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RP: Neshaten Division 5, Case 02: Cause and Effect



The rope already set up by the time Suzu'ha detonated the explosives, she wasted no time going down as soon as they went off. Catching her breath on the way down, her blue fox eyes focused on her surroundings, they had the element of surprise, and she intended to take full advantage of it. It seemed that despite the terrorists' experience, they had forgotten the fact that overconfidence was a slow and insidious killer, believing themselves protected by the building they had claimed.

Landing right behind Cirillo, who was quick to raise his shield, the girl readied her SMG and got to work. - "Roger that sir!" - She quickly replied. His covering fire giving her the brief safety she needed to aim properly and take out as many terrorists as she could, always prioritizing the safety of the hostages and themselves.

With the element of surprise, their quick dispatch of the nearby terrorists and Kil'nda's sniper support, victory was as good as theirs as long as they kept their nerve, thought the young Daur, keeping up the rain of lead upon their foes.

The KrimsonWulf

🦾 FM of Nepleslia
🎖️ Game Master

Yuri'no smirked, in the chaos.stepping closer to the unlucky daur. closing distance quickly his tied hands pulling close straining the restraints until they snapped. towering above the Terrorist his white eyes locking on their target, several terrorists turned in the fray beginning to shoulder their weapons. the situation played out in almost slow motion. drawing the the blade from its owners sheath. a black clawed hand wrapped around the chin of the of the Daur. laughing to himself Yuri'no ran the blade through his chest.lifting the terrorist off the ground his own blade now piercing through his chest. as the daurs life began to fade, his comrades opened fire.Yuri'no started moving, using his captor as a shield, taking advantage of the Div.5 team breaching the safehouse. closing distance to yet another would-be terrorist, the massive Laibe threw the now bullet riddled corpse at his former comrades, darting to the side before allowing his blade to dance through the throat of the distracted gunman, using their hand to turn the submachine gun they held, to fire a burst into the closest enemy. before throwing them aside. his final target began to take aim, firing a burst in Yuri'no's direction. grazing his arm before the Laibe could throw the blade in his hand into the trunk of his target before picking up a proper sword from a previously dispatched terrorist, taking cover to assess his wounds."Its about time you decided to breach!" he called out to the assault team still staying behind cover.


🦊 FM of Neshaten
🎖️ Game Master
A brief vapour trail quickly dissipated as Kil'nda's target slumped over their shortened machine gun, covering the other terrorist's clothing and face with viscera that used to be their partner's head. The deafening shot had rang true, splintering a fine hole through one of the safehouse's reinforced windows and causing it to crack, forming an intricate and web-like pattern of cracks through the dense panel.

Though the layers of composite material held themselves together for the most-part as Kil'nda cycled his rifle, the sniper's deceased target dragging the machine gun down the stairs as they collapsed further, putting it out of commission and sending belts of ammunition tumbling as their terrified companion stumbled out. Clearly dazed and out-of-sorts the bloodied Laibe stumbled up the stairs and out into the open, hand making a few limp, failed attempts to unholster an archaic-looking pistol from its leather bindings as their piercing blue eyes stared deeply into a blank wall.

The pincer manouver performed by the rest of the team was also very effective, their compact firearms flinging low-drag needles through their targets, producing notoriously hard-to-close wound channels that granted their unfortunate targets a quick, clean death nine times out of ten. With Kyet and Leo using their elevated position to their advantage while Cirillo's heavy shield helped make sure Suzu'ha could keep the pressure up without exposing herself too much, it was like shooting fish in a barrel for such highly trained individuals.

The hostages, some gagged and others with their mouths uncovered were trying their best to crawl out of the way, letting out the occasional yelp of surprise or shock simply because they couldn't do much else. The bodies piled up and Kyeterinyah called out Yuri'no's name to get the man's attention, studying the only free captive closely for a few short moments before tossing him her sidearm, hoping he'd be useful enough to help finish off the handful of terrorists that remained.

Discounting the still-dazed Laibe who was wandering around aimlessly there looked to be another two or three Kingdom-Fall members still fighting back from behind some makeshift furniture barricades at the back of the safehouse. One Laibe with an uncharacteristically stout build tossed her empty, smoking rifle aside and ducked down behind cover, reappearing with the sharp tip of a standard-issue Seta'sis sword held close to the neck of a terrified Daur.

There was no clear shot for the team's sniper, at least not on the hostage taker, the others were fair game though he'd need to be careful to not misread the situation.

"Stop! or your man gets his Drisa throat slit!" she yelled out, a burly arm around the Daur's neck securing the shorter, gagged fox close to the Laibe's chest, her teeth bared and black coat of fur puffed up in a primal display of danger. The others near this ballsy woman kept as low and behind cover as they could, barrels of their guns barely peeking over their cover as they swept the Operatives.

"Lets talk," she demanded, Leo carefully making his way down the stairs with one hand extended, trying to stop the knife-wielding woman from doing anything too brash just yet, Kyet bracing her SMG against a nearby guard rail wordlessly.

"No sudden movements, team," the Captain whispered into his helmet's microphone as he took up position near the remaining enemies, causing the Laibe to press the sword a little deeper into the side of her hostage's neck, drawing a small bead of blood that ran down the length of the blade before dripping onto the floor.

"Operative Sher'meso, make sure nobody is skulking out a back door... has anyone got a shot on the big Laibe?"

"What are you saying?! Speak up!" the hostage taker demanded, not quite able to hear Leo's muttered words over all the commotion outside, ears still ringing a bit after the team's explosive entrance.