Sevevill wrote:Pvt. Jason Danials. C-Sec soldier
This was nothing more than a belligerent teen in his mind.He only slightly struggled to throw the young girl form his rifle. Moving it onto his back he grabbed her hands and zip cuffed them.They were outnumbered and unless support came they would be downed and most likely killed by the group of teenagers.
"Im not a villhallen." He bruntly said picking her up and forcibly pushing her towards her comrade. He reached into his vest and removed his radio while removing a pistol form his holster and aiming it at the group.
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"This is unit 32. In need of backup. Rowdy crowd posing a threat two in custody.
"Rodger. Acquiring spare soldiers to assist." Came over the radio. He once more produced the rifle and pointed it down at the group of the teenagers.
"If all of you do not leave the scene you will be under arrest for attacking a C-Sec Soldier! Or possibly worse!" He yelled at the crowd. As he said this another boy. About the age of fifteen turned and bum rushed Jason. As the girl who had just been detained managed to stamer to her feet before his comrade had managed to completely detain her and came at him form behind. He took a hand off of the rifle and swung at the boy. Striking him in the face. He turned around to a shrill cry form the other soldier as the girl approached. He quickly turned the rifle around and smacked the girl in the stomach with the rifle.
OOC: Danials can’t zip cuff a suspect while holding a light maching gun and being swarmed by an angry mob. Similarly, I just said that Cote detained the fifteen year old boy. Don’t go back and retcon my post just to make your guy appear more and her less competent.
You said that Danials advanced down the alleyway. He is well ahead of the perimeter line and not close enough for his partner to help him.
IC:
Pvt. Fal Cote, C-Sec Security Forces near the UofH, Himmelsdorf, the Green Union:
Danials tried to be casual, but within a few seconds more pairs of angry gloves started wrestling for his gun. It was all the Sevevillian could do to hold on to the weapon, trying to swing the rifle butt against as many children as he could before being overwhelmed by the weight of the group. Surrounded and off balance, Danials fell to the ground.
Fal could only stand behind the tape with their single arrested youth, and watch in shock as the massive Sevevillian, easily the biggest and strongest man she knew, was obscured behind a wall of yelling and jeering high school students. The the kicking started, and Fal could just make out some of the safety vest-wearing soldier through their swinging legs. He was in the fetal position.
There wasn’t much she could do without backup, and so Fal hurriedly unclasped her radio, fumbling for the receiver in her thick winter gloves.
“This is Unit 32. We’ve got a group of angry students attacking Danials. He’s outside the wire. Need backup now.”
The affirmative on the other side was slow and muted. Apparently tense situations had kicked up at many areas of the perimeter, and they would have to scrounge for someone to send. All the while the kicking had gotten more intense. Whoops of excitement were coming from the kids, and some were now starting to gesture towards the perimeter. Jason had stopped moving.
She had no choice. Pvt. Cote gave the detained teenager one more shove into the snow, then stood up straight and leveled her rifle at the mob. She yelled a command at the top of her lungs for them to stop, letting them know what would happen if they didn’t, but none complied.
Pvt. Cote brought the rifle up to her shoulder and let the shots ring out. Pvt. Danials would only be vaguely aware as he was dragged out of the blood and had his wounds dabbed by a cold, dry rag. It would still be some time before support arrived.