At the Prison Pen:
With the aid of the capable prisoners the loading of the transports went quickly. The injured were carried, limped, or otherwise helped along into the transports in the perimeter. Everyone still above ground would receive another message from Harm.
“We’re almost done here.” She said, “If you’ve got smoke grenades now is the time to use them. Set a smokescreen up between us and the fresh NMX.” The tank would use up the last of its smoke, building a small wall of smoke before turning towards the transport for the marines and sliding into the cargo hold. The transports front doors remained open, waiting for the remaining marines to load up.
Near Anselm:
The girl Anselm checked had no heartbeat and numerous cuts all along her body. With no heartbeat, the cuts weren’t bleeding unlike Anslem’s wounds. Even with the makeshift bandages the bleeding didn’t seem to be stopping.
In short order a medic power armor would reach his side after leaving the transport, letting Kingston fend for himself in delivering the injured to the med bay. He would pull a small fire extinguisher looking device off the side of his power armor and take aim at Anslem. With a few short bursts he fired globs of grey foam onto Anslem’s arms, chest, and legs. The grey foam would mix with his blood and quickly harden around the wounds to create makeshift scabs. “That shit is temporary, get to a medbay before your internal injures kill you.” Without sticking around for a response he turned his attention to the girl, checking her vitals and placing his hands on her side and chest to deliver an electric shock.
Meanwhile Downstairs:
The marines were able to take down the shield the hard way, by repeatedly hammering it with firepower. “Outside and out.” Harm shouted as soon as the field dropped. “Keep that civvy separate from the others and be sure you check her for weapons.” Harm would then turn around and head back for the upstairs, being sure to move slow enough for the other marines and the female in the prisoner outfit to follow. The exit path took them through a variety of medical rooms with various bodies that had been dissected, placed on slabs, or flash frozen in large tubes. The worst of it had recently been set on fire and had just started burning. A staircase and a run through the industrial sized vats in the building upstairs would allow the marines to reach the outside and the waiting transports.
“So… how are we going to escape this planet?” The female prisoner asked, hiding behind the corner that lead into the airlock.