AWD #501: Beans Redux
Beans Redux
Summary: The marines make what they hope is their last trip to recover calabar beans for Intel.
Date: 04/11/2016
Related Logs: Beans: The Musical Fruit
Mallas Randy Angelis Gray Miri 
Back End of Nowhere, Aerlion
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AWD #501

Maybe it's because the Lieutenant is still recovering from his last jaunt, maybe it's because Randy's had prior experience on this particular task, but for whatever reason Randy finds herself in charge of a squad of Orion's marines as they hurtle their way through Aerlion's atmosphere in one of the two rhinos. Turrets are manned, and Dannyboy keeps his eyes on the DRADIS, but despite a couple of close calls, insertion is managed without major incident. Landing in a quiet spot a short distance from a sweeping warehouse facility the brief is simple, get in, secure as many calabar beans are possible, and then either secure a landing site for the rhino to move to, or find a way to get them back and loaded undetected. Why do intel want beans? Who knows, but they're adamant about needing as many tones as the marines can get, and someone must agree that it's serious to have authorised use of the Rhinos. As the marines pile out it's dark, and quiet, so very, very quiet. Almost dead silent even, with just the occasional sound of native wildlife, and the faint glow of light from behind the hill in the direction of the facility.

Deja vu? Yes, but at least this time they came in a Rhino instead of some dinky armoured Raptor. "Last time we went shopping, Rakes and I got a few barrels from the Costlow." Randys dressed in her heavy battle armour. She brought her good old trusty rifle, a pair of grenades, and a pack that has a crowbar sticking out the back of it. Who knows what else is in there. Probably more regular engineering type kit tools. Slung at her hip is her basic EOD field kit.

As they dismount the Rhino, Tabi takes a moment to check over her gear. Gloved fingers run over her armour, making sure everything's fastened securely, then she reviews her weapons and makes certain that her rifle and sidearm are set to red and ready to go. Once off, she stands off to the side and waits for orders.

"Beans?" Mallas is incredulous on the ride over. He wasn't on the prior mission(s) to obtain Aerilonian produce. "You have got to be frakking kidding me. What genius thought that one up?" Armoured up for combat, the grunt is armed with a rifle, sidearm, a pair of grenades, and a full rucksack. And on top of that, carrying the tripod and an extra belt of ammo for Gray's heavy machine gun. He's one Marine who is not going down to a hostile surface under-equipped. Exiting the Rhino, he stays close to the machine gunner, waiting to hear the plan.

Gray hops out right behind Mallas, hefting his machine gun with him. He's also armoured up in full plate…it would seem that everyone is prepped for a bit of fun today.

Armour. NVGs. Med kit. Rifle. Tiny votive figurine of the god Apollo. Miri's ready to go and save some lives and limbs. She sticks to the centre of the formation, ready to go in any direction at a moment's notice.

Once everyone has come down from the Rhino ramp, Randy flips on her comms and makes sure she has a good connection, then gives the pilot a thumbs up. "Alright guys, initial plan is to go in through a loading dock. We might have to do a little B&E. We go in quiet. We get out quiet if possible." She looks around at each of the team. With the overall plan relayed, she says, "I'm taking the rear. I want Miri in the middle, Angelis on point. Mallas you go where Gray goes. Let's head out." She flicks her off her safeties and motions the team to fall into formation and get going.

"Aye aye, Sarge," Mallas acknowledges his orders without obvious complaint and sticks near the gunner. He turns to Gray with a smirk. "Don't suppose you're headed to the local bar, huh Andersen?"

Nodding to Randy, Tabi moves up, her hands moving over her gear again, double checking extra clips and whatever other stuff she brought with her. Angelis looks behind her, motioning Mallas and Anderson up to her position then brings her rifle up, ready to fire at a moment's notice. She doesn't say anything as she faces forward again, but does make sure her comms are on, her helmet is tight and her eyes are already sweeping into the dark as she flips her nods down and moves out.
Randy pages: Hahaha. I wonder what my kids have in that *+sheets*

Gray falls in behind Tabi with a nod to Randy at his orders. "Roger.". He then tosses a grin to Mallas. "Well, this ain't Picon so my local knowledge is a bit out of date. If you know where one is I won't object to a side-trip…". That said, he checks the machine gun and flips the safety. Off.

Miri looks at the other Marines, annoyed. "Cut the chatter. You're not cute." The cheerful medic is in full-on work mode.

The trip to the warehouse complex is quiet. There's a bit more background noise now. Vehicles in the distance, the occasional raider patrol, but nothing they can't hide from in plenty of time. The last time before they hit the complex is in a muddy ditch, but when did a little dirt ever hurt a marine? Making their way up to an unlit section of the perimeter fence it's trivial to get through or over, but then the open courtyard before their target is lit with security lights attached to the walls. Some even still work, although about half have blown and not been replaced.

Randy took note of the patrol interval, looking down at a watch she has strapped to her chest rig. Sometimes timing is a big deal. Usually it's a big deal when not wanting to get caught. When they get to the fence, Randy cuts a hole for them to move in, but fixes it back with twisty ties so that it isn't all that noticeable that someone has come through. Still, if they have to make a hot escape, going over might be better. Randy murmurs into the comms, "Hold. One at a time. Angelis first. If someone gets caught, I want immediate cover fire."

Mallas moves up behind the point as well, lagging Angelis by a good five meters of space. With the MG tripod over one shoulder, the grunt has to carry his rifle slung, for now. He shakes his head to Gray's question and is about to say more when the Corpsman calls for them to pipe down. Mallas shuts up, but not without a grin and a salute in Miri's direction. Mallas marches in silence from then on, keeping his eyes open and moving as quietly as he can. At the ditch he crouches down next to Gray and scans the area. Hearing Randy's orders, Mallas looks to the machine gunner, ready to set up the tripod if he wants the weapon in action here.

Sticking to the centre of the pack, Miri keeps her head on a swivel and steps lightly. As far as she's concerned, quiet is good.

<FS3> Angelis rolls Stealth: Good Success.
<FS3> Miri rolls Stealth: Success.
<FS3> Gray rolls Stealth: Good Success.
<FS3> Randy rolls Stealth: Good Success.
<FS3> Mallas rolls Stealth: Success.

Angelis observes the courtyard below, keeping her weapon trained and eyes busy as the Sergeant cuts a hole in the fence. At the order she lowers her rifle, securing it across her back so it doesn't drag through the dirt before crawling through the fresh access point. Once on the other side, she'll keep low to the ground, moving as quietly as possible while she brings her rifle back around. Trusting that everyone else is behind her, Tabi starts moving quietly across the courtyard toward their point of entry. Her eyes are never still, constantly on the lookout for hostiles as she does her best to stick to the pools of shadow made by the broken lights.

Gray slides in behind Tabi, quickly-but-quietly following her through the shadows one position behind her, mud or no mud. He's also eyeballing for hostiles… but at least for now he's coming up empty on that search.

Mallas takes his turn across the exposed ground as soon as Gray has made it to the far side. He slides in behind Andersen and drops into a crouch, shifting the MG tripod to both hands to make sure he doesn't bang it into anything on accident.

Randy is watching everyone's six, waiting as they move across. She then moves quickly and quietly across the courtyard. It's a lot easier to do after watching everyone else.

With everyone across and hugging the wall there's a moment of almost eerie silence as everyone waits to see if their progress has been detected. There's the scuffle of light, animal feet, a hooting owl in the distance, but no mechanical wurring. There's a large loading bay door about 100m along, with a forklift sitting invitingly just inside, although if it still works is anyone's guess. Beyond that, the warehouse stretches out into the dark and gloom. Row after row of stockpiled foodstuffs. By the smell, some is long past it's best, but other isles seem to have fared better.

<FS3> Angelis rolls Alertness: Failure.
<FS3> Gray rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Randy rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Miri rolls Alertness: Success.

Angelis moves along the wall after making sure that everyone is together. Once she gets to the loading bay door, she peers cautiously around the corner, but doesn't see any obvious signs of movement, so she slips in and immediately makes for cover, keeping her profile low and moving as quietly as she can toward the aisles where she plans on taking cover.

Miri's head is still on a swivel, but now she's kind of looking for Pop Tarts. She notices something, though, and taps Flynn's arm and points to the ignition of the forklift — keys still in it!

"Keep your eyes peeled for a security office." Randy says in a low murmur on the comms, her rifle along her side as they sidle towards the docking bay door. After Angelis goes in, Randy signals for others to follow. Once she's inside, she scans the area thoroughly for any signs of a security office, but doesn't go scouring the area on foot. She shakes her head at Miri, holding up her pointer finger as if to say 'wait'. Then she points to her ears, opening and closing her hand as if to indicate noise. Randy sticks with her team and regroups under cover. "Find the bean aisle." She keeps her communication low. No commands to split up or anything.

Gray also keeps his eyes peeled for movement…or for cameras or other detection systems. He also glances around trying to find a position balancing concealment and ability to cover everyone else. As he does so, he mutters something which sounds suspiciously like 'good for your heart'.

Slides along the wall and through the loading bay door, sticking with his buddy since he has half the weapon load. When Gray stops the Private hand signals — set up the MG here? Then there's a soft snort of amusement for something the Corporal says.

Mallas slides along the wall and through the loading bay door, sticking with his buddy since he has half the weapon load. When Gray stops the Private hand signals — set up the MG here? Then there's a soft snort of amusement for something the Corporal says.

There's no sign of a security office in the vicinity, but there are a number of wires running down the walls which might carry the power for the lights within and without if the marines want to spend time investigating the cable runs. Otherwise there's just isle after isle of crates and sacks all stacked high, tonne after tonne on pallets.

<FS3> Randy rolls Stealth: Good Success.
<FS3> Angelis rolls Stealth: Good Success.
<FS3> Miri rolls Stealth: Good Success.
<FS3> Angelis rolls Alertness: Great Success.

It's about five or six aisles down that Randy stops her smaller group as the boys setup the HMG at a good juncture. She looks back to Angelis and Miri and then points at some crates, then takes point soundlessly to confirm that yes, they are the beans they are looking for. "Angelis. I want you to sweep the area. Light recon. No engagements. Miri, you're with me. Regroup back at the boys." Randy then backtracks the same path back to the wires. Then she sets her pack down. She pulls out a pair of wire strippers and a voltmeter to check which wires might hold power and investigate where they go /back/ to.

Mallas sets the tripod down and adjusts the height before opening the locking lugs for the weapon. At least the floor in here is nice and level. He's there to lend a hand setting up the machine gun and get it loaded with the first belt of ammo, keeping his own rifle slung as they work.

Miri stands guard while Randy plays with electricity. She's multitasking — keeping guard and keeping an eye out for Pop Tarts.

And those are, in fact, skills which Gray calls upon: While keeping up a steady scan of the room for fresh threats, he has Mallas help him load the HMG so they're ready if stuff gets real.
Randy pages: So, was thinking, the cables that would power security lights for a warehouse would probably be pretty high wattage…can I roll Electrical Engineering to confirm?
Randy pages: And also, do they lead back to anything inside the warehouse? Randy's looking at that.

At the order, Angelis makes a quiet, "Copy that." Into the comms, her voice barely above a whisper. As they locate the beans, Tabi moves out, keeping her rifle at the ready as she does a quick tour around the immediate area, her eyes peeled for any hostiles. She does her best to keep silent and keep in cover. As she nears the back of the warehouse, her breath catches slightly, "Sarn't." Tabi breathes into the comms, keeping her voice as calm as possible as she holds position, "We have a centurion up here. Active." Her orders were not to engage, so she quietly slides into a position where she can keep an eye on it but not be too close and await further orders.

<FS3> Miri rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Angelis rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Randy rolls Electrical Engineering: Failure.

Years of schooling. Then all that damned training as an EOD. In the end, Randy frowns at the wires as they disappear behind some panel. "Frak that," she breathes. Then she abandons the wires…for now. Beans are more important. And their new friend. "Copy. Scout a little more. Pull back to the rally point if you're too exposed." She huffs a little, frustrated as she repacks her tools save for the wire cutters. She loops those into her chest rig. "I'm going to save these wires for the last second." Since she has no idea what they do. "There's no way we can lift those crates without the lift. Regrouping with boys. Out." Randy motions for Miri to follow, force of habit. Then they move to take up position with the boys. She checks to make sure the fork lift will have enough clearance through the juncture.

Once they have the HMG is ready to roll, Mallas takes a knee on the left side of the weapon and shifts his rifle around on its sling into a ready position across his chest. Then he picks up the linked belt of .50 rounds and holds them out straight from the gun, making sure Gray will get a good feed if he has to open fire.

Angelis shifts slightly in her current position before backing away from the Centurion. "Copy." She murmurs into the comms before she moves away, trying her best to keep lots of cover between her and the Centurion, though still tries to at least sometimes keep it in sight, too. That is, until she discovers something completely unexpected. A broad grin splits her face for a second as she reads the side of the box, and there's not the slightest bit of hesitation as she snatches it up, working as quickly and as quietly as she can to get the box into her pack. It's a squeeze, stuff gets squished down and the contents of the box probably get a bit broken in the process. But it happens. Then she's getting herself sorted and moving back toward the rally point, all senses on full alert, especially knowing that centurion is ready to spring into action at any moment.

Gray's ears perk up as he hears something. Over commo he quietly mutters "Got something outside.". Beat. "Engine. Might be a patrol or we might be made." He tenses.

And then Miri sees it. She sees the boxes of toaster pastries. She pops a few into her satchel. She turns to Randy. "The keys for the forklift are in the ignition," she tells her softly. At the talk of the Centurion, she freezes, awaiting orders.

As they're waiting for Angelis to regroup, Randy makes a call to the Rhino pilot and gives him instructions on where to land and what he's going to be getting himself into. Instructions are to draw the exterior patrol if he isn't targeted by AAs. There is no confirmation of whether they are in the area or not. He's warned that the LZ might be dark when they get there and it will be a hot extract. Then she turns to Miri. "I want you with Angelis and I. We're going to sneak up on that Centurion and aim for the money shots. Pull back to the regroup point /immediately/ so our heavies can take him out. You're on the forklift. Angelis and I will escort you away and back to this juncture. Then I'll split and cut the wires on that wall over there. We go straight out. Be aware of patrols. Rhino will be landing in the courtyard to draw them. You take the beans straight up to the rhino. If the lift fits. Go in. If not…do your best. We get in, get out if it's hairy. The last barrels we got were guarded heavily. Expect action." When Angelis finally gets there, Randy doesn't have to fill her in, because her comm button was left on the entire time…on purpose. She signals Angelis to lead the way and takes up the rear till they get to the area with the Centurion. Then she fans out from the others so they aren't all grouped together like fish in a barrel, taking up cover behind some flats of rotting produce that's making her eyes water a bit.

Mallas listens to Sergeant Flynn's orders over the wireless and keys in a brief acknowledge. "Copy." Then he looks around the setup for their HMG and turns to Gray, keeping his voice pitched low. "You want to set this thing up outside, Corporal? Or we waiting to see if they need it to take down that Canner?"

Once everyone's together, Tabi takes point and leads the way back toward the Centurion. She moves quietly, her rifle up and ready. Reaching the position, the Centurion is probably visible to everyone, so Angelis just finds herself a position to take cover and line up her shot.

Miri nods curtly. "Aye, sir," she says in reply to the plan, keeping close to Randy's six. The rotting produce. Miri grimaces, breathing through a tiny hole at the corner of her mouth.

<FS3> Miri rolls Stealth: Good Success.
<FS3> Randy rolls Stealth: Failure.

"Let's see if we need to take down the canner." Gray replies, groaning inside. "That's the known threat. We need to take it down ASAP." Of course, if they get more company that might change their priorities…but for now they have a toaster to deal with.

<COMBAT> Angelis fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Angelis attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Angelis attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Angelis attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Randy fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Miri fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Miri attacks Cent1 with Rifle Ap - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Miri attacks Cent1 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Miri attacks Cent1 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

If machines were capable of surprise, this centurion would be agog. As it is, as the bullets start ringing off its armour, it simply turns, the red light flicking back and forth rapidly, then opens fire on the first marine it sees.

Randy is balls to the wall when she throws the signal for the attack. She's behind the centurion and kind of sneaks out from the cover to get a better shot as she aims. "Fall back," she says sternly into the comms. "Cent in pursuit boys. Coming your way," she says as she breaks from her cover to start hightailing it back down the closest aisle, hoping to switch aisles as soon as she meets a break in the aisle.
Randy's bullets find their mark, doing some decent damage to the Centurion's right arm.

Mallas gives Gray a quick nod of understanding, then peers off into the darkness in the direction the rest of the team has gone. And then there's a sudden burst of flash and noise when the trio of Colonial rifles open up, followed by and the answering sound of the Cylon's machine gun. It's not dead. "Frak…" The Private shifts his position, clearing the way for the MG to traverse toward the firefight, even if they can't see it, yet.

The first round of fire is successful, but despite Randy's call to fall back, Tabi sees the canner turn its attention on her Sergeant and she's having none of that. Coming out from cover to beat a retreat toward the door, Angelis opens fire once more, trying to draw the things attention away, or at least give it more than one target to focus on.

Miri is right along with the other girls, jumping out of cover to shoot the Centurion and then run. Now, time to run like frak to the forklift. She vaults over pallet of tinned olives, climbing up into the driver's seat and turning the ignition.

<COMBAT> Angelis fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Angelis attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Angelis attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Angelis attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Randy fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Miri fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Miri attacks Cent1 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Miri attacks Cent1 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Miri attacks Cent1 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent1 has been KO'd!

As the centurion collapses to the floor there's a radio call in from Broadsword, Dannyboy has picked up a sudden spike in Cylon communications in the area so they're coming in low, fast, and hard and requesting the LZ be marked.

Randy turns to fire back behind her just briefly. It along with Tabi's cover fire probably prevent it from landing any other shots…But then there's a stroke of dumb luck that Randy only gets hit by one of the incoming bullets. It drives through her armour, slowing the bullet down enough to let it lodge somewhere in her abdomen. Ironically, it's the last shot fired before the centurion bites the dust. Randy immediately pushes up to her feet, her left hand going to her stomach. "Flynn. Got hit. Cent down. Pack up your shit and someone throw up some smoke on the LZ. I'm going to cut the wires. Centurions buzzing on their comms," she relays to let the group know that…well /they/ know, the chrome-plated 'they.' She then scrambles towards the area she knows the wires are in. When she gets there, she pulls the cutters and mumbles, "Frak me." Then she cuts them all.

Gray winces as he hears everyone open up fire…and the Cylon back there return it. "Someone talk to me. Where are we needed?" He doesn't know if the toaster in the back is still active or not, so the question stands…until Randy gives her commands over the radio. "Roger. On it." He nods to Mallas. "We're packing up. Let's get outside." Even as he says that he's already working on a quick tear-down of his position to move outside. "Sounds like we may have more company soon."

The lights go out.

The burglar alarm goes off. A wailing siren that cuts through everything.

The loading bay door motor makes a stuttering sound for a moment, then dies.

"Here comes the fun part," Mallas mutters under his breath. He nods to Gray, freeing the belt of ammo from the HMG's feed and grab the tripod, leaving the weapon itself to the gunner. "We better get some cover on the LZ," he agrees.

How do you make this thing go forward? Oh. Like that. The machine gives a stuttering start and Miri starts driving the forklift out to the Rhino. Ignore the alarms. Ignore them. Stick to the plan. She focuses and drives.

Angelis doesn't take the time to even grin at the sight of the centurion going down. She just cuts and runs, falling in slightly ahead of Randy, since the Sergeant's hit and there's no hostiles behind them, yet. With the order to light up the LZ, Tabi just gives a nod as she passes, Randy. She releases her rifle to pull a smoke grenade from her gear. She tears right past the boys on the HMG, dropping the smoke bomb on the open lot and hoping to Hades the bright yellow smoke comes billowing out, obscuring her somewhat from the incoming hostiles.

Randy is a little late getting back to meet Miri, but she is able to meet back up with the medic once the forklift is rounding where the guys' HMG /was/ set up a minute or so ago. She has her rifle up even if she looks a little pale. "Keep going! I got you!"

<COMBAT> Gray fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Gray attacks Cent2 with HMG - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gray attacks Cent2 with HMG and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Gray attacks Cent2 with HMG and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Gray attacks Cent2 with HMG - Critical wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gray attacks Cent2 with HMG and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Gray attacks Cent3 with HMG - Moderate wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gray attacks Cent3 with HMG - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Gray attacks Cent3 with HMG and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Gray attacks Cent3 with HMG and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Gray with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Cent2 fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Mallas with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cent3 has been KO'd!

"Broadsword calling Flynn. We've incoming on DRADIS. Eyes on your smoke, but it'll be bump and lift if we want to get out before the skies get very hot."

Gray grits his teeth as he and Mallas set up a position outside…and promptly get to play welcoming party to a couple of centurions. With Mallas feeding him bullets, Gray doesn't say a word…he just opens up into the walking toasters with everything he has. He rakes both of them with a volley of fire, and gets a sense of satisfaction seeing them both go down…but as a smile creeps across his face he feels punch against his chest plate and hears a similar sound from Mallas. "Frak…" he mutters, looking down to see a deformed bullet in his chest plate (which probably kills the plate) but no blood. "I'm good. Mallas, you good?"

Mallas goes prone beside the MG as soon as they have it ready for action outside. His only job is to feed the belt of .50 cal into the beast and keep his head down. Which he does. "Frak yeah!" he yells to Gray when he sees the big slugs knocking both Canners down and out in the first burst. This is quickly followed by a yelp of pain as one of the Cylon rounds smacks into his side. "Frak. Yeah," he growls. "I'm hit." He's still on the loader job, however.

"Flynn. We're about three minutes out with a forklift and a crate. Standby for my signal," Randy ends up hopping on the forklift with Miri. It can go faster than her. She keeps her rifle handy, ready to hop off and defend. As soon as they are back at the juncture, on the homestretch of getting out of the docking bay door, Randy gets on the comms. "Broadsword, Flynn. Let's do this. Coming out." Gods help them if they can't get this piece of shite crate up the ramp. "Broadsword, do we have," she relays a rough clearance measurement of the forklift, "clearance on the Rhino hatch?" Prayers to Hermes are murmured under her breath off comm as she waits for an answer.

"If you're injured, head to the Rhino and I'll meet you there," Miri sings out over the comms. Driving that forklift.

"Busy," comes the terse reply over the radio, and it becomes apparent why a moment later when the rhino screams overhead at low level, almost taking tiles off the roof with her engine wake. In hot pursuit in a small raider, which moments later explodes like a small sun thanks to Broadsword's efforts. A moment later and it's Dannyboy on the comms, "sorry about that Flynn, clearance close, but we'll see what we can do." And then the rhino is back overhead and landing on Angelis' smoke, the hatch dropping even before touchdown.

Once the Rhino's landed Tabi starts making her way toward the back door. Rifle at the ready in case of any other hostiles.

The Rhino landing has garnered even more ground attention, though luckily all those tin cans are in further facilities. This doesn't stop two from stopping to open fire even as more of their tinny comrades move forward to continue advancing on the LZ, catching some stray bullets. They're still out of range for any accuracy, but they're closing fast.

Mallas checks how badly he was hit — luckily the vest took the worst of it and he's not going to die yet. Then he watches as the Rhino comes in to land, giving a snort as it takes down the Raider that dared to come sniffing after it alone. Seeing other tracers flying up towards their ride, he points these out to Gray. "Incoming from two o'clock. Looks like they're still two clicks away."

As much as you can book it with a loaded forklift, Miri books it out of the warehouse and drives up to the Rhino, accidentally-on-purpose driving over the husk of one of the Centurions on the ground. And the damned machine is too tall. "Zahav calling. I need everyone at the Rhino to help me unload, over."

Gray grunts and nods. He's not quite blasting full auto at the inbound Cylons, but he is putting down a bit of suppressive fire to try and slow them as he steadily makes his way towards the Rhino. When the call for assistance comes, Gray gives a nod to Mallas. "I'll slow them down. Go help load that crap, I'll be behind you."

Angelis picks up the pace, rounding the side of the Rhino as she some how manages to not actually get hit. Probably a combination of all the smoke still billowing around and the fact that she's hugging the side of the ship quite closely helps. She hoofs it up the ramp, her rifle going over her shoulder to rest against her back as she gets into position to help get the crate onto the bird.

Randy puts herself between Miri and the incoming fire from her off hand. She can drive and shoot her side arm right? Not that Randy expects her to. She actually props her arm up over the back of the shitty excuse for a seat with her sidearm and provides cover fire for the other side. The side she's on? She's just human shielding it for the most part. There's not much more she can do on her part. When the machine can't clear the Rhino hatch Randy swears. She hops down and holsters her sidearm. Then she goes up the ramp of the Rhino to shove a floor dolly down underneath the crate. It's going to be wobbly. It isn't as big as the crate is in terms of surface area…but it has wheels. She has to scramble down after it. "Don't lower it yet!" she holds up her hand and then pulls her sidearm again to shoot at centurion reaching the perimeter of the courtyard. "Okay!" she says after she straightens it out under the crate roughly with a boot. "Down here. Lower it down Zahav!"

In a fluid motion, Miri lowers the front of the forklift with one hand and raises her rifle with the other, keeping an eye at the edge of the courtyard.

Mallas looks dubious but he doesn't protest Gray's instructions. "All right…" With a grunt of pain he hauls himself to his feet, then bends low as he lopes across the open ground to the Rhino. He arrives with one arm pressed against his ribs, grimacing in pain as he moves to assist with the unloading, only to find most of the hatch blocked with forklift. "Frak…" PING! A bullet goes off the Rhino by his head, which convinces Mallas to turn and fire his own rifle towards the incoming Toasters, full auto. "They're getting kind of close!"

Right about now, the incoming forces are encroaching on the courtyard. "Let's get the frak out of here Sergeant!" Their pilot calls into the comms and over his shoulder, used to being in a Raptor. He sounds like he might take off without them. Maybe he's jumpy flying the Rhino his first time. Maybe he only cares about the beans. Maybe he's just thinking about the precious Rhino. The pilot opens fire on the edge of the courtyard within view, unloading his miniguns on the frakkers.

Some of the incoming start to focus down on Mallas, because he seems more threatening given he's shooting back.

"Anderson… get your ass up here!" Tabi yells suddenly over the comms as she pulls in next to Randy, it just takes a look and a nod for the pair of them to get to work heaving the crate into the belly of the Rhino. It's probably a combination of adrenalin giving them some extra strength and sheer luck, and probably a little bit of oomph from the Gods-That-Be…

Miri jumps down from the forklift and throws her weight into moving the dolly, putting her hips into it. Hopefully this is enough to get it moving!

Gray backs up to the door, continuing to return fire and (he hopes) slow the advancing Centurions down. As he gets to the door, he unleashes yet another volley of fire at them before suddenly staggering backwards. "Fraking nuggets on a sesame seed bun!" he grunts out, voice rasping rather than shouting, as he does his best to struggle back to his feet. As far as he can tell, nothing's punctured and nothing's broken /inside/…but there's a hard plate from his vest that will be going off to training duty and nothing more, and he's suddenly /very/ winded.

Mallas takes a knee as more fire is directed his way, continuing to let loose with automatic fire, more to spoil aim than with the expectation of killing any Centurions. His rifle clicks empty as the first magazine is spent, but before he can reload he notices Gray hitting the ground. With a muttered curse the Private takes a quick step towards Andersen and reaches down to try and grab him by the vest, either to help pull him to his feet, or to try to drag him bodily up the ramp if he's not getting up. "Hermes! Come on man, let's get out of here!"

Randy finds herself right next to Angelis before she can even order that she help. It's a relief that allows her to channel all that adrenaline into becoming an ant. She shifts to turn around and digs her heels in, using her legs to get the power she needs up that ramp. Thank goodness for extra weight training on her legs for HALO jumping, even if that only started up recently. It gets rough, but Miri hopping in to help does help a lot. "Oh my gods," Randy uses her sidearm and gets a single round off. "Let's go! Strap the cargo in!" because they can bounce around…it can't. When Randy sees Mallas dragging Gray, she abandons strapping down the cargo to help as hard as she can. It's enough to get everyone just over the midpoint of the ramp in enough time to let gravity help them the rest of the way as it closes and they begin to lift off. "STEADY!" Randy shouts towards the cockpit, though it gets out over the comms. She scrambles back to her feet…slipping and falling once before getting kick the lock on her strap down, hoping the ladies got the other ones.

Gray makes sure not to resist being dragged into the ship. He's fine…ok, he's not /fine/, but he's also not bleeding out even though the pain in his chest which follows up might make him prefer that as an outcome. Instead, he grips his gun as he's hauled into the ship, making sure that both of them make it back on board. "Go, finish loading…" Gray grunts as soon as he's on board. Everything he does which rattles his chest hurts, breathing included, but as he's lying there, far enough out of the way to not be a hazard to anyone loading, etc.? Pain be damned he lifts an arm and makes an ancient and mystical gesture out the door to the Cylons while awaiting take off, keeping it extended until the door slams closed.

Tabi gets to work helping Miri strap down the cargo as Randy moves to help Mallas and Gray get aboard the Rhino. Her main focus is the crate. She works as quickly as she can, locking down the straps and making sure everything is secure. "Got this," She says to Miri, "Go see to those two bleeding…" One hand gestures briefly in Mallas and Randy's direction before it returns to securing straps and the like.

Mallas drags their machine gunner up the ramp with help from Randy, though that heavy machine gun Gray's holding on to doesn't make it any easier. The Private is growling from the pain in his own ribs by the time they get onto the ramp and it starts to close. Rather than rush to help with securing the cargo, Mallas flops down on his back, heaving off a sigh of relief for not being dead. Angelis and Miri have got that, he's just going to lie here a second. "That better … be enough … Godsdamned beans…"

The Rhino starts to take off as soon as it is closing up the ramp. Seems their crew doesn't want to stick around any longer than they have to. As soon as the crate is secure, they climb even faster, nearly full tilt. With the FTL already spooling and the jump coordinates dialled in, it's a matter of pushing the button after getting out of atmo. Just like that, they jump into the arms of that lovely serene Piraean space.

For Randy's part, as soon as she hits her own latch on the cargo straps, she finds it already done for her. Relieved, she sort of just slips down to the ground. She looks over at Mallas and laughs shallowly with a wince. "Frak. Right?….Let-" breath, "-Medical know we've got incoming," she breathes over the comms as she manages to tie herself into one of the tie lines with a safety line she keeps handy. The adrenaline is already starting to wear off…probably for all of them. But now…they're safe…with a crate full of frakking beans. "Good job."

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