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

Compound | Train

[dawningsun]

A) [Here is one very grumpy elf, who is leaning on his cane and taking short, shallow breaths. He holds his right arm against his chest, and sweat beads on his brow. Even as injured as he is, he's determined to make it out of there.]

B) [He's still not breathing as well, but for the moment, he nearly collapses into a seat. A groan as he shifts, wincing as he tries to get comfortable. He's exhausted, and angry, and tired, so very tired. He closes his eyes for a moment, and hearing someone approach, frowns.]

I would recommend taking a seat elsewhere.

b

[lazyinlove]

Don't be a dick, dude.

[The voice is young, and tired as well. A little hollow. Not insolent so much as exhausted. Stanley sinks down along the wall, though. He doesn't go for the bench. No need to actually piss the guy off.]

'M not gonna bother you.

Hello hi hey

[dawningsun]

I'm afraid it's a bit late to say you won't bother me.

[He frowns slightly, and then gestures to the place next to him.]

I'm far too weary to properly chase you off. Sit down.

[He shifts with slight groan.]

Were you taken, as well?

sup

[lazyinlove]

[He doesn't get up right away, but he does glance up at the invitation and consider the effort closing the distance will take. He's a little bruised and bloodied, though not horrifically injured by the look of it. He's also apparently not the world's most skilled conversationalist, as his reply is simply a shrug and two syllables.]

Rescue.

[dawningsun]

I see.

[He raises a long, curled brow.]

I suppose I should be thanking you for coming to free us, then.

[lazyinlove]

[That's a new one. It catches him off guard. For a long moment, he's not sure what to say. Maybe just fall back on manners? That works in more situations than he'd like to admit if his mom happened to be around some day to hear it.]

You're welcome.

[But it's not just an automated response. It's also sincere.]

[dawningsun]

What is your name?

[He raised a long, curled brow]

I'm Kirian Dawningsun.

[lazyinlove]

Stanley. Lucerne.

[He waved from the floor, since he was a little too far away to go for the handshake.]

I usually don't carry my teeth in my pocket. Promise.

[dawningsun]

Carry your...teeth...

[He frowns slightly, furrowing his brows.]

Is that a human turn of phrase? I've not heard that one before. What does it mean?

[lazyinlove]

[As it turns out, Stanley is apparently a very straightforward young man. Or so it would seem when he reaches into his pocket and literally fishes out two ...yep. Those sure are teeth. He puzzles over them a moment, still kind of disturbed they aren't attached the way they've always been until now, and shrugs.]

I'm thinking of taking up hockey.

a

[psychopath]

[so, so!! the one he came to save was fine and well and jack really couldn't care less if everyone else died while doing it, but he spots the elf and decides, impulsively, to see if he should either help or make sure there's one less person jostling for space back to exsilium.

(he's being helpful okay.)]

Milord? [from behind, a jack who looks like he's been to a pitfight, hair coming out of his plait but earnest concern painting his face,] Hey! We should get going—

[dawningsun]

[He stops, looking behind him while trying not to move his chest too much. His ears are drooping a bit, and he looks almost as if he's withering.

Apparently cracked ribs hurt a lot who'd have known.]

I'm well aware. Do you know a faster exit?

[psychopath]

Yes, I'll help you out.

[he says, earnestly, procuring a dagger out of his sleeve and there might be a moment when jack looks like he's contemplating stabbing kirian with it but it's probably just his imagination.]

Lean on me? What happened? Where are you hurt?

[dawningsun]

[Kirian frowns at the dagger, then Jack, but finally decides, like always, that he can handle himself.

Though, perhaps maybe his track record for that isn't looking so great right now.]

I was observing the command area here... [A wince as he takes a breath slightly too deep.] ...one of the guard struck me rather soundly, but it seems he was called away to deal with more pressing matters before much more could happen.

I'll be quite alright soon enough.

[psychopath]

[jack frowns mightily in response, placing a hand at kirian's elbow anyway.]

Soon enough? I reckon you've cracked ribs, if it hurts to breathe. That'll take a bit to recover, milord.

[he says, scolds more like it, as he ushers them through the path to another, closer exit.]

[dawningsun]

I'm not a child.

[He takes a shallow breath and winces. He wants to shake off that hand touching him, but he's got more pressing things to focus on right now.]

I know I'll recover. I'd rather medical aid go to those who truly need it. I've recovered from worse.

[psychopath]

I'm well aware.

[yeah he's going to get help whether he likes it or not.]

If you say so, but...there are a lot of healers anyway--

[and they're suddenly accosted by one, two of the guards who are frantically trying to stop the rescues going on.]

[dawningsun]

[Kirian is weary. And he is angry. And he is going back to Exsilium, by the Nether, and no soldiers are going to stop him.

He finds the catch on his cane, drawing a dagger. What he wouldn't give to have his powers- he could deal with them more more easily.

Kirian has absolutely no time for this bullshit, he's leaving and that's final.

He moves forward, ignoring the screaming pain as he does, and aims his blade for one of the soldiers, ducking away from a strike and sinking the blade into the soldier's stomach.]