AWD #277: Santos Ridge: Day Two
Santos Ridge: Day Two
Summary: The marines are briefed on the situation before help arrives in the form of a supply raptor.
Date: 10/Oct/2013
Related Logs: Chronologically after Santos Ridge: The Morning After
Amos Brina Fischer Iphigenia Jax Kostas Lleufer Mallas Samtara Kalum Afton Jena dropkickst 
Santos Ridge — Picon
Ground floor of an abandoned office building being used as a makeshift base.
AWD #277

Once daylight came after what was an exceptionally difficult and ass freezing night, and after Ynyr realized they were not going to try to hoof it out today, he sent out small group of Marines to go and seek out … dumpters of all things. As well as insulating materials for them and anything else that might be found of use along the way to staying warm.
While the tiny team was out doing that, Lleu himself went with Kostas to see what they could do to scrounge local buildings for other salvageables. Food in particular, should they be so lucky. As the day wanes, those who were still out on such jobs are now tricking back in. None wants to be left out after dark and all must report back timely. Lleu walks in with one such group looking tired if less cold for his activities. He takes a seat behind some cover incase of snipers and while he waits for Kostas to find the Captain or whatever, Ynyr opens his canteen to take a very small tip of his dwindling water.

Amos has been alternating between keeping watch and doing rounds checking on the tank, the wounded, the civies and such. People have their orders and seem to be carrying them out, so he's leaving them to it. With the Priestess working with the civilians he's now back on watch, and sat by a top floor window so he can still see whats going on in the distance but have some degree of cover from prying eyes and the bitter wind.

O'Connell stayed back, helping with the wounded and the children as well as those who are older. By the time the others return she has given up her canteen so some of the littlest civilians can have a drink and she also has given up an atricle of warmer clothing so one of the young mothers could wrap up her toddler in it. Means she's quite a bit colder than she would've been and she'll be thirsty as frak soon, but if it means lending comfort when and where she is able to in the small ways she can.

From somewhere inside, well back inside the office ground floor comes an awful noise. The screach of a large, heavy metal object being shifted and scraped against the floor. Such sounds have been going on for a while as Marines have been working inside.

Helping with the civilians, and keeping watch seems to be the things Fischer has busied himself with as well. When dealing with the children, he's seemed to be more at ease than he's been for a while. But now, as he's found some brief moments to himself, he looks even more distant, as he leans back a bit against a wall.
Perhaps a unique approach, or definitely not exactly by the book, but Kostas seems to have rounded up a handful of the civilians for her mini-expedition, volunteers, all the healthiest of the pregnant women in the early-to-mid stages where awkwardness isn't a factor. The more injured marines left to help fortify the base, it's a few of the lightly to not injured ones she takes with as well, mostly for lookouts and guards. It gives the women something to doand frankly, the pack mule aspect is neededand it keeps a few more people warm as well. Kos knows the Picon folks wellit's clear that she doesn't expect them to be fainting flowers. And the ones that have volunteered to join the efforts to try to find what they can to scavage certainly rise to her high expectations. The group comes in from the trek back from the strip mall and side streets laden with stuff, though unfortunately not much food. At least not that people want to eatyet
The bulk of it is clothing: lots of it. Mostly springtime wear, but the civvies who have spent so much time in hiding and under seige likely know what to do with itstuffing jackets, using the (all adult) sized stuff with some modifcations for the kidsthere's even some Gis (martial arts uniforms) for the some of the kids. There's some food—noodles for a light meal for half the group, cooking oil, a couple of jars of alfredo sauce. Pet treats. A twelve-pack of soda. Stacks of newsletters. A couple pieces of furniture easily broken down for wood that weren't too cumbersome to carry. Kos has everything taken to the areas set up for the civilians, and shows them how to wad up the paper for makeshift clothing insulation too, getting the kids involved as well. Wadding up paper is something to do, and it's activity. Anything to keep everyone moving.
Once that's done, Silvia will rejoin the Marines, her lips pressed together grimly. She does not even, for now, have her bag of trademark looted candy. That's been given over to (in her estimation) the wisest/most experience mom for even distribution to the children over the longest space of time possible. Though knowing Kostas, she probably has a spare stash on her somewhere.

After his brief sit down to rest and a drink of water, Lleufer gets up and carries in the bag of things he also found to share out. Again, mostly clothing but hey, they'll all be warmer for it. "I want the bags to lay down for bed padding and some of the spare clothes for Jax. Especially for his legs and feet." Tired as he is, Ynyr starts helping with some of the sorting, trying to find a few things also for Brina whom he knows has been shivering. Lleu's pretty cold himself but them first before himself. He pauses though, a little light headed.

Brina drifts back towards where the others are, her arms held tightly about herself. As much as she likes being helpful it's really starting to bite her in the ass, especially when a cold wind sinks in through her clothing and gear. Lleufer and Kostas are given a quick smile which might all attention to how blue her lips are. "Looks like there was some luck to be had," she quips, the words broken up by how her teeth chatter.

He's been drifting in and out, has Jax. But he's awake now, making a questioning noise - apparently he heard his name spoken. "Huh?" he says, eloquently, rolling an eye to look over at Lleufer.

His watch over for now, Amos heads back down to join the others. He's seen the various parties returning with their spoils and figured he's given them long eough to celebrate the small victories and now he can't really put off pissing on everyone's chips any longer. He's not rushing down the stairs, but nor is he aiming for stealth either, he just walks out into what has become the marine's communal area, glancing briefly to check that the civilians are engaged in activiies sufficiently far enough away that he can brief his men without them overhearing.

Fischer pushes himself away from the wall, making his way over towards Lleufer, Brina and the others now. "Hanging on here?" he asks, a bit quietly, looking between the people present a bit thoughtfully.

Kostas doesn't take any of the clothing—though if one looks super closely at her, she might have the odd piece of memo paper hanging out of her vest or something. She doesn't sit, or stay still for long. Even sometimes doing jumping jacks, stalking around.

Lleufer stands there until his head clears, then he finds something to hand over to Brina, "Here, put that on. You need to layer up some." He picks out a few more things for Jax and then leaves the rest for the others so he can take it over to where the wounded Marine is laying. Ynyr squats down and when he sees Jax is awake, Lleu smiles, "Hey man. Got you some warmer shit to wear. Got you some really fat man sweats here for your legs we can pad up, and some more socks. You need a little water?"

"Could do," says Jax, like he's the one doing Lleufer a favor. But he does look grateful……as well as purely awful. He's a bloodless white, eyes sunken into his head. "And well, that's great. So long as they don't make my ass look fat."

The clothing is accepted with a quietly-given 'thank you' and Brina starts to put it on. The armor has to come off before she can and she has to hurry to keep from getting too much more cold air trapped in against what she's wearing, it taking a bit longer than she'd like. Once done she looks kind of silly with the newly added bulk perhaps giving the impression of a child in a snowsuit that is soooooo over-stuffed with additional layers under it that they can't move their arms. "Oh… um." Wriggle, squirm… ah! There we go. The clothing gets resettled and Brina finds herself able to move those limbs again.

Finding himself a patch of rubble to sit on, Amos does not immediately go for any of the extra clothing, he'll do that later. He does glance to the returned scavengers though and give them a quick nod and a "well done." Deciding to shift seats agin, so he's closer to where Lleufer and Jax are he tilts his head to wards Kostas a moment and asks, "you mind joining us a moment Ensign? I'll try not to keep you long but there's been a few updates I need to make you all aware of."

Nevermind Jax out ranks him and could be ordering Lleufer around. Lleu splits a grin, "Long as you are laying on your ass, nobody's going to notice." With care, he starts to sort the things off and get Jax's boots off, jostling his brother Marine as little as possible. It's going to be slow going, "We'll need to pad it up with some trash paper and stuff to insulate." It'll take some time, doing that and getting Jax's socks off to dry out a few minutesw and putting on the fresh, not damp socks first. Lleu gently but firmly rubs Jax's feet, "Gotta keep you from getting frost bite. I'll find something to wad around your feet more." Even a plastic trash bag would help. The Aerilon MP glances over his shoulder back to Amos as he helps Jax.

Fischer takes a few of those pieces of clothing, and starts putting them on himself. Before taking off the armor to do it, he takes out those two photos from beneath it, studying one of them longer than the other. "Even if I have to crawl, I'll be home to you…" he says, before putting them away and adding the extra clothing, then putting on armor and such again. Looking towards Amos now, he keeps quiet for the moment.

"You know, time was, I used to at least demand dinner and a movie first before I let another man take my pants off," says Jax, mock-mournfully. But mostly he's clamping his jaw, lest he make undignified noises of distress, as Lleufer works. He cocks an eye at Amos, but doesn't get up. Not a chance.

Brina brings her armor with her and starts to put it back on, that while listening to Ommanney. She is curious and very openly so but she doesn't go as far as to say so.

"Natch, Sir," Kostas replies to Amos, moving over. Though there's still a subtle rock and stretch to her, even as she's standing there. "Guess I put off doin' my nails 'til later." She's all ears then, though quietly she slips a hand into her pocket, withdrawing a wrapped candy, and tosses it into Jax's lap. Something to take the nasty taste of blood and one's mortality from the mouth when you're seriously hurt. She gives him a wink, if he looks up. Yeah, the Queen Bitch held out on some of the civvies. But then it's quick to being grim. And perhaps, a hint of guilt.

"Not taking your pants off, pervert. Sorry to disappoint. I'm putting more pants on ye." Lleufer gives Jax a wink, "Foot massage is extra so you owe me for that one." When he's done and also assisted Jax with another torso layer, Ynyr moves to take a seat where he can keep an eye out and also listen. He looks to his Captain, "Sir, we managed to find and bring in two dumpsters that were close by. Tipped'm over at an angle almost against the concrete wall in the back so the kids can pile into them tonight. Put up insulation they brought back to cover the top and sides best we could. They can build a little fire to help warm'm. With the clothes Ensign Kostas brought back, they should be in a lot better shape tonight, sir." There's Lleufer's report, such as it is.

Once he's sure he has everyone's attention Amos starts, voice low so it shouldn't carry. "The good news, the 91st is putting their foot down and their new ETA is Saturday morning." He lets that settle in for a moment, then continues, "the rest of what I have to say, is not for civilian ears. I need to make that very clear straight off." He looks round the marines to make sure they seem to get that, then gives them the bad news. "The cylons seem to have changed their plan. They were heading north, hence or little rescue mission, but now they're heading this way. Best guess is they've decided that the city is their best bet for making a stand and just about every centurion on this continent is heading in our direction. As such, any plan that involves hiding out until they pass is now null and void. I won't sugar coat this gentlemen, we can't drive out, we can't walk out and if the 91st are prevented from reaching us then we'll be looking at around thirty thousand or so on our doorstep in a matter of days." He pauses for a moment to give Lleufer a nod to confirm he's heard and understood the report, then continues. "As such, I've declared Shattered Castle. All forces in the vacinity, and those that can in orbit, will be attemtpting to take out the cylon air defences so they can get either supplies dropped to us, or punch a hole big enough to get raptors in. Ration what food and supplies we have for a period of forty eight hours or so because one way or the other, we're not going to be needing them longer than that."

Making the rounds of the civilians in varying stages of medical attention and/or stages of distress, for a handful of survivors who are, quite literally, survivors thus far and will hopefully continue to be so, Nadir is pleased to note that the group is not overly burdened by hysterical screamers. Those tend to grate on her nerves and make her wish, rather intently, for sedatives and possibly ear plug. Nadir is layered in all of the clothing she'd worn, naturally, along with a clean set of gloves covering her hands and yet another disposable half-mask tucked into one of the front pockets of her vest. She joins the edge of the group gathering around the captain, fishing a notebook out of another pocket as well.

"We still on starvation rations," Kos adds to Lleu's report. "Didn't find much in th' way of salvage. Suggest we give that all t' the civilians—there's some tough bitches amongst 'em who ain't no stranger to knowing how t' ration." Her tone is admiring. Though her own report falls silent, once Amos prepares to speak. She listens attentively, and then nods. "Aye, Sir."

That is a lot to absorb and by the time Brina finally gets it all sunk in she finds herself feeling sick. "Frak me," she whispers, shaking her head. The others are given a quick glance to assess their reaction but is quiet otherwise.

And that has Varis even paler, if that's possible. Very much a feat, that, but now Jax is the color of old, dirty paper, his lips thinned out into a grim line. He's listening from where Ynyr is tending him, ears pricked, as it were. Kostas's gesture makes him grin wanly at her, and he doesn't wait to consume the candy. Yeah, he's taking food from the mouths of little ones…..but those kiddies can't handle a rifle last ditch. He can. So he gets the sugar.

Lleufer thins his mouth, having tried to push for loading up the vehicles they still have and trying to push south but there's too much fighting already blocking the way. "We gotta do something, sir." He runs a hand over his face, "Might be we can use the sewers and try to push south, if it's too hot to go through over land? But we'd need light. Have to try to stay out of the water but it'll be a little warmer down there." It's a pretty thin idea and Lleu knows it but he's trying to think. "I know some can't walk but we could make stretchers for a few." Hard to think when you are cold, tired, hungry and hurt.
Ynyr looks around, "Or subway?" Did this town even have one?

A hand going to those photos again as he hears the words, Fischer lets out a bit of a sigh. "We will get through this…" His words are quiet, meant for himself, but those nearby can probably hear it as well. "After all, I made a promise." Nodding to the part about the the rationing, he lets out a breath. "Only wish there was a stream or something here. Something with fish in it…" Another brief pause now.

As Kostas brings up the food situation, Amos turns to Samtara. "Captain Nadir, you're likely the best judge of all of us with regards to who has the greatest needs, will you work with the Ensign on assigning the rations please?" He lets the others have a few moments to digest what he's just relayed, then kicks back in with orders and instructions. "Keep up the watch rotations and keep on getting rest while you can. Don't boil the snow to drink and make sure no one else does either." He glances briefly to Fischer and remarks, "this city was nuked Corporal, better to go hungry a day or two than eat anything fresh you might find." Lleufer then gets more of a consideration as he glances momentarilly towards the civilians. "Most of them are wounded and in a bad way, the majority of us might be able to make it to the 91st if we walked, sewer or over ground, but it would mean abandoning our charge." A glance back round each of them again before he adds, "and I think we all know that that is not an option."

Kostas rocks back on her heels. "Well, it ain't like some of these folks ain't been on the run before." Kostas says quietly. "Turn the ones that wanna go loose, they might be able t' hide and make it work for a time if we can't hold the canners off long enough. Might be able to let some get away." Clearly, she's planning to be the last shield standing if necessary. "Aye, Sir," she says to Amos, nodding once, her arms folded.

Calm eyes meet those of Captain Ommanney once he explains their situation as it stands, at present, though no notes are needed now that Nadir has a finely tuned grasp of everything. "Is there, by any chance, a library in this town, Captain? Ensign?" asking first Ommanney then Kostas and the rest of the scavenger party with a glance around. "I only ask because what libraries have are books, full of paper, paper is more than adequate in terms of ad hoc insulation. If there's a library still standing, that hasn't been gutted, that would address the conservation of body heat issue," she suggests while offering another of those measured nods, this time to Kostas. "Certainly. We can ration to the last ounce, as long as we have water we can keep going for a lot longer than forty eight as well."

Brina shakes her head and whispers to Lleufer after stepping close, "Would it be worth exposing all our wounded to the germs and shit one finds in a sewer?" She gets that it's a risk they might decide to take but if it comes down to a vote, she'll vote no. Sighing, she finds an broken up piece of concrete and sits, frowning, wishing that ideas would come to her.

Lleufer frowns, "We can go about one day without water, sir. That's it so we need to take careful stock of how much we have left. Then we'll have to melt snow. We can all take some rads if we have to and be treated for radiation sickness later if needed. Snow won't have much in it. Standing water, ground water though, may be saturated with metals and we mustn't touch it." They whole thing that they'll stay here and live or die together without even trying to trek out, well, that doesn't sit too well with him. But Ynyr shuts his mouth. He gives Brina a stupid look, "Germs are the least of our problems right now."

Jax looks wry, but he's reserving comment. His lips are still thinned out, his face almost masklike. Sweating, despite the chill - painkillers being at a premium.

"It is possible, that one or two might make it to the outskirts," Amos notes, "but with tens of thousands of centurions closing in from all directions and with no means of contact, I do not fancy their chances of hooking up with the 91st. No. It's not a palatable thought, I know that, but our best bet is to sit tight, hold this position and let the air and gunnery crews do their work. We have every, and I mean every, asset on or over this continent focusing on getting us home right now, and that's not something I'm going to bet against lightly." His intial assumption when the library is metioned is that it's an idea for keeping the civilians focused on things that aren't their immediate situation, but once that's clarified he answers, "most likely, but where and what state it, or they, are in I have no idea. We are surrounded by office buildings though, so I do no think you need to look far." He's aware of course, the some are already using paper for just that purpose, but equally he wants ideas to flow freely, not have people hold back for fear they've already been mentioned.

Fischer just nods now, shaking his head a little bit as he looks around. Only partially paying any attention to what's being said. Expression quite distant, as if most of his mind is far, far away from here.

Hey. Brina can't think of everything. If she could she would be the Sergeant and Lleufer her cute little MP gr… oh, wait. Frowning, she eyes him, her own expression rather dour, a subtle 'frak you' thrown into the weird conversational-expression thing they have going on at the moment. "Sorry. I'll keep my comments to myself, Sarge." Shrugging, she looks back out over the assembled military personnel as a whole, her shoulders slouching.

Sergeant Ynyr lets out a sigh with some relief, "If they really are coming by Saturday, we can hold out somehow." He starts to add how surprised he is that they'd put so much effort into trying to get them out at all with things heating up that much, but Lleu bites his tongue on it. He catches Brina's look, which he probably deserves, then shakes his head, "No, we need to hear'm. Pay me no mind, O'Connell. Tired." And hurting from pushing hard today. Lleufer gets up and with a glance to see if Amos will detain him, starts to walk off a short distance to have some space. Not so far he can't still catch most of what they might be saying.

"Excellent," Nadir says with a nod to Kostas before she glances around again. "Let me test my understanding. We have, at present, gathered all the survivors in this specific region in this one location. The Cylon force in region is on it's way here, en masse, and they are not likely selling encyclopedias in a door to door style. We don't have any armored vehicles to use to withdraw from the city in a convoy of the like originally intended. Nor, and this is pure speculation, enough fuel to adequately provision enough civilian vehicles that could be acquired to this task should we even have enough vehicles in working order to do so. And, stipulating that we had the luck to do precisely that, we'd run the same gauntlet of being attacked by those Raiders again and in vehicles of significantly less armor and shielding against such things. We're short on food, we're short on water, and the Sergeant," she tips her head at Ynyr, "is correct with regards to radiation as it accumulates in standing water verses snow or rain water, it's still present but it's not a standing pool of water. Any fish or other local wildlife that would normally be a reasonable food source is, as well, equally contaminated. We are not, at present, short on the medical supplies but," and now a grimace of regret is aimed at Staff Sgt Varis, "there is only so much in the way of pain meds to go around." This summed up she wonders, "Have I missed anything? Most buildings of this size have a below ground level, or two to be fair, which may prove to offer more protection to our assembled civilians than being higher in these buildings. It may also serve to separate the population out in less of a concentrated area so as to reduce the risk of extinction of all."

Kostas nods once. "Hold 'em here, an' hope even if we don't make it, th' backup will sweep in an' take over." She seems to be relatively at peace with this, holding her hands tucked under her arms. She falls silent as Samtara speaks though, her face going carefully neutral.

A quick glance is given to the Sarge who is also given a nod, Brie trying to convey understanding as well as an apology of her own, the latter being something she'll give verbally after the meeting. "The big question about any sublevels we might find… well, how well-ventelated and insulated are they? If it's cold down there and there's frak all for air circulation we wouldn't be able to safely build a fire to keep warm with." So much for her keeping quiet, huh?

Speaking of pain meds, Lleu sure would like some. But no, he won't ask for any. He takes a seat where he can keep watch behind some cover, rifle laid close to hand. He scans the cityscape around them and as the others speak, he glances over to see if anyone is paying him further attention. When it looks like they aren't, he fishes into his kit to pull out a small vial of stim tablets he got back at Crandall but hadn't yet been using. Resigned that he's flagging a little, Lleu looks at them but he resists taking any of them just yet. The tiny vial stays in his hand though. Man his neck aches so he tries to rest for now, listening to fighting and missles going off in the distance.

"There is one other thing Captain," Amos states to Sam, not having stopped Lleufer from moving. "There is an airdrop being loaded for us.I'll take a bit of time before they can clear the skies for a flypast, but we'll get food, meds, water, ammo, blankets, more clothing and, if all goes to plan, a parajumper who can aid in both the defense against the small incursions, and the treatment of the wounded." At the mention of 'extinction of all' he shakes his head slightly, "let me be clear. If it comes to that then it's all anyway. As I said though, I'm betting on the good guys for this one." As Brina takes up the basement train of though he turns to her, "Captain Arden has scouted the area for any and it seems that there is nothing below the ground floor in any of the buildings around."

There's a shout down from the third floor, Knox's voice echoing down the stairwell. "Look alive, Marines! Supply Raptor is inbound! ETA five minutes and they're coming in hot."

Having gone fully silent, Fischer's just quietly studying those photos of his now, expression very thoughtful as he does. Although he blinks a bit as he hears Knox's words, the words getting through to his mind. Looking around to see if there are any orders given now.

"Best news all day," Kos grins to Knox's shout. "Well, 'cept for th' hot part. Better hot than cold though," There's a bit of a spring in her step. "We ready ta trot, Cap'n?" she asks Amos, flexing her gloved fingers.

"Less time then I thought apparently," Amos states as he pushes himself to his feet, "see what I meant about every asset." Gripping his SMI 80 he then yells, "Marines! Find what positions you can and lets do what we can to give them a smooth ride. Private Mallas, your machine gun, in position, two minutes tops. Everyone else, look sharp, watch the skies and prepare to start hauling those supplies under cover sharpish."

Mallas arises from where he's been dozing, curled up in the corner with his weapon across his lap. The Private spends a moment stamping his feet and grumbling to himself, looking around at the assembled Marines. Something's up, and it's not long before duty calls. Or at least Captain Amos does. "Aye aye, sir." Mallas trudges up the stairs, going for high ground on the roof.

Somewhere in the distance, the rate of heavy gunfire picks up. It sounds like its mostly to the south. Anti-aircraft guns all over the area sound like they are all coming to life at once. And in the din of all that fire, there is the distant sound of atmospheric engines roaring. Raptor inbound.

"Right," and Nadir wonders of the captain, "and where would you like me to assist in this?" glancing from face to face, again.

"You need a hand, Varis," Kos asks Jax, ready to offer a hand if need be. "'r ya sittin' this one out? If you ain't let's get you set up, neh?" She adjusts the rifle on her shoulder, squinting as she picks out a spot to assemble after she's directed by him, if he's up for playing kick the canner.

Well, that gets him to his feet fast. So much for a rest. Lleufer pockets the stims for now but probably won't be long before he'll take one. He grabs his rifle and looks around at the sky, "From which direction?" Possibly hard to say. Ynyr at once starts to look for a good clear space large enough out front for the Raptor to land that's close by cover, "Do we need to pop smoke for'm to come in on, sir?" These are asked over his radio set as Lleu starts to make sure they are ready. Jax of course is well back from shooting but laid where he has a line of sight out if he wants to try plinking from behind cover.

"Prop me up somewhere," says Jax. "I'm not gonna lie around while all you frakups make me cringe." And he lets Lleufer and Kos drag him somewhere where he can lie on his good side and aim a rifle.

"With the civilians, keeping them calm," Amos answers to Sam, "it's about to get noisy." He doesn't say, and be ready to treat any of us who might get hit, he figures she knows that one anyway. Moving to the edge of the building he glances briefly to the turret from the destroyed rapier but remembering how much joy it;s own crew had had with bringing it to bare on raiders he decides to conserve it's ammo for further land based attacks. "They know where we are Sergeant and I don't think they're planning on stopping. Any smoke we send up is just going to attract more canners here."

The sound of the incoming raptor convinces Mallas to double-time it up the stairs, his breath fogging in the cold air by the time he gets to the top. At the exit to the roof he stops, poking his head out peering cautiously around. He's as exposed as he wants to be until there is something to shoot at.

Fischer looks around, nodding a bit at the words from Amos. "Will do, sir," he replies, words clear, as he moves to find his position now, checking his rifle a bit quickly, just to be sure.

"Well shit, you on to us now," Kostas grins at Jax, though she refrains from slapping him on the back at least. She does give him a relatively playful (and deceptively careful) thump on the helmet once they get him set up on wherever they're heading. "Don't hog all 'f th' action now." Once he's settled and as covered as he's gonna get, she picks out her spot, eyeing the sky, and the surrounding areas once she gets settled, waiting for the drop.

"Drop and run, got it, Captain." Lleufer says as he runs back to help Kostas shift Jax to a better firing position. "You holler out if you get hit. The Doc'll come, Staff Sergeant." Which reminds Lleu that he's supposed to try and keep Nadir safe. Keep an eye on her if he can. He shares a look with Kostas and then likewise takes up a position of cover to watch and wait, ready to run to grab the goods. "Might want to warm up one of the smaller trucks. Can zip it out, throw stuff into it and zip it back under cover faster than we may be able to carry by hand, depending on how it's packaged?"

"Will do," Nadir says with a nod to Amos before taking a nose count again and adjusting the fit of the backpack she's still wearing. She brought it along for a reason, after all.

Looking down the street, far to the south, the people on the ground can see it. Its moving -fast-, a speck that doesn't look like its moving much except for when the object nearly bounces off the pavement when a SAM nearly blows it apart. The missile explodes behind it and there's black smoke coming from an engine almost right away. This guy is moving really fast… and he's got company. Behind him, and slightly high, two Raiders are diving in. Its a pure race to the finish line. Loser dies.

"Eye's south!" Amos calls, "she's coming in low." Sorry, Lleu, good plan, no time. "Private Mallas, you got a bead on those raiders? Fire as soon as you can be sure to miss the raptor, lets see if we can give them some breathing room by way of thanks."

"Holy shit that motherfrakker got some ovaries 'f steel," is Kostas' observation at watching the bird. She gives Lleu a nod. "Lesse how much she got." At the manner of the drop though she sighs. "All right baby, get yer ass out of here," she mutters under her breath. Her rifle's at the ready and so is she—but not much a gun is gonna do against a raider so she holds tight.

Then, suddenly, another thought occurs to Amos and he's pushing himself up and sprinting for the armoured vehicle, calling as he does so, "Private! Get me that hornet, now!" One less rifle hopefully won't make much difference if he doesn't get back in time, but a SAM certainly will.

Up on the roof, Mallas is looking up into the sky with an annoyed expression. He can hear the raptor getting louder, but where the frak is it? He moves cautiously out onto the rooftop for a better look, and then stops. Oh, there it is. Flying up the road. "Crazy mother frakker …" Boots crunch across the roof as Mallas runs to a good firing position. Bracing the LMG, he answers Captain Ommanney with a shout. "On it!" He aims just above the raptor, tacking and waiting for it and the raiders to come into range.

"Or balls. Guts, either way." Ynyr's sharp now, watching and he smiles as Amos makes a run for the Hornet, "Wish we had LC Erik Jast with us. Man's a great shot with the big stuff. Pray the Captain channels such skill tonight."

"Hell yeah, Cap'n!" Kostas grins at Lleu, teeth flashing in her tanned face. "Get it up an' get it off and take that flyin' piece of shit *down*!" Banter, good for morale, yeah?

Fischer doesn't say anything to the others as he watches the Raptor's approach now. Keeping his rifle ready for whatever it is that might come after it, he shakes his head a bit. "Come on…" he mutters, under his breath.

The Raiders begin firing at the Raptor. Tracers scream past it but still the pilot keeps it steady. The pilot is either completely blind or just so determined that he is probably actually crafted of steel nuts. And bolts. Then, about a quarter mile out, the Raptor pitches slightly up and slows a bit. It climbs past 250 feet and slows just enough to be noticed, but its still fast. The Raiders try to adjust their aim and it looks like they're going to get him in the next ten seconds… then the Raptor is thrown hard to the left and four large black crates tumble out into the slipstream. The chutes open almost right away and begin floating towards the ground. It then quickly rights itself and then there's three more objects appearing. They're people. and they're jumping out of a Raptor that's traveling in excess of 300 knots and barely that number of feet off the asphalt. But within moments of the third jumper departing, as the chute opens, there is a flash and a soul-splitting -BOOM- as the Raptor jumps away. Every glass windshield and window on the trucks blows out, as does the last of the glass remaining in most windowsills.

<FS3> Amos rolls Gunnery: Success.
Amos grabbing the requested weapon from the hands of the TC as it's passed, Amos tries not to lose too much time as he turns and sprints back for the openning at the front of the building. Dropping down onto one knee he glances down the road as he sights on the raiders. He starts to worry far less when he sees the raptor jerk upwards, taking a moment to get a fix on the lead hostile before he fires. It's not a bad shot, and the SAM explodes only a fraction behind the target. Not a kill, but the smoke it trails as it peels off would indicate that it's having engine trouble. So to do the flames, for those that can see them.

Mallas sees the raiders open fire, but they're still too far away for his light machinegun. It's not until they're closed in and the raptor starts to climb that Mallas opens fire. The Zasta rattles out a series of long burst, sending red tracers upwards to arc across sky. This isn't like shooting at the strafing raiders last night, which where flying straight at him, but maybe just the sight of tracers will distract the Cylons a little.

One of those three figures in the air, chute open, Afton watches the ground come up fast to greet them, the chutes only doing so much to slow their decsent as their speed is rather quick. Low altitude low open, not exactly the safest jump. Her legs bend and she prepares to land, her hands grasping at the straps of her chute and she hits the ground, boots slamming as she tries to keep her momentum going into run until she hits her knees. Her chute billows in the cold wind but pulls and falls to partially cover her even as she is releasing it and balling it up quickly, staying low as she is reaching for her weapon strapped at her front, pulling it free.

Kostas lifts her weapon to cover the PJs as they start to land, just in case. "We got time ta run 'an get the drops, Sir?" she asks. Amos. "Might take a while on foot, but if a truck wouldn't be a magnet for air fire, probably best ta get them things in as soon as we can."

Amos is busy concentrating on reloading, there's still another raider up there after all. Not looking up he calls back to Kostas, "cover the jumpers and get them in here. Once the skies are clear we can try for the supplies." Before the skies are clear, they'd just get cut to shreds.

The final to jump out after the supplies and after the other two PJs, Jena has her chute open now and as she cuts through the cold air, hurtling towards the ground, she prepares for the hard landing. As soon as the ground is almost all up in her face, she deliberately slackens the stiffness in her limbs to take the landing without breaking anything. Boots hit the parking lot, run a few steps then she ducks and covers, rolling a few feet before she's releasing the chute. As she takes to her knees, gathering the chute as fast as she can she tries to get a lay of the land, rifle up and ready. "St. James, Kalum, you both good?" Her voice is as soft as she can make it and have them still able to hear.

Kalum gets a face full of cold wind on the way down, and then his chute is opening at the last moment. He lands hard on his feet, and dumps over onto the ground. His chute trails out behind him, and the PJ hits the release on his chute straps — letting it flutter to the ground harmlessly behind him in the icy winter wind. Quickly, he releases the supply bag between his legs, and tosses it up over his back. Then his weapon is readied, and he starts moving towards his other compatriots. "All clear. Lets get the gear, and get to our guys."

Wow, this is all coming in a lot sooner than hoped. Very good for morale indeed. Cheers go up as the Raptor not only makes the drop but also BOOMS away to safety. Eat that and Amos's Hornet, Raider shits! Ynyr lifts his baritone to cheer and pump a fist up into the air himself, though not for long. He starts out running to a new position to do as ordered, and give the incoming PJ's what cover he might. Others can start running for the cargo.

Kostas remains covering for the moment, having received her orders.

Mallas's stream of tracers soar above the low-flying raptor, and another long burst flies over the bundles that bail out. At least until he realizes some of them are people and checks his fire. "Who the frak is jumping /into/ this mess?" he wants to know, though being up on the rooftop by himself there's no one to answer. Shaking his head, the Private turns an eye to their Raider friends, waiting to see if the Cylons are going to pay them a more personal visit. At least one of them was damaged by that Hornet shot. Maybe they'll call it a day.

Letting out a breath as he sees the drop being done. Both the cargo and the crazy people called parajumpers. Fischer then moves into a position to better be able to help covering the trio, and looking ready to go out there if they need any help.

"Cruz, go make contact with the Marines. Have them send men out to cover us. We're going to start towards the crates. Asses the situation, and radio us." Kalum says in a smooth and quiet voice to Jena, and then looks over towards Afton. "Alright, Aft… You're on my aft. Lets get out of the middle of the street." With that said, Kalum makes a run towards the nearby buildings, and moves in the direction of the strip mall as he does.

The pack comes off next, heaved up onto a shoulder as she keeps her gun in the other. She glances over to Jena and nods, "All good, lets get those cases…" she says and glances up as some of the marines are breaking free to cover back up. Afton listens to Kalum as she drops her chute when he says they are going. "Well very well, if you want me there," she smirks, a sense of humor coming up as she takes her gun and moves to follow Kalum, rushing to cross open ground.

The presence of the rifle helps him feel somewhat like a useless lump of meat. But it feels far, far heavier than it ever did, with the weakness in him. Jax is watching, as best he can, rifle propped up on a bit of masonry - there's a murmured prayer of gratitude at the drops.

"Split up?" Deferring to Kalum when he issues her an order, not stopping to question anything. Though Afton gets another nod before Jena's off into the shadows, taking cover as she heads for where the Marines are.. or where she assumes they are, staying with the cover of the buildings while running up the street, rifle at the ready, pack on her back.

Amos spends 1 luck points on Die raider die.
<FS3> Amos rolls Gunnery: Success.
Not yet having seen the two parajumpers heading for the cargo, or the one heading towards them, Amos is still concentrating on reloading, and then the remaining raider. Slotting the next missle home the TC helpfully points him towards the right patch of sky and then he's aiming. The cylon appears to be turning, coming round for another run most likely so he takes his time and tracks it until he's confident, then depresses the trigger. As previously the missile flies true and there's an explosion in the sky which results in the remaining raider veering off sharply and seemingly in great difficulty. It may make it home, it may not, but it certainly isn't going to be bothering the colonial forces any time soon. Passing the launcher back to the private he then takes a moment to assess the situation on the ground before calling, "Sergeant Ynyr, take two men and help get those crates, the rest of you, covering fire."

When Lleu can see the PJ's and hoping to hell they really are their people and not some jacks, he stands from his cover and raises and arm to wave and get their attention. He then points in the direction the crates were dropped and turns to make a run for them, using cover to stop at along the way. This Marine is intent to get to those crates, get'm broken open, and start hauling supply ass. They are going to need a lot of hands to do it fast if anything else shows up.

While the raiders are dealt with, it would seem that the cylons are not giving up the fight for the raptor's cargo just yet. Centurions are approaching, not as many as the marines faced last night, this isn't an entire company, but it's a squad at least and it must have been relatively close-by for as the two parajumpers and selected marines make a sprint for the cargo cases, their foot steps can be heard approaching. A moment, maybe two later and they're rounding the corner of a side street between the main marine base and the strip mall, openning up on those heading for the cargo as they do so.

There is enough time to react but Afton makes a motion, "Incoming!" She skits to a stop, near planting her ass on the ground. But instead of committing herself to rush for cover. She eyes the opposite side of the street and goes for it, returning fire as she runs for it, trying to get to the other side to offer cover fire for the others coming to help with the cargo.

There was something unclear over his radio that takes Lleufer a moment to sort out with Amos. Once he has his orders, he points to Fischer and Brina and whistles sharply if he has to get their attention before he motions them sharply towards the crates. "Come on, move it! Let's break'm open fast and clear'm out!" The PJ's are coming as well though to take cover, help with the crates, or what he's not sure. Ynyr runs as fast as his legs will carry him towards those crates just as he sees the Centurions coming, "Shit."

Kalum sees the Centurions, probably hears them first even. "Just one minute on the ground. One minute without shooting. It's all I wanted." He says lightly to himself, and then hits the deck. "Pick them off, Aft. I'll cover you." With that said, the Petty Officer's riffle starts sending lots of fire down range at the Centurions — trying to draw their attention and make them keep their tin-can heads down.

That's more like it. After all the chaos and such Brina needed some direction which Lleufer is very kind to provide. Nodding, she rushes out after him, Rifle in hand, her eyes darting rapidly from side to side. Fortunately she sees the Centurions as they come into view but there's no way she'll be able to shoot and run. Hopefully the others will be able to cover their asses.

As the team of marines goes to meet up with the PJs, Kostas fires to cover them, shooting a burst at the first centurion to pop into her sight.

Rapidly running in the opposite direction, Jena isn't immediately aware of the coming squad of Centurions. Hearing the whistle, she notices one of the Marines.. so she makes a detour and approaches Lleu. "The cargo is dropped just over there," relaying the message. She recognizes him from the Orion but takes no time making pleasantries. "I'll go with you and help, St. James and Kalum are already headed in that direction." She relays the same information over the coms to the other PJs.

Even wounded, and lying like a landed fish, Jax is still in the fight, as best he can be. He aims carefully, but he's not trying for true sniping. Just to put a round on target.

Fischer nods a bit as he hears that, hurrying out from the cover to move for the crates. As soon as he sees the Centurions, he brings up his rifle, firing off a burst at one of them, even without too much hope of a quality shot.

Amos had been looking the other way down the main road, but that sound of mechanical footsteps is unmistakeable and the marine captain quickly turns to assess the situation. "Ensign, I'm going for the turret again, I think I've got a line of sight down that street." That said, he's up and running for the rapier turret and it's associated HMG, flicking the gun live he ais for the rearmost of the incomings, just incase he goes wide.

On top of the roof, Mallas has a bird's eye view of the action, and spots the incoming Centurions as they march into view. And half their people are still running around in the open after the air drop. Great. The Private moves up to the edge of the roof and kneels, leaning forward to prop his LMG on the edge and get the right angle to engage the Canners down on the ground. The familiar rattle of the Zasta sounds from above as plunging fire starts to fall onto the Centurions.

Iphigenia has taken up a position as instructed since it's become clear she can manage a rifle. She's under a lot of cover though, so she does what she can to assist.

Lleufer slows long enough to hear what Jena has to say and gives her a curt nod, "Come on then. Let's hustle." He taps her on the arm as he turns to run, bringing up his rifle as he makes for those crates, "We got company!"

<COMBAT> Kalum suppresses Cent-1 with Rifle Ap. <unsuccessful>
<COMBAT> Kalum suppresses Cent-2 with Rifle Ap. <successful>
<COMBAT> Iphigenia attacks Cent-1 with Rifle - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Amos fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-4 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-4 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-4 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-4 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Afton fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Afton attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Afton attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Afton attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jax takes careful aim at Cent-1.
<COMBAT> Cent-1 attacks Afton with LMG Tripod but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Brina passes.
<COMBAT> Mallas fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-4 with LMG AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-4 with LMG AP - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-4 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-4 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-4 with LMG AP - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-3 with LMG AP - Light wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-3 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-3 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-3 with LMG AP - ARMOR on Right Hand stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent-1 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent-1 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent-1 with Rifle AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kostas fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Kostas attacks Cent-4 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kostas attacks Cent-4 with Rifle Ap - Critical wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kostas attacks Cent-4 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Fischer fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP but MISSES!
<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent-4 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent-3 attacks Jena with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent-2 attacks Kalum with LMG Tripod - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jena passes.

<COMBAT> Cent-4 has been KO'd!

Boom! Headshot! One of Kos' bullets aims true, even if it gets dinged a bit by Armor. Still, the canner goes down baby down, and she takes aim at the next one to hit her sight.

Skidding to a stop near the strip mall, Afton lifts her rifle to take careful aim this time when she releases her three bursts. "Covering!" She calls to the other PJs and marines, waiting for them to join her as she finds some measure of cover this time. Her finger is steady on the trigger, her breath coming out slowly as she looks back to those still waiting to cross, managing to hug along the edge of the building.

It seems that the sound of the centurion's approach was enough to give the colonial forces a distinct advantage as battle was joined. Once centurion goes down almost immeidately and the others all rock a little under the incoming fire. It doesn't stop them though, and there's yet more coming.

Taking off with Lleufer, Jena doesn't shoot the first time, preferring to get a better shot in and not waste ammo. However when she gets shot at it becomes personal and she lifts her gun, aiming towards one of the Centurions, pulling the trigger as she runs nearer it beside the Marine.

Mallas walks his automatic fire across the line of advancing silver robots, pleased to see hits smacking into the first two. A split-second off the trigger, time enough to steady his aim, and he's firing again, traversing across the next set of Centurions, keeping up the covering fire.

Huh. Shooting and running. At the same time. Okay. Brina can definitely do this, encouraged by the way Lleufer does so himself. Not bothering to slow much, she takes a shot at one, hoping beyond hope she chooses a particularly injured one to aim for.

He hesitates, aim unsteady, the sights shaking. And doesn't fire for that first few moments, though Jax curses under his breath. Only then does he fire, and then at a target he thinks he's got better hopes of hitting.

Lleufer is running, slowing his steps only to take aim and fire off a burst though he's not as close as he'd like to hit anything. He resumes running full tilt as the Centurions fire, glancing once to make sure the PJ is still with him. Sergeant Ynyr doesn't know her name but he'd like not to loose her as they bolt into the fire towards those crates. The one he fired at didn't go down and is slightly closer so since he might have hit it and has lots of ammo left yet, Lleu fires off another burst and keeps charging into the frey, "Suck the lead, mother frakkers!"

With one of his targets going down, Amos can't help but smile a little from behind the HMG. The other is still up though so he keeps firing, tracking the bullets over that one, and the latest arrival to the party. He trusts those going for the crates know what they're doing and continues to work on clearing the way for them.

Kalum follows after Afton as they sprint and dodge their way down the street now, and is struck in the chest by a bullet. He is spun around, oomfs and groans loudly, and then keeps running. "Hit in the armor. That's going to leave a bruise." At the strip mall, the PJ slide in next to Afton, but stays up on his feet. His rifle rattles constantly now, and he continues to cover for her so that she and the Marines can pick off further Centurions without getting hit.

Grimacing momentarily as he misses his taarget, Fischer keeps on running, getting a bit closer before he fires off the next burst. Not bothering to look around to see how the others are doing at the moment, mostly just focusing on getting to the strip mall now.

Carefully planned shots. That's the way Iphigenia works, with prayer on her breath and deliberateness of action. Even if she's not making kill shots, she's helping to slow the mechanical bastards down.

<COMBAT> Lleufer fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent-1 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Head stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent-1 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Right Leg (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lleufer attacks Cent-1 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kostas fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Kostas attacks Cent-2 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Left Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kostas attacks Cent-2 with Rifle Ap - Serious wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Kostas attacks Cent-2 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Kalum suppresses Cent-1 with Rifle Ap. <successful>
<COMBAT> Kalum suppresses Cent-2 with Rifle Ap. <successful>
<COMBAT> Kalum suppresses Cent-3 with Rifle Ap. <successful>
<COMBAT> Kalum suppresses Cent-5 with Rifle Ap. <successful>
<COMBAT> Cent-3 attacks Iphigenia with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Afton fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Afton attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP - Light wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Afton attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Afton attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-2 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-2 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-2 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-2 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-2 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-1 with LMG AP - Light wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-1 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-1 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Mallas attacks Cent-1 with LMG AP and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jena fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Jena attacks Cent-2 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jena attacks Cent-2 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jena attacks Cent-2 with Rifle Ap - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Iphigenia attacks Cent-3 with Rifle - ARMOR on Right Leg stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Fischer fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP - ARMOR on Neck stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP - Serious wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Fischer attacks Cent-2 with Rifle AP - Moderate wound to Right Hand (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Cent-1 attacks Amos with LMG Tripod - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Cent-5 attacks Lleufer with LMG Tripod and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Cent-2 attacks Jax with LMG Tripod - Light wound to Right Arm.
<COMBAT> Brina fires a 3 round burst!
<COMBAT> Brina attacks Cent-3 with Rifle Ap - Light wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Brina attacks Cent-3 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Head (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Brina attacks Cent-3 with Rifle Ap and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos fires fullauto!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg - Moderate wound to Neck (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-3 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-5 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-5 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-5 with Hmg - Serious wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Amos attacks Cent-5 with Hmg and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jax attacks Cent-5 with Rifle Ap - Moderate wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).

<COMBAT> Cent-1 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cent-2 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cent-3 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Cent-5 has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Jax has been KO'd!

The hail of fire is remorseless, one might even pitty the centurions for the colonial forces seem to be on top form right now. Possibly it's the morale boost of the drop or maybe they're just throwing themselves into it to keep warm. Either way, the o coming centurions are decimated, and not in the traditional sense of the word. No, it's far worse than that as the fire incoming from both sides just anihilates the metal monsters. End of.

"Alright, Aft… Lets get these crates, and get the frak out of here." Kalum says quietly to Afton, letting his rifle dangle around his body, and then starts towards the crates. Once he gets to one of them? He grabs hold. Waits for Afton to grab the other end, and then starts hauling it and his ass back towards the Marines.

Brina cracks a small grin but doesn't stop to celebrate. She just keeps running once the canners are down for good. A quick check to make sure those she's with are alright before, with a grunt, she picks up the pace.

With the last Centurions hitting the ground for now, she pushes herself up and gives Kalum a quick look over to see if he's taken more damage. Unscathed for once, she nods her head. "Lets go," she agrees and glances towards the others before is shuffling to the crate and lifts the opposite side with Kalum. "Go…go go go, in case we have come back," her rifle is slung and she heaves, trained and true muscle helping her to shoulder the bit.

That tin can's a better markscan than one might expect. Because a round finds Jax, even in cover….and that's enough to put him down for the count. Not even a call of 'medic!' first.

Lleufer came into this fight already hurt, but not as badly as Jax laying back there with a gut wound. Ynyr took one in the side of his neck yesterday and running, he can really feel it doubly now with his blood presure up. Nothing has hit him yet in this fight so he's still going. Lack of food and enough water, the extreme cold has worn on him but at the moment, he's warm enough! Ynyr pauses for an instant to get some breath behind a corner of a building and is ready to fire off another burst - only the first wave of canners is down! Lleu sees Jena has fallen back to do her medical duty and sucking a few more breathes, the Sergeant pushes off to run some more. Athena's tits, he's flagging. Thankfully others are making the run for the supplies as well! And then Lleu gets there, slinging his rifle by the strap over his shoulder and grabs one end, waiting for someone else to pair up on the other with him.

Amos is starting to get the hang of the HMG now and he delivers a few solid hits into his targets. His aim is somewhat thrown though by a bullet from a centurion that comes a lot closer than he'd like to taking his head off. He's still standing as the last of the canners goes down, but feeling the pain in his throat and a warm trick down his neck and under his armour he then puts the call over coms, "Eyes sharp people, there might be more." Then, as he sags a little against the wall of the turret, "medic!"

Mallas shoulders his LMG once all the Centurions are down and no more seem willing to walk into their kill zone. "Come back anytime, mother frakkers!" he shouts in a hoarse but taunting voice. Are there any Cylons left nearby to hear him? He doesn't care. For a moment he watches the Marines dashing out to meet the PJs, sorting out who will move the supplies back. But nobody is telling him to do it, so Private Mallas moves off along the rooftop, making a quick check to make sure there's no company coming from any other direction.

Fischer has his guardians looking out for him. At least that's what he still believes, and since it's been a while since bullets has violated his body, he'll stick with it. Reaching the cargo, he moves for the other end of the one Lleufer was carrying. "Let's get it back!" he offers to the man.

When the firefight ends, Jena doesn't remain around those gathered at the crates, "I'm headed back to the others," telling Lleu before she heads back to the temporary camp to try and assist any wounded there.

<COMBAT> Jena treats Jax:
< Right_Arm (Light): successful
< Jax is back in the fight!

Lleufer gives Fischer a nod, "Let's do it." He strains to pick up the heavy crate and almost drops it, the wound in his neck protesting. He sucks a breath and staggers a step, then manages to get his end up and start a running-walk with it, Fischer on the other side. They thankfully don't have very far to carry them but it's going to bust their butts all the same to get'm under shelter.

Kalum nods at the Marines that pass him on the way to pick up the can. "You guys could've picked a warmer spot," he says lightly to Lleufer, and continues his hustle across the street towards the Marines. He pushes as hard as he can, and soon finds himself amongst the Marines. He glances around for the wounded, and spies Amos bleeding. "Help them with the last crate?" He says questioningly to Afton, and then starts over towards Amos. "Good day, Captain… Can I have a look at that?" He asks, motioning towards the man's neck.

Slipping inside the marine's shelter with the crate in between them, Afton moves to set it somewhere away from the walls so that they are free of those shooting. "I got it, you take care of him," she says as she nods to Kalum and heads back out to get to the last crate still waiting for them. She is running now, boots taking her back out the open for the third crate and thinking someone will join her soon enough. Her rifle bobs against her back as she leaves the safety of cover behind, eyes darting to watch for shiny movement.

As soon as the cratebearers are close enough, Kos trots out to help. She grins as she sees a familiar face. "Oy, Afton. Need a hand?" she calls. Might as well give some of the others a break.

Fischer makes sure to get a solid grip on his side of the crate, as he moves along with Lleufer now, nodding a little bit as he does. "We've got it well in hand," he offers to the man, words kept quiet, but meant to be encouraging. "Almost there…"

Glancing back, she stops only so long as to nod and make a motion. She nods to Lleufer and Fischer as she passes them. "Always need a hand, Ensign." She gives the woman a smile and is coming to slow down at the last crate, righting it and getting her hand into the grip as she waits for the aid of Kostas. "Good to see you alive," she comments to the other woman with a smile.

Amos has stayed with the gun, given he's not actively dying any more than usual and there still might be canners about. Noting the PJ's approach though he tilts his head slightly to allow the man access, keeping one hand on the trigger and the other moving to shift his balaclava as best he can. He is gritting his teeth though. Damn, that hurts.

Kalum inspects the wound for a moment, and purses his lips. "It's not that bad. More a deep graze then anything else." The Petty Officer says quietly, and then reaches into his med-kit. He pulls out some anti-septic spray, and douses the wound with it. "Sorry. I know it stings." He says smoothly, and then procedes to start bandaging up Amos neck. It takes a couple minutes, but the PJ has got time. When he is done the wound is covered in such a way that it wont hinder Amos from anything he needs to do, and despite the pain Amos is entirely back in the fight. "There we go, Sir. Right as rain… Which is about as right as you can hope to be right now." The PJ then glances around the area. "Whats the situation, Sir?"

<COMBAT> Kalum treats Amos:
< Neck (Moderate): successful

Things are found to help them open up the crates. It's cold and hard to undo the clasps, easier to knock them open. Lleu is more than happy to let others go after the last crate. The one he and Fischer hauled in is heavy as hell and turns out to be cases of ammo. "Well, that's welcome." He looks though, Ynyr being hopeful of food, though they aren't likely to have been dropped any water. The other crates are being busted open and he need only pause to rest and catch his breath a momemt to find out what was dropped. While that is happening, he turns a watchful if tired eye to see if there's any more Centurions and seeing none, looks back. He raises his voice for the PJ's, "We sure are glad to see you."

There's the odd wince and sharp intake of breath from Amos as Kalum works, but by the time the PJ is done and he's replacing the balaclava to keep what warmth he can. With no further sign of centurions he gestures to Kalum that they should head back under the cover of the building. "Pull up a pew, grab the other two while you're at it. We'll get you up to speed."

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