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RP: NSS Acadia [Mission 2]: Brotherhood and Sisterly Love

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Talbain launched his whole rack worth of missiles at the Chief's command and tried to jerk away from the injection with no luck. "Shitshitshit" Between the adrenaline and the debris cloud he was prepared to snap on anything he could find in the cloud. After a few seconds of scanning though the initial shock wore off and Talbain set his monoeyes to passive and drifted through the debris cloud after Viktor's shield drones. Trying to avoid everything he could having reached the conclusion that he'd be at a severe disadvantage if he made a target of himself. A few moments of pressing onward saw him clear of the cloud and to the jammed doors of the Emden. "Fucking fuckdamn!" came over the comms channel followed shortly by an Aggressor boosting hard towards the bays opening. Luck wasn't on the ID-SOLs side and he clipped the edge of the door coming through and went skidding along the bay floor ending his landing in a heap against the far wall of the bay.

After a few moments of head ringing Talbain gathered his senses enough to let the squad know he was OK except for the various bruises and scrapes he had gotten by muttering "Blind flying sucks." as he started getting himself up off the floor.
 
"Yeah-haw~!" Harrison shouted as he hit the ground running, completely tossing caution to the wind as he lifted his Type-02 to the shoulder. He caught a bead on one of the DDs approaching the hangar from an outer hallway and unleashed hell upon the unsuspecting armor. His opening volley proved mostly ineffective, the shots scattering wildly and doing nothing but scorching the outside walls of the hangar. Harrison grunted something unintelligible, adjusted his aim and fired again. His second volley splashed against the armor's shields, alerting it to his presence, but by that point it was too late. A lucky few shots caught the armor in its Monoeyes and sent it spinning to the floor.

A few dilligent bursts later sent the DD sprawling to the floor as Harrison rushed to catch up with the unofficial vanguard of the attack, Lilly.
 
"Fucking motherfuckers, fucking shit. Isn't this the shit what we have fucking drone starfighters for? Fuck. I always said I'd fucking DIE before doing space missions." Ran bitched and moaned the entire time, as he shut down his suit and climbed out of it, stowing his beret inside of the armor.

"Morrison, get those fucking boxes open immediately!" Fighting the urge to smoke a few cigarettes, less the smell of them on him would give away their position inside, the Chief tossed the box towards Fian. "Don't smoke 'em all. GAMMA, FORM UP."

The Chief then pulled out his datapad, pulled up schematics of a Hray gunship and held it out for Gamma to look at. "We're currently mid deck, in the hanger of the ship. As tactical and stealthy and shit as it sounds, we are not going to be using the hatches to enter the top floor, as I don't feel like getting my head cut off when I peek it out to check around me. Instead, we will exit the hangar and proceed towards the front of the craft, and enter up top using the stairways there. I want pistols and short weapons for the stairs going up first. Upon getting to the top, I want Morrison, Volkov, Weynolt and I to head down the right hallway, as the rest of the squad heads down the left."

"Don't clear your rooms by yourself, take a buddy with you and keep a buddy posted outside. Speed and aggressiveness is the fucking key to winning this, so try not to let the momentum of the group slow down with shit. Any questions?"

Right after, the Chief stopped himself for a minute, holding a hand up to the squad so that they'd ask him after he asked the Master Chief a question. "MC, if you all are gonna have a little picnic in here, mind if I borrow your shooters?"
 
Henry, sticking to his 'stay well away from enemy lines until battle had cleared' strategy seemed to have worked. He sat back and watched the battle to take the hangar of the Emden.

Once it'd been deemed clear to get in, he came in slow, and got out of his armour, still fully clothed. It didn't seem to bother him,

"Yes." Henry nodded as he unloaded the gear stowed in the weapons ports of the Aggressor. A brief image of Lewis Pasco passed through Henry's head, as he was giving something for Volkov, something for Ran, something for Weynolt, along with anyone else in Gamma. and finally, Henry's own gear, amongst others.

"Suit up, I assume?" Henry said as he got the chestpiece of his Muur armour strapped to him, then putting the shoulderplates, arms, braces and leggings. He strapped his datapad to the back of the armour, and wired it into the helmet, which he put on last. He took up his Styrling Dart, attaching the suppressor, loading a magazine of hollow-point ammo in, and putting the extra mags into pockets on the front of the armour.

"Ready."
 
As soon as her Hostile hit the deck, Phaedra popped the seals and literally jumped out of the power armor. She landed in a crouch, her breathing rapid and sweat covering her forehead.

"Glad that's done with...wasn't sure how much longer I could stand to be in there..." she thought, slowly standing and wiping her brow.

She walked over to the rest of Squad Gamma and recieved her GSAR from Morrison. She gave it a once over, readied the action, and then flipped off the safety.

"Give the word sir," said Phaedra to Chief Ran with her normally stern expression, but with a slight glint in her eye. She was more than ready for this. She glanced to Amelia. Although she had not seen Amelia in combat, Phaedra was sure she could rely on her friend to watch her back. Phaedra just hoped that she wouldn't let her comrades down when they needed to rely on her.
 
Amelia loaded her shells into her shotgun after exiting the PA and retrieving her weapon. She acknowledged Ran's orders with a simple 'Sir.' Once her gear was ready, she looked over at Phaedra again. "Everything alright out there? Your PA looked a little... um.. skittish." Amelia might have chalked it up to combat nervousness, but Phaedra didn't seem like the type to strain under pressure like that.
 
Harrison had felt the room's combat tension die down a bit, with most of the hangar's PAs abandoned or destroyed. He switched over to a private COMM with Phaedra, like he had done aboard the Acadia. Smiling inwardly, he said, "Good job Phaedra."
 
Master Chief Fian ignored the pack of cigarettes. He doesn't smoke and if he did, can't smoke in the suit. "Any volunteers?" He shouted over the comm, in response to Chief Ran's request. A number of marines in Epsilon dismounted, having preferred a little variety in the operation. While the others were making up their minds or were still in the process of landing, he took the liberty to read the two new reports. The NSS Alder has gone south to investigate suspected new contacts, most distressingly however so has the two N/F-As that covered them earlier, nothing to stop the pirates from rushing back in any minute now.

"Everyone take cover, and stay away from the Hangar Doors!!" He ordered, boosting behind a recently vacated Hostile, its maximum shield energy nearly three times that of his AIR-R. The starship shields of the NSS Emden which were orders of magnitude stronger than any Power Armor had also minimally regenerated. No attacks can pass through the barrier covering the Hangar Doors but Power Armors with modulated shields were free to cross... Things looks set for another close range battle.
 
Viktor brought in his 11 functioning shield drones, and remained silent when Fian requested volunteers. Power Armors were the reason Private Kingston was in the military, and he planned to stick in the suit as often as possible. Especially the VOID. He was loving every second.

During the brief interlude of silence, he noticed only 11 drones were docked and one was MIA, which elicited a sigh from the PA pilot. That meant only three people were going to get extra shields, and one of them was going to get the short stick (3 drones instead of 4). After some brain work, he decided he'd give the trio to Harrison, and the quads would go to Anselm and Talbain.
 
Having finished picking himself up off the Emden's deck Talbain answered the call for volenteers. "I'll go with Gamma, maybe I'll have better luck than with my PA." Popping open his Aggressor he climbed out and set to retreiving his HAS from the shoulder case he had emptied out for storage sniffing occasionally from a bloody nose. "I brought a couple of drones. They should be able to see through the ships walls now that we're inside. If anyone is good enough with them to use them without a PA. Shit." Talbain finally stopped to notice that his nose was bleeding now that the adreniline shot was starting to wear off.
"Ready to go." He said even though compared to most of Gamma squad he looked fairly under dressed with his issued boots and pants over a flight suit.
 
Phaedra met Amelia's comment with stony silence at first. She still had not had the opportunity to explain the "incident" in which she was involved. Unfortunately this was not the time, nor the place.

"I'm fine now," said Phaedra quickly. She would have ended the conversation then and there if it were not for Harrison chiming in her earpiece; saying "Good job Phaedra."

Phaedra stopped and realized how cold she was being. She still wasn't used to having new friends; friends that watched out for her. Realizing her rude response, Phaedra added,

"But I can talk to you later over a drink if you want."

She hefted her GSAR and said no more.

"Thinking about what happened then is the last thing I want on my mind right now.
I just want to get the job done and kick some ass!"
 
Anselm had almost jumped out of his Aggressor when the Master Chief called for cover. His weapons tracked to the half-open hangar doors as the marine moved to cover his dismounted comrades in case anything landed before they were safe, he quickly switched out his drum of red torpedoes for the combination blue and white magazines, expecting heavier targets than infantry now.

"Master Chief?!" he called out over the comms, wondering what exactly was going on.
 
"I'm sure we can learn on the fly." He responded to Talbain, loading a magazine into his A2 shotgun and chambering a shell into it. "Okay, I want Morrison to take point up the stairs. Volkov, back him up. Let's get moving before heavy ordnance starts flying in here." At that, the Chief started heading towards the door leading out of the Hangar.
 
Henry motioned to Talbain as held his Styrling Dart held close, pointing to the dragonfly shaped drones. It was possible to use the drones without an armour, but you'd need an in-depth understanding of how to use them properly - and Henry had just that.

He walked past Talbain, and took one of the violin cases, strapping it over his shoulder and on to his back. It was a bit heavier than anticipated. He put it back down and instead plugged a long cable which ran down his wrist from his datapad into it. With the speed of thought, he was able to activate it.

The violin case opened, then a small dragonfly shaped drone came out and a video feed came into the HUD of the Muur helmet. He sent this video feed to everyone else's HUDs, too. (If they had a helmet) A wireless link was established, and Henry unplugged the cable, as the drone was following his commands. Out of jest, he stroked it like a pet, smiling.

"Excellent, let's move," He said as he approached the stairs with the Styrling Dart raised, keeping close to the walls, sending the drone ahead to peek around blind spots and to watch his flanks with the Monoeyes.
 
Phaedra moved immediately at Chief Ran's order. She followed closely behind Morrison, GSAR raised cautiously as she creeped down the corridor. She set her eye implant to infrared and began scanning for humanoid heat signatures.
 
Lilly barely had time to catch her breath when the MC called for cover. Her head spinning a bit from all the natural adrenaline, she almost gave herself whiplash looking frantically about the hangar for cover. Talbain's abandoned Aggressor was more than adequate. She jogged over to the tank-like mass, catching her Lance back up in her hand. Hiding behind the massive obstruction, Lilly had a thought. "Are we expecting another fight? Is there any way we can remotely access the Monoeyes on these empty armors to help us out?" She looked admiringly to Anselm, who looked ready for all hell to break loose. Her dizziness felt almost euphoric, and something about the albino made her grin.
 
Harrison nodded. Looking around the hangar, the ex-merc noted one of the abandoned Cyclone armors; its pilot hanging dead from the half-shut cockpit. Lowering his bulk behind it, Harrison trained his Type-02 on the door to the hangar.
 
Talbain watched as Henry went about his business with the drone. "You'll have to teach me how to do that sometime." he said with a nod, genuinely impressed with Henry's ability to come up with something on the fly. Checking his Styrling special then putting it back in the holster he shouldered his HAS and started after the tech near the rear of the group. "I'll have to see about getting a silencer. This thing will be a dead give away."
 
The marines waited anxiously, some eagerly, for the Master Chief's prediction of an influx of hostile Power Armors. A tense sixty seconds passed without the sight of any enemy suit, nor sound other than the footsteps of Gamma team fading further into the ship.

Then suddenly a single DD tumbled into view just outside the open door. The uncontrolled manner it which it moved suggested that it was unceremoniously shoved from the ledge above the Hangar Doors. His arms were covering his face, as though expecting the marines to rip it off with massed fire. The marines did not. Only after his suit had taken its sweet time to right itself did he realize no attacks could pass through the localized shields over the open hangar doors.

He simply hovered, observing each marine with fascination.
 
He's just sitting there, begging for us to do something, Trey thought, watching the Pirate in return. "Hey, Master Chief. What say you we take us a POW? I figure two or three up us coordinating Push/Pull devices could reel him in like a fish, then we could have someone hold him down." Trey looked around a bit to see who in the bay had an Armor with a P/P type device to help him in his endeavors. The only ones left seemed to be the MC himself and Lilly, while Harrison would only be useful to grapple and hold the prisoner. Still, perhaps holding a prisoner could be helpful in several ways. "No one make a move till we can figure out who does what and then we can coordinate." the Sniper suggested.
 
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