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Hungary made sure both of his flask were tucked away and out of sight before approaching Siberia. As he came to stand behind the Red Leader he clasped his hands behind his back, hiding his blood stained right fist from view. Ready to give his news the large bellied pilot cleared his throat.
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Siberia had been enjoying the prospect of having a good conversation with a fellow Squadron leader and his Second, but as he heard the sound of someone large walking behind him accompanied by the gravelly cough that only Hungary could produce he wasn't quite sure that was going to happen. “Excuse me a second Captain.” He told Steven and then turned to his subordinate. The Red Leader tried not to expect the worst as he spoke to the pilot. “Yes Hungary?”
“I got something you need to know about Albania.” The large pilot stopped as Siberia's eyes turned hard and a frown bloomed on his superior's face. “He's unconscious.”
“And why is that Private?” Jan's voice had turned rough.
Hungary gestured back towards the Phantom. “Albania heard some voices from back behind there and went to check it out. I followed him, as it is my job, and he seemed to have taken interest in the rather young pilot that was back working with a mechanic on the Scimie. He didn't actually do anything, but – well he had that look in his eyes, so I enforced a nap upon him.” As he had finished up speaking Hungary had pulled his hands from behind his back to gesture and the blood on his right fist was clear for Siberia, Steven and Fred to see.
The Red Leader paused to look at the blood for a second and then ran his hand down his face. When he spoke his voice had a tone of disbelief to it. “So, your telling me that not only did Albania cause trouble for us and the Squadron we are trying to form friendly relations with, but also the a member of the maintenance crews?”
“Yes Sir.” Hungary responded.
At loss for words Siberia turned back towards the two Green Squadron pilots. “I assume you heard all of that?” The red Corporal continued, not waiting for a response. “We'll need to talk to all three of them – you hear that Private, that means don't leave just yet – and Albania when he wakes. Do either of you have any questions for Hungary before we call the other two up?”

The work here was all but done, and now Garrett added the coup de grace: a final APE-07 toward that console that did who knew what... probably something bad. It was best to make sure there was nothing left. "Grenade!" he called before shuffling away from the doorway. The rest of this was grunt work, and they were the grunts- not he.

The sound of Siberia's voice was something both Germany and Uzbekistan were keen to pick up; when he began speaking in his (more) serious tone with Hungary, they both keyed in and approached with curiosity. "What's going on, Sibe?" Ruze inquired, his gaze shifting amongst the four of them in search of silent answers. All he gleaned from this method of interrogation was that it wasn't very good news, although the Green Lead seemed to be amused.

At the whistle, Arcadia cocked her head, scrutinizing the source. She had no desire to go over there- Germany and Uzbekistan were there, and she hadn't the slightest iota of willpower to bring herself closer than 10 feet to them- so she slid down to sit on the nose of her ship and listened intently from there. There was still a pink tinge to her face that could have made the curious expression on her face seem rather comical or dim-witted, depending on personal evaluation.

Steven grimaced a bit as Emma arrived and stood at attention. He never got used to people standing at attention, or saluting him. “At ease,” he said promptly while giving a dismissive wave of his hand.
“I understand that there was a slight...disturbance a minute ago. You guys aren't in trouble, it is just that either Corporal Jan or myself is going to end up having to fill out some paperwork on account of the unconscious and bleeding pilot over there,” Steven said with a quick gesture over towards Albania, “so we just want to double check on the story we have already heard.”
“Corporal, it is your guy who is out cold, go ahead and ask what you will,” Steven said as he looked over towards Siberia.

When the Lieutenant gave Cibo her orders, she grumbled, but stayed true to the orders. "C'mon you big lump. I'll need your help." The squad was at the top of a 'T' intersection, the upper right to be specific. To their left was the unknown, and the area forward of them looked all clear for now. Cibo silently sneaked up to the corner, and pulled a small snake probe out of a pocket on her lightly plated body suit. The probe's head slithered around the corner, and Cibo announced what she saw. In classical Cibo fashion, she didn't like it. "s**t..." The Intelligence Agent cued her comm, "I see the armory, it's swarming with those things. I count eight outside with lots of supplies. Probably more inside." Cibo glanced away from her HUD and towards the rest of the Terrans, and was irked when she saw the Ottyo waving to Sehene, Ken and some of the others.

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"Get those munitions packed and out now!" it growled. "We have those shell covered Rodents to fry, and after that, the Demons above. Faster!" the leader kicked the other Drathonian out as just as he was carrying the flammable little creatures.

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"Lieutenant, a ninth one and a box of bouncers. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" A little bit of her annoyance leaked over the channel and turned into twisted mischief.

“Got yah Sir, no fireworks.” Adrian responded as Kai instructed the Squad not blow anything up. Rolling his shoulders the sniper waited for the other team to initiate the attack. As his body loosened up the old marine felt a rueful smile spread across his face, it had been too long since he had any proper work.
The sharp crack of weapons fire dissolved his smile, getting on the com-channel Adrian spoke softly. “Moving up to support Sir.” Already moving before the last word left his mouth the Sniper slide around the corner. Seeing the Drathonain with the box of “bouncer” he tried to take the explosives out of the equation.
His shot missed, the high powered beam missing the lizard by less than an inch. Swearing, the sniper wished he had switched back to semi-automatic. Quickly taking cover back around the corner Adrian looked towards the rest of his group.
“Move up now, despite that last shot I promise I won't shoot any of yah if you ran ahead of me.” Then, with a sheepish look on his face, the older marine coughed. “Of course, as long as your fine with that Lieutenant.”

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Siberia nodded as he listened to the mechanic. While the girl didn't seem to have any lasting effects from his subordinates – ahem – attentions, it was still a problem that needed to be dealt with. “Thank you.” The Red Leader told the young man as his story came to an end.
Turning to Steven, Siberia shook his head regretfully. “This was a mistake on my squad's end, but as ranking officer in this situation it is your right to pick a punishment, Captain.” Then glancing at Emma out of the corner of his eyes the look on the Corporal's face deepened into a scowl. “I would also personally like to ask for your aid in deciding my pilot's punishment – as right now I don't trust my temper – but if it would be inconvenient; well, Sir, your a squad leader too and as I'm sure you know you can't get that far without being able to take responsibility.”

'He missed.' was pretty much all Cibo could think as a living grenade bounced off the floor and exploded at the intersection. The surprised Drathonian was still slightly dazed from the anti-material blast, but it's companion acted first, quickly picking the Bouncers and tossing them at the Terrans. A piece of flaming phosphorus ridden intestine stuck to her thigh, and started to burn it's way into her thin armor. Without a word, the Intel Agent's knife flickered out of it's sheath and swept the incendiary mess onto the floor. "Great. Just great." her voice sarcastically sounded. "Now we're having exploding critters chucked at us! Does anyone have any bright ideas?" With the incendiaries being used, she couldn't do a thing.

As another Bouncer was thrown down the hallway and burst into flames, Killy leaned into the fire and gave off a long burst with his Sugar; the flames helped to conceal him, but as he pulled back, Cibo could see his suit was starting to crack at the more fleshy parts under the armored skeleton. "Yes. We wait and make sure they keep throwing those. Their masks are of inferior quality, and will most likely melt at this rate in about...five to ten minutes?" The Ottyo leaned his rifle out and blind fired. "Combat is often like this and not as fun when you're not in Combat Skin."

Cibo's eyes narrowed and gave him a look of pure venom.

when the sandfrogs were let loose, the Bouncers were halted, lest the jagged-jawed creatures be harmed. Plasma rifle fire still found its way down the hall, and ruth's group had to retreat so they could kill the sandfrogs without being exposed to enemy fire. "Listen to hendlow, kill those things quick!" Kai agreed, moving back and adjusting his aim at one of the creatures on the floor, firing at it and blasting it into a spray of charred flesh and guts. As he did so, a stray plasma bolt grazed his helmet, charring a line across the left side of his visor.

Hendlow found himself somewhat less lucky, a bolt grazing his leg and explosively removing the armor there.

Kendrick, however, was the very opposite of lucky. the timid medic had been hit by a bouncer and brought to the floor, where he was gruesomely riddled with plasma bolts, and his life put to an end.

Though delayed, one of the more dreaded orders was finally given as the last of the sandfrogs fell. "Advance now!" The Drathonians divided into two groups and begun to move on the embattled Terrans, the sandfrog bodies being kicked about like projectiles. Swords were drawn, and Drosses whined as what was left of the enemy rushed them.

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As Cibo popped out the spent battery and grasped at a new one for her BRO, Killy let loose a final long burst of blaster fire before his Sugar overheated. As she tried to jam the cell into the battery well, Cibo watched in fascination as the alien dropped the Terran made weapon and brought to bear his own in one swift movement. He lifted the rifle up and braced the back, catching the edge of a harsh Drathonian blade with the trigger guard.

"s**t!" For some reason, the battery wasn't sliding in properly. Her eyes wandered away from the action and fell on the culprit; the battery's top was damaged and refused to slide in. Her fingers grasped for another one. "s**t double s**t!"

Killy was being shoved right into her.