Operation: Uprising (OP:FT pt.2) [TF ATLAS ONLY]

[ISAF-Usea]

9:00, Yamoka, Twinkle Islands.

The massive sub had surfaced once the remote depth-missile had been detonated just seconds from hitting it. The sub was bigger than any boomer submarine in the world, and seemed to be armed to the teeth with AA once it opened a covered top. "My god..." Said the aurora bomber pilot as he circled the sub.

On Yamoka, relief forces had just arrived, and hundreds of fresh troops were still parachuting in with boxes of fresh supplies. What was left of the ISAF defense line cheered as the relief force arrived, finally lifting the weight off the nearly-annihilated defense forces of Yamoka. The ATLAS forces had already regrouped at the forward command post, and were waiting for new orders. The island's defense forces were lucky the ATLAS forces had arrived when they did, they would've lost the island if it wasn't for the ATLAS forces. They halted the assault, destroyed the forward command posts and the insurgent's AA, and rescued a major amount of naval academy cadets with no casualties. They had effectively put the insurgent's on the run.

Now, it sounded like they were going in for the sub next from what the commander was saying on the radio. "We need that intel on that sub. So we're going to have to go in. Ye- yes I know that sub has more AA than the island. Well WHAT do you suggest we do? Wait... No. You don't think that could possibly work... Alright. I'll tell em'." The commander put the sat phone down on the table. "Alright. Well we're sending you guys in to go get the sub... But there's a slight problem, there's more AA on that thing than this whole island combined. So we're going to have to use a recently rejected peice of technology... The combat chinook. A flying fucking tank, but it's our best chance to get in, destroy the AA without damaging the sub further." Said the commander, giving the ATLAS soldiers a stern look. "You will go in on the chinooks, the chinooks will take out the AA, and drop you off. You will then go into the sub and retrieve any intel you can from it. We need every bit of info we can get our hands on. Got it?" Asked the commander, looking at the ATLAS soldiers.

[The United Remnants of America]

Uno and Dux and survived the entire encounter up till this point with barely a scratch. The two Vanguard from the URA were lucky, to say the least. The two had been resupplied with the reinforcement, giving them a bit more supplies, and actually a full loadout of weaponry. The T-64 Power Armor suits that were standard with the Vanguard were not a part of the shipment however, causing a lot of anger and frustration from the two operators, but they were given something to stall.

The URA had sent them more ammo and gadgetry, along with grenades, pistols, communications gear and extra weapons. The two new weapons were a grenade launcher and a flechette launcher, both of which were useful for anti-personnel use. Uno packed the GL and Dux packed the flechette launcher, which was essentially a super shotgun. On top of that, they'd both been supplied with LPA2 Light Personnel Armor. The armor was the lightest outfitting the Remnant Military supplied, and it was generally reserved for light infantry and scout units, but it was more than the basically no armor that the two had had before the resupply.

Now, the two were standing with the rest of the TFA unit on Yamoka Island, listening to the plan the ISAF commander had given to them, and Uno was the first to state his opinion. Uno put a finger to the side of his head and gave a sarcastic smile to the commander, "With all due respect, sir, that is fucking crazy. I've heard stories from some Hurti operators about how effective those gun choppers are, and they seem to be real good at getting shot and crashing. I was all for saving the lives of some kids, but is this intel really necessary to literally throw us all at the sub to try and steal?"

[ISAF-Usea]

"Those combat chinooks are one of the only things in our air fleet that can take that much of a beating, and let me tell you, it takes quite literally an army to take down those things. They were designed to take a helluva beating, but where put in storage because they were deemed to have no tactical advantage besides bullet soaking. If we send you in anything else, that conventional flak they have will knock you out of the sky. They were smart to put conventional weaponry instead of SAMs, which we would've easily avoided with PDLs. Also, that chinook is the only thing that won't completely risk damaging the sub, while also providing us the ability to try and avoid casualties. I mean, we could soften up the defenses by gun running it, but we don't wanna risk anymore pilots... Besides the pilots we're giving you." A ISAF LT snickered at the comment the commander made about the combat chinook pilots. "But I'll see if I can find an alternative to this plan since you brought it up. If there isn't an alternative, you're going in guns blazing on that chinook. In the meantime, do whatever you need to." The commander then turned around, picked up the sat phone, and started talking with an ISAF general.

The BJs were just as suspicious about the chinook plan as the Remnant, but the commander seemed confident that that's what was going to happen. Voycheck knew that there were alternatives, but the commander just didn't know the full capabilities of the sub. So he was gonna play it the crazy gun-smoking way. Which would be fine with the chinooks, since they were made for that tactic. As the commander dismissed them for the meantime, the BJs went outside to pray like they always do.
As they knelt, Ishmael led the prayer. "Lord, give us strength this day as we serve our country. We pray that you also look over our brothers, and the ATLAS members that have helped us. We pray that you give everyone strength and iron will as they prepare for battle once more, and that we will win whatever comes next. In Usea and the Lord's name we pray, amen."
As the Bjs then stood up, and put their helmets back on, they hit their helmets with their fists.
The BJs then went up the line to inspect the trench. When they arrived, daylight had revealed to them to horror of war. Bodies stacked on bodies on the other side of the trench, while countless dead ISAF NG soldiers were being dragged out of the trenches. "Such a waste..." Said Voycheck, looking at his dead brethren and the dead insurgents. "War is war. They died fighting for their country." Remarked Ishmael. "Yeah... Guess that's all that matters."

[Empire of Donner land]

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[Presnepartiv]

An MI-8MT bearing the symbol of the VVS touched down near the briefing area, not so near as to disrupt it. The six operators of Alfa-1 stepped out, and it lifted off, meandering into the sky. Kaskov led his team, in their brand new Gorka-E suits over to the congregation of TFA operatives. “So,” he said as they waltzed up to the throng, “from what I hear, loud, fast, and dangerous is the way we are playing this one.” He glanced back over his team, making a fast mental note of everything they had. “Count us in.”

[Vacif]

With a bit of luck, and the timely arrival of the other Atlas teams, they were able to liberate the cadets. The last bastion of the insurgents fell shortly after the relief force had arrived. Most other nations had either been picked up to be sent back home, or were resupplying. A small armory had been dropped for the Vacifians as their body armor was practically shredded by the time the insurgents had been defeated. Now they were expected to take a heavily armed submarine.... With a more "calm" air to the situation (they weren't actively being shot at) Riley broke his silence as he sat on an olive-drab crate. "So....this is a naval academy right? Where are the boats? They'll see us from a mile away as we speed towards them, but we either go in on a bullet sponge being shot at by more triple A than this entire island twice over, or go in on a speed boat. At least then they can only hit us with small arms...Or maybe a DPV if anyone wants to get wet..." he glanced over at everyone else as they were getting ready. "Me thinks I'm gonna need more armor..." The other Vacifians were simply loading up on ammunition, and replacing their armor plates. They were going up against a submarine, so they'd be close quarters. The team had switched mostly to Mk. 17 Carbines, or Mk. 7 SMGs. Kovaleski had ditched his V40 for a Mk.12 Semi-auto shotgun to accompany Holt. Croce had also ditched the LMG, but now carried extra ammo for the team. They doubted they'd need the extra munitions, but if they got stuck in the sub with no ammo, they'd be in a predicament. They'd almost run out of ammo fighting the last of insurgents earlier.

[ISAF-Usea]

The commander set down the sat phone to talk to the operators asking him questions. "We don't know the full combat capabilities of the sub. We don't know if it has external ports underneath that we can infiltrate, or if there's a way to infiltrate the sub without being detected in broad daylight, and in the near- middle of an ocean." The commander heard the Vacif's and what they had to say, and it gave him an idea. "Or, we could do both. Since you'll be deploying with some of our troops. You'll be working with the army instead of the NG this time. We could use both the boats and the chinooks. Since we're using two chinooks, we'll use three or four RHIBs to get everyone on the sub. The chinooks will draw the fire and take out the defenses while the boats get on the sub. But getting on the sub depends on how high it has surfaced too... I'll need to get specifics on that. Also, you're going to be bringing some ammo crates with you, and make a resupply point on the ship. Since you may be taking on an army inside that sub." Said the commander, laying out a secondary plan. "But nothing you can't handle probably."

The BJs were helping identifying and dragging dead bodies out of the trench for them to be tagged and bagged. "These guys could've been us..." Said Trevor as he picked up another dead body with Ishmael, and set it next to a line of dead soldiers. "But it wasn't. We lived to fight another day, and that's what we're gonna do. Fight another day, make their sacrifice meaningful. These insurgents didn't just do this for nothing, there was a purpose behind it. There was also a purpose in these soldiers defending their country, and in us being alive." Remarked Ishmael. "Ishmael you are a man of many thoughts." Trevor replied, remarking Ishmael's thoughts. "I try to branch out sometimes."

[The Predator Federation]

An MV-22 touched down and four operators rapidly disembarked, a very light cargo for such a big aircraft. The four operators walked off and looked around, looking for the briefing.

"Where is it sergeant?" Private Markus asked, in which the Sergeant replied with no words but just simply pointed at a group of operators and officers. Which congregated around a man, late to the briefing they had rushed over to join. The helicopter crew shoved the equipment towards the last infantryman which hauled it over his back.

"Alright, I want you to keep quiet, don't say a word, I will handle the briefing, you three assemble and disassemble the trackingpoint rifle, make sure its working." Three of the four left the mob of soldiers near the briefing. Before so, Sergeant Amy grabbed two of them; Peter and Reece. "Markus is new, keep an eye. And let's make a good impression it's our first operation."

"Yes ma'am." They said in unison and then continued to the equipment, and stopped at a bunch of body bags.

"Damn. What happened here?" Peter just stared out at the bodies, there was a heavy silence. Nothing was said for a full minute.

"We won't become one of them, and neither will Markus." They stared at the new recruit then continued to the box of equipment and proceeded to check the rifles, assembling and disassembling the sleek trackingpoint guns. The guns automatically adjusted for elevation so it told you when you had a good shot to the target and could kill a bull from one mile away. It chambered a .338 round but there were also assault rifle variants, though they weren't used as they didn't really seem practical for close quarters combat. Not to mention, they were very expensive. They could even shoot around corners when hooked up to a display system, which was what PEFSOC brought to the fight.

The sergeant came back. "Boys, you aren't gonna like this mission. Put that sniper rifle back in that box and get the submachine guns out."

[Vacif]

Now "rested", and resupplied, the Vacifians were ready to get back into the fray. They locked up the mobile armory, and got off their asses. Their improvised field HQ seamed to be getting a little more crowded with the arrival of the relief force. Rodrick, stepping away from his team approached the newly arrived team of Predators. "Welcome to the fight. My name's Rodrick. I...haven't seen you guys around the base, where're you from?" he asked casually. His mask covered his entire face, so they only saw his mask, but his face has a genuine close mouthed smile, with a warm aura to him.

Meanwhile, lieutenant Hesse spoke up. "So, what can you tell us about this submarine? We've got the plan on how to get in, but we don't know the interior. This could be an ISAF sub, or an Esgonian one for all we know, and each one's built different. A floor plan would help us greatly. Might give us some insight on what we're in for."

[ISAF-Usea]

"That's the problem. The sub doesn't show up anywhere on any records. We're checking with overseas countries and nothing has come up so far. We're guessing that the sub has to have some sort of hanger or cargo system inside to hold that much weaponry, so a large portion of the inside has to be a large storage system. UAV recon has been showing that where ya'll will be boarding there's several bulkheads. You will enter the sub through those bulkheads once you fight through the opening of the sub." The commander explained.

[Astronea]

(OOC: Hope you don't mind me stepping on as some of the TFA reinforcements.)

The deployment of the 6th Asymmetric Warfare Detachment to Twinkle Islands had been a hasty one. The team of six operators known collectively as "Spekter" stepped off the AW109 amist the relief and resupply efforts that were currently ongoing. They moved with a brisk walk, with the TL, Theowulf at the head, listening intently to comms as more mission-crucial intel was being fed through. A submarine, a big one by the sounds of it.

"Not gotten our feet wet for a while, let's hope that thing stays surfaced long enough for us get inside." Eoghan mused to the mumbled agreement from the other team members.

Having heard the news of their objective, Spekter had abandoned their launchers and heavy weapons, maintaining only their MG3 SOV and GM94, as well as underslung M203s. Corwyn had picked up a Saiga 12K in replacement of his DSA FAL carbine, while Rybak had opted to keep hold of his DMR, albeit with a lower powered optic. All of them were wearing full flak and kevlar, MICHs and full IV inserts for their DCS carriers, along with ballistic goggles, knee and arm pads as per protocol for specifically close-quarters operations. Additional framed and shaped breaching explosives were packed along with a mixtre of lethan and non-lethal grenades.

The team arrived at the briefing as quietly as possible, though their presence would certainly be noticed. They remained silent as they gathered a full picture of the situation, what they were facing and what their options were. Rybak also took the opportunity to take note of the other TFA operators around them and the gear they were carrying; mainly automatics. The SQLCI was recording the briefing via the helmet cams the team wore, and subsequently dictating the main points into brief text for Theowulf to review later.

Intel on the sub itself may have been scarce, but the mission seemed simple enough. Board the sub without getting torn apart by AAA, gain entry while it was surfaced, fight through the close quarters environment of the various compartments of the vessel itself, taking on an uknown number of opponents and neutralise the submarine completely. Simple enough...

[ISAF-Usea]

As the BJs returned to the command tent with the rest of the TFA members, the commander was speaking to the new arrivals. "Don't worry, the depth missile we shot at it was designed for large subs like that. It won't be diving anytime soon. Anyway, higher thinks we're ready to execute the mission. We've got the RHIBs, and the chinooks. They should be here soon. So here's the rundown: Task Force Atlas, and the BlackJacks will be on the RHIBs. We'll have ISAF Airborne on the chinooks providing cover fire and a distraction. Once you get near, you will board. Don't worry, intel says the sub is able to be climbed on to. Once you board, you'll eliminate any hostiles, and any remaining defenses. The Airborne will then be fast roped down onto the ship. You'll then fight your way through the sub, higher stresses importance on the bridge as a priority target for intel. Capture anyone you can, we have non-lethal weaponry outside if you need to grab something non-lethal. Officers, black masks, and captains capture priorities. Any intel you gather will be reported back to ISAF West coast command. Any questions?" Explained the officer, looking around.

[Palmyrion]

The FNG. No, no, the FNG's. The Fucking New Guys. And girls. Everyone knows that 2 of the 7 people in the Fucking New Group are females-Barandino and Co, to be specific.

Off from the late of night, the UH-52 that they were riding on landed in that location where TF Atlas, their new home, were planning on something. The team of operators were known as "Striker", with Maxinne (Blackrose) being Striker 1- Actual, Jehiel (Mincer) being Striker 1-2, and the rest from 3-7.

They walked towards the briefly room as silently as they can so than no-one would notice that they came late. Blackrose was at the head of the team, and the entire team were listening to crucial intel about their next mission as it was being fed through their communications systems. Sounds like a big-ass submarine, enough to make a Viscario-class submarine look like dust particles in the void of air.

"Sounds like we're gonna have our feet wet. Let's hope that bastard child of a big-ass submarine puts its head up from the water long enough for us to infiltrate." Blackrose said, to the agreement of the entire squad. "This means I'm dropping my SAR then? That does not sound good..." Mincer remarked, with the only thing in his mind being the high capacity and the awesome firepower of the present in-service squad automatic weapon of the United Federation. "No. Get a battle rifle. Beta C-Mag. That's how you go now, big boy." Blackrose cheerfully said, to assure Mincer that he won't lose his "heavy weapons no-nonsense tough guy" image in the squad while getting a practical weapon for close quarters combat-he always liked is in-service. "Oh, you smart lady. Thanks. Like we really have one."

Blackrose walked for almost 250 meters from the squad's position to the helicopter, just to find a battle rifle that she had stowed in-with the pilots' permission, at least. Everyone loves bullpups; they can be compact and still have longer barrels; they're cool looking too; they are not lefty-friendly, but subsequent bullpup weapons in the Palmyrian military were designed with the solution of this problem in mind. It's the M116BR, the Battle Rifle variant of the M116 series of rifles.

Again she walked 250 meters back to her squad's position. She also brought along 5 Beta C-Mag-style magazines, to much of Mincer's delight. "Aw yiss. This. Is. Great." said Mincer as he smirked, his face bent at one side. "Yes. But it's also good that I have the pouches for these..."

The rest of the squad abandoned of their launchers and heavier weaponry, with only the standard Palmyrian assault rifle, the M116A2, and their pistols, M119s chambered for .357 SIG, remaining. They still have a grenadier, though, as the squad designated grenadier's weapon was basically a M116A2 with an underslung M320. They wore full battle gear-vest, uniform, pouches, helmet, ballistic goggles, everything. They made their way to the meeting as silently as they can, and looked for a space where they can view the briefing well. The squad listened very carefully, not hoping to miss any chunk of info that could potentially change the outcome of the mission if it was overlooked.

"Any questions?" asked the officer in charge there. Blackrose was not hesitant to ask; they can gather as much intel as they can by hacking into the sub's systems, then downloading the files into their 256-gigabyte flash drives. "Can the sub's hardware accept flash drives with USB ports? Can we hack into the sub's systems so we can gather intel?"

[Presnepartiv]

"So", Kaskov started, addressing the commander, "exactly how many bulkheads should each team be expecting to breach? In these close quarters environments, we don't necessarily want to have poor Poroshenko carrying a ridiculously large amount of explosives. Should things get excessively dirty, the explosives will be more of a set back than an actual assistance."

[The United Remnants of America]

Uno and Dux had no high-tech equipment. Arguably, they were two of the least-equipped operators here. Due to that, there weren't many questions the two of them could ask, since they didn't have flashdrives or explosives or anything else. At this point, especially on this operation, they were just two more bodies, two more guns to add to the fray to attempt to take the sub.

Uno was actually surprised that by this point, the higher command of Usea just didn't decide to start unloading on the sub and attempt to sink it to the bottom of the ocean rather than take it over. The thought gave Uno a small shiver of an idea; Maybe they'd be allowed to sink the damn thing, rig it to blow before they exfiltrated so they could watch the thing go up like so many fireworks.

Dux was having similar thoughts, but his mind rested on wondering why the Task Force's heavier assets hadn't showed up. Why were they relying solely on local support when the Task Force had half an air force and a navy to carry it by itself? Maybe the Task Force Mobile Fleet just hadn't made it here yet. Or maybe they were holding off, since this wasn't a major issue yet. Dux guessed they'd just have to wait and see.

When the commander asked if there were any questions, Uno and Dux both just shook their heads. They were ready for the mission, fully-geared up and locked, cocked, and ready to go riding on a dinghy.

[ISAF-Usea]

The commander looked at the newly arrived team. "We don't know. You'll have to see when you get there." He then looked back at the other team addressing him. "As far as we know, there's two major bulkheads on the deck. We've been advised to not use conventional explosives on the bulkheads, so we're giving each team a number of,'burn charges.' Those suckers'll burn through the metal like it's nothing. But from what we can infer at this point is that the sub'll probably be divided into sections, with each section having bulkheads by entryways. But that's just us guessing. Anymore questions?" The sound of choppers could be heard in the distance as the chinooks approached.

[Astronea]

"These burn charges," Eoghan, the team's demolitions expert, piped up, "are we talking thermite, are they framed or shaped charges?" He folded his arms as he put the question to the commander.
If they were going to be using another nation's equipment, they needed to know what exactly to expect.

"Two bulkheads, I assume the Task Force will split in half to breach both simultaneously? " Thorulf added as he handed Valk less-lethal beanbags for his M203, while Corwyn loaded some of his magazines with 12GA rubber buckshot. "And if we're neutralising as many hostiles as possible non-lethally, what's the consensus on the use of CS gas?"

Rybak contemplated the possibility of obtaining data on the vessel for a moment, before adding his two cents.
"If any of the sub's records or computers can be accessed, it may well be worth recovering. Anything worthwhile would be found in the bridge. As an aside, once we secure that sector I suggest we conduct a brief sweep for intel. I can transfer any data pretty much instantaneously on an encrypted channel across the relevant friendly networks."

[ISAF-Usea]

"Yes, the burn charges use a form of thermite called RED thermite, which can melt steel." He pulled out a burn charge for an example. It was a small, compact square. But he unfolded it into a giant rectangle. "It melts the metal first, then discharges white phosphorous into whatever is behind the door. The use of CS gas is encouraged, and we don't really mean capture everyone, just capture priority targets or others who surrender." The sound of choppers was much closer now, and it was obvious that the chinooks had landed somewhere on the island.

[The United Remnants of America]

Dux looked at the thermite square and smiled. He then looked around his belt and snapped off a grenade and lifted it up, hefting it's wait. It was a standarrd-issue R1T Thermate Incendiary Grenade. It burned hotter than those thermite charges, but it also burned shorter. The thing was made to make anyone near the blast radius of the grenade a crispy critter. Both Dux and Uno had one of each, as well as a standard frag. Dux also had a flahsbang grenade while Uno carried a smoker. They had no really nonlethal weapons, and Dux wasn't planning on grabbing any. They'd be the group's kill team, since there were of course going to be people that were better off not getting off that sub alive.

[Astronea]

"Crowd control isn't necessarily our specialty, extracting HVTs however...that we can manage." Valk seemed thankful that their ROE wasn't putting the Task Force on a tight leash. While a number of team members were geared out with less-lethal grenades and munitions, including flashbangs and CS gas, they had made more than enough provisions for deadly force with the inclusion of fragmentation grenades and a thermobaric grenade launcher. The combined firepower of the other teams was sure to make for some incredibly dynamic entries.

Now apparently satisfied, the Astronean team piped down with a few nods here and there, indicating their understanding of what was required of them.

While the briefing wrapped up, the AWD operators began fishing out their Universal Hazardous Environment Protection masks from their TAG backpacks. Their visors offered a wide field of view as the ballistic shielding material made up most of the circumferance of their face. With clarity voice modules in the respirators, they would be able to project their voices at loud volumes with almost no muffling from the mask, leaving comms uninhibited.

[ISAF-Usea]

"All right anymore questions before we get going?" The commander looked around. "I think we're good sir." Said Voycheck, putting two burn charges in his vest. Roy Ray, Ishmael, and Trevor did the same. "All right, well gear up and head out. The RHIBs should be just outside. They'll have a few ammo crates on them just in case a resupply during the op is needed. Don't worry, you'll head back to the deck for resupply." The commander then dismissed them. "Ishmael, grab a shotgun and rubber bullets. You, yes you, Airborne, you're gonna be with us once you rope in. Grab a ballistic shield. Trevor, keep your ARX. Roy Ray, grab that pepper spray paintball gun, replace your sniper rifle with it." The team did as he ordered, and then regrouped on him, except for the airborne trooper, whom grabbed the shield and headed for the combat chinook which had landed by the ceremony grounds. The chinook's firing ports were being loaded with .50 cal machine guns on one side, and downgraded lock on-TOW missiles on the other side.
Once the team had regrouped, they walked to the shore and boarded one of the RHIBs.

[Presnepartiv]

Poroshenko made sure to grab two thermite charges, hurriedly stuffing them in his demolitions bag. The team moved to the RHIBs, getting inside the lead one. Once inside, they set up occupancy near the rear, to ensure a quick dismount. Kaskov gave his team a quick once-over.

He began his pre-mission briefing in rapid Russian. "Everyone, check your weapons, ammo, grenades, you men know the drill. We lack the non-lethal weapons here, but we will be acting as a supporting element. Make sure to only shoot targets PIDed as NOT the HVT. Last thing we need is a bad rap on our first Op in the field. Check gas masks, insure they are in working order. 2 Flash, 2 Frag, 1 Smoke, 1, White Phosphate. Use those WP as both cover and offense once we hit that deck. Remember, if things go south, RV on me at the stern, if you can make it. Kovalchuk, I hope you can use that AK like you can an SV, because this is not going to be a distance fight. Everyone good?" A quick nod from the team members confirmed this. "Alright, let's get them".

Somehow Kaskov felt that their first mission was going to be a bloodbath. He just knew.

[Vacif]

With the meeting adjourned, the 29th was ready to go. The 8 man team strode towards the beach with a purpose, "Alright, let's get this done. Capture anyone important, kill anyone who isn't." surmised lieutenant Hesse. They'd loaded up on grenades, especially smoke, and tear gas, they weren't too worried about the other soldiers. They'd been instructed ahead of time to pack a gas mask, and the airborne were likely to stay on the deck, where the AA was.

[Astronea]

With that, AWD "Spekter" departed from the briefing and made for the waiting RHIBs.

"Eoghan, the thermal charges." Theowulf instructed as they strode across to the boats at a steady pace.

"Already taken care of." The combat engineer responded, in the process of stuffing the charges into his pack. He offered out two more to the Team Leader, who packed them into a spare pouch on his plate carrier.

"Rybak, how're the readings on the SQLCI, are we stable?" He enquired with the RTO, who gave a thumbs up in reply.

"Systems are reading fine, connection is strong, fully synched with all units and TFA comms, sat link is active." He read out the status reports from his interface, receiving an encouraging pat on the shoulder from Valk as he lugged the GM-94 over his shoulder.

"That's what we like to hear, don't need any more expensive experimental equipment having a catastrophic malfunction, resulting in our horrific deaths and the ultimate failing of the op." He beamed a cheery smile at the now somewhat bewildered comms operator.

"Yeah..." was his dismayed response as the team began to lower themselves into the first available RHIB.

[The Central Shadow Nation]

"Intel says,"Chariot picked up his Shadownian MRC mags and loaded them into the handgun. He broke the quiet silence their team and other operators had. His remark was noticed about thirty seconds later by Honeybee,"We improvise." Chariot nodded,turning over to Honeybee and handing him another mag for his MRC. With his other free and he grabbed a frag grenade and rolled it until it was close enough to cup in his gloves. He pulled it over and pocketed it in his bag. "So,from what 'intel says,"Chariot looked at Ethereal as Honeybee was grabbing his MSBS Radon and adjusting it's barrel,"This ship is big,"He made a rectangle with his hands to give an expression of the sub," Wouldnt we need this for the compartments?"He held up a C4. Ethereal nodded. "We wont need a 84mm. Keep it logical and dont blow a hole through the sub." Chariot shot a nod to his comrade and grabbed an AEK-919,tapping the barrel and signaling to Ethereal. "They didnt send me one."He gave a playful frown but the expression didnt catch on to Ethereal. She was packing up her R-C4 into her bag and scavenging the ammo bag for a mag.

"Sent us more than MSBS Radon's this time around."Sunnyside was looking through an entire bag. It had the markings of the Shadownian Army and the words 'Support' printed on it. He found something that interested him, and pulled out an AK like rifle, the JW-132. A Jaclean rifle, recently bought and shipped to the Central Shadow Nation in a huge military order. Sunnyside pulled out a magazine for it and loaded it in its place, and checked its safety settings before shifting his dedication back to the bag. Being the support the whole bag and its contents were to be carried along with him, although there wasnt much to be a whole bag of Shadownian supplied weaponry. Instead of a MRC he took a 12 Gauge SAAS-8. There were only three, two of which were taken. "Alright,I'm green."Sunnyside was busy zipping up the bag as the rest of the team finished their pre-combat duties. Despite being the most heavily packed Sunnyside found him the first to enter a RHIB.

"Link is on,check." On response to Ethereal the team checked their inter-team comms systems and gave a thumbs up. "So,how do you think were going to get an extraction? Ought to be quite a show."Chariot stood up as he and the rest of the Titan's moved over to Sunnyside's RHIB and found their space. "Hopefully they dont blow it up with us on it,"Killebrew replied to his topic. "Intel says,"Chariot sighed.