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RP: Section 6 Episode 2: Homecoming

S6S Anvil: Bridge -> Bowels of the anvil

Koroleva looked up as Mark raised his voice. Shouting commands and ultimately a name. Pushing herself up from the window, she stood next to the seat momentarily. Taking a deep breath, before chuckling. "Slaughter," she whispered, before striding down the hallway. A door opening up for her. Though just several steps after the door closed, she took a sharp right. And disappeared back into the vent system of the S6S Anvil. The vents she had spent the entire travel in already. Having enjoyed herself thoroughly exploring every nook and cranny.

Though now it was time to exploit that knowledge.

Moving deeper and deeper in the bowels of the Anvil, Koroleva finally stopped in her tracks as she heard steps. Unknown steps, soldiers that didn't belong. No Revenant Power Armours, but armed. Yet they weren't civillians beginning an organized militia. They were enemies, boarders that sought to destroy the ship from within. Squirming a bit, Koroleva rested her foot on one of the grates. Before kicking it out completely. With a loud smack, the metal panel rung out against the floor.

And with a hauntingly soft thud, she followed. Lifting one side of her cloak up, she offered a short bow. The rustling of countless knives and shivs resounding. Shown visibly as Koroleva opened one side of her cloak. She was antsy, pent up. But most of all, she was starving.

The company she landed behind had turned on their feet, with raised rifles, trimmed on her being. Though they didn't shoot and Koroleva watched. Why didn't they? Several approached, still with their rifles aimed. Allowing the fabric to slip from her hand, Koroleva suddenly burst into movement, a dagger already in the hand she held her cloak with. And even before it dropped back to the initial position. One shiv was already hilt-deep embedded in one of the assailant's skull. Letting go of the shiv altogether, Koroleva began her rampage. Ripping and rending through the soldiers, leaving the weaponry deeply embedded in their corpses as the hurricane of blades swept through. Though more and more blood began to cover her, a growl of her stomach, before she suddenly jolted her face forward at an exposed throat. Slamming the sharpened beaks in. A loud gurgling as blood trickled down, though through the mask as well. Seeping past her lips and on her tongue.

It was embrosia. And once she had gotten a taste for blood, all she could crave was flesh. Eyes lit up with a radiant blue, sparks of her volatile energy surrounded her.

Another soldier came in, battering the stock of his rifle against her head. A dry crack resounded as her mask was shattered to pieces. And painful jolts of lightning coursed through her temple from the blow. A trickle of radiant blue blood dripping down from her temple. Koroleva turned on her feet, pouncing ontop of the soldier, her maw spreading as she went for his throat. Though she had no time as bullets began to whizz past her. Rolling on her side, Koroleva used the soldier as a living shield, ripping out a chunk of his throat after he had fulfilled his use. Though the burning pain of several grazes, as well as a proper hole in her shoulder was present. Though it didn't weaken her. It spurred her on even further. The pain, the risk of death.

It made her feel alive.

The handful of survivors came to inspect, to see whether they had properly subdued Koroleva. But nothing was further from the truth. Tossing the corpse into one of the soldiers, the Neko jumped to her feet, jamming two shivs in the exposed stomach of another. Pulling one downwards, while ripping the other upwards. Her foot served to kick the third one off of balance. And in the narrow corridor, it was just three that could attack her. A third hand slammed inside the created wound, grasping at bones. And with a disgusting ripping and cracking, Koroleva tore out the spine of the unfortunate soldier. With the same momentum of the ripping, she smacked the vertrebrae against the one she kicked earlier. Letting go of the bones, a shiv was deeply embedded in his eye, a free hand grasped the gun from his dying clutches.

Shoving the rifle into the wound, Koroleva pulled the trigger and just let the bullets fly in an orgy of blood, bone fragments and bullets. Clearing the room almost completely, compensating for the recoil with one of her mechanical arms.

Though the remaining soldier managed to recover. And soon, a sharp and burning sensation slid inwards just above her hip. Grasping at the hand that held the impressive combat knife, it was turned to ashes. A headbutt to knock her assailant back. Before she stumbled forward ontop. A shiv at the ready, slamming into his lower abdomen. Though with Koroleva stumbling ontop of him, the shiv ripped through several vital organs.

The thick scent of blood filled her nostrils. Though there were no survivors but her. With a deep snort, she took it all in. Before wrenching the shiv up further. Plunging a hand into the soldier's inside. Ripping out whatever she could with manic laughter...

S6S Anvil: Rec Room 1B -> Hallways

Neon looked up as the room suddenly shook. A frown on her face visible as she got to her own feet. Gathering her umbrella, the colourful girl rushed out. To ascertain what was going on. Pulling a sprint through the halls, she stopped dead in her tracks and pulled up a sheet of ice, just moments shy of bullets smacking into the shield. "Fuck," she called out loudly, before grinning to herself. The hair that was cascading through the spectrum earlier, now turned to a fiery red. Her eyes following suit, turning on her feet, the wall shattered in a blinding explosion. Sending several particles outwards towards her assailants. A personal shield took its place as she began to push into the direct line of fire. Making sure the ice would regenerate fast enough and remain thick enough to keep her safe from the gunfire.

Though the enemies weren't complete jack-offs, alternating fire. Half of them firing, the other half reloading. A gross estimate, but she knew that if the shield dropped, she be dead. And her arm began to get extremely sore. "Gonna need some help here!" She called out loudly, hoping anyone would be able to hear her.

Scout shuttle

Talih clutched to her safety harness as the shuttle rocked and jolted about due to incoming fire. Closing her eyes momentarily, she forced herself to calm down. It wasn't her time, not yet. Taking a deep breath, Talih slowly became the epitome of calm. When the time was right, the Daur clicked her harness loose, autopilot took over as she turned on her feet and took a blind leap from the crashing shuttle. Spreading her arms in her flight, before plummeting down in a dive. She could hear it, the planet was beckoning. Calling out to her.

It wasn't her time.
 
Scout Shuttle

Today was going so well, he'd spoken to a few friendly faces, met a few new ones and even found his lost communicator - though now the order of the day seemed to be more focussed on simply trying to stay alive rather than explore the exotic planet below, though depending on how things went there very well might be opportunity for both.. if he could survive the crash.

There was no way in hell David was going to die to something as simple as a ship crashing, no - he hadn't dragged himself through the mud with the Greens and been through hell with SAINT to simply keel over and die now, shame the release-mechanism for his own safety harness wasn't being as cooperative as that of the snowy-haired Daur he had just seen exit the shuttle at high velocity.

The armoured man craned his neck across to send Sarah one final voice message before he punched out, an armoured glove gripping onto the harness' buckle, "See you on the other side ma'am!"

With that, he tore the metal buckle away and was thrown free from the crashing shuttle, angling down toward the ground as David prepared to flip around and fire off his suit's thrusters to make the fall a little more survivable.

One hell of a day indeed...
 
**Hallway firefight**
Ty was the first to leap up and assist neon with the assault in the hallway "damn these guys looking a bit dead already worse than me to be honest"
Ty commented half caring as he fired a scarecrow Carbine down the hallway it's 3 stage rounds easily blowing threw armor and chunks of these guys they didn't seem to care they were missing parts of them either.

Ty pushed up a little to far and sufferd takeing focused fire from a rotation that just finished reloading forcing to to take cover behind sone crates to asses the damage


Frank was fireing his lmg arm for the better part of 5 mineta only letting up for his auto loader to kick in
"Damn it, ty hold on man I'll get to you."

Ty was half slumped behind a set of grates slowly being torn apart by weapon fire tys armor was breached in several places and the life support in his armor was distroyed
"F-frank, this isn't up for debate go and protect the civilians"

Frank begrudgingly left ty to protect them getting halfway down the hallway when he heard Thomas say over Ty's comms "goodnight ty, as a seires of gunshots were heard Frank had no time to greave he had to keep moving.
 
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S6S-Anvil: Cabin ‘11,’ Room ‘A’

Amiri awoke the next morning to hir jaw aching as well as some other more personal aches. They were the type of aches that brought a smile to hir maw, as they reminded hir of the fun s/he’d had with Neera.

S/he rose, checked the time, and asked the computer for hir schedule while s/he dressed into hir teal scrubs and white labcoat. Suddenly hir nostrils flexed as an alluring aroma penetrated hir nose. Shouldn’t be too full of a day today, s/he thought to hirself as s/he attempted to track down to odor. Across the room by the breakfast nook just outside of the kitchenette the Anthro-Canine discovered a plate of various cuts of meats, including bacon, sausages, and unfertilized female duck gametes… over easy, perfect for mixing in with the small pile of shredded fried tubers. How thoughtful of her.

S6S-Anvil: ‘Chief Veterinary Office, OB/GYN specialist’

Amiri consulted hir map on hir PADD, this was most certainly the place. S/he knocked and receiving no response, s/he entered freely. Amiri looked around, hir tail wagging. The office was neither too big, nor too small. S/he crossed over to the desk and reaching into a bag s/he’d carried along with an assortment of items, started setting things up. S/he wanted hir office to feel open and inviting. S/he wanted people to feel comfortable coming in just to talk, or when they just might be having one of the worst days of their lives to be able to receive empathy and understanding.


Soon Vanth was just figuring out and getting everything where s/he wanted when…
 
The sounds of gunfire and death echoed threw out the ship as scary how units arrived threw the breached hanger to assist in clearing out the ship body's of soldiers and hades units littered the halls as the sickly sweet smell of charrd flesh being cooked by plama fire

"Jack pine this is crow leader of echo team we came abord to assist in clearing out the hostiles I'm having the newer recruits assist in getting wounded to safty, you have a plasma fire near the recroom and a unconscious thomas it looks like ty is dead from a granade explosion"

Crow looked to his men "you crows put this fire out and help esscort civilians I received intel of a kill squad heading for the bridge we need to take care of that."

Their footsteps that echoed off the metal flooring was bearly heard over the screams and roars of varing gunfire in the area

"Echo, two and three set up on near those crates by the entrance to the bridge echo four and five Take flanking position in the hallway use the corners of the entrance as cover"

echo team weighted as the thunder of the Frank clones footsteps reverberated down the forward facing coradoor all scarecrows waited for any openings any movement is the smoke from varies fires happening at once

As the Frank's came into veiw echo two near the right side of the door to the bridge fired a well well aimed shot the slag round ripping threw a break in the clones armor most likely holding it together as the round made it's way threw it came out and detinated it's 2 and third stage in the synthetic spine of the clones cuasing a exposion of wires metal and synthetic material to splinter out and coat it's team behind it the rest of echo team fireing their weapons after seeing the first Frank go down like a ton of bricks

The Frank's on the other hand didn't flinch as there teammate fell after it's lower back exploded outwards to them nor did they flinch when said explosion incopasitated the clossest Frank to it once they got in fireing range they let loose their volly as crow was hit in the arm taking it clean off his armor began to close off around the hole to stonch the bleeding

however others in echo team were not as lucky as a round ruptured the ammo on echo three causing him to explode as the three staged ammo malfunctioned from the lower abdomen to his knees his body was carved apart with shrapnel as hefell in aheep of intrals his bones showing and charred, some of him sheapnell Ed out with parts of his armor breaching part of the door and nocking out echo two

Echo four was shot three times as his body slumped against it's cover dead before his brain registered what happened

Echo five poped smoke down the hallway to the slowly advancing Frank's and fell back to a safe area carrying crow over his shoulder and using the drag harness on echo 2

"Echo five to jack, I got to fall back from the bridge defensive down two crow and echo 2 are critically injured I'll need cover fire while I make it to a hold out point, we dropped two out of five Frank clones heading to the bridge I hope it matters but shit isn't looking good"
 
Jack had just been ready to fall asleep as the alarms ring out in the halls just before the ship shook. All thoughts of sleep were forgotten as he scrambled back to his feet from his quarters. Slipping on his boots and grabbing his pistol, He hit the hall running.

People scrambled through the halls to head away from danger even as he ran towards. Troopers were doing likewise in either case. Shepherding civilians, or heading to repel boarders. At one point the halls became mostly empty as teams peeled off, leaving him with a couple of others.

As news of the labs being assaulted, Jack ordered the two troopers to head there.

"Sir, what about you?"

"Go, I'll be fine. Secure the labs, make sure the data vaults are safe, after securing non-combatants. Now go!", Jack barked, not at all pleased. They were so close, and this had to happen.

After the two peeled off, Jack was on his own. First move was to head to the nearest armory. The one back where he had come from had been cleaned out. As he progressed through the halls, signs of battle became increasingly evident. Bodies littered the deck, one junction having been flooded in them. All signs pointed to a crossfire for both sides.

He was close now, the sounds of gunfire echoing down now ravage corridors. The Commander paused as bootsteps and voices could be heard around the corner.

"Heavy opposition met, sweeping for assets and survivors."

"Team G is preparing to breach the armory. Targets detected inside."

Shit, He was outgunned, and out numbered by the sound. This was not looking good, and he had to think fast. Jack threw his jacket at a nearby door and triggered it to open before stepping off one of the larger deceased brutes. Jack used the Frank look alike to get boost before jumping up to grab the support beam above. Swinging on the edge, he kicked his legs forward until they reached the next beam.

Keeping himself held between the two beams, hopefully he would not be seen and get the drop on his assailants.

The steps drew closer until three Thorn clones came around the corner with rifles ready. They had heard the door and now saw the discarded jacket. But their eyes did not proceed up as they had to navigate the corpse laden floor. Jack waited until the third one was just under him.

Before she could realize the trap the third clone would feel the weight of a surprise attacker fall on top of her, slamming her on top of the bodies. Jack grabbed her weapon and held the trigger as he brought it to bare on the other two.

The first two had little time to react as they were caught by surprise. The rifle's ammo tore through the first before her sister used her now lifeless body as a shield. But the the one who had been his landing pad reacted, turning around to fight him off of her. She swung her fist despite having little room to do so. The other raised rifle, aimed to fire and get him off the third.

Jack grabbed her by the arm as she swung at him rolling them back as the rifle fired. Bullets instead found purchase in the clone she had been trying to help as pinned clone was now on top of Jack. The finger let of the trigger after a long burst. Neither the clone nor Jack seemed to move. The meat shield that used to be the second clone was discarded as she slowly approached.

A hand with a P2 Wraith in it popped up from around the side of the still body and put three rounds in her in quick succession. Dropping to her knees, the body was rolled off before a fourth was put through her skull.

With his enemies dead, Jack groaned as he tried to stand. Despite having had used the body as a shield, rounds had made through the softer flesh. In addition to the blood of his shield, blood ran from his shoulder and thigh. A few more had still cut across his skin, leaving lacerations.

He gritted his teeth as he picked up a rifle and limped over to his jacket before resuming his path to the armory.

"Suit up! Aster's voice cut the blaring sirens like a knife, the flashing red lights illuminating her helmet already slipping over her head. As she heard reports of online statuses from her team, she kept track of their icons, watching as the team milled about the armory, gearing up for a firefight.

"Hades troops have boarded the Anvil and are attempting live capture of any and all high value assets. You all know I'm a healthy carrier of Mayer Strain. There's a fifteen man fireteam converging on this location. Do not let them get that sample. After we wipe these guys out, we go secure the lab sector and support repellance operations anywhere we can. Hooah?"

"Hooah!" Seven voices roared, weapons priming with a high whine before fading off. Shimmers in the red light let the blue striped troopers disapear. They didn't have long to wait until the distinct tone of a breaching charge being placed sounded on the other side of the door.

"Boomer, Redneck, Whiskey, and Junebug, open fire as soon as that door goes away. Fill it with lead and explosives. The rest of us are going the long way. There's a door that leads into the runner hall. Soon as those troopers are inside, we hit from the other side. Then we clean house." Aster's voice was barely a whisper as she remembered Jay's training. It seemed so short a time ago that she was just a highschooler and an intern under Rose. So much had happened and she didn't have time to think about it.

"Just remember. They're coming for the Storm Rifles. Let's show them what our weapons can do."

The charge soundly ripped the door from its slides and sent it skittering into the cavernous, dark, empty bay, and within a few seconds, the clone troopers started filing in to clear it, from both sides. As soon as seven had crossed the threshold, there was a flash of light from seemingly empty cover two thumps, and a loud boom, before the distinct arc of plasma and the thundering roar of SR fire filled the room, and Bravo decloaked. The blue stripe on their armor proudly displayed as they stood their ground.

The clones entering the room were pretty well and immediately torn apart by the flechettes, a few popping off lucky shots that sparked off armor and shields. Junebug's armor suffered a shielding problem and when the majority of returning fire fell on her, the plates simply weren't enough. Her head rocked back and she hit the deck with a solid thump as the back of her helmet fragmented, streaming hair.

Boomer popped off another grenade into the hall as Aster's team made the pincer and opened fire, flushing the last of the clones into the armory. Redneck threw a grenade towards the clones, his eyes widening as his throw fell short, and shrapnel grabbed at his shield, rupturing several of the Starfire rounds he sat behind. When he popped up to fire a few more shots, the plasma ignited escaping hydrogen.

The explosion was enormous. A flash of white filled the room, followed by a boom that shook dust from the cieling in Medical. Redneck was vaporized in the blast, though a piece of his chestplate ricocheted off the wall and slammed into Aster's faceplate hard enough to destroy the screen she relied on. Most of the rest of the team was thrown against the walls by the blast, Boomer striking his head on landing and Aster twisting her arm awkwardly, letting out a cry of pain as several clone troopers were flung awkwardly down the hall, likely the remains of another team.

The rest were scattered in the smoking wreckage of the Armory and woozily stood, their suits administering stimulants and painkillers to keep them in the fight for as long as possible. "Bravo sound off!" Aster's pain laced voice cut the radio again as she forced herself up, finding herself blinded in the destroyed helmet.

"Whiskey. Weapon's fried and my ears are ringing, but I'm fine."

"Doc, moving. Stay still, Sergeant."

"Thud. Boomer's unconscious and I'm not feeling too hot."

"Pops, pinned under a weapons rack. I think my leg's broken."

"What about Junebug and Redneck?" Aster asked, instinctively turning her head to check on her team.

"June's dead. Redneck... There's nothing left. He got caught in ground zero."

"Shit!" Was the last sound over the radio as Aster flung the broken helmet off her head with her good hand.

Jack had been flung back by the sudden change in pressure in the ship. A nasty side effect from ship interiors having to have delicately controlled atmospheres. The explosion pushed against this atmosphere before it pushed back. Now bruising was added to his list of soreness.

Picking himself up yet again, he approached the large slagged hole that was once the door to armory 3C. The sound of voices inside and movement meant survivors. Given the bodies outside, they hopefully were friendly.

"Friendly coming in! Hold fire!", He said before slowly coming around the corner. Once he was recognised, He spoke again, "SITREP?"

"Two dead, two wounded, one seriously pissed off, sir." Aster spoke up from her spot on the floor, waving Doc off her broken nose. "One pinned, possibly wounded, don't know yet. Sorry about the mess."

Thud let off a small snirk before turning to the Commander. "We have two operational Storm Rifles, possibly more in the racks. Plenty of grenades and other ordnance, and a good number of P2s. Ammunition's golden, but we need functions checks before we push on. Anybody willing to fight's helpful, but so far I only know myself and Whiskey able to fight at all."

"Fuck it. He's right. Bravo Team's down six if Doc isn't relieved by medics soon." Aster's tone was bitter, and she didn't like the idea of her team having such trouble against so heavily outgunned opponents.

"What about armor? Any suits left in the back?", Jack asked finally having a good look around now that things had become calm. The entire situation was a shit show, ship wide in certainty. "Take care of the wounded first, then get back into the action."

"Understood. Revenant lockers are fine. Double check the shields, though. Junebug's failed on her." Aster nodded firmly. "Whiskey, send a sitrep up the net, take Thud and pull security until medical support arrives."

"Already on it. The medics are busy in the labs at the moment. One wounded Lorath and four scared babies. She won't leave 'em. Rose is missing. Apparently she got thrown out the hangar shield in her car. Medics won't be here for a bit. On the plus side, our net's cooling off. Firefights are farther apart."

"Let me clean off my hands and I'll be right on your leg, sir. Try to keep it above the heart." Doc finally left Aster alone, pulling a bottle of alcohol out and rinsing the nosebleed from his hands.

"Bullet to leg isn't going to kill me, just need a clean and patch trooper. Time is of the essence and we have people dying. I'll get a full checkup later.", He said taking a seat on a bench, the metal somewhat warped and still warm. He propped his leg up on what was left of a weapon rack.

"I'm still carrying Mayer Strain, sir." Aster looked up.

"And until we can get that clear, we don't take any risks." Doc pulled a set of gloves from his belt and pulled them over his gauntlets, dousing them in alcohol again. "Thud. Grab him a Revenant. Sir. If you move, this is gonna hurt a lot worse. I would suggest you not make me hold you down."

"Hey, I got Harbingers! They're starting to cut off circulation in my leg." Pops called out. "Looks like the carbine or DMR."

"Whiskey, get those off him and bring one for the Commander, unless he wants an SR and a few mags." With that, Doc poured the remainder of his bottle of lab grade alcohol on Jack's bullet wound.

Jack had set aside the jacket and his shirt in prep for the Revenant. Every scar and burn on his now bare torso could be seen. In particular was the large swath of scar tissue across his abdomen, as if something had tore into him. On his back was a insignia rather similar to theirs. A crimson sword with black wings stabbed down through a skull. At top it said "angels of retribution", and underneath said "peace to the fallen, retribution for the wicked."

"Get it done, I've had much worse as you can tell.", Jack said reaffirming the story of past battles the scars suggested. "Bring me a carbine, one with a launcher preferably. And 8 mags, as well as any grenades you can scrounge."

"Thus is the man and legend himself." Doc finished his patch on Jack's leg. "Hopefully not another scar on your record." Thud presented Jack with his armor, while Whiskey started combing through the grenade pallets, eventually finding a bandolier and loading it half and half with plasma and frags. She held this up proudly, before her own thoughts on Jack's story came up in her voice.

" We'll hold down the fort, here, sir. Go forth and do great things."

Jack accepted the armor and weapons, quickly changing after the doc was done. "Legend might be a stretch. Just a man working towards a goal. And doing it with people who share that goal. We'll do great things. I think I'd probably suck as a one man army."

"We had one of those. We call her Spark." Doc snorted. "We'll reminisce about old times after we mop this mess up. Don't make me patch you up again, sir."

"No promises. This isn't exactly the safest job. I'm moving to the bridge, keep me apprised of the situation here.", Jack said with a nod before heading out of the armory.

"Hey, did anybody grab Sergeant Blake's helmet?"
 
Quarters

Haisley Goenkof sat in one of her several chairs, staring at a monitor that seemed determined to display the wrong information, although she could hardly blame the monitor it was definitely the computers fault. She could hear the muffled sounds of combat and such from her room but chose to ignore them, not like she would be much use against armoured soldiers anyway so why bother trying if she was just going to die. If anyone came to her room she'd try hiding first and surrendering second, "Man I wish I'd known how much bad luck these guys attract before agreeing to join them, would have stolen a shuttle and left." She said more to herself.

Bridge

As soon as the shit kicked off Isabelle had gone straight to the bridge to look for Jack, and of course he wasn't there, but he would show up soon right? "Hey do any of you know where Jack is? And is there any way for me to try and contact my kids, I want to know if they got somewhere safe." The semi distressed elysian said to no one in particular on the bridge, eyes darting from one operator to the next.
 
Suddenly, the blast door of the bridge slid open to reveal a squad of revenant-clad soldiers. Commander Nagato, at the head of the squad, removed his helmet and holstered his pistol.

"Alright everybody, time to enact the Fabian protocol. All civilians are to report to the nearest safe room. Designated C&C staff will come with us to the emergency bridge. The rest of you, monitor every coming and going onto or off of the ship. And get me the status on Sergeant Blake's squad."

As he turned to face Isabelle, several bridge officers grabbed datapads and waited by the door.

"If you come with me, I'll make sure you know as soon as we find your kids. Besides, I can't guarantee your safety here now."
 
Bridge

Isabelle nodded and moved to follow them when they moved away, "As much as I'd rather be with Jack to make sure he's ok, I'll follow you wherever it is you're taking me. But you better not just lock me in a panic room and leave me there or... I'll make sure you regret it." She faltered slightly, not really sure what she could actually do but wanting to express her concern anyway, in this kind of stressful situation where she had no control her emotions often took over for her brain.
 
**recroom**
As Frank makes his way back to the rec room with adilis and the others a explosion shakes the room fallowed by the chemical smell of a plasma fire " Rest ahead of us freind I'll meet you there one day."

A loud wirling sound like a heavy duty computer is starting up as Frank's body begins glowing red under his armor plates. "But not yet there are still people I can save." Frank said determined as he stands in the doorway to the recroom.

**Ammo count:400 rounds**
** Weapon smartlink activated
** artificial strength activated
** System heatsink failing
** Warning critical levels

Frank pulled out his service pistol and handed it to adilis.
" If I am to fall you need to defend yourself, wait till they are close aim it at their torso and squeeze the trigger."

Sounds of heavy footsteps echo to the rec room as Frank looks behind himself "good luck everyone , fight hard and if they get past me make them work for your capture."

Frank exits the door breaking the door control as he shuts it behind him.

"Bring it on and let loose this dog of war!"
S6S Anvil
Rec Room 1B

Adilis was hugging a soft and furry plushie that looked like Neera tightly before Frank handed him his pistol. His long red tail snaked around and coiled around the plushie, holding it so he could use his hands to take the gun. "I-I u-um... o-okay..." Adilis nervously whimpered, getting scared at the idea that whoever was attacking them could make it to the rec room. Adria looked over, surprised at seeing Adilis holding a gun. "Hey, where's mine?" she asked.

Frank stood outside the door his lmg blaring and rawring loudly as his system computer counts down in his head.

*Ammo 75%*

The body's of the fallen enemies stren across the hall from him in bits and pieces bodies either torn apart into miss shapen from bullet holes for ripped apart from concentrated fire as the enemy returned fire bullets making pluking sounds on the door and his armor

*Ammo %50
*Armor % 75 percent

Frank could feel the heat from his gun arm not letting up on the trigger as the berral turns red from the fire and lead leaving the gun. His armor starting to take damage from the waves of enemies not letting up either.

A series of explosions could be heard from the other side of the door as Frank sufferd several impact granades

*Ammo 25%
*Armor 15%

Frank body was heavily damaged from the granades his armor skin fractured and cracked leaking blood liberaly as his systems screamed of massive damage both to his armor and some punctured organs.

"I have to protect them, I will protect them"
Frank said threw gritted teeth as his vision started to blur

"Send in the heavy units with high explosives rounds"
A thorn clone ordered from the back of the fireing line as two heavily armored Frank units moved in their gun arm replaced with granade launches.

The first fired and distroyed Frank's gun arm at the shoulder nocking him off balance while the other fired into his heavyily damaged chest as metal bits and blood shot of Frank sending him spraling threw the door and nocking it off it's frame.

*Ammo 0%
*Armor 0%
*Warning critical breach shutting down user to prevent possible further loss*
Frank liokl at the ceiling in the rec room as he lay on what is left of the door as two Frank clones walk.over him twords adilis and adria.
 
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DOWN THE HALL FROM REC ROOM 1B

"Come on Neon, lets go! We don't have the ammo, armor, or firepower to stay. Sergeant, tell the others three falling back.", Kessler told the woman then the Sergeant as he popped off a few more rounds from his S6-P2. The blue tracer like rounds streaking down the hall, its quiet retort lost in the roar of much louder guns.

Sergeant Mark Tazar wasn't much better off as he watched Ryzka load his last magazine. Mark had two magazines and his combat knife, and with the horde down the hallway, things weren't looking good. "This is Sergeant Tazar, three falling back, watch fire. We'll make our way to the emergency bridge.", he called over the radio.
 
S6S Anvil
Rec Room 1B


Adilis and Adria stared in shock and horror at the zombie-like Frank clones- the impending threat- walking through the door over the severely damaged body of the original Frank. It was some surreal horror. They had done it. The enemy had broken through their last line of defense, and now they were here. Adilis held up Frank's service pistol, nervously stuttering "S-s-s-stay back!" on the verge of tears- Adilis knew he didn't stand a very good chance against the two Frank clones.

Adria, wide eyed, quickly lept over to Adilis. She had to protect her brother now more than ever. "Get out, half-rotten creeps!" she screamed at them, standing in the way, unsheathing her claws.

The hulking amalgamations of technology and decaying flesh stalked in over the fallen original. They gave no response to the sounds the young ones made, as if it were even possible for these husks. The lead behemoth stepped forward and swatted the girl aside.

Adria was very light, and was practically flung away, falling down several feet from them and skidding across the floor. She groaned and lifted her blonde head in a daze, trying to get up before the clones could reach Adilis.

Adilis was wildly trembling, and it was causing his antennae to bobble around. The pistol wobbled and shook in his hands, as if it were a machine gun shaking from the recoil but he hadn't even fired a single shot yet. Tears were now streaming out of his eyes, as he saw how easily they had swatted Adria away. Adilis waited for them to get close before shooting as per Frank's instructions, but he'd already lost all confidence that he could stop them.

The being paused before the young man, it's cybernetic eye whirring as it focused a filth covered optic over him. It was a match to one of the targets on their list. With a muscular arm, the creature reached forward to seize Adilis with a speed deceivingly fast for its decaying appearance.

Adilis screamed and shot the pistol as many times as he could at the large thing as soon as it had stopped in front of him.

"NO!" Adria yelled, getting up and rushing at the Frank clones in a desperate attempt to do something to save her brother.

The rounds embedded themselves into unfeeling flesh, one of the bullets somehow managing to go straight toward their head. It drilled through the flesh and bone on contact, scraping past one of his eyeballs and rupturing it, causing blood and eye fluid to drain down his face. Metal tore through blood vessels, nerves, and brain, the blood soaked round exiting the back of his skull, causing gushes of blood and bits of grey matter to stream out of the hole it created.

The hulk froze before giving a sound somewhere between a animalistic groan, and a mechanical whine before simply falling over with a thud. One which sent a tremor through the deck plates, and made a slight dent.

The other Frank clone had moved to intercept the girl, swinging its half gun arm towards her.

Adilis, half-stunned looked at the dead Frank clone on the floor, which was quickly creating a puddle of blood, from the hole in the back of their head and the gore spurting out of their eyesocket. There was a spot of blood on the wall from the headshot hitting it after tearing through the clone's head. Adilis shook his head and looked up at the other clone, who was aiming at his sister, and tried to shoot them in hopes of bringing them down.

Adria saw the second cyborg aiming at her and quickly dove out of the way, trying to avoid the shot. She wouldn't be of any use in protecting Adilis if she got herself killed.

More pops could be heard as rounds impacted the creature's back which it ignore as it continued to swing for Adria, tearing through furniture to get to her. It gave a throaty roar that sounded as if it could be out of anger.

Adria scampered on all fours away from the creature, looking for an oppurtunity to go for its head. "N-no!" Adilis shrieked, trying to get closer in an effort to get more shots on target.

The undead being continued its chase before deciding on an easier course of action. It was clear time was running out, as more and more voices in its altered head went out. Rapidly, both the murmers of its fodder kin, and those of the commanding female voices were starting to dwindle. The Frank clone raised its gun arm and a round could be heard chambering. With unnatural ease, it tracked Adria, aiming for the thigh.

Adria tried to get out of the way, but it was too late. The round tore through her thigh, fortunately just barely missing the major arteries and veins. She screamed out in pain and hissed, falling down and clutching her bleeding leg. "STOP!" Adilis cried out, aiming the service pistol at the cyborg and pulling the trigger. The response from the gun, however, was a clicking sound rather than a bang- it was out of ammo. Adilis looked down at the gun, terrified, realizing he was out of options to defend himself. He let out a quiet whimper.

The hulk didn't see the girl as an obstacle anymore, so it turned slowly towards Adilis. Taking a few quick steps, it reached for him.

Adilis dropped the gun and tried to step back, staring at the monster. He wasn't able to avoid the beast fast enough, however, and found himself in the clone's grasp.

The abomination seized the young man by the throat and brought its patch work face close. Adilis would smell the decay, and feel the warmth from what could be surmised as hot breath. "Coming with..No resist.", it said by some unknown feat, it's gun arm pointed at Adria. "Resist..little one...dies."

Adilis wanted to vomit from the horrible stench and fear. After hearing what he said, Adilis sobbed "N-N-NO NO NO D-DON'T KILL HER I-I'LL COME WITH YOU P-PLEASE!!!" Adria kneeled on the ground, wincing in pain and speechlessly holding her leg. She turned her head to stare at the monster, revealing a few drops falling from her eyes.

The being didn't say another word, but began to drag the young man with it as it left the room.

"N... No... Ad... Adilis... No..." Adria weakly said on the floor, watching the hulking fiend take her brother away. The small blonde girl cried, laying her head on her knee, for she realized her failure to protect her sibling hurt far worse than any physical wound could.

The hulk began to charge through the halls, heading towards the hangar. Adria would hear the thundering steps fade, only a moment later to hear more rapid and lighter ones draw closer.

Jack came skidding into the rec room in full armor and rifle in hand. He saw what was left of Frank, and the hulk that Adilis had killed, then to Adria. He dropped the rifle as he quickly sprinted to her side. Pulling his knife, Jack dropped the plates for his arm before cutting the undersuit that was now bare. "Adria..w-where is Adilis. Wh-where is your brother?", he asked as he filled the wound with sealant, already knowing the answer.

Adria cried, turning her head to look at Jack. She loudly replied "...He's gone! They took him! And I couldn't stop them!" with a mixture of immense sadness and anger.

This couldn't be happening again, not again, not one of his sons taken from him. It was in that moment, Jack knew the anger and sorrow Adria felt, just as she was feeling for herself. The wound now filled he re-clamped the armored plates back on. "I will get him back, and I will kill any of them that get in my way.", he said pulling his pistol and a magazine before handing them both to her. "Shoot anything that comes that isn't one of ours, help will be here soon."

Jack quickly stood up, and collected his rifle before sprinting back into the halls. He used his thrusters to haphazardly take corners as he desperately raced towards the hangars.

The hulk entered the hangar and dragged Adilis before a man who almost seemed human. "Bring...capture "

"Yes you tool, deposit the brat with the rest, let the clones take this load. Then go find me more.", Thomas commanded giving the young man a sneering smile.

"TTHHHOOMMMAASSS!"

Adria nodded silently and took the gun, staring at it. She knew she could kill any more clones that entered the rec room, but she'd already failed. They had already captured Adilis, the pistol was too little too late.

Adilis whimpered, staring up at Thomas with teary eyes silently.

Thomas looked past as the hulk handed the boy off to the Thorn clones. "Well if it isn't gramps himself. Your the last one on my list, now be a good bitch and roll over."

A group of fodder began to lumber towards Jack, four in total who were dispatched with a grenade from his carbine's underslung. The group gibbing as the plasma grenade detonated. "You aren't going to save yourself this time Thomas. YOU ARE DEAD!", Jack declared as he walked past the charred remains.

"D-d-dad?" Adilis asked, hearing Jack's shout. Walking with the Thorn clones, he tried to look at Jack coming for Thomas.

"Get him. Try not to break him, I want him for the labs too.", Thomas said mildly annoyed.

The hulk turned and began a slow lumbering charge towards the armored Jack.

Jack slung his rifle, but didn't pull another weapon. The creature charged at full speed now and was closing the gap fast. Once the Frank clone was within 20 feet, Jack engaged his plasma blades, the twin crimson blades glowing from each forearm. His thrusters ignited as he boosted forward, but at an angle to slide past the charging monstrosity. His blades burned through its side, before Jack cut the thrust. With another hard burn he darted past the other side before the beast could turn, slashing threw again.

The being stopped before tilting back to fall from the crippling damage. Jack spun around and with one final burst flew into the beast's chest burying both blades as it toppled. Once it slammed against the deck plate, a quick swing of the arm, sent the head rolling away. Jack strolled forward once more.

"You've made a fatal mistake. No one harms my family, no one takes my family, and no one gets away with doing either. I have no mercy left for those who do. YOUR END IS NOW!"

Thomas actually looked worried now. "Well fuck. Get the kid in the shuttle and go, I'll just slip away again later. We have most of what we came for."

Adilis whimpered, trying to decide if he should just keep going with the Thorn clones and avoid getting injured or killed or if he should try to resist and buy Jack a little more time to save him. He looked at the faces of his captors mercilessly taking him to the shuttle.

Jack ran straight towards Thomas with a speed unable to be achieved without power armor. Thomas raised a rifle and began to unload the clip at the charging man. Jack's shields flared as bullets pelted against it until it burst, sparks flying as they now struck armor. The rounds left dents and scrapes against his plates, a few grazing, flattening against the undersuit where exposed. His helmet withstood quite a few, one striking the visor, shattering the outer shell.

"Just die already!", Thomas shouted.

Jack finally closed in and swatted the rifle away, which Thomas striked back, slamming an augmented fist into his helmet, ripping it off. Jack stumbled, but recovered, slamming himself into his attacker with a burst of thrust and yell of anger.

The Thorn clones shoved the young man into the shuttle, "Get this load going, now." Both the clones approached the skirmish.

Adilis stumbled into the shuttle, realizing this was his last chance. "Dad!" he cried out from inside the shuttle, desperately hoping for Jack to hear him.

Jack turned as he heard the voice, "Adilis!"

Both the clones raised rifles and began to fire, forcing Jack to jank quickly with his boosters. He waited until he was at angle aiming away from the shuttle before drawing his own and firing. The blue tracer like effect oh his rounds following as they were sent down range. Jack held an arm over his exposed face as rounds struck armor.

The clones were not fast enough to dodge before being gunned down. Jack on the hand had felt a few make it through, but he pushed the pain to the corner of his mind.
Bleeding he raced for the shuttle as the doors were closing, reaching the craft as they sealed. He could see Adilis through the doors view ports, which banged on, "I'm coming, I'll find you!" He shouted this as he desperately beat on the exterior.

"D-dad!" Adilis whimpered, putting his hands next to the window and leaning on the view port. Tears were streaming down his face as he saw Jack outside, so close, yet unable to be reached.

The shuttle began to pull itself free from the breach it had made. The metal of the rent hangar doors, groaned and shrieked as the shuttle tore free. Thankfully the environmental shield kept the atmosphere in. "AADDILLIISSS!"

"Quite the parent Jackie boy. What's this,...twice now?", Thomas said with a few coughs as he mocked Jack.

To say Jack felt an intense rage at that moment, was a rather grave understatement. But his face only had a numb and devoid look. "That's fine, you won't be able to gloat much longer. Then I am going to make sure the rest of your freaks die like dogs."

"Then what are yo- gah!" Thomas was cut off as Jack shoved the pointed tips of his armored fingerss into Thomas's stomach. He buried them deep until he felt what he was looking for. "There you are, the worm that you've become. I know about the symbiotes, more like parasites."

Jack looked him in the face with a cruel stare, "Unless you want to die permanently. Tell me how to find him."

Thomas pointed to an Aug visible at the back of the head, which Jack unceremoniously ripped out with the free hand. He didn't say another word, but gripped and ripped out the armored hand of gore and flesh. Thomas cried out, clutching the fist sized hole in his gut, the symbiote visible as it squirmed among blood, torn innards, and flesh.

Jack dropped the mass of gore in his right hand before gripping the last plasma grenade on his belt. "Thank you for your cooperation. Have fun in Hell.", he said looking the augment over, then shoving the grenade in the wound after arming it. He shoved the grenade in even as the symbiote squirmed around it.

"JJAAAACCCKK! You lying bas-!", Thomas roared before the detonation cut him off with a explosion in the form of a huge ball of plasma and heat.

Jack had already quickly walked away after placing it. "Maybe I am.", Jack said quietly as he saw the flash of blue light that emanated from behind him. Thomas was no more, only a plasma scorched wall and deck, and ash being the only signs left that he had ever existed in that place moments ago.

Adilis gazed out the window as the shuttle departed, watching as his father went further and further away. He couldn't stop staring at the Anvil through his teary eyes, until it went out of sight. Once it was gone, he sat down and brought his tail to his lap, taking the dog-like plushie out of it. He hugged it tightly and buried his face in his knees, not knowing when, how, or even if he could see his family again.

Adria layed silently on the floor in the rec room, save for her injured leg which she kept propped up. She looked at the pistol again, unsure of how she could use it to get her feline insectoid sibling back.

After a few minutes Adria would hear familiar steps. Jack would enter the rec room once more. Where as the first time when his armor was untouched, however this time it was scraped, singed, gouged, punctured, and covered in blood. He was bleeding from a few places, bullets that had left gashes across his side, a new bullet in the lower right side of his abdomen. He similarly had a gash across his left cheek, his right brow, as well as scrapes and bruises. He was a mess, and had clearly been through a large fight. Both his armored hands were drenched in blood among other things, with the aug in one hand, and the helmet which was all but destroyed in the other.

"I wasn't fast enough, I'm sorry Adria. We have a way to follow though, and we will get him back.", Jack said still looking numb as he slowly kneeled next to her.

Adria looked at Jack, saying "No dad, I wasn't fast enough. I should've been able to stop those freaks from taking him and I got shot instead." She looked at the filled wound in her leg. "A-agh... My leg hurts... a lot... I-I don't think I can walk..."

Jack's expression softened before he tossed the helmet aside and put the aug in an empty magazine pouch. "I need to get you to the medbay for treatment. Come on I'll carry you there, just keep that pistol handy."

He carefully hooked one arm under her knees, and one just around below her wings. "This might hurt, but we'll be there soon."

"AGH... I... can... take... it..." she said quietly, clenching her cat teeth and wincing. She held on to the pistol, ready to use it to prove herself in case another clone showed up.

Jack leaned his forehead against hers for a moment quietly saying, "I know you , I know. But a father still wants to care for his child." Jack only then let a tear run down his cheek as he carried her out and towards the medbay.
 
Rec room 1B: Hallway

"Fuck!" Was all Neon cried out in response to Kessler. A glacial javelin forming in her hand, though shattering once more as she couldn't focus properly. There was no way for her to go on the offensive without being ripped to shreds by the hail of supressive fire. Putting her free hand against the shield as well now, the vibrantly haired woman grit her teeth as she slowly started to take steps back. Feeling with each spray of gunfire how her shoulder was dislocating further and further. A brace of ice suddenly glistened around the arm that was taking the brunt of the concussive damage. Ripping through flesh and directly creeping around bone. Colouring to a deep crimson. "Losing-..." She muttered to herself as a crimson pike suddenly ripped upwards from her shoulder. Forming into a spiked pauldron. Though she didn't halt her retreat. Soon, she was through the door and it hissed shut.

And as soon as it was, the lithe woman slumped to her knees. The ice withering into a million snowflakes, a beautiful display of many colours. Though vibrant green blood ran down her arm in a veritable stream, staining the floor beneath her knees in a vibrant puddle.
 
As the ship shuddered and the vibrations of heavy impacts against the hull could be heard, the elysian female felt a strong sense of fear. Seraphina quickly moved to the cryogenic pod in the back of the medbay and began to frantically wake up its occupant.

"What in the uncursed Hell is transpiring here you naïve fool?" Orias asked rather snidely as she found the sudden shaking irritating.

"Shut up! I have to get him awake in case we have to leave this deck." Sera frighteningly snapped back. She was very scared and was worried for Talih.

Troopers gathered in the medbay, 9 in total, with three in the hall. Soon gunfire could be heard just outside, the retort of flying bullets and barking rifles not helping the bird’s nerves. A trooper was dragged in, leaving a smeared blood trail as his limp form was pulled in.

"Medic, over here!"

The sounds drew closer, and the pod hissed as the thawing process began. But an explosion ripped the door to the medbay out of its frame as three assailants barged in. As the pod began to open, and as the staggered soldiers recovered, Sera heard a bang and felt a searing pain.

Orias grabbed a scalpel off a tray before whipping her arm around to throw it straight into the attacker’s forehead with a practiced accuracy. The ex-demon turned around to find the angel bleeding from a wound to the abdomen. The bullet having gone through.

Sera looked down in shock before dropping to her knees in pain, giving a pained scream as she fell against the console. The process by now was complete as the other two attackers were dealt with.

"This woman needs medical help!" Orias shouted to any doctors.

Meanwhile off in hir own little corner of the medical bay, Doctor Vanth’s ears twitched. S/he’d detected the faint cry of help. Vanth’s training kicked in, and s/he grabbed an emergency medkit, stepping out from hir office. “By Luna…” With the door now open, Vanth’s ears flexed toward the nearly unmistakable sound of projectile fire. Vanth was confused. Hir ears were so sensitive to the loud echoing noises, s/he wasn't sure where they were coming from so felt it best to take cover. The Anthro-Canine pulled out hir communications device. In a whisper s/he reported the intruder to the bridge; giving them an idea on where they are.

S/he peeked out into the as-of-yet vacant walkway to make sure the coast was clear. It was, and s/he stepped out. Instinctually keeping low, Vanth ducked down hir passage before getting to the adjoining space. S/he tried to peer out again, trying to make heads or tails out of whatever was going on. It was then hir nose came in handy. S/he detected the scent of blood in the air and coming from a female as far as s/he could tell.

It was then s/he remembered hir case was shiny and just reflective enough to use as a mirror and cautiously poke around the corner to try and get a better view.

Silence. Then, muffled voices, cold, numb, a…a fucking hangover? Jay inhaled sharply as that feeling washed over him. He’d been through this set of feelings before, this was waking up from cryo. The fast way, no stims, meant only one thing. Murphy’s law. <The hell happened?> Jay thought, as the cryo bay finally opened, allowing him to stumble out. Trying to shake off the lingering lethargy, Jay looked around. Troopers behind what was left of an entryway, setting up an improvised blockade, an Elysian on the floor nearby, with someone else beside her, calling for a medic. Scent of blood. Why was something off with his eyes? Something was blocking his center? Jay waved a hand in front of his – wait – black fingertips, light almost golden colored hair covered his hand. Looking down at his- “Is that a hoof?” He muttered, confused.

Then, felt more than heard, an explosion. Vibration through the ship. Whatever that was, it meant things were worse than he knew. Worry about the body later, if there was a later. Spying a carbine on the ground, Jay reached for it, chamber checking and setting the fire selector to semi. Shaking his head to clear it, Jay rose, carbine held in his left hand. One of the troopers turned, noticing him.

“Been out of the loop for a bit, soldier. That explosion sure as hell wasn‘t planned. What’s going on? Give me the short version…”

The closest trooper looked confused for a moment, "Uh we're being boarded. Heavy casualties across the ship, and the fleet is in the middle of a swarm assault. The attackers showed up suddenly, and now we're securing important rally points, but the enemy is dwindling in number." He said more surely as he went.

Sera sobbed in pain on the deck next to the cryogenic pod. She'd never felt pain like this before as she'd never been shot before. The angel was bleeding badly, something Orias was trying her best to stop, if only not to be blamed for standing by later.

Realizing the coast was clear, and as hir hearing adjusted to the noise coming from outside of the medbay Vanth went for the angelic woman on the floor. S/he pulled a scanner out of hir medkit. S/he needed to be sure the wound was clear of debris before starting to help it to heal quickly. S/he looked at the angle, “what’s your name?” Discovering some projectile fragments still lodged inside the female, Amiri tucking the scanner away.

“Great…right into the fire again…” Jay muttered, trying to cover his slight disconcerti at the fact his ears seemed to turn toward the soldier’s voice. <The hell was I put into?> he questioned, not for the first time. “Right then…” he started, just as a pair of similar looking enemy bounded into the blown-out doorway. Jay’s carbine was up, sighted as he pulled the trigger, double tapping the lead clone trooper in the head, putting a third and fourth round into the second, dropping both before they’d set more than a couple feet into the medbay. “Well, they blunder in like that, they’ll dwindle even faster. Right, let’s get setup, I’ve a feeling this place is going to become real popular soon.”

“I need your help Sera, I need you to try and calm down, would you like something for the pain?” Having never met the woman before, s/he couldn’t be sure she wanted a mood-altering substance. S/he looked to the near-by Anthro-Equine. “Can you help me move her? See if you can find a streacher.”

When the boarding parties breached the ship, Aras had been caught in a bit of a surprise, she had been expecting a landing party, not an aerial assault. As the alert blared, Aras ran out of the rec room sprinting for the nearest medbay, she knew where she'd be needed. Be it blind luck or divine inspiration, Aras somehow made it there with next to no enemy interaction. Now all that was needed was to get inside.

Aras realized there would likely be a few soldiers in the medbay to protect the injured, so a plan was needed. She quickly decided to pull out an ID and hold it in the air before entering. "SectionSixsugeonpleasedon'tshoot!" Aras stammered, the badge held aloft.

Jay nodded, pulling a nearby stretcher over, just as his ears turned (turned!) toward the door, a frantic voice announcing herself as a doctor before she entered. “Going to have a great need for you then, doc. Already two…” at that Jay glanced at the trooper he’d just spoken to. “…how’s that soldier holding up?”

Sera was in no state to answer, clutching her wounded midriff as her eyes were clouded with tears.

The trooper's expression was now hidden behind the face plate of a helmet, something he was thankful for as he felt sorrow. "He's gone. Defib charge malfunction from battle damage, and the blast cooked his stimulus injectors. There wasn't anything that could be done."

He paused for a moment before taking a more determined stance, "I hope you're ready to put those rifle skills to use, we'll need every trigger finger to pay these fucks back for this."

Vanth tried to ignore all that was going on around hir as s/he attended to the winged-lady. S/he checked her ID – it read ‘Seraphina’ – so s/he could refer to her by name and make a closer connection to her. “‘Seraphina?’ Do they call you ‘Sera?’ Sera, listen to me. I’m Doctor Vanth, I’m going to take care of you; okay?” The Anthro doctor prayed Sera wasn’t recovering from any chemical substances and therefore opposed to mood-altering substances. S/he readied a general broad-spectrum pain killer into a hypo-syringe and injected it into Sera. “You should be feeling less pain any moment now, okay?” Sera was in shock, and s/he needed to keep her attention to keep her awake, so s/he kept on talking to her. “There are still shrapnel in your abdomen. I need to try and get it out before we can move you to a biobed, okay? You might feel a slight tugging.” Vanth pulled out a pair of forceps and began to look for foreign matter.

It had been a while since Spark had gotten a real fight, and she loved the adrenaline and the smell of smoke. She hated the cries of the wounded and the smell of death that hung in the air. Moreover, that she knew most of these people. Still, voices carried in the hall as her headset’s network connection kept her apprised of the situation. The enemy had been contained, the lines were breaking, and prisoners had been taken.

“Friendly entering!” Spark announced, holding her carbine above her head as she stepped into the medical center, proudly displaying the winged sword on the front of her light armor kit, almost like she’d been on a detail when the mess started. “Who’s got the SITREP? WOW report?”

“Fuck” Was all Jay could say. He hadn’t known the soldier, hell he hardly knew anyone aboard this ship, but they all fought for the same thing here. That made all of them his brothers and knowing what was happening made his blood boil. “Rifle, blades, hell, I’ll put my hoof so far up their asses, they’d be shitting black for a month, provided I was planning on letting them live that long!” Jay replied, walking over to the fallen trooper, grabbing his weaving and remaining magazines and sidearm, a big, red, nasty looking suppressed pistol, the Wraith, Jay remembered it was called. Appropriate name, for what was about to happen. “I don’t care who these guys are, they want a fight, I’ll punch their tickets to hell! Jarimin Traver, most call me Jay or Aztec”

The trooper nodded to Jay, "Names Harris, let's get some payback Aztec."

He turned to Sparks as heard her enter, "Sergeant, good of you to arrive. NCO is dead, it's just troopers here ma'am. We were assaulted by a team of five clones, two eliminated in the hall, and………The other three as you can see. NCOs of Alpha and Delta squad are KIA with a trooper as well. Boys are in defensive posture around the entrance. Ammo and medical are green for the moment." He reported dutifully. "Miss Cerulius took a round in the skirmish, Doctor Amiri is working on her in the back." He added, a loud sob being heard as if in confirmation.

Seraphina bucked as she felt fragments of the bullet being pulled out. Despite being a through and through, pieces had been left behind. If the doctor did not act on the bleeding quick, s/he might not have a patient soon. The elysian gave pained cries.

Doctor Vanth swore as s/he muttered under hir breath. Every time Sera writhed, she lost a significant amount of blood. S/he didn’t want to give her more painkiller yet, but it should have worked – despite the injury – what they had today was far more advanced than anything before. It should have worked instantly. S/he sighed as s/he wrestled with the winged lady. “Sera, I’m sorry, I’m going to have to sedate you. Don’t worry, you’ll be waking up in a nice comfortable hospital bed in no time.” S/he loaded a hypo, and no sooner had s/he administered it then it had started to kick in. Under normal circumstances s/he wouldn’t have done this, but these certainly weren’t what one’d call ‘normal.’

With the woman no longer writhing, Vanth was able to get the last of the fragments out and was quickly able to get the bleeding under control and get her stable enough to move. S/he looked at the Equine-Anthro. “Aztec did you say? She’s stable, help me get her on the stretcher and over to that biobed.” Doctor Vanth moved into position to roll Sera on her side in order to position the stretcher under her. S/he waited for Aztec to get the feet.

Aztec looked down at Vanth, he nodded, slinging his carbine to free his hands. He knelt down by Sera’s feet, taking hold of them and waiting on the doc’s count to move. In short order, they had Sera on the biobed. “You set doc? I’m likely going to be needed elsewhere in a bit…”

“You better get back to the battle ‘sun’” Vanth responded, giving a double meaning to the word ‘sun’ given his bright blonde hair and fur.

"Congrats, Corporal Second-Class Harris, you're the acting NCO of Delta. Go double tap with your squad and keep me updated." A few hand gestures of Spark confirmed the field promotion and granted him the access he would need. "Aztec, once you're done there, grab that trooper's headset and weapon, take cover behind that wall. I want full security until backup arrives. And if there's a kerfuffle, nobody moves from their goddamn cover."

She went into a maternal, forceful tone directing troopers to various points of good cover and concealment, making sure no hostile targets could come from any direction without experiencing heavy fire before sending her report up the line.

"Medical bay secured, three dead, one major wounded with medics onsite, DMRs and carbines green on ammo, amber on grenades and ordnance. Alpha and Delta squad relief NCOs on site."

Jack's voice came over the radio, {"Reaper1 to actual, Bravo team has secured the armory on deck 12, 2 KIA, and 2 injured. Making my way to the bridge."}

Mark's voice replied next, albeit sounding the same, {"This is actual, non-essential personnel have been evac'ed from the bridge, but hostiles are on their way. Bridge is now on lock down. Boarders are still progressing to rally points. 75% of enemy units have been eliminated."}

Harris gave a nod and "Yes ma'am!", before heading off to his assigned position.

"If you'll excuse me, I'll be staying in the back. Hopefully it will be much less boring.", Orias said before heading to the back to stay with Sera.

“Understood, Sergeant” Aztec replied, initially making his way back to the fallen soldier, before remembering he was now in a much different body than he’d been used to. “Helmets not going to fit me Sarge, going to have to do without comms for now” he said, picking up the rest of the soldier’s ammo and grenades, before making his way to the wall she’d ordered him to. He quickly pulled together some concealment, what was left of the door and an overturned bed weren’t going to stop much of anything, but they were better than standing in the open. He did note that this gave him a pretty straight line of sight down the hallway, even if it was a bit restricted, anything coming from there, he’d see it. Aztec sighted down the optic. “In position.”

It took a while for Aras to take in the bustling medbay, but she eventually realized that she was in no danger of being shot. It didn't take long for Aras to know what she had to do however, as she slid to the biobed almost instantly. "I think I can take it from here," She would say to Vanth, quickly grabbing a small box of medical supplies before leaning over the patient.

Vanth pinned hir ears giving a sub-audible deep grumbling sound; s/he didn’t appreciate being shoved off hir patient. “Oh, excuse me, was I in your way? Who in the galaxy are you?”

Sudden unscheduled operations weren't exactly Aras' forte, though it happened that this one was rather urgent, so a perfect job could come later. From the medical kit would come a stapler and some disinfectant salve, and with that Aras closed the distance between her and the wound. She peered quickly at it, deciding that it was sufficiently debris free for the operation to continue. Taking the salve in her left hand, she used her cybernetic prosthetic to apply it, the right hand able to spread it far faster and more even than any natural one. With the salve in place and the wound still open, the more gruesome part would come.

Evidently whoever this cyborg was, evidently, she seemed to doing Sera some good. Vanth was a professional, so s/he wasn’t one to start pissing contests; especially when a lifeform’s existence was in the balance. There was a fire-fight going on outside, so doubtless there would be others in desperate need of hir expertise.

The other device she had grabbed was raised aloft, and the wound was held closed with her open hand. with a rapid succession of quick and soft thuds, the wound was stapled shut. It wasn't pretty, and Sera would certainly need to come in later for them to be replaced with sutures, but it would be perfect for keeping fluids in and future debris out. With a sigh and a wipe of her forehead, Aras backed off of her patient. "That should keep her stable. She was very lucky."

She already had been stable, Vanth thought privately to hirself. There was a wounded marine near-by. S/he hadn’t seen anyone bring her in, but she was two biobeds down – the interim one being unoccupied presently. She had either been sedated or was unconscious; Vanth went to work assessing her condition.

Spark absently picked the comms unit off one of the downed clones and plugged it into her suit; running an antivirus to make sure there wasn't a nasty surprise. It took a few moments for her suit to patch into their communications by copying the radio's encryption comm, and she could hear the chatter.

"Alpha 1-2, Spark to Reaper Actual, please identify Bravo wounded. Just got some radio chatter over a captured comm about a helmet sample, possible Mayer Strain carrier. Also request HAR1 and armored support at rec room 1B, captured civilians, one insectoid. Bumping the comm sequence up to Control, now."

With a few virtual keypresses, she loaded the Hades communications network in and connected the Anvil so that every single connected trooper had listen access to nearby Hades communications.

A soft clunking resounded from the vents. A loud hissing, several gunshots echoing throughout. To those paying attention, would take note of a shiv suddenly being stuck through the metal. A trickle of blood dripping down from the sharpened tip. Though no more gunshots were fired, yet the rumbling and clattering of something inside was audible still.

A vent popped open as Koroleva landed down in the medbay. Carrying a slumped Revenant over metal shoulder. Both stained in each other's blood. Dirt covering the tan Neko's face. A trickle of the radiant blue liquid slipping down. It was then that the cries of an infant caught her attention. A loud clattering of something in freefall through the ducts she just came through. Tossing the Revenant aside, she braced herself as a large vent duct slammed down on her shoulders and lower back. Palms pressed against the grate. One of her mechanical hands broken off its axis. Whizzing and sparking softly. Though a laugh came from the amazoness, a short, cracked one at that. Mocking of whatever deity that looked on from above.

Echo five stumbled around the corner lowing the still bleeding crow and echo two into the doorway before shouting "coreman! Crows wounded!!"

Peeking around the corner he fired a quick three rounds burst into a crowd of hostiles tailing him before ejecting his spent mag on the ground and popping the next mag in.

He was panicking to say the least before looking up.
"Oh fuck!" He exclaimed before ducking into the doorway as a grenade round whizzed by and impacted in a wall near the door way…

“Get them to the back of the medbay, docs are there already!” Aztec shouted to be heard over the gunfire, as he didn't have comms. “Clear th-“ The sound of the grenade blast was loud, painfully so to his ears, as they flattened down to either side of his head, he winced in pain. While it didn’t appear to wound any friendlies, it at least made the newcomer clear what was left of the doorway, revealing their unfriendly tail. “Ah, fuck! Contacts front!” He yelled, opening fire with his carbine, his burst fire sending the cyborgs for whatever cover was left in the hallway.

Spark had dived forward at the site of the grenade, hearing its shrapnel strike walls nearby, and she landed in the prone, weapon brought to bear and already firing down the hallway before she rolled sideways and kicked off to cover. "Alpha Fireteam requesting gravity shutdown hallway 22D deck 14!"

With the blast Vanth’s first instinct was to shield hir patient with hir body to protect her from shrapnel. S/he pinned hir ears at the sound and held them flat as s/he looked around to assess the new damage and see who else might be wounded now. The marine s/he’d been treating had only minor injuries compared to the blast that just went off, so s/he grabbed a medkit and went to work while listening for sounds of distress. S/he noticed the idiot that was hollering something about blackbirds or something earlier was down. S/he wasn’t a coreman, but Vanth went to him and grabbing hir medical scanner began to assess his condition.

The Corporal from before purposely pushed over a couple large lockers before stacking one on top of the other. "I want a firing line now and hold it. These fuckers don't make it past us to the wounded!"

The explosion had killed Crow and his comrades, the grenade having been a high explosive round. The lumbering steps of two frank clones were heard pounding behind the chorus of lighter steps of many, many, fodder units. The first group already were shambling around the corner of the slagged hole that was once the medbay entrance.

"LIGHT EM UP!", the corporal shouted as he and his squad of three began to unload into the coming horde. Bodies began to pile up around the opening as plasma capsulated ballistic cartridges tore into the encroaching enemies. Spark's own squad did likewise, with one of them throwing in a plasma grenade as well. There was a bright blue flash as a number of fodder units were slagged.

Seraphina was still out in the back of the medbay, oblivious in her unconscious state. Orias took the pistol of one of the wounded troopers who had been dragged back and began firing from around the corner. She really wished Mark hadn't dumped her with these people, but she was stuck with them.

One of the franks leaned out from behind the slagged wall and fired off a grenade round. It detonated short of the improvised cover the Corporal had set up. Shrapnel peppered the lockers and the men's shields. The lockers were already beginning to degrade under fire. "Sarge, we aren't gonna be able to hold out much longer."

"This is Alpha 1-2, on station for assistance. Someone call for a storm?", came Jack's voice over the radio. A thunderous roar began to emanate from down the opposite end of the hall, as the horde was caught in a crossfire. Flechettes tore through skin and bone, the howl of the weapon making it clear a storm rifle had just been brought to bare. The horde almost disintegrated under the fire, the frank not fairing any better. It withstood the bullet hell for a few moments before slumping dead.

Once the thunder had ended, footsteps were heard as the figure in commander variant Revenant power armor stepped over the corpses. "The rest are on the way, let's give'em a fight.", He said as he opened the rifle to let the empty mag be ejected out as he slapped a new one in.

Meanwhile Vanth’s scanner had indicated the coreman s/he’d been working on had no life readings. S/he had attempted CPR, but in the end it proved fruitless. S/he did what s/he could to secure the body for later last rights, but ultimately there were others still living who needed hir expertise. S/he found another casualty and took their scans. This one was still alive… for the moment. S/he managed to get the female out of the way and began to set to saving her life.

Spark had directed her fireteam into cover as the man had made his comms approach, and had ducked as he opened fire, just barely missing a flechette pinging off her shield and embedding itself in cover behind her. Looking up at her team commander's approach, she sat up to a kneeling position. "Don't happen to have a few spares, do you, sir? I could stand to take my new fireteam hunting. Speaking of."

She turned back to look over her team's cover. "Sound off if you're alive."

“Well, I’m thawed enough, haven‘t been hit, I’m good here, ma’am.” Aztec started. “Though these hooves are going to take some getting used to…”

The Canine-Anthro doctor gave a wave and spoke up; “I’m good! This one here’s alive too… just.”

Koroleva took a moment to recover from the sudden blast of the grenade. The sound concussive as her ears rung loudly, the fuzzy, grey extremities lowered as she blinked slowly behind the skull mask. Glancing at the wincing soldier, before looking over to the other wounded people, a soft grin spread on her face. Pain, desperation and anguish. This is what she lived for.

Never had she felt more alive. Dashing forward, the Neko swiped one of the rifles from the wounded soldiers, gathering a second and slinging it around her back. Throwing herself behind the makeshift barricade, the Nekovalkyrja raised the rifle and just pulled the trigger. Pushing herself up high enough to tuck the weapon in her hip to compensate for the recoil. She was eternal, immortal. She was none other than the so-called Great One the countless voices screamed about.

Now, they were all cheering, laughing, giddy with anticipation. Not letting go of the trigger as bullets whistled past. Smacking against the mask, grazing the side, one embedding in her shoulder, one ripping through her chest. One ricocheting off of her metal arm, that was in the midst of pulling up the second rifle. Now gunning with both carbines. Another bullet through her abdomen. The mask shattered, metal ripping through her jaw, dislodging the entire reinforced bone, unhinging her two-part chin completely, letting it hang loosely from the right socket. It was at this point the Neko finally caved, her form slamming against the ground, secreting the lucid, blue blood, a soft gurgling coming from her.

Though, at least. At last, it was silent. For the first time in her life, she could hear her own thoughts. Maybe she wasn't as immortal as she thought.

The figure of Aras had stood mostly away from the fight; she had little to no skill in combat and would likely be more of a burden then a help. As she watched from afar however, the figure of Koroleva snapped her out of the trance. She jumped to attention and sprinted forth into the fray. The strange doctor attempted her best to stay out of the line of fire, and miraculously came out with only a couple of grazing shots. In the end she did it though, she reached the injured. Shifting up the upper half of the Neko's body, Aras placed her arms under

After a length of what can only be described as 'speed dragging', Aras made it back near the other patients with the Neko sprawled in front of her. It was obvious Aras couldn't lift her on her own. She remembered the speedy canine that had berated her slightly earlier. "Hey! I need a hand here." She shouted out to the other doctor.

The horde had been not far behind and as the man had finished talking to sparks, they reared their ugly heads. Koroleva's barrage began to eat through the shambling ranks, even as their return fire was focused on her and the troops. The three soldiers behind the same barricade unloaded their clips over the barricade in a storm of blind-fire, the avalanche of return fire making it hazardous to expose themselves.

The man who had eliminated the first wave, prepped a plasma grenade before tossing it into the oncoming mass. The detonation incinerated flesh, and slagged metal components of those unfortunate to be close to the blast zone. "Sorry but I have only the one, and one mag left for it." He replied as he took cover behind the central station.

Orias came over and attempted to help Aras lift the neko, "Why are woman so heavy and altered in this universe?" She said this in a groan as she tried to pull the neko's limp body along.

As it so happened, Vanth had just finished with the current patient s/he had been on. She would be stable enough and out of pain until the battle was over, or at least until the shoulders were able to push these invaders back and out of the medbay. S/he heard the call for help from the non-anthro doctor and dashed over to help. “What’s with the ridiculous augment? She’d be kilos lighter if she just had one prosthetic. Hasn’t this reality invented lighter synthetics to replace metal by now?” S/he glanced around for an anti-grav stretcher, but only immediately spotted an unused manual one. “Let’s work smarter not harder.” S/he lay it next to the woman and spread it out. “If we roll her on her side, we can scoot this under her.” S/he smiled up at the non-anthro doctor giving a light wag of hir tail. “That was quite impressive, how you were able to get this one out of the line of fire like that. Name’s Vanth. Looks like you took a nick there, are you going to be alright?”

Aztec gave a nod to the armored newcomer. “We’ve still got a few grenades between us. If you’re low, save that ammo in case anything serious shows up” he said from what was left of his own improvised cover. “At this range, even with a carbine, if I can’t make shots from here, then I’m a sorry excuse for a sniper.”

The battle was swift, and bloody, chaos erupting as a heavy burst through the fodder. The newcomer ordered for the others to concentrate on the horde while he dealt with the big guy. It was a confined space, and the monstrosity was very large, but the man was quicker in his armor. It got a lucky hit and knocked his helmet off before the man moved in to deal a killing blow with his LCK, by plunging it through the heavy's neck while grappled to it's back. With the topple of the now massive corpse, and the elimination of the last of the fodder. Talos stood on the heavy as it fell, the creature thudding hard as he stood on it triumphantly.

He was the spitting image of Jack minus the facial hair, and the fact that his eyes and hair were two different colors. His eyes were heterochromatic, his hair dominantly black with half of it filled with the usual snow white. "I'd say that's area secured, and a job well done.", Talos said cockily before introducing himself, "Major Talos, Fenrir division. Also sup sis, and I don't know you..." he added waving at Sparks, before pointing at Aztec, not recognizing the horseman.

”You wouldn’t, sir. I just got thawed out of cryo, and that’s besides being the new guy. Jarimin Travers, though I usually go by Aztec” he replied, while trying to stand up, finding now that his legs had a completely different balance than he was used to. He’d hoped for a new start, well, now he’d been damn well given one, hadn’t he? Again, he wondered just what kind of body they’d put him in.

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