten the devastation of the war? It is doubtful, as the unity of your race was shattered, and in its wake a pointless and brutal civil war nearly brought your species to extinction. If you make this mistake again, and once more set your bloodthirstily gaze upon your celestial neighbors, you may very well doom yourselves to that unthinkable fate after all.
"[i]We[/i] will certainly not forget the black mark left behind by that conflict, burned into the galaxy's history as innumerable innocent civilians were murdered by the Mantle's hands. [i]We[/i] will not stand idly by as this new, false 'Mantle' tries to open wounds with its senseless raiding and pillaging, assailing the brave souls that simply wish to help the ones that your predecessors had forsaken.
"This acts were doubly intolerable, as they were committed on the heels of one of this century's greatest injustices. I am speaking of the unjustifiable, deplorable acts perpetrated by Harken Saw and his Privateers. The opportunism shown by your ilk in the wake of such a tragedy will leave an equally dark stain, one which will forever mark your hollow cartel.
"In contrast, this chain of damning events has only strengthened our unity, and soon it will be shattered by the undivided and untarnished might that burns within our revitalized protection forces."
Her passionate speech was watched by countless viewers throughout the cosmos, and even more tuned in to listen. She stood tall as the chamber applauded, her eyes straying but for an moment to her side, lightly nodding, before turning her gaze back onto the camera's lens.
"I will now introduce Councilwoman Evira of the Kanad Collective's delegation, a most esteemed representative and a political veteran of previous Sanghvi conflicts; she will now be delivering her speech on behalf of the kanad people. Thank you," Valria said peacefully, stepping down to leave the stand for Evira.
Evira Vor'Pangn, the most senior kanad representative in the UGC, was guided to the podium by an aid who set a small footstool out for her to use. She calmly and carefully stepped onto it, laying her cane across the top of the podium before speaking in a rasping voice. She didn't look into the camera, but rather through it, as she was as blind as a bat. Her slow and measured words were tinged with heartache, and were eloquently translated via closed captioning:
"[As most of you know, kanads do not live long, compared to other species. We grow quickly, we mature, and we are thrust into endeavors which test our resilience as individuals. And we do not fade, as other creatures do; we stay able and sharp, until our sixth decade, when collapse befalls us each, rapidly, in ways which rob us of our strength and our senses. While some among my people may decry any mention of a spirit to be superstitious nonsense, I have come to realize that, in my old age, I am not just a body and a collection of failing neurological passageways. A lifetime of experience hangs tethered to me, dragging me down like iron chains of grief.
"[When my people first confronted the sanghvi threat, I spoke before this assembly as a young woman and a junior member of the kanad delegation, still full of energy and a passion for doing what is right and just. If I had known how illogical, how rapacious and cruel our northern neighbors were at their most essential nature, I might have realized the harsh reality that we are now collectively confronting: there is no negotiation, no concession, and no goodwill overture which will turn the sanghvi away from war. I, and all kanad people of my age, would see the majority of our fleeting adult lives consumed by the aggression which we continue to oppose.
"[I cannot see the faces of the men and women who have already given their lives fighting this phantom. I cannot see the children who will soon grow into soldiers for the sake of defending not just the Collective, but the entirety of the United Galactic Community, but I do not need to. For while kanad lifespans are short and filled with conflict, the passion which once coursed through my veins, the unyielding desire for liberty and prosperity for my people and those of our brothers and sisters throughout the community, surges in the bodies of a new generation. Their eyes would freeze my blood with their dauntless bravery as they once did, thirty years ago. In these ways, I can see them all.
"[The Collective will honor its allies with full and utter commitment to the continued opposition of this deplorable threat. And while I may soon be relieved of these dragging chains as I pass on of my advanced age, I know I will die with conviction that our united efforts will someday triumph, once and for all, over our greatest adversaries. This is the utmost assurance I could ever offer this esteemed assembly.
"[Thank you.]"
As the applause died down, the departing Councilwoman introduced the next speaker, in heavily-accented English: "Next to speak, Star Marshall Haze, chief commander of Peacekeeper forces in Border Zone." She then gently left the stand to renewed applause, picking up her cane and descending the footstool which was swiftly removed by her aide. Haze then took the stand.
He let out a deep sigh, his gait baring an heavy limp as he stepped into the camera's view. His head was hunched as he took a moment to collect his thoughts before slowly locking his sight onto the camera's lens. His Tetrian face bore many scars, one of his eyes was white and his complexion proved a long history of battles dating back to his youth.
"Greetings, citizens," Haze spoke in an dry, gravelly voice. His eyes held a blank and tired stare. "While Fleet Admiral Sidas Inesimam is unable to join us today, both of us are working hard, around the clock, to protect the UGC and Collective space from the sanghvi invaders that wish to retake worlds such as Voyak or Surdeen. We will do whatever it takes to ensure that such an outcome is impossible, as will every able-bodied Peacekeeper who stands with us.
"You have given us time to grow stronger, and indeed we have- our critics once called our administration incompetent, our soldiers nothing but helpless prey. Our critics speak no such words today, as they have witnessed nothing short of total transformation. No longer are our infantry running into battle with nothing but the surplus gear of a bygone age; no longer are our war vessels built from the lowest bidder within crooked Elysium space.
"Now we are stronger then ever before, in number... In resource... In unity..!" The marshal paused as the low murmur of the chamber swelled with enthusiasm.
"Brother to brother, the Peacekeepers stand in unison on Voyak, on Sigas, and on every world within the Border Zone. We lie in wait with our rifles at the ready and our warships' cannons primed to halt those who wish to divide and conquer us. To bring us to heel and trap us on coreworlds alone and isolated. Brainwashing us with their lies of a great "sanghvi peace," achieved by driving other unfortunate races into thrallhood. Their empty words offer no path forward for the peoples of the galaxy.
"Time and time again, their forces have proved themselves unwilling to engage us in more than simple skirmishes. Sirlisk IV and Darastand stand as the only examples of battle in which their forces encountered an armed opponent, two battles, I remind you, which ended with decisive victories on our part. From these facts I must conclude that they do, in fact, fear our just cause. Instead, they have been seen as of late striking out against other renegades, those hiding within the troublesome Northwest sectors.
"We know, firsthand, the fate of those who surrender to the Mantle, both the one of old and this crude and hollow imitation. Slavery awaits them, and they are robbed of the basic right to explore the stars, the right to come together with their interstellar brothers and sisters. Forced into absolute submission with their skies forever clouded by their sanghvi masters, they are used as puppets to further the deception. Freedom is forever withheld from them, independence, merely a joke.
"But," he said as the chamber voiced its disapproval, "this fate will never come to those who do not surrender. And as our strength grows day by day, and theirs deplete more and more, we can confidently declare: we will not surrender!"
The chamber boomed with its loudest applause of the evening. At last, Haze calmed them with a wave of his hand. "Every Peacekeeper standing guard is utterly committed to the cause; every one of them is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to protect our freedom. Their will is mightier than any weapon- To give everything they have to guarantee our eternal liberty. This is something no slave-driving empire can achieve, as this so-called Mantle will soon learn. To them I say, send your best, and prepare to witness the shattering of their ranks against an unbreakable wall!"
The applause which followed was sustained for quite a time, as it was clear that the speeches were concluding. Haze's grimace shifted to an approximation of a smile before he spoke his last- "And with that, we must bid you all farewell. As the critical moment draws nearer, my oversight will be needed. But thank you, free citizens of the galaxy, for standing with us tonight. It has been an honor to strengthen our resolve."
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[QUOTE]"Mate, I'm a biologist. I have to see this. Gunna be great!"[/QUOTE]
"Understood." Hestia said while preparing the medical instruments built into her arms and hands.
Dozens of needles and scalpels could be seen in many shapes and sizes emerging from her cold, metal fingers.
Hestia took an long look over Porter's damaged body before walking over towards his back.
"Alright, Porter. We're going to begin with an injection of medical nano machines and sedatives to ease your body's muscles. Feelings of numbness should reside later within the hour."
Hestia explained coldly to Porter as she laid her left hand on his shoulder before light jabbing his lower back with an two pronged needle, sending an array of nanites throughout his body. Flowing though his bloodstreams under Hestia's direct control.
Ares walked onto the bridge of the SNV Shadow and did a short informal salute to Captain Reed. "Guests are on the ground and the UGC has been notified. Resupply should be done in an hour then we're good to go."
Valerie nodded. "Thank you for the update Ares, dismissed." Ares nodded and left the bridge, leaving Valerie on the bridge with its current skeletal crew.
Following the destruction of Brakavic station the SNV Shadow had taken a detour from its mission on the planet of Zyur II to drop off the surviving Diamondback PMC mercenaries.
Positioned just one short jump away the planet of Eridia, a outer rim fortress, was the best candidate for a safe drop-off.
After making sure that the three Diamondback contractors and their ship was in the safe hand of the Eridian Armed Forces, Ares and his team had paid a visit to the local UGC embassy (as Eridia was still a member of it) to notify the authorities of the destruction of Brakavic station.
Having finished that the members of Strikeforce Ares had returned to the ship just in time for Captain Reed's announcement of a three hour rest for the majority of the crew.
With Zyus II not all that far away the crew could use free time; for Valerie knew that the mission ahead would be a tough one.
Just before they made planetfall a priority one transmission from the SSOID had been patched through, with Director Williams himself notifying the crew that Sol, and its allies, was now at war.
She sighed. Outside of the window she observed a group of birds fly off into the horizon. She wished Leon would've been here with her. Not Lion the robotic soldier full of remorse but the man she had grown up with. Her brother's best friend. Valerie sighed again.
She wished that Victor would've been here too.
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Meanwhile at the EAF Office of Defense & Intelligence HQ located in the eridian capital of Atar, Captain Varia Reyes of the Mech Assault Force marched down a densly populated hallway with her helmet at her hip.
On her right was Sergeant Aquino and on her left Corporal Varshokk.
As she passed by people nodded; soldiers, officers and politicians. It didn't matter. Reyes was a legend in the EAF and the eridian people owed her a great deal.
She arrived at the door which was opened immeadiately with both guards saluting. "Captain, go right in."
Inside the room was a small crescent-shaped table with five chairs. On the other side was a large holoprojector which was currently offline. Reyes and her two men sat down.
At the same time the door was locked and the lights turned off.
Soon the projector came online, showing a man in a EAF general's uniform. "Greetings, you may remain seated." He said in a neutral tone.
General Harkin looked up. "Good to see you Captain." He looked at Aquino and Varshokk. "Sergeant. Corporal." The two latter nodded in response.
"Sir, why have you called for us?" Asked Reyes.
Harkin put his hands together. "I have called for you and your men Captain because Eridia might be at war."
The three soldiers looked surprised. Eridia had never been at war.
"WarCom have picked up some disturbing chatter from a dozen of surrounding systems and I fear we might end up as another victim in USR's rampage. So far we have no ID of the broadcasters but the chatter we've heard suggests that there are massive troop movements happening right outside our front door. What's even worse is that some of it suggests that we already have trouble here, right in our front yard."
Harkin lit a cigar and sat silently for a minute, letting his words sink in.
"Two weeks ago we had a power outage roughly ten miles south of Jadom- nothing serious, it only lasted for thirty minutes- which shouldn't really surprise any of you as we all know that the power grid in the mountainous regions can be glitchy from tiem to time. We didn't think of it at all untill we heard the chatter. After that I had AirCom do a quick fly-by of the mountains around Jadom. That's when we found it."
A secondary hologram appeared, showing a aerial image of the mountains south of the city of Jadom. These mountains were normally uninhabited aside from one or two lone hermits. Yet the picture clearly showed some kind of vessel sitting all by itself in a isolated valley.
"Is that...?" Said Aquino as the realization kicked in.
"That is indeed a ship Sergeant Aquino. Stealth design. Unknown class and manufacturer. Completely unknown to our database." Harkin paused.
"The power outage I mentioned, it was no accident. Maintenance crews which were sent to investigate found two fried power relays. They had no explanation for the damage since it looked like lightning itself had struck. Which is wierd, seeing as two weeks ago was one of the dryest weeks for the past six months."
Harkin put the cigar to his mouth and inhaled before exhaling deeply. "I'm not going to lie. This looks bad. That's why I'm sending the MechForce in."
Varia looked up. "You're deploying the entire MechForce, sir?"
The general nodded. "Indeed I am. If this is as serious as it looks we'll want to find the biggest boot we have and squash this thing before it gets worse. I refuse to go down in history as the general who let Eridia fall to a rag-tag group of madmen."
At this point the three soldiers were standing. "You have untill dawn. That's when we strike. Good luck."
With Taylor's go-ahead, the Muramasa was ready to continue its mission. Owen slowly pushed on the throttle and checked for problems in thrust-vectoring and control surface operation. Meanwhile, a full systems diagnostic was being run to report on Bucky's repairs.
CH Estimate: 2/5
[B]Actual: 2, 1, 4 (Multitasking)[/B]
Roll Passed.
By this point in the mission, it likely came as almost no surprise that Bucky was able to do the impossible, given her incredible ability to juggle tasks. During the flight into the desert and the short pause in the mountains, Bucky remained fully committed to the task of restoring the Muramasa to order, and it clearly paid off: after patching over the literal holes left behind by the enemy fighters' rocket fire, Bucky managed to bridge severed electrical and data connections, coolant and hydraulic tubing, and, most impressively, had managed to gut what was left of the two wrecked flak cannons and install replacements fashioned from a combination of spare parts and custom-machined pieces. She had just finished syncing the second of these new cannons into the defense system network when the ship began to lift off, with loading being the final step before they could be fired. Be that as it may, it was still about three weeks too late for a "Christmas miracle."
Elsewhere, Hestia was tending to Porter's injuries. As it would unfold, Porter was the last to receive treatment, but like the rest of the crew, minus Amy and Valkyrie, he would make a full recovery.
[I]Crew health fully restored.[/I]
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The time had come for the SULP representatives to depart. Yanim and Constantine bid them farewell, having finished closing all deals with the revolutionary movement while Rask was handling the mission at hand.
"<If we are successful,>" Beshyem said, as he stood at the door of his personal shuttle, "<Seloveha will be your ally and a welcome host for your company, should you require a base in this region. You have been most hospitable.>"
"<You have our word,>" Myaga added. "<This rifle will end the rule of a tyrant,>" she added, with a peculiar nod at Yanim. The kanad smiled at her, wondering if she had found an ideological compatriot. Soon, the guests had left the hangar in their craft, leaving the commanders of the Aurikha to walk back to the bridge together.
"It seems like you're exactly who they thought you'd be," Constantine remarked after a period of silence, hoping to cement the goodwill he had fostered. But Yanim was quiet as she followed a step behind the human. He tried again- "I'm sure this opportunity will help build the company's reputation. There are plenty of other planets in the northwest which are just as ready for a regime change..." Constantine trailed off as he noticed the absence of footsteps in his periphery. Turning around, he found his employer leaning against the wall, five meters back, looking exhausted beyond expectation. Her eyes were fixed ahead, trancelike.
"Terika, are you okay?" he asked her. When she didn't respond, he made a frantic call to Neasha, who immediately agreed to meet them where they were.
[quote]Don't try to move her..![/quote]
Neasha's response seemed strange; the serek was reacting as if this had happened before. Constantine watched helplessly as his employer, now clearly suffering and in pain, collapsed little by little until she was on the ground, shaking...
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The special forces operatives were using an elaborate-looking device with a large, curved dish on it and a tripod beneath. Jason could see a pair of operators slowly scanning the terrain around the truck, taking notes...
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: 4[/B]
Roll Passed.
Calmly, the commandos recorded the position of each of the landmines laid out by Jason in the surrounding area while the others began to retreat from the danger zone. Jason watched as the red dots on his monitor moved away to a safe perimeter before the dish operators did the same. Then, a sniper somewhere in the rocks began to fire a series of pinpoint-accurate plasma blasts, detonating the mortar charges harmlessly one by one.
[B]Two Turns Until Ambush.[/B]
[B]Four Turns Until Extraction.[/B]
Maddox tapped Wilson on the shoulder. "Keep her steady ace, if this Jason guy is telling the truth we might lose some paint down there."
He turned around and returned to the cargo compartment where Jag, Markus, Hariim and Mercy currently were present. "I hope you're all ready." He said before sitting down next to Markus.
With a simple click Maddox sealed up his visor and began to do his final gear check, making sure that he had enough ammunition, working comms and his arsenal of tools and other utility devices ready.
He fished out a magazine- not compatible with his own weapon- and tossed it over to Markus. "Use these Koval, they're 12mm compact Koval AP rounds. Should do wonders."
"Aw Damn it.. They got the minefield. welp, time for plan B."
Jason moves to the driver seat to and opens a compartment at the top where the Smoke Grenade launchers are. He then deposits one flashbang grenade he got from the Truck's ammo box into the launcher as well as the other launcher in the next seat. Hoping to the backseat, he sees that there is a new "Launch Grenade" Option in the Monitor Pad.
"If they try to get close again, I'll pop these and they'll be sure they regret it."
Wilson nodded at Maddox's signal. After getting clearance from Rey, the hangar bay doors opened and the Cascade slowly rose off the floor, which was still damaged from the earlier attack. As overtasked as Bucky had been in the preceding hour, Rey and Istasha were even more overwhelmed. Nevertheless, with a push of the throttle, the Cascade thundered out and into the darkened sky, and the whole team began its decent toward the surface at a speed far greater than the larger ships could manage, speeding up the extraction process considerably.
However, by this point, the trio of ships had re-entered the radar screens of Yovek and a fresh flight of fighters was being deployed at that moment, along with something larger and likely more dangerous... But, for the time being, the crew was preoccupied with coordinating the necessary rendezvous. The Sparrowhawk was in the air as well, and it wasn't clear which ships would be engaging which enemies.
On the ground, Jason carefully counted the commandos which were surrounding him. Swearing under his breath, he realized that, in all, there were sixteen in the fireteam, and yet they weren't simply rushing the vehicle as he might have hoped. They were certainly better-trained than the cannon-fodder troopers the Black Fleet had employed against any of the crews as of yet, with the exception of the team which cracked the Muramasa's secure comm lines and ambushed the reservoir earlier that day.
He had his smoke grenades ready for the assault, but would that buy him enough time?
Jason considered his alternatives. Had he made a break before, he might have invited an airstrike against himself... [I]Wait.[/I] Why hadn't they attacked him by air as soon as they discovered his position? Maybe it's because the cargo in the vehicle is too important to destroy... in that case, it would be better to start running again. But what if they're not trying to catch him at all, and this whole supposed ambush is meant for the Muramasa team on its way to rescue him? Is this a two birds, one stone situation? Sweat was beading on the mercenary's forehead. What was the right move?
[B]One Turn Until Ambush.[/B]
[B]Two Turns Until Extraction.[/B]
[B]Three Turns Until Interception.[/B]
[B]Three Turns Until Rendezvous.[/B]
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Neasha didn't hesitate as she pulled the cap off the injector gun and stabbed the needle into Yanim's neck. She had just come stumbling out of the nearest elevator, prepping the device in mid stride with an undeniable look of purpose in her eyes. The syringe was plunged into an artery and anti-toxins were released into Yanim's bloodstream, quickly alleviating her spasms, but it was clear that the boss was still in a great deal of pain. Still clenching her body, she was too weak to explain herself, and so Neasha did so on her behalf while Constantine looked on in deep concern.
"Over the last year, boss has been suffering from a degenerative nerve condition left over from a battlefield incident," she said, flatly. "It comes in waves; usually her implant can handle and regulate the disorder; it's like... It's like the wires are melting together and short-circuiting, and so the computer sorts it all back out again. But every few months, she has an attack like this-"
"It's only been a month," Yanim corrected, wincing and hissing as the tetanus binding her whole body slowly unwound.
"What the hell kind of toxin does this?" Constantine wondered aloud as he tried to peek at the injector for a clue. Neasha quickly replaced the cap and slipped the gun into one of her pants pockets.
"We're not totally sure," the serek answered, darkly. "It might have been a cocktail of some sort. None of us had the medical training to determine it exactly, but we thought we had it under control. Yanim didn't have her first attack until last June, two months after her exposure."
Yanim, now sitting up against the wall, pulled her cap off her head and rubbed her temples with her hands. "That's enough, Nea. We [I]do[/I] have it under control. We don't need people thinking that I'm dying or anything." Constantine seemed skeptical, and had plenty of questions for his employer, but Yanim dismissed him quickly. "Thank you for calling for help, Constantine, I should be fine to return to work, but given that Rask in charge of the operation on Voyak," she reasoned as she shakily rose to her feet, "I don't think anyone will mind if I return to my quarters for the night instead."
Constantine shook his head. "I don't have any objections. You look terrible, boss. Please get some rest." Then, a moment later, he added- "and would you please carry some of that antitoxin with you from now on? That could have been bad."
Yanim nodded. "This won't happen again."
Constantine, albeit uneasy, nodded in return and took his leave. Neasha stayed behind, however, confronting Yanim with knowledge that couldn't be dismissed. "It's happening more often," she said, with a hint of fear in her eyes.
"I know," Yanim replied.
"I don't think it's ever been this bad, either-"
"I know," Yanim interrupted, a distant, sad look in her eyes, "I know."
Neasha followed her boss, trying to confront the issue head-on, even as Yanim seemed reluctant to elaborate on any facet of it. She demanded to know, for example, what would happen if the attacks became weekly or even daily occurrences. What would happen if Yanim were to suffer a heart attack as a result. The kanad kept walking, growing colder and more distant as she went, retreating into herself until finally she reached the entryway into the various private quarters of the bridge commanders. Neasha, having grown exasperated trying to get Yanim to engage her, was at the point at which she was merely repeating herself.
Yanim, having reached her own door, finally turned and looked her in the eyes. "Neasha, why do you want me to say it?" There was suddenly a dreadful change in the atmosphere of the hall, and the serek was speechless. There was no plan. "I wish," Yanim spoke slowly and fearfully, "that I knew how long I have... It's so exhausting, all of this running, and the killing, and the constant bickering over money and power... I'm trying to accomplish everything, everything I wanted to do-" her voice cracked as she was overcome with emotion, "as quickly as I can, because... I'm dying, aren't I? I'm going to die."
Neasha suddenly grabbed Yanim and embraced her. They had been flying together for years, but the two of them had never grown close enough to really become friends, rather than comrades. Yanim always seemed to keep people at a distance, and it was easy to see why. Everyone she had been fond of in her past seemed to either turn on her or to die in some tragic circumstance. Yanim had turned away from companionship and all the pain it brought her and instead had forced herself to confront her own fate bitter and alone. "You're not going to die," is all she could tell her as Yanim sobbed into her shoulder, as much as it seemed like a lie.
[video=youtube;hRaf8MFHrrw]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRaf8MFHrrw[/video]
What Yanim said next completely shocked her. It was barely a whisper, an agonized, suppressed inner voice that had been buried under years of hateful living.
"I- I never had the chance, to- to meet someone, and... and to have a child. The company is what's left..."
"Stop it," Neasha interrupted, frantically. "You said you don't know; you could live a long time. Even... Even ten years would give you a chance-"
Yanim slipped out of Neasha's arms, the weight of her conscience evident on her small body. She had never looked so frail and so uncertain of herself, not even on Zeruel. "Nobody else knows," she said, forcing her implant to temper her own emotions and numb her, "not even Rask. He didn't hear about the attacks in October and December. I- I don't want the crews to know. When I know it's coming, I'll go out on my own terms," she said, bleakly.
"Boss," Neasha replied, quietly, "I'm sorry." Neasha found herself crying at the end of the emotional outpouring, overwhelmed at having known Yanim for so long and yet never truly knowing her.
"Me too," Yanim croaked, embracing her back. "It's alright."
Markus took the mag and looked at the bullets in it. He raised a smug eyebrow at Maddox from behind his mask, "Now yer gettin' the hang o' things."
He inserted the mag into his rifle and pulled the bolt back, releasing it with a satisfied click.
___
Yuga stood at the holotable with a wide stance and looked out of the observation ports of the bridge with her hands behind her back.
She looked over at Vakarus over her shoulder, "This maneuver is sure to attract attention. I want those radars and weapons at the ready, Va'un."
Vakarus nodded. "My weapons are always ready, Yuga'ayrin."
-----
Maddox sighed. "Let's hope for a smooth extraction." He removed the safety from his rifle. "And that this Jason fellow isn't playing with us."
The elevator doors opened up and a group of mech pilots and trooper teamleaders stepped out into the hangar.
"Give me a sitrep, Aquino." Said Captain Varia Reyes as she and her entourage of sergeants and group leaders walked across the hangar floor.
Aquino tapped rapidly on a tablet as he spoke. "The entire Mech Assault Force will be ready in thirty minutes, tops." He handed over his tablet to varia which was showing the current insertion points.
Varia shook her head. "Too concentrated. Spread out the squads to cover more ground. Make sure that all the troopers keep the spacing even between the mechs and trooper fireteams."
She returned the tablet to Aquino who nodded. "Got it."
As the group continued to move through the hangar more and more people broke off to meet with their squads or hop into their mechs untill only Aquino and Reyes remained. Varia smiled as she looked up and observed her mech.
Standing six meters tall Varia's custom mech, [url=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71236376/Starpath%20RP/EAF%20Aegis%20Mech.jpg]The Aegis[/url], was truly one of its kind. Unlike the rest of the eridian MechForce, who used a standardized mech model, Varia had been given the resources to create her very own mech after she founded the MechForce with help from General Harkin.
While Eridia was a peaceful world the original colonial founders had made sure to make security a priority after vast deposits of [i]UDM-1[/i] had been discovered beneath its surface. Skip ahead a few years later and Eridia had turned into a wealthy outer rim world, being amongst the top ten exporters of UDM-1.
UDM-1, short for Ultra Dense Material, was a common material used in the construction of military and/or industrial starships. UDM-1 armor is expensive but it had saved countless of lives for the past centuries.
The Aegis was armed with a dual kinetic cannon and a UDM-1 shield.
Through its wealth Eridia had also developed a strong military unlike most other planetary defense forces alongside its highly advanced infrastructure. The eridian militray was infamous for their unrivaled proficiency in the field of military mechs and combined arms attack & defense tactics which included heavy walkers carrying advanced weapons.
As a result the EAF had set the example for the rest of the galaxy when it came to the use of advanced weaponry and equipment.
Varia's daydreaming was interrupted by Corporal Varshokk, a tall Khergian with sharp facial features. He was wearing a full set of [url=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71236376/Starpath%20RP/EAF%20MechForce%20Trooper.jpg]MechForce trooper armor[/url], just like Aquino minus the teamleader markings. "Captain, are you ready?"
Varia smiled and nodded. She was currently dressed in her unique [url=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71236376/Starpath%20RP/EAF%20Captain%20Varia%20Reyes.jpg]MechForce pilot jumpsuit[/url] which had, unlike the rest of the pilots, a small cape.
She didn't like it very much. But it had been one of General Harkins' demands during the founding of the MechForce. "Heroes wear capes." He had said to her. While she wasn't fond of it she couldn't deny that it did help during recruitment events when she met boys and girls who dreamed of becoming a MechForce pilot. She put on her helmet and climbed into the Aegis cockpit.
"See on the field, boys." Was the last thing she said before the cockpit sealed up. Aquino and Varshokk nodded before walking away.
Meanwhile inside the Aegis the cockpit lit up. [i]"Welcome back, Captain."[/i] Said a dark robotic voice.
"Thank you Vahagn." Replied Varia as her helmet HUD began updating to show the current status of her mech.
"Are you ready for the mission?" She asked.
"Always." Replied the mech AI.
For a very long time, Yanim sat in her large, sparsely-decorated quarters and stared at the wall, its paint faded from the decades the Aurikha had been in service. Skada brushed against her leg as he emerged from beneath the bed, finally snapping her out of her trance. Reaching down, she patted her robotic companion on the head before checking the time. Midnight had just passed. She took a long, quivering sigh, and set about recording in her personal log.
[video=youtube;7rEhGLs3fI0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rEhGLs3fI0[/video]
[quote]January 20th, 2385:
I have been wrong about too many things.
I am not proud of the person I am. The things I have done would disgust the people who once loved or trusted me- my mother and father, Ryvik, Iska, Varn, Captain Jeremy... there are others, too. And, I have been spending time just trying to remember their faces exactly as they were. Even two years ago feels like an eternity gone by, as if it were a different lifetime. The people I've surrounded myself with are strangers to me. They only know the persona I've kept up since Kuromo, one obsessed with death and destruction. I used to console myself, 'I am not a soldier!' ...what happened to that girl? I was naïve then, of course, but I had no reason to delude myself. Rask sees right through me and my hostility.
He knows that I'm still scared 'when the lights are out.' I try to deny it at every turn, to be a disciplinarian, a rebel, and a heartless spawn of hell whenever the moment calls for it, but as hard as I've tried, I cannot become the mask. I've fooled all the wrong people, and yet, I've yet to fool myself.
What a fucking waste it's all been.
Out there somewhere on Voyak, there's a crew on a ship called the Muramasa, and another on the Cataract. My loyal little pawns... They're out to liberate the galaxy while I stay here in my palace wooing real freedom fighters into buying shares in my weapons enterprise. Is this 'Terika?' Is it "Yanim Sidikan?' I don't know what it's supposed to be. I feel diseased, and I don't mean the palsy which is slowly killing me. I'm drowning in pride, and envy, and ambition turned megalomania- the sorts of things my enemies posses. I've become a parody of myself.
Perhaps it's time to turn this company over to Rask completely. It suits him more than it suits me, and moreover, the crews will not have much use for a dying woman. I'm certain that he'll use it for evil, but I'm not so sure that I have been using it for good. That was the idea, wasn't it? I was going to save the good people in this galaxy by doing the bad things they wouldn't do for themselves. I've been weak. Sekadera saw through me long before Rask did, and Viper as well. Why didn't I listen to them!? And now it may be too late to make amends.
I am beginning to understand what they stood for. The only way to do right was to do good, and vice-versa. Maybe I shouldn't poison the galaxy even further by turning Belladonna over to Rask. I may not have much time left to live... now is the moment when I must stop being weak, wicked, and prideful, and to seek out whatever means I have left to repair what I did on Kuromo. And if I should retain control of this company long enough, I will change its course and serve as a better example to the crew. I'll fight alongside them again...
...and I will show my true face to them, not as kadaren, Terika, the boss. They will know Yanim, a friend. A very sick friend...[/quote]
((I will begin the final battle in the Voyak operation in my next posting, but I want to give Jason one final chance to act, just in case my previous post above entices him to change or modify his plans.))
[I]"This is it, fight or flight Jason. The whole crew is counting for you to bring that Archive to them and you'll not let them down. Not now, not ever.[/I]
Jason closes his eyes for a bit and reminds himself about his goals,struggles and determination to fight till last man. Ever since he joined the Sparrowhawks, He always wanted Adventure. with a dash of danger and a bit of money to earn. Jason wanted this to happen. Back against his wall with every struggle and every opportunity all in the line just to walk out alive and well. Jason opens his eyes and sees the red dots in the scanner again, Trying to enclose him. Jason prepares to release the defense drones when they get close and pop the flashbangs and then mow them down with Machine Gun turret, when they start firing, Switch the turret to Automatic then start evading.
"Bring it on.."
((Note: For the purposes of this battle, Yadahr's truck will be treated like a "pet" and will have its own HP - 500 total.))
The moment was finally here. Everything the crew had been struggling to put together on Voyak was about to be put to the test, and while things didn't quite shape up the way they believed they would, at least it was conceivable that the only real failure in the operation would be the surrender of Frosty's unconscious body.
The truck was parked atop a small hill in a muddy patch of ground among rocks jutting out in all directions. Jason had hoped that this would be adequate visual noise for the truck's camouflage paint scheme to come in useful, but this had clearly not been the case. Now, the terrain was providing its own advantages and disadvantages. The muddy ground was difficult to run through, especially for the quartet of heavily-armored shock troopers among the force. These four, two wielding OBN-2 armor-piercing rifles, and two with OBS rocket launchers, would pose the greatest immediate risk to Jason's life, and would be more difficult to stop. The other dozen were all lightly-armed and armored commandos, mostly armed with OBV rifles and VRI pistols, but some possessed heavier weapons and specialized tools.
It could easily be assumed that these more nimble fighters would be taking advantage of cover in any way possible, specifically the large rocks. Jason also realized that neutralizing the heavies wouldn't guarantee the truck's safety; anyone could recover a dropped RPG and fire it. The situation was clearly very, very dangerous. But Jason had a plan and he was going to stick to it, and so when the enemy closed in from all sides, he launched his attack to preempt them. The troopers were out in front, leading the charge from each of four cardinal directions, and Jason launched his flashbangs to blind them!
CH Estimate: 2/3
[B]Actual: {2, 3, 1, 3}[/B]
3 Rolls Passed.
1 Roll Failed.
The RPG-toting troopers were positioned at 3-o'clock and 6, while the armor-piercers were placed at 9 and 12. This was apparently to increase the likelihood of one of the latter pair hitting Jason as he presumably sat in the driver's seat. As the blasts went off, signaling the beginning of hostilities, bright flashes of light from four sources caused shadows to blink and change places, nearly-blinding the commandos even as they slogged their way into cover. Both of the OBN users were fully blinded, and one fell stumbling into the grimy ground with a loud splash. One of the two carrying OBS rocket launchers was disoriented, but the last one happened to be wearing a protective visor. Shouldering the rocket, he took aim from the truck's right side and fired.
CH Estimate: 2/5 x 2(Malevolence) = 4/5
[B]Actual: 5[/B]
Roll Passed.
The rocket impacted the broad side of Yadahr's truck with full force, massively damaging its armor plating and nearly penetrating into the chassis itself. [B]50 DMG[/B]
Yadahr's Truck HP: 450/500
At this point, Jeremy's two defensive drones leapt into combat, immediately prioritizing the RPG-carrying soldiers as the greatest threat. While one opened fire with plasma on the recent attacker, the other sought out the one which had lost his sense of direction. Their attacks were like lightning, splitting the dark skies.
((Each drone will be given 50 HP.))
Drone 1: [B]6[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]6 DMG[/B]
The soldier largely shrugged off the attack, however, demonstrating the protective efficiency of the Black Fleet's ballistic armors. Meanwhile, the second drone attacked its target:
Drone 2: [B]9[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]9 DMG[/B]
The blast was enough to stagger the enemy, but otherwise failed to penetrate the powered armor covering his body. Despite the pain, he was still unable to identify the direction of the truck, and one of his comrades had just emerged to help guide him. However, he was forced to divert as another commando had just fallen out of cover by mistake, revealing that the flashbangs had managed to blind more of the enemy than originally thought. Unfortunately, it wasn't clear how many were still in action (not that it would matter by the time the crew arrives.)
And finally, once his drones had done their work, Jason unloaded with the machine turret, trying to mow down the six opponents which had exposed themselves to the counterattack. With such a high rate of fire, the turret was bound to do heavy damage to anyone caught long enough in its sights, but by now, the kanads had realized the danger and were now scrambling toward cover...
Jason: [B]{6, 9 + 10(Assault) x Crit(CH1/2, 1, Failed, x1) + 7(Assault) = 26, 6, 2, 9 + 7(Assault) = 16, 8 + 8(Assault) + 1(Assault) = 17}[/B]
Unfortunately, half of the enemy kanads were able to find cover, taking only grazing damage or hits from ricochet bullets. Not so unfortunately, the three that didn't took nasty blows, with one of the armor-piercing rifle users taking several rounds through his own armor, and the pair of commandos who exposed themselves receiving a number of bloody shots through the legs. They pulled themselves away in the ankle-deep, earthen sludge to cover nearby, crying out for medical help. The unit, however, was busy with launching a counter to Jason's counter. The former Sparrowhawk wasn't going to wait, however, and he floored the accelerator while setting the machine turret to automatic.
As it would turn out, the kanads had a device prepared for just this sort of moment, and Jason's escape attempt depended on it failing. Enter the NSK, a contraption whose initials stood for the kanad words meaning "Mobility Denial System." A commando placed it on the ground, aiming a laser sight at the truck as it began to spin its wheels on the wet ground before pressing down on its trigger. The device, roughly the size of a large backpack, used explosive charges to hammer a pair of stakes into the ground at an angle, anchoring it in place as a rocket-propelled probe was launched out of the front. A chain unspooled behind the probe, intending to halt the truck once the probe had hooked itself within the vehicles body.
CH Estimate: 1/4 x 2(Malevolence) = 1/2
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Passed.
The probe smashed its way through the upper rear of the truck, quickly unfolding into a grappling hook. Jason surged forward several meters before the chain hit the end of its slack and jerked the intended escape vehicle to a halt. Its spinning tires kicked up a wave of mud, a rooster tail, while a second commando implemented another special weapon- a directed EMP, intended to kill the engine.
CH Estimate: 1/4 x 2(Malevolence) = 1/2
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
The commando placed his sights on the front of the truck, holding his trigger down to confirm his intention to dump all of the charged energy in the device in a single-use blast. However, right as it was about to go off, one of his comrades stumbled in the thick mud and bumped into him, causing him to miss and blow his only shot. Cursing, the commando threw the cannon onto the ground and dove into cover while his kadaren attempted a regular old assault on the truck, instead.
Commandos 1, 3, 4, 6, and 7: [B]{5, 2, 8, 2, 7}[/B] + (10 x 5) = [B]74 Total Damage[/B]
Yadahr's Truck HP: 376/500
They were still far from destroying or disabling the vehicle, but it was undeniable that Jason couldn't take this sort of punishment forever. Unable to break loose from the chain which was holding his vehicle in place, he rapidly reversed away from the hale of fire which was wearing down his cab, but hit a rock in the process and nearly broke an axel. All the while, the gun on top fired at each of the enemies which exposed themselves.
Yadahr's Truck: [B]{7, 5, 3, 3, 6, 7, 4, 10 x Crit(CH1/2, 2, Passed, x2) = 20, 3}[/B]
With mechanical precision, the machine turret almost performed better than it had when Jason operated it directly. The four armored kanads were struck with relatively minor blows, in order to further suppress them, whereas the strongest attacks were leveled against the commandos, especially one who had the misfortune of being caught in the neck. It was difficult to tell how much blood was being spilt in the dark, but judging from the increasingly frantic sound of the attackers, they couldn't sustain this sort of punishment either. Something would need to give.
And while it may have seemed likely that the Muramasa's away team, arriving via the Cascade just outside of the kill zone, would be the deciding factor, it was also true that the kanads had not shown all of their cards.
[B]Extraction Begins. Save Jason![/B]
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On the Muramasa's radar screens, it was becoming clear that the fighter wing just dispatched was heading toward the rendezvous point of the Cataract and the Sparrowhawk, while something larger and more threatening, perhaps a another corvette, was heading directly for the Muramasa. The leaders would need to set their priorities, as command wasn't much help; Rask was filling the comm with unhelpful tidbits such as:
[quote]If it turns out the Sparrowhawk kid is dead in there, just get the Archive and bolt, keh![/quote]
Jag stared blankly at the bridge's rightside optical port, loss in thought for several minutes. With it's head starting to dip downwards ever so sightly.
The Sanghvi then suddenly begun to slowly collapse inward, though quickly catching itself in early fall and taking an moment to reorient itself.
Jag then then quickly glaze over the rest of the bridge's floor before letting out an quick shrug with upper body and heading out of the bridge.
It's went over to the armory and begun to replenish it's armaments, restocking the grenades lined across it's belt.
Beginning with it's usual selection of smokes, flashes and chaffs before going with an somewhat exotic additions.
Firstly with a set of EMP Pulse emitters, then an couple of portable plasma shield generators and finishing with a few instant hard foam canisters.
As standard, Jag readied it's Implant with linking the grenades detonation mechanisms and with it's squad's channel.
[b]-----[/b]
After seemly less then an hour of minor surgery, Hestia was done with treating Porter's wounds.
"There, all done," Hestia said while sealing Porter's flesh with an medical laser "And just in time."
Hestia then took an step back and turned to pick up an assorted case of nanites vitals, each one with diffident label matching to that of combat personnel.
"It's about time to rejoin the rest of the away team, Mister Porter." Hesita told him while walking pass him to the door leading out of the medbay.
The door automatically open after she stood next to her, she then turn to look over her shoulder towards Porter.
"I'll walk you out, as standard procedure."
The cascade touched down and Maddox hopped out, his boots leaving deep marks in the mud.
He scanned the landing area as he kneeled down. "This is extraction actual to Muramasa, we've touched down and are en route to the objective."
Maddox glanced back at the dropship which was now clear of passengers. "Wilson, take off and circle the area. Stay below radar."
After making sure that the entire team was ready he nodded towards Jag. "Take point."
Markus jumped after and took and stumbled a bit due to his leg still healing.
He walked up beside Maddox as gunfire could be heard up ahead.
"Sounds like we're late fo' the party."
___
Yuga looked up at Taylor from the holotable after having studied the radars, "We can either turn around, signal the cataract and the Sparrowhawk to maneuver back so we can take out the fighter wing with an advantage of 3 to 1. Then when the larger craft arrives we can band together to fight it more efficiently and minimize the risk of being overpowered. The ground team has the element of surprise and can utilize the cascade's armaments if needed."
"Armor guys huh? let's see what i have here in this ammo box.."
Jason opens the Ammo box and pull out 2 Incendiary Grenades and places one grenade into the Truck's Launcher and did the same to the other one. and then moving back to the monitor pad and switches through the Drone's camera and switches their normal rounds into incendiary ones and sets them in hitting the exposed parts of the armored Kanads, while still pleased with the Auto-Turret's work being put into action.
"Well, this is going to leave a bad burn."
[quote]"There, all done, and just in time."[/quote]
[quote]"It's about time to rejoin the rest of the away team, Mister Porter."[/quote]
"Thanks, doc. Didn't feel a thing."
[quote]"I'll walk you out, as standard procedure."[/quote]
"I can walk myself out, thanks,"
Amelia, looks over at Porter, giving him a stern look, as to say, "Stop being such a wannabe tough guy and have Hestia walk you out you big lug."
Porter sighed, the rest of his armor has been attached and ready to go. He walks just behind, but still alongside Hestia, following her.
Amelia wipes her forehead then, after both of them leave, lifts up her tablet and watches some anime like a fucking nerd.
[QUOTE]"We can either turn around, signal the cataract and the Sparrowhawk to maneuver back so we can take out the fighter wing with an advantage of 3 to 1. Then when the larger craft arrives we can band together to fight it more efficiently and minimize the risk of being overpowered. The ground team has the element of surprise and can utilize the cascade's armaments if needed."[/QUOTE]
"Sounds good. Lets do it." said Taylor, leaning forwards in her chair. The fighters had to be eliminated quickly. Otherwise, they risked a lot of harassment, or possibly getting shot down.
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