Futuristic Hostile Contact IC

[Kabboom]

HOSTILE CONTACT

Nobody really said a thing on New Year's Eve. 2057 passed without much celebration or hopefulness. No, it's not because humanity was suddenly hit by some kind of brain-rotting virus that quickly enslaved us all. And it's not because we've also passed onto some higher form of consciousness where celebration of new years is trivial. Nah, get that shit outta here. Nobody celebrated 2057 because of 2056. Because of the Vornem.

These aliens bombed New Olympus, our largest and most advanced colony on Mars. This Star Empire of theirs was in an intergalactic cold war with another government, the Interspecies Confederacy, who we were in kahoots with. Now, as you all know, the Confederacy is a bunch of member states of different races, and because we've been friends but haven't been made into an official member state yet, it means the Vornems can attack us without provoking all out war, bla bla, been there done that. Long story short, some aliens are gonna head out, arrive in the Solar system, and attempt to kick our asses off the face of existence before the Confeds can back us up in any meaningful way.

Hopefully, with Sword Battalion, and the rest of the boys, that won't happen. The Coalition Of Nations of Earth (CONE) has unanimously agreed to pump funding into its defenses and military forces, as the human race prepares to go to war. Whatever resentments we have with each other will have to wait - kill the Vornems first, then we can go back to killing ourselves, that kind of stuff. With a few skirmishes here and there already taking place in our Solar system, there is no doubt that a Vornem force is already near.

Happy New Year, people. Let's get to work.

ARC 1: That's No Moon

A perimeter station on the Saturn ring cluster, named SDS-445, has gone dark. A contingent of Interplanetary Military troops have been sent to investigate the station, but they've gone dark as well. Furthermore, signature scans of SDS-445 continue to reveal anomalies in energy readings, but long range visual recon of the site from other perimeter stations yield no results.

A Sword Battalion unit has been chosen to investigate this perimeter station. Command suggests the Vornem may have already gotten to the place, but there is no concrete proof of this yet. Your dropship lurches into position, and you see the asteroids coursing around the ship as it moves towards the station. A monotone voice echoes from the onboard radio, "90 seconds, get ready. Once you're on-target, Vulcan 1 will hang back and standby. Pilot out."

 

[Kabboom]

Wilhelm

The humming of the dropship was rather soothing. It's amazing how quickly the Germans churn out good shit when they have something to kill. The thing was old-gen, retrofitted with a few enhancements that came out of the whole technological exchange with the Confederacy, but it flew like it was born to do this spaceship shit. Sanders fixed his gear a bit, keeping an eye fixed on the other occupants of the dropship as he did so. His armor was... special, to say the least, and not special like the tin-can assault trooper sitting opposite him (it's like someone took a look at a Toblerone bar and thought it would make for a good armor suit). He was hesitant himself when he got handed the thing, but seeing as he's been put in charge of this team, he ought to get the best comms equipment he can get.

He'd read up on most of their profiles, and he's even met a fair few of them before. Archer's profile was neat and tidy, but those were the parts that weren't covered in black ink. The others had various military experiences, certainly none as wobbly and janky as his own, but Wilhelm was satisfied that he wasn't handed a bunch of green recruits for his first op. New Olympus really brought all of us together.

Well, an icebreaker certainly wouldn't hurt. "So. Anyone got suggestions for when we get down there?"

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kana was towards the back of the dropship, sitting down on one of the benches attached to the side of the hull. In her lap was her AMR-24. From the briefing, they said that there were some ridges that overlook the station they were headed to. However, they were a few miles away from the site itself. Because of the distance, Kana opted to take her AMR with her on this mission instead of her Whisper. For the most part, all her armor was one aside from her helmet, which was beside her on the bench

She was doing some final checks, making sure her gun was mechanically working. After a quick once-over, she got up, holding the gun beside her, the stock resting on the ground and her hand holding onto the barrel. Kana looked down to make sure her pistol was holstered to her thigh. When she heard Wilhelm speak up, she glanced over to him and the others in the dropship. She havent had the time to properly get to know any of them, but she had the chance of reading their profiles.

Kana remained silent for a bit, seeing if anyone else wanted to jump ahead and speak up. When no one spoke up, she decided to take the leap and go first.

"I was planning to set up on the ridge east side of the station. In any case, the Vornem might come back with more of them. so it'll be good for one of us to keep watch"

 

[GolemGuy]

Sean Callaghan

Sean was at the back of the drop ship, tossing some explosives up and down with his face-mask opened. His prosthetic left arm lay beside him. His left stump was covered in wiring and electronics in order to properly communicate the brain's electrical signals from the neurons to the prosthetic. A few burn scars lay over the skin of the left arm. A thermos filled with Premium Guinness was to his right, the amount measured by a small device on the side.

He stood up, grabbing the Guinness and his arm. He inserted the arm into the socket on his left, a whirring of mechanical-sounds erupted for a brief moment as the neurons synced with the hardware. He took a swig of the Guinness, with the amount left in the thermos dropping greatly, nearly empty. He grabbed his handgun, shotgun, and famed grenade launcher. His own personal grenades and explosives were already secured to his EARS. The protective face-mask.

"Well, I believe that we should first of all, kill those xeno bastards. Maybe take back the station, maybe blow it up. Either works."​

 

[QizPizza]

FARADAY

Anthony Faris sat in his seat with none of the safety harnesses holding him down. He was used to dropship landings after having experienced thousands of them over the course of his service in the NASA's ISF. The man took his time loading his M247, attaching the large box magazine to the "Sustained Assault Strike Rifle". What a load of bull. It was an under-powered, overweight snail's LMG if he'd ever saw one. The Captain suspected that the only way its manufacturers could sell it was by marketing it as an assault rifle, but at least it shot like a laser or at least something close to it. With the belt of ammunition in the gun, Faris attached it to the hardpoint on his exoskeleton's backpack. Combing his hair back with his gloved hand, Faris donned his heavy helmet and booted up the HUD to see the interior of the dropship in augmented reality vision.

He looked over the IFF tags of the teammates sitting around him: Mitsu, the marksman; Callaghan, the sapper; Braum, the pyramid head; and Sanderson, the commander. From what he could tell on his first impression, they were all just as experienced if not more so than he was. That was good. Everyone was a professional, though Faris wondered just how seriously he would be taken with the NASA ISF logo slapped on his shoulder. The ISF wasn't a particularly renowned organization. It wasn't that it was bad at its job, it's just that it didn't do much of all. They were like the mall-cops of private security world.

He took his shotgun from his side and turned it upside down and began loading it with armor-piercing slugs; buckshot wasn't going to deal any damage to anything more than a sheet of kevlar. Faris listened to Mitsu and Callaghan's plans for the mission. Mitsu's was a good play, Callaghan...less so. Blowing crap up was not a plan by any measure. He had to be joking. In his light southern accent, Faris made his proposal, "You better be kiddin', Callaghan, that's not a plan. I'm takin' anyone of y'all to secure and extract any survivors we encounter. I say we secure a set of airlocks for exfil first and then start sweeping the station module by module."

 

[GearBlade654]

Max Braum
Mental Status: OK if not a little bothered by the fact he's in a plane
Physical Status: OK

Max was slightly nervous, but honestly, it wasn't a fullblown panic. The shock trooper was taking it fairly well-he simply was a little nervous as he always was prior to a mission, and the fact he was on a plane. But Max was confident that whatever was there, they would not be able to withstand the emptying of a MP42 clip into their head-especially a clip full of incendiary ammo. The shock trooper looked around him, and took note of his teammates. Sanderson the leader, Mitsu the sharpshooter, Callaghan the demolitions expert, and Faris the medic.
All in all, a solid lineup. And people Braum knew he could count on.
Even if his armor had made him the butt of quite a few jokes lately. Ballerina was one, and by far the most tame.
Braum looked at Sanderson, acknowledging his question.
"I'll take point when we investigate. My EARS can take a beating if needed, and I'd love to see these damn Vornem try to fight when I've set them on fire."​

 

[Trappy]

Archer

"I'm inclined to agree with Captain Faris's suggestion." The man sitting adjacent to Commander Sanderson had been quiet for most of the ride, busy with a small tablet in his hands. William had taken the liberty prep for the mission beforehand. He'd done his homework and has been reviewing them: configurations and schematics of station SDS-445. What was once a supply depot for ice miners in the gas giant's ring had been significantly expanded to accomodate a garrison of around 50 personnel - standard outfit consisted of 20 marines and 30 staffs. William looked up to address the rest of his colleagues, and continued: "The station had 50 occupants the last time it registered, plus the sortie that was sent out here looking for them before us. There are bound to be survivors."

He paused, scrolling through the tablet, before continuing: "The command centre should be at the centre of the station, equidistant to every main airlocks. Good to hear you are keen for action, Braum." William nodded to address the man. "It may be worth while to recover their latest sensor logs. Find out what happened to them. I'd like to investigate, with the Commander's permission."

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[GolemGuy]

Sean Callaghan

"Oh Anthony, I'm just pullin' yer leg. No, detonating the station is not an option in any ways. And yes, we should secure and extract survivors, hostages are an enemy's biggest weapon. Most likely, if it's the xenos, the airlocks are welded shut. Using shotguns to breach the airlocks won't be an option, those only work with hinged doors." Sean pulled off a small latching mine from a magnetic holder. "This right 'ere is a Thermite Friction Burner. Don't know exactly how it works, but I know what it does. It's able to heat around itself around two meters, just enough for most of us to squeeze in there. It melts the surface, but doesn't melt itself. Tungsten."

"And just remember, don't split up. That's a recipe for disaster. Assuming again this is work of xenos and not terrorists, they outnumber us by a large number and will more than likely pick us off if we divide and conquer. We must work as a unit." Sean inspected his SPAS-17. Loaded within it were breaching rounds. Powerful enough to certainly remove a skull form any alien bastard around.


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[SkyHawk MK IV]

Hazel Scott

Seated in the middle of the craft, with the Minotaur suit already on minus the helmet which sat in her lap, Hazel wasn't bothered by the chatter at first until Sean brought up the idea of blowing up the station. Initially, not able to decide whether or not the man was serious with his idea only to have it shot down by the other members of the party, thankfully. As time ticked by, Hazel performed one last check of everything with, weapons, ammunition, smoke launchers as getting caught with faulty equipment wouldn't be her greatest moment.

Speaking up after the routine checks, now knowing that Sean was just pulling everyone's leg...so far "I agree as well with Faris' plan. Best to make an exit and run if shit hits the fan. Don't want to be caught in a place like this with no exit." Looking around at the party once again, Hazel got ready to put her helmet as the target neared. She was kind of nervous, partly due to Sean's love of anything that goes boom and partly due to that they didn't really know what was in the station until they got the doors open. Letting out deep breaths, Hazel tilted her head back against the interior wall, letting her mind drift off elsewhere.

 

[Kabboom]

Wilhelm

Everyone's plan was solid, concrete - even Sean's plan too, after making it clear he was just fucking about. At least the team synergy isn't terrible, like some of the missions he's been on... Regardless, the team composition was not perfectly balanced, so Wil's gonna have to kick desk-jockey ass when he gets back to base. Who the hell sends a recon team with three MG gunners? Granted, one of them was a Pararescue guy, but at least they could've got him a better uniform. ISF's really out of style these days, no market expansion, no big-ass budget, no nothing. Mitsu's suggestion wasn't exactly fool-proof, but it beats lugging an AMR in close quarters without a reliable backup weapon. She'd be exposed and left alone if dropped at the ridge like she suggested, none of the team would be able to support her if something goes wrong on her end.

If this really is a Vornem attack, then it would somewhat explain the weird energy signatures he had been briefed on. If it's terrorists, then that means the terrorists just got a big upgrade in combat skill, which is highly unlikely. The IM unit had gone dark too, which means going through the front door was useless - they wouldn't send Swords to do an IM errand. This is something big, something Command should be telling us all about. They're hiding shit from us, which is expected, but on an op like this? If there really was any intel about a credible threat, then wouldn't it be better if they briefed him about it?

The pilot's voice appeared again. "50 seconds. Visual on target. Beginning approach." Lurching forward in speed a bit, the dropship accelerated to match the approach vector that the flight computer had sketched up, or something like that. They were gonna get in hard and fast, to reduce the chances of getting shot down on approach. The lone superiority fighter accompanying the dropship, callsign Garuda 1, can be seen through the windows, waving off at a safe distance. The team can't see the station yet, but Wil had a copy of SDS-445's schematics on his screen.

Projecting the schematics on his forearm visor for the whole team to see, Wil carried on with his thinking. "It's settled, then. We're going in from the roof, use Sean's Burner to drop down into the airlock next to the command center. If there's any survivors left, chances are they're in there, so let's try not to kill any. We'll breach in, grab any sensor logs worth grabbing, then we clean the rest of the station from there. Mitsu, you can be dropped off on the ridge after Vulcan 1's made station entry. Any questions?"

 

[QizPizza]

FARADAY

When Faraday had loaded the shotgun's mag tube up to the max, he decided to do a little trick one of his buddies taught him. He pulled the bolt back to load a shell into the feeder but didn't let it slide into place. Instead, he only let it slide forward far enough to clear the loading port. He then took two slugs from his belt, loading one into the chamber and one more into the mag tube now that one round was in the feeder. With the two extra shells loaded in, Faraday released the bold and let the shotgun load the shell in the chamber. He had just turned a 10 round shotgun into a 10+2 shotgun.

As the 50 second warning went off, Faraday stood up and wrapped his left hand around a grab bar to stabilize himself. Sanderson had given a solid plan and Callaghan actually had a method of breaching. If the demolitions man had anything less, he might have to reconsider his specialty. With shotgun in hand, Faraday lowered the solid titanium faceplate over his visor, shutting off his vision and relying on his powers to see instead. "Only one, sir. Goin' in hard and fast sounds good, but do we have any volunteers want to take point when we breach? If not, I will."

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kana

Kana listed to the others as they voiced their ideas on how to handle this assignment. She was a bit skeptical at first when Sean spoke up but was relieved when the demolitions expert clarified the joke and made an actual suggestion. One that seemed pretty sound. She continued to listen to the others, remaining quiet. It didnt take long that everyone was settled on making this a rescue and recovery op.

Her thinking was interrupted when she heard the pilot's announcement over the speakers. Kana lifted up her rifle from the floor, sliding it into the clips on the back of her armor. Thanks to her Buckler system, it was able to distribute the weight of the gun across her entire back, making it easier to carry. With her hands free, she held onto another grab bar, looking out the small window on the side doors of the dropship. She couldnt see the station. All she saw was rocks and empty space.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a faint blue light. Turning her head, she saw that the Commander of the group, Wilhelm, was projecting the schematics of the station. She turned her attention to his voice, listening as she studied the diagram. When he mentioned her name, she gave a nod of acknowledgement. She knew very well that she would be alone, so she would have to watch her own back. But it wouldnt be the first time Kana was in that position.

She reached behind her head, grasping her hair. Quickly tying it up so it was out of the way, she reached for her helmet, sliding it on to her head. She left the faceplate up for now as she waited for the dropship to reach the landing zone.

 

[Kabboom]

Wilhelm

"Braum's taking point. You're welcome to follow behind him." Wilhelm nodded to Faraday, and finalized his entry plan for the team to hear. They were going to enter from the roof, with an exception of Kana Mitsu, who will be subsequently dropped on a ridge for outside overwatch and recon. Breach into the airlock, then into the command center. Collect the stuff, and clean the rest of the station from there. If there is too much contact, they cut their losses and retreat out through any means possible, and wait for backup. Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but better to have an unused plan than no plan.

The pilot's voice comes up again, and Wilhelm braces himself against the rear door. "It's go time, everyone. Lock n' load." The humming of the dropship could be heard subsiding, as the station's parent asteroid came into clear view outside the window. 30 seconds. The craters on this larger-than-average asteroid appear clearer, and slimmers of SDS-445's sleek white exterior can be spotted. 20 seconds. Sanderson slides his own faceplate down, replacing his carved up face with a navy blue skull.

10 seconds. 5 seconds. And... go.

The rear door opened with an audible hiss that soon disappeared into the deep vacuum. His oxygen count popped up on his HUD, and he was the first off the ship. The roof of the station was flat, and mostly unmarked, which made identifying the interior difficult if you didn’t have the schematics.

His boots clamp onto the roof magnetically, with the asteroid’s meager gravity requiring no cushioning, even from a 10 meter drop. Scanning the horizon as he waited for the rest of the team to descend, Wilhelm found nothing conspicuous, aside from the empty parked IM dropship near the front of the station. Double-checking the schematics, Wilhelm tapped the section that needed breaching with his hands, and nodded to Sean “On you.”

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[GolemGuy]

Sean Callaghan

Sean, at the call of Wilhelm, leaped from the shuttle. He plummeted towards the asteroid for a few seconds, before the magnets in his boots caught onto the metal of the station, along with the stabilizers on his boots. The hydraulics in his EARS' exoskeleton smoothed smoothly to attempt to cushion an unneeded fall. He stood up quickly, and moved to where Wilhem had indicated. "This will take but a moment..." Sean spoke, placing and configuring the Thermite Friction Burner.

The burner took a while to set up, three arms extended from the main body to secure the device. Several magnets held the contraption. Then, a light whirring could've been heard, as the metal under the device began to superheat, turning white and red, until around a two-meter diameter circle was easily defined, but not detached, yet. Sean picked up the device, revealing the white hot metal under it. He took out his SPAS-17, and gently tapped the metal in the middle. Like magic, the metal quickly and quietly dripped or crumbled into flakes that barely had made a sound.

"I'll hold the rear, you guys drop down and clear any immediate hostiles, I'll get in after."

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[LoneSniper87]

Tess Kindellan

Space was always something I had some interest in. I wanted to go design spacecraft, and help colonize the far reaches of space. Then, well. I enlisted, got my hand blown off, re-enlisted, my home got bombed and practically evaporated, I developed a sixth sense through some sort of alien blood transfusion, sleep has pervaded me in any large quantities... in short? Life has been a mess, and I'm far from any sort of Aeronautics Engineering degree.

So here I sat, with Wilhelm, a man I knew well. Sean, a name I knew in passing due to her own dealings. Then Kana, Hazel, Archer, and Faraday. My squad mates, people I was expected to protect with her life, and people I didn’t know well enough. I readied my Steyr as I dropped, the sound absent in the vacuum of space as I landed softly. I looked around once more at those who dropped, the hole coming out just as I had landed, observing those around us once more. We all were talented in our own right, I suppose. No other reason they’d shoot us up with Confederate blood to protect humanity.

“I got first go.” She said, waiting half a moment to see if anyone objected before she dropped down, making sure the hallway was clear. Two shells ejected from her rifle, sound still absent as she dropped two people. “Targets down, clear to move in.”

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kana

At the 30 second warning, Kana pressed a button on the side of her helmet, the faceplate dropping down and locking in place, forming an airtight seal. Her HUD came online, her teammates being highlighted with little markers on the center of their body. Her oxygen level was displayed in the corner of her vision. Kana looked out the window again, this time seeing part of the station coming into view. She couldnt see much since it was a side window.

At the 10 second warning, her grip on the grab bar tightened as she braced herself for the doors to open. The rear door opened and she felt the initial tug of the vacuum as the air rushed out of the holding area. Kana watched as the rest of her teammates dropped down onto the roof of the station. It wasnt long before she was the only one left. The doors closed and the hold was re-pressurized. Kana moved towards the back so she was closer to the doors. It didnt take long at all for the dropship to reach the ridge and the pilot gave her the 5 second warning.

The dropship slowed and the doors opened up again. Kana jumped out quickly, landing on the ground softly due to the gravity. She watched as the dropship left the area, then turned in the direction of the station. From the looks of it, she was at most a couple miles out. She could see the station clearly, but she was too far away to make out any bodies or anything.

Kana reached behind her, unclipping her AMR from the armor and pressed a button on the side of the trigger handle. The integrated bipod legs extended out as she set the gun down on the ground. She took one more look around the surrounding area before laying down on the ground. Looking through her scope, she focused her attention on the others, who she could see clearly through the scopes zoom. She watched as they dropped down through the roof, then shifted her attention to surveying the area, keeping an eye out for any uninvited guests that could arrive.

 

[Kabboom]

Wilhelm

Descending down right after Tess, Wilhelm spotted the two threats down the hallway: two humanoids, with what look to be weapons in their hands. The way they were hunched over indicated some weird shit was going on with their spines. Before he could call contact, two shots echoed out briefly through the depressurizing room, and the two bodies dropped to the ground without a thud. Seems like her trigger finger's still fast as always. "Call your contacts next time, Tess. Rest of the team, we have contact, two tangos down - Sean, get down here and breach the airlock, Tess and I will take care of the rear."

The airlock was certainly a lot longer than conventional space station airlocks, extending like a small airlocked hallway which led to the other quarters. Approaching closer, the two humanoid figures became clearer and clearer to Wilhelm. Turning on his flashlight, he took a closer look at them. God damn, this was a bad mission. Their advanced looking yet alien harnesses, their split mandible faces, their hunchback spinal protrusions, their all-black pearl eyes. Goddamn, these are Vornem grunts- well, the slave species assigned to be their grunts.

"Sword 1 to Command, Vornem force on SDS-445! I repeat, we have Vornem on 445!" Wilhelm quickly reported to the rest of his team and Command. Keeping his rifle trained on the other airlock, the one that didn't lead to the command center, Sanderson waited for his team to get in, and for a response from Command. His radio cracked up after a short while.

"Copy your last. Grab whatever you can, and destroy anything you can't, then get the hell out of there. Air support en route, ETA 3 minutes. Command out." Pausing for a bit, Wilhelm nodded to himself. Keeping his eyes still trained on the two dead grunts, he switched back to team comms. "Get that airlock open, people. We got three minutes!"

 

[QizPizza]

FARADAY

By the time the dropship doors depressurized and opened, Faraday was already at the edge of the door. He waited until his commanding officer gave the order to jump, but it looked like the only order he gave was by example. Faraday used his exoskeleton's thrusters pack to push himself a bit faster towards the target than the others. As he landed with a dull thud against the station's played exterior, his suit did all the work making it feel like he was landing on the moon.

There, he waited several long moments while Callaghan set up the Thermite Friction Burner for the breech. As the sapper got things set up, Faraday kept his power active, trying to probe the 30m area around him. Unfortunately, "seeing" inside of the station was difficult, given the standard electromagnetic shields used to protect ships and stations from solar radiation. It just looked like a big solid wall of electricity from where Faraday was standing. Once he got inside though, he should get a much better picture of the area around them. No surprises were needed.

Once Callaghan breached the hull of the station, Faraday hopped down with Sanderson and Kindellan. Before he even touched the floor of the station, he already noticed the abnormal electrical signals coming from down the hall. He had hoped that they would have time to extract survivors, but there probably weren't any left. Bringing his shotgun up, Faraday took aim, but Kindellan beat him to the punch. He didn't like that. She didn't even confirm the targets before opening fire. For all she knew, they could've been injured civilians. Faraday kept it to himself; he'd express his opinion when they got debriefed. In the meanwhile, they had a station to clear.

The Pararescueman positioned himself at the airlock as lightning began to cackle through his gloves. He placed his fingertips on the control panel and sending a surge of electricity to fry the locking mechanism. All that was left was to pull it open, "Locking mechanism is down. Prep your bangs for breach. Opening the airlock in 5 seconds."

 

[LoneSniper87]

Tess Kindellan

And that’s what they get for stepping on our turf. They wouldn’t even know what him, it was successive shots to the head did both Vornem. She sighed out a breath as two others dropped near her, and registered WIlhelm’s voice as addressing her.

“Understood...” She replied, a bit on the abrasive side as she turned and kneeled, aiming at the door they prepared to breach.

 

[FabulousTrash]

Kana

Aside from her breathing and the occasional radio chatter, it was dead silent outside. Kana didnt mind, however. Less distractions allowed her to concentrate her focus more. While the rest of the team was working their way through the station, she was constantly watching the surrounding area, sweeping her gaze back and forth every now and then. Sometimes, she would raise her head away from her scope so she could see the entire area without having to move too much.

When Wilhelm's voice came over the comms, she shifted her attention to the part of the station where they entered from. At the moment he mentioned Vornem were present, she became more alert. Propping herself up for a moment, she reached over to her left arm where there was a screen on her forearm, allowing her to control the systems on her armor. With the press of a button, her cloak activated. On her HUD, a status indicator popped up, alerting her that the cloak was active. The optical sensors inside her helmet allowed her to see herself, so the indicator was critical.

Returning to laying down, she peaked through the scope of her AMR, continuing her sweeps. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement through one of the windows of the station's large storage hold. She shifted her gaze, trying to ID what she saw. Reaching up with her free hand, she increased the zoom of her scope to get a picture. It didnt take long to realize that it was more Vornem. She quickly called it out on the radio.

"Commander, I have visual on another Vornem patrol in the station, storage hold to be specific. Looks like 3 targets. Intention unknown."

Kana kept her finger away from the trigger. Back in her time in the SEALs, she was trained to never fire a shot unless she was given permission to, or if the situation was dire. One reckless shot could compromise the entire operation.

"Waiting on your instructions. It doesnt look like they'll be leaving the area anytime soon. They could be guarding the secondary entrance."

From the schematic that was shown before they landed, the station had two entrances/exits. One by the landing area and one in the storage area, which was a large blast door.

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[GearBlade654]

Max Braum
Mental Status: OK
Physical Status: OK

"Roger that, Faraday. I'll launch smoke grenades the second the door opens."
Max had been fast to follow the Pararescueman ( QizPizza ), wordlessly following him and preparing for action after Callaghan breached the station's doors. The shock trooper took note of the dead grunts that one of his allies had felled.
Hideous didn't begin to describe them, at least in Max's eyes. Good thing they could be killed.
Reflecting on the Vornem grunts wouldn't do much good right now, though. Max was right by the airlock, MP42 at the ready. There wasn't much he could do besides quietly wait by the airlock station and get ready to go in guns blazing... if that was the plan.
"Ready to go. You guys?"​

 

[GolemGuy]

Sean Callaghan

Sean shook up two small explosives on a magnetic grip, readying them for the assault. The chemicals inside them stirred for a moment, before the pressure in the capsule began to build up. "Poppers, ready to go." He carefully attached the explosives back onto the grips, a hard enough impact, and they would release their payload too early. Sean focused his Franchi at the door, a preemptive move in case any Xeno Scum were stupidly at the door.

He affixed his knife sloppily to the shotgun, a makeshift bayonet. He quickly had a thought. He put the Franchi back on a magnetic grip, exchanging it for his Punisher. 'Just like in the GIGN' he thought to himself. He grabbed one of the Poppers in his other hand, tossing it up methodically up and down like the other explosive he had on the dropship. He shook up the explosive a bit more, with the metal husk around it beginning to bend and buckle from the internal pressure.

"Let's show these Xenos what makes us human, shall we?" Sean asked in a mocking tone.

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[Kabboom]

Wilhelm

The station itself was relatively unimportant. SDS-445 was simply a depot that got gradually upscaled, as the CONE slowly expanded on the Saturn rings, with minimal strategic or even operational importance. With aliens in the equation however, shit changes. Considering this is the first time the Vornem have ever successfully taken over a human installation, there's no telling what kind of shit they can pull and deduce from the tech and gear they grab from SDS-445. The battle plans they could form or revise, the tactics they could refine.

Wilhelm changed his mind about Sean's joke. This station's going, along with everything they can't bring with them.

The airlock door to the command center opened behind him, as Faraday's flashbang went in as soon as it was physically possible to. A large bang went off, or at least tried to, as the air rushed out of the command center and out the unsecured airlock. The sound cut off abruptly, but the blinding flash was enough to neutralize anyone inside. A lot of garbage would rush out of the recently opened airlock: soda cans, cups, mugs, pictures, water bottles, anything that wasn't bolted down. The command center itself resembled a regular office, with the only differences being the slightly more expensive computers and terminals in the center, along with a few TV screens mounted on the walls.

It seems the Vornem were already here, judging by the two human corpses with nasty wounds in their torsos, sprawled over the central table. Five grunts, the same species as the ones Tess killed, were in the middle of lifting and moving terminals, chairs, and other stuff of interest, before the flashbang hit them. Three stood near the central table, dazzled by the light, while the other two were near an airlock door to the far right of the team's entry, hastily dropping a computer terminal from the ambush. One of them was going for their gun- spike-tube- shooty thing.

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Max Braum
Mental Status: OK
Physical Status: OK
"I see them! Good! It was starting to get boring over here!"
Braum wasted no time in dashing through the door the second the flashbang went off. The shock trooper had done this plenty of times back in the military, and while these Vornem were new, Braum was certain his usual tactics of dashing in and mulching any enemies unfortunate enough to be near would work out.
Taking note of the Vornem grunt getting ready to open fire, Braum's dash went right towards the grunt.
"There's a tango attempting to open fire, neutralizing!"
Braum immediately opened fire on the grunt mid dash with his MP42, while continuing his dash towards the grunt. If his rounds hit... well, incendiary rounds aren't a pleasant thing to be hit by.
The grunt was killed on the spot by the storm of rounds. Braum didn't bother checking-the incendiary rounds would likely finish the job.
"Got the tango. Weird weaponry they got there."​

 

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Sean Callaghan

"I got the one on the far left!" Sean shouted, acting quickly and calculated. At an instant, he fired a shot from his Punisher at where he assumed the jaw would be. He wasted no time into tackling the one he had called out, as Mr. 10th Century Crusader ran down and mangled another. Sean was more methodical with his adversary. He walloped the bloke a good bit in the head with his prosthetic arm, before pinning down the poor, poor, xeno bastard. At that moment, Sean's previous history with the all ever so infamous Irish Republican Army came to mind.

Instead of simply killing the xeno, quick and done, he had fun with his prey. He drew his shotgun, and drove the knife underneath the shoulder joint, and stood up, pinning down the thing with his leg. He placed his SPAS-17 against one of the knees before firing at point-blank. The eruption of the shells would have destroyed any armor or bone, let alone dismantle the entire leg in the first place. Deciding it was too much of a hassle to do it again, Sean shoved a Popper up the remnants of the thigh, easily fitting into the missing socket of bone and tissue.

"See you in the depths of hell, you fecking xeno gobshite." Sean stepped back a few meters, before firing another shot from his Punisher. The superacid concoction would have most definitely melted through any biomass, body glove, or armor, exposing whoever in there to the vacuum of space.​