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RP: NSS Sledge Mama Ep. 5.5 - I Hear You Like Cats?

"Well crap."

Having summed up the situation in two words, Stripe fled to cover while attempting to provide covering fire for his comrades. "We better have a Plan B."
 
Sawyer would shrug, setting his shield in front of him and using the bracket he'd had fabricated to rest his railgun, using it much like a sniper rifle to in theory smash the oncoming militants while his shoulder weapons station mounted minigun laid down a wall of heavy fire.
 
Richard had gotten used to plans going south and having to improvise and he wasn't sure if that was a good sign or bad. Either way he quickly righted himself once thrown into space and assessed the situation. He quickly found his target, the transformed militant and leveled the large minigun at it. The thing was not really meant for space combat but it'll work well enough he figured, so he pulled the trigger and after the warm up started firing at the thing, keeping his boosters low at the moment just to stabilize but ready to move out the way as soon as the thing looked at him.
 
Alec scrambled behind Sawyer and his shield, he's mind much less focused on past events and more on not dying for the time being. He hept in a crouched position as he leaned out and let loose rounds on the militants and helped suppress.
 
A torrent of tracers leaped up at Jaime, the first marine to fire at it, but he managed to dodge for just long enough. Overwhelming firepower poured in from the entire squad and pulverized the lone war machine that had dared to emerge. The telltale sparks and flickering lights from energy barriers lit up the night for the briefest of moments before collapsing, the machine torn apart by the gunfire and explosions. But the other death machines immediately reacted by retreating back into the station. It was clear, these new ones weren't stupid like their predecessors.

"0h my 605h, 0h my 605h! 7h3y'r3 br4nd n3w m0d3l5!" Kelly practically squee'd over their comms, the Freespacer's synthesized voice warping with excitement. "I want one so bad!"

"Cut the chatter - they're not stupid enough to keep pouring out of the breech, but if we go in there, we're dead!" Ylfa spoke over the comms. With their element of surprise gone, and a dynamic entry taken off the table, they had very few choices left. However, another explosion not far off at all gave them the opportunity they needed. As air was blown out of a hangar bay, the doors sent hurtling through space, the squad leader's armor immediately streaked towards it. "With me - we're going in through the secondary hangars!" As another squad pushed ahead through there, Ylfa made her landing amongst what remained of eight shuttle craft, the hangar bay divided into two levels with four of them for each. The upper level was composed mostly of thick, sturdy catwalks, with both levels having some degree of limited vision between the space craft, but without gravity, it simply didn't matter where they landed.

"Hurry up and get here!" Ylfa yelled - in the silent vacuum of space, she could already see the flickering lights of a firefight up ahead in the lower left entry deeper into the base. Floating 'upside down' she took up a firing position near the belly and thrusters of the upper left shuttle closest to the blasted hangar doors. Already, she had a sinking feeling in her gut that the enemy was going to chase the other squad right back to them like they had earlier.
 
Jamie boosted from his position to the Top's right, but 'right-side up." He gave a quick thumbs up and smile beneath his helmet before boosting to the nose of the shuttle and turned 'horizontal,' peeking from the nose with his mono-eye. "On your three, Top." He spoke, moving his HPAR near his helmet and aimed while scanning with the eye.
 
Sawyer would shrug, boosting up to where Ylfa was, setting himself up to provide a combination of cover and heavy firesupport to anyone from the squad that landed behind him. His heavy shield was set onto the surface of the shuttle he'd landed onto while the shoulder-mounted minigun and the heavy railgun that he had set on the hook for the shield swept side to side, looking for hostile targets.
 
Richard made his way into the hangar with the others, finding a place with solid footing and a good view. "One of these days we'll have a totally expected and smooth sailing start to a mission." He looked around and spotted all the entrances to the room, keeping an eye on them and the minigun level ready for fire at a moment's notice.
 
Stripe silently flew in as he attached the shield to his back, taking care to stay away from any hazards. He then took to the thickest cover he could, as he readied his rifle and shoulder mounted Railgun to fire at the first Mottes to enter his sight.
 
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Seeing the rest of the Jaime, the shield cover he was providing, and the rest of the squad take off, Alec stayed for a couple more seconds to let loose a couple more shots before boosting off to join the rest of the squad. "Not that I want to sound pessimistic but what if the secondary hangars are like this if not worse?"
 
Stripe grinned bemusedly as he took a second to answer Alec. "We'll start poking holes until we can get in, of course. Would you expect any less?"
 
Despite the grim start, Ylfa couldn't help but let out a short laugh at Richard's remark.

"That'll be the day - the Sledge Mama not running right into the trouble and smashing it down, and just giving us easy missions." She glanced over their positions like a mother goose looking over her chicks, and satisfied, added, "Now, that's thinking like a marine - we'll call in the heavy artillery if we need to!" As she finished saying this, her prediction came true. The squad that went in before them could be heard over the comms retreating from an ambush, and the flashes of gunfire from around the corner s of each hallway wasn't far off either. "Here they come - watch the friendly fire, and don't let them transform!" the squad leader told them. The lower left hallway light up with bright, fiery light as four Hostiles came barreling down its length, rounding the corner as their thrusters washed over the drab, tan walls, scorching them.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot!" a man's voice yelled over the comms. Right behind them, a half dozen of the New Machines rounded the corner, their own thrusters blazing with fury as their arm guns hammered away at their shields.

"Fire!" Ylfa shouted, and fired.
 
Jamie let loose with his shoulder mount and his HPAR, "Don't have to tell me twice!" He switched from Machine to Machine with each large burst he put out. His smile hidden behind his helmet.
 
Being ambushed in general just plain sucked. It had happened more than once during Rok'Veru, especially during the first wave to arrive on planet. Casualties had been high, those that hadn't been killed outright had been slowly whittled down to the creme of the crop. Even then shit had been hard. Facing the same situation once more, except with next to no room to maneuver. While the four Hostiles barreled through from the left hall a fifth followed suit tangled up with, one of the new model Militants. Possibly some of the most colorful expletives known to Nepleslia were being thrown over the channel, the Hostile 'riding' the automaton had a longsword through it's chest cavity; smacking the thing's head with a Nerimium buckler shield back and forth like a pimp would an unruly prostitute on the streets of Funky City.

Pulling the blade out after a flurry of sparks signified the Militant's head had been smacked off, the Hostile kicked off the robot back toward its fellows; flinging itself after its retreating brethren thrusters now ablaze. HPAR in the other hand, belching its answer to the oncoming rush as the longsword-laden hand came up, buckler shield covering its chest as an added precaution.
 
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Stripe fired at the Mottes with both his primary and shoulder mount, taking care to not hit friendlies. "Anyone got a Rocket to fire down that hall while they're still bunched up?!" he asked as he noted to grab a Rocket Launcher the first chance he got- surely someone with one would go down, as morbid as that thought sounded.

Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Right?
 
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Sawyer would shrug, launching a volley of BOLTs at the Militant warmachines, his fusion assisted railgun punching out round after round at individual targets while he made use of his shield to keep himself protected from incoming fire. Meanwhile, his shoulder mounted minigun would be spitting out a hail of fire at any oncoming targets.
 
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"I got a Light Assault Ordinance Weapon," Alec said as fumbled to get said out with one hand while trying to give covering fire for the approaching friendlies with the other. "So that should work, need the incoming friendlies to clear the way first before I can get a clear shot off."
 
"Oh shit!"

Ylfa watched in horror as a fifth marine she didn't notice make a final stand, hyper induction sword and buckler in hand. Though this marine cleaved and stabbed one to death, there were many others behind, and they simply didn't hesitate. Instead, the squad leader felt a ball of lead form in her stomach; a blade of pure blue-white light burst out from its forearm and swung at the sword wielding marine. With a burst and crackle unheard in the vacuum, their weapons locked, but the militants kept coming, their collective momentum literally sweeping the marine away like a crushing phalanx of soldiers. With the sword-marine knocked down, the Super Militant brought its blade cleaving down, only for a torrent of fire to tear into it. Energy shields crackled and finally burst under the assault as the Marine used this moment to fire up their thrusters and get to safety, skidding off the floor with a shower of sparks.

A torrent of hellfire came down into the hallway as everyone in the squad opened up; contrails streaked in as mini-missiles exploded in a brilliant flash of light, burning the entire passage to cinders. A single long burst of plasma tracers sliced through the smoke, tearing apart a pair of marines that had turned back to fight without cover; in the back, the last machine standing transformed into its turret mode and mowed them down, and the shadows of more could be seen coming.

"If you got that LAOW, send it down range!" Ylfa ordered Alec. " We also got a care package incoming, so someone get up to the hangar command and raise the field!" the squad leader added. If they didn't get it up, there wouldn't be any atmosphere, and if they didn't have that, there was no way they were going to access some of the goods. Already more of those machines were rounding the corner now, and fast. The marines' shields flickered as the Super Militants fired on the move, their bursts of fire shockingly accurate. "And someone close the blast doors! We can't hold them off forever!"

The fighting was frantic, their shots all blurring together already, but it was not all completely lost to chaos yet - so long as the Marines kept their cool, they had a chance to make this a clean win!
 
Seeing them gun comrades down was not going unpunished, thought Stripe. "Blistering hot crap." He swore violently as he swung his shield up to block enemy fire and swapped his rifle for the Induction Axe.

"On my mark, do what you can to pin them down as I try to shout the door please. It'd be nice if one of you had my back as well!" Stripe ordered, as he mentally prepared himself- hopefully he wouldn't have to chop anything out of the way.
 
"Don't shoot the door closed!" Ylfa yelled at Stripe. "Get to the doors themselves or the command center up top, at the right!" she fired from upside down.

True to her words, they could see the command center at the upper right, the catwalks leading to it destroyed and the glass blown out. However, despite the anti-matter barrage from Sawyer, the missiles detonated further back inside the hallway; the marines could still see the soot covered, yet faintly glowing control panel that would slam the thick, massive blast doors closed on the departure hall.
 
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