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RP: 4th Fleet (NSN) [Mision 5.1] Operation Roundhouse

Sawyer decided that discretion was the better part of valor in this situation, and took the time to let his shields recharge and placed a new breaching charge on the wall that faced the corridor to hopefully blast his way through and make his way to rejoin the squad. He'd give his shields a bit of time to recharge and then trigger the detonation when he was back from the backblast area of the charge.
 
Things kind of went blurry around Henry as the melee and firefight started to come towards the crescendo. HPAR rounds, Aether, the sounds of Shields taking a serious beating from the Ripper's forearm aether gun in retaliation for having its shoulder guns knocked out by the Engineer. It was all a cacophony of senseless, deafening violence.

Then it decided to close in for a Melee. Henry saw this coming and leapt backwards to avoid its initial attack. Rita then jumped ahead and intercepted it... poorly. She got sloppy, she got careless, she got her arm chopped off.

And Henry was close enough to the Ripper and Rita to make a difference - he knew he could make her lesson end there rather than prolong and bleed out. He did a very quick recall on the Ripper's statistics: They usually weighed about a tonne to as little as 200 kilograms, depending on what materials were used in construction. The Hostile was a raw two tonnes of Nepleslian Strength 'fuck you'.

It was time to crunch numbers. Henry moved ahead and gave the Ripper a firm, heel-focused kick with his right leg in the Ripper's previously damaged shoulder as it crouched over Rita, then jumped back and opened fire with his HPAR, moving in slowly and keeping both hands on the weapon at full auto.

He was going to look out for his squad, one way or the other. "Medic!" He yelled over the din, hoping to draw some of the Greatest Medic in the Galaxy's attention to Rita. He knew she could bleed out if it was left unchecked.
 
Bastilen moved out just in time. His armour screeched along the floor as his thrusters pushed him from under the crab. Were a he fraction of second slower he would became shish-kebab as Crabs deadly claws and tentacles again hit the place where Bastilen was just a while ago. The Crab turned ready to go and hunt down Bastilen, but the marine opened fire with hie HPAR. Many rounds slid along the monsters strong carapace, but few hit the soft tissue under. That stopped the Crab and wailing sound of pain could be heard from it. It was cur short as Phaedra opened fire with her shotgun, taking the thing out of her misery.

Lisa meanwhile moved slightly forward and sprayed the hall with her massive chaingun. It made the the nekoes running away speed up, as one of their sisters fell to ground dead. The last Crab followed them. Phaedra now free to look could notice on thing. From the room to her right a barrel of weapon poked out aiming at the Lisa, who seemed to not notice or pay attention to the room.

Rayne way meanwhile in very bod spot. The Crab pushed him to the ground and stabbed at his suit continuously. Lucky for the marine cook, Chief Leon was there. The chief jumped to his feets, using his suits thrusters. He grabbed the side of the Crabs chitinous carapace and pretty much flipped him off the cook. The Crab ended on his back, showing his soft belly. A fact which Leon more then happily used to empty the rest of his shotgun into it.

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Sawyer now had little time to take a breather and let his shields recharge. It was not as fast thought and he could still hear a lot of gunfire from the hallway. There was no time to loose and his explosives was set. Sawyer pushed the trigger and the shaped charge exploded. It was very loud sound and were it not for his armour compensating for it, he would probably be half-deaf now. Surely it was shaped charge, but five pounds of potent explosives RX-33 still were a lot to use in the tiny room. The blast surely punched the hole in the walls, but some of it bounced back and hit Sawyer. His shields took it well, but his rifle did not. Being outside the protection of suits shields the blast and part of the wall that changed into shrapnel's ricocheting around the room, made sure Sawyer's LPA become useless.

Wulfe deemed a little better though, as he opened fire at the Ripper standing above downed Rita. Weren't it for her, he would mostly likely hit the cyborg amazon. The marines rifle spew round after round at the Ripper, but the monster's armour took it well, even as shards of it were being shot away.

"Stop shooting you idiot!" Wulfe could hear Laura, The Most Brilliant Medic in the Universe in the radio. "You might hit Morris!" And she was right. Henry did what he had to as he assaulted the Ripper, which was just raising its blade to finish Rita off.

Henry's armoured boot hit the beast right into his chest plate and two tons of nepleslian technology threw it back. It crashed into the wall with loud bang, but before it could stand up again Henry opened fire. Molten coin after molten coin hammered it's faceplate until it remained lifeless, its red eyes slowly going black.

"I am coming!" Laura shouted and used her thrusters to get to Henry, who called for her. Rita was in bad shape and the severed arm needed treatment. Thought in Rita's case, it was possible that Henry could help the cyborg more then Laura.
 
Out of the corner of her vision Phaedra saw the gun barrel sticking out of the nearby room, aimed right at Lisa. Phaedra raised her left arm and lashed out with the Push-Pull device, attempting to pull the weapon away from the unknown assailant.
 
Damn it, Wulfe thought, relaxing his finger from the trigger of his HPAR and resting it on the side of the trigger. Things had happened so fast for that he barely noticed Laura warning him about the possible friendly fire.

He thought about the situation for a second and decided that it would be a good idea to let his shields recharge and hold position, keeping his squad rear safe instead of going down the hallway and clogging it with one more power armor.
 
Having ended the Ripper's life and noticing the combat swing towards the Marines, Henry looked about himself and knelt down next to Rita, and looked at Sawyer. He frowned and realised grimly that he had taken the least damage out of anyone in his squad. It didn't exactly reflect well if he was going for the macho stereotype, but he felt as though he was above and beyond that, fighting smarter rather than harder.

"Alright you two, gather 'round. If I have to spend any more time with you, you'll end up being mistaken for my pet projects," He mumbled aloud as he knelt over Rita with his TEK in one hand. Zesuaium blades make supernaturally clean cuts, giving Henry very little surface area to work with if he wanted to adhere Rita's cybernetic arm back. He was less concerned about the artificial flesh and more concerned about getting the arm back on.

He stripped the now-useless armour off of Rita's missing forearm, then carefully cutting away the chainsword and casting it aside. It was what got her into this, so it was what he was keeping away from her for her sake, of course.

Now that he had the arm he cut away the armour on the arm above the elbow and got to work, he knew that he would only make enough repairs to put it back into place. Finer work would simply take too long in an assault like this, and he could trust the engineers to finish what he'd started since they had less pressing issues.

Uncross that wire, drain, seal and pressurise those pistons and reattach those rods. He didn't give a tinker's cuss about the synthetic flesh. After the groundwork was done, Henry gave a thumbs up and stood up, with his TEK now having about one more use worth of material.

"Next!" He yelled, motioning for Sawyer to come over.
 
Bastilen crashed into the wall near-by with a harsh, metal-churning thud. His gory paint job was particularly ruined on the back as the blood and paint was worn down to the bare metal. That much was clear as he rolled over onto his hands and knees, a piercing ringing in his head keeping him from reacting all that immediately. The seal in his armor had failed to contain most of the pressure generated from the high speed collision, and now he was feeling it. His head felt like it had been hollowed out and replaced with a bell that rang constantly.

The situation of duress caused him to pool his attention to his abdomen, where a little blood was dripping out from between the plates.

You never got used to that. Your own blood, that is.

Bastilen reached down, feeling the gash in his armor, coating his finger tips in a mild sampling of red ichor. The only relief was that there wasn't much blood, but he could feel his dermis split, skin pulling at the slit cut on his stomach at every tug and turn. Still, he stared at it, his mind registering his own blood. He needed to get that wound sprayed to stop the bleeding, and as well get something to seal his armor, or he wasn't getting off the ship alive.
 
As most enemies before her ran away Lisa stopped firing her chaingun for a while and used her monoyes to look at the situation behind her. She did not noticed the gun aiming at her at all. She did noticed Bastilen with her monoeye and zoomed on the blood coming from his wound.

"Medic!" She shouted and focused her attention back to the fron, expecting some kind of counter-attack soon. "Bastilen is hurt!" She added to clarify it for Laura.
 
Sawyer stumbled out of the hole his charge had cut in the wall, still recovering from the backscatter from the blast. Looking at his readouts he saw that his LPA was down and that while his shields were functional, they were very low. He made his way to henry and handed over his weapon saying "Well I got out of the room but this is broken now. Can ya fix it Corp'ral or do I just need to find a new weapon?"
 
With the combat dying out Zyv found himself with nothing to do, what NMX were left were past an obstacle made of marines. As such he found himself able to do nothing more than secure the area, wait for orders and get out of a certain medics way as she made her way to their newest casualty.
 
"Just get a new gun." Henry grunted as he looked at Sawyer's breastplate and he shook his head grimly. He sighed and wondered aloud: "Jumping Pasco on a pogo stick Sawyer, were you and Rita in a competition?" Rita had won, so to speak.

He only had enough materials to get the breastplate fixed, and hoped that Sawyer's shields would start to stabilise once he stayed still and tried to not die: "This time, I take point, and you stay behind me. I feel like I'm missing out on something as a Corporal, battle scars and all."

Using what little of the breastplate was left, and mulching the broken LPA into usable material as a sort of technologically adept duct tape, Henry was able to reassemble the breastplate. As he was preparing to reattach the breastplate onto Sawyer's armour, he gave Sawyer's exposed chest a pair of firm pokes to the ribs before setting the breastplate down and welding it back on.

And his TEK had run out of uses. He put it on his back and kept it effectively out of reach since he knew it was now useless, but still functional for later campaigns, "Well, looks like I'm out of golden rivets, next time you'll be on your own."
 
The barrel of the Impaler particle beam rifle twisted and clattered around the door before falling into the hallway. Against the stronger pull of Phaedra's PPG, the NMX Neko's grip was nothing. The Nepleslian armor's abilities were designed to be superior to the Neko; a direct counter for the normal non-genetically engineered Nepleslians to the Yamataian living weapon.

"Good stuff, boys and girls! Keep up the pressure! Phaedra, lead the push forward! No stopping!" Leon commanded as he reloaded his shotgun, standing above the carcass of the NMX Crab that lay atop Rayne.

"Get up, you lazy arse. We got squids to kill!" he shouted at the wounded man. The Chief expected the wounds to be barely minor. They were Nepleslian Marines, fighting through pain was a hobby! If he was really bad, Romero would deal with it. "Marines, attack!"

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Laura looked at Rita. "I'm not trained in cybernetic prosthetics! I can repair mechanical things and fix people but not both rolled into one package! It's bioengineering!" she exclaimed.

Then she heard Lisa's call. She darted back into the hallway, firing a burst of coins down the hall at the retreating NMX forces. She slew to a halt at Bastilen. "This I can do!"

She whipped out the MED and plugged the datajockey into the suit. She needed to get a vital statistic reading on the man before she could begin. But off the top of her head, she had a preliminary list of things. His skin had been pierced so that meant that the NMX had gotten through to him. That meant it had very likely poisoned him. "Don't move," she instructed Bastilen, "Less movement, slower toxin spread."

She began fiddling with the injector's settings as a couple of white particle beams flashed near her. Laura ignored them and continued her job.

"Corporal, Sawyer just wants to get enough medals for being wounded so that he can build a little fort of them," Laura yelled as she placed the injector over Bastilen. The clone had set it to infuse the man with medical nano. He hadn't lost enough blood for her to want to pump him with droksin or another drug. The medical nano would, however, deal with any toxins from the exposure to the NMX claws, paws and tentacles.

The NMX, by now, had retreated behind a sealed vertical blast door, stopping the Marines' advance. "Wreno, you pull up any schematics on this next area before the AI kicked you out?"

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Unbeknownst to the Nepleslians, their enemy was marshaling her forces. With the aid of the shipboard AI, Helszepont had gathered a formidable array of warriors to begin a counterattack. It was clear that there were two groups of Nepleslian power armor infantry. One was just on the other side of this blast door while the other was doing its best to defend the hangars and engine rooms they had captured. Smaller groups of unarmored Nepleslians were running about the ship.

The group in engineering would be dealt with. She had sent a force of thirty Rippers and several dozen shock troopers to deal with them. More shock troopers had been dispatched to find and stop the Nepleslians running around. Another dozen Rippers were posted at the entrances to the bridge. Six shocktroopers had been sent to guard her quarters while another six were tasked with making sure that the Admiral's personal escape craft was not harmed. Finally, Helszepont had kept two dozen Daisy's as her personal bodyguard. The Nekos who formed this bodyguard were her own, trained by the best instructors and rewarded accordingly. Their training and conditioning was so complete that they believed that their entire existence was the protection and pleasure of their Mistress. In turn, her attention to them was the greatest reward. Unlike the majority of NMX Nekos who knew little about their full potential, each NH-29 in Helszepont's bodyguard knew everything that they could achieve, and had used their skills numerous times in combat, making them equal to the Star Army's veterans.

With each and every group, Mishhu Crabs and Nekos filled out the ranks. Cannonfodder for the Rippers and Shocktroopers. Helszepont knew that the Nepleslian Marines who were heading to the bridge would have to come to this junction. It was a large dining hall that they had fortified. As befitted its status as an officer's mess, it was connected to every major corridor in the ship. The Marines were stuck in that side corridor, usually reserved for maintenance crews. The survivors who had just fled through and sealed the blast door confirmed that a dozen or so Marines in Power Armor were behind them. Helszepont grinned maliciously from her own Daisy.

The barricades were set up to create a dead zone between the two blast doors and the NMX. The doors would act as a funnel. Whoever went through first would greeted by massed NMX fire. Her bodyguards and Crabs would make sure that if both doors opened, they would split their deadly fire. But Helszepont was certain they'd only use one door. Nepleslians tended to rush headlong into combat and knock obstacles aside. She liked that about them. It was a similarity in combat styles they shared. But unlike her, the Nepleslians possessed little or no finesse.

So like the patient predator, Helszepont and her forces waited behind stacked tables and debris for the blast doors to open and the Marines to rush through. They could only go forwards. Into the NMX guns. If they retreated, their mission to reach the bridge was doomed to failure.
 
Seeing the Neko disarmed, Phaedra followed up with a push from her PPD to fling her assailant back into the room.

"Good stuff, boys and girls! Keep up the pressure! Phaedra, lead the push forward! No stopping!"

"Sir!" she replied. She stowed her shotgun and pulled out her HPAR.

"Cavaliers! On me!" she said, motioning with her fist. She hoped that Bastilen was able to recover some sort of layout beyond the blast door. Otherwise they would be going in blind. And considering their surprise had probably worn off, the NMX would be ready for them. There had to be another way.

"Morris! What is your status?"
 
"Rita's down and most likely out, Sawyer looks like he's come out of a meat grinder, Raikowski and Stones still kicking and they've got their heads about them." Henry replied to Phaedra after giving Saywer a firm tap on the refurbished breastplate, signalling that everything was in working order, "All things considered, I'm itching for revenge."

He then moved next to the Cavaliers and gave the next set of orders to his group, "Alright boys, we're merging with the Cavaliers! The NMX are expecting us, and it'd be rude to keep them waiting! We need all the hands we can get on the last fight."

No more uses for his TEK, half missiles, half HPAR, a Chainsword he hadn't even touched yet. Behind him were three men who had survived all of the previous encounters (one by the skin of his teeth), and two other soldiers, one out and one dead. As he looked around, he noticed Rita's chainsword still lying idle on the ground. He picked it up, deactivated it and placed it beside his own chainsword.
 
Bastilen shivered uncomfortably with the chilling sensation of cold nanites entering into his body. At the very least, his mind consoled, he was getting treatment and that meant an extended life-span. The soldier fingers plyed around and over the opened area of his armor, but he made little effort to actually get in the medic's way.

"Yeah, I've got a bit of information." The Hostile containing Bastilen leaned it's head back, and he plyed a little bit of the saved information within memory banks. He sent them the schematic he was able to upload earlier. "If you can get me to another security terminal or a maintenance terminal, I can pull up security feeds for better intelligence."
 
"Check the rooms for any terminals or computers," Leon ordered the Marines. "There has to be one around here."
 
Sawyer picked up Rita's Plasma Lance Rifle since the hulking cyborg woman was missing the extra arm she'd need to be able to wield it and her HPAR to replace his now destroyed LPA so he could get back into the fight and hopefully not take much more damage than he already had. With that in mind he took up a position near the rear of the formation to hopefully let his shields recharge.
 
After deciding that he had given enough time to let his shields take a load off the punishment they had received, as well get his wits about him again, Wulfe joined up with the rest of the marines. He didn't bother looking inside the room he had been occupying because of the plasma grenade detonating in there, giving him little doubt that there was barely anything salvageable there. After Henry mentioning he still was good to go the marine moved to position in the front of the formation, guessing that his PA being somewhat undamaged was a reason for that.

"Nothing in that room." He announced, taking position.
 
With the order to look for consoles given Zyv confirmed and moved to do just that. Methodically moving through the all rooms the marine double-checked any bodies to ensure they were, indeed, dead before proceeding to search for anything resembling a computer or terminal of some kind, reporting his findings, or lack of them, as he went.
 
With Laura safely taking care of Bastilen Lisa had her hands free. Save for the giant chaingun of course. The big doors leading out of the hallway were fully closed. There was still room to clear. Lisa saw an impaler rifle on the ground before the room. That was kinda strange, walking inside she picked up the rifle and placed it on her back next to the cutter.

Her chaingun was too big for room cleaning so she set it up on the ground and took out her LSP. With that in the hand she moved in. Room was empty for save for a terminal and two neko bodies. Lisa did not see any blood though.

"I got terminal and two nekos here!" Lisa said and moved front. She stood between the terminal and nekos, making sure that if the neko tried a suicide move again the terminal would survive. With pistol in hand Lisa moved forward to check if the nekoes are alive or not.
 
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