There Can Only Be One |
Summary: | Orion's Marines move in to extract a skinjob traitor from CMDR Spree's organization. |
Date: | 18/06/2013 (OOC Date) |
Related Logs: | None |
Surface of Picon |
The foothills of a mountainous area in Southern Picon. |
June 18, 2005 |
After the briefing in which everyone was informed of the plan for the day and given uniforms representing a unit on Picon, which also represents Erik's recently dispersed unit and armed with a formal looking letter requesting the presence of one Major Flynn (A One, to all you who are familiar with skinjobs) near the Spree base of ops on Picon. Should he agree, each Marine is also armed with a taser, and the powerful skinjob is to be subdued for as much time as it takes to get him to a nearby Raptor. Should Major Flynn disagree, then the nearby Raptor is armed with the chemical with orders to use it at the Flynn hideout and take the One out that way. Careful reminders that any and all skinjobs are believed to be immune to the chemical, meaning the One will be completely unaffected are stressed repeatedly. And as the Raptor nears the intel location of the Flynn… the Pilot and Eco are communicating, the chatter sounding rapid for indeed there is a Cylon camp nearby. The desired end is to get an unconscious Flynn on the Raptor and the PJ to keep him chemically sedated.
Knox is in his combat duds but has wrapped his radio in plastic, just in case the chemical is needed. If anything, he'll still be awake if its deployed. The man has his well-used combat gear on, complete with rubber bands and locksnaps. He sits in the Raptor, casually drumming his fingers on the rifle. "So!" he barks up. "This guy see's me, he's going to know something is up. They sent one of his number to kill my ass. You want me to stay here in the bird as an ambush?"
"Lords of Kobol, at this moment, I beg only to live the next few minutes well…" Kalum says softly to himself in the Raptor, situated in his normal seat next to the door gun. His helmet is in his lap, his rifle between his legs, and his medkit on the floor next to his feet. "For all we ought to have thought, and have not thought; all we ought to have said, and have not said; all we ought to have done, and have not done; I pray thee Gods for forgiveness… So say we all." He murmurs quietly, and as he finishes straps his helmet and his game face on. He checks that he has indeed brought several flashbang grenades, and tightens up his vest. Kalum looks over to Knox. "Wouldn't do to have him know shit is going down before we even start."
Keeping quiet as he checks over his gear a bit more carefully for the moment, Fischer is looking quite prepared for this little mission now. Glancing between the others as he does, before he looks outside a bit thoughtfully. But still keeping his attention on what's being said now.
Back into a very familiar uniform, Erik feels comfortable in his old kit but it was certainly unexpected. One could see that he wears it well and he sits quietly inside the Raptor, waiting to arrive at the landing point. There is no fidgeting or movements to check over his gear, everyone done twice over before they took off. There is a glance given in Knox's direction when the question is asked but that is all coming out of the recent Marine transfer.
First stop was, of course, ANVIL, which earned the group a few strange looks when Spree's operational commander cleared them leaving a perfectly good, well-maintained Raptor there and taking one of ANVIL's instead, along with giving the group enough time to change into the (in some cases) well-worn Marine fatigues her command has in supply. Obviously, the real story about what the group is up to has not been shared with the rank and file, for good reason. A Captain Natasha Everson (a rather short woman with black hair and brown eyes that looks like she has had to fight 'little woman' comments her entire life, from the muscle definition she carries) is handed over to the group to take up as command liaison for Flynn's group if the man comes along without a struggle.
As the group approaches the rendezvous point, the Raptor ECO chirps up, "They're giving us a spot to land so they can check who we are before clearing us on to the command post." Captain Everson simply grunts and nods, "That sounds SOP for Flynn. We're good so far." She eyes Knox for a moment, considering, then adds, "Dont know what they might do about you, cause some of them mighta seen one of you before. Maybe go sit in the copilot seat and put a helmet on so they don't check you, eh Sergeant?"
With a nod to Knox, Chase agrees without hesitation. "You're here in the Raptor to help disperse the chemical if it's needed, because you're the only one of us immune to it." Her voice is steady and calm, she's checked her weapon over, made sure everything is good to go. She's got a confident expression. "I think it's a good idea, up front with a helmet." As far as everything else goes, it all seems to be according to plan so far.
Knox listens to the opinions and nods slowly. "Copy that." He runs the charging handle on his rifle and sits back to get comfortable. "You bring him back, I'm going to be waiting right here. Awake or not. If the chemical goes out, Corporal, expect me inside shortly."
"So far so good," Kalum states quietly, and then looks to Knox. "Slide up front, Sarge. If thing goes sideways, we'll probably need your help, and again the jig can't be up before we even get close to him." The Pararescue Jumper states smoothly, and then shrugs his shoulders ever so slightly. "Lets hope we don't have to deploy that chemical."
Siska asjusts his gloves and just nods.
Erik has nothing to add to the discussion, just listening in as he is still in the processing of meshing with the new squad. His gaze does shift from person to person though, as he continues to wait for the final approach.
Fischer nods at what's being said now, offering a quiet smile. "With a little luck, we won't have to," he offers with a brief grin to Kalum now. Looking between the others as he hears the rest of what's being said, he nods a bit now.
At all of the agreements, Chase nods, content that she's got everything she's going to be needing. Letter, uniform, armor. Everything is good to go. Now all she can do is look between all of them and repeat. "Major Flynn is any state of alertness at all, is dangerous and will kill if he feels threatened or if he feels something is any degree off. I want you all to be confident and certain and belong. No doubts can show at all."
Siska looks to Chase and nods. He will just play out the regular grunt role today, it seems.
The raptor flies in low over some rolling, lightly forested hills, with the pilot sticking dangerously close to the treetops, while the ECO has his face plastered to his DRADIS and scanning toys, occassionally grumbling something over the headset to the pilot about possible contacts at long range. It takes maybe another 15-20 minutes before the engine whine begins to calm down and the ECO pipes up, "We're almost there, 5 minutes to touchdown. Im picking up what looks like a pickup truck and several heat signatures on the ground, maybe 5-6 folks. Probably Flynn's standard contact team for supplies and messages." For her part, Captain Everson has nothing to say, just closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
And indeed it does take about another 5 minutes: The raptor breezes over a small hill into a tiny clearing right at the treeline of a larger forest, where a battered civilian pickup truck is parked. One figure behind the wheel, and four others standing around, some in Marine fatigues, two in tshirts and jeans, all of them wearing some semblance of scavenged combat armor and all carrying assault rifles, though one has a manpack rocket launcher strapped across his back. As the raptor comes in to touch down, the two in fatigues start slowly walking towards the craft's hatch.
"Understood Corporal, it'll be like I've never transferred." Erik finally speaks as answer Chase and her words of wisdom for this mission. He once more falls into silence as the five minute warning is given, a five minute that went by rather quickly. Once he feels the Raptor touches down, he reaches down to grab his LMG, being the heavy weapon's person. To show up with just the taser would just be silly and a dead giveaway that something was up.
"No doubt, no hesitation, just act naturally," Fischer offers with a nod, before he offers a grin to Chase now. "Got it, boss," he comments, before he goes silent again. Business time, after all.
Siska feels the thud of the raptor as it lands. He is calm and looks to be in a total state of coolness. He ruffles his hair a bit before securing his helmet once more.
At the Corporal's words, Kalum's shoulders rise and fall. "If we fail. We all die terribly. Same as usual." He says wryly. As the Raptor lands, he opens the hatch, and grabs his rifle — slinging it up over his shoulder. Once the hatch is open, he steps out onto the wing, and holds up a hand towards the pair of approaching men.
Cooper moves up to the copilots seat and looks back. "You all die terribly, I cut that motherfrakkers head off for you. He's old. There's no way he can take one of my model." There's a sincere violence to the words. "Best of luck." He straps himself into the seat and looks back forward.
Taser tucked away in one of her pockets, Chase also lifts her rifle, casually flipping the safety to off after she unbuckles and stands, following the others out, looking towards the pickup truck with the rocket launcher armed man. Lovely welcome. Well, here goes. Keeping her expression one of confidence, she nods to Kalum, briefly, almost imperceptively as she walks out behind him.
The two men that approach keep their rifles at an easy ready, slung in the crooks of their arms, waiting for the raptor's hatch to open. When it does, the taller of the two, a male in his mid-40s that has an ugly scar running down the left side of his face, leans his head in to look around at the faces that greet him, and holds up a hand to stop the folks from getting off, "Afternoon folks. I'm Staff Sergeant Wachowski. Sorry for the delay, but you'll understand that the Major's a little paranoid about the toasters picking up important details over the wireless. Who's in charge here?" He offers a small nod of his head to Everson, as if he recognizes the face.
Siska removed the rank markings of his uniform and replaced them with Private ones. He steps out and jumps to the right side of the raptor and gives a two-fingered salute to the men.
With his LMG held in two hands at a casual cant in front of him, Erik steps off of the Raptor and his eyes focuses on the two men that are approaching. Despite being rather alert and cautious, his outward appearance would be casual indifference for the time being. He would pretend from time to time to look out to the horizon, as if what could be out there would be more interesting than what's happening here.
Moving out with the others, and keeping a bit to the back now, Fischer offers a nod and a smile to the approaching men, nodding a little bit now. Letting the one in charge handle the talking for the moment.
Tilting her chin up, Chase steps forward, offering a salute. "Staff Sergeant Wachowski, Sir. I'm charge." Having her usual rank and her last name placed on there makes it easier to pull off a lie, telling as many truths as possible. "Corporeal Chelsea Baca. We're all paranoid of the toasters. Just here doing the grunt work, delivering the letter to the Major."
"The Corporal here," Kalum says quietly, as he hops down from the wing of the Raptor, and looks over towards Chase. He drifts over towards the pair of men — his hand resting lightly on his medbag.
The Staff Sergeant looks a little amused as Chase pipes up, "Got you on shit messenger duty, Corporal? Well, alright then." He eyes the group getting off of the Raptor and hmms, "Well, I dont think we prepared for so many, so I tell you what: Daniels is behind the wheel, the rest of us will stay here while you and yer crew take the truck back to the mobile outpost. Major's waiting for you. We'll keep yer pilot company and keep her covered if any Raiders show up trying to follow your signal." The other Marine beside him smiles brightly and pats the launcher tube sticking over his shoulder.
Siska listens begins scratching his butt before walking around the wing and closer to where Chase is, "I call shotgun," he pipes as he points to the truck.
When the truck is offered up willingly as the mode of transportation for the group, Erik's eyes looks over to the vehicle and then begins moving towards it, already picked out his spot. He will be climbing into the back of the pick up and most likely setting his LMG on top of the roof of the cab section. The pickup suddenly upgraded with a semi-mounted machine gun. In passing though, he does offer some friendly banter with the Marine holding the anti-air missile launcher, "Make sure you point in the right direciton, yeah?"
Knox? Knox is just gonna chill in to co-pilots seat for now. He glances over discreetly to see who is out there. The spotting on that big Stinger gets a second glance and a loooong sigh. He leans over to the pilot and whispers, "Looks like this will get messy here. We wait til they leave, then I'm on it. I die, ram the sumbitch. Then drop the chemical." Sure, its a Sergeant issuing orders to an officer… but the guy is still skinner. That counts for something? Right? Maybe even on the negative.
Fischer starts making his way over to the truck as well, moving over towards a spot not far from Erik's position. Offering a grin to the mentioned Daniels behind the wheel, he nods a little bit now. "Drive safely, friend," he offers, a bit quietly as he climbs into the back of the truck as well.
"Come on Sergeant, just squeeze on in with us. If anything shows up, the Raptor stands a better chance if it just runs, and what if a Raider decides to strafe us…?" Kalum asks as he climbs into the back of the truck. "The Raptor can run away. We're sitting ducks without that missle launcher." He says wryly. "Besides, I got smokes to share, and I'm tired of sharing them with these bastards…" The Petty Officer says wryly, motioning to the rest of his group.
Chase rolls her eyes in a longsuffering sort of gesture. "Seems like I always got that, Staff Sergeant. Least it keeps me out of KP." Walking towards the truck, she climbs in back with the others while Siska takes shotgun, leaving it like it was. Knox was there after all, and she had every faith in his abilities. "Let's move, I want to get home."
Siska keeps playing the idiot private here, and as soon as he gets into the cab, he starts frisking the glovebox and areas surrounding for anything that might cause added problems. "You got some gum, Danny-O?" he asks the driver.
The Marine carrying the launcher calls out towards Erik, "Exhaust goes towards my CO, right?" He grins, showing a few teeth, and steps out of the way of those offloading. The Staff Sergeant shakes his head and waves Kalum and the group on, "We'll bog the truck down. Ya'll scoot before you piss the Major off from waiting. I gotta stay here and deal with him, you pansies get to go back to the Commander's cushy mine." From the smirk on the man's face, he IS mostly teasing with the response. As if to cement the answer, he and the launcher carrier turn and park their asses on the raptor wing. Not even looking inside.
Erik can't help but laugh out loud at the other Marine's response, tossing him a casual salute, "Well trained." There is a brief glance to the others but to the heavy weapons expert, the decision is already made that they will be using the truck as transport, question is who is going. So he first puts the LMG down on the bed of the back of the truck, then hops on before picking up the LMG again, bringing it to the roof of the cab section, setting up the tripod and checking the weapon.
Fischer grins a bit as he listens to the words between Erik and the guy with the launcher, before he looks around again. Nodding a bit as he hears Chase's words, but he doesn't say anything at the moment.
Siska is still going over the insides of the cab, tossing empty cigarette boxes and pieces of twigs and leaves out the window. "Gods-damn. What a frakking mess you got here!"
Knox moves out of the co-pilot seat and into the back, taking up his rifle. He speaks quietly into his radio set, "Corporal. I've got the two here. If I can't take them, gas will be inbound. Knox, out." He sets up near the hatch, but not within easy view. Just sitting on the chair like a guard.
As soon as Chase is in the truck and the others are all loaded, she bangs a fist on the roof of, letting the driver know they were all safely ensconced in the vehicle. The envelope is tucked safely into a side pocket of her uniform awaiting presentation to the Major. She'd killed a One before, and that crosses her mind only briefly and just about then, she hears Knox and is reassured. "Good move, Sargeant. Baca, out." Her voice a mere movement of her lips, unheard by anyone else around.
Once the group is actually IN the truck, Daniels fires the engine back up and calls out, "Hold onto your asses and duck the tree branches!" and takes off into the treeline, the vehicle bouncing along as the driver swerves and jolts around trees. Towards Sisko he gripes, "Hey, Mom, I didn't know you were coming or I woulda cleaned up…" It really isnt much of a trip before the group notices passing a tree where a couple of Marines are actually sitting up in the branches, one looking like he's shouldering a sniper rifle, the taller female with him shouldering another rocket launcher.
FOR KNOX: The Marines left behind start chatting with each other and the ECO, after giving Knox a knowing glance, decides to stand up from his chair and step out onto the wing, hopping off to stretch his arms, stepping away from the bird to draw attention away from the cabin, "I never met the Major m'self. I heard he's kinda a hardass.
Kalum sits quietly in the back of the truck now, his gaze wandering back to the Raptor for a moment as they drive away. His lips press together for a moment in thought, and the PJ waits for what is to come for good or ill.
Tree branches? There was on tree branches in the briefing but as some come into view, Erik is ready to duck any that hanges a little too low. When the pair of Marine guards that are perched like hawks on one of the larger branches, the heavy weapons expert takes note of them but doesn't aim his LMG up towards them, as if seeing them up there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Ducking a bit from the tree branches and such, Fischer shakes his head at the swerving and jolting. "This guy drives about as well as my dad used to do," he offers, a bit lightly, to those nearby now. Glancing to see the Marines in the branches, he then focuses on the people near him again.
Surveilence had been expected, of course, when it had come to the intel. Only just now finding out where Flynn's hideout is, Chase attempts to memorize the way while ducking branches and offering a quick two fingered salute to the twins in the tree. If all went well, then they'd be driving back out with Flynn. If not, then.. a shitstorm would be brewing in the near future. Speaking quietly as they travel, she keeps Knox informed of where they are going. Being from Picon helps. She also tells of the two in the tree, relaying each bit of information as it's revealed to her. "Sniper and rocket launcher perched in the tree." Into the comm, to Knox, while giving directions, probably he can see the dust trail.
While the trees themselves don't clear up, the truck pulls into an area where several have been cut down, to give the mobile command truck enough room to open up. Its not that big of a vehicle, about the size of a 14 foot RV, with a couple of panels that expand once the truck is parked and anchored, and appears to have an entrance in both sides of the cab for drivers, and a large door in the back, presumably for command staff. There are three other (normal) trucks parked in the immediate area, and a small pallet of boxes planted in the center of the little arrangement of vehicles. About seven to ten men and women in varying states of armor and weapons are visible in the immediate area.
Daniels pulls up to a bit of a rough stop and honks his horn once, then calls out, "Major's in the command vehicle. I'll keep the engine running." The honk draws a couple of curious looks, but noone seems to be in any hurry to come over - they go back to their conversation or maintenance work they were in the middle of before.
Siska steps out and blows a kiss to Daniels. "Keep her warm, sweetie." He snickers and walks close to where the main entrance to the command truck is. A good scan to get a better assesment of the forces here is made. He'll give anyone not in his team a goofy look if they stare too long.
Erik will be the last one that disembarks from the truck, as not only is he the further one in on the back of the truck, but he has the only weapon that can lay down coverfire just in case something goes wrong. He is still deciding if he will be moving from his position or not.
Kalum slides over the side of the truck, and his boots land with a dull thump on the ground. He straightens up slowly, and surveys the area. His hand pulls the shoulder strap on his rifle tight, and the other rests on his medbag — which he partly unzips. At any moment Knox's cover could be blown, and they could be in the middle of a firefight. The PJ has no qualms about killing Colonials, having spent most of his career doing it. He drifts forward with the team towards the command vehicle, his face as impassive as ever.
Knox is just chillin in the Raptor. All's good. He gives a wink to the ECO as they hop out and he leans back, trying to look casual and closing his eyes like he's waiting for a nap. A hand cues the PTT on his mic to the team, "Call 'clover' when you take him. I'll hit them at the same moment. Knox out."
Softly, Chase describes the scene exactly as she sees it, to Knox and as the truck comes to a stop, she hops out. She'd expected far more than this.. this was deceptively too easy. Very deceptively, she's sure. Doing a quick head count, she looks around also trying to see if there are any more skinjobs around she'd recognize. With her rifle over her shoulder, she reaches into her pocket to extract the envelope. "Thanks for the lift, shouldn't be too long."
The faces that the team can see do not seem to match any known skinjob visages. No one makes any move to impede the group as they head for the command truck - it would seem they are all expected. Daniels simply grunts and leans back in the driver's seat as if he was going to take a nap, "Yeah yeah, take yer time."
FOR KNOX> The ECO seems to be doing a good job of keeping the Marines engaged in conversation - they haven't even looked back at the pilot or the potentially napping 'guard', laughing and gossipping along with the Lieutenant in his flight suit.
Taking the lead, Chase marches right up to the door and knocks briefly before taking it upon herself to step inside, leaving the door opened behind her for the rest of the team, not leaving ip up to the chance of someone answering the knock and closing the door behind her. Once inside, she takes a look around, looking for the Major.
Kalum is right behind Chase, and moves directly into the RV. His cold and pale eyes scan the interior for the target, and wait to see if the Major is going to come willingly.
Erik has chosen to remain on the back of the truck, manning the LMG that is resting on its attached bipod. It would appear that the large Marine is too lazy to disembark from, even faking a long yawn with one hand going to his mouth and the other remaining on his weapon. But as he yawns, he appears to be studying the Marines that are loitering around this camp, to see if he could pick out anything out of the ordinary.
Siska remains outside the door. His rifle at the ready.
Fischer makes his way down and into the vehicle with the others, looking around for a few moments as he helps trying to spot the Major now.
Inside the command truck, there are a couple of consoles with fatigued marines sitting in front of, only one of whom glances up as the door opens. From the far end of the truck, two men turn around, squinting at the sudden brighter light. A deeper voice growls, "Get in and shut the damned door!" For those that saw the One that attacked the Mess Hall on Orion, the man is the exact same height, though his hair has been cut in a close, military burr, and facial hair trimmed to a very, well, intimidating goatee. He does NOT look happy. While the other man with him stays where he is and watches, Flynn stalks across the confined space, focusing on Chase as he holds out his hand, "So what's so gods damned important?"
Kalum reaches back, and grabs the door to shut it. Just following orders here. Once the door is shut, he turns back towards the Major.
Siska watches the door close from the ouside. He rubs his nose and does his best to try and listen in.
For Chase, recognizing the One was easy. She'd faced him in the hall later and pulled the trigger, releasing the single bullet that had ended his life forever. With more ease than she feels inside, she offers a snappy salute, "Major, Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you. I come with word from Commander Spree." Offering the sealed envelope with Commander Sprees letterhead on the enclosed letter informing him of his required presence immediately for a meeting. Placing it in his hand he holds out, she remains solid and unflinching while waiting for him to read it.
Fischer nods a bit now, with a salute to the major as well. Recognizing the man from the same time as Chase did, after all, he keeps quiet for now, listening to what's being said.
Flynn snatches the letter out of Chase's hands with a grunt and a muttered, "You gotta frakkin be kidding me." The letter is torn open and read while the other man that had been standing with him slowly walks up and peers over his shoulder, "She say what I think she just said, boss?"
Outside the command truck, activity continues on as normal - the faint grumbling of the Major is either not heard or not reacted to, though a couple of civilian-clothed males pass by Captain Everson and grin at her on their way to the other side of the camp.
The plain clothes men is certainly more interesting than those that are in Marine uniform, at least for Erik and after scanning the surroundings with his eyes, his attention turns to the two that passes by the Captain.
When the Major speaks, Chase casually uses the com so Knox can hear what's going on but she doesn't chance it any longer than when she speaks or the Major speaks. At the rhetorical question, she remains silent, since the business is between the Major and the 'Commander'.
Siska keeps cool. He adjusts his firearm's strap before leaning on the wal.
Keeping quiet as he listens to Flynn and the other man, Fischer studies the two of them, as he remains in position for now. Waiting for what's happening now.
The Major reads over the letter and sighs, shaking his head. Handing it over his shoulder to the Lieutenant that was reading, Flynn focuses his attention on Chase, glancing at the others inside before coming back to her, "I've been requesting a briefing ever since we heard about the shake up with Bancroft and she keeps putting me off, and NOW, no warning, and I even get a chalk escort and one of her Ops flunkies to brief my whole command staff? The hell is…aw, frak it. Mike, see if you can get our…guest up to speed, and I dont care if she IS in command while Im gone, don't you dare let her touch our move and engagement orders. You hear me? I'll have your ass on a platter, and I WILL be back in 24 hours." The Lieutenant (appaarently Mike) starts reading and mumbles, "You got it, sir."
Knox, chillin like The Villain.
Offering a salute once more, Chase looks towards the Ops officer, then the rest of her group. "Yes sir," she tells him, turning towards the door to open it so that the others can leave, intending to be the last one out.
As the Major seems to be going along with the plan, Kalum steps out, and moves to join the rest of the Marines. All one big happy Colonial family here.
Erik remains at his post, still casual in his manner though his attention remains on the two civilian clothed personnel.
Fischer steps out as well, moving to join the others again now. Heading towards the back of the truck once more now.
The door reopens and people begin stepping out, though when Flynn steps out, most of the camp takes notice. The Major stalks his way up to Captain Everson, who offers a sharp salute and a crisp, "Reporting for duty to temporarily relieve you of command, Major." Flynn still does not look happy when he returns the salute, "I am relieved. Don't you frak up my command, Captain."
He turns and starts for the truck when another fatigued Marine walks up to him, a frown on her face, "Major? What the frak?" Flynn stops and shakes his head, "Spree has a burr up her ass and NOW finally wants to hook up with me. The Captain over there is in command. Talk to Mike and stick to the plan - the Centurions are gonna keep pushing." This doesn't seem to quell the concern on the Marine's face, giving the Major a meaningful look, "Uh, sir. You sure about this? Yanking our CO out when we're in the thick of it? I mean, we could protest this, them taking you back where none of us can get to you."
When they are detained by the uneasy Marine, Chase gives one of those great big sighs. "You know the drill, just let me do my job so he can come back home and I can go home to my family." Without another word, as if it doesn't matter either way to her what they decide, she takes her place back in the bed of the truck, secretly waiting for Flynn to join and for Kalum to ride up front and do his work before they get to the Raptor.
As the door to the command vehicle opens up and people begin marching out, Erik almost lets out a sigh of relief though it seems like there may be a slight complication when a Marine appears to be hampering things. Calling out, against casually with a touch of boredom, the heavy weapons specialist appears to be bored and irritated, "C'mon man, you know how the red tape is. You file a protest, they won't see it till next month if you're lucky and nothing gets frakking done. I rather be here fighting those damn toasters than on a milk run like this too, ya know."
The Petty Officer slides into the back of the truck, and stands there offering a hand up to any coming up. When a marine comes up to protest the Major's departure, the Pararescue Jumper frowns slightly. "We'll watch the Major, marine, and get him back to you as quick as thinking. Spree's meetings aren't very long. She doesn't like to waste any time." The PJ then takes a seat, and waits for the others to join him.
Siska is moving along. He opens th door for the Major and waits.
The uneasy marine shoots a more pointed look at Chase and Kalum, but returns her look to the Major, searching Flynn's eyes before she finally steps back and nods, offering the Major a salute, "Alright sir. Mike and I will keep things straight while you're out." With that done, Flynn returns the salute and yanks open the passenger door on the truck, giving whoever is actualy seated there enough time to scoot their butt over before he climbs in and shuts the door behind, "Wake the frak up, Daniels. Lets go, I'm not getting any older."
Fischer nods in agreement with the others at the moment. As the Major gets inside the vehicle, he nods a little bit now, but keeps quiet.
Siska is seated right between Daniels and the Major. Great! He does his best to allow the driver to shift his gears properly.
As soon as that door closes, Chase kicks back and looks horribly bored as she speaks ever so casually into the com. "Clover." Oh yeah, game on. It's time to play their own version of a war game. Once her own team is loaded, she pats the top of the truck once more, alerting Daniels they are all good to go."
As soon as that door closes, Chase kicks back and looks horribly bored as she speaks ever so casually into the com. "Clover." Oh yeah, game on. It's time to play their own version of a war game. Once her own team is loaded, she pats the top of the truck once more, alerting Daniels they are all good to go." (repose)
Knox is cool. He rises up from his chair when he hears the word. "Copy Clover." It just sounds like any other 'Hey, we got him, escorting' acknowledgement. He flicks his rifle off SAFE to full auto and leans out the door. "This duty sucks. Sorry boys." But he's already bringing his rifle up. First asshole? The non-SAM shooter with the gun. And if he can, the other one with the same mag.
Erik is ready to go as well, staying in the same position and he relaxes a bit when the Major sits in the truck with the others. He does murmur into his comm, "Don't forget the two sentries they posted on that tree branch. Sniper and heavy weapons. Need to clear them as well."
FOR KNOX> To his credit, at least, the ECO manages to not give the gig away by looking up at Knox until the rifle is out, then he screams, "HEY A RABBIT!" and dives off to one side, leaving the line of fire clear, maybe a split second before Knox holds the trigger down. The two Marines have enough time to mutter, "…the frak?" and turn around, to each catch a chest full of very point blank assault rifle fire. Armor is good, but not that good, both of them pushed back off the wing onto the ground by the sheer kinetic force of the slugs.
The truck on the other hand, bobbles and jostles its way back across the forest, where the group again passes the sniper and rocket launcher up in a tree, both of whom salute the passing Major. A Major who sighs and grumbles at Daniels, "If we get there and Wachowski is flirting with the pilot, Im busting him back…" and stops in mid sentence, his eyes narrowing a little at something.
Siska is trying to keep Daniels distracted with jibes, but his hand is carefully sliding a taser out. He has to time this right!
<FS3> Kalum rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Chase rolls Alertness: Great Success.
<FS3> Erik rolls Alertness: Good Success.
<FS3> Fischer rolls Alertness: Success.
<FS3> Siska rolls Alertness: Good Success.
Kalum is riding silently in the truck, watching Flynn carefully. He hears the gunshots in the distance, but doesn't react instantly. The Petty Officer keeps his hand resting on his med bag, and acts like nothing has happened. By now the men at the Raptor have been taken care of, or the Raptor is under there control. The PJ lets Daniels keep driving, and tries not to give the game away for as long as possible.
As they pass by the two sentries on the branches, Erik continues to wait just in case the sniper is looking throughthe scopes. Soon, he hears the quiet echo of what is possibly gunfire in the distance and he also notes the slight change in the One. So without the actual need of manning his bipod mounted LMG, he reaches for his taser with a hand and gets ready to pull it out.
As they are driving, Chase moves towards the drivers side and sits comfortably there just biding her time so that when she gets the indication from Siska and Erik and then Kalum that the One is good and out, she'll aim her rifle at Daniels and order him to drive until Siska can take over the driving.
Fischer takes a bit of a breath as they all get ready, and gets ready to pull out his own taser now. Moving a bit to the side so he can get into a good position as well.
Siska waits until the car is on a stable stretch of road before he makes his move. "Clover!" He yells as he yanks his taser free and points it at Flynn's neck. The trigger is depressed.
Kalum reaches into his medbag for his taser, and his hand clasps around it. He watches Flynn carefully, and at any sign he might order the truck to stop. Then Siska is moving. Kalum leans back, raises a boot up, and attempts to kick through the glass of the window right at the back of Flynn's head. Once the glass breaks he'll pull the taser and get ready to fire into Flynn.
With the yell of the codeword from Siska, Erik quickly moves into action as well as he pulls the taser free with his right hand. He then uses his left elbow to smash the window in, at least it is uniformed to offer some protection before he aims to taser Flynn at the same time as the others do.
<FS3> Retrograde rolls 5: Good Success.
Like a well oiled machine as soon as one Taser strikes the others follow and the gun is aimed at Daniels, "Drive. Or you're next. We don't want to hurt you." Aiming it through the back window that's now kicked in thanks to Kalum.
<FS3> Kalum rolls Reaction: Failure.
<FS3> Fischer rolls Reaction: Failure.
<FS3> Siska rolls Reaction: Failure.
<FS3> Erik rolls Reaction: Good Success.
The codeword gets shouted, and Flynn, already alerted that something might be up, sees Siska reaching for his taser and *SHOVES*, yanking the door open while the truck is still careening through the forest. Of all the arms reaching for him, only Erik is fast enough to stab electrodes into skin whie Flynn *LEAPS* out of the truck. Contact is clearly made, the body sort of tucks and rollss, skidding to a stop in the underbrush.
Daniels lets out a clear, "What the holy frak!?" and stomps on the brakes, all four wheels locking up as the truck decelerates from about 45 mph to a dead stop, narrowly avoiding crumpling into a tree in the process. The Marine does not move, deathgrip on the wheel.
After zapping the skinjob, Erik's next focus would be to grip onto the truck so he isn't thrown off of it by the sudden stop, almost afraid that the vehicle would over turn. When it doesn't and does come to a stop successfully, the heavy weapons expert turns and leaps off the side of the truck as well, to give chase or hopefully find Flynn out of commission.
"Son of a bitch," Kalum growls as he slams off the back of the truck, but fortunately his helmet takes some of the blow. He doesn't wait for further orders, and leaps over the side of the truck. "Move it Marines. He's probably not down." He shouts, wanting to kick the marines into high gear — whether he is or not. Once he's down on the ground, he's moving into the brush, and preparing to hit the cylon with more electricity.
Stumbling a bit as he holds onto the truck, after his failed attempt at tazing Flynn, Fischer only waits a few moments before jumping off the truck as well, moving towards where Flynn hit the underbrush, getting his own taser ready again now. "Quick, get him!"
As the truck suddenly comes to a complete stop, Chase rams hard against the back of the truck almost dropping her rifle in the process. Handing over her taser before she hurries over the side and with the butt of her rifle rams it into the head of the Marine behind the wheel. "Contain him and get him back in the truck before the others are alerted." Shoving Daniels over after opening the door, if she manages to commandeer the truck, she'll drive them to the Raptor.
Siska curses as his taser shot fails. When the car stops, he jumps out the cab and unholsters his sidearm and moves to the area where Flynn is.
Flynn's body never really gets out of sight, as the sun IS still out. As the Marines hurriedly pile out of the truck, they can see the Major struggling to right himself, obviously impaired from the voltage that was just stabbed through his body - there's probably enough time to get to him before he does something like, oh, draw his sidearm.
Chase clobbers poor Daniels upside the head, who makes a gurgling noise and slumps over, hands going from the steering wheel to his head as he doubles over, easily pushed out of the way. Of course, that makes only Chase close enough to hear the chatter from Daniels' radio, «..heard gunshots? Hey the frak is going on with the Major? STOP THEM! Eagle Eye two and three, weapons frakking free!»
Seeing where the skinjob is laying but not completely out, Erik runs in a dead spring with his taser ready. His intention is to get into range and try to tase Flynn yet again.
Kalum moves in close, meaning to hit Flynn with lots of volts before he can pull the pistol.
Having gotten the taser from Chase right before he got off the truck, Fischer moves forward as soon as he's gotten to the ground, moving to add some more voltage to Flynn now. As quickly as possible.
Once in the truck, Chase puts it in drive and skids over to them, coming to a halt. "They're on to us, we've got to get him to the Raptor now." There is the urgency in her voice and she speaks over the com. "Have them ready the Raptor, we're coming in hot. I repeat we're coming in hot." Back to the others. "Let's go!"
As the Marines converge, Flynn gets about as far as putting his hand on his sidearm and yanking it free before four individual tazers are shoved into soft spots between his armor plating, and triggered. It impressive that the man can still manage to move for a moment or three longer, but its not quite enough to raise the firearm to anything resembling a threatening posture, and with his teeth clenched in concentration and pain, he finally falls over, twitching.
Siska skids to a stop and holsters hi gun. "We got him! Come on!" He uses both hands to lift the major up and throw him in the pickup with the help of the others.
With a full dosage of zap delivered to Flynn, Erik's next course of action is to kick that sidearm out of the unconscious skinjob's hand just to be safe. He hears what Chase says over the Wireless and curses, reaching down to pick up their target under one of his arms, expecting another one of the Marines to do the same on the other side.
"Load him up Marines," Kalum orders smoothly, and reaches down to start lifting Flynn up. "We don't have time to dope him down here." The Petty Officer says darkly, and helps Erik sling Flynn into the truck. Once there, the Pararescue Jumper sits down on top of Flynn, and pulls out a several surrettes of morpha from his medbag. He shoots the Major up with enough to keep him feeling pretty out of it and loopy. He wont stay out until the IV is put in, but for now it is a race to the Raptor.
Nodding a bit as he sees the target go down, Fischer moves to help picking up the man now, frowning a little at the words on the Wireless. "Frak. Let's move it." Loking around as he works on getting the major in place now, then moving to find himself a place as well, rifle readied again now, just in case.
Siska crawls back into the cabin and begins reloading his taser gun… just in case.
After climbing onto the back of the truck with Flynn in tow, thanks to the help of Kalum, Erik quickly gets into position on his LMG and pounds the roof of the cab, "We're loaded, let's go!"
As soon as Flynn and the rest of the crew is in the truck, Chase floors it and heads for the Raptor at full speed, intent on getting there before anything or anyone can shoot at them. *Into the com* "Knox, we're almost there, again, make sure they've got the Raptor ready, we've got to get in and gone!"
Its when the truck's motor is gunned and lurches into motion with its cargo that the side mirror next to Chase shatters, the crack of a sniper rifle going off - must be the team that they passed a while back. There doesn't seem to be a second shot coming, though she can hear the radio still, «Missed the frakking bitch. Someone get off your ass and call air support. Find those Orion pricks they keep telling us about and nail that gods damned raptor!»
Kalum bounces along, and stays sitting on top of Flynn. The cartridge on his taser is re-armed, and the prongs are placed to the Major's neck once more. The Pararescue Jumper isn't taking any chances, and is prepared to jolt the man if he moves.
When the sniper shot comes from the rear, Erik lifts the LMG to swing it around, finding space on the bed of the pick up truck so he can brace himself to fire at possible pursuing vechiles if they come.
Getting his own rifle pointed in the general direction of where the shot came from, Fischer frowns a little now. "Can't see them…" he mutters, looking around rather carefully now.
Siska glances back as the mirrow shatters with grit teeth.
Zoom. Zoom. It takes little time for Chase to get to the Raptor, she knows how close she came when the mirror had shattered. Slamming on her breaks just gently enough her team doesn't fly out, she stops, taking Daniel's weapon and the keys to the truck, leaving the man there. "Load him and let's jet!"
After a few near misses and a couple of tree sideswipes, Chase makes it out into the open, where a couple of dead Marines are clumped on the ground by the Raptor wing. The ECO is back in the bus, instruments up and running while the engines whine up and prep for takeoff. The ECO cuts in on the wireless, «You kids pissed a lot of people off. Haul ass and we'll hope we can jump before someone gets a SAM off…»
Since it bears noting, Flynn does not move. He's done twitching.
Siska grabs his gear and exits the car. His rifle tossed into the open raptor before he is moving back to load the major in.
Kalum slides off the back of the truck, and reaches back to grab the Major to pull him off the truck. "Keep your tasers out and on him." With that said, and the help of the others he moves him into the Raptor. Once there, the PJ starts to set up an IV to keep the Major sedated.
Moving off as soon as he can, Fischer works on helping the others getting the Major aboard again now. That done, he remains on the wing to cover the others until they're aboard, then moving inside as well.