RP: YSS Mikomi Mission 3: Part 2-The Caves of Bowhordia

[Blackdragon]

"On it," Roken sprinted to his fallen comrads he caught a glimps a one of the other pilots making a move for the target that pilots gonna get killed going for it on her own. Roken made his to one of pilots who called the distress "Sir......its henessey right can you hear me," it seemed a bit foolish to try and he wasnt sure if he could get them to safety with his injured arm, he passed henessey and made his way to Bowman he stood to give him better cover if anything would fire and activated his com.

"This is roken techard requesting support of any available units I have three injured, one needs imediat evac over," roken looked around not sure where another strike would occur but he would do all he could to make sure they were evaced safely "hang on sir, i wont let you die down here."

(OOC:sorry for the no-show kinda got hungup on other stuff hope my post doesnt mess things up, hoping i can get back in on the story if its not to late)

 

[Sgzyr]

Daduar winced momentarily at the new injury he had received, this was just perfect. Within a few seconds though, those lovely painkillers began to flow once more putting him at ease and taking away the bitter pain. He bordered on falling unconscious due to the fact it was just a short period before where he had ingested a similar dosage.

Eyes dilated and muscles relaxed, all Daduar could really do was lean against the hull and think about what to do next. He sent a quick burst to the team, "Let's all get fixed up and then come back down, we need to find out what happened to the other crew.â€

 

[Rei]

Yamazaki hit her mark, flashing up in a different return path as fast as she could disengage her aether projector. As soon as she saw the red indicator on three of the suits readouts, the Geshrin recieved a confirmation from the Mikomi. She sent a quick message to all units with proper coordinates:

All units will fall back to this position for immediate extraction.

"Mikomi, hold at 50 meters above the indicated LZ. We have three wounded inbound."

"Acknowledged First Sergeant. I will be at the location presently."

Aboard the Mikomi, several klaxons sounded. "Attention. Attention. This ship will be performing a hot extraction. Incoming wounded. Incoming Wounded." Suzi's voice rang out clearly and calmly.

Yamazaki grabbed Hennessey's wounded form, disengaging her ACS so she was able to be aquired visually by the rest of the team as she effected the retreat. "Get the officers up! We're moving now!" the girl barked.

 

[Blackdragon]

"Understood," Roken lifted up bowman with his good arm he looked over and saw the first sargeant pick up hennessey, he made his way over to the last and lifed him up gently, with that he kicked in the jets and made his way to the evac point. Roken was a little worried when his suit would Occasionally lose power and would start to dip "common stay up we got a little ways to go."

 

[Cryshalo]

Hennessey's mind swam unawares for a time. The length of his sojourn from reality he could not tell. One moment he had been ducking for cover, then next ... well, he still hadn't quite caught up with what had happened. The all-too-green Technician couldn't figure out where he was. Slowly his vision cleared up. There was no pain, whatever had happened, which could be a very good thing, or a very, very bad thing.

His eyes focussed on his suit's data readouts. "Of all the things...," he thought. It seemed that it was the latter.

Someone was calling to him but he could not make out the words. His body felt like it was on fire; a small rational fragment of his mind realised that his suit was flooding his body with all manner of chemicals.

For a moment, the world was set to spinning as someone moved him. Lucidity began to reassert itself with the chemical's aid. The confusion was fading. He snapped back into focus and realised that he was being carried by the First Sergeant, presumably to safety.

"What a crock," he groaned raspily. To be honest, he had no idea if what he said was coherent at all to anyone around him. But then again, he wasn't exactly in a state of mind to consider such things. "Very ... very first time in the field and I cop of a piece of it..."

Idly, he wondered if there was enough left of his arm in that perforated and shattered suit-limb to still be attached. Of the abdominal wounds, he felt it best not to think. Such a beautiful thing, medical science.

 

[Tom]

During this time, Tom Freeman, engineer extraordinaire was doing all that he could do: trying not to get killed.

Sure, he'd pop a few shots here and there, but he knew he was no match for his high tech opponents. Every shot he fired seemed to miss badly. No time for heroics, he thought. Just need to get back to the group.

Duck, weave, shoot, hide. Duck, weave, shoot, hide. Duck, weave, WOAH!

He had made his way to the cover point under extreme fire only to see Bowman, Henessey and Dauder get blasted. A quick survey of the area revealed that the crew was dropping like flies.

All units will fall back to this position for immediate extraction.

Music to Tom's ears. It was obvious staying on the surface would only lead to the crew's total obliteration.

With a leap and a prayer, Tom thrust his armor into the sky. He noticed one of his comrades (Roken) struggling at times to get to the extraction point.

"Need a hand?" Tom called out as he extended his free hand to assist in carrying the damaged armor to the ship.

((Decided to fit myself in there somewhere.))

 

[Sgzyr]

Daduar made his way to the extraction point as quickly as somebody in his injured state could, preferring to make it a conscious trip and not leave it to the computer of the PHALANX. With the assistance of a few boosts, the zone was quickly reached and Daduar watched as each person loaded themselves onto the Mikomi. While fire rained in from behind him, he continued to wait to make sure everyone was loaded up.

Just about satisfied he sent a message out to Eve "Is that everyone up there?â€

 

[Klarth]

The hell was over. Natalie made her arrival inside the Mikomi, finally. Her leg might be hurt, but her spirit was intact. The fire boiling within her veins, the fast breathing and the never ending battle still continued.

"This is Dawning. I have sucessfully entered the Mikomi..."

(( I decided to come back to life after all <_<))

 

[Blackdragon]

"sure thanks," roken set down for a momment near cover to gently set one of the injured down for (Tom) if he remembered correctly, roken took a moment to examin the area he wasnt far from the extraction point so he didnt want to wait in this area to long "didnt think i would make it there with my suit acting up...," roken checked his injured arm now chared and dirty from all the dust he kicked up and the fighting he looked at tom and gave him an thumbs up "never thought my first mission would turn out like this," roken held his precious cargo with both hands and made his way to the extraction point.

 

[Abwehran Commander]

((OOC: Sorry for my lack of posting. Moving into a new apartment and getting a job took up my time, but now I'm starting to get the hang of my schedule and managing it.))

Having followed the crew while providing some needed firepower via her plasma rifle, Masako kept her head down as much as she could as automated fire continued to pound their position behind the wrecked ship.

The sound of energy penetrating through the ship was then heard, making her duck down and make herself as small a target as possible. Looking to her side, her eyes widened as she saw her captain, his XO, and the new tech lying on the ground injured. It was probably the first time she had ever seen injuries caused by enemy fire.

All units will fall back to this position for immediate extraction.

The call for withdrawal broke her out of her line of thought as she brought her plasma rifle about and began to lay down covering fire as her comrades retreated. As they headed towards the LZ, the young Kurohoshi slowly began to retreat as well. Making sure to make an erratic path as she did.

 

[Tom]

Tom took the injured person onto the Mikomi.

"Wow, not looking good..."

He carried the person into the medbay and dropped him off there.

"Hey guys, I'm going to go make sure the... uh... ship doesn't explode. We're looking like swiss cheese here."

((OOC: What's going on?))

 

[Blackdragon]

Roken made his way aboard the ship and set him down so the med team could tend to him, "yeah ok ill see if i can give the rest of the team some support,"roken suit was in bad shape and needed to find a replacement for his gun "how many are still out there?" Roken was hoping these were the only ones that were seriously injured.

 

[Cryshalo]

Lachlan was taken to the medbay in a bit of a daze, his sense of self slowly returning. Once he arrived, he gave a wave to the new comrade who had done so, a fairly airy, out-of-sorts wave. Maybe the person saw it, maybe he didn't. All Lachlan knew in his pain-killer besotted mind was that this probably wasn't the best way to make friends aboard his new ship.

Lifting his head up, he looked around the med bay. "Wouldn't happen to be a doctor in the house, would there?"

 

[Zakalwe]

"If this can be considered a house, then I'm a doctor that is in it." Ghi put down her data-pad and crossed the room, "What seems to be the problem? Another injured hero from the front lines?" Her voice had but a hint of sarcasm on it. She was really very bored.

 

[raz]

Nick staggered into the Mikomi, his pistol hanging loosely in his hand. The armor he wore showed a few scuffs and marks from blast scoring, but the Geshrin looked, for the most part, unharmed.

He turned, looking back out towards the sandy yellow world as one of his comrades ran past him into the safety of the ship. The turbulence around the Mikomi created by the ship's presence close to the ground caused his hair to sway about violently as if he were caught in a tumultuous underwater current.

As the Santô Hei looked back for that moment, he could only feel shamed by his actions, or lack thereof, in the past hours. As more of his crewmates continued to pour into the ship, he saw that more had been injured than he had expected. Hopefully his cowardice had not contributed to any of the casualties.

All he had been able to do was stay with the away team, cowering when he had the chance, putting up the façade of duty by holding his pistol at the ready. He couldn't remember if he'd even fired his weapon, but was sure that the magazine's indicator would tell him that he had not. In the least, he hoped that the efforts he had made to stabilize communications despite the damned interference on this planet had paid off.

He turned back, and continued further into the ship where he sat down next to a wall, placing his hands on his forehead. Now, at least, he allowed himself a moment's respite as the Mikomi and her crew recuperated from their losses.

 

[Abwehran Commander]

Finally setting foot into the Mikomi, the short Neko did an about face and kept a trained eye on the surroundings outside for a while longer before heaving a sigh. Moving away from the entrance, Masako leaned against the nearby wall and slid to a seated position. Pulling her helmet off to reveal her short-cropped, raven black hair, the young Kurohoshi shook her head and looked around.

"Only this many," she mumbled quietly as she placed her forehead on her gloved hand. Many had been injured or killed this day...people she had met only hours ago...maybe even days...gone or wounded before her eyes.

She knew many had died when the Confidence had gone to help the 5th Exploration Fleet....but this was her first ground action. It was frightening, to say the least, but that fear seemed to have been pushed back and repressed until now. Activating her connection to the Mikomi, Masako began to access the current status reports of all the crew.

 

[Sgzyr]

As the fire became more intense, Daduar felt the pressure working its' way through his mind, causing him to fly into a state of panic. A few deep breaths and the few was repressed, so Daduar gathered his wits about him and prepared for the extraction. At the very moment in the brief respite of the fire, things began to come together for a moment. â€

 

[Sypher]

Kestral lay on the group, breathing heavily watching beams flying over his head. He had lost it; he didn't know what had hit him. After looking over the ridge, he had gone all slow motion, not really knowing what was going on. Daduar had taken control, and rightly so. From what he could see he was doing a good job with the things he could. A tear cam to his eye, him and Tom had just countered an attack for a short while, but Tom had gone down from an onslaught of drone fire, and Kestral had been hit repeatedly as well. He had let his crew down badly, and he hated himself for it. That is why he had made an attempt before, he had control of him self. "1....2.....3.....4....5" That was all the time fear could have over him now.

Jumping into the air he looked over the battle field. The Mikomi wasn't far, and he heard Daduar's call, but he had to look for survivors. He dived between the rocks. His side was painful, he wanted to fall to the floor and stay there, but he had to go on. Firing every moment he could he passed between the rocks, rising to keep his direction. He was moving towards the Mikomi, fighting to stay in control. He got hit on his right should, and then he left legs. He was full of pain. The only thing that kept him moving was his second in commands voice, the echo that he could hear in his head. "I'M NEARLY THERE." He screamed through his mike. It was then that he was hit by two beams on his stomach. He lost control and fell to the floor, bouncing of a rock and coming to a stop in a small opening. "Oh...shit, what the hell." He said drowsily while on the floor. He has lost all sense of where he was. Oh Fuck , he stood up with surprising ease, and jumped back into the air there was only a short distance, but he couldn't keep himself conscious. The Mikomi was there and he fell straight through the door colliding with the wall. The last thing he saw was a pair of feet, after that everything went black.

 

[Zakalwe]

Hearing Daduar's reports, and the likely medical emergency Ghi decided quickly that her talents would be best spent at the site of the casualties, rather than here in the Medbay where there actually was no-one. That and she was getting sick and tired of simply sitting there reading.

Grabbing a first aid kit Ghi ran through the corridor's of the Mikomi, and soon ended up in the room which all the crew, or at least the survivors, were taking refuge in. She had only been standing their a second, trying to work out who needed treatment the dearest, when the captain flew through the opening and landed at her feet.

One thing that Ghi did know was that when in doubt, treat the captain, and she knelt down trying to work out how he was injured, a task obscured through his armour, "Captain, I need you to take of your armour if I'm to help you."

 

[Sypher]

Kestral opened his eyes, he was looking into a pair of eyes, or what seemed like cat eyes. At that he jumped, What the hell is a cat doing on board the ship? He suddenly realised it was Ghi and relaxed. "Sorry Ghi....I ahhh.... Take me to the Phalanx pod." Kestral muttered as he lay there.

"I have been hit repeatedly on the chest, mainly to my right side....I also have been hit on my left knee, I do not think it is as bad as my chest.....I also got hit on my right shoulder, that one is quite painful... I don't think I have a head wound, no wait jsut above my right eye." This came out slowly from Kestral as he was breathing deeply, and wincing from the pain from his side every second.

Kestral slowly stood up, leaning heavily on the wall and Ghi. He couldn't do much else, she was going to have to guide him.