RP [Hanako Shall Resist] CH.1: Cut off from supplies

[AntediluvianIntransigence]

Crackling shots and flashes of light shot out of the treeline, blasting through plasteel and burnt out cars. Returning fire was short and silenced as a rain of energy bolts signalled charred rix cadavers slamming dead and twitching onto the pavement. A silence befell the site of a raging shootout, lightly interrupted by the crackling of flesh and metal that burned in the wake.

A series of worm-like cables undulated and pulsed with bulges travelling down their length, sucking catalyst fluids to refill their ammo stores as the alien moved out of cover and swept over the area. No life signs were visible but there was no telling if reinforcements were on their way. A city was really just a series of deathtraps hidden by a veneer of civilization and the ruins only removed the latter of these.

"No return fire, no signs of kuvexian life or rix movement. Victory appears to be ours." He spoke over the coms as he cautiously moved towards the city.

 

[RaWolfe]

General Supplies
Near New Kyoto

The place was getting quiet, as Ak took a breather break and closed her eyes 'Come to the depot, the area is clear' a thought message was sent to their sniper. She opened her eyes and stood up and signals towards the rest of her team to move forward into the general supplies. The dead bodies had gotten real fact for Ak and yet she was getting slowly used to it. One moment she was taking light patrols at the villages, another they were fighting their way through hordes of enemy bugs. She looked at Maleirzwan for a second and knew that he was enjoying this ride way too much, but she wouldn't complain.

"Take a look around and take emergency supplies for now" Ak orders as she rose her rifle "If any enemy contacts, take them out without mercy" She orders moving into the building. The lights were dimmed, she looked around seeing that they were in a garage of sorts and saw a working or rather intact truck and know that this would be their best way to ride out. Looking outside seeing it was still dark, they could use the darkness to move out quickly and get more supplies going "Anyone technical? If not I will try to get that truck going. We get those supplies and we move back to our bunker..."

Spoiler: OOC Note

These are the final post, when everyone has posted we will begin to our next operation! Awesome work everyone <3

 

[Charaa]

Yayoi remained calm as she and her comrades took down the Kuvexian and their Rixx. Her lips curled up at Athena’s words, but she did not comment since she was distracted by Roy’s words and actions that came up next. She swore as she saw the light show, her grin widened a moment as her respect and impressed feelings grew within the Neko. She made a mental note to make sure she had some of those with her because she liked what she had seen.

The Neko took a quick look around before she heard Ak’s message and began packing up. ‘Copy that’ she replied and soon she was on the ground and moving towards where her comrades were when she heard a sound. “I heard something in the alley at my position, going to check it out. “She said before she crept into the alley where she found a few dead bodies Rixx mostly completely shredded, and she saw the culprit which appeared to be a Dog who noticed her and growled before Yayoi’s Neko scent was noted allowing her to approach. She also heard the source of the sounds she’d heard, puppies. “I like your resume,” she told the mother Dog, gently petting her. “Ma’am, we have a recruit, and some additional little mouths to feed, I like the recruits resume,” She told her, sending a telepathic image of the dead, before she carefully picked up the box that carried the puppies, using her gravity manipulation to make it easier, before she the puppies, and the Dog returned to her comrades, where she saw the truck and knew that would work as transport.

 

[AntediluvianIntransigence]

"Leave it; there are enough corpses to scavenge and vermin to hunt. Is it not clear these beasts are no strangers to the absence of civilization? In the best case scenario, it simply exhausts more of our supplies. In the worst case, the creature and its offspring give our position away. In both cases, they are an additional burden in a time when we rely on subterfuge and evasion."

The fungoid looked like a moving pile of boxes, cylinders, bags, and crates. There was a dolly with a handle he was pulling behind him with a rope tied to the grip connecting with his waist. Only his talon-like fingers and the eyeless, rotting-dough texture of his face was visible. Judging by the crates of munitions and supplies he'd piled into the back of the truck, he had likely resembled a shambling pile of survival essentials just a few minutes earlier.

"Room for a pet and its spawn is better reserved for a rifle and a belt of grenades."

 

[Nameless]

With the 'All Clear' given, Roy moved up to the compound as his allies did, taking interest in the Kuvexian he almost vaporized. He picked around the corpse for anything he can use. Any ammo and weaponry on them were no good except for salvage to be smelted again, but he doubted this group had the equipment for such a process, so he left them there. Hearing the need of a technician, Roy responded. "I can take a look at that truck, make sure it won't fail on us half-way to base. Might need someone else to drive though, left my license in my other pants." He chuckled to himself as he closed in on the party leader's position and beginning to do a rundown of the vehicle's status.

Hearing chatter about a pet, he chimed in after Mal's speaking against it. "I dunno, man. Times like these, morale's as precious as food and water. Having a pet at base might be worth the extra consumption. Especially if you got kids there or people still shaken up by what's happened. A bit of a distraction from being alone in your thoughts. Though, make sure they're in good health. If they die there, that's only going to bring people down even more. Anyway, this truck is fit for duty and the engine is purring like a dream."

 

[AntediluvianIntransigence]

"The weeping neck of a tyrant nourises the fallen spirit of his people." The fungoid tossed a few more boxes into the truck, thudding against the various other supplies. A few of them would need to be secured with ropes and straps given how high they were being stacked. "The misery of the invaders is our happiness and fuels our resolve, so is it that of your people. A pet is a mere distraction at best and a liability at worst. Bring me the savage skull-taking hawk worms or the thousand-legged flesh-scourging predators of my domains if you wish for me to make room. Otherwise, bring me a bigger gun. That's a friend we could all use."

More and more of his body began to be revealed as the back of the truck grew increasingly cramped; munitions, food, field equipment, medicine, explosives, and anything else to help with their war effort.

"Unless you would rather tell the sick and the bleeding that we passed upon antidotes and banages for fleeting sentiments."

 

[Nameless]

"You, my friend, are speaking from the iron sights of a soldier, a warrior, who lives for the next fight, judging by your prose." Roy shrugged and helped with loading and securing supplies. "Besides, if you loaded medical supplies last, then priorities need to be reshuffled here. Now, I don't know what kind of people you have over at the bunker, but I'm willing to bet that not all of them are on active duty or have ever handled a gun. Last time I heard, everyone, including civilians, were to evacuate to the nearest bunker should the need arise. The mental strength of soldiers are an entirely different league over those who prefer a quieter life."

Roy had opened a supply crate and motioned for everyone else to take what they need from it. Restocking in order to allow for more to be loaded onto the truck, and to be better prepared should they run across trouble on their way back. "But speaking of supplies, we should seek other workable vehicles if we have the time. If not to be used as a supply vehicle or an escort, their fuel could be siphoned."

 

[AntediluvianIntransigence]

"Right now, we're living under their rule. Like it or not, all it takes is the slightest whiff that have our own private little hovel and one precision bomb later, our bunker will be little more than a footnote in a history book." The truck was looking more and more like a warehouse, shrunken down to be a wheeled attraction. Already the creature was hopping into the cramped space he'd made and extracting some kind of sticky, slimy thread like material from his lower back and tying smaller boxes together. "A similarly likely possibility is that we are stormed in the dead of night by assault teams as smoke bombs and flashbangs go off, smashed face first into the ground, and rounded up to be displayed before other survivors and made an example of. Another fun memory from my homeland."

His long, slithering centipede limb opened up through his palm, crawling down the two steps at the based of the truck before coiling around a wrapped up package. Gun barrels could be seen poking out from beneath the wrapping and magazines jostled around as the myriapod symbiote bgan to retract, its mandibles dragging a small case with a red cross featured on its side. More of the tape-like material spewed out like some sort of pustulent wound and he was quick to secure the kit and the weaponry.

"I do not need a small army; that's not how it works here. I do however know that we will need to work with other pockets of resistance to be prepared for the long drought under the Kuvexian sun. Beggars cannot be choosers and the ruins provide not what you want but only what remains. So do not speak to me as if I had not scoured pharmacies and hospitals. Perhaps other scavengers got to them first. Or perhaps what was left was incinerated by energy bombardments. Worse comes to worse, I have my ways of caring for the wounded. Judging by your culture, I don't think most of you want that."

 

[Nameless]

Mal was adamant about not getting the pet, providing scenarios that may happen. Roy guessed he wouldn't ever back down unless he was convinced that it was a good idea. Maybe even an investment. Then when Mal mentioned scavengers, Roy was brought back to the days of his boyhood and it was like a light had switched on in that dark crevice of memory and ideas.

"Let me just start off that I see what you are saying. But consider this: Dogs have excellent sense of smell and hearing. They can help us track down friends, foes, survivors and explosives and other supplies with the proper training. And unless everyone here gives up in a few weeks, we'll have ample time to train them. I mean, your centipede tentacle pulled medical supplies out of the rubble, but you can't be on every scavenging party. Having a dog with them will let them detect threats and buried supplies, not to mention being able to slip into compounds for scouting purposes, provided we can get our hands on some discrete cameras. Or if you're not the sentimental type, strap bombs to them and have them sneak into an enemy outpost. If not for the morale or as emotional support animals, the dogs will still be an asset we can invest on for scavenging and other military uses, is what I'm saying."

 

[AntediluvianIntransigence]

"That is pain, turmoil, and sacrifice that you're asking of not just an animal but those given the trouble of preparing it for war but also a fresh mother. I may not have seen these creatures before but I do not like the possibility of making orphans of its offspring." His voice was slightly muffled as he rummaged through one of the bags he'd slung over his shoulder, pulling out what appeared to be partially spoiled saram wrapped meat. The red had begun to blacken and a moldy brown began to creep around its corners.

This did not stop him from unwrapping it before the pungent meal found itself impaled on his cavern-spike teeth.

"Does Yamatai not have soldiers who are part animal, genetically engineered to have senses and capabilities far beyond those of humans? Based on those of a common housepet - one known for its extraordinarily sharp senses. This animal's purpose is then redundant and unnecessary."

 

[demibear]

In what seemed to be a flash, the firefight with the Kuvexians was over. Part of Athena was quite disappointed she couldn't have killed them all herself. Unlike some medics within the Star Army of Yamatai, she did not believe that all life was sacred. Only the believers and their allies were worthy of treatment. Anyone else would get it when they get it if she feels like it. Many conflicts would occur when she had to treat NMX Neko prisons at times.

She scanned the horizon for a moment just to make sure there were no more Rixx left. Not seeing any movement or hearing foul language, she got up from her position to meet with the others. Seeing the dog and hearing the argument between the alien and the newcomer, she simply helped locate key medical supplies and move it to be loaded as she listened. Once there was a break, she took her chance to speak.

"Enough you two. While each of you has valid points, you are starting to sound like children." Athena said in a strict motherly voice, looking at each of them like a mother about to backhand them. "While I agree we are in a war footing, Yamataians are not the most strong-willed individuals compared to other alien species. Especially the "part cat" ones you speak of. They are enhanced as they are weapon dolls, but the vast majority are nothing more than children thrust into war. Though they are trying to not act like dolls, which is commendable I suppose." She says before pausing, about to get into a rant. She was fully aware the Nekos are trying to act beyond their programming since becoming people.

"I strongly believe this dog and her litter will be a good morale boost to those that stay within the bunker. They need to be reminded of better times and not be allowed to devolve into their base selves. But this is a decision for Ak to make, not us."

Then she focused real hard on Mal.

"Leave the treatment of the wounded to me. You can eat the enemy for all I care, they are unworthy of life."

 

[RaWolfe]

Ak let them discuss between them each other for a while as she focused on the car, however, Ak was inside it and checking all the computer systems that were somehow defunct. Taking a deep breath she manages to get it rebooted and the drive systems powered up. Ak was glad that Athena interrupted the two, but a bit surprised by the savage answer to let the wounded just die, yet kept her comments to herself as she would actually the only applause it. Tapping on the system to dim the lights and keep front lights powered off as the engine started to start up.

"Let's get going back to the bunker, it's still night and we got to use the cover" With that, she closed the door and waited for everyone to hop on and started to push the pedal to move forwards the truck started to move into the darkness. Was it was to keep the storage behind without any backup? It was not the real issue at this moment, the raid was a success and the team had recovered the items that they need to boost the ammo, supplies, weapons and even morale.

Operation Complete, Resistance Operations soon to continue in a different thread.