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 Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:22 pm
The Ottyo growled for a moment before tossing the explosive device towards the group of Drathonians with one hand. He flicked his wrist, sending it hurtling downrange alongside the other thrown charges. With a boom, the enemy was partially obscured by the blast. They couldn't tell how many were even wounded or killed, but Killy and Cibo already knew where they were going to aim. The two were behind cover on opposite sides of the hallway, and immediately set up a crossfire, their weapons' fire aimed at targets opposite of themselves, the blaster bolts forming an 'X' as they crossed one another, hence the term. Killy hated the toy like gun he was using despite it's stopping power. On the other hand, Cibo was having a blast just holding the Bro's trigger down and hosing them with fire.
She smiled.
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2010 10:58 am
When the bombs went off, there was no sun shining. The clouds of smoke, though not mushroom, lacked any kind of silver lining for the Drathonians whom were engulfed in the blasts. Many outright died, many were thrown about, and many scattered, wether under their own power or compelled by the pressure wave caused by several localized antimatter explosions.
The hall itself, and the walls, the door jamb, everything turned into one large sphere, at the bottom of which was a brown muddy pulp of what used to be Drathonians. Bones and twisted bits of metal that used to be weapons stuck out from the shallow, grotesque pool.
The room, whose door had travaled a meter or two over, was soon exposed as angry lizards beat through the weakened walls, pointing weapons out at the terrans whom had assaulted them. Adrian's efforts were not in vain, as the first one to show up was quickly taken down by his short burst of fire; but more lizards were coming.
******
The exchange of fire grew intense as Kai gingerly rounded the corner a second time, his gun blazing as he fired covering fire to keep enemy heads down "Go Go Go!" he called to his team, ordering them to charge. the changed dynamic of the hallway made it possible to take cover on the wall opposite of their corner, and possibly throw another grenade or APE-7 into the barracks room and end the firefight sooner.
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:26 pm
Once all the other explosives had detonated, Lieutenant Hendlow came around the corner, BRO sputtering in one hand while the other hurled a pair of anti-matter charges toward the Drathonians' rear lines. He was aware his team was advancing and made sure to account for it in his throw.
His face was grimly set, both hands now gripping the gun in a manner that said I'd rather be breaking necks and snapping jaws. Instead, he kept to suppressive fire with the BRO, taking cover whenever the lizards realized he was back up.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 4:25 pm
Hendlow's Bombs worked to great effect, clearing the entrance to the barracks even more, and allowing the Squad to advance a bit more, this time making it all the way to the opening so they could fire in. Kai Dove across the gap, taking advantage of the dazed enemies to move to the other side of the wall, gaining another firing angle on the enemy.
"Keep your fire up! Don't stop shooting until they are all dead!" the Lieutenant ordered, firing at the enemy himself, his Sugar suddenly stopping its fire due to a dead battery. He dropped the old Battery and quickly switched one out from his belt, getting ready to fire again.
******
Now they could see within the barracks. It was a large room, maybe 20 meters long by ten meters wide, with racks of hammocks, most of which were either ripped and empty or just plain empty. The poles holding them up were now being used as cover by the Drathonians, as well as their boxes of personal belongings.
There appeared to be about ten conscious individuals actively fighting back against the Terran intruders. Most wore face masks but a few did not have any, and seemed to be doing a lot worse than the others. At the back of the room was an open door, where two Drathonians could be seen taking cover, and the Squad's HUD's highlighted an unseen third who seemed to be attempting to make a call.
******
The crumbling edges of the walls provided plenty of cover for the Squad, but limited the number of people whom could fire at once. The caved-in floor provided a small amount of Defilade that a couple people could take cover in, if they didn't mind getting in the pool of blood and gore.
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Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2010 10:16 pm
Cibo quickly leaped and rolled across the doorway to allow more people to come in and fill the shooting spaces. The Intelligence Officer stuck her Bro over the cover and blind fired at the general source of the red bolts, and quickly ducked down to asses the information Kai put up on her heads up display. She glanced at Killy who was taking cover in the crater, shoveling up the larger bits of gore and viscera to use as makeshift sandbags against the plasma bolts. 'He doesn't have a link with our Squad HUD, does he?' She screwed up her face and barked at him, "Killy, you idiot! Link up with our data network and kill that Drath on the comm!" The Ottyo perked up and inserted a booster canister into the Sugar before quickly popping out of cover and snapping off a shot with the anti-material mode; the lance of plasma sliced through cover, and blew off the red alien's head. A 5 inch wide hole left behind gave away the general location of the target. Enemy fire forced the Ottyo from rising again, vaporizing the makeshift cover he erected.
"You're very welcome Cibo." Killy replied. "Adrian! I marked the area; take the shot and kill the console!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 4:47 pm
Adrian calmly switched out his battery and switched his Sugar into sniper mode as Killy yelled his instructions. Taking a deep breathe the marine sniper visualized the hole the alien had made in front of the communications console. After hurriedly reviewing his memory the older soldier cracked a big smile.
Popping out of cover, Adrian had the console directly in his sights, but what else was their forced a stream of air through his clenched teeth, creating a hissing sound. Another Drathonian was already trying to access the network. Then, the marine realized he had the perfect angle of fire to do his job and one-up Killy in his field.
All of a sudden a much more savage smile than originally was on Adrian's face. Lining up his shot with expert precision while being threatened by enemy fire the sniper held his breathe – then fired. The high powered shot blasted through the terminal, destroying it, then continued upward, shearing through the face of the Drathonian who had been attempting to access the comm link.
Staying up to watch the enemy body topple to the floor, Adrian quickly realized the enemy fire was getting a little too intense. Ducking back behind cover he threw a grin at Killy, “I'm not too sure your ready to add 'Sniper' to your list yet!”
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 5:59 pm
Men can only spend so much time sitting around with each other comparing who is better. Also, in this case specifically, the Red Squadron could only spend so much time sitting around with Siberia quietly and contentedly watching them ramble on. It wasn't that their officer wasn't friendly he was just too silent, he never joined in on the conversations unless he was directly spoken to and even when that was done he would quickly drop out.
Yet, the distance that was between them and their officer wasn't the only reason Red Squadron's attention had begun to wander. Another group of pilots wasn't far off in the hangar and they had quite the tempting air about them. Because, while the gravel-like voice of your wingman was a great thing to hear when you needed to know who had your back it wasn't exactly what you wanted to wake up to in the morning. The other Squadron on the other hand was definitely not all male. Even though they all knew of what little success Ruze had had with the prestigious Green Squadron earlier they all knew they had to try – for the memory of their dead squad mate it was their duty to test the waters.
It was the ever persistent, and never successful, Germany who spearheaded the move. Poland rose and followed the sauntering pilot, knowing that if nothing happened it would at least be amusing to see Germany shot down again. And if things did go bad – well he was the squadron's Second and it was his job to straighten whoever started it, Red or Green, out. As if Poland's addition to the fledgling away group had signaled the “A-Okay” the others began to stand and join the precession.
And at the head of this precession was Germany. The pilot's long and lazy gait took him, somehow, quickly to the other Squadron's perimeter. He took long looks at each of the Squadron's Scimitars, and out of the corner of his eyes made much more intent observations of all of Green Squadron's female pilots. “Well, well – you seem to have quite the balanced squad here.” Germany stated to no one particular, but the leer on his face made it quite clear who he wanted his audience to be.
Poland came up behind his squad mate, he seemed almost regretful and tried to open his mouth to speak. A hand grabbed the Second's shoulder, and seeing that it was Siberia he closed his mouth. As he took a position in front of his squad Siberia gave Germany a long look, and then turned it on the other prospective troublemakers of his group.
The Red Squadron leader gave a curt nod to all of the gathered Green Squadron pilots, and after quickly passing his gaze by them all he turned his attention to Fred. Throwing the large man an informal and friendly salute, Siberia smiled. “Corporal Jan Denisov, Red Squadron Lead. As my man said you have quite a balanced Squadron; it's good to you.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 6:44 pm
Arcadia was hiding a smile behind her coffee mug; she'd been watching the Red Squadron on and off- had noticed some of them looking this way. When a couple of them sauntered over, she almost burst out laughing at the stern Corporal marching forward to intervene. So serious.
Thankfully she was skilled at hiding behind her smile behind a coffee mug and hand; it came from years of practice. When she finally lowered it, the smile had settled into something much quainter and friendly. After the briefest of thoughts, she answered, "Depends on how you mean."
Men could be so silly sometimes, they practically begged to be teased. Especially this Corporal Janisov fellow, carrying himself like a zombie made of stone. If theress emotion to be found there, it could only be negative, she remarked to herself.
Ruze made his way over just a few steps behind Red Leader, and stood with his arms crossed over his chest and an amused grin. I recognize this bunch... From the infirmary.
From behind Siberia, he gave a small wave to Arcadia.
The smile dropped from Arcadia's face, and almost became a frown- would have if not for all those years back home when the slightest change in expression could set off another intrusive inquiry. "Come back to flaunt some more, gentle Cossack?" The sarcasm was blatant, and Langdon expected some 'suave' retort, but only got a shrug from Uzbekistan.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 7:38 pm
Steven tucked his comm back in his pocket. With his conversation over the grounded pilot kind of just stood where he was as he realized he had nothing to do. With a shrug and a heavy sigh Steven resigned himself loitering in the hangar again. So with a definite slouch he shuffled off down the hall.
After a few minutes of walking he entered the hangar and looked around. The only thing he could really do was solicit Green Squadron for company. Even though his grounding was temporary he still felt out of place in the one place he was considered his stomping grounds.
“At least I pray that this is only temporary,” Steven said grimly to himself, “this might be the higher ups trying to rope me into a deck position.” As he got closer to Green Squadron's pit area he noticed a few faces he didn't recognize. He approached from behind so as to draw little attention, and sought out Fred.
“Morning Squad Leader,” Steven said as he walked up beside his old Irish friend, “what's with the fanfare?”
Fred was standing with his arms crossed and was silently watching as Red Squadron tried to mingle with the Greens. He glanced over momentarily as Steven arrived.
“First of all, it's Squad Leader pro temporem. You'll be back in charge soon enough,” he responded calmly. “Second, I guess the squatters got tired of their sausagefest and are now trying to mingle with some of our folk. Wanna place any bets on whose throat Arcadia cuts first?”
“Nah, she'll space 'em instead. You know, watch as their blood vessels rupture from the lack of equalizing pressure,” Steven said in an equally calm tone. “Think we should intervene, or warn them, or...something?”
“Pish, this is more interesting,” Fred mumbled as he took a swig of coffee.
“Sounds good to me,” Steven added. The two veteran pilots then proceeded to watch the procession like a sports game.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:25 pm
Seeing no objection to his squad's presence Siberia turned and nodded to them, releasing them to do as they chose as long as they didn't bring trouble to the Squadron itself. Hearing the Irish pilot, apparently the second in command not the actual Lead, use the words “squatters” and even “sausagefest” Jan was slightly irritated. The look one of the Green Pilots had given him as he introduced himself had also ruffled the Corporal's feathers; as she had obviously given him about as much respect as one would a rock and then dismissed him.
Siberia shook his head minutely, his goal was not to start an inter-squadron feud. Turning back to his men casually he cleared his throat to get their attention. “I know you all have your flasks on you.” The Lead chuckled as Czech opened his mouth to protest. “ - Czech I said I know you have them on you. Now to cut this short, drinking is allowed.” Siberia stopped as he was turning away speaking again. “Make sure our fellow squadron gets some drink too, they've been around long enough to have collected some dust.”
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Ukraine wasn't exactly sure what was going on. One minute they had been by their scimitars boasting and inventing tall tails while try to out do each other and then they had all migrated over to the Hymn's Green Squadron.
But, then again seeing some women, even if some of them looked as if they would gut him if he even talked to them, wasn't a bad thing. And, as Romania passed him a bottle, not even a flask a whole bottle – god knows where he hid it, he took a swig and find it wasn't bad at all.
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Germany, on the other hand, had no questions about whether or not this meeting was a good idea. Seeing Ruze not rise to Arcadia's challenge the pilot walked up to her and offered his flask. With what could only be called an attempt at a roguish smile on his face and a suggestive wag of his eyebrows the large man tried to gain her attention. “Hey, you look like you could use this drink.” Germany once again raised the flask in offering. “How 'bout we down this and then go knock off some of that “dust” of yours.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:49 pm
Steven noted the contemptuous look on Siberia's face and felt a slight pang of guilt. He gave a quick glance over towards Fred, and Fred returned the look. They were both thinking the same thing.
“Excuse me!” Steven called as he jogged the short distance that separated him and the leader of Red Squadron, Fred followed after him. “Excuse me, Corporal. That probably wasn't the best formal introduction ever, let's try that again. I am Captain Steven Kerning, and this is my second in command Corporal Fred Haverthorn. Pleasure to meet ya.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 8:59 pm
Ruze began to reach out toward Germany, hesitated, and decided to just watch rather than warn his squadmate. At the very least, it could be interesting.
Oh, she had a smile that most could only describe as devilish as she gracefully reached down from the nose of her ship and plucked the flask from the Red pilot. Her gaze was on Corporal Janisov. "Very gracious of you, sir." As she drank a few sips, her gaze drifted back to Germany. "I'm a pilot, not an antique," came her quiet response... it was the tone of voice of some beast about to pounce.
Perhaps to encourage that belief, she slid from the nose and landed beside Red Germany. She emptied the flask, despite the burn it had on her throat, and smiled again, pushing the now empty flask into Germany's chest. "And thanks for the drink." She took a step closer, less than a foot away now. "But I don't know who the hell you're trying to impress, calling nubile young women dusty." She shoved herself away from him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 9:01 pm
All of a sudden-like, an old man in a lab coat came sort of hobbling into the hangar, a cane in his right hand. Slowly, he made his way, hunched slightly over, towards the group of pilots. he paused, and simply watched them, acting as if he either wasn't really there, or as if he had always been there. it was hard to tell which, but those who had been faced the wrong direction would think he appeared out of nowhere when they saw him.
******
Emma remained hidden behind her Scimitar, chatting with a young technician whom had been helping her with some thruster problems she had been having with the fighter. After having been rebuilt so many times, it seemed the craft was just about on its last legs.
Emma didn't want to give up the Phantom, as it had served her well since she joined the squadron, but the A type scimitar was outdated, and they were starting to run low on the parts specific to it, the B and C models having become the standard by now.
Still, she wasn't too worried about that. This young man was quite the lively chatter, and had been causing her to giggle on and off with some of the Technician jokes that he was telling. In truth, the man was glad he'd found a girl who understood them AND would put up with his telling of them.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:05 pm
Germany stepped back from the push, graciously accepting his defeat and walking back to Ruze, thirsty for another drink. “Ha! I can't see why you didn't move in Ruze, I would think that was a challenge just roaring for you.” Looking around the rest of the squad enjoying their drink, Germany licked his lips. “You wouldn't happen to have a flask I could have on you, would you Ruze?”
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Siberia offered his hand in greeting. “Captain, Corporal. It is good to meet you. You have a fine squad sir, we saw some of their fighting out there.” The Red Lead was less annoyed now, a reserved and polite smile on his face.
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Albania and Hungary heard voices from the other side of one of the Scimitars. Turning the corner Albania saw one of the Green's pilots speaking with a mechanic, listening happily to some inane chatter of the grease monkey's.
The gaunt pilot rapped his knuckles on the Phantom's hull, trying to get the pair's attention. “Oi! Mechanic can't you see us pilots are having a little “meeting” your keeping her from some important stuff.” Albania had a sick smile on his face as he leered at Emma, trying to remember the last time he had a woman, and watched the grease monkey for any sign of a fight.
Then, he heard the heavy step of his extremely large wingman. Red Hungary, or Pot Belly as the squad had christened him, was the largest man in the Squadron. As he turned the corner after Albania he stumbled, his face already scarlet from emptying multiple flasks. The large man furrowed his brow as he took in the scene before him, then his face slackened and he grinned.
“Albania! What have you found here?” As the big pilot shouted cheerfully Albania grinned slyly. It's a damn good thing he's already smashed, the gaunt Red thought as he dismissed his partner and turned his attention back to the young Green pilot.
And that was why he never saw Hungary's punch coming.
Pot Belly's fist crunched into Albania face, crashing into his nose and sending the smaller man tumbling to the ground. Hungary crouched by his wingman, pulling out his second flask again, keeping both hands occupied. “Siberia told you to watch yourself wretch.” He spat, looking down at his unconscious, and bloodied, squad mate the big pilot shook his head. Then, stretching back out to his full height he gave Emma and the mechanic a sincere smile. “Do feel free to join the party.” Gesturing with his head to Albania his smile just got even wider. “He's not getting up for a while.”
Whistling, Hungary turned back the way he had come to join what he considered his true squad mates, for no matter how long Albania and him had flown wing with each other he was really nothing more than the man's Warden. The big man sighed, first he would need to report what happened to Siberia.
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Posted: Fri Apr 30, 2010 10:23 pm
Ruze offered Germany a drink and advice. "Oh, I'm making my move. Women like that take time 'n patience, and it's always worth the effort. Rough at first, but give 'er some time, she'll ease up. Right now I'm just taking my time getting over that first hump. Let me show you."
He strode toward Pilot Langdon with a congenial smile. She didn't see him coming as she was busy hoisting herself back up onto the Scimitar; she was thinking she might be able to do a bit of maintenance work- you know, make the men drool a little more. Unfortunately for her- and fortunately for Dilshod- the alcohol was starting to hit, and as she went up the first step, lost her balance. She stumbled back and probably would have landed on her a** if Ruze hadn't been there to catch her.
"Woah, Miss Langdon. Careful now. You just emptied a fifth of home-brewed vodka in a few seconds. You should probably take it easy." When she was on her own two feet, he let go.
Despite already having been released, Arcadia glared over her shoulder and shrugged in her uniform, a movement that would have been off-putting if Ruze's hands were still on her. Her cheeks were a faint pink from the irritation and alcohol. "I don't need assistance from you, sir[," was her answer, slurring that last word sarcastically. Then she climbed back onto Stygian Retribute- without problem this time. Ruze didn't pursue her, but returned to Germany's side, where she imagined they exchanged high-fives and kudos.
All Ruze exchanged with Germany, though, was a look, a nod, and a few words. "See? In time, she'll relax."
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