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Post by UmbraSight » Tue May 05, 2020 7:14 pm

Gunfire. Kit leaned back as she caught the flash of the shapes vanishing down the hallway. Not human by the looks of things, and for the moment the question of their allegiance seemed mightily unimportant. By the sound of things the crew had combat training, but how many engineers and flyboys were used to getting slugs flying their way? Hell’ve a way to get a crash course.

A slanted grin curved her lip as Kit accepted the offered gun. Not a bad balance, for a piece of Republian machinery. Kit drew the slide back to chamber a round before flicking the safety with her thumb. “You’re a man after my own heart, Sarge.” She said with a wink. Her expression flicked to serious as she looked back to Roy and the good doctor.

“If the big guy didn’t get his bell rung I’d say to split up. As is, I’d reckon two of us should clear a path down to the armory for the good Doc and Roy.” She peaked past the door again, sounds being what they were the Republians were putting up a good fight. “We can roll out a warm welcome to our new friends after that.”

Better to head for the bridge or the hanger once they picked up their equipment?

Something they’d likely get a better feel for once they were on the move, for now the objective was fairly straight forward.

“Well, ladies first.” Kit said, raising her gun as she slipped through the door.
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Post by illirica » Thu May 07, 2020 2:13 am

So, the armory it was. It wouldn't have been Alia's preference, but she was a doctor, not a tactician. Even so, she was worried about the silence from the bridge - if people were injured up there, time could be critical.

And if they didn't take their time, even more people could be injured. That was why they had experienced people to make these calls. Alia just had to do her best once they got there, and be quietly relieved that she wasn't the one who had to make the call. She tended to have plenty of her own stressful decisions to make, usually about people who were bleeding out. Let someone else figure out how to get her to them.

The armory would have medical supplies, as well. She could grab a kit, get some disinfectant and a real bandage on Roy at the very least. She stayed near him as they started moving, prepared to catch him and make sure he didn't hit his head again if he fell over. If this had been a hospital, she'd have had him lying down - but it wasn't a hospital, it was a spaceship under fire.

This sort of situation was what Alia lived for. The rush of adrenaline, the high stakes, the uncertainty. She'd chosen to be a field medic to help people who might not otherwise be able to get to help - but she enjoyed the job because it was a thrill. There might have been some who called that unhealthy, but they were never the ones who needed her help. She had her orders and her team, and her team needed their doctor.

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Post by AnonymousGhost » Fri May 08, 2020 1:19 am

With the opening Roy so graciously provided, Revelation was easily able to slip into the hallway behind Kit. Just before stepping wholly out of the kitchen she glanced back at the remainder team gathered behind her. She frowned behind her mask, worry lines creasing her brow. But worrying about her teammates wasn’t her job right now—it was the doctor’s. Revelation's job was assisting the team to the armory, alive and intact.

Turning back around, she put her head on a swivel and peered down the hallway first to her left, then to her right. She looked to the minimized square of Flashpoint’s live footage in case any hints as to the sudden string of mishaps were hidden in the hangar. As she scanned both that and her personal surroundings, her finger poised restlessly on her star pistol’s trigger. She felt the telltale gut-twisting sensation of excitement that came with the start of a mission. She absentmindedly wondered if she’d get the opportunity to use her sun grenades. Or garrote. Or kusarigama. Oh, how she’d love to use the blood bomb pills on an unsuspecting victim! If only…

Returning her attention to the task at hand, she raised her visor to the bridge of her nose, produced what appeared to be a brownie bite (although the smell wasn't quite right) dipped in some kind of red syrup-like substance, and popped the sweet into her mouth. Ah yes, no better way to start a mission than hopped up on sugar! She followed Kit’s direction, falling into formation at her side.
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Post by kotetsu » Thu May 14, 2020 5:00 am

Roy was half convinced the glare he imagined on the doctors face would be shooting lasers at him if he tried anything else, so he’d play along and follow orders for now. However he couldn’t help but chuckle a little under his breath as the doctor applied her improvised treatment, not the deep kind that came all the way from your gut, but enough to possibly annoy her a little bit. It wasn’t necessarily intentional, more on the level of the smirk he saw coming from James as he watched the whole thing play out. He’d have to get him back in some small way for that look if both of them survived through this.

What really didn’t help was position they found themselves in pushing forward. His remaining two team mates other than the captain taking the lead didn’t do much for his pride. Not much could be done about it though. Narrow hallways and enemies with firearms didn’t present many opportunities for those who chose to avoid them, let alone those who were also injured.

As those with actual military experience took formation it was all he could do to just fall in line. However there was one thing he wouldn’t let stand. He’d express that to the doctor as they proceeded through the door.

“I’m following along for now, but if it comes down to it, just get behind me okay?” he seemed to breath heavily as he spoke. He put everything he had into not showing signs that he was hurting.
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Post by BanefulMelody » Sun May 24, 2020 8:24 pm

It took all of her processes to prevent her hands from shaking. Odd, that she could tremble - she didn't think it possible. Some conflict of interest, dissonant commands. Maybe she was still trying to hold to directive, even after she'd been given permission, and was consciously overriding the servos in her hand with every movement. That would explain the way her fingers seemed to lock, the way they oscillated back and forth the moment she broke near-absolute concentration. Thankfully, she did manage to keep her hands steady - and with delicate precision, she inserted the needle, suturing the wound shut.

|| I'm sorry.

She saw the pain on Mr. Cross' face as she stuck through his skin again and again. She was causing this. This was her fault - the only thought, countermand, was that not doing it would just hurt him more.

|| Improper protocol. Improper protocol. Authorization for this action has not been verified. Improper protocol. Improper -

Looping the thread through itself, she tied the suture shut - she was just stitching. Stitching a line. No human involved, no pain involved. Emulating a shuddering breath, she cut the thread, moving to drop the needle in the trash. Her processes wandered, then - a few straying outside, wondering if the newcomer had found his way to the medbay just yet.

He was already there.

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The door to the medbay opened. Aurora stared up at the newcomer, a warm smile on her face - sharply contrasted by the blood still soaking both of her hands.

|| Engage with hospitality. Registering new entry in personnel database, subset visitor.

"Please come inside, and hurry," she said cheerfully, trying to usher the man inside without touching him. "There is a site-wide lockdown in action, and it is in our best interests if we stay together for safety."

Glancing into the hallway, her welcoming demeanor faded for a moment, eyes scanning for any sign of danger. Nothing. Still, she closed the door once more, locking it from the other side, before heading to the sink to finish rinsing off her hands.

|| Awaiting further fields for registration. Query visitor name, affiliation. Query threat potential.

"Miss Katsopolis, Mr. Cross. This man is a visitor to our station - he responded to our distress signal. Sir - what is your name and affiliation, and do you have any weapons? If so, please allow me to document them." Aurora dried off her hands, then turned to the newcomer, holding them both out towards him expectantly.

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Post by Poetic Ghost » Wed May 27, 2020 9:17 am

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As the team piled out one-by-one into the corridor, the sounds of combat became amplified in the hallway. It appeared to come from both ends of the hall, although it was hard to discern where the fighting seemed the thickest.

Akari drew a combat knife from his boot and held it in a stable CQC stance. "Lieutenant's got the right idea, let's grab our gear and start cracking skulls." He fell in with the group and watched the rear as they made their way to the armory.

James was both anxious and excited for what was happening. Their ship was under attack, the crew were fighting hard against an unknown opponent, one of his squad-mates had just dented his head in, and they most definitely were outgunned at the present moment.

But goddamn was he missing a good fight.

He could see it in the team as well, they all looked ready and comfortable in the moment. Kitt seemed in her element, looking damn fine toting his service pistol as she took point, and that look in her eye, the confidence of a soldier, it was exciting.

Revelation was following suit, looking happy as she could be after popping a... blood brownie? He couldn't exactly tell but she seemed excited to cut down whatever they were going to face, and that was always good. The girl was a spitfire.

Roy was looking a bit unsteady. If he wasn't hurting before, he sure as hell was now. James could only respect the guy who'd busted them out of the mess hall, taken a hit to the head, and still had the guts to walk into enemy gunfire with his squad (one of which he didn't seem exactly overjoyed to be a part of, being forced to cooperate and all.) He wondered what Roy drank, he'd need to buy him a round or two once this was all said and done.

Alia looked collected and cool, but James had read her psyche file, he knew that she lived for this. The action, the rush, one could only love it to stay in this line of work. She must have had a lot to be thinking about, with Roy wounded and who knew who else on the ship, but she seemed to be handling herself well, as he always knew she would.

As they neared the armory, the sound of combat echoed from just around the corner. A pair of marines stood at the corner with their weapons drawn. The trooper with the shotgun was firing blasts of pellets down the hall, covering her comrade with the machine gun as he tried to pile up sandbags to construct some form of barricade leading to the hangar.

On the left of the group was the armory. A couple marines were still scrambling for their equipment as weapons as the group entered, shakily trying to buckle their combat plating or prepare a rifle they had no intention of using before less than an hour ago.

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The lockers of Akari's team were untouched, all belonging were safely within as the team came inside and grabbed their equipment, as well as a wealthy supply of ammo for those who needed it. The armory had all the team needed and more, except for time. "Alright squad, gear up. The sooner we're operational the sooner we get to mop this all up."

Game time.

(Alright squad, sorry for the delay on the post, but here it is. You have full access to your equipment now, medical supplies, spare weapons, extra explosives... we've got a bit of combat coming up, it should be pretty brief for the most part, nothing too painful. With that out of the way, let's see where this goes!)

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Leon let out a long sigh of relief as Aurora's hands left his wound and the flesh had been pulled back together by stitching thread. He looked down again at where he'd been wounded. It was a nasty gouge into his skin, not symmetrical, straight and clean like the scars left by the augmentations. A force of nature had torn into him, not surgical tools and machines. Lightly his fingers traced the long scar crossed his waist and made a sharp ninety degree angle to continue along his abdomen, it was mirrored on the other side of his navel. If he imagined hard enough he could still feel the instruments and implants.

It all felt like a bad dream, or another life maybe.

After a moment, Leon pulled his hand away and pushed himself up off the floor and onto shaky legs. He was still bare from the waist up, save for the bandages now wrapped around his abdomen and bicep. As he stood up to his full height, one could see the truth of his physicality.

He was very well-built, broad-shouldered and athletic, toned and developed with the sign of both years of physical training regime as well as augmentation. Surgical scars decorated his torso, like pathways and rails across his skin, faded with time. Leon shivered, the medlab's air was chilled, near icy. He peeled his blood soaked shirt off the floor, it was little more than a used rag at this point. "I hope they've got something else around here, it's a getting a little cold in here..." Leon said to no one really in particular, although he hoped one of the two others would direct him to the nearest parka dispensary

"Um, Miss..." Leon began to say as the medlab doors opened and Aurora quickly ushered in... someone. Another android? No, he looked too dirty to be from the facility. A visitor to the station Aurora had called him, Leon cocked an eyebrow at the newcomer.

"Hey, thanks for showing up. It was starting to get lonely in here." Leon said.

Estelle was a bit more... concerned. She gave a brief wave, and took a few steps back as Aurora welcomed the man inside. "Hi..." she said quietly before she slowly began to step back. Her eyes were fixed on the air vent cover on the wall across from her. It had been broken inward, left bloodied and dented. "I don't know if we should be here anymore."
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Post by illirica » Fri May 29, 2020 9:45 pm

By some trait of providence, they managed to make it to their destination both without being shot and without shooting anyone else. Alia had had some definite concerns about the second half of that equation. And as much as she would have liked to believe that things were going to be all rainbows and sunshine from here on out, the truth was that even if they hadn’t shot anyone yet, the very relevant part of that sentence was the word yet.

She didn’t waste time before moving to get her equipment. Alia was a doctor, and if anyone knew how critical time could be, it was her. She was still worried about potential patients on the bridge - even the limited time it had taken to stop by the armory meant seconds spend bleeding or convulsing or not breathing. In medicine, seconds could be a very literal lifetime.

Alia shouldered a pack with her portable gear, already carefully packed. She always made sure it was stocked and everything within was in good repair, because there wasn’t always time to worry about what to bring when it was time to go. In addition to that, she grabbed a few extra real bandages and some antibiotic gel and wound sealant spray, moving over to Roy with a firmly professional “Hold still for a minute.”

Her dishtowel adaptation might have been enough to staunch the blood flow and get him here, but she wanted the wound disinfected, sealed, and properly covered before they headed out into a firefight and he got who-knew-what inside there. Contamination and infection were real threats, not to mention any pathogens anyone else might be carried if he happened to get someone else’s blood in an open wound.

Whatever happened out there, Alia didn’t make the mistake of thinking it was going to be pretty.
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Post by AnonymousGhost » Tue Jun 02, 2020 11:17 pm

Revelation leisurely opened her designated locker, as if gunfire wasn't currently echoing down every nearby hallway, and began to pick out the items and attach them to her person. A menagerie of murder weapons and accessories adorned the inside of the locker, a vast majority of which were filed to a glinting sharp point. There were the standard blunt force options too, of course--a pair of brass knuckles, a metal pole that could be folded into itself enough to be easily stashed in a pocket. Which she did, in one of the pockets of a utility belt she slung loosely around her waist, sliding her fingers along its length as she double-checked its contents. One of the items began to hum what might've been a lullaby, but Revelation hastily shushed it before any definitive tune could be discerned.

A glossy black assault rifle was next, which she wore low and horizontally. Then she clipped on a bracelet that housed the spool of a garrote. Lastly, she threw on an old, brown leather bomber jacket. The once-white shearling wool on the collar had grown questionably discolored with age. A few spots looked suspiciously like dried blood. A circular patch, about ready to give up the ghost itself due to wear and tear, depicted an old Earth space shuttle with the word "Challenger" beneath it. Revelation didn't know the meaning behind its importance, but her human father had treated the jacket and its patch with nothing short of reverence so she'd do the same (it was probably a relic from his career and love of space exploration--he'd never gotten around to telling her about this "Challenger" thing). And what better way to show reverence than to bring it into battle with her?

As per habit, once she'd equipped everything, Revelation tapped her pockets and other miscellaneous storage compartments one more time. Just to be sure. That's when she remembered the berserker pills; they were handy little enhancers that temporarily but greatly increased the user's strength and speed while also dulling the pain receptors. She didn't care to use them much herself (partially because they were a product of the Malum and partially because sometimes it was pertinent to feel pain in combat), but they seemed like they could be a helpful tool for the team.

But would the team agree? Would they think it's weird? Revelation debated with herself, one of the little red pills in hand. I don't really know them. Maybe they'd think it's insulting. What if one of them is one of those pure, all-natural, my-body-is-a-temple type people? What if they think I'm trying to poison them?

...I can't really blame them for that last one. That's totally something I would do under other circumstances.

Not for the first time, Revelation heaved an exasperated sigh. Exasperation with herself. With her indecision. With her inability to immediately and completely understand people within five minutes of meeting them. But not exasperation with the situation. Gunfire? Hostiles? Unknown territory? A very large probability of a gruesome death? Those were fine.

She glanced around at her teammates as they rifled through their lockers as well. The Eless had begun tending to Roy's injury with some real medical equipment. They hadn't even gone into battle yet--the real injuries were yet to come--but Revelation still felt a twinge of relief. If they were going to survive this, they needed to be at their best.
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Post by Vladmirk » Wed Jun 03, 2020 5:00 am

A young man was lounging in his self-made AMP. Surprisingly, it didn't look like a patchwork mess of scrapped metals and mech parts. But then again, this was Galen's life work. Continually modifying and replacing the existing parts to fit his style. Not to mention the money he made on the way. Most of which goes directly to his mech. It was impressive for someone who couldn't remember what they had for lunch five minutes prior and is incapable of a proper social life. Which explains why Galen didn't join his crew for breakfast (And now that's what you call a segue).

Instead, Galen was reading. Some rare book he picked up that documented and described military weaponry from a bygone era. The idea of a vehicle being built around a weapon fascinated the militant boy genius. Especially one that could fire damn near 4,000 rounds per minute. The GAU-8 Avenger, the weapon was called. As satisfying as the bvvt of the autocannon would sound, it is ultimately too loud and unwieldy. Not that his PA-MR cannon was any better as far as manageability is concerned. Boasting a fire rate of 15 rounds per minute. For a three round volley, it takes 12 seconds to power the damn thing. No one could argue with the results though. Firing superheated plasma that can melt through most metals, at least when given enough time. After that, it's just a matter of time, a battle of attrition.

Galen's thoughts continued to ramble on about his mech and it's weaponry. Well, until gravity decided to shut off, and the thick metal ceiling crossed his mind. Or more accurately, slammed into his face before he fell back down on the bed. To say Galen was still conscious would be stretching it. Between the disorienting feeling and the blood pouring out of his nose, not to mention the concussion he most definitely had, Galen couldn't process what was going on. Unlike Roy, who seemed to be like nature's answer to a tank, Galen does not have the same extremely high pain tolerance nor the ability to carry on through a vicious head injury. In other words, his brain-to-skull ratio was significantly higher than Roy's.

If there was a single saving grace in this scenario, it would be that the screaming sirens and flashing lights weren't as effective in his AMP. Leaving it would be an awful treatment for his concussed brain. If that was even possible, that is. It would remain to be seen if Galen would be capable of leaving his AMP to support the team. Wait? Support? Definitely the wrong word here. I'll get back to you on that one.
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Post by UmbraSight » Tue Jun 09, 2020 11:08 am

It was a touch disappointing that they reached the armory without hitting any trouble, but with the big guy leaking blood perhaps it was for the best. Kit slid her borrowed sidearm into a holster on her thigh as she crossed the armory.

“Shape up, you don’t want to have the flyboys see you shake.” Kit said as she stepped past a pair of marines hurriedly trying to equip themselves. She flipped open her weapon’s locker and quickly went about arming herself. She drew her rifle out first, it wasn’t likely to be of much use in the close confines of this ship, but it seemed likely they would go for landfall once they took back the bridge. With a flick of a lock and a tap of a palm of her hand the rifle collapsed into itself and she slipped the rifle into a holster on her back.

There wasn’t much time to be picking or choosing, Kit scooped up one of her ready bags of demolition supplies and slipped it over her shoulder. Hopefully she wouldn’t need to really set the ship on fire, but if she really needed to, the option was there, which was nice.

Finally she drew out her uzi, the weapon humming to life as she flipped the shoulder stock out and locked it into place. Using her elbow Kit knocked the locker closed before she crossed over to a collection of ammunition types and scooped up what she needed. She slapped a plasma pack into place, drew back a charging bolt, and felt the spreading heat as the weapon primed itself.

“Everyone ready?” She called, thumbing the safety of her weapon and resting her index finger on the trigger guard.
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