Saveli said:
Saveli stumbled over to one of the damaged and tugged it out over the floor hap-hazardly. He stumbled a little a bit, and eventually fell over himself as he lumbered with his damaged leg. The Iromakuanhe wasn't sure if he'd get his leg fixed any time soon, but since no one was taking the initiative, he took to looting the dead. His eyes fell on the shoulder mounted weapon, with the drum clip attached. The soldier tugged on it a bit, finding little give on the weapon's part.
Still, while on his one good knee, Saveli tugged the Impaler Rifle out of her hands, and then strapped it to his back. He patted the armor down, occasionally tapping certain armor plates to see if they were hollow. The Cohronl was well aware of the storage compartments of certain armors, and he intended to get everything off the Mindy.
A quick tug on the Mindy's (B) shoulder-mounted aether cannon revealed to Saveli that it was indeed installed rather snugly into the armor's hardpoint; it would be difficult to remove it without critically damaging the unit, and there was still the matter of actually using the device. The Cohronl had too little information and little means of accomplishing such a task.
Saveli's general search of the Mindy (B) turned up little else. Much like a majority of Nepleslia's defending ground forces, the NMX were also dealing with the wear and attrition of prolonged combat. The Mindy had a single, round battery for an Impaler rifle attached to its hip, although as with the NMX weapon, the Nepleslian soldiers had no way of discerning the number of shots either the Impaler or the battery had left.
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Alex said:
"Sorry sir, I don't have anything else." She said, opening the box and started bandaging Flint's wound with pink horribleness. Hopefully he won't bite her head off.
Flint turned his head as far as his massive, thick neck would allow to look at the medics handiwork. The distasteful look on his face conveyed his disapproval quite clearly, although he didn't protest as he began pulling the black mesh material back over his shoulder with a sigh. "Well. We make do with what we have. Good work marine."
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Devlin said:
Hopping onto one of the treads and testing its strength with a few good bounces, Devlin looked into the storage area behind the cab for any supplies, especially food. In the chaos during the Grand Rose's descent, he barely had enough time to grab a suit and make it to the escape pod, and now the action was catching up with his appetite. After taking some time looking through the back, he went around to the driver's side of the cab. Pulling out his sidearm, he reached for the door's handle with one outstretched hand while holding the LSP ready in the other. Giving a tug on the handle, he tried to open the door while his stomach growled in impatience.
Although Devlin would not find any food inside the cab of the half-track vehicle, he would see a variety of things. The cab must have, at one point, been used as a point of refuge; a number of empty bottles and wrappers of various miscellaneous junk foods. There was a SMoDIoN standard-issue .45 on the dash, the magazine ejected and revealing that there were no rounds left.
The most intriguing item amidst the junk strewn across the cab was resting in the large seat. Saveli's HUD took a second or so as the suit's face-oriented monoeye quickly scanned and mapped the object, the Hostile's savtech computer displaying a small window of information being next to the item for Devlin's use. The object in question was a
MPR-01a; a multi-phase long-range rifle, commonly used by
NIGHT reconnaissance armor. The weapon was laying sideways along the leather-lined seat, a single large magazine for the weapon sitting beside the MPR's barrel. A quick look at the magazine would reveal that it contained at least one of the foot-long sabot rounds, although it was difficult for Devlin to tell just how many more were within the magazine from his distance.
Despite the presence of a NIGHT-related weapon, Devlin's Hostile picked up no signs of any Nepleslian armors other than the ones back out in the subway station.
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Bernhard said:
"I doubt 4th Fleet would be able to get here. Last I had heard, they were coordinating with 3rd Fleet to attack somewhere else. Probably to distract the NMX from reinforcing this system with everything they had," Bernhard said to Violetta. "Do you need anything else, Ma'am?"
Violetta shook her head side to side shortly. "No, private. You're dismissed for now. Just keep on the ready."
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Krystian said:
With that short bit of speech done, he moved to the entrance of the book store, feeling less threatened then before by the whole place. This room was large enough that the other Marines would have had no choice but to clear it, had they been thinking tactically about things. So he wasn't really expecting any major traps to be waiting. Any that had been there had likely been triggered by the Marines earlier, or simply diffused. So as he moved about through the book store, he kept his impaler at a low ready, but was focusing more on eyeing out any resources like food, ammo, or other supplies. A lesser concern was always NMX ambushes or traps, but less-so in a place like this one.
Sweeping the shelves and all his other surroundings, he began to pick over the book store.
Krystian's sweep of the bookstore revealed that, for an undetermined amount of time, the NMX scouts that they had just previously dispatched had been holed up in that small subway store. An area at the back of the building had been cleared of shelves and displays, with a number of seats positioned in a semi-circle. There were a couple of candy wrappers and empty plastic bottles as well, but other than that, Krystian would be hard-pressed to find anything of immediate value.
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Yuriko said:
Yuriko's Hostile went into 'Power Saver' mode as the front opened enough for her to grab at something from the pack of the suit's lower back. Even as she did so, she took in a deep breath.
"Anyone bring a TEK? We need to get that man's," pointing to Saveli's Hostile. "Suit patched otherwise it'll slow us down."
Thomas said:
He moved towards the Iromakuanhe, "Let take a look at that, stay still." Thomas said, circling around the other marine's Hostile until he could crouch down and determine the extent of the damage on his PA right leg and find out what to do about it.
Although Thomas did not have the proper materials for extensive field repair, his knowledge of the mechanisms and subsystems of common Nepleslian powered armorsuits gave him more insight on the situation.
Saveli's right leg had no power, which explained why the Iromakuanhe was unable to move it through normal means. At first glance, the reason was obvious, an Impaler rifle shot had pierced the thigh, luckily just missing the pilot within as it traveled through the thinning alloys. Thomas would realize that, while it was entirely possible that Saveli's Hostile's thruster system on that leg was no longer functional, that would not explain
why the leg was not moving at all.
The most obvious reason (to Thomas) was that the localized damage had sent a warning to the Hostile's compact computer system, which in turn shut down the mechanisms of Saveli's leg in order to minimize any further damage, at the risk of critical failure. Thomas would be able to override the safety system in place by the Hostile's savtech computer, but it would take direct access to the Hostile's computer core located near the back, which would require the suit to be open and the pilot to be out of the way.
It wasn't a guarantee for the return of proper functional movement, but it was the best immediate course of action for both Thomas and Saveli to take.
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"Two friendly approaching from the street level."
After a little while, Violetta, Flint and the rest of the Nepleslian marines would hear the duo of soldiers that Violetta had sent topside speak into their communication links. From their position on the 10th floor of the office building across the street from Liganda's subway station, the two soldiers spotted two Hostiles approaching from the eastern street, slowly advancing.
"Friendly on eight o'clock high," one of the marines called out to the two newly-arrived Hostile armorsuits, revealing his location after linking through the suits direct laser communication array.
"You're clear to head inside, the rest of the group are there."
