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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Wed Feb 10, 2021 6:07 am

Meanwhile Upstairs...

The other people on the top floor appeared to be achieving very little. Aula fired into the front runners, then into the body of the attack as the enemy swarmed forward, picking her targets off one-by-one, though it was not fast enough. An arrow shattered the window overhead, showering her with broken glass that sliced across her left knuckle and cheek, but Aula didn't budge. If she took an arrow in the face... well it would hurt like hell but she'd wake up from the simulation. She just hoped that they never got into an actual situation like this. Another arrow whirred past her, embedding in the back wall of the bedroom. A third struck just below the window, quivering as it sank into the boards of the house.

By that point the first of the reptilians were out of her field of view, unless she stood up to fire down on them, though that would be a terrible idea. Another arrow zipped through the window as if to punctuate that point. Sooner or later she was going to get hit unless they could put some serious fire down on the attacking swarm, "Everyone upstairs, switch positions to fire on the attack!" she called, "Abandon watching the other angles!" No point guarding against a sneak attack from the rear if the frontal assault overwhelmed them.

Within moments the lizards would be at the windows downstairs...

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Dyelli Beybi wrote:"I've got one," Aula replied, "Don't know how many shots I've taken with the one I've got loaded into the blaster... Everyone!" she raised her voice so it carried to everyone on the top floor, "Be economical. Aim and fire if you have a target. Do not waste your ammunition or we will be overrun!"


"Don't have to tell me twice." she whispered to her self, as she began watching for enemies. Not many seemed to be coming from her direction, unless they were all sheltering behind the generator shed, waiting for an opening. One that she refused to give, as she aimed center mass of any goblin that dared to reveal itself.

Dyelli Beybi wrote:"Everyone upstairs, switch positions to fire on the attack!" she called, "Abandon watching the other angles!"


"Ma'am, does that include me? I'm covering the generator, and I'm pretty sure we're still considering that a valuable asset!" Emily asked. While the main thrust of the attack may have been coming from elsewhere, their enemy may have planned a large diversion to distract from a relatively small team cutting power and infiltrating from the rear.
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Postby Alcona and Hubris » Sat Feb 13, 2021 3:52 pm

Imogen

Imogen and the engineer made quick work of the refrigerator, twisting it to drop it with the door side up.

Well that was good work she thought as she stated "Thanks..." idly.

[smash]

What the hell was that? Imogen turned to see a spear like object had just plowed through one of the small, unguarded kitchen windows.

God damn it...we're getting chipped away at down here like crazy...can't those marines do enough suppressive fire?


Now they want me upstairs? To do what and hell we're trying to move the wounded up those stairs too...it looks like royal mile during the Edinburgh fringe...I'd be stuck in that heard...Damn need to shoot...

Imogen moved to start shooting out the window...Snapping a series of bolts into a nearby group.

Shoot low...wound the little bastards...hopefully they'll start to pull their wounded back and slow the attack...

A moment later a series of arrow began to smack around the window. Imogen spun and watched as several buried themselves into the cabinets where she had been a moment before.

I swear my father wrote this damn sim...

Imogen turned to see arms and hands gripping the sides of the window sill. She snarled...
Not this time green boy She leaned forward with the weapon and pulled the trigger. The satisfying smell of burning flesh and a short scream could be made out.

"Alright you bastards...time to cook with plasma..."
yeah...didn't work...fu*k

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Dr. Tita sat on the floor of the bathroom. Her current patient laying before her on the floor of the shower. She was looking down trying to rebandage the wound and see if there was anyway to stop the bleeding. The sound of glass shattering as more arrows pierced the window did not even distract her.
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Postby Bingellia » Sun Feb 14, 2021 12:06 am

Violann

"Haul your asses up the stairs," Violann shouted as she fired a shot at a local just as before a local vaulted through her window, leaving it limp on the windowsill as momentum carried it. A few follow up shots through the window at least convinced the others that pushing through that window was momentarily a bad idea. "We aren't going to be able to hold down here against these numbers.

An orderly retreat of whoever was left on the floor was impossible, but experience had taught that taking a stairwell was difficult even with grenades and firearms. Those primitives, with their bows and spears, would have an agonizing time even with their numbers. Of course, leaving once the shuttle arrived would be near impossible without some kind of negotiation if the locals didn't withdraw. Perhaps the bloody stalemate would convince the locals to talk, assuming they were capable of it, but the major had her doubts about that.

This mission was likely a failure if her doubts proved true, but she could at least give the reptiles the bitter taste of a pyrrhic victory regardless. That meant getting every blaster she possibly could up those stairs to draw the fighting out. Moving away from her position, she once again approached the Irish woman, and fired a short volley to keep the foe away from window.

"Keep them off me." Violann said with a groan as she lifted Mac and turned to the stairs. The wounded woman's tenacity was to be admired at least, but would it be enough to keep them safe as Violann trudged to the second floor?
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Postby Demencia » Sun Feb 14, 2021 12:16 am

Aoibheann Mac Thréinfhir


A lot of what happened today wasn't what Mac expected when she finished work in the armory and started to drink. Being carried multiple times through a swamp by the xo? Pretty far from any possible scenario she could think of, yet here she was. Life's a bitch, innit? she thought.

She grit her teeth when Violann picked her up once more. "Aye, you keep this up and I'll think you're makin' a habit of it!" She fired a few wild shots at the window to cover the brave and tactical rearward advance. "I sure don't mind the help, startin' to feel a bit singled out though, not that I'm complainin', hi."

Aoibheann let loose a few more shots. "What I wouldn't give to have a cudgel, I'd show those bastards then! Knock 'em into next week I would!" She winced and took a few shallow breaths. "You kinda get the feelin' we're doin' most of the work?" she muttered quietly just to the Major. "I ain't even a marine and I think I've done more shooting than some of these bastards, hi!"

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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Mon Feb 15, 2021 11:44 am

Grenartia wrote:"Ma'am, does that include me? I'm covering the generator, and I'm pretty sure we're still considering that a valuable asset!" Emily asked. While the main thrust of the attack may have been coming from elsewhere, their enemy may have planned a large diversion to distract from a relatively small team cutting power and infiltrating from the rear.


"Hold there but everyone else, move! We're going to be overrun!" Aula called.

Much to her surprise though, the Major decided to abandon the lower floor. Presumably the tactical situation had deteriorated, but it did change things significantly; it meant there was now only one chokepoint... and one which they'd probably need to negotiate on their way out, which could be complicated.

Aula shifted position, ducking down in the doorway so she could cover the staircase which was, now, the only way to get to the crew. A few moments after the crew had evacuated up the stairs, one of the reptiles appeared. She shot it, and the next one, after which they seemed to think better of rushing the stairwell.

There was a lull in the fighting for a few moments, the crashing and clattering from below marking the passage of the reptilians as they turned the lower floor over. It wasn't clear what they were looking for; it could have been in search of anyone who had been left behind, or they might have been generally looting supplies.

"Ma'am, what's the plan now?" Aula asked, "Do we hold here until the appropriate moment then try to storm the ground so we can evacuate the wounded?"

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Postby Alcona and Hubris » Mon Feb 15, 2021 3:56 pm

Imogen

Imogen moves slowly backwards to finally fall back upstairs as the crowd on the stairs diminished. She shot at the shadows of creatures in the windows. She could hear them scream out in pain as the bolts hit.

Enjoy your electronic valhalla you damn crocks...

She kept stepping backwards and then kicked a container, the sound of glass smacking into glass could be distinctly heard over another bolt flying from her weapon and then...'click'. The weapon in her hand began to beep...beep...beep...incessiantly like some annoying smoke detector that wanted a new battery...

F*ck...out of shots...

She turned and dropped the weapon into the container at her feet grabbing it and lunging for the stairs. A few irate things were thrown in her direction but as she pounded up, no one was in immediate pursuit. As she crested the stairs she saw the Lieutenant and a few others taking positions aiming down and she slid past and dropped into a small corner of the hallway.

As the sounds of things being smashed and moved around downstairs could be made out. Imogen asked, "So do you think they are going to rush us or burn us out? And do we have any more spare clips? I sort of....."

She pulled at the weapon's ammo pack and it felt very, very...warm...actually singing hot..."Hmm...damn...they get damn hot when fully discharged..." She drops it into the container...hoping it isn't hot enough to melt anything.
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Postby Bingellia » Mon Feb 15, 2021 4:06 pm

Violann

The major chose to ignore Mac's comments as she maintained her focus on moving up the stairs as quickly as she could with the woman in her arms. Mac's fire had seemed to do it's job, as she didn't notice the sound of arrows being shot at her from the windows or from across the room. Reaching the top, she entered one of the larger rooms and sat Mac down against a wall. "Try not to move unless you have to, and I'll send one of the doctors shortly if they don't get to you first."

Violann returned to the stairs in time to catch Aula dissuading any further attempt to try to push the chokepoint. "We wait, lieutenant, but make sure people stay alert for attempts to use ladders." she answered as she reached for her own rifle and inspected the power pack. By her estimate, she had about 10 shots left in the loaded pack. The spare was untouched, as was her pistol. "We need to conserve our rifle shots for the break out when the shuttle arrives. Automatic fire will help sweep the floor." she added as she swapped the pack and flicked her rifle to automatic before shouldering it again. "But we should have plenty of pistol packs to hold a stairwell against primitives armed with spears and bows."

It was time for some boredom to off-set the terror and the paranoia. Her men were at least safe on the upper floor so long as the locals didn't have ladders that could reach the windows ready. They had heat and lights for as long as the generator would hold out, providing comfort and allowing the medics to work. With her concerns at least temporarily met, Violann could at least breath a little bit.
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Calhoun was finished warming up when the order to evacuate upstairs was given by the major. With the staircase covered, she moved to the window, to take shots at those approaching the building.

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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Mon Feb 22, 2021 4:53 am

Aula Cartia

(OOC: Apologies for the delay on moving this one. We'll be onto the next arc by the weekend)

There was a long period where the reptilians on the ground floor didn't seem to quite know what to do. They didn't try scaling the walls and they didn't try storming the staircase again. Provided nobody showed an obvious easy silhouette or opened fire, no more arrows came flying at the windows either. Aula, for her part, didn't take any further shots, keeping an eye on the reptilians that scurried to and from the building without firing on them. She tried to count how many were downstairs, though she only had view of one angle and, after an hour, gave up. There would be as many as there were.

At one point the Lizards yelled something up the stairs, which was when Aula realised she hadn't been given a translator in the sim. Fantastic, "Sorry, I didn't get that. You speak English?" she called back, before trying another language, "Mi ne scias, kion vi estas dir, vi povas kompren mi?"

Neither got a response and they didn't try to show their faces at the foot of the stairs again. Time ticked onwards. The atmosphere remained tense, heavy with the looming threat of oncoming violence, though the reptilians didn't make a move. They had a good position and the team upstairs would need to go through them to get out again. They just needed to wait them out.

Time ticked onwards. There was going to be no way down the stairs that didn't involve getting shot full of arrows... unless she could make some kind of shield, "Can someone else cover the window for a bit?" she asked.

There was a double mattress with a fitted sheet, there was a cupboard and with a bit of strategic disassembly, Aula figured she could make a makeshift mantlet. She spent a good hour breaking the cupboard down, using the fitted sheet to secure the wood and any bits of fabric she could find to the mattress, placing long planks lengthwise top to bottom so they didn't all fall down leaving the top area uncovered. There was still the danger they would tear right through the sheet and it was large, unwieldy and didn't have a handle, but it would hopefully stop whomever went down first from becoming a pin cushion... though there was no way they were going to be carrying it and shooting, this was now a two person job.

Thankfully the lizards didn't go for the generator. Perhaps they didn't know what it was. Similarly they didn't try to burn the building down, for reasons known only to them.

Time ticked on until there were ten minutes to go. Aula grimaced. She wasn't entirely happy with what she'd built but there was no further time for improvements to the device. Keeping low, she scooted out to where Violann was, "I MacGyvered a mantlet to make storming the ground floor less suicidal," she said, "With your permission I would like to take someone down with me and try to clear a path. It's unwieldy, but someone should be able to carry it on their back if they lean forward a bit. It will take two hands but if they walk backwards it should allow someone else to advance behind them in relative cover. If you approve of the plan I would suggest either a short shooter and me carrying it or a tall carrier and me as the shooter."

"Once we've cleared the ground floor landing area we can throw it away, but I'm imagining the first person down the stairs will be walking into a volley of arrows... or they would be if I was in command down there."

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Postby Alcona and Hubris » Mon Feb 22, 2021 5:08 pm

Imogen

I had better see to this burn...and see if the medics need any of this...well high end Vodka...oh how nice. If I let on to this stash the Quartermaster will have to get dragged out of here...or just left to see if she dies from liver failure or the reptiles turn her into a pin cushion...

Imogen picked up her crate and carried it into the bathroom, stepping over the injured. She shook her head as she leaned into the space, there were a couple people working on treating wounds and several others lying about. Imogen moved over to the sink and looked around.

"What are you doing...this is for the injured only..." was the sharp rebuff she got from a woman sitting on the floor. One leg, with arrows it it...streched out across the floor while she was apparently working on someone laying flat down in the shower next to her.

"Er...burned my hand" Imogen answered. In this space the mixture of sweat, blood and swamp mixed with the cold wet to make her want to retch.

The other woman sighed..."Sorry, we are just overwhelmed. Imogen nodded and turned to look into the cabinet, placing the crate into the sink proper.
"What do you have there?" The doctor asked. "Er...well don't let the Quatermaster know..." Imogen whispered and lifted one of the bottles up from the crate to show its label to the doctor.

"Well that would be useful if we were disinfecting wounds but...mostly we're trying to stabilize and treat the pain..."

Imogen nodded and turned back to the cabinet over the sink.

"I don't think there is any creams that would help in there...mostly it was pain relievers and some antihistamines and a few other prescribed medications. See if there is anything in those drawers under the sink." The woman doctor stated, she was working on her patient again and only talking indirectly to Imogen.

"Quite..." Well she is take charge...no wonder she butts heads with the Major Imogen returned to looking through the drawers. They appeared to have been partially cleaned out. "We have a hair dryer, some nail clippers, and a 'beauty kit' that looks like something a five year old would buy."
She closed that drawer and pulled open the one below. This seemed to be jammed with just crap. Why does this place have like twenty combs all with broken teeth...and what the hell is this..." She pulls out a set of small yellow boxes strapped together. "Well, here is some cream...for treating wounds and other pain relief..." Imogen reads. She pulls out one of the tubes and holds up the rest of the boxes.

The Doctor turns and points to someone working on another patient on the floor of the bathroom. "See if this can help with some of us who don't need a full dose..." She states. Imogen tosses the boxes applies a thin coat of cream to her burnt fingers.

The Doctor returns to her work, and Imogen coughs..."Here...maybe this will work on that swelling on your own leg..."

The other woman turns as the tube Imogen just used goes flying in a parabola through the air. She tries to grab it mid air but misses and it drops between her legs. She scowls and stares at Imogen for a second and then says, "Thank You...could you see if there is anything else useful in that cabinet please?"

[i]Well might as well be useful...


Imogen nods and looks in the space where the sink trap is.

Broken bucket, toilet plunger, pack of toilet bowl tablets, sponge, half filled bottle of bleach, a small jar of some weird milky substance, a couple of paint brushes, a partially filled container of paint thinner...a six pack of soap...

Imogen pulls back with the bleach and the paint thinner.

"Did you find anything?"

Imogen shakes her head, "Not on the medical side...unless you want to causticly burn people but...maybe a gift for our friends downstairs would like..."

"I don't care what they would like...they don't have to carry some of these wounded out down the hill..."

Imogen turns and sighs..."Why are all the engineers wanting to be marines and the marines wanting to be engineers?"



A few minutes later

Imogen carries three glass vodka bottles, each about half full of liquid. They each have a bit of fabric tied around the neck. She carries the three up to the Major. "Ma'm I see the Lieutenant is trying to do...something...anyway...I put together theses bottles...sort of a poor man's molotov cocktail...two parts paint thinner, two parts vodka, and a bit of soap. I am hoping these, when hit with some blaster fire will turn into a nice little fire bomb to encourage crowd dispersal.

She hands them over to the Major. "Excuse me but I think these are best in your hands. I've got to see about getting a few of these doors of the hinges to use as stretchers for a few of the wounded who are not that mobile."

Imogen turns and walks to the bathroom door. She pulls out the ice pick she has been carrying and uses it to push out the pins of the door hinges to allow the door to be leveled down onto the floor and have one of the patients with a serious back injury moved onto it.
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Postby Grenartia » Tue Feb 23, 2021 3:02 pm

Dyelli Beybi wrote:
Grenartia wrote:"Ma'am, does that include me? I'm covering the generator, and I'm pretty sure we're still considering that a valuable asset!" Emily asked. While the main thrust of the attack may have been coming from elsewhere, their enemy may have planned a large diversion to distract from a relatively small team cutting power and infiltrating from the rear.


"Hold there but everyone else, move! We're going to be overrun!" Aula called.


"Acknowledged." Em replied, as she continued scanning for threats in her field of view. None presented themselves. Meanwhile, Aula, Violann, and Imogen began discussing evac options.

"Ma'am, what's the plan now?" Aula asked, "Do we hold here until the appropriate moment then try to storm the ground so we can evacuate the wounded?"


Bingellia wrote:Violann returned to the stairs in time to catch Aula dissuading any further attempt to try to push the chokepoint. "We wait, lieutenant, but make sure people stay alert for attempts to use ladders." she answered as she reached for her own rifle and inspected the power pack. By her estimate, she had about 10 shots left in the loaded pack. The spare was untouched, as was her pistol. "We need to conserve our rifle shots for the break out when the shuttle arrives. Automatic fire will help sweep the floor." she added as she swapped the pack and flicked her rifle to automatic before shouldering it again. "But we should have plenty of pistol packs to hold a stairwell against primitives armed with spears and bows."


Dyelli Beybi wrote:Time ticked on until there were ten minutes to go. Aula grimaced. She wasn't entirely happy with what she'd built but there was no further time for improvements to the device. Keeping low, she scooted out to where Violann was, "I MacGyvered a mantlet to make storming the ground floor less suicidal," she said, "With your permission I would like to take someone down with me and try to clear a path. It's unwieldy, but someone should be able to carry it on their back if they lean forward a bit. It will take two hands but if they walk backwards it should allow someone else to advance behind them in relative cover. If you approve of the plan I would suggest either a short shooter and me carrying it or a tall carrier and me as the shooter."

"Once we've cleared the ground floor landing area we can throw it away, but I'm imagining the first person down the stairs will be walking into a volley of arrows... or they would be if I was in command down there."


Alcona and Hubris wrote:Imogen carries three glass vodka bottles, each about half full of liquid. They each have a bit of fabric tied around the neck. She carries the three up to the Major. "Ma'm I see the Lieutenant is trying to do...something...anyway...I put together theses bottles...sort of a poor man's molotov cocktail...two parts paint thinner, two parts vodka, and a bit of soap. I am hoping these, when hit with some blaster fire will turn into a nice little fire bomb to encourage crowd dispersal.

She hands them over to the Major. "Excuse me but I think these are best in your hands. I've got to see about getting a few of these doors of the hinges to use as stretchers for a few of the wounded who are not that mobile."

Imogen turns and walks to the bathroom door. She pulls out the ice pick she has been carrying and uses it to push out the pins of the door hinges to allow the door to be leveled down onto the floor and have one of the patients with a serious back injury moved onto it.


Emily interjected. "If I can present an...unorthodox alternative that doesn't end in a suicidal charge through a crowd of enemies, and/or burning this place to the ground with all of us inside it, we can simply climb up into the attic, smash a big hole through the roof, and signal for pickup from there. If my memory is correct, shuttles generally have Search and Rescue capabilities, including baskets for vertical extraction. We can even block off the attic trapdoor to make it that much harder for anything to follow us up here."
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Postby Bingellia » Tue Feb 23, 2021 7:37 pm

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Dyelli Beybi wrote:At one point the Lizards yelled something up the stairs, which was when Aula realised she hadn't been given a translator in the sim. Fantastic, "Sorry, I didn't get that. You speak English?" she called back, before trying another language, "Mi ne scias, kion vi estas dir, vi povas kompren mi?"


"A Dhasath speaking Esperanto. How Martian," Violann thought to herself. The lieutenant was more than that, of course, and there was a faint bit of envy as Violann's thoughts turned towards the crew once more as she once more settled in for the long wait. Diverse groups were nothing new in her experience since transferring to the UNS, and the smattering of phrases and words in assorted languages she picked up was proof of that. It was rarely mutual in her experience, Kiellari was said to be difficult to learn by humans. After a moment, however, she decided now wasn't the time to dwell on her past.

Dyelli Beybi wrote:Time ticked on until there were ten minutes to go. Aula grimaced. She wasn't entirely happy with what she'd built but there was no further time for improvements to the device. Keeping low, she scooted out to where Violann was, "I MacGyvered a mantlet to make storming the ground floor less suicidal," she said, "With your permission I would like to take someone down with me and try to clear a path. It's unwieldy, but someone should be able to carry it on their back if they lean forward a bit. It will take two hands but if they walk backwards it should allow someone else to advance behind them in relative cover. If you approve of the plan I would suggest either a short shooter and me carrying it or a tall carrier and me as the shooter."

"Once we've cleared the ground floor landing area we can throw it away, but I'm imagining the first person down the stairs will be walking into a volley of arrows... or they would be if I was in command down there."


"Permission granted, Lieutenant," Violann answered as she looked towards the other woman approaching her.

Alcona and Hubris wrote:She hands them over to the Major. "Excuse me but I think these are best in your hands. I've got to see about getting a few of these doors of the hinges to use as stretchers for a few of the wounded who are not that mobile."


Molotovs. Violann glared at the woman as she took the firebombs. It was field expedient to make them, the major would admit that, but it was risky mixing them and the urge to smash them grew the longer she looked at them. "Hellish things to use," she grumbled to herself, "What a weapon for the descendants of peacekeepers."

But the engineer was right, she was well-built under her uniform, especially by the standards of a Kiel, so it wasn't an extreme leap in logic to assume she had an excellent throwing arm. Violann couldn't help but feel insulted, the human assuming she'd be willing to use them. The major was about to speak to the engineer as Emily approached.

Grenartia wrote:Emily interjected. "If I can present an...unorthodox alternative that doesn't end in a suicidal charge through a crowd of enemies, and/or burning this place to the ground with all of us inside it, we can simply climb up into the attic, smash a big hole through the roof, and signal for pickup from there. If my memory is correct, shuttles generally have Search and Rescue capabilities, including baskets for vertical extraction. We can even block off the attic trapdoor to make it that much harder for anything to follow us up here."


"It'll be a challenge trying to stand on the roof, but it is less risky if it works," Violann answered. "You have five minutes to try. We can't afford to wait here any longer than that."

She turned her attention back to the engineer as the last of the ideas were sorted through, but the sight of her working to make a makeshift stretcher calmed the major down enough to stay focused on the immediacy of the simulation.
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Postby Grenartia » Fri Feb 26, 2021 8:02 pm

Bingellia wrote:Violann



Dyelli Beybi wrote:At one point the Lizards yelled something up the stairs, which was when Aula realised she hadn't been given a translator in the sim. Fantastic, "Sorry, I didn't get that. You speak English?" she called back, before trying another language, "Mi ne scias, kion vi estas dir, vi povas kompren mi?"


"A Dhasath speaking Esperanto. How Martian," Violann thought to herself. The lieutenant was more than that, of course, and there was a faint bit of envy as Violann's thoughts turned towards the crew once more as she once more settled in for the long wait. Diverse groups were nothing new in her experience since transferring to the UNS, and the smattering of phrases and words in assorted languages she picked up was proof of that. It was rarely mutual in her experience, Kiellari was said to be difficult to learn by humans. After a moment, however, she decided now wasn't the time to dwell on her past.

Dyelli Beybi wrote:Time ticked on until there were ten minutes to go. Aula grimaced. She wasn't entirely happy with what she'd built but there was no further time for improvements to the device. Keeping low, she scooted out to where Violann was, "I MacGyvered a mantlet to make storming the ground floor less suicidal," she said, "With your permission I would like to take someone down with me and try to clear a path. It's unwieldy, but someone should be able to carry it on their back if they lean forward a bit. It will take two hands but if they walk backwards it should allow someone else to advance behind them in relative cover. If you approve of the plan I would suggest either a short shooter and me carrying it or a tall carrier and me as the shooter."

"Once we've cleared the ground floor landing area we can throw it away, but I'm imagining the first person down the stairs will be walking into a volley of arrows... or they would be if I was in command down there."


"Permission granted, Lieutenant," Violann answered as she looked towards the other woman approaching her.

Alcona and Hubris wrote:She hands them over to the Major. "Excuse me but I think these are best in your hands. I've got to see about getting a few of these doors of the hinges to use as stretchers for a few of the wounded who are not that mobile."


Molotovs. Violann glared at the woman as she took the firebombs. It was field expedient to make them, the major would admit that, but it was risky mixing them and the urge to smash them grew the longer she looked at them. "Hellish things to use," she grumbled to herself, "What a weapon for the descendants of peacekeepers."

But the engineer was right, she was well-built under her uniform, especially by the standards of a Kiel, so it wasn't an extreme leap in logic to assume she had an excellent throwing arm. Violann couldn't help but feel insulted, the human assuming she'd be willing to use them. The major was about to speak to the engineer as Emily approached.

Grenartia wrote:Emily interjected. "If I can present an...unorthodox alternative that doesn't end in a suicidal charge through a crowd of enemies, and/or burning this place to the ground with all of us inside it, we can simply climb up into the attic, smash a big hole through the roof, and signal for pickup from there. If my memory is correct, shuttles generally have Search and Rescue capabilities, including baskets for vertical extraction. We can even block off the attic trapdoor to make it that much harder for anything to follow us up here."


"It'll be a challenge trying to stand on the roof, but it is less risky if it works," Violann answered. "You have five minutes to try. We can't afford to wait here any longer than that."

She turned her attention back to the engineer as the last of the ideas were sorted through, but the sight of her working to make a makeshift stretcher calmed the major down enough to stay focused on the immediacy of the simulation.


"No, ma'am. Not standing on the roof. I was thinking we could smash a large enough hole to facilitate evac without sliding off the slope. If you can spare another person, I think I can manage it in 5 minutes." Emily said, correcting Violann. She figured two people smashing a hole in the roof with the butts of their blasters wouldn't alter the Kiel's other plans too harshly.
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"Dang it!" Gabe thought as arrows whistled about the first floor. He unholstered his gun and blind-fired through a window as the order to move upstairs was given. Gabriel could think of nothing better to do than shoot at the crummy lizards storming the house. He shot with varying degrees of success. He was no crack shot, but he had been shooting guns for many years back home.
After a while, there was no point in shooting because they were already in the house. Gabe positioned himself in a way where he could peek around a corner and shoot down the stairs if need be. He stood there for what seemed like forever as the wounded were treated and the higher-ups thought of a solution to this situation.
"At least my hands aren't purple and feeling like they're about to fall off..."
Gabriel stood watch, waiting for orders, something better to do, or an attack by those slimy creeps.
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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Wed Mar 03, 2021 3:13 pm

Aula Cartia

It was all taking a bit too long... while the group were still discussing who was going to break a hole in the roof, the unmistakable landing lights of a large shuttle were seen, briefly, descending in towards the open area they were supposed to be rendezvousing with it in. The horse had bolted.

"Ma'am," Aula motioned significantly at the vessel at it dipped below the tree line, just in case Violann had missed the display, "What is the plan now? I'm still in good condition," she declared, despite the large amount of congealed blood at her neck, "If we clear the ground floor and break through, then I can run down to the shuttle and ask for them to wait, or fly up here, or something similar."

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Postby Bingellia » Fri Mar 05, 2021 8:52 pm

Dyelli Beybi wrote:Aula Cartia

It was all taking a bit too long... while the group were still discussing who was going to break a hole in the roof, the unmistakable landing lights of a large shuttle were seen, briefly, descending in towards the open area they were supposed to be rendezvousing with it in. The horse had bolted.

"Ma'am," Aula motioned significantly at the vessel at it dipped below the tree line, just in case Violann had missed the display, "What is the plan now? I'm still in good condition," she declared, despite the large amount of congealed blood at her neck, "If we clear the ground floor and break through, then I can run down to the shuttle and ask for them to wait, or fly up here, or something similar."


"Tushnu," Violann spoke as she frowned in the direction of the shuttle. "Get however many people you need to get a hole in that roof large enough for the wounded, quickly." Despite her best efforts to hide it, the annoyance in her voice was clear. This group was seemed skilled at wasting time at the very least, and this was setting everything back.

"We'll clear the floor, lieutenant," Vio turned her attention to Cartia, "but we'll need runners in reserve if we both get wounded." For a moment, the major's mind ran through the personnel files, and the faces of the wounded. There was Carter and Cyrano. The pair were fit enough to move quickly and could shoot. More importantly, however, they weren't wounded. "Carter, Cyrano, to the stairs!."

It wouldn't be long for the pair to report in. "Leutenant Cartia and I are going to clear path to the kitchen on the first floor. Once Cartia calls that there's a path, I want you two to run for the shuttle while we try to cover you from the windows. Tell them we're boxed in and need them to fly over so we can extract through the roof."

With a quick motion, the major offered Carter her rifle. "It's one fully charged pack loaded, but it should help. Any questions?"
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Postby Arengin Union » Sat Mar 06, 2021 7:34 pm

Cole J. Carter

Everything had been rather hectic, ever since his arrival to the team and the sim had gone to hell in a handbasket. Cole had never expected to see any kind of ground combat as his calling was in the sky but yet he had been somehow roped into this, alongside a Cartia of all people. He didn't particularly care much about who was what in this team but being alongside a split away of his family's name was strange, it was awkward if anything.

He had kept himself in cover and on the unassuming background for the most part, he didn't really want to take part in any serious efforts beyond what was expected of him but Cole would quickly find himself ordered to do the exact opposite as he was called over by Major Violann. Being ordered by someone who seemed to be younger than most of the U.N.S. commanders he'd ever served under was strange, even more so to follow the orders of a Kiel but once more Cole didn't really care much about that, he wasn't his father.

Approaching the Major alongside Cyrano, Cole did a small salute as he awaited his orders.

"Lieutenant Cartia and I are going to clear path to the kitchen on the first floor. Once Cartia calls that there's a path, I want you two to run for the shuttle while we try to cover you from the windows. Tell them we're boxed in and need them to fly over so we can extract through the roof."

With a quick motion, the major offered Carter her rifle. "It's one fully charged pack loaded, but it should help. Any questions?"


Though uncertain of the orders at first Cole wasn't about to ask dumb questions for something that seemed pretty simple. Taking hold of the Major's rifle Carter simply shook his head.

"No Ma'am, we'll be at the ready!" Cole said with dedication in his voice as then looked over to Cyrano, "Let's get to it!"
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Postby Alcona and Hubris » Sun Mar 07, 2021 6:08 pm

Imogen

Imogen looked up at the roof through the small opening. "Hey, if those rafters are too close together try smashing through the gable wall...sometimes those are just tacked in...depending on how piss poor the prefab design was..."

She turns and joins the group, watching the rifle be handed off to Carter. Nothing like getting voluntold to die...but that is what pointy ears are good at...getting other people killed. She says nothing, just picks up her own weapons. She has 'requisitioned' from the wounded another blaster and a set of additional batteries. She just looks over at Carter and states, "So do you want port or starboard on our run?"
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Postby Grenartia » Mon Mar 08, 2021 8:29 am

Bingellia wrote:
Dyelli Beybi wrote:Aula Cartia

It was all taking a bit too long... while the group were still discussing who was going to break a hole in the roof, the unmistakable landing lights of a large shuttle were seen, briefly, descending in towards the open area they were supposed to be rendezvousing with it in. The horse had bolted.

"Ma'am," Aula motioned significantly at the vessel at it dipped below the tree line, just in case Violann had missed the display, "What is the plan now? I'm still in good condition," she declared, despite the large amount of congealed blood at her neck, "If we clear the ground floor and break through, then I can run down to the shuttle and ask for them to wait, or fly up here, or something similar."


"Tushnu," Violann spoke as she frowned in the direction of the shuttle. "Get however many people you need to get a hole in that roof large enough for the wounded, quickly." Despite her best efforts to hide it, the annoyance in her voice was clear. This group was seemed skilled at wasting time at the very least, and this was setting everything back.


"Aye, ma'am." Emily responded, before calling out with the loudest and most authoritative voice she could muster. "Alright, you all heard the woman! Anyone who is able-bodied and not otherwise assigned, follow me to the roof. Lets show the people running this that not all of us graduated from the Academy of Crayon-Eating!"

Alcona and Hubris wrote:Imogen looked up at the roof through the small opening. "Hey, if those rafters are too close together try smashing through the gable wall...sometimes those are just tacked in...depending on how piss poor the prefab design was..."


"Good thinking, but that option doesn't give enough room for a basket to be lowered to transport the wounded." she answered, before calling out once more. "If you have a rifle, and have any spare juice packs, give the packs to someone who is actually going to use their blasters. Keep the rifles, we'll need battering rams. If you have a pistol, keep it on you. Everyone else, grab towels, bedsheets, blankets, and curtains." She didn't think the doctor's concern about the width of the rafters would be worth it, but just in case, she figured the assorted bundles of cloth would be useful for prying some of the rafters apart.

Setting an example, she removed the blaster pack from her rifle, and handed it to Carter before he departed. "I took about 20 shots from it, but something's better than nothing." And with that, Tushnu opened up the staircase leading to the attic, and led those immediately following her to a suitable place to break out. "Take your rifle butts and smash a hole through this roof, about 2.5 meters high by 3 meters wide. I'm going to assist the wounded up the stairs." she directed, before handing her empty rifle to the nearest person without one.
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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Mon Mar 08, 2021 3:20 pm

Aula Cartia

Aula muttered something under her breath, shouldered her gun, then hiked the mattress-shield onto her back, leaning forward to balance the awkward barrier, "On your word, Ma'am," she said, waiting for the word from Violann before she began to crab walk backwards down the stairs. There was the noise of some harsh, sibilant tongue then an arrow thwacked into the barrier, quickly followed by another, then a third, though that one's sharp stone head managed to punch right through, emerging worryingly close to Aula's eye. Had it gone right through the plank or had she not put them in all that well? Either was a possibility though there was no point worrying about it now.

She flinched, but didn't try to retreat, tottering backwards down the stairs unsteadily, trusting in Violann to clear the lizards away from her before they could put an arrow into her back. Slowly walking backwards into enemy fire, without any way to return a shot was an all new kind of terrifying experience. Aula gave a short, manic laugh as another arrow hit her barrier as she made the foot of the stairwell, "Tell me when I'm good to drop this and start shooting back at these guys," she said, her voice a little on the high side.

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Postby Bingellia » Mon Mar 08, 2021 6:18 pm

Violann

Drawing her pistol, Violann checked it over quickly before clicking off the safety. She had faith it would be enough to buy time for the runners to get started and for rifles to follow the pair down the steps. At least Cole was eager for the run, which reminded her of his ancestor, or at least what his ancestor was like according to her father and his book.

The improvised shield left her uncertain, but any doubts the major had was irrelevant as she knew it was the best they had. A part of her wanted to pray, clearing a house was a grueling task without explosives, but every second counted at the moment. "We go," she bluntly spoke, offering the Dhasath a nod.

As they descended, Violann tried to huddle down behind the shield the best she could. It wasn't a perfect cover given the height differences., but it was better than nothing. The each thwack of an arrow striking the shield as they descended was met with a blaster's crack to try to keep the locals at bay. Step after step, Violann's position slowly improved to where she could start properly clearing the room, and, once it had, she went about starting her bloody business.

The three closest soon found themselves under barrage of fire, and soon tumbled to the ground despite a wasted few shots. Scanning the room, they seemed to be free for a moment, but the shots would likely attract more. "Drop the shield, Cartia," the major said as she trained her pistol on the way to the kitchen. The back door would hopefully draw less attention to the runners, but there was always a chance something would be waiting on the way there.
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Postby Arengin Union » Thu Mar 11, 2021 10:56 pm

Cole J. Carter

Things had gone on as quickly as the orders had come. As Cole prepared himself to run like he had never done so in his life, his weapon at the ready and behind the others, Imogen spoke to him.

"So do you want port or starboard on our run?"


"I'll keep eyes on the right, you keep it on the left..." Cole answered as he checked his weapon's remaining munition count. He felt nervous but he was ready to show his worth.

"Let's stick together, we get to the shuttle and tell them to get on top of the building!" Cole said repeating the Major's orders to Imogen, although it was more for himself than anybody else. It was then that the pair got the best signal they would get.

The three closest soon found themselves under barrage of fire, and soon tumbled to the ground despite a wasted few shots. Scanning the room, they seemed to be free for a moment, but the shots would likely attract more. "Drop the shield, Cartia," the major said as she trained her pistol on the way to the kitchen. The back door would hopefully draw less attention to the runners, but there was always a chance something would be waiting on the way there.


"Let's move now!" Cole yelled out instinctively as he pushed Imogen forward for a brief moment before he focused on his own path, the pair moved through the floor and the kitchen to the back door. Cole slammed the door open with his boot. As the door opened one of the lizards lunged itself towards the pair only to be blasted by Cole who glanced at Imogen for a brief moment before yelling out.

"Let's go!" He said as he began to run forward in direction of the shuttle, Cole fired his weapon in single shots at he could spot a few of the vicious monsters scurrying through the vegetation. He wasn't sure if any shots landed but he was not going to wait as he continued to run. He didn't feel anything, no pain, and no tiredness but rather an exhilarated sensation with the wind hitting against his face. He moved onwards with Imogen with no other intention but to get to the shuttle, make his family name proud. He could feel as the rest of the team in the building had begun to provide cover to them, he hoped that they had but he knew he could not spare the moment to turn to check, they were so close, he could feel his body straining in that moment but he didn't care.

"Come on!" Cole yelled out once more, firing his weapon again towards a charging lizard. The shuttle closed in as both soldiers had seemingly made it through the valley of death unscathed. Cole couldn't believe it, but he wouldn't waste time as the pair approached the shuttle, the side gunners firing the turrets at any incoming lizards to cover both Cole and Imogen.

"Where's the rest!?" A gunner yelled out in confusion as he kept firing, only for Cole to move past him and towards the pilot.

"The others are boxed in and trapped, get on top of the building now!" Cole ordered with a fast voice, his lungs felt like they were about to burst as he whole body was shaking with adrenalin. He hoped that the pilot would act quick to get the others out fast.
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Postby Dyelli Beybi » Fri Mar 12, 2021 4:01 pm

The Simulation Comes to an End

The shuttle that had put down was a heavy troop transport, not a search and rescue vehicle and, as it would become pretty rapidly apparent to Cole that there was absolutely no way it was going to be picking anyone up off the roof. Thankfully for all involved, the shuttle that had put down had put down with a sizeable marine contingent and with Cole's directions they were able to push back up the hill. The Reptilians were evidently surprised by the sudden appearance of a second force and, much like when they had been attacked on the road, scattered at the counterattack by the Sol forces. They were, doubtless, still lurking nearby, but the momentary confusion was enough to allow the rest of the group to move without further hostile action, down to the waiting transport.

As it lifted off, the sim faded out of existence for all involved and they found themselves gradually becoming aware of their actual, uninjured bodies again. It was a disorientating experience that would leave some people, especially those not used to similar sims, quite dizzy. The symptoms would pass relatively quickly, though before there was a chance for anyone to recover someone began to bark a debriefing at them.

It was Captain Novak, flanked by a pair of heavyset MPs, who had apparently been waiting for them to wake up. He did not look best pleased, "You were asked to take part in a training exercise prior to lift-off. I shouldn't need to explain why you were on a training exercise. This is a military vessel and most of you are reportedly competent sailors. You complained and grumbled like children whose parents had asked them to go walking in the countryside when they want to play videogames and turned what should have been a simple task into a major slog. That being said there was just enough competence in this group that you didn't wake up having experienced a Martian death simulation which, I am assured, is quite unpleasant."

"Some of you ought to be court martialled," he added, "though we have received urgent orders and were I to press charges at this point it would delay our departure, which I do not want to do. You are off the hook. You get off the hook exactly once. If I see, or receive any reports of further acts of gross incompetence or flagrant insubordination, the perpetrator and anyone I suspect might be involved with the perpetrator will be consigned to the brig for the remainder of the voyage, which, I assure you, is likely to be very long. Exceptions will not be made for civilians. Do I make myself clear?" he paused, though not long enough to give anyone a chance to respond, "There will be a briefing at 0800 hours tomorrow morning in the Ready Room. Do not be late."

"Major," he added, dropping the drill Sergeant tone he had been developing, "I expect a full verbal report on the performance of our officers this evening, though take some time to recover and consider what you want to say. I will be in my cabin when you are done."

He glowered at the woozy band of officers, as if hoping one of them would test his patience (presumably that was what the MPs were for) then, without any further conversation, turned on his heel and left the room, leaving the officers and other senior crew to regain their footing in reality.

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Postby Europa Undivided » Sat Mar 13, 2021 1:26 am

Rommel Salazar

What did I get myself into... Rommel sat up on the sim chair that he had been simming in, rubbing his eyes as he adjusted to the bright, white lights of the room.

To be honest with himself, most of what had happened in there was disgraceful, terrible, and no one ought to talk about it ever again. It was the single most unforgivable training simulation he had ever been in, not because the task in hand was a difficult one, but... eh. The argument about the torch, the crewmates shouting obscenities after being dropped in there, amongst other things; those were just the kinds of actions usually reserved for the bathroom, or anywhere else with privacy. But no, the whole damn thing was, as the captain said so succinctly, a major slog.

He glowered at the woozy band of officers, as if hoping one of them would test his patience (presumably that was what the MPs were for) then, without any further conversation, turned on his heel and left the room, leaving the officers and other senior crew to regain their footing in reality.


Rommel got off the chair, groaning a bit while doing so as the whole sim seemed like forever to him. He did, after all, hate swamps; he had no fond memories of such dark, humid, and creature filled places. What were those creatures that they used for the sim anyway? They were reptilian, but too small to be Ragon... were those primitive versions of the Kalisi that his father told him about? Those... firebreathing mercenaries that seemed like they could be found anywhere they could get cash off fighting for someone else?

No, can't be. Those things in the sim didn't breath or spit fire.

"Mmm. Just another day in the Navy."

Sighing, Rommel quietly proceeded to the mess hall, taking an order of a cup of cooked rice and a fried Spam meat loaf, along with a sunny side up egg. He'd then set himself on one of the tables and eat... because there wasn't much else to do now, as the Major was the only one that had been called by the captain. There was only the liftoff left to worry about.

...

Breakfast for dinner.
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