RP: 188604 Space Invaders Redux

"Oh calm down," Uso said, taking a seat as their transport made for the capital structures, "You're gonna jinx the whole thing...."

Kyro wipes his face and now looked sickly. He didn’t look like his usual self, emotionless and calm. Kyro’s face was pale and he was sweating slightly. “Damn... something doesn’t feel right...”

Kyro wipes his forehead now sweating. He was not looking his best. However, he didn’t look like he was going to die from whatever he had.

Ty would contact kyro while he's still PlanetSide "greetings kyro, I'm reaper I provide overwatch for uso, however while she is safe in your company I wish to ask if there is any task I can do for you while I'm down her hopefully in the assassination category?"

"Guys, remember we're here to first contact the shit out of these people. That means not killing people until I say that we're totally doing that.

In the mean time be sure to mark any locations of notes on the tac-map, keep uploading your video and sound files to our databases and facial recognition everyone. The better picture we build of this place now the easier it will be on us later."

She'd turn off the all hands channel for a moment, the transport quickly reaching their destionation and setting down just outside of the capital.

"Come on, no butterflies in the stomach now. Time to shine!"

Kyro put on his FatBoy headset comms and said, “Aye... could you keep an eye on the meeting that’s conning up. I have a bad feeling about it...” He then buried his face into his hands.

“God... why do I feel like shit...”

Uso grabbed Kyro by the back of his neck, dragging him along with her out the back of the APC, leaving their local escort behind to figure out what he was going to do.

"Symptoms?" Uso asked, getting ready to create something on the fly, her body already gathering the materials from inside of her to produce some combat stims.

"HEY! YOU GUYS!" Uso shouted to the guards that were just outside the government building, "Which way to your leader's meeting? We got space-invader stuff to discuss!"

The soldiers themselves looked a bit confused, they were told to expect visitors from another world... but a floating metal box landing in the courtyard followed by.... whatever Uso was.... certainly was not what they were expecting. There was an increasing murmur growing among the soldiers, wondering just why they looked that way, or if this was some kinda prank.

"EYES FORWARD SOLDIERS," Someone finally called out, some black coated man with a pistol on his hip bringing the soldiers to attention. An air of order finally settling over the collected group. He would then turn towards their two new visitors, "If you would please surrender your weapons, I can take you inside."

Uso would frown again, dropping Kyro where he stood as she unshouldered her rifle, "I want that back, be te dubs...."

Kyro caught himself when she dropped him. His sweat hitting the floor as he pulled himself up to look upon the Fahen local military soldiers, and what seemed to be their commanding officer. Kyro was sweating and his face was pale.

He looked down to Uso and said, “Symptoms... Sweating... and warmth. I’ll survive though...” Kyro looked at the man in black and said, “And whom might the pleasure be given to...” Kyro disarms himself and puts his weapons on the ground before joining them, collapsing to his knee.

Mr. Donovan would kneel beside the sick man, his medical scanner doing a thorough sweep of his body.

Kyro’s results come back as food poisoning. Likely from something he ate before coming here. He seems very nauseous and his motor functions are affected.

Ty would talk to uso and kyro "orders understood however I'll provide overwatch were ever you go so that no unforseen problems occur"

Capital Building Courtyard

The man in the black coat would take their weapons, handing them off to one of his subordinates as Kyro collapsed. It would take him a few moments to realize what was going on... quietly and firmly issuing orders to the soldiers around them, one running back to the other lined up soldiers, the other running into the capital building. Soon the men along the walls of the courtyard were in place, rifles aimed down towards their transport. The rest of the soldiers were similarly forming skirmish lines.

The man int he coat had read about this. Germs. Space Germs. No doubt these space invaders had gotten over-confident. The local germs must have gotten to them, weakening them, killing them from the inside out.

"I CAN NOT LET YOU SEE OUR LEADERS SUCH AS YOU ARE," He said, his voice loud enough so that everyone could hear. No doubt these invaders also had diseases of their own that might spread back to this planet, "I WOULD ASK YOU TO LEAVE UNTIL THIS SICKNESS IS GONE!"

Uso would frown, then give Kyro a soft kick,

"Come ooon, you're making me look so uncool. You know last time we did this I had a girl kill someone by beating them to death with a horse? That was fucking cool. This is... fuck, what even is this? seriously?" Uso would tap her datapad, opening up the all hands channel. She'd switch languages back to trade, making sure that the local wouldn't understand her.

"Hey, Ty, how many dudes did you bring? Don't kill anyone just yet but if shit starts to go down focus on spreading your fire around. We'll need to keep their heads down while we get Kyro out."

Kyro would struggle to get up and then straightened up and wiped his brow. He presented himself with the upmost prestige. Forcing himself to hide the food poisoning he had. “I can assure you sir... I am of the best of health. I am not ill. I merely have indigestion. I have consumed something less than ideal...” he said in his emotionless and monotone voice as usual.

He turned to Uso and whispered, “I will get in there. This issue will not jeopardize our schedule...” He sounded horse but kept it very well hidden, as he turned back to the commander and took a step forward.

“If there is any further issue. I am held at gun point ... “ Kyro said looking at the soldiers. “And I see you feed your men... shocking. Considering their uniforms look as if they’re protecting someone of importance.” He said unamused by the fact they fed them and not the standard military.

"I project the economic standing of this nation to be less than optimal judging by the soldiers I have observed," Mr. Donovan commented, "I shall begin calculating the potential costs to improve the army to our standards."

Courtyard


"Don't worry about that, it'll be Kyro that has to worry about the bill once we have this place domesticated." Uso told Donavan, "We can..."

*BANG*

"NOT ANOTHER STEP FORWARD," the man the black coat said, having drawn his pistol and fired a warning shot into the ground just in front of Kyro, "I will not jeopardize the health of our leaders or our people by letting you move forward."

Kyro shook his head, "You don't understand." He turned around and walked back to Uso. "Fine. They'll have it there way for today. We'll arrive back tomorrow. I'm not risking my plan over this." He proceeded towards the APC and got to the other side of it out of the man in black's view and collapsed and keeled on the floor clutching to his stomach. "Damn... I knew I should have watched that station..."

Ty responded with "me and Frank ma'am"
Ty would wait until she gave the order and would fire 2 mags of his guass sniper while Frank fired 400 rounds from a nearby building on uso order as well to pin down the units