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RP [Nepleslia] Job 1 - River Raising
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Any further comment that Amelia, as she used the sleeve of her jacket to block off the smell of charred flesh, would have made of the matter was cut short by the noise and reappearance of the enemy aircraft. The xenotechnologist ran after Gris without looking back.
As people started running, the missile hit, throwing everyone against one of the moss mounds. The mound was soft at first, but the force pushed them enough for them to feel the stone hard subsurface, a few inches below the moss. The fighters passed over then wheeled around, coming at the group from across the river - they would be pinned against the moss wall if they didn't move quickly.
Amelia landed on her back shortly after feeling the ground leave her feet, knocking the air from her from the impact. She got up as fast as she could, and although she was still disoriented, the urgency to get out of there as fast as she could prompted her to act and run away from the area, not really to a particular direction.
ShotJon
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As Gris was thrown off her feet, she rotated around to fall on her back, her bag taking the fall. More then anything though, she wanted to protect the pilot girl. She was alive and Gris would do her best to keep her alive. With a grunt and sight, Gris raised back to her feet and continued to run, following Amelia. "Schnella, Schnella, Schnella," Gris shouted at he comrades. Moving in low gravity like this luckily was not very tiring for some who grew up in gravity three times as big.
Several more blasts hit the tree line after the group passed through it, followed by more shots - some passing through what was left of the trees and whizzing by heads and shoulders. Then more missiles took out several from the front row of moss mounds - making the group visible targets again. Thankfully, the fighters had to turn before making another pass, giving everyone a few more precious seconds.
Helen looked out from behind a moss mound two rows further back and called out to everyone waving them over.
"Come here, I found a way to hide," she yelled.
One of the moss mounds next to her had 6' by 3', nearly square, hole in the side, with some places filled with rubble to either side of a corridor. The moss thinned out as the darkness deepened, until bits of plaster, concrete, and glass could be recognized. This only went on for a short while before a set of stairs went further down into the inky blackness.
Helen looked out from behind a moss mound two rows further back and called out to everyone waving them over.
"Come here, I found a way to hide," she yelled.
One of the moss mounds next to her had 6' by 3', nearly square, hole in the side, with some places filled with rubble to either side of a corridor. The moss thinned out as the darkness deepened, until bits of plaster, concrete, and glass could be recognized. This only went on for a short while before a set of stairs went further down into the inky blackness.
With one arm over her head to shield herself from the debris being thrown around by the aircraft, Amelia had cleared her head long enough to change course and head towards Helen. She skidded to a halt, almost falling but using her hand on the last minute to regain balance and push herself to her feet again. She wouldn't die like that, miserable in a pile of moss, and used that prospect to run even faster towards Helen.
The xenotechnologist skidded to a halt after she got into the tunnel, breathing heavily and leaning against one side of the wall as she looked at Helen for any other instructions.
The xenotechnologist skidded to a halt after she got into the tunnel, breathing heavily and leaning against one side of the wall as she looked at Helen for any other instructions.
viralyte
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The blast knocked the small doctor onto the ground, tumbling until he hit a rock that blasted the wind from his lungs. He sat there on his hands and knees trying to catch his breath when he spotted Helen, waving the group down. He crawled along the floor to her and the assembling group and stared down into the hole, unsure which place was safer. He moved a little closer to the "guards" of his group and looked for their take on the situation.
Saul
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Giani was running, and then he wasn't. It was simple as that.
At one moment he had a grip on the body of the near-dead pilot and was doing his best to get away from this surprise attack's killzone. In the next moment he was suddenly flying. Giani wasn't Lorath. He didn't have wings. And even if he was, the Lorath couldn't actually use their wings to fly. So either way he would have been in a bad situation. He wasn't one of the lucky ones who could somehow escape a blast with no damage. He registered the sharp burn of shrapnel cutting into his back through his shirt, maybe some in one of his legs, but he couldn't focus well on things like that as he saw the ground rising up to meet him.
He was still for a moment. His body burned. His everything hurt right now.
So while the others scrambled for cover, it seemed he needed a few moments dragging himself along the ground with grunts of pain. It wasn't until looking back over his shoulder at the jets jockeying to get into another run that he found the energy to rise up into a run.
Unlike the others who paused to maybe examine the entrance, Giani went in, with one weapon raised the whole time.
"We don't have time to gawk, folks!" He yelled, waving them in, "Those jets aren't exactly gonna wait!"
At one moment he had a grip on the body of the near-dead pilot and was doing his best to get away from this surprise attack's killzone. In the next moment he was suddenly flying. Giani wasn't Lorath. He didn't have wings. And even if he was, the Lorath couldn't actually use their wings to fly. So either way he would have been in a bad situation. He wasn't one of the lucky ones who could somehow escape a blast with no damage. He registered the sharp burn of shrapnel cutting into his back through his shirt, maybe some in one of his legs, but he couldn't focus well on things like that as he saw the ground rising up to meet him.
He was still for a moment. His body burned. His everything hurt right now.
So while the others scrambled for cover, it seemed he needed a few moments dragging himself along the ground with grunts of pain. It wasn't until looking back over his shoulder at the jets jockeying to get into another run that he found the energy to rise up into a run.
Unlike the others who paused to maybe examine the entrance, Giani went in, with one weapon raised the whole time.
"We don't have time to gawk, folks!" He yelled, waving them in, "Those jets aren't exactly gonna wait!"
Soon many of the second row of mounds exploded into debris which showered on to the mound they had entered. The ground rumbled under their feet from the explosions and dust was knocked down from places it had rested for untold years. Then more rumbling above came, as if the mound itself was not entirely stable.
"Down, down, down!" Helen yelled as she pulled herself down what seemed like two storeys of stairs, "It will collapse soon!"
The geologist stopped by what looked like a rusted plate opened at one side on the fourth level down.
"We need to get in here!" she called out.
"Down, down, down!" Helen yelled as she pulled herself down what seemed like two storeys of stairs, "It will collapse soon!"
The geologist stopped by what looked like a rusted plate opened at one side on the fourth level down.
"We need to get in here!" she called out.
Amelia followed close by the group, at one point fishing out a small flashlight from her backpack to light the way ahead, noticing how the glove on her hand was charred and ripped on a pace as well as the sleeve of the sweater on the same arm, with some scorch marks every now and then on the jacket over the sweater. She could hazard a guess that it came from the missile but she hadn't noticed that because of all the rush. The prospect of getting buried alive there also crossed her mind, but risking was better than go back out and face certain death.
"Hey, let me help you out." she said to Giani after going down until what would be the fourth level of stairs and seeing that he was in a very, very bad shape. The xenotechnologist wrapped the man's free arm around her neck and her own arm around his to help him support on his uninjured leg and then started moving through the way Helen was signaling them to go. The way she saw it, he was in a whole new level of bad shape than she was, and that was right after the pain flared on her right arm and hand.
"Hey, let me help you out." she said to Giani after going down until what would be the fourth level of stairs and seeing that he was in a very, very bad shape. The xenotechnologist wrapped the man's free arm around her neck and her own arm around his to help him support on his uninjured leg and then started moving through the way Helen was signaling them to go. The way she saw it, he was in a whole new level of bad shape than she was, and that was right after the pain flared on her right arm and hand.
Saul
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Giani gave Amelia a small nod and she would be able to tell instantly in the stagger of his step as she grabbed him by his cybernetic arm that he was relying more on adrenaline than actual strength in his muscles to keep him up right now with the way blood was soaking through the back of his shirt and down his pants. She would also be able to notice that with shrapnel in both legs, that he didn't have an uninjured side right now, so much as a less injured side. With his free hand he kept his pistol at the read, aiming it wherever Amelia happened to keep her light pointed. Occasionally he would grumble something that might be just loud enough between ground-shaking explosions for everybody to hear but only Amelia would be close enough to make out any details. Most of his profanities were in Nepleslian but he held no qualms about exercising his mastery of other languages as well.
Out of the corner of his eye he watched her, "Sorry to be bleedin' on ya, doll. Hell of a first impression, eh?"
Out of the corner of his eye he watched her, "Sorry to be bleedin' on ya, doll. Hell of a first impression, eh?"
Soon the rumbling started again as Helen managed to get the door the rest of the way open. Beyond was true blackness that that felt and smelled stuffy. The geologist crawled in anyway, soon splashing through some water over to the other side of what ever this new opening was. This was soon followed by the sound of an explosion up above, and the rumble of something heavy caving in.
"Come on! Hurry!" Helen called out, "Get through the door!"
"Come on! Hurry!" Helen called out, "Get through the door!"
viralyte
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The rumbling shook the small doctor and he had fallen down a few steps before he was roughly pulled along into the dark abyss below the ground. He couldn't see and his only flashlight was in his medical bag in the destroyed dropship. He moved with the surge of people, his hand catching a rocky outcropping that put a nasty scrape only the palm of his hand. He wasn't too worse for wear, he had some small cuts and grazes from the explosions, but his adrenaline was pumping away the pain and feeling in his legs and his deep breathing was making him light headed. He followed the group as they turned into a room or cavern and he immediately collapsed against a wall, trying to get his breathing under control before he passed out. He probed around on his legs and abdomen, looking for any wounds or shrapnel that might have been lodged into him. He had a deep gash on his calf, which would definitely hurt when his adrenaline stopped. He let the wound go and politely asked the closest person if they were doing alright, and started to examine the wounded.
As the last person came through, the door slammed from the debris coming behind it with a loud bang that seemed to echo sideways in the room they entered. The little bit of light that was half reflecting down the stairs was gone and nothing could be seen as the rumbling continued.
Anyone who walked more than three feet (~1m) from the door would find a one foot drop off into shallow water that would go for ten feet, then jump back up again. After another three feet, the floor hit a three foot half wall that was two feet thick - the other side mirroring the previous to total 34 feet from the door to the opposite full wall. To either side, however, was what seemed like an infinity in the complete lack of light while two foot square pillars came up from the centre half wall every ten feet.
The walls of the place seemed to have a cracked stone or mortar feel to them - that is where it didn't seem like half disks of dense closed-cell foam were protruding from it or snaking branches. The troughs of the floor - aside from water - also seemed to have heavy ridges that - two each - that ran parallel with the walls. Below the heavy ridges were shallower ones that were spaced three feet a part.
Soon the rumbling stopped, and as the echo died various small to large fungi began to glow with a pale green light. All around them could be seen roots of various trees working their way around the pillars and down the walls of what was quickly looking more and more like an old tram tunnel. Underneath the organics however, was what looked like concrete that had been falling a part - some areas revealing brick and mortar below that.
With the loss of the rumbling were also the sounds of water drops, randomly coming from different directions down the tunnel. The ridges looked like rusted rails and concrete ties running off in either direction. Also, if Griselda allowed herself, her delicate senses may pick up the extremely faint smell of antiseptic among the grime.
Anyone who walked more than three feet (~1m) from the door would find a one foot drop off into shallow water that would go for ten feet, then jump back up again. After another three feet, the floor hit a three foot half wall that was two feet thick - the other side mirroring the previous to total 34 feet from the door to the opposite full wall. To either side, however, was what seemed like an infinity in the complete lack of light while two foot square pillars came up from the centre half wall every ten feet.
The walls of the place seemed to have a cracked stone or mortar feel to them - that is where it didn't seem like half disks of dense closed-cell foam were protruding from it or snaking branches. The troughs of the floor - aside from water - also seemed to have heavy ridges that - two each - that ran parallel with the walls. Below the heavy ridges were shallower ones that were spaced three feet a part.
Soon the rumbling stopped, and as the echo died various small to large fungi began to glow with a pale green light. All around them could be seen roots of various trees working their way around the pillars and down the walls of what was quickly looking more and more like an old tram tunnel. Underneath the organics however, was what looked like concrete that had been falling a part - some areas revealing brick and mortar below that.
With the loss of the rumbling were also the sounds of water drops, randomly coming from different directions down the tunnel. The ridges looked like rusted rails and concrete ties running off in either direction. Also, if Griselda allowed herself, her delicate senses may pick up the extremely faint smell of antiseptic among the grime.
Amelia's expression changed as she went through the door just a couple of seconds before the place behind it was filled with debris, furrowing her brows and the clenching her teeth as she contemplated the prospect of being buried alive. The train of thought didn't last long, however, as she noticed something warm slowly wicking through her jacket, realizing short only after that it was Giani's blood.
"Don't worry about it, just try to stay awake and put that thing away." She answered the linguist, nodding with her head towards the pistol that he was holding and then trying to make sense of the area they were in as her flashlight revealed bit by bit of the room, not exactly expect anything to show up down there and he wasn't in any good shape to shoot anyway. The first thing she did notice even before shining the flashlight around was the strong smell of mold, irritating her nostrils as she moved deeper into the room.
The xenotechnologist moved carefully, doing her best not to trip on anything that might be under the water while she supported the injured linguist. "Doc! Over here!" Amelia said to Fighlan, waving the flashlight at the doctor once to she climbed back up on the other side, her then boots soaked with water and making the typical 'squelch' sound whenever she took a step and helped settle Giani somewhere as she waited for him to get any help.
"Don't worry about it, just try to stay awake and put that thing away." She answered the linguist, nodding with her head towards the pistol that he was holding and then trying to make sense of the area they were in as her flashlight revealed bit by bit of the room, not exactly expect anything to show up down there and he wasn't in any good shape to shoot anyway. The first thing she did notice even before shining the flashlight around was the strong smell of mold, irritating her nostrils as she moved deeper into the room.
The xenotechnologist moved carefully, doing her best not to trip on anything that might be under the water while she supported the injured linguist. "Doc! Over here!" Amelia said to Fighlan, waving the flashlight at the doctor once to she climbed back up on the other side, her then boots soaked with water and making the typical 'squelch' sound whenever she took a step and helped settle Giani somewhere as she waited for him to get any help.
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Slowly, but surely, others began to smell the little bit of antiseptic at the very edge of perception.
"Hey, does anyone smell that?" Helen asked, sniffing at the air again in puzzlement, "Also, I think some of these roots might be thick enough for splints, if we need them."
Surface
Up topside, six fighters swooped in and began taking up positions around the half burnt shuttle, and another small cargo craft came by. The second shuttle lined itself up, then landed so that its rear hatch was on the same side as the dig team's and close enough to make any transfer quick. Soon, four of the fighters landed and out of the five vehicles, ten pirates popped out and made their way to their new prize
Laughing and joking, the pirates began going through the goods on the civilian shuttle, preparing to take whatever they pleased. However off in the woods that had not been razed, a predator stalked, disturbed by their activity and driven to deal with it.
Slowly, but surely, others began to smell the little bit of antiseptic at the very edge of perception.
"Hey, does anyone smell that?" Helen asked, sniffing at the air again in puzzlement, "Also, I think some of these roots might be thick enough for splints, if we need them."
Surface
Up topside, six fighters swooped in and began taking up positions around the half burnt shuttle, and another small cargo craft came by. The second shuttle lined itself up, then landed so that its rear hatch was on the same side as the dig team's and close enough to make any transfer quick. Soon, four of the fighters landed and out of the five vehicles, ten pirates popped out and made their way to their new prize
Laughing and joking, the pirates began going through the goods on the civilian shuttle, preparing to take whatever they pleased. However off in the woods that had not been razed, a predator stalked, disturbed by their activity and driven to deal with it.
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Saul
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Giani still did his best to help Amelia carry him along, even though his pride seemed to be getting slowly worse than his wounds at the thought of the tiny little xenotech expert being the one supporting him after that whole encounter. Yet part of him was elsewhere. As a former Marine with combat experience, he was able to put himself into the mind of the commander of whoever attacked him. Pirates, most likely. And pirates seldom attacked without going after cargo and hostages. So right now, if he were the leader of those pirates? He'd be moving in on that ship to see if maybe he could salvage some - Giani started laughing.
Slow at first, light, but once he was set down as comfortably as possible against a nearby wall, his whole body shook with the laughter.
Nitroglycerin. Magnesium. Plastic explosives. Jet fuel.
Pounds and crate-loads and gallons of the stuff that he'd had brought along from construction and industrial contractors. All of it still left aboard. Burning. In rising heat. It was amazing that their pilot and the ship hadn't been blown clear to the sky. But he didn't feel that the pirates were going to be so lucky.
Slow at first, light, but once he was set down as comfortably as possible against a nearby wall, his whole body shook with the laughter.
Nitroglycerin. Magnesium. Plastic explosives. Jet fuel.
Pounds and crate-loads and gallons of the stuff that he'd had brought along from construction and industrial contractors. All of it still left aboard. Burning. In rising heat. It was amazing that their pilot and the ship hadn't been blown clear to the sky. But he didn't feel that the pirates were going to be so lucky.
ShotJon
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Gris waddled through the water to find a bit of dry spot, where she settled the hurt pilot. All the running could not help her. "I think she needz anozer check-up. I kannicht do much elze then firzt aid." Gris said and then looked around. What a bloody hellhole and it smelled strange. "Alzo for some reazon, dis place smelles like a hozpital. I kann smell zee chems."
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