Wrong Place, Wrong time

[Dav Wren]

Wren followed Flesio who followed Priest through the smoke. It was rushing out into the open air, still thick. He chose not to depend on his sight as other senses including intuition, the sixth sense. Dav relaxed as much as it was possible to to relax; that was to say any hostile movement was going to get a knife buried in it.

He had something of an advantage, pulling up the rear-guard. If he heard the sounds of fighting, he knew what was coming. But Dav had been point before too and felt that uncertainty. The Priest clansman didn't seem too young so he was probably lucky or good or both.

Lucky wasn't something you could measure but Dav believed it existed in some capacity. Statisticians said it didn't exist but they weren't fighters, just counters of numbers. Violence was an art even more than it was a science. Art was done by feel.

Flesio had stopped ahead of him, expressing confusion about a helmet he'd found. Dav took the helmet and immediately saw the red.

"This is blood, vode," he told the younger man gruffly but not overly so "This one is taab'echaaj'la."

His actions were brief but mentally significant. Dav saw the colors and knew this Mando'ade had died in the line of duty. There was honor here no matter their loss. The helmet was set down with some care.

@Bailey Arterius @Jacob Flores @Mirdala Priest

 

[Bailey Arterius]

Watching as the 3 men moved into the area, and realizing she was close to defenseless minus the small blade she had strapped to her thigh, she didn't like the odds of being around people she was unfamiliar with. She'd rather be near someone she's known for a good 20 minutes. Shuffling through her satchel she pulled out an old air filter that attached along her jaw and covered her mouth and nose. Pulling the knife from her side she walked in, hoping to catch up with them quickly.

Walking up she saw them setting down a helmet. Never a good sign, though an honorable death. She started to walk along the side of Dav Wren.
"What do you think we're getting into?"

 

[Mirdala Priest]

Sh'ehn Priest

Sawed off held in right hand, double barrel resting in the crook of my left elbow at the high and ready, left hand clutching my right forearm to keep weapon tight and moving with my torso/eyes. Couldn't see anything as I moved along the wall. My foot caught something and I stumbled a step. Attention going low, my eyes widened in concern before narrowing in anger.

A Skirata in orange and black armor was slumped against the wall, his head half missing and helmet gone. Whatever had killed the Mando had not done it with a blaster, too messy. Even a heavy blaster qould have cauterized what was left of his cranium. This was something else entirely, and the unknown set me on high alert, my senses pricking at every auditory cue that reached me. Rising, I continued along the wall, mind set on the Hunt before me, somewhere behind the ominous wall of smoke.

 

[Dav Wren]

The smaller woman caught up with his longer strides as they made their way deeper in. He answered her question without taking his eyes off what was in front.

"Nothing good," he replied tersely. And it was true, the further they walked in, the more his feeling of unease grew. It was just a feeling but you learned to listen to those little inklings if you wanted to stay alive. Speaking of which....

Wren noticed the woman being virtually unarmed and his lips compressed into a thin line. He drew his pistol and handed it to her, muzzle first. It wasn't as much a sentimental gesture as a practical one. You needed somebody to watch your back and they needed to stay alive.

"Use it like a club, if you have to," he told her "But I expect it back after this."

@Bailey Arterius @Jacob Flores @Mirdala Priest

 

[Bailey Arterius]

"Thanks" She mumbled, it was a nice gesture be it for her own safety or his. The smoke was thinning slightly, but not much. She examined the pistol quickly, before returning it to the position he had handed it to her in. Held by the muzzle.

She listened for any sounds of a battle up front, any slips, that way she had at least a second to prepare before being shot. Or stabbed. Or worse. Right now she could see about 10 feet in front of her. The silence was suspenseful to say the least. I mean how long is this thing?

 

[Darasuum]

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This was rediculous. The bloody amatures trying to take care of this issue. The young Donar would have been furious, reckless, and charged in probably not helping the situation. He imagined the axe in the hand, swing after swing on the wooden handle of the heavy instrument. His mentor, Tannen Bralor ( ( @Diva ) had taught him how to deal with his emotions, form it into someting productive. This was one of those times he needed to focus and deal with the issue at hand. The Jagged Jaw, a Snapper class corvette had come out of hyper space minutes ago and the two Guardian gunships ( @Outlander ) were entering the atmosphere close to the base.

The EMP would have knocked out devices for a max of several minutes. That was enough for them to get in but these guys were sloppy from the reports he was receiving. The Blue Skull Buccaneers remnants of various gangs and terrorist cells including being founded by some of the more ruthless members of the Frontier Buccaneers. Donar figured they likely were either doing this as a perosnal powergrab against other rival criminal forces or to make a statement on behalf of a third party. They had attacked the
Dominion base and not the Dawnward Design Industry plants so it was potentially the sith though he doubted it.

He called in over the comms to those of his Clan down on the surface to usher anyone without a mask on. He had a LAHD/c deploying close to the base to provide more troops on the ground against any residual ground defenses. The doctor had already contacted those of his family members who were close by ad they were already moving a QRF force. These fools thought it would be easy to take from those on Concord Dawn, they were wrong. This was a world of a hundred wars, his world. The EMP would have knocked out any attacker devices as well so they would have to wait until it wore off for them to make a quick escape. The Concord Dawn Marshal Service was already blocking off any escape of the enemy. Those that escaped the damage would receive medical attention and the attackers would be destroyed or apprehended. Knowing his own anger towards the affront the hostiles should hope they were dead. Any craft that the Blue Skull Buccaneers had tried to escape on was blown out of the sky after trying to evade and return fire. They were not proud kills by Donar and his wingman, but necessary.

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Spoiler: OOC

@Jacob Flores please remove any mention of a biological weapon completely from this thread. It's basically a weapon of mass destruction the likes of which the attackers would not have acquired in the first place let alone be able to use. other people please act like there is no biological weapon. It's very close to making this thread reportable and voided

 

[JDF]

A while had passed and the endless wandering around in the fog got the group nowhere. The smoke was just too thick to see anything useful. But right when things seemed out of hand, Jaycob's helmet HUD rebooted. Jaycob turned to the group and said

"Would you look at that? I've got power again." Right away, he turned on his thermal visor and unslung his rifle.

A whole new world opened up in front of his eyes. The fog still deterred his vision but he could see more and more computer consoles and light panels flickering on. Jaycob turned a full 360 degrees to see where exactly they were. At this point, the group had made it so far into the base the exit was nowhere in sight. With further observation, Jaycob could see the command station the head of security would use to oversee the base. Multiple screens lit up, revealing cameras in different locations: the armory, the mess hall, the barracks, and...the main generator. All of the screens were labeled to their corresponding camera locations but the camera in the main generator room seemed to be disconnected. The pirates must've blown the generator to cripple the bases defenses. Assuming the EMP effects wore off, Jaycob walked to the ventilation switch and turned it on. The air vents sucked in all of the smoke and cleared up the room. Jaycob and the crew were now clearly visible. And so were the bodies.

 

[Dav Wren]

Much to his pleasant surprise, Wren's helmet HUD was coming online at the same time as Flesio's. His own location and those of his allies appeared as blips and he was fed a blueprint of the facility. It was a line drawing of the building done to scale. A potential advantage for them.

The terrorists might not have all the detail they now had. A quick check confirmed Dav's A140 was operational and his lips curled up in the ghost of a smile. But that meant any blaster tech the enemy had was back up too. He spoke up to the smaller woman beside him and Flesio just ahead.

"Look alive, our weapons are up again but so are the enemy's."

He sheathed his knife and took up his rifle on it's strap, making sure the selector was on semi-automatic bursts. Full auto was usually just a waste of ammo that only rookies used except in covering a retreat. Dav was glad that he wasn't totally blind in the heavy smoke anymore.

@Mirdala Priest @Jacob Flores @Bailey Arterius

 

[Mirdala Priest]

Sh'ehn Priest
Concord Dawn

Stalking quietly, I attempted to block out the rhythmic sounds of the building, listening for auditory cues distinct from the pattern. Just as I began to round a corner to clear the next hallway, my HUD lit up. Heat washed over my T-Visor, and I realized the intensity was an armed figure, rounding the same corner as me. Startled, I lifted the muzzle of my sawed off and fired from the hip, both barrels. Given our close proximity the force knocked the man back against the wall. Springing forward, I swung the sawed off right to left, catching just over the man's left eye. A hollow clang resounded as metal met skull, the assailant hitting the ground stunned. Using Cerberus like a pipe, I kept connecting until he stopped moving. He was carrying a pump action slugthrower. I frowned. A 12 gauge like that, under the chin, would've done to someone's head what I had seen of the Skirata sentry. Damn.

Kicking his weapon away, I popped open my own shotgun, shook out the spent casings and popped two more shells in before snapping it closed.

 

[JDF]

A blast door opened behind the group and more smoke entered the room. Green and red blaster fire came from the fog and flew past Jaycob's head. He blindly returned fire and dove behind a computer console.

"You guys want action? You guys got it!" Jaycob turned on his thermal vision and peeked above the console. He could see blue outlines of 3 enemies firing at them. Jaycob aimed his blaster and let out a barrage of fire onto the targets. 2 out of the 3 enemies were killed while the other was shot in the foot and limping away leaving a blue outlined blood trail. Jaycob vaulted over the computer and sprinted towards the trail, forgetting about the group behind him. His actions may have seemed too agressive but after almost 2 hours, the group was getting nowhere.

The blood trail led down a corridor which was almost cleared of the smoke. The trail was cut off by another blast door.

"Blast!" He cursed aloud. The base was a labyrinth. The pirates could be anywhere, they had the advantage.

 

[Dav Wren]

It started just like that. Dav's attention was piqued by the sound of gunfire ahead, knowing Priest was on point. A pair of blast doors opened to reveal a small pocket of attackers. Flesio took out two with a burst of fire and injured a third.

Foolishly the young man hurtled a terminal and went off after the injured terrorist. Wren growled in irritation.

"Flesio you fething!-" his words trailed off as his figure turned the corner. He turned to look at the woman beside him.

"Don't get any heroic ideas. Stay with me, we're going to have to collect him before he gets killed."

He kept his head on a swivel and his rifle leveled as he properly swept the room. Wren only stopped to kick the bodies. Best to make sure they weren't playing possum. It turned out that they weren't but holes that size usually didn't leave survivors.

"You want a bigger gun?," he asked Arterius "Take one."

He dipped his head towards the bodies.

@Jaycob Flesio @Mirdala Priest @Bailey Arterius

 

[Mirdala Priest]

Sh'ehn Priest
Sh'ehn's THEME
Hearing blaster fire, I double backed and re-entered the previous corridor, sawed off at the high and ready. Two thermal signatures ahead, through the smoke, 4 meters. De-activating my thermal, I moved quickly and silently on their Six, ready to put a slug in both before they turned. Visibility cleared as the smoke thinned with proximity: Bailey and the Wren Legionairre.

Lowering my weapon, I placed my left hand on Wren's shoulder, letting him know I was behind him and ready to roll foward with the assault. With Wren in front, me on the left, Bailey on tbe right, we moved forward in a "rolling T" formation.

Two dead tangos in the room, blood trail leading out into another corridor. Moving tactically, we linked up with Flesio at the sealed blast door. "Sitrep?"

 

[Bailey Arterius]

"Thanks, but believe it or not i'll pass" She responded to Wren glancing back she noticed Priest had come up behind them. Good. She didn't like being in the back.

Pulling up to the blast door she looked at Flesio. He seemed undecided, calculating even. Strange, for the brief period of time she'd know him he sure seemed like the jump the gun type. Looking down she noticed the blood trail.
"I take it we're gonna have a bit of a fight going in there?"

 

[JDF]

The blast door was locked shut.

"Anyone have an explosive charges?" It seemed like the only way to get through the door. The smoke was finally clearing up and the facility was slowly gaining power. The group stood there in a circle wondering what to do. There was still enemies in the vicinity and they needed to take care of it.

Suddenly, Jaycob came up with an idea.

"If none of you have any charges, I could hit up the armory for some equipment." The only rooms that were still open were the armory, the prison, and the cafeteria. Presumably, all of these areas had enemies in them, but the number and strength is unknown.

"Perhaps we could split up and cover more ground to take down these guys?" Jaycob said as he strolled toward the armory.

"Anyone can join me if they'd like."

@Dav Wren