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[Closed] ATRONACH operations
- Thread starter Ru the Boatswain
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Billy took a shot to the left shoulder, sending him down hard to the ground. Even though he had his spidersilk on, the blast itself still hurt. He rolled towards the middle of the corridor, keeping parallel to the deck as he waved one hand, the other hand holding his shoulder as he called out, "I'm fine. Keep movin'!" As if he really had to say that, heh.
They were in the middle of the kill zone. Any man who went down here would have to stay down and await medical evaluation and/or treatment once the assault pushed through. You didn't just stop within the cone of fire and tend to injured troopers. That was plain suicide and only begged the enemy to supply you with more injured, wounded, and dead. They kept pushing.
It took them a bit, but finally Bravo pushed through their objective, either driving back the defenders or laying them out on the corridor floor. It had gotten a little hairy while they were stepping over bodies, some of them still conscious. Billy pushed himself up once the bulk of his squad passed by. Grabbing at some flexi-cuffs, he began to detain those defenders that weren't dead, though unfortunately some tried to fight still, to which they met a quick and fatal end... knife to the throat.
It wasn't the ideal way to handle the issue, but considering their current terrain and forced speed of march, they had to. Again, you didn't just stop in the middle of a firefight while you were in the kill zone and attempt to restrain and detain someone. If they weren't smart enough to realize they were done and should just wait for medical attention, then too bad. SOLAG wasn't going to needlessly risk their own lives for that of an idiot opponent.
And speaking of SOLAG, so far, they had only managed a few injuries, two of them being critical and requiring emergency medical attention, but otherwise, they were mopping it up something fierce in here. The opposing forces weren't so lucky. Regardless of their defending tactics, which were actually pretty solid considering, they were paying dearly in blood. Somebody did -not- want them accomplishing their objective.
Coming to the end of the hallway, the two squads set up 360 security as best as they could and reconsolidated ammo and such, getting a headcount and determining operational status. Both seemed good and were at least at seventy percent with manpower being reduced down to just below ninety, mostly due to injury. Good, and the hard part was over... or so they thought.
Looking at the large, sealed door before them. This was the final obstacle before they reached the broadcasting equipment within. "Charges!" the team leader called out, and the squad's assigned Sapper quickly made his way forward. Gesturing to the overly-secure door, the TL instructed, "Blow this thing so we can git inside. Move." With that, the grizzled-face Sapper unstrapped his back and began to get to work. It would take a few minutes.
In the meantime, the TL instructed those providing security to push the perimeter out. When this door blew, they would all need to be a safe distance away, especially those in the back blast area. Gamble suggested they move back to the intersecting hallway they had just come from... just to be safe.
They were in the middle of the kill zone. Any man who went down here would have to stay down and await medical evaluation and/or treatment once the assault pushed through. You didn't just stop within the cone of fire and tend to injured troopers. That was plain suicide and only begged the enemy to supply you with more injured, wounded, and dead. They kept pushing.
It took them a bit, but finally Bravo pushed through their objective, either driving back the defenders or laying them out on the corridor floor. It had gotten a little hairy while they were stepping over bodies, some of them still conscious. Billy pushed himself up once the bulk of his squad passed by. Grabbing at some flexi-cuffs, he began to detain those defenders that weren't dead, though unfortunately some tried to fight still, to which they met a quick and fatal end... knife to the throat.
It wasn't the ideal way to handle the issue, but considering their current terrain and forced speed of march, they had to. Again, you didn't just stop in the middle of a firefight while you were in the kill zone and attempt to restrain and detain someone. If they weren't smart enough to realize they were done and should just wait for medical attention, then too bad. SOLAG wasn't going to needlessly risk their own lives for that of an idiot opponent.
And speaking of SOLAG, so far, they had only managed a few injuries, two of them being critical and requiring emergency medical attention, but otherwise, they were mopping it up something fierce in here. The opposing forces weren't so lucky. Regardless of their defending tactics, which were actually pretty solid considering, they were paying dearly in blood. Somebody did -not- want them accomplishing their objective.
Coming to the end of the hallway, the two squads set up 360 security as best as they could and reconsolidated ammo and such, getting a headcount and determining operational status. Both seemed good and were at least at seventy percent with manpower being reduced down to just below ninety, mostly due to injury. Good, and the hard part was over... or so they thought.
Looking at the large, sealed door before them. This was the final obstacle before they reached the broadcasting equipment within. "Charges!" the team leader called out, and the squad's assigned Sapper quickly made his way forward. Gesturing to the overly-secure door, the TL instructed, "Blow this thing so we can git inside. Move." With that, the grizzled-face Sapper unstrapped his back and began to get to work. It would take a few minutes.
In the meantime, the TL instructed those providing security to push the perimeter out. When this door blew, they would all need to be a safe distance away, especially those in the back blast area. Gamble suggested they move back to the intersecting hallway they had just come from... just to be safe.
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"CLEAR!!" Called out the Sapper as he himself took cover just beyond the intersection. Placing one ear on his shoulder as he plugged the other, his free hand manning the detonator, he called out again in a loud voice of warning, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" One thousand one; one thousand two, he counted to himself before depressing the red button. Why were those buttons always red anyway? Oh yeah.... DANGER!!
The shockwave could be felt down all the nearby corridors for easily a few hundred yards. There was really no place for the pressure to find relief save over distance. Peeking about the corner, Proctor called out "CLEAR!!" as the team jumped up to their feet and stacked on the entryway. Once the last man was up, the call was given to move in real quick like, weapons at the ready as they sighted down the barrel for the quick shot.
Gamble was third man up in the stack on the left, dual krayt dragon pearl-handled blasters ready to take down anything that stood. Amusedly, the door had been blasted squarely into the broadcasting computer, shorting the systems out as the thing fried itself both internally and outwardly, sparks flying as small flames spewed up from what corners and crevices they could. There had been a few technicians inside. Some had fled for cover, others just stood there with that 'deer in the headlights' look. It would've been amusing any other time.
The team made quick work, gathering and flexi-cuffing those that were still alive. The team leader made to call it in, but as it turned out, his radio had been shot sometime in the past few minutes. "Gamble," he barked out as he threw down his melted piece of gadgetry that once use to be his comm, "Call this shet in an' let'em know we've mission success."
Gesturing towards the other entryways of the room, the TL further ordered, "The rest of you set-up security an' figure out patrols to flush out whoever's left. Mop-up time." With that, the squads moved quickly as they complied with the last order. The two medics they had with them began to see and tend the SOLAG operatives first, ensuring they were well-off before tending to the wounded of the opposing forces.
"CLEAR!!" Called out the Sapper as he himself took cover just beyond the intersection. Placing one ear on his shoulder as he plugged the other, his free hand manning the detonator, he called out again in a loud voice of warning, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!!" One thousand one; one thousand two, he counted to himself before depressing the red button. Why were those buttons always red anyway? Oh yeah.... DANGER!!
*** BOOM ***
The shockwave could be felt down all the nearby corridors for easily a few hundred yards. There was really no place for the pressure to find relief save over distance. Peeking about the corner, Proctor called out "CLEAR!!" as the team jumped up to their feet and stacked on the entryway. Once the last man was up, the call was given to move in real quick like, weapons at the ready as they sighted down the barrel for the quick shot.
Gamble was third man up in the stack on the left, dual krayt dragon pearl-handled blasters ready to take down anything that stood. Amusedly, the door had been blasted squarely into the broadcasting computer, shorting the systems out as the thing fried itself both internally and outwardly, sparks flying as small flames spewed up from what corners and crevices they could. There had been a few technicians inside. Some had fled for cover, others just stood there with that 'deer in the headlights' look. It would've been amusing any other time.
The team made quick work, gathering and flexi-cuffing those that were still alive. The team leader made to call it in, but as it turned out, his radio had been shot sometime in the past few minutes. "Gamble," he barked out as he threw down his melted piece of gadgetry that once use to be his comm, "Call this shet in an' let'em know we've mission success."
Gesturing towards the other entryways of the room, the TL further ordered, "The rest of you set-up security an' figure out patrols to flush out whoever's left. Mop-up time." With that, the squads moved quickly as they complied with the last order. The two medics they had with them began to see and tend the SOLAG operatives first, ensuring they were well-off before tending to the wounded of the opposing forces.