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RP: NSS Acadia [Mission 1] B Side: "The Guns of Patriots"

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Amelia only spared a glance as she saw her commander go down. She fired a couple shells at her assailants as she moved into better cover. Once she did that, she reloaded her shotgun quickly. She looked over at Rui, "Go on, move! I've got your back." She knew that they had been probably the easiest targets for those up front. Just as she finished urging her comrade onward, she fired a shell just as another jimmy rounded the corner behind. "Come on, you all have grenades.. now would be the time to use them..."
 
"Fuck that, you're getting out of here before me!" The Chief had watched the events fold before him, too busy to deal with the other Jimmys in to effectively help Rico. Loading another magazine into his shotgun, the Chief advanced down the hallway towards Rico, taking a kneeling position close to the wall and covering the Sergeant's retreat, motioning for someone to take a position next to and to the rear of him.
 
Just as Rico managed to squeeze himself and the unconscious captain through the gap, he was greeted with another set of bad news... There was evidence that Power Armors were once stored here but nothing more than that, the Armory was stripped bare. The suits themselves could have already been plundered by the enemy or moved by friendly forces. Either way, it would now be difficult to deal with the new threat just outside their door.

Emerging from the mess of Jimmies was an M1 Demon armed with a still smoking Type 1.5 Laser Chaingun. While nothing but cannon fodder for the typical SMoDIN marine in ELEMENTs, against conventional small arms it was but nigh invulnerable. A fellow marine covering Sergeant Ran tossed a grenade that landed and detonated just a few feet away from the Power Armor, he was then rewarded with a barrage of laser bolts, one hitting his unprotected lower arm and nearly ripped it off in a small explosion from the expanding gasses of his flash-heated blood. He fell to the floor screaming, the wounded part of his arm only connected to the elbow by a thin strip of skin.

Even with damaged shields, Amelia and Ran's follow up shots did little to no additional damage to the suit.

Rico could spy the corner of a small trapdoor emerging from a large pile of empty but heavy crates. It most probably lead deeper into the interior of the station.
 
As Rico hefted his injured captain into the room, he was expecting to see walls lined with shiny armorsuits, racks upon racks of weapons and the like...after all, it WAS an armory. When his expectations fell disastrously short, however, Rico suddenly began seeing the direness of the situation rise.

"WHERE THE FUCK'S ALL THE GUNS?!" Rico managed to yell as he glanced around the room for SOMETHING. The entire plan revolved around making to the armory and stocking up on enough firepower to fight their way out to meet back with Fian's team, and without some good old Nepleslian firepower that plan seemed to seem a lot less successful. As he set the captain down in the center of the empty room, Rico eventually spotted the hatch door hidden amongst a few upturned storage crates.

"Boys," Rico said, swinging his head back towards the doorway. "We're shit outta luck with gettin' weapons here, someone's already took 'em! Get in here an' get that door closed, block it up with some a' these crates!" While Rico gave his commands, he himself was busy scrambling over to the hatch door. The Sergeant gave the floor hatch a once over before reaching down and pulling it up, peering inside to hopefully get a better idea of where the hatch itself led.
 
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