Futuristic Hostile Contact IC

[QizPizza]

FARADAY

With the others ready, Faraday wrapped his hands around the largest ledge he could find on the sliding door with both hands. He braced himself for the hail of fire that will potentially come the moment he opened the airlock. He took a deep breath and then amused himself with the thought of screaming "FBI, open up!" when he threw the airlock open. It brought a chuckle to him, but the last thing he wanted to do was crack a joke in the middle of a mission, "Ready? Alright. Breaching in 3...2...1! Breach!"

As the air lock slid open, Faraday pushed himself to the side of the hallway to get some cover as he tossed a flashbang into the next room. From beneath his solid titanium visor, Faraday couldn't see the room next to him, but he could certainly tell that there were five in the room. As Faraday took out his shotgun, he let the others take the first shots, with HUD giving him two "kill confirmed" from Braum and Callaghan. That left three. Faraday leapt from his cover and dashed towards the nearest piece of cover her could fine. He charged the armor piercing slug in his Bernelli's chamber with a generous amount of electricity and proceeded unload it in the nearest Vornem grunt. The alien body convulsed and cramped as the foreign source of electricity wreaked havoc on the nervous system of the alien. Usually, one slug would be enough to kill or take its victim down for good, but these was no knowing just how tough these aliens were, so just to be safe, Faraday fired off two more slugs at the Vornem. "Kill confirmed. Two more tangos."

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kana

For the past 3 minutes, the Vornem she was watching just kept pacing around the storage hold. She hadn't received any word from the Commander, so she didnt fire. However, she could hear over the comms that the team inside were getting ready to breach into a room. She heard Max, Sean and Faraday calling out confirmed kills. Almost a coincidence, the Vornem in the storage hold stopped pacing, looking at each other for a moment. Kana watched as they started making their way to the door. She assumed that they were notified of the team's appearance and hostility, moving to reinforce whoever were being attacked.

Having no other choice, she made the choice to take the shots. In the end, it wouldnt matter since Vornem were the enemy anyway, but Kana would rather not brand herself as a reckless killer. Her breathing began to slow. In her head, she began to imagine how the bullet would travel. Factoring the low gravity and the gun she was currently using, she raised her finger to the trigger, pulling it once.

The rifle went off, the recoil of the shot causing the stock to slam back into Kana's shoulder. She kept a firm grip on the handle and held the gun down with her free hand. The bullet raced out of the barrel, traveling the whole distance. It punched through one of the windows, shattering it entirely and hit one of the Vornem dead on, right through the head. The other two quickly panicked, looking around. Small items began to fly out of the storage hold due to the vacuum from space.

Within just a couple seconds, Kana reached up, pulling the bolt of her gun back and letting it slide back forward, loading another bullet, firing again. Another went down, leaving only one target left. However, they were quick enough to get of the room. Kana cursed under her breath, radioing to Wilhelm.

"Two targets down in the storage hold, one fled, heading unknown."

Kana did one more sweep of the storage hold, seeing if she could find anyone else inside. Satisfied that it was only the 3, she returned to her original task, keeping an eye on the outside.

Kabboom

 

[Kabboom]

Wilhelm

Things went pear-shaped real fast for the Vornem grunts inside the command center, by the 'sounds' of it. Three confirmed kills in the span of a few seconds, with two more targets probably abso-fucking-lutely liquefied by the sniper from outside. That's why they're Sword Battalion, the cream of the crop, the best of the best. And Wilhelm's supposed to keep these guys in check as commander. Shouldn't be too troublesome, aside from the Callaghan guy. Without doubt, the two other tangos will be mopped up soon, and that remaining survivor that Kana left for them should show up soon enough. "Clean that room and pull the logs, we'll be out as soon as they're pulled. Sean, set charges--" Wilhelm barked into the radio until he noticed a slight shimmering glint on his visor.

The airlock he'd briefly turned away from had been opened by a Vornem grunt, allowing two more of its comrades to flood in. The light reflecting off the metal latch on the airlock gave their position away, fortunately. Trigger finger doing its thing, Wilhelm tapped some rounds into the grunts, killing two with pin-point center mass shots. The third one luckily survived the rounds by blocking the rounds with its 'gun', closing enough distance to slam against Sanderson, and then pinning him to a wall. Kicking the thing in the nuts didn't do as much damage as he'd hoped, so he simply kicked it again in the rough area of its abdomen, and sprang out his utility machete to hack it dead. The first slice went right through its right forearm, cleaving it off, and the second strike removed the important bits from its neck, giving the grunt a sudden death.

"Three down, they came through the rear. More might be on the way. Sean, set charges to blow, we fuck this place up as soon as we pull the logs!" Wilhelm caught his breath, before resuming, as he slowly retreated backwards into the command center.


True to the commander's word, the Vornem detachment have been notified of the team's entrance. Clicking and clattering all around, the grunt force, comprised of the Star Empire's basic combat class, scurry towards their prey like ants. The Command Center room had 4 airlocks, leading to 4 corners of the station- soon, all of them would be locked open, the result of a Vornem grunt's corpse accidentally smacking against a terminal keyboard when the team entered the room. The early birds soon arrived, in the form of chittering grunts peering through the frontal airlock, down a small narrow hallway. A mixture of plasma and physical glowing needles would soon echo down the hallway, impacting against plates and panels.

The air support was now ETA 2 minutes away. The team's dropship, Vulcan 1, flew a tight perimeter outside of the station's reach, with orders to stay clear of the station until the team gives the go-ahead - that order might not stand, given the situation. Kana, the team sharpshooter perched on the ridge outside the station, would soon notice the smallest of glints on her scope, and soon realize that she was not as untouchable as she was a few seconds prior. A corkscrew-shaped projectile whizzed through the vacuum of space, and kicked up an exorbitant amount of asteroid dust a few inches to the side of her face; the perpetrator being a Vornem sniper perched somewhere far away, to her 2 o'clock. Hidden in the dust, the enemy sniper lines up its next shot.

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[GolemGuy]

Sean Callaghan

"I'll need cover to set these charges, each one takes approximately 12.7 seconds to fully set up. Assuming I'm able to cover the hub adequately, and I'm able to move after each one is set up, that's about 50.8 seconds." Sean barked back as he moved quickly. He took eight discreet magnetic explosives from storage vessels in the gauntlets of his EARS. If only there had been oxygen, thermobaric detonators could have melted the entire station and all the Vornem on board. But, due to the nature of the mission, high powered plastic explosives would had to do. Mechanisms in the device would introduce a highly unstable clay-like substance, which would increase the overall damage and intensity of the following detonations.

Sean set up the first two successfully within the first 9.5 seconds. The volatile substance would have to be introduced slowly, lest a reaction happen. "Six charges to go, volatile substances being introduced. Requesting heavy cover!" Sean spoke quickly, slurring his words.

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[FabulousTrash]

Kana

She blinked once. In her mind, Kana was figuring out where exactly the shot came from. Based how the dust was kicked up and the direction it was floating in the air, it was to her right, around her 2 o'clock. Shifting her sights over to that area, Kana looked for any obvious vantage points, or potentially the sniper themselves. Ahead of her was a medium sized crater a couple miles away from the station perimeter. At first glance, she couldnt see anyone there, it was empty. As Kana looked closer, however, she could see a slight discoloration at the edge of the crater. She didnt have time to think if it was the enemy or not, but she assumed it was armor or something.

Before she could fire, she saw a flash of a muzzle from where she was looking at. At the same moment, she pulled the trigger and rolled to the side. She had no idea if she hit her target or not, but right now, she had to move. Kana got up and quickly ran down the slope of the ridge, away from the station. As she moved, she clipped the AMR onto her back and pulled out her side arm, aiming where she was laying down. She let off a couple shots, kicking up more dust in that spot to make it look like the enemy sniper missed again. Once she was sure she was out of their line of sight, she began to walk across the sloped side of the ridge, going in the general direction of the rear of the station. The ridge line circled around the station in a U-shape, then open side being where the main entrance to the station was.

Kana got on her comms, radioing to the rest of the team.

"My location has been compromised. Enemy sniper outside, most likely in the crater in front of the station. Re positioning to the ridge line at the rear of the station."

Kana broke into a light jog. She didnt want to take too long to get into position in case her team needed her to cover them from above when they get out.

 

[Viper Actual]

Hovering a good distance away from the station was Vulcan 1. The dropship had stopped circling the area in favor of simply hanging in space with its nose pointed towards the station. Sitting at the helm was Trevor van de Vries. A sigh escaped the pilot as he ran a quick diagnostics test for the fourth time. "Rear echelon sucks balls," the pilot muttered. He flipped a switch to his right, testing the aft thrusters, when his helmet HUD alerted him of long-range gunfire in the vicinity of the station.

With a quick glance at the mission timer Trevor spoke up over the comms. "Sword Actual this is Vulcan 1. I'm detecting what appears to be sniper-fire raining down on your marksman. Permission to do a quick fly-by and mark the threat, over?"

After speaking de Vries leaned back in his seat waiting for a response. He stared at the station intensively with one hand resting on the joystick in front of him and the other on the thruster controls. Come on, let me scare that son of a bitch.

Kabboom

 

[GearBlade654]

Max Braum
Mental Status: Alert
Physical Status: OK

"Roger that Callaghan ( GolemGuy ). I'll keep an eye out."
The shock trooper had been vigilantly keeping an eye out in the event of hostilities. Braum looked over his comrade's shoulder, MP42 reloaded and ready for more Vornem destruction. Those grunts were ugly as hell.
Braum was looking around himself when he heard Kana ( FabulousTrash ) remark on an enemy sharpshooter.
"Roger that, Kana. Did you get a bearing on that idiot?"
"Once Callaghan finishes, or if others cover for him, I can ruin that sharpshooter's day."​

 

[Trappy]

Archer

So much for First Contact.

Infiltrating the outpost was easy enough, but by now the previous eerie silence was replaced by blasts of alien weapons and returning gunfire. Thankfully William kept his guard up and duck to the nearest cover when the squad entered the command centre, as a sparking bolt of sickly green narrowly missed him. These armours of theirs were supposed to be able to take some beating, but the man was not about to bring that to the test. Fortunately, there may not be a need for that here, as his allies made quick work of the Vornem grunts, allowing William to advance to his objective. "I'll start working on these consoles." He spoke up in response to Sanderson's commands.

There was no time to waste, as more hissings of alien weapon discharges announced the arrival of more grunts from multiple corridors. Hopping over his cover and into the centre of the room where a myriad of control consoles and monitors are located, William lifted a Vornem corpse from one of the terminals' keyboard and retrieved the alien's weapon. No doubt a close examination of Vornem technology would provide valuable insights in developing countermeasures. The thing was definitely alien in construct - sporting a tubular, spiky form with the only indications of it as a weapon lie in what appeared to be a single grip and trigger. Though the man supposed those spikes would cut pretty bad as well. Attaching the firearm to his Crusader Pattern's magnetic holster, Archer moved on to the terminal, retrieved flash drive and accessed the station's latest logs to initiate the download. An estimation to completion appears on the Vornem blood-stained monitor.
"Two minutes to completion." William reported, before ducking to take cover from alien fire as the Vornems continued to advance from one of the corridors. The Commonwealth Intelligence officer quickly turned to a different terminal and put his skills to work, successfully raising a heavy door between the grunts in the aforementioned corridor and the his squad. Of course nothing stopped the xeno from blowing the thing open or join forces with their cousins in another corridor, but that oughta buy William and his allies some time. As the thought crossed his mind, Archer tapped into internal sensors.
"Shit." The word escaped him. "I'm reading at least 30... 40 Vornems in the vicinity. We should wrap shit up, salvage their gear and get out of here."

 

[QizPizza]

FARADAY

"Request acknowledged, Callaghan. I'm on my way!" At Callaghan's call for cover, Faraday dashed over to the man's side and pulled out his deployable shield, which essentially two sticks with a sheet of UHMWPE rolled up in between them. Faraday set up the 8 foot wide sheet of bulletproof polymer between them and the Vornem grunts. As the Vornem grunts poured into the room, Faraday ducked behind the cover he set up, narrowly dodging several plasma bolts flying over his head. The Pararescueman didn't have the luxury of waiting for cover fire, the others were likely the ones in need of cover fire more. Charging a significantly greater amount of electricity into his next shotgun slug than the previous one, he peeked out from behind his polymer cover and opened fire into the densest cluster of Vornem. The unlucky grunt that received the slum convulsed and collapsed onto the floor, but they weren't the only victim. The overcharged slug shot bolts of lightning towards two near by grunts, stunning them for a moment as their alien muscles locked up from the electricity. Taking the opportunity, Faraday emptied a slug into each of the grunts to make sure they didn't get back up.

Thankfully, before the number of grunts overwhelmed the team, Archer worked quickly and sealed the hatch to stop the flow of hostiles into the room. There wasn't time to waste; Faraday the deployable cover where it was and began to move towards the left side corridor with shotgun raised. "Who has the schematics? Where do these corridors lead?"

 

[Kabboom]

Wilhelm

With Archer's quick actions, the front airlock was closed for the time being, buying the team some valuable time. His report, however, was less fun. With at minimum 30 Vornem fuckers on site, it was no wonder the IM detachment didn't get a word out. At best, they were knocked out and captured, and worst, killed. Wilhelm wasn't sure which of the two was better, considering the weaponry of the Vornem grunts the team has encountered so far. Spiky bolts, and plasma weapons. Fancy stuff, compared to human ballistics technology, but with the dead alien grunts lying around in the command center, at least the team knew the Vornem weren't invincible.

A flurry of information flooded into his ears in a short span of time. Being the commander sucked in that regard, but better him than a rookie. Kana had been dislodged from her position by an enemy sniper, and Vulcan 1 is offering to do a fly-by to mark said sniper. Faraday's query also reminded Wilhelm that he was the only one with the actual schematics data on his suit. Tapping his pad, Wilhelm quickly relayed the files to everyone on his team.

(X marks the entry spot)
​

"Copy that, Kana. Vulcan 1, you're good for fly-by. Mark that son of a bitch, over." Wilhelm finished just in time to greet some visitors from behind. A small group of Vornem grunts enter the airlock hallway from the common room, where the team made initial entry. Shining his flashlight in their face, the new arrival grunts were stunned long enough to join their dead comrades on the floor, with Wilhelm's AR-20 dumping the rest of its mag into two of the grunts. A quick grenade toss down the hallway would be an appropriate present for the third and fourth grunt, as Wilhelm slapped a second mag into his gun and fixed his posture, using the airlock door as cover.

This day was getting real interesting.


Cpt. Donald Avery, Carrier Air Wing 7

The hum of the bombers never ceased to amaze Donald and his RIO, Jeffrey. Human technology and engineering combined with Confederacy science was a key factor in humanity's expansion in the stars, and it showed. Despite only being in service for a few years, the aircraft that he currently piloted flew with smoothness and grace unmatched by anything he'd ever flown in before. Jeffrey seemed to agree, too, and his specialist veteran knowledge as a pilot against insurgent aircraft was not to be underestimated.

He checked his radar, and then looked back to the scenery outside his canopy. The beautiful Saturn, seen up close, along with its asteroids in the cluster. Maybe after this Vornem thing blows over, Donald will bring his kids to see what he was seeing. But for now, he's got his head in the mission, along with his number two. They'd been scrambled hot to bomb an overrun station in support of a Sword Battalion unit, with unknown enemy composition and presence. The scope of his radar picked up fewer and fewer asteroid stations as he passed them, and the system's timer alerted him of his ETA. Hopping on comms, he announced his arrival to the Swords team.

"Python 1, ETA 1.5 mikes away, over."


Attayu Vo'khakam, Pureblood of Tritarys Echelon

The humans have come to their trap, just as the brilliant Attayu Vo'khakam, Pureblood of the Tritarys Echelon had planned and coordinated. The Shatatai under his command were already throwing themselves at the enemy, locked up in that circular hive of electronics in the middle of the station. The damn fools had better not destroy all that data. And perhaps capturing the inferior race might be better. From their technique of entry, analyzed from neutralized Shatatai Visor Recordance Logs, to their method of fighting, these warriors are a cut above the last morsel sent to investigate this poor station.

They would serve as good mines of data and intelligence, or at best, a good set of trophies for Attayu. The Ghezpui units on overwatch on the perimeter have neutralized an enemy sniper, which was almost laughable. These primitives ingrates couldn't even outshoot a Ghezpui, and yet they dared to side with the Confederacy. Vo'khakam and the Tritarys Echelon will have the utmost joy erasing these fools from existence, before the weak-willed Confederacy can crawl to their aid.

With a flick of his wrist, Attayu sent more Shatatai to flank the two routes to the Command Center, along with a demolition unit to clear the blocked airlocks. As the Kos'sali veterans say, "Meat to the maw."

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[Viper Actual]

"Vulcan 1, you're good for fly-by. Mark that son of a bitch, over."

There was no hesitation as de Vries accelerated forward. Slow at first the dropship soon shuddered as the thrusters tilted forward and gradually increased their output. From his current position de Vries could see a ping on his HUD made by his own onboard system to mark potential threats. As he began his descent towards the sniper (as well as the station) the mark in the shape of a red triangle was closing in.

"Time to dance," muttered de Vries as he activated the nose-gun. A small 20mm autogun mounted at the nose whirred to life and unleashed a salvo of kinetic slugs down at the ridge as de Vries passed it, effectively strafing the area with high caliber anti-infantry fire. Looking to his right at the small screen showing the hull-mounted cameras de Vries noted that the belly camera had managed to capture a perfect view of the area below. Just as he had passed over a lone figure had gone into a sprint. It appeared to be carrying a long weapon.

Satisfied with his strafe de Vries grinned and began to turn the dropship around. "Sword 3 this is Vulcan 1. I strafed the enemy sniper. Poor effect on target but it appears that he's re-positioning, over."

Before de Vries could say anything else a blinking light followed by numerous alerts made his grin fade away. Sitting on the ground below was a small Vornem fireteam currently locking on to the dropship. Not feeling eager to find out what they were going to shoot at him de Vries quickly altered his course just in time to see a large plasma projectile be shot up into the sky. At first it flew aimlessly up into the air before suddenly turning around to chase after the dropship itself.

De Vries punched a button with all his might causing a carpet of flares and a cloud of ECM-dust to be launched from the rear. The Vornem projectile followed suit and detonated into a bright cloud of hot plasma as it caught one of the flares.

"Shit! Too close!" Circling around the area de Vries was trying to locate the enemy launcher team. Meanwhile he had a clear view of the enemy sniper currently trying to mask himself at his new position. Glancing at the mission timer told him everything he needed to know: it was time to finish this.

As he got into position for another strafe de Vries spoke over the comms. "Sword 3 this is Vulcan 1. I've got a clear shot on the enemy sniper but I need you to neutralize the enemy fireteam currently trying to shoot me down, over."

Trappy

 

[Midrick]

Drew had been silent most of the mission sticking to the middle if the pack and supporting when needed, but when he heard they had 30 tango's inbound, he broke off from the main group and slowly walked to the kitchen airlock with AUG ready, no one had covered it, as he neared the entrance he heard alien chittering noises from the other side, he magnetized his rifle to his chest plate and waited. He saw the silhouette of a gun barrel break the plane of the door frame, he swung around on the grunt using a downward elbow to break its elbow, or whatever it was, headbutted it, and swung it around in a headlock before pulling his Ruger and shooting the grunts 5 squadmates. There was definitely more than 5, because he had taken a volley of return fire, well the grunt actually, the thing was screaming its head off. Drew demagnetized a high explosive grenade from his rig and shoved it into one of the pockets of its tactical rig. "Here's one for the road, asshole!" he yelled before kicking the dying grunt back into the kitchen. The powered joints and limbs on the berserker had a high power and strength yield, it was also where most of the suits weight came from, so when he kicked the grunt, it went a good bit farther then it would've if he had been out of the suit. He took cover besides the door before a large BOOM was heard from the kitchen, he grabbed his AUG and peeked the corner, dead bodies littered the room, the shockwave from the grenade would've killed almost everything in the enclosed space.

He walked down the hallway with his gun up, after making sure that indeed everything in the room was KIA, he ran over to Sanderson's door and took the other side of the door, he reloaded his pistol before holstering it, "What's the plan boss?" he said as he covered Wilhelm's reload by shredding one of the grunts who stepped into the hallway. If this was the best that vornem had, this op was gonna be a cakewalk.

Kabboom

 

[Trappy]

Archer

"Roger Vulcan 1. We'll see what we can do, standby."
The outpost's external sensors reported picking up the detonation of some kind of missile, which triggered some alarms to blare up all over the command centre. The Intelligence officer virtually punched the appropriate terminal to shut them down - they were already in the heat of combat, the last thing they needed were the added deafening annoyance. William scoffed. Plasma weaponries. The Confederacy forgot something in their gifts. And how the hell do they manage to keep their weapons from literally melting in their hands with all that energy?! William was eager to know more about Vornem technology, but he quickly reminded himself of a more immediate duty to his squad-mates. There will be time to evaluate the enemy's tactical systems in more detail later, if they make it out of here in one piece. The dropship is in capable hands, but give that Vornem fireteam some more shots and they might not get out of here at all.

"Commander. The aliens are targeting our dropship." William reported as he turned over from the terminals to Wilhelm. "Leaving this command centre will expose ourselves to the aliens - who might have consolidated their positions throughout this complex. But the dropship is our way out."

William turned his attention back to the monitors. "So I must second Drew's inquiry: What's the plan, boss?"


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[FabulousTrash]

Kana

As she moved, Kana looked up to see their dropship coming in for a strafe on the sniper she called out earlier. She heard the forward cannon go off but didnt pay attention to where it was shooting. A few seconds later, she heard a loud explosion, looking back in time to see the flares that came from the dropship, indicating it was some sort of missile.

It didnt take Kana too long to get into her new position. She quickly got set up, practically throwing herself onto the ground. Looking through her scope, she scanned the area infront of the station. She immediately focused her attention to where the enemy sniper was. As she shifted her gaze up to see further away, she caught a glimpse of movement. Zooming in, she confirmed it was the sniper from before who was re-situating themselves in a smaller crater further out from the station. Kana lined up the shot, pulling the trigger. Through her scope, she watched as the Vornem's head exploded as her bullet went straight through the forehead. She released her breath, pulling the bolt on her gun back to load another round.

"Enemy sniper down."

Kana swept the outside of the station, looking for any more hostiles. Particularly, she was looking for whoever was responsible for the missile that was launched. Off to her right, she found a small group of Vornem set up far from the station's perimeter. Zooming in further, she quickly counted 5 and there was an anti-air gun set up on the ground.

"I have visual on a fireteam outside the station, at least 3 miles away from the perimeter. 5 count, 1 anti-air placement on the ground. Waiting for further instructions"

Kabboom Viper Actual

 

[Kabboom]

Wilhelm

More information. More cacophony, despite the relative airlessness of the room. His heavy breathing weighed on himself like a pillow over his face. Wilhelm could handle this. He was starting to like this, in fact. As a shredded grunt flew past his airlock, courtesy of Drew, he quickly assessed the situation. His HUD informs him that the bomber flight was now 80 seconds from arriving, and the situation had neither escalated or de-escalated; his team was still stuck in the fairly unprotected command center, leaving the Vornem fucks free to move around inside the station, and prepare adequately for killing every one of the Swords inside this circular command room.

Time to piss in their coffee, then.

"Copy, Kana. You're weapons free; anything that looks important, you put holes in it. Vulcan 1, wave off until the AA is gone - when it's gone, kill everything that moves. I want you here when we need to pack up." Forgoing radio discipline, Wilhelm prepped a grenade as he switched to team comms. "Archer, finish up any downloads, then smash these damn panels. Everyone else; advance outwards and kill everything!"

Pulling open his airlock door and slotting another grenade through the gap, splattering another unlucky grunt who was rather slow on his feet, Wilhelm swung the airlock door open and started moving into the Commons Room, intent on engaging targets. "Get these fuckers!"


Attayu Vo'khakam, Pureblood of Tritarys Echelon

Fixing his blade securely, the Pureblood of Tritarys Echelon did a double-take of himself, and his personal retinue. His Shatatai were crude, but their Echoshard Mattersaber training was above-standard, and that alone rendered them eligible for service with a Pureblood. Repulsive, but understandable. These... Hoo-mins, have proven absolutely pathetic at worst, and barely capable at best, evident by this fresh team of humans. Perhaps when Attayu can join the Siikvantur Conquest, or the Ghrk'faaszchi Subjugation, can he be outfitted with a retinue more befitting of his stance and utter prowess.

For now, Vo'khakam lies in wait, along with his retinue. Visor Recordance Log footage from the forefront Shatatai show the humans are beginning to move out of their cocoon with force. A bold and educated move, and an absolute pity for the Shatatai who failed to exploit their passiveness before this breakthrough. No matter. His own blade will set these Hoo-mins straight.

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[GearBlade654]

Max Braum
Status: Alert
Actions: In Combat!

Max chuckled upon hearing Wilhelm ( Kabboom )'s order to engage in combat.
"Ja, sir. I thought you'd never ask!"
Max pulled the pin on one of his incendiary grenades, a low chuckle repeating from his suit as the shock trooper prepared to throw it into the kitchen.
"The vacuum of space is cold, isn't it?"
The shock trooper readied his grenade for throwing.
"Well, THIS WILL WARM ALL OF YOU UP!"
Max threw the incendiary grenade into the room, and within milliseconds an explosion was heard and the sounds of a fire igniting was heard. Max taunted right after the explosion was heard.
"And kiss the chef, for today we have a special in the form of grilled Vornem!"
The shock trooper thought he heard a couple hostiles go down in flames-literally-but Max wasn't sure if he could confirm that.
"I think I got two or three of them. Key word I think."​

 

[Viper Actual]

Once the orders from Wilhelm came through de Vries nodded and yanked his joystick to the right. "Roger that Sword Actual, Vulcan 1 breaking off for now." That said the dropship swung around and moved away from the station under the cover of more flares. While it pissed him off having to stay back when the ground team was in trouble there wasn't else to do unless he'd want to risk a court martial.

As he circled the area de Vries updated his HUD with the latest intel on enemy positions with key focus being on the Vornem perimeter team spotted by Kana. While the sniper was no doubt competent (not to mention lethal) Trevor preferred to be on the safe side and began to prepare a strike package for the aforementioned team. "Another dose of 20mm should do the trick." Muttered de Vries to himself while eyeing the blips on his HUD.

While waiting for the go-ahead de Vries noticed the new contacts on radar. IFF-tags marked them as friendlies. "Sword Actual! Friendly bombers are closing in. Are you clear yet?"

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[QizPizza]

FARADAY

As the Vergason breached the kitchen, Faraday went for the crew quarters. With his powers, he had a clear view of the four grunts ransacking the compartment; their nervous systems and harnesses lit up in the darkness like Christmas lights at night. This power was hella-awesome. It was like having wall hacks. Faraday grabbed a flashbang from his plate carrier and primed it, tossing it into the room and walking straight in. Behind his titanium face-plate, the flash didn't even register to him, but it sure did for the grunts.

As he approached, he fired a shotgun slugs at a grunt guarding the airlock that led into the quarters. The next one went into one tearing through a set of lockers. The third grunt was not as easy. Though blind, it rushed at Faraday, blindly firing at the Pararescueman. The plasma bolts rolled off the Castle System on Faraday's EARS, giving the man the opportunity to jam the shotgun under the alien's chin-analogous body part and fire an armor piercing slug through its brain, splattering the ceiling with alien blood. Faraday was about to fire a fourth round into the final grunt, but the horrific click of an empty magtube decided otherwise. Throwing his shotgun aside for the moment, Faraday reached to his back for a tomahawk as the Grunt returned fire. Faraday evaded most of the rounds by hiding behind a bunk and waited until the alien's gun ran dry.

It took way too many seconds, but eventually, the grunt stopped firing. When the firing finally stopped, Faraday to hurled his tomahawk at the grunt. The steel ax embedded itself in the chest of the poorly armored grunt stunning it for a moment, allowing Faraday to close the distance. With his other tomahawk in his hand, he hacked at the neck of the Vornem, digging deep into its spine and putting it out of commission. As he wiped the alien blood off the axes and retrieved his shotgun, he checked in with the rest of the team. It seemed that the air strike was closing in and they're here slaughtering aliens. Just another day on the job, right? "Negative, Vulcan 1! We're trying to make our way to the airlock without getting flanked. ETA on the bombers? Over."

 

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Kana

"Understood. Engaging."


Kana already lined up a shot at the AA placement, just waiting for the Commander's word. She pulled the trigger, sending a bullet down range. She watched through her scope as she saw sparks fly out from the side of the the anti-air gun, the bullet lodging itself into the side of it. Kana loaded another bullet into the chamber, firing a second time. The bullet slammed into the AA placement, more sparks flying out. She could see that the Vornem who were operating it were acting confused and on edge. One of them was inspecting the AA, implying that it was damaged enough to where it was disabled. Kana took another shot at the anti-air placement, aiming for the joint that connected the gun to the tripod it was attached to for stability. She watched as the Vornem jumped back and the gun falling off its tripod. Now they looked pissed. They all had their weapons drawn, trying to find out where the sniper fire was coming from. Kana got back on the radio to inform her team.


"Anti-air is disabled. Vulcan 1, you're clear to re-engage."


Kana reloaded her AMR, then turned her attention to the station. Since she was in a new position, she had a better line of sight into the command center. She could see her team inside through the windows, fighting off the swarms of Vornem trying to flood into the room. Kana watched as Max threw out an incendiary, a group of Vornem bursting in to flames. She couldnt risk taking a shot cause it would cause the room to lose pressure.

She returned to surveying the outside, keeping an eye out for any more Vornem that might move in to take back the station.

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[Togy]

COLIN HARVEY
DROPSHIP THAT MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A NAME
DYING IN SPACE​

In the back of De Vries Dropship, a sleeping Colin, carried by Inertia, slammed his unprotected head into the metallic wall. "Gah-What the fu-!" Colin said as he woke up with a start before he heard the AA fire outside. "What the fuck!? What the fuck!?" Colin said panickedly, attaching putting on his helmet as he picked himself up from the floor and stumbled his way to the cockpit door. He'd been in the military for Nearly 6 years now and he still hadn't developed his space legs. "De Vries? De Vries!? What the hell's going on man!?" Colin asked as he pulled open the door to the cockpit. looking out the window, he saw AA emplacements blow up in a firy display of interstellar fireworks. "Are we in a dogfight!? Was I in a coma or something!?" Colin asked, very, very worried for his life.

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"Negative, Vulcan 1! We're trying to make our way to the airlock without getting flanked. ETA on the bombers? Over."

De Vries looked out through the cockpit window. Even without the HUD lighting up the IFF-tags like stars he could see the bombers clearly. "Thirty seconds at best, over." Then there was another transmission, this time from Kana.

"Anti-air is disabled. Vulcan 1, you're clear to re-engage."

Once again looking outwards as the ship circled, de Vries eyed the surface and with the help of a hull-mounted camera he could see the Vornem below vacating the area around their AA-gun in search of Kana. "Roger that. Vulcan 1 inboun-" The pilot was abruptly cut short as a very confused Colin entered the cockpit. What the hell? I thought everyone made it off?

With one finger pointed at Colin orders were quickly barked out. Time was of the essence. "Harvey! Shut up and get in the gunner's seat! No time to talk!"

Positioned just beside de Vries was the currently empty gunnery seat which was responsible for the nosegun, allowing for more accurate fire. It also controlled the very limited electronic warfare suite installed onboard. It wasn't much (especially not compared to de Vries's usual craft) but it'd have to do.

While waiting for Colin to strap in de Vries began to turn the dropship around for another strafe. He reckoned that Kana could kill maybe one or two more Vornem grunts before they'd managed to zero in on her and bury her in grenades. Thing is, locating enemy snipers could be very difficult when you're busy taking cover from a 20mm cannon shredding your friends into literal pieces.

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[Togy]

COLIN HARVEY
DROPSHIP THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE NAMED
DYING IN SPACE
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"What!? You've seen me shoot, you're putting me in charge of a flak turret!?" Colin yelled over the gunfire and sound of the engines. Looking to the turret, he remembered something about an electronic warfare suite, whatever the hell that was. But hey, it's got electronic in the name, so he's gonna be a natural. Right? Probably. Definitely.

Stumbling towards the turret, he lowered himself into the seat and looked for the controls. As soon as he moved, the entire turret pit shifted. The entire turret must've been on a gyroscope. With that in mind, Colin grabbed the big red trigger sticking out towards him and began to lean forwards to see the battlefield. He could see some grunts crawling on the roof of the station and some more scrambling towards the broken AA turrets. Aiming towards the one's running for the AA guns, he let loose a barrage of lead. Though his aiming wasn't spot on by a long shot, holes still rippled through the gun platform and little explosions tore through the blackness of space due to the Incendiary rounds. The platform was completely separataed from the station now, causing it to float away with a grunt that had miraculously survived the barrage.

Turning to aim at the grunts on the roof, Colin let loose another hail of lead right at them. The rounds shot right through the roof of the station, turning the grunts into a blue mist and making high caliber bullets ping around in the interior of the station. Oxygen began to fly out of the whole in the roof at high speeds, causing the holes to widen. A control console crashed through the roof due to being sucked up, causing furniture and grunts from the interior to fly out into space.

"Uhoh" Colin murmured. Hopping onto his comms, he said "Role call people! Did I just vent one of my coworkers into space?".

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Max Braum
Status: OK if not very dismayed
Actions: Freeing Self from... an incident with venting out

"Dammit Colin, watch your fire next time!" ( Togy )
Max's annoyed voice came over comms as the shock trooper found himself flying towards the new hole. Thing is, Max wasn't afraid-there was a reason why he didn't activate his mag boots.
It was to close the new hole and position himself at the same time. Max extended a hand towards the hole, and the wall begun to magically close.
It would have been a perfect move. Max would have advanced unexpectedly, throwing the enemy off, and at no cost. There was just one, really, really small problem.
Max didn't work fast enough to completely close the hole, but he wasn't being vented out either. Max had managed to make the circular hole into a smaller triangular hole.
Rather, Max's head was now poking through the hole as the shock trooper found himself stuck.
"You have to-"
"I appear to be stuck."
Max began creating a dome of metal over his head to free himself from the vacuum, but those attentive would hear a slightly humiliated tone in the shock trooper's voice.​

 

[Kabboom]

Wilhelm

"Then get un-stuck, Braum! Get your Toblerone ass back into action!" Wilhelm barked into the comms, letting some of his thoughts slip. The Commons Room was commanding most of his attention, and he intended to give its new occupants the welcoming gift they've earned. A light squeeze of the trigger plants a few more rounds into a grunt, killing off the last of the 6 or so Vornem combatants in the Commons Room. With barely a moment of respite, he glanced at his HUD, along with sensor data logged into his suit.

From a glance, he could tell his team was doing work. Braum cleaned up some hostiles in the Kitchen with an incendiary grenade, while Faraday just cleared the Crew Quarters singlehandedly. Overhead, that sleazeball Colin seems to have woken up (why did they even let him go on this op) and Vulcan 1 is whooping ass properly, with help from Kana's sharpshooting. One hell of a team.

Without missing a beat, Sanderson was maneuvering to the next position in this dance of death. The survivors of Braum's kitchen attack have fled through the airlock to the Canteen, where they seem to be catching a break. Kicking the door in, Wilhelm tossed a grenade into the compact room, and he moved in after the bang that followed. Mopping up the 3 survivors, Wilhelm begun moving back to the command center through the Commons Room. The bombers should be here soon.

"Alright, everyone. Return to dropship. Vulcan 1, get down here--" He was interrupted.


Cpt. Donald Avery, Carrier Air Wing 7

Moving onto target was smooth as butter. Some enemy gunfire was going on, with the team's dropship doing flybys of the area nearby. Impressive, although it did hammer home the fact that the Vornem were here in humanity's solar system. Guess Avery himself lost a bet to one of the boys back at base. No matter. A press of a button sends electronic signals back to the rear, handing over full targeting control to his RIO and opening the bomb bay doors. The payload of JDAMs are prepped and ready for--

His number 2 soon came up on the comms. "Python 2 here, I'm getting a lock-on reading!" A missile soon appeared on Avery's radar, and he spotted the thing with his eyes. The projectile was an ugly corkscrew shape, trailing a weird blue trail behind it as it darted forward and connected with Python 2's right wing. Spiraling out of control, the bomber's pilot screamed as he crashed onto the asteroid's surface, exploding. A barrage of 'machine gun' fire swept close to Donald Avery's own bomber, as he jerked his control stick just in time to avoid it.

Waving off, he saw the alien culprit decloak and enter pursuit, matching his speed far behind. "Python 2 is down! I'm under pursuit from hostile spacecraft! He's on my tail!" Avery blurted into the comms, breaking left just in time to escape another corkscrew missile. The damn aliens had a cloaked ship just waiting for the bombers. Damn bastards!


Wilhelm

Hearing the news, and the transmission from Python 1 made his heart sink into his belly. Another variable in the mix. This was getting too much for a small skirmish. "Kana, I want you to commandeer a hostile anti-air gun. See if you can help Python 1 out. Everyone else--" his commands were cut short from a side-splitting kick, sending him flying. Crashing into a panel in the Command Center, Wilhelm regained his senses to see a Vornem grunt with a funky looking sword, charging at him.

Reaching for his Ruger Strikeforce .45, he squeezed out a shot that connected with the grunt's chest, with Sean Callaghan's shotgun finishing the job by blowing out its intestines, leaving the grunt to collapse midway through the airlock. Grabbing the Scotsman's arm and pulling himself up, Sanderson nodded towards the man. Imagine how surprised he was when Sean Callaghan's biological arm came off.

A cloaked Vornem, standing a head taller than the grunts, decloaked in front of Wilhelm and cut off Sean's arm with an energy sword. You can't make this shit up. The injured teammate was then punched out of the way by the alien, then it directed its attention at him, plunging the sword down onto his stomach. Quickly deploying his own machete to counteract, he deflected the thing away and responded with a swing to its face. The alien backed off, and its retinue of sword-grunts soon flooded in through the Commons Room airlock.

So this must be the big guy. Nice.

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[Viper Actual]

Slapping Colin at the back of his head when nearly caused a blue-on-blue incident de Vries managed to get out but one curse before one of the bombers got swatted out of the sky. Fuck.

Yanking the piloting stick to angle the dropship Trevor glanced over to Colin for a brief moment before speaking into the radio. "All stations this is Vulcan 1. We're swinging around on a attack vector. Python 2 stand by for support."

Having said that the dropship accelerated, putting at a intercept course with the now-decloaked enemy craft.

Trevor looked at Colin.
"There's no point in trying to land with that thing around. We need to take it out, got it?"

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