RP: 188604 EastWorld

N&N Resort, Northern Forest.

The Optics would get a good view of the thermal bloom from the smoke. For the most part it was difficult to pull targets out from all the heat sources, but at the same time it was impossible for the soldiers to stay hidden behind the small clouds of smoke for very long while they were trying to close the distance and encircle Ty. He would be provided clean shots of two of the soldiers as they exited the smoke field on either side.

But before he could line up a shot, the next mortar rounds would land nearby. Hot fragments slamming against his armor and shredding the tree he had been using, sending it toppling over with a loud crack and the sound of strained wood.


N&N Resort, Northern Forest, Heading towards the Mortar.

From the GPR scan it was difficult to tell exactly what was under the ground, but the general gist of things was easy enough to figure out. The entire area along the front of the slit trench was rigged to be pressure sensitive. Some areas had explosives underneath to liquefy the ground and make people easy targets for burred parasite types. All of the areas seemed to be rigged up to flare launchers that were similarly hidden under the ground intended to give away the position of anyone trying to pass through.

Boomer considered the image for a moment before flashing his light to call the others in. "We've got to go around. Take the same course those riflemen took. We can't clear this safely. I can ask if there's a maintenence tunnel or something, but it looks like we're engaging. Weapons hot, RoE apply. You getting this, Redneck?"

"Roger that, Boomer. Looks like the hostiles have cleared the AO. Move when ready." Redneck's team was already in the channel and moving. The other time would have to doubletime to catch up. So that's exactly what they did, backtracking before moving into the path the riflemen took on the way in. "Let the report state that we need to call in teams to dismantle the parasite defenses."

"Moving. We'll cover your tail. Let's give them one Hell of an afterparty."

ty would get hit by the motor shrapnel and the tree exploding sent him realing back landing on his side his vital signs and damage report would show up for brovo teams comm expert showing erratic heartbeat and minor torso damage from srapnul

ty would be getting his bearings but taking way to long to do so

a pod would land no more than 30 meters from the smoke its pod door flying off as a 7 foot tall man his skin replaced with armor from the neck down as he steped out of the pod and activated his gun arm and opened fire fireing 100 rounds of spaid HMG ammo into the smoke

ty would come in on comms "who the hell called in the brute"

N&N Resort, Northern Forest.

Between the smoke and their own stealth systems, Bravo squad would be able to pass right through the lightly armed Nepleslians.

The mortar rounds were now landing behind Ty, as the barrage had fully creeped over their positions. Though now the new comer's bullets were flying through the area Bravo team was trying to sneak through. The enemy soldiers now all hunkering down behind trees as best they could, screaming into their radios to re-direct the mortar fire.

If Bravo team wanted to continue forward, they would have quite a ways to go before they reached the main resort area, which was surrounded by a large, wooden, wall. While the material had been painted white and certainly looked sturdy, it would be no match for modern weapons, and the ornate red and gold gates that provided access were similarly not meant for actual combat. There were cameras integrated into the decoration, that would look like glass spheres rather than the classic security camera but there was no telling if they were still working.

Despite the firefight, Bravo pressed on, their thrusters firing to make a speed run of the movement to the wall. Ignoring the glass spheres of cameras for the moment, the leg thrusters kicked once, bouncing the team over the walland pressing into the resort as they went back to a silent mode of operation.

Thrusters off, ECS on, and ghost silent, Bravo spread out in the streets of the resort, carefully avoiding any traps and keeping their eyes peeled. It wouldn't be long, now.

When they arrived, the mortars would fall silent, as the near invisible Revenants drew knives and severed the spines of the Nepleslian clones at the base of the skull. They would then prime every shell they could get their hands on to detonate simultaneously and moved on, awaiting the time to ambush whoever decided to investigate.

frank fires another 100 round as the smoke begins to disapate and his ammo for that mag goes 'click' he unsheathes his combat knife and rushes into the smoke using his strength augmentation plus combat knife on the closest ones first

ty just stand looking awstrunck at frank as he goes into their position
"uh reaper to redneck, enemy forces are being processed by a giaqnt in body armor...over"

N&N Resort, Northern Forest.

There were fewer and fewer of the enemy soldiers left, seemingly lacking an answer to Frank's heavy armor. One being torn apart by machinegun fire after another.

It was years ago that Mr. Brown had joined up with the NMX. He was a moderately skilled soldier then, poor, really no chance to improve his station in life. The deal was fairly straightforward... let the NMX make a few thousand copies, fight for them, and in exchange the real 'Mr. Brown' would live comfortably. It meant that his clones didn't have to worry about the long term... or particularly care what was happening next. Some guy was coming at them... might as well deliver their remaining grenades right up next to that armored shell in person.

The last three soldiers would just charge forward, two priming grenades while the third hip-fired his machinegun.

N&N Resort, Main Courtyard.

Bravo team would not go unnoticed... their knives quickly dispatched the few soldiers manning the mortars.

But they were just the early warning, there to give the NMX time to determine what the attacking force had and to prepare their response.

The Squid responsible for this area would re-position himself, heading towards the top of the castle... an ancient looking, square, stone and wood construction that more resembled an ancient temple than a true fortification. He would remain concealed away from the edge of the structure, while turning on what remained of the park's robots.

Dressed in deep blue cloth, and carrying razor sharp swords, Ninjas would slowly start creeping out into the park's various attractions. Some were hiding inside of food stands, others inside of ninja-throwing-star booths, others still came up from the service entrances that were hidden in the stone walls.

While bravo team was invisible, it was only a matter of time before these bots saw the team's footprints... happy to charge in with swords raised.

"Reaper, Redneck Actual. Not one of mine. We just cleaned out that mortar." Redneck had hunkered down in an old shop window, using a dumpster for cover.

"Possible contact!" Junebug's voice came over the comms. "Multiple targets, IR visible, but barely. Looks like park animatronics, looks like swords, 200 meters and closing, all directions."

"Roger, June. Pops, give them a show." As some of the animatronics entered the main plaza, a gout of fire washed over the area, launching shrapnel in all directions as the mortar shells detonated, covering the sound of Storm Rifles as the team moved and attacked the animatronic ninjas head on in the chaos.

The Revenant's target assisting AI linked sattelite images and sensor feeds together to provide fields of fire that cut down the first wave of ninjas as though they were little more than matchstick men in the onslought. But as quickly as the roar of shrapnel and light flared, it faded, and was gone, the thunder of Storm Rifles echoing off the castle and drowned in the explosion. "Hunker and hold. They'll be checking that out soon enough. WOW check."

"Junebug, no injury. Ammo amber at 4.5 mags. Water green."

"Pops, same last."

The others sounded off with their statuses, revealing a few minor pocks off the armor and some water drunk. But more importantly, nine rifles and 41 magazines of flechettes total still to be used.

All was peaceful as Candon hovered in low orbit, the wings of his Spectre powered armor fully extended as they defied gravity. He watched as the battle raged for a threat worth attacking for an uncomfortable period of time. He'd need to be closer to see more clearly the threat.

He checked the charge status on the laser bazooka resting on each shoulder, essentially small Starfighter pulse laser weapons.
Three shots each.
More than enough.

With a gentle rotation of his wing mounted graviton engines the multi-million KS prototype rocketed toward the ground at four times the speed of sound.

Frank charged one closest with a granade using his ok knife to kill him before tossing the body at the other guy with a granade the man with a machine gun got a long burst of into Frank causing minor wounds as some of his armor ripped and buckled under the damage causing a few broken bones and torn muscle making Frank walk with alimp and lean to one side

"Frank to bravo team what's your sitrep" he said threw a pained voice

"Frank, Bravo 1 Actual, Redneck reporting mission go across the board. Just waiting on more company in the main plaza. Good to hear your voice. You the one who saved our sniper's ass?" Redneck sounded almost bored as Junebug could be heard reporting an unidentified mecha entering the atmosphere. "Be warned, we have unknown targets in the AO. Do not fire unless fired upon. Friendly status is pending contact."

N&N Resort, Castle.

The Squid observed from a distance, watching through the various video feeds in the ninja-toys as they attacked Bravo squad... counting his targets as they appeared.

1...2....3ish soldiers in power armor. It was pretty clear where they stopped moving after that short fight. His tendrils wrapping around a set of rocket launchers...

... There was another one showing up on passive scans, flying in from orbit. The large energy output more than enough to show up for the squid. His tendrils sliding past the rockets to pick up one of the energy cannons...

... there were a few more even further in the distance. Gunfire, no doubt the last of the Mr. Browns had been killed. Though the squid didn't know Frank and Ty's exact position, it could guess... there were a few mortars left. Even with no crew the Squid could set them up... each tendril bringing a weapon into position.

Time to get started

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The NMX would rise itself up to the top floor of the castle, looking over the balcony at the courtyard below. The creature itself was a floating mass of heavy dark brown plates, dotted with numerous eyes, rows of teeth, and numerous tendrils hanging down from the body wrapped around enough weapons to outfit a small army.

His weapons would fire all at once.

Three anti-tank rocket launchers going off, one aimed at each of the locations he thought Bravo team members were hiding.

Another pair of mortars, fired off in the general location of Ty and Frank.

And one energy cannon. The beam moving at light speed towards Candon with enough force to cut through a tank.

The Mishhu wouldn't stay long either. Rather than waiting to see the results of his attack he would drop all but the energy cannon, taking it along with a machine gun and some grenades, heading down into the castle.

At the same time, a Two Crab Type Mishhu would claw their way up to the surface, pushing open a service hatch hidden in the castle wall. On their backs were what looked like saddle bags. Their eyes wouldn't have a problem spotting Bravo team, advanced sensors working together to pull back the various layers of invisibility for the team. The two crabs charging directly through one of the food-stands to close the distance to their target!

frank coughed painfully "yah that was me, bravo one actual"
ty had made his way don to frank when both looked up to the wistling of a lot of mortor shells coming down on them. frank nocked ty down using his own body to shield him from the blasts threw the bombardment ty called into bravo team in his paniced state he didn't use his callsign "redneck!, we need evack franks down hes bleeding profusely from his waist and thy from lmg fire and chest and face from mortor shrapnel" ty says as dragging frank to cave entrence away from the mortor fire

BANG
"Incoming fire" the computer stated calmly.
"No SHIT! Find the shooter!" Candon shouted back, something he could verbally say now the the life support was no longer supplied by a tube in his mouth.


His PiCo leveled out the armor almost immediately as the blast stripped his shields, which his PiCo switched to replenishing. The twin HONEY PUNCH reactors in the wings spooled furiously as they were pushed to their highest output and his crackling shields stabilized.


An alarm sounded and airborne ordinance became highlighted in red. He knew not the target, but the strike was without doubt coordinated. Hefting the disheveled laser bazookas under his arms he fired from the hip, his PiCo aiming the G-TAM targeting assistance. The three missiles erupted as the green lasers flashed across their bodies, a solid two-for-one on a single, curved beam. Another alarm drew his attention to a pair of morter rounds at their apex.


He hurled the left bazooka skyward and backswung his had in their direction. A wave of gravity beat the shells back the way they came toward the enemy's side of the battleline.


He dropped harshly, sure that the enemy would be looking to fire again then paused in midair as the bazooka dropped gently into this waiting gravity field atop his shoulder. The last target, highlighted in yellow was just the location of his attackers last position but why let him without a warning. Two waves of fire blazed from his weapon as he double-tapped the spot causing instant green explosions to erupt.


Without an desire to take any more heat he accelerated toward the ground to take cover in the trees. Landing hard and sliding to a stop he set the left bazooka on the wing-mounted weapon rack to begin recharging off the generator.

In the moment all eight had been waiting for, all Hell broke loose.

Junebug shouted about the RPGs as all eight broke cover, ECS inverted to blinding flares. Pops was the only one who didn't turn into a blazing ball of death spewing light as he pulled a C4 pack off his hip and attatched a chitin reactive adhesive pad and a detonator to it, before he charged the emerging crab.

In the split second before it could grab on, his thrusters fired, rocketing the oldest member of the team up and out of reach of the claw, his outstretched hand seeking to plant his explosive and jump off, engaging the second Crab with his team as the other would be blown apart or stopped long enough for Junebug's incoming orbital strike to land home.

That was the idea, anyway. Rocket propelled grenades still released shrapnel that they would need to be aware of.

N&N Resort, Forest

"We can get back on station in 10 minutes Frank. We can set the shuttle back down on the edge of the forest. Going to keep the planet between the shuttle and the mishhu as long as possible..."

Their shuttle had left, heading to a safe distance incase the NMX had anti-ship weapons, however the pilot had not left completely. The shuttle itself would be coming back from the opposite side of the planet, droping down towards the surface and hugging it tightly as it made its way towards the edge of the forest.


N&N Resort, Castle

The squid inside of the building would continue to watch the fight through the eyes of the crab-types that were advancing on Bravo team. It would take a moment for their filters to adjust, switching from the visible spectrum to thermal and radar.

The saddle bags on the crabs started firing off missiles that would head up into space, looking to intercept incoming rounds as well as strike back against the ships launching them. Bravo team's soldiers were also well armed enough to start cutting apart the second crab-type. Its skin not quite able to hold up to the mass of storm-rifles.

Junebug, however, wouldn't make it to the first crab. As soon as its weapon had recharged the squid in the castle fired, aiming through the wall using the shared sensor data from the crabs. The powerful beam cutting through several rooms, the exterior wall of the castle, and right through one of Junebug's legs and rear pack!

As soon as it had started shooting, the squid in the castle would move again, crashing through the floor and moving toward the basement areas.

Frank would spoke threw his comms "understood, ty weneed to regroup with bravo company now"

Ty having minor PTSD shuttered "your in no position to" he started but Frank interrupted "quite your damn bitching Sargent worry about you team I'll worry about me" Frank powered up his synthetic spine grunting in pain as he would get up

Ty and Frank would make it 200 meters from the teams location "bravo team it's Frank evac your wonder to the rally point a shuttle will be there 2 clicks out north of here, I'll provide cover ty will assist you"

Without waiting for a response from would apply suppressing fire of 2 400 round mags before falling back to the wounded shuttle

The first crab went down as its forward body seemed to melt under the hailmof flechettes, dropping and sliding before its missile pack exploded, sending flying shrapnel through the park and tossing Pops like a ragdoll against one of the food stands.

Junebug screamed in agony as her leg was severed, and she fell as the Revenant tried desperately to compensate, administering painkillers, combat stims, and clotting aids to stem the bleeding. But her connection with her ship was severed with it and she felt naked. But she had a job to do. Rolling to sit on the ground, she unleashed another burst into the missile pack of the Mishhu that Pops had blown up, watching her strike fall wide and blow a fifty foot crater in the street behind the crab.

Nonetheless, the others turned on their heels to engage, shouting for the medic and calls of man down filling the airwaves.

Far above, one of the Eye IIs discarded its stealth to draw the missiles in, the others collaborating sensor data as they identified the missiles and the 50mm railgun fired as fast as its limiters would allow, and as fast as it could plot an intercept.

"Solid copy on your cover, Frank and Ty. I need an orbital bombardment on that castle, Junebug's down, and we're a bit busy at the moment. Wait out." Redneck sounded panicked, but under control, and the roar of the rifles filtered into his message.

Seeing the discharge of the same energy weapon that had hit him earlier Candon rocketed in that direction, trees bursting apart as the shielded suit of armor punched through the foliage like paper.


As he emerged through the trees at Bravo team's location he fired the last two pulses from his right bazooka into the window the enemy had fired from.


Seeing the injured soldier Candon could immediately tell she wouldn't pull though losing blood from a major artery severed with her leg. He hovered to Junebug with the best idea he could muster. Sliding to her side he pressed the backside of his laser bazooka against the stump of her leg, burning and cauterizing the flesh against his weapons heatsink.


He would ignore the screams of agony as he returned it to the wing mount to charge. He sprinted three steps before dashing away with his gravitational propulsion to spare the woman any further harm as he prepared himself to meet an ace.


Reaching the building he collapsed his wings and slid to a stop inside the building as he crashed through the exterior wall with his graviton projectors generating a barrier between him enemies within.

N&N Resort, Castle

The crab outside was getting hit from all sides, machinegun fire digging into its carapase from the forest, bravo squad, hitting it from the other direction. The creature was far too large to effectively use cover... the C4 charge planted ontop of it finally going off.

By the time the shooting had finished, there was really only limbs left.

"Looks like you guys have a shooting war in there," The shuttle pilot said over the all hands channel. "How safe is it for us to approach? Its sounding like you need a medial evac sooner rather than later."

The transport was already at the edge of the forest, hovering, watching the battle unfold and waiting for further instructions from Ty or Bravo team.


The squid in the castle seemed to be enjoying itself. That flying target had finally got in closer. It was pretty sure it hit the armor's shields on the way down. Another hit or two should be sufficent to finish it off, and it was crashing around upstairs. With the amount of distortion it was putting out, the squid could easily track it through the floors, taking aim with its cannon and machine gun.

*ZOOORP!*

The first shot lanced right through several floors of the castle, cutting swath out as it swept across Candon, the beam continuing out the top of the tower and slicing off part of the roof, causing a shower of rock and wood to fall on Bravo team. The squid following up with a short burst from its machine gun before floping to the floor and using its tendtrils to quickly throw itself down the hallway towards one of the service tunnels in the basement.

They knew it was in the castle, it was time to work on relocating for the next shot.

N&N Resort, Space

Two crabs worth of missiles didn't seem to be very many missiles at all. While they would have been fine against shuttles or other landing craft, they didn't fair to well against the heavy point defense cannons of the Eyes. The missiles would end up cut into fragments long before they reached their target.