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Sam landed the chopper after Goldbrease left and got out of the chopper with his crew. They spread out in a defensive formation and prepared to defend the area. <> Sam radioed.

[GN Shipyard, De-Brief and Decon]

Rachele had had to struggle to get the first few inches of the door open... an activity she'd appreciate normally, but seemed to be too impatient to at the moment. She hurried in as soon as the door could be shut, and onto the moving floor panel, quickly hitting the red button.

[Skies above the Oil Rig - Kami no Kaze]

The variable fighter quickly converted to battroid, unfolding like a masterful work of origami into the form she desired. The sleek black and red mecha waited only for the pilot to bail before swooping down like a sparrow, her CADS-1 katana slicing length-wise down the chopper, and cutting cleanly through the still-rotating blades of the CH-53. Fourty-five degree angle. Perfect timing. The VF-11 swung its backside around just after the cut was completed, transforming to fighter mode. A quick burst of the left engine served the dual purpose of igniting the now exposed fuel, and sending the variable fighter back long the path it came. Just the left engine allowed for the mecha to whirl about, once again facing the rig.

The targeting computer painted the three other means of escape. One seemed to have Vic's captive in it. Two head-laser type weapons flipped out from the undercarriage of the craft, targeting the two boats. Even if they did manage to take Voltage, they would not escape.

[GN Decon]
there was sharp sound foa klaxon as the door audibly locked behind her and the floor began moving towards the opposite end of the hall, the first thing that happened was the hallways seemed to begin to glow an extremely bright light filled the hallway making ti hard to see anything except a blinding white light, she would probably feel some warmth as well unless the suit was superiorly insulated which it probably was. Suddenly a sharp 'clanking' sound would echo through the chamber though its source unclear the hallway had sealed itself at the other end for the duration of the decontamination process.

About halfway along the path the lights would cut out and the floor would stop moving as a milk-ish white colored substance would rain down from a large high pressure shower head above covering the suit, side prayers joining the overhead torrent to completely and evenly cover the suit, but as suddenly as it had started it stopped and a second set of lights came on this time a very obvious UV set came on the hallway glowing an eerie purple the suit now completely colored white as the white-ish liquid seamed to harden into a polymer like state, still flexible but definitely completely coating the suit.

The floor began moving again the UV lights continuing to bake the coating until it started to change from a white to grayish color and began to flake off like a light volcanic ash. as the hallways reached the sealed door at the end several strong blasts of wind would hit her then cease the flakes of ashed blown off and then vacuumed up to prevent contamination. onces the suit was decontaminated a female voice came over the intercom.

"Stage one completed, do you require stage two decontamination?"

As she heard this the door infront of her began to rise.

*Gold saw the bolt arching around heading towards him and he could see vic was aiming for his experimental rifle since it was somewhat large and looked like it packed a punch, at the same time he saw the VT slice the chopper just as it landed and its explosion throwing shrapnel everywhere, but adding light to the area*
~in gold mind, more allies killed, more damage done what’s happened has happened and can’t be undone~

Gold say softly: focus

*Gold draws the rifle from his back and takes firing stance in the air at vic, he begins to take in the world around him as shrapnel flies in every direction, 5 chucks of the metal shrapnel slow then stop close to gold and hover then 3 fly zipping around to intercept the lightning bolt, while a chunk of the chopper’s rotor blade alters course and towards vic, while pulling the trigger and a white/blue balls surrounded by blue sparks flies from the gun*

[Daniel - You hadn't forgotten about him, now have you?]

Hell broke out while he climbed the ladder up. He heard the storm of pings as debris rained down upon the platform, the dull thud of the explosion, muffled by distance and intervening objects, it still seemed to shake the rig, and he felt the tremble of the steel beneath his grip. The crack in the air as lightning broke the sound barrier, screams of the engines above, missile fire...

Felt like home.

He had that eerie calm about him as he acclimated to the shock of the sudden battle starting. His right hand left the ladder, pulling off two round, metalic objects from some webbing beneath his jacket. A thin smile appeared on his face as he went back to climbing.

A moment later, he was right at the edge, no more rungs. His head slowly pulled up, just barely getting his eyes to the point where he could spot the two combatants on the rig, the craft in the sky, and a scope of the terrain.

He took one deep breath, and he was set. He hooked his arm around the top rung, switching one of the objects to that hand. The one left behind got a little squeeze, until he felt something pop, nice and silent.

One more look, ranging towards the two that were fighting. He cocked his arm back, and tossed it right between the two.

A nice, shallow arc, right on target. When it hit the deck, the world would explode in a flash of blinding light and deafening sound as the stun grenade went off. With its thrower ducked right behind the rig and pillar again, more or less safe from the effects.

((Since you took two rounds without me... wink ))

Bang! As the grenade went off, Daniel went back over the edge, pulling himself up in one quick, agile movement. His hand smoothly, quickly pulled a pistol from the holster at his waist, flicking off the safety in the same motion as drawing the side arm. He knew where the bounty head was, and the bounty hunter. Probably screaming, holding their eyes or eyes. He knew he needed to bring one person back alive. Thus as he came up, gun ready, he fired off eight shots, less than a second apart each, nice, aimed, neutralizing shots. One to each of the two's knees and shoulders, the .45 rounds being more than enough in his mind to make sure they stayed down.

Not that it prevented him from lowering his pistol. He kept it held tightly in his right hand, hovering over the 'battle' should someone need another. Not to mention the grenade in his left hand.

Dragonflame picked up a couple of unknowns on the radar. He soon got IFF pings that marked them as friendly fighters escorting a tanker.<> He said and made the course corrections <> He moved toward the plane preparing to dock. <> He said and lined up with the refueler approaching slowly.

The librariempath smiled slightly at jab at her colleagues. Did she agree with him after all? She let him answer the questions, then followed up. "Then do you know who would know? And if you didn't do the slaughtering of civilians, who did, and why?"