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RP: Neshaten Division 5, Case 03 Part 1: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Primitive Polygon

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Squad One

Too close to the border of panic to really listen to what Leo was telling her, Yinri found themselves yanked along by the collar when they were still half way through collapsing their sensor apparatus again.

She outwardly scowled, realising how dumb and useless this probably made them look... But also was super grateful internally, being given guidance and help by someone who really knew what they were doing.

Eventually the rig clattered back into it's folded storage position, allowing them to throw it over their shoulder, and actually get their needle pistol out. Got a static shock in their teeth. Must have been all of the ionisation that damn KF weapon was giving off...

"Boss Leo, I gotten' idea maybe?" They remarked with effort, a gravelly voice struggling to be heard over the constant explosions and gunfire. "Big 'un beam is messin' the radio signals an' polarizing all the equipment, but it's probably doing the same to our crashed hulls, sir?... I canne probably give you exact locations, if ya' lemmie have a wee peep from cover again, sir... Poor blagards probably gettin' shelled to 'eck!..."


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Holding the explosives on her left arm against her body, and a needle pistol on her right hand, the black haired Daur quickly but clumsily saluted their commander, almost dropping half her stuff in the process. - "O-Of course sir, I... Oops... Yes, I have everything here and ready!" - She said, suddenly changing her mind on the equipment carrying logistics, and holstering her pistol again to dedicate both arms and hands to the explosives, intending on leaving the whole shooting part to her companions. - "Suppression team, counting on you two!" - Said the girl as she ran after the boss.

Upon reaching the slope indicated by their temporary member, she was quick to drop to her knees and get to work. There was no time to lose, team two was at risk, but she had to do her part. The main reason she got in this team to begin with was her expertise with explosives, and if she couldn't do that right, then who would? Setting up a few wires, hammering a few pistons on the sandy floor... Within a few seconds that felt almost like an eternity, the girl was done and now she could help with the firing as well.

Her black white-tipped tail waving around to get rid of the sand, the Daur unholstered her smg with her right hand and kept the detonator on her left as she retreated away from the blast's radius. Despite the situation, she felt her heart pumping with excitement. Explosions on sandy terrains like this, are a special kind of fun and after a brief moment of imagining it, she turned back to her commander. - "Sir, everything is ready, awaiting your command! Team, get ready for a minor sandstorm!" - She said, ready to trigger the detonator.


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Squad 1
After returning fire to the approaching terrorists Leo ducked back down into cover, fumbling to remove the empty magazine from his weapon and swap it out for a fresh one before looking across to the one-armed Daur. He took a moment, tugging on the new magazine to ensure a proper fit as he re-ran through his adrenaline-addled mind what Yinri had said.

"If you think it'll help then go for it, Arbavin, we could use extra hands," the now-sweaty captain nodded before scooting sideways, repositioning slightly behind the small bit of cover at his disposal, taking a knee to cover their demolitions expert's swift work before speaking once more.

"We've suspected that for a while now, Arynn, this all but proves it... keep that in mind for your after-action report," Leo panted before giving Suzu'ha the all clear to detonate her breaching charges, balling his hand into a fist and pulling it down next to his shoulder. It was a wonderful spectacle, the explosion causing a bright ball of light and briefly collapsed inwards on itself before releasing a thunderous and devastating shock-wave, collapsing the slope inwards on itself and spraying sand hard enough to blast some of the protective paint off the various armour-plates protecting the operatives.

Squad 2
Only really Cirillo and Hana would notice as they huddled behind a small lump of sand-stone, but the Daur that'd been saved from the dropship had been still for a while now, far too still. Her skin was pale and lifeless where it wasn't smeared with a combination of her own blood and Hana's, one eye angry and red with burst blood-vessels as they stared off into the distance, sand starting to pool in the deceased woman's slack maw as she lay there.

One arm was outstretched towards them both, and desperately clutched in it was the IFAK that'd been previous strapped to the back of her vest, the protective flap unbuckled though its contents unused as the wind lashed at the small medical kit. There was nothing more that could be done for her other than retrieving the body when appropriate, though the coagulants and wrappings would do wonders to help treat Hana's wounds if he could just get to it.

Through the combined fire of both squads they made quick work of the surface-side terrorists, dropping their poorly-armoured bodies to the floor from the sheer volume of plasma and metal flechettes being sent their way. Ki'lnda's plasma bolts in particular served two purposes, boring a hole clean through their targets and causing the distinct silohuette of Kyet to spin around and face them, it took a second shot for the busty operative to pin-point the second squad's location but she could be seen looking across to the distant form of Leo before pointing towards squad 2's semi-entrenched position at the crash site of the second prowler.

Static filled the headsets of anyone fortunate enough to still have their helmet, barely audible but steadily building as a plume of sand followed by a thunderous boom erupted from the slope near Squad 1, soon becoming apparent that some breaching charges had been detonated as Cirillo let loose another burst from his weapon into the exposed tunnel. All it took was one needle striking the prowler's hull at the right angle, sparking off the vessel where paint had been stripped away, to ignite the puddles of fuel that'd been pooling down there in the tunnel. In an instant there was an intense heat in the air and flames licked out through the cracked ground, the defenders that squad 2 was previously engaging were immediately immolated, a quicker death than the needlers ever could have caused. The resulting explosions was largely contained to the expansive confines of the tunnel, though there was enough of a pressure wave to knock over any members of squad 2 not previously braced against anything. The breached area finally gave up the ghost and collapsed in on itself, the ground cracking and falling away to seal the wound that had been created in the ground.

Everything was still, and quiet for the most-part as the ringing in the ears of the operatives slowly died down and their hearing returned, the dust and smoke settling to reveal the scale of the opening fire-fight. The desert floor was lined with the bloodied corpses of terrorists and even a Division 5 member that'd been thrown free from the prowler that'd been shot down, their body mangled and twisted at unnatural angles that spoke of their quick death.

Squad 2, cont.
"Hold your fire, team," Leo commanded, slowly rising up from his half-squat as he surveyed their surroundings, small motes of sand and smoke still twirling away from the recently opened slope as he turned back to face where Operative DePolanskaya had reported seeing friendly forces. His pale eyes squinted for a second as Leo's HUD zoomed in and confirmed that it was indeed Squad 1's sniper and the remains of Squad 2, the white-haired commander licked his dry lips and swallowed hard before pulling his mask aside to yell out.

"Fall in on me and give me your status! do you have any critically wounded personnel?" he yelled out across the sands as that static continued to haunt the team's communications systems, waving Squad 2 across to their position at the base of the slope, before turning back around to his squad.

"We need to take stock of the situation but I want to get indoors first, I want Yuri'no and at least one other to go in and secure us a foothold, then we can discuss what to do next. Sort it out among yourselves," Leo ordered, taking a step back to lean against a nearby chunk of limestone and take some of the weight off his feet, SMG tucked tightly into the crook of his elbow as he waited for the survivors to catch up.

Now that they had a moment to breathe Arynn realized why her ear was itching, reaching up to finally satiate it her gloved hand came back slick with a small bit of blood. The wind finally starting to make the grazing shot against one of her large, fluffy ears sting something fierce, distracting her from three unidentified IFF signatures popping up on her tablet briefly, only to fade as suddenly as they'd appeared.

Slope Entrance, whoever decides to enter alongside Yuri'no.

It was dark but their eyes quickly adjusted with each cautious step further into the breached area, large chunks of sandstone and concrete dotted the area alongside what looked like they used to be mass-produced bunk beds, now twisted and splintered. One light occasionally flickered to life overhead, refusing to completely die just yet and casting eerie shadows throughout the decently-sized room, illuminating plastic tubs in one corner and a now ruined carpet now stained red.

Near the carpet, protruding from beneath a large slab of stone, was a bloodied glove. It took a moment for a stomach-turning realization to hit whoever had entered alongside Yuri'no, but there was no doubt about it, the thing was too small to belong to anything other than a Kit. They weren't afforded enough time to process the dark realization however, as something moved past the doorway leading out of what used to be barracks, blacker than black and followed by a blood-curdling scream that echoed throughout what seemed to be an expansive tunnel network, reverberating off the walls to seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.
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Squad 2

Silence gave way in the desert as the wall of heat from the explosion faded and the rocks settled into a new makeshift grave. Now that they were given a quick moment of respite, Cirillo glanced around for a medpack. Relief washed over him as he saw the kit in the female Daur's hand, but his hand froze as his eyes locked onto to the lifeless, glassy eyes of one who was no longer with them. He couldn't help but wonder if they clutched that medkit in a final selfless moment to help Hana, or if it was a desperate and futile clinging to life.

A painful grunt from Hana urged him to act, so he finally reached for the medkit and tried to pull it. Their cold fingers locked around it, refusing to let go. He slung his SMG over his shoulder, grabbed the Daur's wrist with his other hand, and rocked the medkit back and forth until the fingers yielded.

"Sorry..." Cirillo muttered briefly before lowering the Daur's wrist. He turned and crouched by Hana, lifting up his pant leg to get to the injury. "Just breathe, but stay awake for me okay? You've been through worse." he said calmly, beginning to wrap several layers of clotting gauze over the wound until blood stopped seeping through. Lastly, he administered a pain killer to hopefully take the edge off the pain long enough to get to safety.

Cirillo's ear's perked as he heard Leo's voice shouting across the night. He almost forgot for a second his helmet was gone. "Hana's pretty beaten up, but..." he started before glancing back at the Daur next to them. He reached for their dog tags and pocket them before closing her eyes. "...we're the only two left here. We'll try to get to you. Cover us."

The mission had hardly started, yet it had gone so south so fast. For a moment, he felt hopeless, but he had to keep moving until they were back safe.

"I can give you my shoulder Hana, think you can make it over there?"

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"Fuckin'-... Tinnitus!" The daur cried out, before grunting in pain, grasping at his leg and squeezing tight just above the piece of shrapnel that had impaled him. A pained cry as white hot anguish flooded his system, originating in his leg and creeping up to his stomach. Though the searing pain was beneficial in two-fold, he sucked in a deep breath as adrenaline flooded his system once more. It also distracted from the high pitched ringing and the throbbing headache. All of it simply reminded him; "I'm alive!" He cried out triumphantly before a fit of laughter came from the battered fox. "You hear that fuckers?! I'm alive!" He shouted down the tunnel, "because I sure as fuck can't even hear myself!" He gloated - alive, but battered nonetheless and surely, the blood he lost made him rather loopy.

Though most of his last sentence was drowned out by the explosive, the subsequent rumbling and as he was being pelted with small rocks and more debris, all Hana could do was cover his head and hunker down. He could feel the fuzz on his ears singe slightly due to the heat, but regardless, he was still breathing. Despite being worse for wear he pulled up his pistol once more. Mayhaps he'd have to spend much more time in the medbay than he would like, but he wouldn't die here.

Though they were friendles and as soon as he had ascertained that, the Daur lowered his pistol again, glancing over to Cirillo and seeing his lips move. Though he couldn't make the other operator's voice out over the high pitched whining that plagued his thoroughly damaged eardrums. "What?! I can't hear you! All I hear is; 'eeeeeeeeeeee'," he imitated the noise plaguing his ears before Cirillo lifted his leg. Causing the foul-mouthed operator to let out another how of unbridled agony. Slamming his fist against the cover he had collapsed behind. Though he was reluctant to swallow whatever Cirillo handed him, he swallowed down his doubt just like he did the pill. Scowling ever so slightly before sighing out relief.

Be it either by miracle, or the ringing had abated ever so slightly, Hana did manage to gather the last, nodding faintly to Cirillo. "Either that-... Or leaving me here with a single bullet," he cracked with a faint grin. Though as he was hoisted up to his feet, he did manage to steal a look at the other operator in the crawler with him. "Kanabozja," he uttered, before raising a soft sigh. "Poor fucking thing."

Primitive Polygon

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Into The Catacombs

Yinri was half way through making modifications to the tripod when Captain Leo managed to identify the position of the other squads for himself, leaving them grasping a bare energy crystal in hand whilst the sheer amount of casualties dawned on them...

Tempted to peak their head out. But who knew what was out there in the night, just waiting to take a pot shot? The explosion didn't affect their already-wrecked hearing, but they didn't have that kind of triage training or dexterity to deal with those kind of wounded anyway.

Distant yelling... Screaming...

Contractor or not, kind of left just one functional use, for a rotund little combat-fox like her, didn't it?

A gruff shrug, metallic arm hissing and whirring whilst it brought their needle pistol to bear, quickly slotting in some cables into the back so that it could feed from the array's crystal now in their posterior pack.

"...Captain Leo... If things keep going this way, we are all shredded, right?..."

"...I won' let you down."

Engineer Arbavin was on her feet before she knew it, crudely stomping towards that newly opened hole, though loosened earth and hot bolder fragments.

"O'Eytene Yuri'no, I'ave got yur back!" Her brash voice sounded in the larger full-foxes' left ear. Her eye flashed a murderous green once inside the bunker, quickly adjusting to the gloom. "If they want melee through, that's on you!"


The world became monochrome. Sounds became muffled and more resonant. Prosthetic fingers itched at the trigger.

It was the beginning of an approach into the literal underworld.

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Kil'nda gave a sigh as he finally heard the rest of the team call out for them, at least Leo and he was hoping far more than he was alive though. He helped shoulder any wounded and carry them over so that they could all finally regroup. "Sadly sir," He said once asked about who was left and injured. I believe the ones we've managed to carry over here, as well as ourselves, are the only ones to make it. I saw a number of bodies thrown off of the carrier around us, but we couldn't get any life from any of them." He said and looked over himself and his gear from all this. "What now? The mission seems nearly dead in the water. We could try and storm the place, but it's fair to say they will know we're coming after blowing us out of the air."


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The explosion and dislocation of sand was enough to disrupt Suzu'ha's balance, sending her sliding down the dune for a moment, something she quickly recovered from, climbing back up to stay close to the commander, the only casuality being her uniform, tail, and even helmet, now getting unconfortably filled with sand. A quick thought ran through her mind, how is it that sand manages to get always in the most unconfortable of places? The helmet might look sealed, and the uniform neat and prim, but sand always finds a way, it's like they received some advanced operative training or something... Shaking her head in an attempt to purge the beyond useless thought from her mind, the girl turned back to her squadmates, focusing on the mission once more. This isn't a book, she thought, there's no time to daydream about stupid things!

The rest happened in a split second. Their allies' position located, the commander ordering Yuri'no to find a partner and delve into the opening, the engineer, out of all people, volunteering before she could even open her mouth to speak, and at the next instant, Kil'nda was already heading their way with the wounded in tow after the surface enemies had been eliminated, with a combination of well-placed shots, and of course, pyrokinetics. As soon as the wounded started coming, the young Daur was quick to offer her assistance, dropping to her knees and tending to her allies' wounds. They did a good job stabilizing their wounds during the heat of battle, but there are some things that can only be done with the help of someone else. Cleaning, disinfecting, bandaging... The girl works as fast as possible! [Survival Skill]

And then, she hears it, almost dropping the bottle of disinfectant in the process. That terrible blood-curdling scream... Her heart skipping a beat, she quickly rested her hand on the pistol holstered on her side and turned to look at the dark gaping entrance on the slope right behind her, that she herself, blew a hole through. Suddenly, that entrance no longer looks like a place to take cover from the enemies outside. It no longer brings a conforting shelter to the merciless desert, and it doesn't even bring the anxiety of hidden enemies within. Something is in there, something beyond what they signed up for... Something unknown, and far more bloodthristy than untrained and idealistic terrorists. She turns to Leo, fear reflected on her eyes. - "C-Commander, Yuri'no and the engineer..." - She awaits for an order, and at that crucial moment, even the air itself seem to freeze in expectation. The explorers are in terrible danger, but on the other hand, they can't just leave the wounded alone on the desert sand.