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North Bellsford, Super-Centre



Phillipe looked at the encroaching beasts with something approaching a mix of curiosity and contempt. "Sloppy work for a sloppy race..." He made sure he was close to the rappelling point. He carefully aimed along the nanorifles sights and set the control for a nanopacket estimated based on what he guessed the beasts massed. Sighting on the beast that howled he aimed for centre mass and fired. A hollow 'whom' sound as the weapon fired the jacketed nanites at their target.




East Bellsford, Red Line

Marcus cursed as one of his drones was taken out by the shot from nowhere. They were supposed to be stealthy, maybe the Chrysalid simply possessed good sensors. He didn't know and he didn't like the implications. Mostly, he couldn't get a 'rounded' picture of the beast. Instead now it was down there and they had to deal with it. Armoured up and ... beastly... with chinks in its armour.

"Fuck me..." Marcus whispered. "It'd take a lot to bring that beast down easy..." Instead he turned his 30.06 rifle on the beast, he wouldn't have time to get his sniper rifle out, but not centremass. Who knows how many rounds it'd take to put the beast out of commission.

No, as much as he hated cruelty, the trick was to disable the beast. And so he'd wait for the opportunity and fire on it's armpits and elbows to disable its upper limbs. Or even the back of the knee if it exposed itself that way. All he needed was someone to expose it...
 
Officer William McCormick
Super-Center

You’re here to shoot things. Your presence draws fire. Do not be near that child.

William tuned that mantra over and over as the team sped through the doomed cultural hub of Bellsford. He could smell the world around them burning to ash.

As the approached the repel system it became clear that they could descend two at a time but William thought it wise to clear wherever the repel would land them before sending down the admiral. Before any mention of this could be made however, a pack of ungodly creatures was upon them. William instantly drew his rifle on the first target available that did not cross paths with his comrades. He floated his scope for a half breath before squeezing off two consecutive rounds at the beast’s zone of head and chest. Should his target be subdued, he would move to partial cover before engaging the other monstrosities in similar fashion.
 
Laura Shima - Red Line

The beast was massive. Laura didn't know if how sentient it was, or if it was a simple-minded animal, but it wouldn't require much brain power for it to tear her apart with muscles like that. She quickly fired off two shots at the thing in a panic, hoping luck would bring it down before it came down upon her. Even if it was brought down, the invisible Chrysalids could melt her with plasma at any moment.

With the taste of bile in her throat, Laura forced herself to stop for a second and think. Some of her allies, Kephart especially, had heavier armaments far more suited to deal with the monster. Her bullets would do little. Instead, she began watching the area around the beast for any hint of the stealthed enemies - a nearly impossible task considering the dust eddies that were being thrown around by passing bullets - and sending sounding shots to either side of the beast in case she got lucky.
 
Libero
Location- North Bellsford Super-Centre, Level 8
The civilians seemed resolute. No one expected them to accompany the military group, and Libero wondered whether these soldiers even wanted their company. It seemed as though the 'war is sacrifice' mentality had set in already, and the option of using these innocent civilians as a distraction was more appealing to them than saving their lives. It would have infuriated Libero had the civilians not been so accepting of their fate, so willing to die for the cause. Now, it simply broke his heart. He looked to each of them, stared them in the eyes, and promised to himself that he would remember these faces. The faces of the dead who chose their final moments, who stood before certain death and did not run. They were heroes, and would not be forgotten. In this moment, Libero wished more than anything that he have enough time to learn who they were in normal circumstances, or at least their names.

As he prepared to leave the heroic civilians behind, Libero was shocked to see a single girl brought forward, a child. She walked right up to him, the strange robot that pleaded with the humans to come with him, and said "My grandparents told me to go with you." In a moment, the robot with no ties to this colony or anyone within it had been given the great responsibility of having a child under his protection. He was stunned into silence.

In that silence, Morgan stepped in. "Stay in the middle with us and move fast, okay?" The child nods quickly. "What's your name?" Morgan asks gently, trying to keep the child calm.

"Bao."

Morgan nods, a faint smile on her face. "A good name. Now, stay in the middle, and keep your head down Bao."

Walking with the girl to the middle of the group, Libero looked to Bao and said "Your grandparents are very brave, and so are you." He offered his hand. "Here, I will protect you."

"T-Thank you." Bao said simply. She seemed rather confused and somewhat intimidated by the situation, but not uncomfortable around the android as she takes his hand gently.

The group moved on, leaving the girl's family and the rest of the civilians behind. Libero found it easy to keep calm, but was worried that Bao's inner strength would be tested in the coming moments. After a minute or so, the sounds of battle reached the group, human guns and strange alien tech reminding them that death was on their trail. Finally the food court came into view. They passed it easily, finding the rappel system. It had no power, and only two could manually use it at a time in its current state. With the enemy behind them, the group would need to be careful about their selection of who goes down first.

Suddenly, beasts were entering the food court. They weren't soldiers armed with impossible-to-match tech, they were large dog-like creatures without skin, likely stuck in a pain-inducing state by their masters on purpose. They wouldn't fear a non-lethal attack, and were always filled with a terrifying fury. Libero would appreciate the logic of it had he not been too disgusted by the inhumane nature of the tortured beasts.

Libero ran to the nearest shop counter, bringing Bao with him. "Hide in here, Bao. I will protect you." Letting go of her hand, Libero released his Martellos, and began the quick process of switching the dull ends of them with his pointed-end attachments. If any beast tried getting at him or Bao, Libero would aim straight for the eyes.
 
Ariel Abraham - North Bellsford, Zinc Road

Ariel let out a breath, staying behind cover, as the situation escalated. Fighting against invisible enemies wasn’t very ideal so she was grateful towards Nikolai. He seemed prepared, perhaps too much so, with his smoke grenades and LMG. Ariel wondered what else he had in his arsenal, but it was probably best if she didn’t know. Watching as Leonie chucked one of her own grenades, and then aimed her rifle, after a few seconds Ariel would rise up as well with the intent of sending her psionic volleys forth at the first pink fucker in her sights. Her hope was to hit one and leave an opening for Leonie – or rather, anyone – to get the kill. At the very least knock one out to then get some information out of them later if possible. Though whether her attempt would succeed or not, and she didn’t end up like a doughnut due to her ephemeral time out of cover, she wouldn’t hesitate to duck back into cover to then begin building up more psionic volleys.

Ariel shoots psionic volleys at an enemy before ducking for cover to then build more psionic volleys.
  • Psionic Inundation: Ariel is able to project harmful psionic volleys at a target rendering them unconscious, although stronger minds may be harder to take down. If she pushes herself she could place weaker minds in a vegetative state. Certain targets may experience minor memory loss or brain damage upon waking.
  • Psychic Shield: Ariel is able to place a shield onto a target’s mind giving them resistance to mental intrusion. Mind readers will probably hear static or a football game in the mind they’re trying to read; meanwhile other forms of mental intrusion will simply become more difficult to perform. (Unable to use telepathy abilities if used on self) – Placed on Leonie Valkrich.
 
Gwen Argalla
East Bellsford — Convoy #4

Listening in on Ralph and the driver's exchange, Gwen accepted their decision to move out with just the medic. Breaking down doors likely wouldn't be the stealthiest way to go about things anyways.

"It seems I'll be staying here with Bulldozer, then. If you need help—" She paused thoughtfully. "Well, scream, I guess."[/hr]
 
Finnergen Henndrix
Red Line

Everything happened way too quickly, one moment Finn was being praised for taking out the stealthed soldier who had been looking to cause some chaos. Not that it was much of an accomplishment, looking back he probably had been the only Telepath in the room. A fact that did nothing to help him with the groups newest problem, a hulking beast of flesh and armor plating lumbering into down the stairs into their field of fire. Finn almost felt sorry for the thing, it sure as hell picked the wrong set of stairs to descend. The order was quickly issued and everyone with a gun quickly jumped into action., Finn himself quickly crouched back down behind the table he was using as cover, the soldier he had killed already forgotten. Exposing only enough of himself to fire his rifle from behind the "cover" he readjusted the rifle into a more comfortable spot against his shoulder. Hopefully with the large amount of fire already coming toward the beasts way it too would forget that Finn was the one who took his ally out. What that thing could do to him if it managed to get across the room... Finn had to shake his head to focus back on the situation at hand. He quickly pulled the trigger twice, firing in short controlled bursts both aimed at the eyes of the beast.
 
North Bellsford, Super-Centre


The arrival of the wolf-like creatures likely meant Chrysalid troops were not far behind, and the howl from the pack seemed to cement that notion. As the Sergeant began firing the Admiral decided that any chance of rappelling down before the creatures attacked had just vanished. His gaze swept over everyone in his group as he planned out the order they should descend. In normal circumstances, he would have gone in the second group so the ground floor could be secured, but knowing that they would need all the firepower up here he decided against that.

Morgan, can you carry that child down the rappel?” he called out, knowing that they were the smallest and lightest in the group. Not having time to wait for a response, he turned and unloaded a few shots into the window with his sidearm, using only as many as it took to clear the glass. Then he began securing himself to one of the harnesses. “Libero, bring the child to the window, we three will be going first, even if I have to carry her. Following us should be you and the scientist. Sergeant, you and the officer should be the last down, now let’s move!
 
"They're like cockroachs, we could let the damned Crysalid scum nuke us and those bastards would still crawl out from under the rocks." -Marcus De'Leveyan, page 1.

North Bellsford, Super-Centre

The Sergeant's shot rips through the air at a blazing speed and easily penetrates the stationary, large target. Blood splatters about to its fellow, and as suppressing fire started ripping down the hall, the remainder began charging rather than scattering to the four winds. They didn't seem particularly bright, as the suppressing fire ends up taking out a second who simply ran straight into the storm of gunfire, yet the others continued their charge, not so much as even flinching at the death of their allies.

Phillipe's nanites find their mark, ripping through the flesh of one of the Hunter-Killers, causing it a great deal of pain. Frighteningly enough, even as its legs were torn asunder, it continued to try to charge forward, a deep seated blood thirst reflected in its eyes before they too were torn to shreds by the nanite swarm.

William McCormick's gunfire rained down the hallway, though it took a half a dozen rounds penetrating one of the creatures before it finally collapsed dead. One confirmed kill was definitely of use however: It was some fine shooting with an otherwise average rifle. Still, McCormick could feel his pulse pounding at this point, stress was rising.

There were three remaining hunter-killers, who moved with a great deal of speed and agility thanks to their muscular, four-legged forms. One closes the gap and leaps for Sergeant Max, only to be knocked aside by his mechanized strength. It falls to the ground, its head bouncing off the hard floor and causing it to become momentarily dazed. A second leaps up and manages to get its maw around his left wrist, clamping down hard on it. The mechanized suit is damaged under the sheer pressure, but a barrage of bullets come from behind the Sergeant, puncturing the creature several times. The pressure relents as it falls down, dead. Before the hunter-killer could pin the Sergeant, Morgan opened fire and covered him. Because it was momentarily stationary, it wasn't hard for her to hit it.

The third hunter-killer slipped around Sergeant Max in the chaos and bounded quickly for Libero and the girl. Bao screams in terror as the beast leaps for Libero, aiming to rip out his neck with its fangs. Libero manages to raise one of his limbs in time to prevent it, instead watching as the hunter-killer attempts to pierce his exoskeleton with its fangs. It does manage to puncture the armour, but the armour resists the pressure of its maw, preventing it from doing any severe damage. A simple, calculated, calm response from Libero with his free limb impaled the creature's neck with one of his martello. It twitches and struggles for a few moments before simply falling back against the ground, dead.

Without further delay, Morgan dashes over to Bao and scoops her up in her arms. "Come on now, we're going on an adventure... Like in a cartoon!" This didn't seem to calm Bao much in the slightest, who remained wide eyed and panicked. Bao looks at Libero, and speaks with a shaken tone of voice. "Th-thank you." Morgan runs to the rappel system, and looks to the rear admiral, nodding to confirm that she was ready. Looking at the rappel system, she manages a small, somewhat nervous smile. "We should descend quickly on this." She looks back to the rest of the group, though more specifically Phillipe and William. "When you take the rappel, don't land with your legs straight. Land with your knees bent, or you'll probably dislocate something. Good luck."

The rappel system was simple in construction. It went straight down and only required a single hooking component to allow safe travel down the line. At the bottom was one of the many entrances to the mall, and a long set of marble stairs. A hundred feet of outrageously fancy steps later, it broke out into a three-way intersection. There, in the distance, there was a fight going on. Morgan reads a large, overhead street sign on the roadway, and blinks with slight confusion. "Zinc Road? I guess that intersection is where we're getting picked up." Still, she hooks herself to the line, glances back to the Sergeant and nods, then descends down the line, holding Bao in her arms. The group could hear Bao's screams of terror fading rapidly as they descended down one of the two lines.

Before the group could get even a moment of respite, however, four more approaching enemies could be spotted. They carried rifles and had humanoid shapes, though they appeared somewhat shorter than humans. They wore yellow-black patterned armour from head to toe, and immediately took cover around nearby shops. Their suits appeared damaged from previous fighting, but still functioning well enough to serve as body armour if nothing else.

North Bellsford, Zinc Road

Prosper opens fire once again, but fails to hit any targets. His bullets ricochet near them, and as he pulls away from the window, his auditory sensors would pick up on a high pitched whistling sound. The window he was sitting at only a few moments earlier is struck with a large amount of plasma, likely fired by the approaching vehicle in the distance, traveling down the right road. A simple glance around would confirm the worst: Some of the plasma had managed to go further than the window area, and struck one of the militia. The pure shock of being hit caused the militiaman to simply stare at his own flesh burning and bubbling away, before he fell backward, silently dead. Prosper was easily able to reposition to a new window.

The grenade thrown by Leonie bounces behind a vehicle, causing one of the stealth-scouts to bolt out from cover to avoid it. "FIRE!" Martello shrieks loudly as the militia concentrate their fire on him, bathing the target in a sea of bullets and overkill that sends it floundering to the ground. Through her scope, Leonie would be able to see the helmet of one of the stealth-scouts poking out from behind cover: He appeared to be communicating through a radio, though beyond that she couldn't discern what. Still, it was a perfect shot, and a simple squeeze of the trigger sent a bullet racing through a vehicle's windows and into the target's head. It hesitates a moment, as though surprised that it was dead, before slumping aside.

Ariel's psionic volley's manage to hit one of the stealth-scouts as he pokes his head up to attack, causing him to grasp his helmet in excruciating pain. It was only momentary however, as he falls onto his knees, then slumps out of cover, unconscious.

Norb's plasma shot sails through the air and hits the vehicle the two remaining stealth-scouts are hiding behind, burning and melting its way through the hood and engine, but failing to hit its intended target. Nonetheless, the stealth-scouts seemed spooked, keeping their heads down. Norb was intelligent enough to clue in that they were likely panicking, and forcing their surrender might be possible. Killing them with a grenade however, would be much safer--as surrender might not be an option for them.

In the distance, the group could hear the sound of a little girl screaming. One glance at the mall would confirm that there were people using the emergency rappel system to escape the mall, and one of them was a little girl clinging desperately to a small woman. Still some distance away, but not long before the survivors within the mall would likely move to group up with them--a silver lining in the dark clouds of the day.

Martello crackles to life on the group's radios. "Down the left road, six enemies moving in." Immediately after him, the radio comes to life once more. It was the Liaison Officer from earlier. "This is liaison officer Davis! We've been tracking enemy activity in your area. There's at least six large vehicles and forty infantry, including a commanding officer. We're moving transports to your area right now. ETA is two minutes. They will have protection. All the advice we can offer right now is that their first wave of plasma tanks appear to have issue burning their way through heavy cover, such as buildings. Hang on a little while longer!"

Nikolai turns to engage the six enemies, only to watch as they set up two hundred feet from the intersection. Each one drops a device to the ground, causing a barrier to erupt from the ground. "Pavise generators?" Nikolai mutters with confusion. "If only I had some EMP on me..." He mutters quietly, before opening fire to try and suppress them. "These ones are bigger, I'm going to wager a guess they're real soldiers! Don't go without cover!" Nikolai yells out to everyone, seeming to be a little more on edge than he was before. "HELP!" The radio crackles to life once more with the sound of a militiaman. Nikolai snarls and grabs the radio. "Now what?!" The militiaman, panicked sounding, replies. "There's someone in here! Someone in yellow and black, and he's fast! Real fast! He's taken out Jenkins, and now-- GYAAAHH~" The militiaman screams. It's quickly followed by a radio transmission from a masculine sounding voice, though not quite human enough to be one of the militia.

"Two."

East Bellsford, Red Line

As the massive, lumbering creature finished crawling its way down the steps, the hail of bullets gave it momentary pause, especially the ones aimed for its eyes. Then, Kephart's heavy slug impacts it and rips through it, causing it to violently explode and send blood and guts splattering in every direction. The blood hisses and spits like acid with everything it comes into contact with, including one of the hapless militia, who screams in pain as it burns his face. It wasn't potent enough to quite kill, but was definitely potent enough to leave permanent facial scaring, and damage any equipment it came into contact with. Kephart, though splattered with a few bits of the acidic blood, was only damaged in a superficial manner. Meanwhile, the table that Finnergen was taking cover behind has a large chunk of it simply melted away by the acidic compound.

As everyone then peeks back out after taking cover from the acidic spray, three hunter-killers burst out from the large corpse. The shredded remains of a fourth could be seen, if one were perceptive enough to look for it amongst the bloated carnage. Laura, having smartly waited, manages to aim down her sights and riddle one with a barrage of bullets, sending it to the ground. The other two however, bound past cover and attack the militia, ripping out their throats in a crazed frenzy. One only five feet away from Marcus, and the other just a couple feet from Kephart.

Before Berry could adjust and immediately turn to attack the hunter-killers, he notices five enemies rapidly slide down the stairway entrance to the bottom of the steps. There, they each toss a device to the floor, that causes it to deploy a barrier shield. "KEPHART, TAKE THOSE SHIELDS OUT WITH YOUR RAIL GUN!" Berry yells out his order as the enemy continues setting up their firearms. They appeared to be standard plasma weapons for the Chrysalids.

Suddenly, the emergency lights turn off and the regular lights snap back on: Power had been restored. Berry quickly grabs his radio. "Good job Gilan! We've got enemies right outside your door, you should be able to open it on your own now! Flank those shield using bastards!" He puts his radio down and starts reloading his rifle, hoping to beat the enemies behind the barrier shield.

East Bellsford, Convoy #4

Quentin manages to easily lead the way through a series of buildings and windows, to the closest building adjacent to the monstrous looking creatures. Ralph takes a few deep breaths, and motions for Caitlin and Quentin to hold their position inside the building. He pulls out a small container of nanites, and slips around a side entrance. Throwing the container, he then slips back inside. He closes his eyes as the two creatures walk over to investigate the container. Ralph incidentally brushes against Caitlin's hand, and for that brief moment, she would be able to discern that his pulse was racing at over a hundred and eighty beats per minute, and there was something in his brain causing intense stimulation to his visual cortex.

From Quintin's position, he's able to see the two creatures hesitate for a second, then suddenly fall over, frothing at the mouth and twitching. This pain they seemed to be in lasted only a few seconds, and then they were simply dead. Ralph opens his eyes and takes a deep breath of relief. "Done. We can move out now..." He then glances at Caitlin, sweat was on his brow and cheeks. "As I said... Secrets, but you can trust me." The area was safe, and without further adieu, they were able to move out.

One of Quintin's drones is destroyed as they scout ahead, sniped out of the air by an unknown assailant. The other three, however, remained safe, and gathered all the information they needed as the group approached the only thing between them and the Red Line station entrance: A concrete wall. Going around the wall, it was only a fifty foot dash to reach the entrance and get inside. They could hear gunfire coming from within the subway station as well, though the sound was fairly faint from their position.

They were, from the subway station entrance perspective, to the left. Ahead of the subway station entrance, about seventy feet away, was a plasma tank and two guards embedded in a city street. Behind the tank was a building, and Quentin could tell that building likely contained the unknown sniper that took out his drone. They were likely waiting for reinforcements, and it wouldn't be long before those arrive and totally overrun the subway station. The tank commander stays silent, unsure of what to do, though Ralph once again pipes up, with yet another idea. "If I could get close enough to the tank to throw a nanite container at it, I could at least disable it for a minute, maybe two. If I'm really lucky, maybe I could kill it." He glances at Tharvax, and grins. "Think you could get me close enough by riding on your back, then divert and attack the two guards?" He glances at Quentin and Caitlin, and the tank crew. "You guys could fire at the soldiers..." His eyes then move to Gwen. "You lead the civilians down into the subway station. Maybe shout to them that we're friends, not enemies..." Still, Ralph seemed somewhat uncertain. "Any other ideas?"
 
Leonie Valkrich

North Bellsford, Zinc Road


It seemed that they were repelling them. Though she was aware that this wasn't any tedious attempt or attack, Leonie felt a bit relieved. After taking her shot, she remained wary of firing another shot. Letting out a sigh, Leonie was about to request how everybody was doing. That it had worked out, so far, amazed her. Perhaps they stood a fighting chance if they would be careful?

Just as when she was about to raise the question, her lips parting a bit, Leonie cringed. Managing to stay in cover and holding her back from jumping up, her face lost a bit of its color. Able to boast that she wasn't easily frightened, Leonie couldn't stand the screaming of a terrified child. There were only a few sounds that could match the emotional reaction that was brought up in Leonie. Turning her gaze to the direction, she thought she had spotted some movement. "Fuck." Her first instinct told her to abandon her post and just run to the aid of the little girl. But the distance was way too far and she knew better. If there was a not yet spotted enemy lurking about, then she was more likely to receive a shot of plasma through her head. Clenching her weapon in a tighter grip, Leonie quickly tried to think of a possible course of action. One that wouldn't risk her own life or that of others. But it was clear that their 'luck' was facing a turning point.

This was confirmed by what she heard from the radio of Nikolai. Closing her eyes for a moment, Leonie felt her courage wavering. A fighting chance? They were more likely to get driven away from their position and then they would get picked off. One by one. Thinking of a plan, she felt she was close to peeing her pants.

"Two."

What the F had that been? Judging from the screams, it had been anything but positive. The only problem was that she wasn't sure in which of the two buildings the unknown threat was. "Norb!" Leonie raised her volume. There was little point in hiding her presence after her shot. "Get ready to blast those fuck nuggets!" Focusing on her left bracer, Leonie would set up a hologram of herself, running towards cover of another vehicle. Hopefully giving the short alien time and a chance to use that plasma weapon of his.

In a rather vulgar briefing, Leonie makes a hologram that runs towards another cover position to attract enemy attention/fire. Hopefully to buy the others a shot or two.
 
Kephart - East Bellsford - Red Line


As the massive beast erupted from the point blank blast of the rail gun, Kephart watched as three smaller creatures rose from the remains, clad in gore. A burst of rifle fire from behind him, caught one full on in the chest, dropping it as easily as hitting a switch. The other two, bounded in faster than Kephart could react, he lost both on visual, but one remained in his immediate proximity sensors, used normally to make sure he didn't cause accidental damage to property, or injury to his comrades.

Another threat came in suddenly, sliding down the stairs with fair ease, and deploying shield pods. He was just starting to swivel his turret to engage the hunter-killer behind him, when he heard his order. The turret snapped back around, as the railgun finished charging. The barrel lowered, aiming not just for the shield, but also the emitter.

The cacophony of battle was once again drowned out by the air-shredding thunder of the rail gun, and in the wake of the scorched air, a burst of machinegun fire erupted from his coaxial gun, as the barrels rose to sweep a hail of fire through the space where the shield would have been....if his rain gun manages to punch through and either disable the shield, or destroy it.
 

[BCOLOR=#000000]East Bellsford, Convoy #4: [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=#000000]Caitilin[/BCOLOR]​

[BCOLOR=#000000]There was no reason for her to not listen to Ralph. Everything he had said so far had mostly worked and she definitely didn’t have the training to say anything different. She watched the man for a few moments then shrugged and knelt beside Procyon and began to smooth the fur on his head then skritch behind his ear. If nothing else he made her feel a little better about the situation at hand. Caitliln knew she was far from being a good shot, but she was about to be called upon. This was her job now. “[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=#000000]Sounds like you have a good plan in mind. Just tell me where to go, Ralph. You’re the expert here.[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=#000000][/BCOLOR]

TL;DR: Jesus, it's only a paragraph!
Caitlin's ready to go along with Ralph's plan.
Ability "Service Animal" used.
 
East Bellsford, Red Line
Gilan Thorne

Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Gilan placed the last wire in its place and tried the switch one more time. Come on... he prayed silently, biting his lower lip. All at once the power came surging back on and Gilan pumped his fist in triumph. Before he could celebrate too much, the voice of Berry came over the radio alerting him to the enemies outside the power room.

Standing up, Gilan unslung his rifle and made his way over to the door. Glancing back towards the young engineer who was stuck in the room with him, he called out an order. "Get yourself behind something, and don't come out unless I call you out." Turning back to the door, Gilan gathered his nerves and punched the switch to open it.

The large blast door slid open slowly and Gilan crouched into a firing stance, waiting for a clear shot. As soon as the door opened wide enough for him to see his targets, he opened fire towards their exposed backs. Make it count...
 
East Bellsford, Convoy #4 - Tharvax

Tharvax's eyes practically lit up as Ralph suggested his part in the plan of attack. ”A fine plan. You continue to surprise me, Ralph. You once seemed a simpleton, but truly you are a warrior with honor and a mind for the battle. I will carry you to the tank and fight the two ground soldiers to let you do your work unharmed.” He looked round to the tank crew and the others with guns. ”I will trust that you know your use of firearms well enough to avoid shooting me while I fight them in melee. Keep an eye out for other enemies joining the fight, as many may be drawn by the sounds of fighting here.”

With his piece said, Tharvax knelt down in readiness to let Ralph grab on and get a ride into battle, keeping his knife-ended tail out of the way of course. He envisioned the battle ahead, mapping out the ways it could go for him. If his gun-wielding allies failed to take either of the enemy soldiers out, he would need to fight defensively to fend them off and allow further shots to be taken. If they left one alive, he would press the attack and try to end it quickly with a blistering assault of fist, claw, and tail. If they managed to take both soldiers down before Tharvax could reach them, he would instead work to disable the tank with his armor-crushing claw, no need to hope Ralph's nanites could finish the job. A good warrior had to be prepared to adapt to changing circumstances on the battlefield, and Tharvax was nothing if not a good warrior.

North Bellsford, Zinc Road – Norb

Leonie's shouted plan came along at a somewhat inconvenient time for Norb. He was unable to reply due to his throat being blocked up as he was in the process of regurgitating one of his waste pellets. After realizing that the two enemies cowering behind the car were perfectly positioned for a grenade, Norb had gone for the Chiwen natural equivalent. Other species always found them odd, but for a Chiwen in combat few things were sweeter than blowing something up with your own biologically produced plasma grenade.

”Fucknugget?” Norb murmured to himself after spitting the pellet out into his hand. ”New word, very good. Fucknugget!” He stabbed the hard shell of the pellet with his thumb, exposing the pulsing green innards to the air. It would blow up with a spray of plasma only a few seconds after being pierced, so he did the logical thing: he threw it at the cowering Chrysalids, hoping to get both in one go.

Tharvax agrees with Ralph's plan, cautions shooty allies to keep an eye out for other enemies joining the fight, and plans out how exactly to approach the battle depending on how effective the shooty allies are in the opening moments of the fight.

Norb is throwing one of his Chiwen pellets as a plasma grenade, aiming for the two Chrysalids panicking behind the car.
 
Prosper

Now at his new window, Prosper again prepared himself to take another shot at the enemy soldiers down in the street. He let himself settle and waited for his internal components to stop moving. His entire body locked down with his sights trained on one of the soldiers. He slowly squeezed the trigger and let out a burst of rifle fire. He waited for a few moments after taking the shot before sliding down behind cover.​
 
Quentin Brant in East Bellsford, Convoy #4
Quentin's head recoiled with a start as his vision quite literary exploded. He sat mouth agape for a moment, not so much angry at the loss of his drone -he had many more-, but just at the sheer difficulty that shot must have been. Nodding in appreciation he turned his attention back to the task at hand. The nanite cans worked. He wasn't quite sure what they did or where the ever secretive Ralph even acquired such hardware, but Quent knew he would have to get some for himself. Dark thoughts crossed his mind, but quickly passed as he realized that the canisters would be more useful in the liar's hands. For now.

Said liar's new plans seemed reasonable enough, almost awesome even, Quent had hoped to see that brutish Tharvax in action since he fell from the sky and soon that dream would become a reality. His own role was a little less illustrious and quite possibly useless. He unholstered his pistol and gave it a look, the dinky plinker seeming as inadequate as ever. Still, he figured he'd have to put at least some work in to see the mighty Tharvax in action. "Alright Ralphie, I'll go along with your plan again here. Just make sure you put on a good show for me while your at it, no point in having a giant alien fight a tank if you don't make the most of it"
 
Ariel Abraham - North Bellsford, Zinc Road

Ariel sighed as she was now relatively useless in the current situation, what with Leonie and Norb working with one another to take down the cowering Chrysalids. Even if the attempt were to somehow fail Ariel figured the two were competent enough to take care of it one way or another. Sticking around to see if she was needed seemed like a big waste of time; therefore she turned to join Nikolai. The knowledge of a very fast male slaughtering people, as well as motherfucking plasma tanks, unnerved her. Really, the whole situation did. Not everyday did she get to see charred men, dead aliens, and then plasma being shot at her. But sitting around crying about it? That wasn’t her, so she had to do something. The idea of heading into one of the buildings to try and find the thing in yellow and black crept into her mind. She had training in scouting, and her telepathic abilities would come in handy in attempting to track it down. The idea was pushed to the back of her mind as soon as it crept into. She was no hero. Perhaps she was selfish, perhaps not, but she wanted to live through this thing as long as she could. Ariel wanted to find her sister, wanted to get back home to her family, and if that meant one couldn’t go back to theirs? Well, maybe that was something she was willing to let happen.

She bit her lip, and as Nikolai provided suppressive fire Ariel would slip further towards the six enemies hoping to get some decent cover. ‘Keep watching my ass for a bit longer big guy?’ She would shoot into Nikolai’s mind quickly as she went forth. Her plan was to then peak, and like last time, send psionic volleys at the first fucker in her sights before ducking for cover again.

Protecting Leonie's mind. Moves towards six enemies, uses a psionic volley on the first target she can see.
  • Psionic Inundation: Ariel is able to project harmful psionic volleys at a target rendering them unconscious, although stronger minds may be harder to take down. If she pushes herself she could place weaker minds in a vegetative state. Certain targets may experience minor memory loss or brain damage upon waking.
  • Psychic Shield: Ariel is able to place a shield onto a target’s mind giving them resistance to mental intrusion. Mind readers will probably hear static or a football game in the mind they’re trying to read; meanwhile other forms of mental intrusion will simply become more difficult to perform. (Unable to use telepathy abilities if used on self) – Placed on Leonie Valkrich.
 
Laura Shima - Red Line

"Oh c-crap," Laura stammered, "oh crap." When Kephart had destroyed the beast there had been a rising moment of success. Even when more alien creatures had poured out, the fact she was able to pick one off only increased the feeling. But she hadn't expected - hadn't believed - they could move so fast. In an instant they were behind the makeshift barricade, tearing and gouging people's flesh.

Shifting her rifle to her left hand, she bit down on her finger to stop herself from making more noise. Staying low, she tucked herself into a junction between one of the pillars and a cafeteria table, hoping to stay out of sight and out of mind from the hunter-killers.
 
Gwen locked her plasma cutter onto her left arm's magnetic nodes, readying herself for what she hoped wouldn't come to be a battle—at least, not for her.

She turned to her charges,and waved her hefty tool in the air a bit in an attempt to draw their attention to her notably short form. "Here we go, guys. Keep the young and elderly to the far side—anyone with weapons on the outside. Stick close, and stick together. As soon as you reach the entrance, do not hesitate to go inside." They couldn't afford stragglers hanging about.

That now said, she took her position at the lead again. Unlike the others, however, she would wait at the entrance when she reached it, ushering them in t=and looking back for anyone who might have split off.
 
William McCormick
Super Center


Rounds cracked out in a synchronized rhythm. With each shot it became more apparent that these were beasts were like nothing he had even seen. Ungodly, vile, and tough. William could feel the pulse of his heart in his ears and fingertips. The screams of Bao brought one thought to his mind. His trigger pulls became automated. Muscle memory was all that kept his shots raining into the skull of the beast.

The creature fell. William dropped to cover. More enemies were coming. He had to get himself together. Even if he was going to die he needed to waste time. For the sake of the admiral and the sake of his own. His hands floated to a small trinket around his neck. A small necklace his daughter had made for his late wife. He took a small plastic bead of the necklace and chomped it lightly in his mouth. One breath. Two breath. Time to fight.

William peered out from behind his cover. It seemed like these obnoxiously patterned soldiers had been just been in a brawl, likely with the civilians they had armed moments earlier. William focused on the plastic in his mouth and the reticle in his sight. These bastards were targets, that was it. As one scrambled between cover of the room, William lead his shoulder just as he had been trained. It was a paper target. Center mass. Fill it with holes.
 
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