RP: 4th Fleet (NSN) [Mission 1.2] Wazu’s Seven

[Sigma]

Laura waited until the guards were gone, pretending interest in some of the art. It was actually quite easy, being slightly inebriated, no one would consider her behavior all too different from that of any other drunk.

Once it was clear, Laura kicked off her wretched shoes and began hunting for something more useful than a credcard. Her instructions were to find the Admiral and she'd do so. Except, the briefing hadn't really covered what the plan was if things went sour.

So she pulled out the communicator she'd hidden in her bra. "Anyone know where the Admiral is?" she asked into it.

 

[CadetNewb]

Matteo circled around to the other side of the pedestal to shoot Ray in the back of the head - no, that wasn't an option anymore. He simply watched as Ray, Avel, and the Pedestal all came toppling down in a mess. Unable to get a good shot off, he merely waited for the inscrutable woman to finish the fight. One pop. Swear. Two pops. Done. He sighed. Nothing, absolutely nothing was going according to plan. "A waste of a perfectly good chopper, but it beats us getting wasted instead sir." Matteo replied to the wounded Admiral.

He quickly moved to start shoving filing cabinets, pedestals, anything, even Ray's body in front of the door to keep the guards from breaking in. "Avel, find something to patch the Admiral up, would you? Your leg too." He asked, now tossing Ray's corpse on top of the pile after Avel had her first pick of loot.

'Why in the world did it have to be the same guy who wreaked them be the same one to offer a deal?' Maybe Nepleslia was getting soft in the head or something.

 

[cyborgakadjmoose]

"Ma'am, blast the bitch. Things have gone south and bad. The team is compromised, " whispered Cedric over the comm.

“Can’t see them from here, but it looks like they did something to upset the syndicate,” Harm said.

“You know it is rude to be on your cell phone when talking to a lady,” Fhion interrupted.

“Quiet,” The bartender said sternly, “Looks like the others are busy. You’ll have to come with me. I hope I can trust you two with the bar?”

“JUST SHOOT HER ALREADY!” Harm shouted, both over the comm. to Phaedra and to the bartender who was standing nearby.

Phaedra saw Fihon leap up onto the bar, only to have the bartender's two shots go right through her.

Somehow, Phaedra wasn't suprised at all. She zoomed in with the scope and placed the target reticle on Fhion's torso. She exhaled slowly, her breath billowing out into the cold air. Assuming that Fhion would deactivate her phasing in order to attack the bartender, Phaedra waited until the instant she became whole again before firing a single guided AT round.

 

[C-Man]

Avel nodded and walked over to where Wazu was, her pant leg was pracically soaked in blood at this point. She also didn't have any medical equipment or traning, which meant she was going to have to improvise and that went just so well the last time. She wouldhaveto hope she didn't kill the admiral in the process.

"Alright, I'll need something to use as bandages and something to keep the wound from becomming infected... I got it." Avel said as she began tearing strips of clothing off one ofthe dead goons. Once she finished that she began searching the desk for alchohaul.

"If you see anyalchhal laying around, please let me know." She saidwhile opening the drawers.

 

[Zack]

@ Laura

“I have patched him through to our comm. system.” Drei said over the all hands channel. “He appears to be on the 16th floor of the administrative building. “They are currently in the process of blocking off the lift and the staircase access. Securing the lift would be the best way of reaching them at this point.”

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@ Matteo and Avel

“We can always build more choppers,” Wazu told Matteo before returning his attention to the smartphone they had taken off the guards. He was busy working out a plan when Avel started searching for alcohol.

“We can worry about infection later. Right now we just need to get mobile.” Wazu said, “Grab that guy’s belt and use it to put some pressure on your own injuries. We can do the same for mine with their boss’s belt and then we should be good enough to move. Laura can fix us proper when we are all done with this.”

There was then a soft ‘Ding’ as the lift reached the floor they were on, the doors starting to open up as a bright light filled one of the windows. “Matteo, time to get behind this desk with us!” Wazu shouted, the sound of the helicopter outside getting very close.

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@ Cedric and Phaedra

Fhion would disappear entirely in the instant after Phaedra pulled the trigger. There was a splatter of blood that certainly didn’t come from the bartender that was now coating the bar, but there was no body aside from the bartender and his broken face.

Harm wasted no time in grabbing cedric, putting her right hand on the cut across his stomach while the left one hooked around him so she could help carry some of his bodyweight. As her own blood seeped out, it started to form a superglue like bandage over his stomach, sealing up the wound a little bit so he could keep moving.

“Laura, one injury so far.” Harm reported, communicating using the datapad that was now stuffed down the front of her dress.

“And Phaedra, we’re going to need an entrance into the administrative building and you’re the one with the can opener.”

 

[C-Man]

Avel nodded and removed the deceased crime bosses belt and wrapped it tightly around her injured leg with the fabric underneath. She then removed one of the dead goons belts and began applying the same crude medical procedures to wazu. While she was pulling on the belt she felt the urge to say what was most likely on everybodies minds.

"I hate to be the one to say this but this was a really bad idea."

 

[cyborgakadjmoose]

Phaedra saw that her target had vanished, and she had to admit that it wasn't what she expected. She had certainly expected that there would be several pieces of whatever was left of Fhion on the ground after being hit by an AT round; the NMX agent wouldn't have been vaporized by such an attack.

“And Phaedra, we’re going to need an entrance into the administrative building and you’re the one with the can opener," said Harm.

"Roger that. Also Harm, the NMX agent may still be in the vicinity; I hit her with an AT round, and then I lost visual. What should be pieces of a corpse does not just disappear."

Phaedra pushed away from the W3301 and crawled on her belly to the edge of the roof. There she peered down to the base of the tower and spotted the entry door. Two guards stood by the door, determined to remain at their posts despite the commotion. She shuffled back and rose to her knees.

"Any word from Wazu's team?"

She moved the W3301 up to the ledge, the bipod touching the edge of the roof. Phaedra then knelt half-stood behind the weapon in order to lower the muzzle to a near vertical angle. She took aim at one of the guards in front of the door and fired a single AT round at him, the recoil nearly knocking Phaedra prone. Steadying herself, she rapidly removed the magazine and inserted a magazine of Guided Explosive rounds. She yanked back on the bolt to insert a round into the chamber and then fired the round at the base of door below.

 

[Zack]

@ Avel and Matteo

Wazu covered his head and remained crouched down behind the desk as the chopper slammed into the side of the administration building, sending shards of glass and metal flying through the room.

For the most part the chopper remained intact, the blades getting cut up and torn and the front section being smashed entirely, where it had rammed into a wall. The wreckage was completely blocking off the staircase that led up to the floor that Wazu’s group was on.

The force of the impact also knocked around the guards riding in the lift. Though the doors were open, it took them a few seconds to get back to standing. Two of the guards took a spot by either side of the door, firing their .45s into the room somewhat randomly as two others began pushing against the sofas and other debris that were blocking off the lift, slowly moving the mass away from the doorway.

“YOU GUYS ARE DEAD!” One of the guards shouted, “I KNEW YOU WEREN’T HERE TO TALK! GREENS CAN’T BE TRUSTED!”

@ Everyone else
The suited goon that Phaedra shot first looked like he was squished by some giant invisible foot. His head just disappeared in a splatter of blood as his body was crumpled downward towards the floor. The surprised, and understandably shocked, second guard looked around for a few moments before deciding he should run away. When the explosive round came down, fragments ended up cutting into his back, sending him to the floor as the explosive force blew the doors open into the administrative building.

A few of the office workers inside would stick their heads up from their cubicles, wondering what was going on as a suited thug who was planning to go up the staircase decided to check out the explosions instead. “Keep your heads down!” He shouted, his warning going unheeded by the office staff as he carefully approached the damaged doors.

“Drei said they are on the 16th floor, and we’ll need to take the lift if we want to reach them.” Harm said, using the comm. system on the datapad to make sure everyone could hear. “Cedric, we’re going to need an exit as well. Are you able to move? And can you blow us a hole through one of the walls?”

 

[Cedric]

Cedric could do nothing to help, at first. He watched as Fhion completely disappeared, and he could help but be caught off-guard. Where did the bits of person go? NMX or otherwise, her body shouldn't have been able to break so many laws of physics. The Marine sapper simply stared in disbelief, still clutching his pained stomach with one hand, and the knife he had "acquired" from Fhion in the other. Cedric just let Harm support him as they moved around.

He scanned their environment and found the door to the administrative building just as one of the guards became pancaked against the ground. This was followed by a large blast that blew the door open entirely, as well as taking out a guard.

Alright, that wasn't me, Cedric thought, I would have made it more directed.

Then Harm asked him if he could move. Cedric responded by unslinging his arm from around her shoulders, and stepping forward. He was still clutching his wound, though. He was no medic, but it wasn't too deep. As long as he got medical attention after this mission he would be all right. Brushing that thought from his mind, Cedric looked to Harm again.

"Did you just ask me if I could blow a hole in something?" Cedric grinned a little, his furious anger starting to subside, "Sister, just get me the explosives, get me the det-caps, and I'll make sure that nobody is locking our exit shut."

 

[C-Man]

When one of the guards shouted at them Avel rolled her eyes in annoyance. She had the urge to tell them that their own guys were the ones shooting each other and doing a buch of crooked shit behind each others backs. But that urge was instantly replaced with years of training that she personally engraved into her mind.

Avel pulled out one of the drawers in the desk and checking to see if it was filled with paper. Since these people seemed easily distracted she might as well take advantage of it.

She then threw it high up at one of the pillars where it would hopefully splinter into pieces and sent paper flying everywhere. While that was going on she would pop out of the right side of the desk, take aim at the two heads in the doorway and open fire.

 

[CadetNewb]

Things went from bad to worse. Yes, the crashing aircraft was supposed to make things better, but was it better enough? No, of course not! Still, that didn't matter to Matteo at all; he was good at improvising. What he wasn't good at however, was making sure any improvised strategy he had accommodated other people's action's. The ex-hitman turned Marine popped out of cover almost simultaneously with Avel, popping off a shot of opportunity at an exposed head if he could before diving back behind protection.

'I hope she doesn't go trigger happy on us... he thought to himself, biting his tongue; Matteo couldn't say this aloud, or he'd risk being heard, but he raged inside regardless. They needed to hold out until help arrived, but how long they held out depended solely on how much ammo the had.

 

[Zack]

@ Laura, Cedric, Naomi.

“Yes, Hole, Make,” Harm said, pausing to let Cedric get his bearings. “Pick a wall and get going…”

She would flex her fingers, digging into her palm and cutting into it once again. She let blood pool out into her palm and used it to form blasting caps. She handed them over to Cedric and then began forming plastic explosives for him to use. This left the neko breathing hard, her body feeling quite literally drained,

“We’re going to need an exit very soon, and I’m going to have to leave you here to go pick up the others. ”

She then started shouting over to Laura,

“LAURA! GET OVER HERE AND MAKE SURE THIS GUY DOSEN’T PASS OUT!”

Followed by a quick message over her comm. system to Naomi’s earpiece,

“And you, Naomi, Get over here. We’re There are going to be a mess of goons all over us soon.”

Harm then went for the lift, pressing the button to bring it down to the first floor.

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@ Matteo and Avel

Bullets ended up slamming into the desk, and the wall behind the marines while Avel’s rounds slammed into the back of the lift, and then into the face of one of the goons, the man falling down quickly followed by the other guard who received a single well aimed round to the face from Matteo.

The doors of the lift then tried to close, and the two remaining goons would press the ‘open doors’ button to keep the lift on this floor. They decided it was time to charge in, not wanting to remain trapped in the lift.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” They screamed, charging over the pile of sofas blocking the lift doors and unloading their pistols at the desk the marines were behind.

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@ Phaedra

Harm would look up at the numbers listed above the lift, apparently it was stuck on the 16th floor and wasn’t going anywhere.
“Phaedra, do you see anything from up there?” Harm asked.

The six goons by the casino’s main entrance were hunkering down behind casino machines and under tables, trying to find out where the explosive round came from that killed their comrades by the administration building.

Outside of the building, a single dark black SUV would drive up, parking by the halftrack that was waiting for the marines outside. A door on the top opened and a suited goon stood up, aiming a mini-gun towards the doors as more suited goons disembarked from the vehicle, one of them was pointing towards the doors, sending the others rushing towards them. Other black SUVs were approaching from other directions as well, all converging at the front entrance to the casino.

 

[Cedric]

Cedric took the detonator caps and stuffed them in one of the pockets of his coat so as to not have to carry them all in his hand. When handed the blasting material he looked over it once, deduced that it was enough, glanced around, and then looked to the doors at the arrival of the cars outside. With those there, it meant he could most definitely not blow a hole in any wall facing that way for the sake of their own safety. Otherwise, they would most likely get cut down viciously by the guards who were outside, and starting to make their way in now. So Cedric chose the wall to the right of the entrance, near the dance floor, and quickly looked for a quick route there.

"Phaedra: cover me!" He barked, "I need to make it to the wall!"

He ducked down as much as his frame would allow and began to move for the wall in question as quickly as possible. He tried to use the tables and machines as cover from any incoming fire. Duck, run, cover, and repeat. This was the pattern until he reached the wall; at which point Cedric began to roughly shape the plastique wih one hand. There wasn't too much of it, though, so Cedric couldn't make as large a hole as he might have wanted to.

"Come to think of it, when have I had excess of what I needed?" The Sapper thought with growling irritation.

The hole (assuming the explosives weren't crap . . . this was a cat after all), wouldn't be too extremely large. Once the blast was done, it would be about the height of of a hunched over Nepleslian man, and about as wide too. Cedric placed one of the detonator caps, keyed it to the detonator, and then began to scurry off to a safe distance where he used one of the game tables as cover.

Cedric keyed his radio again, "Just tell me when you want to unlock the door, Harm: we're good to go down here."

 

[C-Man]

When the goons charged in and began shooting, Avel wasted no time ducking back into cover as the bullets dug into the wooden desk. They weren't even trying to find cover or even bothering with aiming. Holy shit, these people were dumb. Avel doubted that she needed to do anything fancy to take care of these idiots but decided to play it safe.

She then turned her atention to the drawers and pulled the remaining two out while stuffing the pistol in her belt. She then threw the drawers one after the other from behind her cover in the direction of the goons to provide a distraction. She then popped out right after the objects were thrown and whipped out her pistol,gripping it in both hands.

Taking careful aim and making sure the right goons head was lined up with her pistol's sights, she opened fire.

 

[Sigma]

Laura sprinted to where Cedric had taken cover. "A lot easier if I had something more useful than a dress!" she yelled at Harm.

She slid in beside Cedric and couldn't resist a couple pokes. "Not very good with the ladies or keeping yourself unharmed, are you?"

A quick examination of what was available revealed to Laura that her best weapon was still her breasts. Not a very weapon in a firefight.

 

[Zack]

@ Cedric and Laura

“Alright, tell Laura to make do with what she has. I’m not going to carry you out of her if you pass out.” Harm said, impatiently stuck waiting for the lift to come back down so she could get up to the 16th floor where Wazu, Avel, and Matteo were.

“Uh… ma’am. I don’t think you are supposed to be back here.” One of the office workers finally said, standing up inside of his cubicle so that he could get a better view of the woman.

“Ya, I’ll leave is just a moment.” Harm responded, not really paying attention to the worker as much as she was waiting on the lift.

Guards were starting to sweep through the domed enclosure around the casino floor, anyone who was still there was being escorted outside to be detained by the black suited goons that were carefully moving up through the rows of slot machines and gambling tables. One of them was already nearly ontop of Cedric, hiding behind a roulette wheel table as he took stock of his surroundings.

@ Matteo and Avel

The goons weren’t going to fall for the same trick twice, and with both facing forward they were able to catch Avel as she popped out to take shots. They would sweep their pistols towards her, trailing bullets across where she was sticking her head out. Though most would miss, one would slam into her gun, knocking it out of her hand and yanking her fingers back, breaking bones and tearing skin. Another would slam into her cheek, smashing her cheekbone and gouging out a large amount of skin.

Her bullet would end up striking home, unlike with the first two guards it would end up hitting dead center, leaving him dead even before his body hit the floor.

 

[Cedric]

"Quit yelling, will you?" Cedric turned to Laura, "You have a radio: use it! We really don't want to make it any easier for these thugs to zero in on our position."

Cedric's back was placed against the table.

He could see the suits moving through the place, gathering people, and going about their business. It was now that he really wished he had taken the time to grab the bartender's double-barrel, but he had been in too much of a rush. Right now, helping his fellow Marines was his primary concern at the moment: not even the admittedly shallow wound that was staining his shirt and jacket.

Cedric edged to the end of the table and peered around.

At first, he didn't even notice the guard until the man peeked out to observe his surroundings. Cedric instantly ducked back behind the table; praying that the guard hadn't realized Cedric knew where he was. His grip on the knife tightened as he brought the detonator close to his face; eyes squeezed shut as he debated what to do next.

"Laura; stay safe. You're a bitch but you're also the only qualified medic with us right now." He whispered, now keying his radio, "Listen: I'm going to blow the wall and hope that it can keep the guard distracted long enough for me to get to him."

With that, Cedric took one last glance at the table in question before ducking behind cover yet again. He clicked the button to the detonator and then burst from the table as the explosives triggered. As weary as he was from his adrenaline dying (as well as the stab-wound), he sprinted in a hunched over position to tackle the guard to the ground.

If he got him down (even if he didn't) he would tried to get the guard anywhere vital: eyes, throat, ears, the crotch, or even the armpits if nothing else was available.

 

[C-Man]

The explosion of unimagineable pain in both her hand and face sent Avel falling backwards onto her back. She couldn't even scream in pain or horror at how close to dying she had come. All she could do was writhe on the ground for a few seconds and try to force the pain down.

After that she reached out and grabbed the dropped pistol with her good hand. She then took aim at the glass ceiling above the remaning guard and emptied her remaining rounds into it before passing out.

 

[cyborgakadjmoose]

“Phaedra, do you see anything from up there?” Harm asked.

Phaedra saw the SUVs massing outside the main entrance, and after going prone behind the W3301, Phaedra brought her sights onto the reinforcements. She zoomed in on the vehicles and noticed a figure readying a large weapon.

"Multiple vehicles converging outside the main entrance. At least one of them appears to be armed with a heavy weapon. Engaging."

Phaedra aimed her target onto the SUV with the heavy weapon and fired a Guided Explosive round. She fired a second GE round at a second SUV in the middle of the cluster of vehicles. She then ejected the spent magazine and loaded a fresh magazine of GE rounds.

"Phaedra, cover me!" barked Cedric, "I need to make it to the wall!"

Phaedra momentarily shifted her attention from the SUVs to the inside of the casino. Cedric was busy wrestling a guard on the ground near to the guards milling around the front door. Phaedra rolled over to the DSR sitting nearby, placed it into her hands, and then she quickly aimed at the guards near the front door. With careful precision, she began to fire a single round at each to take them out one by one.

 

[CadetNewb]

'It ends this early? Hm. Well, it isn't my fault, that's for sure.'

As bullets raked Avel and her position, Matteo made his move; with their handgun fire focused on her, they'd get tunnel vision. And even if they didn't have tunnel vision, the short time in which it would take for their guns to fix on the marine would be plenty enough. Matteo snapped out of cover from a different angle from before and took quick, practiced aim for their upper torsos, necks and heads.

Pop-pop went the pop gun.