AWD #323: Beans - The Musical Fruit
Beans - The Musical Fruit
Summary: The more you eat, the more you toot! A team of Marines are sent to Aerilon to recover as many calabar beans as they can lay hands to, but they run into some party crashers.
Date: 10 May 2016
Related Logs: TBA
Lleufer Randy Rakes Fischer Brina 
Aerilon Food Warehouse
Along a highway there is a ditch with a fence and beyond that a wide parking lot around a food warehouse. Oh, and cylons.
Fri Nov 25 16:25:22 2005

It's not an emergency call. In fact, it's an almost lackadasically organized operation. A team has been selected and informed that they are on a scavenging assignment. The location, provided on a map, is a shopping warehouse. Wanna buy it in bulk on Aerilon? This was the chain of stores you wanted. The LZ for drop off and pick up is a large parking lot approximately a mile away. The target? As many crates of calabar beans as they can find. The Lieutenant who issues the assignment doesn't seem to take kindly to any jokes about it. Yes, beans.

The Raptor out is a smooth ride, coming into Aerilon's atmosphere and swiftly down to the target. It's a region that's already been cleared of SAMs, so there's little of concern. The pilot, in fact, informs the group that there's a decent resistance about a day's hike away who has been doing a fairly good job. The parking lot they land in is pitted with various signs of past combat and a large crater to one side - probably from War Day, based on the grass already coming up in its epicenter.

"Just give us a call once you're ready and we'll be back with a second waiting bird for the load up. They've got a medic on board, just in case." So at least they won't have to all cram in with the beans on their return. Small favors, right? The Raptor angles up and takes off… likely to retreat to a safe distance in orbit, where the JTAC's radios can still reach.

Lleufer eyes their group as they fly in and being Aerilon himself, is familiar with the kind of shopping center they are going to hit. His brows are knitted faintly at the strangeness of their mission but he tightens up his helmet strap, "All right, listen up!" Ynyr's voice is barely slurred, pretty clear since he's well rested. Left side of his face is still less mobile, slightly slack from the bullet to his skull but his words are clear enough. "Soon as we land, get out and I'll motion us to cover. We have a couple of kicks to hump, about a mile. Keep frosty! Alert, quiet. Assume there are canner's in the area even if there aren't and most important, watch for civies. Bound to be some hungry scavengers and we don't know who's jacked and planted, who's just hungry."

When the bird settles, Lleu jumps out and has a quick look around. He points towards some trees at the edge of the lot and motions for Randy to take point, to lead the way.

Fischer nods as he hears what's being said, looking over his equipment once more before he prepares to heading out of the Raptor. Getting out there, he stretches momentarily, before he looks around rather carefully. Ready for whatever trouble may come.

"So let me get this straight. We're just here to get beans? Nothing else?" Brina's been quiet up until this point but she does speak now, partially to make sure she understands their orders and partially because she just can not believe what she's heard. Beans. "Man, the fraking air's going to be godsdamn ripe after that…" Geared up and armed, she gets herself in position as is directed, no more said by the MP.

Corporal Rakes stops looking at the small, personal picture inside a ballcap and then places it on top of her head, returning her attention to the environment around her. Aerilon is always too surreal. It makes her instinctively frown and shy away from many things, comments included. It also doesn't help that she barely cleared medical to be on a mission. Now she is watching Raptors evac the area almost lazily. She waits a moment longer before bringing up her left hand to cycle frequencies on a radio handset tucked into one of her pouches at the shoulder. It's wired to the radio in her small three-day pack. She keys it on. "Rapid- any station on net- Echo One-Niner, radio check, over." She waits for a response, confirms, and then walks after the others. Her right hand remains on her carbine, resting across her front.

Above Rakes, the radio's half-collapsed antenna bobs gently back and forth with her steps.

The radio crackles a bit — perhaps due to all the wreckage in orbit around Aerilon — but comes through clear enough: "Echo One-Niner, Rapid. We've got you loud and clear. Happy hunting."

Lleufer gives Brina a look as she hops out, "Beans." That's all he's going to say about it. Maybe it's a training and evaluation mission and nobody told them who's watching. Frak if he knows. His eye snags on Rakes, "Where's your helmet, Corporal?" Yep, the Sergeant doesn't look happy to see her without proper head gear. "Put it on." Lleu doesn't care if she wears the ballcap beneath it. She can still do her radio thing with the helmet.

Soon as the others start hoofing it to cover, he brings up the rear to follow up.

Randy's boots tramp over the pavement and littered pocks. Her eyes flicker to the crater and then to the sprout of grass. She reaches into an ammo pouch in her fatigues to pull out a flap of paper that she shakes open with a flick of her wrist. Her eyes she keeps on their surroundings as she comes to a little huddled stop at the trees she'd been instructed to lead them to and holds the paper back to the person behind her. "Study and pass it on," in the most serious voice ever. It is…well a picture of the bean they are supposed to get…and then other beans that look like it with things like skulls and cross bones next to them, or a no smoking sign.

Randy continues along the trees and the fringe of the development complex.

<FS3> Brina rolls Alertness: Failure.

<FS3> Randy rolls Alertness: Great Success.

<FS3> Rakes rolls Alertness: Good Success.

<FS3> Fischer rolls Alertness: Great Success.

Brina is doing what she can to keep on everyone's good side, that's why she's sure she has everything donned and properly strapped on and all that. Sadly, her attempt to be the 'good kid' this go-around is thwarted when she's handed the paper and she starts to read it. Hmmmm, must be something very interesting as it soon has her attention held firmly to it and not her surroundings. Once she is done it gets passed on to whomever is next in line.

Fischer frowns as he listens, keeping quiet as he looks between the others for a few moments. Taking a few moments to study the paper as it reaches him, memorizing as best he can before he passes it on to the next person.

<FS3> Lleufer rolls Alertness: Great Success.

As the group gets through the stand of trees that separate one shopping complex from the highway, they can see the next building across the abandoned, damaged roadway. There's a few abandoned vehicles that could provide cover. No more tree line, however. It's a four-lane (two per side) highway with a ditch and a fence before the next parking lot and the large, boxy building it serves. The fence is missing fairly large sections. Quite probable they were cut away by the nearby resistance group.

Right at the edge of the treeline, if you can really call it such, Randy comes to a stop and holds her hand back to tell the group to stop, then swivels to motion for everyone to be quiet. She points back behind her over across the lot with her thumb and then holds up 4 fingers. "Sarge, come up here and look at the sit."

Lleufer brings up the rear, keeping an eye out for any sign of anyone else out here besides them. His rifle is in hand and when the pamphlet is offered to him, he waves it off, "I know what they look like. I'm Aerilon." His voice is kept very low, a whisper. Ynyr sees Randy's motion just as something catches his eye up ahead. Lleu trots on up to join her and have a better look. Without saying anything he motions for them to get into the ditch below the fence where they will be out of sight but can peek.

Only once they are down does he carefully pop his head back up to try and see. He speaks low to Randy, "Nobody mentioned it being guarded. We need to watch them for a few minutes, see if there is a pattern or if there are more around. Otherwise I think we can handle 4, if that's all there are."

<FS3> Brina rolls Alertness: Success.

<FS3> Brina rolls Stealth: Failure.

<FS3> Lleufer rolls Alertness: Great Success.

<FS3> Lleufer rolls Stealth: Success.

<FS3> Fischer rolls Stealth: Success.

<FS3> Fischer rolls Alertness: Success.

<FS3> Randy rolls Stealth: Good Success.

<FS3> Randy rolls Alerness: Failure.

<FS3> Randy rolls Alertness: Good Success.

Fischer frowns as he notices the enemies as well. Getting into the ditch with the others, he keeps his rifle ready, waiting for trouble to appear. Letting out a few brief breaths, he looks quite focused on the task at hand.

"I don't wear that stuff." Rakes tells the Sergeant, because too much body armor weighs a JTAC and their equipment down. She glances over her shoulder and then looks around at Aerilon before shrugging helplessly at the notion. A rock is kicked underfoot. She remains quiet otherwise because there is no real need to speak. Then again, she does point out that there the cars dotting the landscape of the forward lot can be easy points of cover; if they need it. Rather than lance forward and watch, she remains to the rear and watches those aiming to look.

<FS3> Epiphany rolls 5: Good Success.

It might not have been easy to tell the place was guarded. There's no SAMs and no more Raider coverage than usual (there's been one or two off in the distance). Picking up Centurions from orbit isn't the easiest thing to do. It's likely why they landed a ways away as they did, rather than directly in this lot. Best to play it safe just for a situation like this.

For a time, it may seem like the small group has settled in the roadside ditch safely, but a Centurion at the corner of the building turns in their direction, red 'eye' scanning. He breaks from his patrol and starts a slow, steady plodding towards the fence and roadside.

Hmmm? Oh. Right. Time to move. Brina does snap to just in time to catch Lleu's gesture even if everything else has been missed while reading. She ducks down into the ditch and tries to peek out from over the shallow divot but she falls forward, off balance, and causes grass to russle when she goes to brace herself with a hand. She doesn't swear but her expression says it for her. 'Fraking shit!'. Wincing, she looks around, mouthing 'sorry'. That done, she glances out past where they are, gesturing towards her eyes with two fingers and then towards those she can see, trying to get at least one other to watch the group she is now trying to keep a very attentive eye upon.

This is not the time or place for chewing out Brina for being clumbsy, or arguing with Rakes about her gear. But Lleu eyes them both and will deal with it later. He thins his mouth, "Frak. I think they've seen us." Ynyr looks carefully and points out to Randy and the others more Centurions inside of the building. "We can't deal with them all at once. Let's move, see if we can get away before the alarm goes up. Try to go in on the other side." Lleu motions for them to start moving up the ditch pronto but as quietly as they can. If it works they may be able to slip away, try again. If not, hello fire fight.

<FS3> Randy rolls Stealth: Good Success.

<FS3> Lleufer rolls Stealth: Good Success.

<FS3> Brina rolls Stealth: Good Success.

<FS3> Fischer rolls Stealth: Success.

<FS3> Rakes rolls Stealth: Failure.

As the group moves along the roadside in the ditch, it seems all may be well. They scuffle along, off and away from the initial point of visual failure. Unfortunately, it'd seem they weren't quite as quiet as they thought. Or maybe they just happened to end up with one really alert Centurion. There's a reason this fella is on patrol duty!

Because as they move, there's suddenly a burst of LMG fire over their heads. Well, some of it is over their heads. A lot of it goes, noisily, into the side of a box truck not too far from their current point. It'd make a decent spot of cover if the group moves quick.

The ditch itself is better cover than some truck where armor piercing rounds are concerned, but they will need the fallback point when the Centurions come up. So, do it now before they are all on top of them, or wait? Ynyr motions them up and out, "Fall back, fast as you can. I'll cover!" Then they can cover his ass to climb out and make a run for the truck. Lleu lays down a few shots to keep the Centurion distracted while the team scrambles for the fallback point. That will at least make the Canners have to get through the fence and over the ditch before they can reach the truck.

The tiny assault engineer feels at home in many different combat environments, but as an EOD, urban developments hold a special place in her memory. She moves into a crouch and starts her way across the various bits of pavement and destruction with a minimal of noise. That is, until the gunfire reigns down. She immediately dives for the box truck, or rather, behind it and then scrambles up onto her feet. "You toasters like beans too?" she yells with a wild grin on her face. Now that Lleu has decided to engage fully in a way.

Moving forward towards cover as soon as the order is given, Fischer tries to get a look around while moving to find a spot behind the truck as well. "Let's do it…" he mutters, mostly to himself, as he readies the rifle to fire.

Rakes remains seated on her rear end and watching the others, glancing from one to the other and then over her shoulder. She makes that a normal and constant thing much like breathing, it comes automatic to look around at her surroundings that the others alternate to. Lleu speaks up: move to the other side. That's something everyone can live with, as far as she can tell, and it's off to roving within the ditch. Something makes her stop, a belated thought, because she needs to reach up with fingers and fold down the bobbing antenna. The slender, flexible pole is pulled and then folded further down until it extends just barely above her head. Incoming fire? Well, that proves one thing or another; and it proves a decent reason for Rakes to duck her head down and shoulder into the dirt.

The other Centurions have been alerted. The ones on patrol start redirecting themselves towards the edge of the parking lot that faces the highway. A couple more appear from within the building, too. It's the one that first noticed the small group that continues to fire on the box truck. Specifically on one form it spots scurrying in that direction. If the group is able, there are other vehicles that can be used as cover to approach the building itself… if they can deal with this pesky toaster problem.

While the others are scrambling out of the ditch (or not) and heading for the truck, Ynyr braces himself against the side of the ditch closest to the approaching Centurion. Lleu does his best to keep it distracted by firing a burst, which hits it at least twice of the three rapid shots. As soon as he hears the others taking up firing, the MP Sergeant pushes off and scrambles up the ditch to make a run for the truck himself! Time for them to try to give him cover!

<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Fischer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Lleufer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Rakes fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent4 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent4 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent4 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent1 with Rifle AP - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Lleufer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent3 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent3 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent3 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Fischer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent2 with Rifle AP but MISSES!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent2 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent2 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent4 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Cover).

<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent4 has been KO'd!

His own burst flying around where it shouldn't, Fischer frowns, looking a bit thoughtful. But there's incoming enemies, so he turns his target over to the one that seems to be aiming for him, firing off his burst for the enemy now.

Just as he gets to the truck and turns his body to get around behind the edge, Ynyr is hit. The force of it striking his armour almost spins him off of his feet but a hand snaps out to grab the corner edge and instead his shoulder swings around to slam into the side of the truck. It didn't hurt him bad, his armour taking the brunt of it, but it knocked his breath out for a second. The MP gets both hands on his rifle and leans back out to look for another target, "Everyone all right?! Watch for more of them coming out." They also need to keep a glance behind so nothing shows up to flank them.

Rakes with one hand is keying her mic again so that she can dictate running into enemy contact and use the grid zone of their last few movements as a where, but she also has to crawl her way back up to the lip of the ditch in the process. More heavy rounds thunder overhead. Some of the others take off forward. She remains in place, having to place her offhand back to her rifle in order to line up an actual shot. She manages to take one down but incoming shrapnel ricochets in front of her and across an arm. Flesh wound. It still causes her to jerk back and to the side, her right, and duck down. Rather than pay attention to the bleeding, she digs a heel into the ditch and lifts herself back up to aim again. "We moving forward or what?"

Randy, perhaps sensing they have the upper hand for only a split second, pops out from cover to bear her rifle down on the outlying centurion, nailing him it in the midsection while Lleufer crosses. "Alright Sarge," Randy says back energetically as she glances to her side. She sidles along, one, two strides from the truck, reaching for her grenade in the process. It's easy to know where she's going to throw it…like muscle memory, or instinct, so she scans for the next bit of cover in her wind up.

<COMBAT> Lleufer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent3 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent3 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent3 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Fischer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent2 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent2 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent2 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Rakes fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent5 with Rifle AP - Serious wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent5 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent5 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Cent3 - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - Moderate wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - Critical wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - ARMOR on Left Leg stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - Light wound to Right Foot (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent3 - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Cent2 - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - Serious wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - NEAR MISS!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Left Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - NEAR MISS!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - Serious wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - Critical wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Left Leg stops the attack!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Pretty Close To Cent1 - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent1 - Light wound to Right Foot (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent5 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent3 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod - COVER stops the attack.

<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent3 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Cent5 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Lleufer has been KO'd!

"Negative! Fall back to the truck, Rakes. Let'm come to us. We don't know how many are in there." Ynyr shouts to their JTAC, having heard her trying to update their status over the radio. Then Lleu's busy firing, the burst from his rifle and the others keeping up a loud statico thunder, complete with the concussion of a frag going off!

Somebody else must have thrown a grenade because it sounds like more than one going off, only Lleufer finds he's been knocked to the ground. Lords of Kobal, damn it! Where he was only tagged before, now he's really caught a bullet. "Frak me." In the gut too, shit. That's going to start hurting something fierce pretty soon but not while his adrenlin is dumping hard into his blood stream. Ynyr stays on the ground and lines up his rifle, "I'm hit! Randy, it's on you, Sergeant." Ball's in her court. Lleu will have to see if he can keep up or or not, bleeding.

From within the building, moving quickly, two more Centurions approached. Maybe the last of those within the target? Hopefully the last. Apparently as their compatriots fell, they were given a sense of urgency. Their machine guns spin up even quicker and the sound of fire seems louder, perhaps. The box truck won't provide cover much longer. At best, right now, it's giving the small group of marines the upper hand if only because it masks their relative heigh. Many of the rounds are going off over their heads.

Fischer frowns as he hears the incoming fire, ducking down after having fired his shots. That done, he spots two of the centurions coming for him, and gets out a grenade to send it for those two incoming.

Rakes looks at the truck in front of her and then glances aside to the nearby Lleufer. She looks at the truck in front of her again after firing a round through the facial region of one of the Centurions. "I'm not pushing forward, man!" That goes against her better judgment. She is going to stay in her section of the ditch. She also takes a knee so that her headset and mic can be pulled from around her neck and onto her ears and hat again. It's like when originally disembarking the Raptor: only this time they are being shot at. "Rapid, Echo, do you read?" Heavy, heavy rounds whip angrily around her. "Taking heavy contact, requesting close air support on my last location, over- frak." More rounds. In the process, she can see Lleu go down. That's at her peripheral. At her front, she fires again before attempting to duck down and crouch low in wanting to move closer to him- fire again- and then maneuver again.

<COMBAT> Rakes fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent8 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent8 with Rifle AP - NEAR MISS!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent8 with Rifle AP - Serious wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Lleufer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Far From Cent1 - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Pretty Close To Cent2 - Light wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Right Foot stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent2 - Light wound to Right Foot (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent2 fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent2 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent1 fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent1 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Pretty Close To Cent7 - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent7 - ARMOR on Left Foot stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent7 - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent7 - Moderate wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent7 - ARMOR on Right Foot stops the attack!

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Cent8 - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent8 - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent8 - Moderate wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent8 - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent8 - ARMOR on Left Foot stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent8 - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Cent6 fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent8 fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Cent8 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent8 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent8 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent7 fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Cent7 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Cent7 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Cent7 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent1 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Cent2 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Cent8 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Lleufer has been KO'd!

At least the radio is still operational. "Echo One-Niner, Rapid. ETA is four Mike, repeat, four Mike."

"Woo hoo!" Randy shouts from behind some rubble she took cover behind near the truck as centurion guts go everywhere. When Lleufer calls out, Randy grumbles, "Frakking bastard," and looks for an opening in the firing patterns to sprint slide back to the truck, throwing another grenade along the way back. Out of breath when she arrives. "We might not get another chance at these beans. We are not the recon group. We are /the/ group to get these things." No one told her how important they are, but as she said, "They sent /us/. We still have some 'nades left and I want to make sure we've got our raptors in loop-" but Rakes is already doing it, and she nods to the Corporal.

At least there appear to be no more Centurions coming forth from the warehouse-like store. It'll be a few more minutes (OOC: 2 rounds) until air support arrives, but the grenades do the trick. Most of the Centurions that had been patrolling now litter the parking lot. If they can just get two more down, maybe they can make the target…

Ducking back after having thrown the grenade, Fischer grins a bit grimly as he sees the result, readying his rifle again. There's a momentary grin offered in Randy's direction. "Then let's take these frakkers down?" It's offered loud, but lightly, as he moves into position to fire at another of the Cylons.

Somehow or another even lying down on the ground, Lleu gets off his burst from his rifle but another round finds and strikes him. It knocks a grunt out of him, the air in his lung with it. It's just as well he handed off command to the other Sergeant because suddenly he may not even be able to yell, let alone get up. He fights to suck breath, trying to keep air going in and out and finds about all he can do is lie there, resting the side of his face and helmet on the ground. Not quite unconscious yet, trying not to black out.

Rakes has no idea what all is happening beyond the ditch and the near vicinity. She can barely hear the Raptor crew replying to her com-traffic, which she has been flooding since they came into contact. There's a mild glance at the sight of so much blood. She pays more attention to her remaining magazines, if anything. Debris kicks up nearby, a close shot and narrow miss. By the time she reaches Lleufer, she's almost out of breath entirely. "Cover me!" The direst wounds are the torso wounds, and she needs to fish out his medical supplies in order to address them. "Frak- Frak- Frak." With a hand at his belt webbing, she pulls at Lleufer to bring him into better cover with her.

<COMBAT> Fischer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent7 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent7 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent7 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent6 fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod - COVER stops the attack.

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Rakes with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Rakes treats Lleufer:

<COMBAT> Cent7 fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Cent7 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Cent7 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent7 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

Yep, every Marine should have his or her own medical pack in their right cargo pants pocket, or somewhere else obvious a medic or a buddy would look for it. Ynyr can feel somebody grab hold of him and try to drag him to better cover. He's not a small man, 6'3" and easily 200 lbs or more plus his gear. He's still breathing though and makes a grab for his rifle, belatedly remembering he'll loose it otherwise. "Rakes." That's who's bent over him. Ynyr is dazed but she's able to slow his bleeding. With effort he's able to focus on her better, "How we do'n?"

Rakes drags her knees backwards and then awkwardly shifts to the side. Her bad leg cannot take the pressure of pulling on someone larger than her. An enemy round lands near to her. Too close. She looks up just in time to be kicked off of her feet. It's a glancing blow but the tumbling impact is more than enough to plant her on her back. Rolling onto her side, she drags at Lleufer even more so with a vice grip at a thigh. "Hold still, damn it." She's still cursing, and sweating, and crying, and with a feverish tempo of adrenaline she is prying away kit and armor in order to first wipe blood away and seal an initial wound on the man's chest. He just seems to want his rifle. "Stop talking, just apply pressure." That's what Sergeant Ynyr receives for an answer after she has pressed sticky seals to his chest and the exit wound to his backside. She's still trying to shove more treated gauze at the lower torso wounds: apply pressure.

Randy, having launched her two 'nades for the day, pulls her rifle forward on its strap into position before she moves into position to take aim at the centurion aiming for Rakes. "I got you!" Randy shouts to Rakes over the gunfire and before she pops up again. "Frak you!" She's been at this long enough not to take her eyes off of the battlefield, not to look down even at a wounded colleague.

<COMBAT> Cent7 fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Cent7 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent7 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod - COVER stops the attack.

<COMBAT> Cent7 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Randy attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Fischer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent7 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent7 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent7 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Rakes attempts to treat Lleufer but Lleufer has no treatable wounds.

<COMBAT> Cent6 fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Randy with LMG Tripod and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent7 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Fischer has been KO'd!

Fischer frowns as his first attack doesn't take the Cylon down, before he comes into position to fire another burst. While this one manages to send the Centurion to wherever the dead Centurions go, he ends up stumbling back from a shot to his chest. Wincing as he sits up again, he hurries to fire off a shot towards the last standing enemy.

There's a rushing sound overhead, but it's not a Raider (thank Kobol!). Instead, it's their ride. The ECO is at the door with a LMG of their own. For the moment, it'd appear they're largely providing suppressive fire. It does stall the remaining Centurion, but it doesn't drop him. He's too close to the marines for them to do more than what they are. "Echo One-Niner, Rapid. We've got you covered to make the run. Cyclops is on the way with med team."

Lleufer puts his hands where Rakes tells him to, to try and apply preassure to his own gut wound but his angle of leverage isn't as good as someone else's would be. The rapid drop in his blood preasure isn't as bad now so he blinks and turns his head where he lies, trying to see what's going on with the team. "Fish! He's hit." Ynyr sucks a breath, "I think we may …. need evac. Send another … damn team to get … their beans." Gah, he can't get his breath. LLeu tries to scoot himself back so he can sit up against the truck's wheel and see better what is going on. He's still got his rifle, if he can just prop it up for a shot.

Someone is yelling at Rakes. Or Rakes thinks that someone is yelling at her. She then blinks owlishly at Lleufer, looks at her bloodied hands, and then rips away his grenades from his kit. She rolls one in her right hand and then calls out, "Flynn! Catch!" It's quick and reflexive thinking, and Sergeant Ynyr is in no position to do anything but hold onto his guts and maybe fire a round or two, so she throws pin-attached grenades in Randy's direction. After a look in Fischer's direction she picks up her rifle. She fires. "Rapid, good copy." pause. Another shot is fired. "Cyclops, Echo, medevac incoming, over." She only hesitates long enough for them to respond before she begins the nine-line spiel.

<COMBAT> Rakes fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Rakes attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent6 attacks Fischer with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Cover).

<COMBAT> EXPLOSION! Right Next To Cent6 - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent6 - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent6 - NEAR MISS!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent6 - Light wound to Left Leg (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent6 - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent6 - NEAR MISS!

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent6 - Critical wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> SHRAPNEL! Cent6 - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!

<COMBAT> Fischer fires a 3 round burst!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent6 with Rifle AP and MISSES!

<COMBAT> Cent6 has been KO'd!

<COMBAT> Fischer has been KO'd!

"Echo One-Niner, Cyclops. We see you. Landing in…" The radio cuts out as decisions are made. Likely where best to land in the parking lot, with its scattering of vehicles. "Two mike. Repeat, landing in two mike." Their original ride, Rapid, remains overhead. Likely to provide overwatch. At the moment, the area is clear. There's no sign of more Centurions spilling forth from the warehouse. Perhaps the less-injured marines could see about retrieving some of those beans…

Yeah, Ynyr is in no shape to argue about Rakes taking his grenades. He's not using them. Hell, he can't even lift his rifle for a decent shot. But he doesn't really need to, the team is taking care of the last Centurion. Lleu's gut is really starting to burn with a terrible pain, probably seeping things he doesn't want to think about. Involuntarily he drops the rifle and groans, trying not to writhe his legs in agony.

Taking another hit, this time to his leg, Fischer stumbles back again. "Frak…" he mutters, mostly to himself, just as the fireworks take out the last of the Centurions. Slumping back a bit, he glances around. "The last…?" he asks, a bit quietly, before he tries getting back to his feet, wincing as he does.

Randy twists into a huddle towards Rakes as soon as she hears her name shouted. She catches the first, but takes one to her chest armor and a puff of dust goes up as a bullet clips her armor in the neck area. After a split second there for what seems like forever, stunned, she hurls the grenade at the remaining centurion, nailing it in the head and follows up with her rifle poised. Someone has gotten very efficient at exploding robots. She doesn't even flinch at the explosions as she stands out in the open, without cover, but just lifts her armored arm to give her head extra cover. Then she calls out, "Sitrep!" as she moves quickly to make sure that there are no more cylons.

<FS3> Rakes rolls Body+body: Good Success.

Rakes shakes her head. Her ears are still ringing even with her headset having been utilized as both long-range communication and ear protection. She shakes it again before lowering her rifle and lifting a hand to wave at an overhead Raptor. That's Rapid. Cyclops is still incoming. She turns to reassess Lleufer but then picks up his rifle and grabs one of his magazines. "Stop trying to die, you idiot." A shoulder wipes her dirtied face. Her hands reload his weapon, shoulders it, and she then has to carefully drag him out of the ditch and further along. "Sergeant Ynyr is down! O'Connell, check Fischer!" At least Cyclops disgorges people to help, because she's winded all over again. But. "Frak. What were they guarding?"

One way or another, as Rakes starts to try and move him, Lleufer is determined that he can get up and walk on his own two feet - if she'll help him. And he needs the help, but damned if somebody's going to drag or carry him while he's still got his wits. One hand is to his gut, which is causing him agony by the expression on his face, teeth gitted. Hard to suck breath, "Trying." Ynyr'll do what he can to help Rakes get his ass to the Raptor while he can still move.

Randy alerts the medical teams of where the team is holed up and bleeding. "I'd rather us not try to move them. One's got a gut shot," she explains. "If you excuse us. We've got a mission to carry out." She trots back halfway between the med team and the truck and makes a motion, "Corporal Rakes you are with me after handing off to medical! Let's sweep the store for our target!" She takes a moment to take a breath, keeping her eyes on the horizons and entry points to the battlefield to make sure no reserve forces are arriving.

Cyclops lands and the hatch opens. It's a pair of EMTs aboard and the ECO. The ECO remains but the EMTs make it out to join up with the marines and help get both Lleufer and Fischer aboard. Once the two injured marines are aboard, the Raptor seems intent on taking off and getting away. Especially since they're occupying the only suitable landing area in the parking lot. Rakes' radio crackles to life again: "Echo, Rapid. We'll be landing to pick up any stragglers and cargo once Cyclops is away."

<FS3> Randy rolls Alertness: Good Success.

Rakes is too busy (read: combat fatigued), after passing off Sergeant Ynyr and his equipment, to move. So she continues to bend at the waist and rest her hands on her knees. Randy is still in need of her so she holds up a thumb's up in the combat engineer's general direction, voice, something. Randy is over there. She needs to get there. With a huff and a hand to steady the carbine dangling from her shoulder, she begins heading for the building. Soon enough and after a sip of water from a hose, she focuses on holding the rifle aloft and forward while moving to better flank and support Randy. "On your six."

<FS3> Rakes rolls Alertness: Good Success.

Using his rifle to balance himself, Fischer has at least managed to get himself back to his feet, but isn't exactly mobile. A breef pause as he listens to the people around, frowning a bit, before he's helped into the Raptor. Leaning back where he's placed, he closes his eyes. "Don't die…" he offers in Lleufer's direction, a bit quietly.

As the two marines still 'standing' pass into the further darkness of the warehouse, the sun is setting outside. It's dim, but there's still enough light coming through the broad warehouse doors to see by. Somewhere past the initial displays (most destroyed by the rioting in the early days) there's a lone Centurion. Someone left behind, perhaps. Or maybe his circuits aren't firing right, so he missed the call to arms. And worse yet (for him)? He's facing away from them. If one could feel sorry for a mass of machinery…

Randy nods to the Corporal and rolls right into the warehouse like clockwork, trying to wave the previous rush of adrenaline to her next possible engagement. She breathes deeply through her mouth as her heart keeps pace with the moment, with the quiet. When they roll up on the centurion that is seemingly glitching out, Randy fans out and signals to shoot on three.

<FS3> Randy rolls Firearms: Success.

<FS3> Randy rolls Awareness: Success.

<FS3> Rakes rolls Awareness: Good Success.

It's something that comes with practiced ease. Infantry know what is up. Randy moves one way and Rakes moves oppositely in order to simultaneously clear the near surfaces, and then far, of the building. She holds her fire and turns with a stuttering pivot in order to track what she sees with her rifle's barrel. There's a Centurion near them. It's alone. As far as Rakes can tell. She doesn't fire in spite of the command and instead just watches the metal-man tumble. "What was that about?" she asks. "Didn't want to fight?" She wants to say more but there's a label in the background and that label says 'CALABAR BE-' she can't make out the rest. It's the beans. Walking over there, well, she only discovers a flat cart further beyond, too, and just wheels that into better view. Like they didn't just murder some robot. "War. War sucks. But this is a cart. And those are beans."

3. Muzzle flash. Randy's rifle bursts down the immobile 'target.' "Clear." No pause is given for the machine. No moment of pity or prayer is sent to the heavens for it. Randy steps over the machine to head on towards the produce section. She angles their way there via the outside edges of the store to get there, providing them a clean sightline down an entire length of the store. When they arrive to a canned foods aisle. "We've found them," she says in mock awe after Rakes reads it out. "Good job. Even better frakking job," she says when she sees the cart. A bright smile gleams in the dim light. "Let's get one of these frakkers on there."

"Echo, Rapid. Y'all alright in there?" They heard the gunfire. "We need to get out of here before a Raider spots us."

"We're good. It was another one- uh- I think it was malfunctioning. It was just standing there being a mannequin." Rakes murmurs into her headset. She then returns to the matter at hand which is to try and shimmy and pretend she did not just run into combat minutes prior; because this barrel is heavy. "All I am is a good job. Even when I aim to misbehave." It takes more than her but the cart makes it far easier to roll in the Raptor's direction. Plus, they bring cans. Calabar Beans for all.

Rapid's ECO, Hairy (really, easy guess how he got that call sign) just sort of stares at the barrel once Rakes and Randy appear with the cart. The man shakes his head and quickly hops down from the raptor. The pilot gets the engines spinning up again. Cyclops is already off, away, and jumping home to Orion to get Ynyr and Fischer into sickbay proper. Thankfully, with the ECO's help, getting the barrel loaded up isn't too hard. It leaves Randy and Rakes free to partake of the spoils and enjoy the ride home.

"Ha. You? Misbehave?" Randy also makes Rakes do a stop for some plastic silverware and some other materials before they finally get out. These things are rapidly stored in various little gear pockets and whatnots. "Let's get the hell out of here," she says as she hops into the raptor. She glances over to their wounded and straps herself in by tether.

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