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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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Yinri was too worked up to consciously appreciate the words, at first, falling over bodily as they attempted to twist around and defend Arynn- Only to find that their superheated gun was not only disconnected from it's power source, but had also welded itself to her metal right hand. Rolling back around, her reflexes told her to draw a backup sword- Not exactly possible either.

"...Arynn?... Capn'Leo?... are you-" A moment of squabbling for breath, rolling onto Cirillo's leg, before the shock of just how quickly the situation had changed hit them.

What the heck were these things? If they were enemies, why weren't they dead already?

Sense returning into their rotund head just a little, their eye observed the elongated silhouettes, trying to compare them to any alien tech reports she'd seen... Was this... powered armour? Or were these genetically engineered creatures?... Unless they were Laibe in highly specialized armour?... The tech base was just way beyond what the Neshaten could produce, surely...

"...If you 'nought us enemies, why didn' j'yous just declare your presence 'ere?!" It sounded tougher than they felt. They were focused on the eyes and tail of the aggressors- Bad translation of that part of Shukaren body language was a dead giveaway for aliens. "What's the big idea 'ere!?"

Didn't know Kil'nda all that well, but maybe his senses rung true?
 

Aria

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It was as if Cirillo's own grenade blew back on his own team. The roar of the explosion was matched with the swiftest non-lethal takedown he'd ever seen. He managed to avoid getting directly hit himself, but he tripped backwards in the chaos. After a brief moment of confusion, he kicked himself off the ground and leveled his SMG once again.

They specifically kept us alive. There was no need to cut Yinri's weapon or avoid using the sharp of the blade. And that gap for ears and a tail. A Shukaren who emigrated to Nepleslia? He couldn't say if Nepleslia had their best interest in minds, but if they sided with the terrorists, then why would they have shown mercy?

Cirillo slowly flicked the safety back on his SMG and slung it back over his chest.

"Let's calm down everyone," Cirillo encouraged, raising his two hands open in the air in front of his chest. "Two non-adversarial special forces have clashed. Let's not do anything rash and make it worse. Both of us have injured that should be taken care of. Let's attend to that and exchange information, okay?"

Cirillo couldn't help but feel a bit bad for the grenade that injured the newcomer's friend, so the faster they could receive first-aid, the better.
 

Arbitrated

The Smollest Smol
FM of Elysia
Arynn shot her pistol as the armored unknown started moving, panic quickly growing as they rapidly approached her with her needles bouncing off harmlessly. One of her arms went in for a quick strike only to get shut down as the assailant bopped the fennec girl directly on the nose, stunning her and making her fall right on her ass as her vision flashed up with stars and cracks. "ACK!" The operative screeched, spending a precious moment clutching at her bruised skull and writhing in pain. By the time she'd gotten back to her sense, the little Daur has missed the order from the figures - but she could tell by the lack of overall gunfire that the fighting wasn't going to continue - for now.

Clutching her temple just in front of her left ear, the fennec gal's bloodied eyes shot daggers at the tall.... Eared-and-tailed creatures...

Shit. Were they some of those weird, tall mutants that typically left for the cat place? Their armor wasn't blindingly bright, though.

Arynn coughed to clear her throat. "What are you, mercenaries? Assassins? You've been fighting KF and now you choose to spare us, you're no amateurs. Why are you here," her roughed-up, but still squeaky voice inquired.
 

SirSkully

🦊 FM of Neshaten
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Bunker
"I... it's nothing," Leo grumbled as Kyet quickly helped the squad's leader to his feet and handed the man his weapon, blood trailing out the pale man's nose and past his chapped lips from the brief introduction to the floor.

The tense yelling and barking of very valid questions gave the team of survivors a moment to soak in the details of the armoured beings across from them, grunts and winces of pain and fear were met with the blank visage of those multi-lensed helmets, the cameras twisting and refocusing asynchronously each time one of the operatives dared move a muscle or breathe too hard. The suits themselves, while highly advanced, seemed almost unfinished or at the very least unrefined. Visible beneath the armoured plates were hints of sleeved cables and routed wires that no doubt acted as its nervous system, feeding data to what looked like quite the feat of engineering even to an expert like Yinri.

While the suits did have some semblance of Shukaren anatomy they were... off, for lack of a better word. The ears were smaller than they should have been in relation to the rest of the strangers bodies, and the standing figure's tail barely moved at all, seeming to act more as a counter-balance for their low, ready-to-strike stance.

Time stretched out as their questions went unanswered, the sword-wielding figure's glove creaking as their grip was slightly readjusted, foot moving backwards as though they were moments from pouncing~

"Enough," came a voice previously unheard by the team, once again spoken both through their comms system and from the blasted-open door, ever so slightly softer than the voice that'd barked at them moments ago.

The sword-wielding figure's body language shifted slightly, betraying some sense of shock at (assumedly) their partner's words. There was a slight grunt before the softer voice continued.

"We... I cannot promise answers, or even any sort of definite outcome from this... but plans change, and we both have injured that need tending to," the voice agreed, micro tics in the armoured figure's body language suggested some unheard argument for more observant among the operators to pick up on, but eventually the sword-wielding one's shoulders drooped slightly.

"Fine, don't try anything," the uninjured stranger warned with a growl, a section of their armour's abdomen retracting enough for one hand to reach inside and produce a pristine medical kit still wrapped in plastic, tossing it to the floor between the two uneasy groups before moving closer to their injured companion. Retrieving a rugged injector of some kind they kneeled down, opening a port on the injured figure's armour and administering the injector's contents through the previously hidden membrane. It clearly took a moment to kick in but both behemoths were quickly back on their feet, the injured one retrieving their bullpup rifle from the ground and moving to stow it on their back. The thing seemed Shukaren-scale and looked a little undersized on this larger figure.

"Don't poke around too much and we can take you with us, no pointing guns at each other, we don't mean you any further harm," the one with the more welcoming voice explained, gaining a helmeted glare from their companion as they retrieved a cannister, beginning to spray some sour-smelling aerosol over any traces of the injured figure's blood.

"We'll airlift you out and drop you elsewhere, your comms are being jammed so no bright ideas, we'll discuss this further once we're out of here, understood?" they continued to explain, and while Kyet's own frown might have been hidden behind her helmet Leo's own expression was painfully visible. He was confused and angry, he had questions but knew now was hardly the time. Warily, the snowy fox gave a nod of agreement, still cautious of these strange entities. Whatever they were.

"Alright, we'll play along for now... just don't fuck us over~" Leo warned, wiping at his bleeding nose with the back of his glove before reaching for the medical kit, handing it off to Cirillo to begin dispensing its contents.


"Play nice," he continued, turning to point a finger at the tired, injured survivors of this nightmare. Offering a glare that promised pain to anyone who dared disobey.

"But~" Kyet began, cut off by Leo as he redirected the finger towards her, prompting the busty operative to take a step back and hang her head a little lower.

"You keep your people in line and strap these on," the closer figure spoke, testing his injured hand before tossing the team that bag they'd been grasping moments ago, hints of chrome and spider-silk straps visible through the half-open zipper.

"They're skyhooks, you'll need to get creative but they were meant to lift something heavier out, sort it out~" they nodded before re-joining the other shadowy deeper into the concrete dome beyond that destroyed blast-door. Surrounded by bodies, capacitor banks and terminals was what they could only assume was the FTL cannon, modified beyond recognition in order to serve this new role. Both black figures approached the improvised superweapon and one began removing panels, the other moving to place shaped charges around the area, both were borderline identical in appearance save for the fact one had hardened, partially dissolved blood staining their arm.

"This has become a tomb for too many today... no-one else dies here~" Leo huffed, the usual sparkle in his eyes long since snuffed out as he reached for the bag and began handing out sky-hooks, the straps were very industrial but it looked like they could be fastened to each operator's vest with enough effort, each one baring a tether that ran to some kind of rugged gravity engine.

"Get any injuries stabilized and help the wounded get strapped in, we need to be ready to leave whenever they give the signal," he ordered before turning to Arynn, noticing the signs of a possible concussion in the size difference of each pupil. "Shermeso... you okay?"

Kyet offloaded Hana for Cirillo to take care of and moved over to Yinri's side, eyes going to the pistol that was melted to her cybernetic claw with a curious cock of her head, taking it in her gloved hands to look the metal limb over before those gold-green balls drifted back to the stout civilian's face, an expression of sympathy visible even through the woman's goggles.

"Do you require assistance?"
 
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Primitive Polygon

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Yinri ghosted Kyet for just a moment, absorbed in what came across to her as rigid, unnatural movements on the part of these new allies. Her engineering instincts couldn't help but just watch them clamber and machinate, drawing her into a sort of trance where they considered how such alien technologies might operate.

"...I am fine, Lass." Finally a word towards the more comely, brown-haired athletic soldier. Her eye didn't dare take itself away from the outsiders, but the tone was appreciative. "Would pop me hand off 'n leave it here, only it's company property, wouldn't cha' know..."

A moment of self-awareness, examining her mobility options, and then a begrudging realisation, all communicated through subtle twitches of her extremities. Her face stayed stone cold, but couldn't hide it.

"...Erm, actually, would you help me but the harness on?"

Using the limited mobility of their left hand, they took a roll of tape out of a pouch pocket, and then drew their combat knife slowly but without covertness- It took her teeth to attach it to the underside of her metal wrist, so they at least had some kind of armament. Even if it made these newcomers nervous, they really didn't know what else could be waiting in the depths of this facility. She'd had enough surprises for one day.

"Lean on me if ya' hav' ta', Arynn. It's okay."

A tactical suggestion. Those who had guns should be using them. And that tiny fox could totally use Yinri's slightly husky form as a body blocker, if they really had to.

In the midst of all this, they were a bit disappointed they couldn't have a look at the FTL weapons more closely but... No, enough of their own team had died today. She wasn't that greedy for secrets.
 

Chaos Havik

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Kil'nda was rather beside himself much like the others. These outsiders, whoever they were seems to have taken out most of the terrorists here in the base. As he strapped on the Skyhook he looked about. "Guess we're grappling out of this place then?" He asks and then looks over at the strange outsiders as they were busy with the cannon.

He approached but still kept a distance and spoke up. "Look, we're here to neutralize this thing as a threat to the area. If your wither blowing it up, or disassembling it, whichever, I can help I'm a military engineer." He gave the offer out hoping that maybe if they could help these "Others" Out they might actualy learn who they are and what their doing here. He figured if these aliens were going to kill them, they wouldn't be helping them out this much.

"Given that your here on our world, and this interested in the weapon of a terrorist cell, I'm guessing this cannon, or parts of it, came from your own world then. My people would appreciate if we could at least get some idea how things were smuggled onto this world to make the cannon in the first place "
 

Arbitrated

The Smollest Smol
FM of Elysia
Bunker of Spook

The fennec Operator was rather skittish and, on top of that, woozy - Yinri's offering of assistance was taken advantage of, the half-metal fox feeling her weight shift with the fresh addition of the techie-oriented Arynn. She was nervous at these unknowns, her ear stung, her vision was blurry and now she had a splitting headache. At least the last two of those things were caused by these guys.

"Thanks."

It was hard to tell what the suited, possibly hostile operators were up to, but the mentionings from Kil'nda implied they were planning to take out the Fellers' weapon with explosives. That damn cannon... They led Division 5 right into a trap with this thing! How many other smash-and-grab operations like the radio antenna were just bait for something like this?


No sense worrying about that yet. We can barely stand. This is probably the first ambush they'd actually tried with something like this anyways, and now that it's been used they can't try it again.

Yeah, and? Everyone in the squad still got wiped out, and they didn't even know it was coming. This is the most advanced ambush ever made, and they managed to pull it off so damn quickly... What if they did something dirtier next time? An IED and getting surrounded with machine guns is a lot cheaper to set up.

It's also easier to predict. We went through training for that, not this bullshit. Everyone knows what to do in those, and they're easier to spot.



Arynn seemed to be lost in thought as Leo was trying to inspect her and check for a concussion. Her eyes didn't focus for a couple of worrying seconds, the burst blood vessels only contributing to her pretty-fucked-up state of appearance. She suppressed a cough and blinked before saying, "I'm still with ya, but they fucked me up with that smack. I just need a moment to get my balance back..."

Yeah, Yinri's support was helping a lot.
 

Aria

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Cirillo let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and let his shoulders relax as everyone stood down. He watched the newcomers tend to their injured friend, partly out of curiosity, but mostly relieved to see someone he didn't mean to hurt get treatment. He barely noticed the medkit being tossed to him and nearly fumbled it in surprise; an odd moment of his usual character breaking.

Eying the skyhooks and the injured Hana, Cirillo thought for a minute as he looked over Hana's injuries. If they'd be at the mercy of wind and momentum as they swung in the night sky, he'd want to splint any injured limbs to prevent any breaks from getting smacked around and worsening. He set to work doing what he could with the medkit and anything sturdy for a splint before opening up the skyhooks.
 

SirSkully

🦊 FM of Neshaten
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Kyet's eyes were the only part of her face visible to Yinri, so the metal-armed engineer might've noticed how one of those faintly-sparkling peepers reflected slightly more of the bunker's dim lighting than the other... Though not for long as the taller Daur moved behind and began fastening straps to Yinri's torso, taking care to not interfere too much with the rigging holding that cybernetic arm on, those strong hands securing the straps maybe a little too firmly for someone like Yinri who likely hadn't worn much rigging since she got out of the youth corps~

"Make sure you don't leave anything important~" Kyet noted, giving the stout civilian's harness one last check before securing her own skyhook, dragging extras across to Cirillo and Hana before taking a knee next to them, observing Cirillo's handiwork and his search for more supplies.

Silently, she reached back to pass Cirillo a length of rebar that'd been lying on the ground, and one of her unused tourniquets, having caught on quickly.

Both armoured figures turned slightly to face Kil'nda as he approached them, stopping what they were doing to let the man say his piece, just watching. Lenses silently twisted and refocused before both shadows faced each other, sharing a private thought before resuming their work, faint LEDs attached to the shaped charges blinking in sequence around the perimeter of the concrete rotunda.

"You ask too many questions," came the modulated voice of the figure crouched by the cannon, placing a panel to the side with a sign before they continued.

"You wish to help? follow those cables and finish shutting down the power, I checked the panel already, it's not trapped as far as I could tell," they suggested without turning to face the sniper, pointing a gloved finger towards a nearby switch-board before resuming their work. The cobbled-together switch-board sparkled with a sea of notated buttons and switches, labled with little Tinacen scribblings long enough ago that some of the paint was beginning to flake off.

Everything was neatly labled, it was just a matter of finding the right button, or sequence of buttons.

"Just stay awake, Sher'meso, you've suffered a pretty nasty head wound," Leo huffed with a reassuring little squeeze of the fennec's shoulder as she was passed off to Yinri. The commander picked up the gravitic engine at the end of his tether and turned it over in his hand, investigating the relatively boring little contraption before opening his mouth to speak~

"Soon," came the warmer of the two strangers' voices, answering the snowy fox's question before he even got the chance to answer it.

"We're blowing the lid off this place shortly and extracting, just be ready."
 
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