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exsilium MODS ([personal profile] initiates) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-09-18 10:20 pm
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OPERATION SEXY MARIO: CONCLUSION

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?
ladyspitfire: (ғɪɢʜᴛ | I'm not ready for the darkness)

[personal profile] ladyspitfire 2013-10-12 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Blaine had them distracted, Elissa could use the shadows to her advantage to get around the cells, to get close enough to reach into her belt for her own trap. Blaine had them pinned down, forcing each of them to go single-file through the doorway or else risk tripping over their fallen comrades. It was a little too perfect.

The flask was thrown and it shattered on a soldier's helmet. The acid inside quickly eroded parts and pieces of his protection and Elissa was all too ready to throw a knife at him. It stuck to his neck and he dropped easily.]
anklets: (chasing ghosts)

[personal profile] anklets 2013-10-12 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dredging a smile; that almost sounds nostalgic.]

Take her the good news. [ secretly, though, she's quite sure Rosette's good news has already been delivered, even if right now he's wandering the train and tripping over tired girls ]

[personal profile] substitutable 2013-10-12 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm glad too. It was really horrible so you're pretty lucky you missed it. The entire dan was sick around that time.

[He didn't recover from it like the rest of the dan, but he did get better. Came back better might actually be a better word for it. But he's doing better now and that's what counts.]

It'd be nice if it doesn't happen again.
lazyinlove: (w)

[personal profile] lazyinlove 2013-10-12 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He listens to the tirade rather politely, until it's reached it's completion. And then he none too eloquently argues his case.]

Dude, I'm not the one freaking out here. And I'm not playing hero. I'm not a hero, ask anyone. Fuck heros. And fuck the teeth, alright? They're just fucking teeth. I have more.

[He drops the teeth on the floor. It's just a demonstration, he's totally planning to sneak back and collect them later in case someone can fix them, but this guy does t need to know that. The point is, teeth aren't the point.]

But I'm not ditching anyone just because it's hard. So I'm gonna go clean up and do what I came here for.

[And, as an afterthought:]

You might wanna count to ten or something , I dunno.
affectate: (11)

[personal profile] affectate 2013-10-12 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I am quite used to illness; while inconvenient, I doubt that it would be much cause for alarm.
inafadingcrown: (To bear a Ring of Power is to be alone.)

[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2013-10-12 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Or mayhaps they simply do not interfere. To a large extent, the Valar have seen fit to let us make what mistakes we will. It was different when the world was young, and to a degree, it is different still in the Undying Lands. But in Middle Earth they are rarely seen.

Ulmo, Lord of Waters sings to us and the stars are ever a reminder of Lady Varda, but the rest keep their silence, for the most part.
inafadingcrown: (Even the smallest person)

[personal profile] inafadingcrown 2013-10-13 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
[A little huff of a laugh] It is like so much else here- so far removed from its natural state that it is unrecognizable. But then fruits and vegetables are not so easy to come by here. I suppose it is to be expected.
wilder: (who cares about details! (sheena))

[personal profile] wilder 2013-10-13 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I guess so. You know, sometimes I'll sneak off from a mission objective just so I can have a bite of real food. It's not like I ever have enough for the really good stuff, but hey- better than nothing.
concealingeyes: ([remember that smile])

[personal profile] concealingeyes 2013-10-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Well... even though I'm going to be a little tired, if you need help, I'll be here, all right?
overclocking: (heard it all before)

[personal profile] overclocking 2013-10-13 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
I think I will.

[He pushes off from the wall, and thought he teeters for a moment, he manages to get his footing well enough that he doesn't topple. Maybe he shouldn't be lecturing her, after all.

He turns to go, but glances over his shoulder.]


Get some rest, Lenalee.
anklets: (to walk the sand)

[personal profile] anklets 2013-10-13 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Then the time for conversation is passed, and the only sound from her from here on out is quiet quiet terse breathing. She needn't make a sound when moments like these call for it, and that has nothing to do with her Innocence, it's all her.

Same for how quickly she can move when time presses hotly on her back; her strides are so long now, and she is skipping over blood and bodies (sometimes parts of bodies) without looking at them (this is forced, tight-lipped, lest her stomach empty itself), and his urgency becomes her urgency becomes his urgency again. Move, move quickly, her mantra, until she's nearly running as she guides him. More than once a face familiar from the train in slips by in her peripheral, making her heart jump.

Left, right, dead ahead: and each corner has her fretting a little more for Oz and Allen and everyone. Are those sounds coming closer or from further off?
]
anklets: ○ please ask before taking! (zzzznk)

[personal profile] anklets 2013-10-13 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Already slumped back in her seat by the time he does; apparently she hadn't expected the textbook glance-back moment. ]

Mmhm...

[ and her anklets spark as though they were of the mind to invoke, but they don't, this time, and she flutters her lashes halfway open again before giving up, as her innocence had

softer:
] You, too.
velveteened: (} WHAT DO I DO NOW)

[personal profile] velveteened 2013-10-13 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
( their strides aren't so different in length, less than they were once, but it still seems hard to keep up — at first, but then he's more familiar with the place than she is and confidence pushes him forward. the bodies and the blood and parts remind him of sablier only with more familiar (hated) faces, but did he ever want them dead; and that time too, the first time, he was chasing after something — after alice, after the sunlight, in hopes of saving her which they did but only after

no

no need to compound the horror if this situation with (more) memories, making it into the abyss and now sablier, making more things to weigh him down when they need to be quick about it.

the sounds are coming closer, closer, closer, and the corner is rounded by all too familiar uniforms. )
Edited 2013-10-13 02:57 (UTC)
anklets: (unpleasantries)

1/2

[personal profile] anklets 2013-10-13 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ shit shit god damn shit ]
anklets: (good news,everyone!!)

[personal profile] anklets 2013-10-13 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[--pinwheels, and her grip on him is such that, while not easy, it's possible--]

Duck your head!

[--to twist him and put herself between, a split-second movement wherein holy weaponry need not apply (because it's still dead at her feet, she's just checked), and by the hands suddenly very intimate with his hips, Lenalee may or may not have very genuine intent to carry him, but what she ends up doing is pushing him, hard, because extra momentum is all she can offer, and gunshots are far less likely to hit a moving target, she knows his, so move, Oz, move--]
velveteened: (} DODGING)

[personal profile] velveteened 2013-10-13 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
( he doesn't get so far as saying no, but it almost breaches his lips; he doesn't want her between himself and danger when it's not her they want alive. but there's not much of an option besides to follow her momentum and stumble in the direction he's pushed, hands coming up to reach for her forearms whether to stop her or just hang onto something — 

it's all a blur of movement, so much so that he doesn't even immediately hear the report of the weapon or feel anything at all, even notice the way his sleeve starts to dampen. it's a missed shot, of course, aimed at the interloper; the ue soldier has every intent of keeping their country's captives fairly whole and alive while there's still so much information to be extracted out of them. but firing again at such close quarters is foolish, so he (or she, or who knows, they're all clones aren't they) closes in this time. )
strategic_guile: (This is my >8| face!)

[personal profile] strategic_guile 2013-10-13 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, that was definitely something new. He'd have to ask her what that was when this was all over. It could come in handy... like how he had been firing for a minute now and still hadn't emptied his clip. That was somewhere in the back of his mind as he trusted Elissa to stay out of his line of fire.

He lowered his steadying hand to reach into one of the pouches on his vest for the explosives. It wasn't quite a grenade, but it would clear the room and give them time to clear the room and hopefully bar the door on their way out. He made it clear something else was in his hand to his partner as he called out to her.]

Elissa, clear out!
ladyspitfire: (sʜᴏᴄᴋ | looked right into the face)

[personal profile] ladyspitfire 2013-10-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
[The moment she heard him, she turned her head and made a beeline for the safe zone at his back, away from the opposition. As she ran, one of them shot her in the shoulder, the bullet not piercing her armor but certainly puncturing it. It was painful enough and she stumbled briefly, then ducked behind him.]

All yours!
acemedium: (pic#6761441)

[personal profile] acemedium 2013-10-13 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
First, ditch the books and glasses! That kind of thing is going to get you stuffed in a locker in five seconds flat!

[Nevermind that a girl half his size is telling him this]
acemedium: she'll beat you up with her noodle arms (Does Maya have to smack a bitch?)

[personal profile] acemedium 2013-10-13 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[That won't be difficult]

[Also, Rosette smashed her face with a door. Otherwise is physically unharmed, though]


I should be asking you that! What are you even doing here anyway?
inhumanity: (Passiflora alata)

[personal profile] inhumanity 2013-10-13 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ack, you're right! [He steps back in shock and alarm.] How can I join the circus if I'm naturally too stealthy to be noticed?

[As if Christopher is ever unnoticeable.]
notpeterparker: (Baccano head pats)

[personal profile] notpeterparker 2013-10-13 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Do you really want to join the circus, Mr. Christopher?

[She doesn't know him well enough to say whether or not he'd be good for it, but she thinks that anything's possible if you set your mind to it. She takes a few steps towards the door to see if she can hear anyone else coming, but doesn't stray too far away from him.]
strategic_guile: (Not going down so smoothly this time)

[personal profile] strategic_guile 2013-10-13 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
[That brief stumble didn't result in a fall. As long as she was moving, Blaine could figure out if he should worry later. Maybe. Cousland probably wouldn't tell him if she was bleeding out unless it was detrimental to someone else's well being... but was she as suicidal and sacrificial as that?

The blonde kept firing his ever-full gun and popped the pin from the small tube in his hand.]

Out the door.

[And he gave her a second to comply before he was slipping back towards the door himself, throwing the tube, jumping quickly out the door with a few final cover shots, and slamming it closed.

Then there was a explosion on the other side.]
ladyspitfire: (ғᴀʟʟ | this is how it ends)

[personal profile] ladyspitfire 2013-10-13 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
[It couldn't be so big of an explosion as all of that, could it?

The nod he gave seemed to indicate so. Elissa grimaced and nodded, ducking outside of the door and waiting for him to follow. He slammed the door and the explosion she heard - and felt - from the other side jostled her. Setting a hand to her shoulder to inspect the damage, she tossed a glance his way.]


Where in the void did you get the firepower for that?
molecules: (pic#6425531)

[personal profile] molecules 2013-10-13 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Do they look like they're bustling with sock owners?

[ piper wants to move. she has a funny feeling that if they linger back here and bicker about women wearing trousers and being able to save the men, they'll get caught. ]