OPERATION SEXY MARIO: CONCLUSION

[initiates]

Date & Time: Sept 19th
Location: The UE Holding Compound, and surrounding area.
Characters: Anyone being rescued, doing the rescuing, or doing the distracting.
Summary: There have been some slackers freeloading off the UE for the past couple weeks or so, so let's go drag them home.
Warnings: Likely violence! Let a mod know if we should update this.

Those meant for distraction and those meant for rescue alike are both loaded onto the same stolen highspeed train. It's a great distance to cover, but the train manages in just under two hours, and deposits both groups three miles from the Holding Compound — a desolate and cold area, with rocky, uneven ground, small but jagged hills well-scattered and covered in scraggly trees — and there they part ways.

The diversion is sent away north, to draw United Earth attention and aggression upward, further into the continent, while the rescue team takes a much slower and quieter route to approach the Compound from the south, closest to Exsilium. The rescue team's orders are to wait a full half hour, to be sure that all forces who can be drawn out of the Compound to meet the sudden onslaught from the north will have already left.

The diversion team won't have an easy job of it. The soldiers are heavily armed, and trained to fight to the death before they surrender. They're grouped in organized squadrons, about 20 in each, and seem to outnumber Transports by three to one. Scattered throughout these soldiers are the Masked, the UE's special forces. These soldiers strike with a deadly precision, enhanced speed and strength, and highly advanced weaponry. Also, oddly enough, they seem to have a few smaller members among them, standing about 4 feet tall, and wielding strange powers… Those familiar with the powers of their kidnapped friends may see distinct similarities.

The Compound itself, when the rescue team makes their way in, will be very quiet. All prisoners had been forced into locked rooms (together or separately — whatever was most convenient) before the soldiers had left to face the encroaching threat. There are still personnel left to man the base, of course, and a few of them are armed soldiers — but for the most part it's scientists and researchers. Careful, though. Even scientists and researchers are perfectly capable of sounding the alarm to bring back the armed threats.

Once everyone is out of the Compound, the train will begin running a return trip. It will be kept as long as possible, while the distraction teams sneak back from the battlefield in small groups, but it can't wait forever. Those on the battlefield for the longest, the hardest hitters or the most dedicated fighters, might just have to find another way home. So… any Transports with relocation abilities feel like lending a hand?

Comments

A--if this isn't ok tell me??

[taijiya]

[Sango's a long-range fighter who prefers being in the thick of things, but in the moments she needs a break, she leaps off of Kirara's back and sticks her landing on the hill. She can't really carry any big guns with her, not while Hiraikotsu remains strapped to her back and her sword and pistols are at her waist, so she's entrusted the one seriously long-range weapon she's got to Rosette's safekeeping in the meantime.

Panting, bloodied and bruised and cracked in the ribs, Sango swings a rifle into her arms and positions herself next to Rosette. She is so glad she asked Blaine to teach her how to shoot.]

How are things?

TOTALLY FINE!

[soul_sister]

[For her part, the area Rosette had chosen remained a relatively safe perch. Sprayed with dirt and shrapnel a few times, and grazed by a conjured ice storm, her injuries are almost laughable in consideration. On the other hand, it kept her shot steady over the battlefield.

As Sango dropped beside her, she reaches for Sango's weapon, and hauls it between them.]

The lines are holding so far, something weird is going on with the reinforcements though...

<3

[taijiya]

[Sango peers through her scope, frowning.]

What do you mean?

[soul_sister]

The new ones are different. Here... look to the southern lines, the smaller ones...

[There are, indeed, a few soldiers who are almost child sized, if not a little taller. Always escorted by heavier guards, the special forces seem to conjure magics, roaring fire and whipping ice, teleport and shapeshift...]

[taijiya]

[She does see them.]

Them... I've seen a few out there. They're... not to be underestimated.

[Soldiers--them, she can fight. Magic? A different story entirely.]

[soul_sister]

I don't think I've got anything that's a match. Not even close.

[taijiya]

No, you'd need some sort of magical power to fight them, I think... in fact, I've even seen some of them using attacks similar to some Transports I know...

[soul_sister]

... Seriously?

Do you think they've been brainwashed?

[taijiya]

No, not our friends, but... maybe their abilities have been taken, somehow.

[It's a pretty grim thought all the same.]

[soul_sister]

... [That .... that's not just dangerous...]

I wont forgive them.

[taijiya]

[Sango, as if emboldened by the idea, fires off a couple of rounds.]

They've never deserved it.