Natalya stuck close to Olga. Where the meltran went, mayhem tended to appear. If it didn't Olga was likely to conjure it.
Which was exactly what Natalya wanted.
She carried a modern variant of the venerable M-27 IAR, with a magazine fed 8 round grenade launcher. Though the underslung was chambered with concussion ordinance for the op, she had one mag of wide area frags in her pack. She favored the Infantry Assault Weapon, over heavier rifles in the same SAW class, for the weight savings. Every kilo of gun she eliminated was another kilo of ammo. She liked the M-28M6-2 for the same reason the M-27 had been popular--simplicity. Not a lot of moving parts and easy to field service. She preferred reliability.
Her weapon was mounted with a smart sight that relayed its sight picture to her HUD. she had 10 fifty round magazines with one more in the receiver Explosive rounds would have been nice, but someone wanted things intact. Pity.
She rounded out her combat gear with light armor--she preferred mobility over a false sense of security, a hand full of thermite door openers--good for melting door locks and starting fires, a shot tracker tied into her HUD--It helpfully informed her a flash bang had gone off and highlighted the direction and approximate range, smoke grenades, rescue markers, a camelback, some power bars, a few situational awareness gadgets she'd picked on her on her own dime, and a field kit. Someone could get shot. Not that she knew more than "put pressure on the wound, but it was best to assume that the medic wasn't bulletproof.
She ran along, behind Olga, Keeping the bosswoman out of her sight picture and covering likely strong points, ready to lay down suppressing fire if something twitched. She let Olga pull ahead, ducking behind convenient cover, and tossing a drone on a micro filament. The disk shaped micro air vehicle hovered in the middle of the courtyard, feeding a 360 panorama down the line to the lower third of her HUD. She was set to provide cover as the rest of the team moved in. She had a commanding view. Almost as good as driving a valkyrie, but she was still relying on Tommy and Jo to cover her.
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Making a SplashEpisode 01
Posted 28 January 2013 - 02:35 AM
Natalya stuck close to Olga. Where the meltran went, mayhem tended to appear. If it didn't Olga was likely to conjure it.
Posted 02 February 2013 - 11:26 AM
Energy pulses slashed into the birds waiting on the ground as Kes and Dwer dove on their prey. None of the pilots was even close to their rides when all four went up in flames. The pair looped around for higher altitude, pushing back into the cloud cover. Eric shot them a tactical overlay. "I've got two groups of bogeys closing in. Eastern group looks like a pair of Thunderbolts. Western group is a triple of drones. Looks like group 2 is vectored on me. Targets will be in missile range in ten seconds."
Only a single one of the hostiles in the building broke into the courtyard, although that was mainly due to the rest being driven back by Nick's flashbang grenade. The explosive went off about a foot behind his head, blowing his encounter gear crooked and driving him to the ground. A burst of fire from Jo put the pirate down for good. Nick made the doorway in a few steps and jammed it open. Disoriented from the blast and from Nick's shifting form, the pirates fire was ineffective, spraying down the hallway and hitting nothing. Nick dropped one with a double tap to the heart, then spun back into the courtyard as the fire started to correct itself. Olga and the rest of the team dismounted and took up cover along the building, cutting enemy firing arcs to a minimum. Gabe had nailed his assumption, however, with the northern team. Unaffected by the stun grenade they had spent the opening moments knocking cover into place to provide a crossfire choke point with the western building. Even now they were setting up a rather nasty looking machine gun. Thermals fed to Natalya by her drone showed three more pirates making for the western entrance along with the two that remained. Deeper scans of the building showed the control room, with the about six pirates herding the hostages behind control stations. Those not busy with the drone techs were taking up overwatch positions on the only entrance.
Posted 06 February 2013 - 07:40 PM
Olga went into "schneaky mode"—she was really just a talented amateur, not a pro, but her dexterity at least kept people from hearing her—and slipped into the southern building that Team 1 was using for their stealth approach. The target building apparently had glass wrapped all the way around the first floor, which meant that they could get a fire-team behind the targets and take them by surprise just by going outside . . . assuming no-one saw them sneaking around outside. She quickly brought up her facility map and traced a route on it that led out the window by the stairs and then around the corner and up behind the exterior windows of the control room where the hostages were held.
Sending the route to Quola and Natalya's HUDs, she added a note for Quola, who was using a full sari-C: Stay out of sight and prep to breach; hit it right after I make contact.
She pulled up the ground team audio channel next. "Teem 2, keep der eyes front but don' breach ontil ve hit dem from de side."
She gestured to Nick to follow her and crept forward, crouching below the level of the glass, until they were at one end of the curved walkway that connected the buildings. Then she waited, watching the outside pair's progress on her HUD, waiting until they were in position and she could gesture Nick forward to get in a surprise attack on the group at the other end of the walkway before her own attention-grabbing charge.
[OOC: Intended sequence of events:
- Quola and Natalya get into position outside the control room and prepare to breach the windows.
- Nick is sent forward to make the first strike on the defenders at the other end of the building connector. (After that, he's free to make his own tactical decisions.)
- As soon as Nick makes contact, Olga charges.
- As soon as Olga makes contact, Quola, Natalya, and Team 2 breach.
- All the bad guys die, we win.
Posted 09 February 2013 - 05:15 PM
It seemed Olga had the same idea that Nick did. Worked for him.
He crept along the building, staying low and not relying on his camouflage. Most people had trouble pacing out a distance while fully upright, but Nick could do pretty well while bent double. 5... 10... 15... he waited until he was just about where the hostage-takers had been firing, then raised a single finger and pressed it against the glass. He bent it, and it distorted the view through the window, but gave most of the benefits of a mirror without the tell-tale gleam. Bare wall... bare wall... ah, there was one. Was the gun pointed out the window? Hard to tell, but... ah, now he's pointing down the hallway, perfect!
Nick raised to his feet and pointed his hand cannon right at the pirate. There was a tremendous crack and explosion as the high velocity, armor-piercing round shredded the windows. They may have been hardened against the environment, but they weren't hardened against a hard target interdiction pistol!
He quickly tried to acquire the second pirate and shot to disable, going for his trigger arm. If he was able to get the shot off or not, it was time to dive below the level of the window.
Posted 10 February 2013 - 10:30 AM
Roderick was still in the shuttle and he seemed frozen. It was fear, but not of battle nor of close-quarters combat.
Somehow it didn't struck him until touchdown, when the doors opened and the winds tore at him. Innocents were being held hostage, that he knew from the beginning. But the sight of those armed men glimpsed from his seat brought to mind the possibility that the hostages could be killed at the last second just to spite any rescue attempt.
That tore at him. Or rather, it would send him into a red hazed rage. One that, the first time he'd descended into, had ended with him executing a disarmed and defeated foe. That was the fear that froze him, even as just about everyone else piled out of the shuttle.
All but one.
Tiff looked at the statue across from her quizzically. She waved her hand in front of his eyes and clapped her hands in front of his face. No reaction. Tiff shrugged then slapped him across the face.
Roderick was snapped back to reality as his face snapped to the right. He blinked and focused on the blonde peering at him, recalling at once where he was. Oh crud..
A quick glance told him that everyone but Tiffany was already taking positions, she was looking pointedly at him as if asking him why he was still in the shuttle. Just then he heard Olga's voice over the radio. A quick glance out the back hatch showed a glimpse of her starting to enter the building beyond Tommy and Jo. Time to move!
"Thanks for the wakeup! Excuse me!" Roderick muttered as he left the shuttle, moving quickly between Tommy and Jo over to the entrance despite crouched over very low to the ground. He drew a silenced pistol just before entering the building and found himself some distance behind the other two of Team 1. He moved up a little but stayed well enough back to keep good view of the others, remaining crouched all the way.
Tiff shook her head after the tardy ex-statue had left and immediately started to work on the shuttle's defenses. First she tossed out command detonated smoke bombs out the side hatches, then prepped two more to be tossed when needed. After that, Tiff got out the shuttle's first aid kit and then began to wait, keeping an eye out the side hatches and one hand on a frownie face grenade.
Posted 11 February 2013 - 09:12 PM
Dwer's radio crackled.
Posted 11 February 2013 - 10:13 PM
Posted 11 February 2013 - 10:39 PM
The tactical plan was "kill the bad guys" in a close quarters situation with hostages in contact with the enemy. They had a zero casualty warning from the aperatchiks. These things were in direct conflict with each other. Excellent.
Natalya's core of Russian sensibility appreciated the hopelessness of that situation. She recalled her drone, the monofilament would just get in the way if she tried to manage it, and break if she didn't. No reason to waste it.
Close quarters with a suppression weapon. Unloading in suppressing fire mode would just perforate the hostages. Bad idea. She flipped the selector to double tap with an eye blink to her HUD as she prepared to follow Olga into the building. Then flipped her grenade launcher to full auto.
The launcher interrogated the magazine, finding a full clip of flash bangs set for impact detonation. It proceeded to calculate the muzzle velocity of the grenades against it's range finder and started sending a running update of when any round fired would go off to Natalya's HUD. Her helmet systems dropped that data in CCS's proprietary combat information on the squad data channel.
In theory the good guys' helmets would filter the flashes and bangs while the bad guys would be ass out. The hostages would be as well, but as long as they weren't directly struck but a round even being on top of one of the grenades wouldn't kill them.
Posted 13 February 2013 - 06:56 PM
Olga charged through the connecting passage as soon as Nick opened fire. A dozen snipers simultaneously taking out the hostage-takers via precision shooting through the broad windows would have been ideal, but neither their operational capabilities nor the local dust storms were willing to cooperate with that idea. Hostage-takers were usually smart enough not to hold hostages in rooms that could be taken back that way, though, which meant that hostage rescue was still basically the same, tactically speaking, as it had been for decades: A room-clearing exercise with friendlies in the way.
Fortunately, most hostage-takers throughout history were more interested in shooting the incoming rescuers in the hopes of not being killed than shooting the hostages to gain some momentary schadenfreude. This wasn't the most logical response from a long-term benefits perspective, but most hostage-takers weren't battle-hardened, psychopathic killers.
Even fewer hostage-takers were prepared for an Olga at full tilt.
Posted 15 February 2013 - 05:37 PM
Vincent kept his breathing controlled as he tiger-pawed across the grass toward the edge of the building, eyes and muzzle inspecting the windows as he approached the corner. A quick check back on his six would reveal a missing team mate, not that he had expected anyone to shadow him--- regardless of assignment. But still, it would make this a tad easier with an extra set of hands and eyes. Damn Fong! He must me muddling his minge!
He really didn’t have a plan. Also, it seemed, back up for that matter, as every seemed to enjoy being under-bosom. He idly played with thoughts on what if he was the only one to survive with convenient amnesia as he took off his shades and slightly peaked them around the corner, mirroring the activities down at the other end of the wall. Two, maybe three setting up stationary interdiction towards the western building. A very mean looking one at that. Nothing a little smoke can’t cure.
With that a canister was removed from his fanny pack and over armed at their cover, striking it and bouncing flatly. Just in case they got any ideas about picking it up and moving it, he sent a group of molten metallic meteors cascading towards their position.
Posted 16 February 2013 - 12:46 PM
"Yiiii~!" Tiff had forgotten that the shuttle had another passenger. And as a result, when she spun to face the unexpected voice, she came to a stop with her body facing away from Doctor Lale. With one hand over her hammering heart and the other behind her resting on her emergency close-in explosive.
One sigh of relief later, she apologized to the doctor before settling back down, "I'm sorry Doctor. I totally forgot that you were here. And thanks but no, I don't smoke."
As the doctor continued, Tiff went bright red as she realised that she had forgotten to go look for him before the mission. "Ah, oopsie, I guess I forgot to call you when I went hunting for explosives, I'm sorry again."
Tiff watched the doctor survey their surroundings then rifle through his bag as she pondered his question. "Our odds? I'd.. like to think good, but you never can tell until it's over. What about you Doctor?"
Roderick saw Olga leap into action. He took it as his que as well and followed further behind her, running full tilt for the connecting passage.
Posted 17 February 2013 - 03:30 AM
Olga's charge gave the signal to breach, Quola slammed the butt of her SMG into the glass and leapt through a cascade of broken glass into the hallway. With any luck the confusion caused by Olga would distract them long enough so as to not get shot. Finding what cover she could Quola lay down fire both trying to supress and kill any hostiles in her immediate vicinity whilst also trying not to hit hostages.
In the air above Dwer gave a power armoured mock salute to Kes before breaking formation, making a straight vector for the flight of drones inbound on Eric. At full throttle the Queadluun' Rhea quickly broke the cloud layer, Dwer's eyes saw the three tiny specks on the horizon milliseconds before the HUD painted them as hostile. Drones were tricky business, not only did they have astounding agility but typically they were much more accurate than a human pilot. However they were dumb as stumps, especially the budget models likely employed here.
Missile range came quickly and the missiles soon followed. Locking up all three craft Dwer gave each craft a dozen missiles each before shooting past the formation, gaining significant altitude before diving again. In a classic boom and zoom maneuver the Q'Rhea shot through the formation again with arm gattlings blazing. Climbing again he swung the impact cannon around and let fly at the lead drone.
Dwer didn't expect any of these shots to land, drones were slippery like that. What he was hoping for was that their controller would see him as the greater threat thus allowing Eric to put some distance between them.
Posted 18 February 2013 - 07:26 PM
Timing and location. Proper usage of the first usually results in success. Knowledge of the second usually guarantees it. That, and the sudden emergence of several bodies and a few dozen distractions.
Olga pumped through the opening as Quola smashed open her window, only to have Vincent's and Natalya's smoke and flashbang grenades fly over their shoulders. Olga drew fire from one of the crew members setting up the HMG at the end of the hallway. Rounds stitched the wall above her head. Her return fire was also off, but caused the gunner to duck back around the corner. Vincent's smoke grenade exploded in the middle of the gun nest, forcing the crew to abandon their weapon or be overcome by the smoke.
Natalya's stunners hit the three man group to the south. Quola put a burst into one of the pirates, dropping him. Nick and Rod tracked on target and nailed the same target with pistol shots. The third managed to scurry back into the inter-building tube, dropping his rifle as he fled. Fire issued forth from the doorway they were next to, the pirates in the main control room spraying to keep anyone from sticking their head in. Vincent, Mack, and Olga made the hallway as the rest of the squad set up overwatch in case the heavy weapons team came back for their gun. Meanwhile, Tiff's explosives tumbled to a rest, ready to cover evac if needed.
Up in the sky things went about as well. Dwer was spot on with the drones. Accurate that their processors made them they were unintuitive and slow compared to a human pilot. Each managed a single blast of triple laser fire before the missile swarm caught them and blew them apart. Dwer flew through the debris field with little incident, rounding back towards his commander's position.
Kes' cannon shot took the lead valkyrie totally by surprise. The beam cored the fighter from cockpit to engine and sent the wings spinning to the ground. The second pilot proved more game as stood his fighter on its left wing and dove for the ground, releasing decoys as he went. The missile swarm suckered on the chaff and flares, exploding harmlessly away from fighter. Kes kept the advantage and powered into the pirate's high five o'clock, skirting close to the kill zone. Unless the pirate did something drastic he wasn't going to get away.
Eric voice popped on the command frequency. "New contacts, 30 miles, bearing 032, heading this way. Double flight of drones, two high, two low. Engaging top flight with stand off weaponry."
Twin missiles dropped from Eric's wing mounts. At that range and relative closure it would take a few moments for them to reach target. Eric doubled back as the fire-and-forgets took over guidance and tracked on their targets.
Posted 25 February 2013 - 10:36 PM
Nick took off like a shot after the one who was fleeing. This was better than he'd hoped: a man with his primary armament down, gracefully agreeing to be human cover. That worked.
The camo couldn't possibly keep up, so Nick just sprinted like a blurry blob after the man. Round the corner, use him as a distraction, and then dive for cover.
He pulled out another flashbang and primed it, then kept it carefully in one hand while holding his pistol in the other. Wherever he went, wherever had the fewest guns pointed at him, would first be explored with gunfire. Wherever the most guns were, though, they would get the flashbang.
Posted 25 February 2013 - 11:11 PM
Olga could tell roughly which directions fire was coming from, where it was going, and which directions the rest of the assault team were looking in, so she had a good guess as to which heat signatures her HUD was relaying were hostiles. Right now they were reflexively suppressing the attack, but they might recall the hostages if the pressure didn't continue to escalate; Olga was going to have to penetrate the room.
She didn't have time to carefully holster her sidearm if she wanted to maintain her momentum going into the control room, so Olga simply let go and reached for one of the bodies on the floor. She approached the doorway heading north-northwest and spun, whipping the body around the frame and throwing it into the shooter she could tell was just to the left of the door. She used the sudden release from the rotation to sling-shot herself into the room and to the right of the door, aiming to tackle the closer of the two hostiles there into the other, sending all of them to the floor. If successful, that would put them below the level of the control panels, buying her a couple of seconds out of sight of the hostiles further in. Hopefully the resulting scrum wouldn't present a clean target for anyone who moved to get a line of sight on it, while penetrating and knocking down the front line of defenders might create enough of a distraction and opening to let the rest of the assault force breach the room and end this.
Posted 26 February 2013 - 04:54 AM
Natalya did not charge into the room. That wasn't her job.
She was fully rated for close quarters combat with her kit, but that was a last resort. Her job was to make life unpleasant for the bad guys, keep their heads down, keep them thinking about anything but what they wanted to do. It followed from the Golden Rule of combat; Do unto others so they can't do unto you. She blink set her grenade launcher to detonate 0.3 seconds after impact, with low velocity throw.
She reloaded the grenade launcher on the move, setting up position outside the entry and taking a knee. She aimed up.
As Olga tossed her human projectile and spun out of sight, Natalya squeezed her trigger.
Low velocity was relative. The launcher still had a hell of a kick, but the grenade would lose most of their velocity on the first thing they hit, then drop under gravity. To roughly head height.
Her HUD strobed and audio became momentarily thick as the helmet protected her from the overpressure, still timed to the detonation sequence, still sending the same data to all team members facing the noise.
"Fire in the hole," she said to no one, switching her selector back to rifle mode and waiting for targets of opportunity.
Posted 26 February 2013 - 05:06 AM
"Affirmative on your Tally, moving to intercept low."
Dwer rapidly rotated his Rhea onto the stated heading and maxed out the 'throttle', or at least the Q-Rhea's equivalent control for it. He couldn't see his targets very well at this distance but the on-board systems with a little help from the EWACs support did its best to paint each of the incoming drones on his HUD. Even if they were drones Dwer couldn't take that many by himself without some degree of risk, hopefully Kes had finished off the VF-11 flight and was en route.
Gaining altitude he watched for missile warnings trying to gain locks of his own, the second he got a good solution he would let loose.
On the ground Quola did her best to cover Olga's mad charge, pulse firing at anyone who tried to take shots at the larger Meltran. Whilst she could hold her own firefights were not Quola's natural habitat and she found herself at something of a loss. Thankfully the basic tenets of training had kicked in, when in doubt shoot. So shoot she did ducking her head briefly as Natalya's grenade went off, taking the opportunity to reload as she did. She only had one magazine left for her SMG after this new one, chances were she wouldn't need it.
Posted 26 February 2013 - 07:25 AM
Roderick saw Nick took off like a shot and then Olga pick up, then toss the body of one of the slain gunmen. When she followed the body into the room, he moved himself up to take her previous position, using the move to draw a bead on anyone he could see before settling down for the next push.
Posted 26 February 2013 - 10:24 AM
As the rest of the team began breaching Tommy took one last look around the shuttle before lowering his weapon. "Time to get ready to go Jo."
"You go, I'll cover the retreat." his wife responded before shifting to the rear hatch.
Tommy nimbly moved through the shuttle, nodding the Tiff and the doctor as he passed, and dropped himself into the pilots seat. Taking a fraction of a second to strap himself in, safety first even in combat, his hands started flying over the controls. He sealed all of the hatches except the rear hatch, spooled up the power to prepare for a quick egress, and started running through an abbreviated pre-flight check-list.
For her part Jo was covering at the rear hatch, scanning right to left with her SMG, keeping an eye out for any new threats that needed dealing with.
Posted 26 February 2013 - 11:57 PM
If unable to pursue your own strategy, at least deny the enemy theirs. Another way of saying it was keep them on the back foot. Audacity wins battles. That certainly was the lesson of the day. Olga's unabated charge cleared the double door opening mere seconds as Nick passed by as blur, hunting down the lone unarmed gunman. The pirates inside were caught in mid-task unaware. Certainly the two nearest the door had been pumping suppression shots occasionally, but the mismatched form of Nick's semi-cloaked body had confused them. The body of their dead companion only compounded that issue. The blinder grenades Natalya tossed in was icing on the cake. None of the pirates had sound suppression gear. None of the hostages did either. With the explosion of sound and flash of light literally going off in their faces, the pirates hit the dirt in blinded agony. Olga tackled the closest gunman and knocked him clean out with a vicious hook to the jaw. Quola gunned down the other forward guard, the body pitching forward into the arms of his dead compatriot. Rod drew a bead on the closest standing baddie, stoking the trigger twice. The pirate hit the ground, two bullet wounds to his left shoulder, his gun clattering harmlessly to the ground. Natalya managed to down the last active hostile in the room with a perfect marksman shot between the eyes. He slumped into the heap of hostages.
Vincent held the northern advance in check. After the smoke cleared from his grenade one of the pirates stuck his head out around the corner. Vincent's first shot winged off the corridor inches from the pirate's head. The second shot clipped the intrepid buccaneer in the knee, spinning him to the floor. The third clipped his side and left him writhing in pain. Jo, from her vantage point at the rear hatch, could see the last gun crew member bolting through the north west connector tube. Shots would have been wasted with her SMG. The glass had been built to weather the storms of Obsidian. Her bullets would barely scratch the tube.
The last southern pirate cleared the tube and broke into a dead sprint in the southern corridor. Fast as he was he was far to encumbered by his gear to outrun Nick on a bad day. Nick caught up to the bandit. The flash bang flew to land a few yards in front of the panicked gunman. Unable to stop himself in time the pirate took the concussive wave full on to his chest. Stumbling he skidded to a halt on his face. Nick instantly capitalized on the situation. A quick shove slammed the bandit's temple to the ground, a knee split his shoulder blades, and an arm locked the bandit's opposite arm against Nick's leg. This guy was going nowhere soon.
Meanwhile, in the sky, the fight continued. Eric's first missile intercepted the lead drone, lancing through the chassis before exploding. The drone fell as a burning wreck from the sky. The second drone manged to connect with its lasers against the second missile, deftly avoiding death. Calculating its threats it redirected on Dwer, coming in from his high 12 o'clock, peppering fire at him but unable to connect with the Rhea. Dwer, in the meantime, had acquired range and lock. Using saturation fire he pumped two volleys of missiles, one for each of the low drones. Try as they might neither one could deal with the cloud of high explosives coming at them. The first was merely consumed in a fireball. The second went evasive, twisting and turning, spoofing a good third of the missiles before the first impacted, drawing the rest in like piranha. It too exploded.
Kes followed her target almost into the dirt. The pilot might not have been much of a combat enthusiast, but he was definitely competent at racing. Using several of the outlying hills and crags he bobbed around the ground, sometimes skimming as close as a few feet, other times going into high yo-yos or sharp banks to try to shake the Rhea on his tail. Kes was way too good for that, maintaining her position but failing to get a clean shot off. About half way through the chase she realized that the bogey was intentionally heading south from the base. He could be drawing her off. For what, who knew?
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