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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?

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[personal profile] of_the_lake 2013-09-19 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lancelot had been a hulk of a man in the formerly pristine hallways of that holding compound. He was dressed as tight and simply as possible, wearing a gas-mask with a number of thin blade tucked on his belt and on a bandolier around his shoulder for quick access. A number of blades were lost--either too far embedded in their targets or broken, but he still had plenty left.

In one hand, he held a short katana with a thick blade, sharpened enough that it could be boasted to put holes in body-armor even without his immense strength. He paused at the end of the hall, spotting Stephanie at the other end just as he turned a corner. It was too far to identify her as another transport, but just close enough he cold tell she was armed. Rather than announcing himself aloud and giving away his intentions for any soldiers hidden out in the rooms, Lancelot sheathed his sword and remained still.]
reconnaissance: (♏ a runaway train)

[personal profile] reconnaissance 2013-09-19 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( She will be taking that hug, even if she's awkwardly gripping the gun between them, if only one arm can be pulling Steph closer, pressing against her back. )

It's not your fault.

( Ellie is Ellie. She knows that. ) I'm a moody bastard, you couldn't know it wasn't that.

( It hurts, irrationally, achingly, but Ellie has pieced it apart. It hurts that it was normal enough for her to be that difficult that it made sense. )
observingfate: (pic#6586989)

Re: closed to huey;

[personal profile] observingfate 2013-09-19 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah.]

[As a scientist, Huey is quite familiar with the sound of droplets hitting the floor. After all, sometimes you just have to drain someone of their blood and when they struggle, it gets messy. So yes, he immediately spots the small specks of blood, dripping onto the floor coming from the figure wearing a mask.

The blood is a reminder of a tragedy, that happened long ago in a small city by the ocean.


Judging from the location of where the blood is dripping from and the amount, it seems like it is nothing more than a cut from the arm. To anyone else, this would be considered a minor injury considering she was breaking into an enemy's stronghold.

...But. For Huey, this isn't minor at all. It isn't the injury itself that he's concerned about, mind you. No, he's concerned about the person under the mask.

That mask is a reminder of a legend, told long ago in a small city by the ocean.


And for the first time in a long time, Huey makes an action without thinking. He starts to rip a part of his own temporary clothing and forcefully grabs the figure's arm, to quickly wrap the fabric around the injury. No noise, no fuss, no expression.]
controlledvariable: (Batgirl -- yeah idk man)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2013-09-19 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[And she lowers her gun as soon as she spots the man at the other end of the hall, holding up a hand in something like greeting, to indicate that she's a friendly. He's wearing a mask, but it's nothing like what the Masked use, so she's confident he isn't one of them.

And they're all the same build, anyway, this guy is too big.

Though the gun only stays lowered for a moment, but that's because she points it back the way she came as she approaches Lancelot, keeping a watchful eye for anyone from the United Earth.

Maybe this man's seen Ellie, or Collette, or Saul.]
controlledvariable: (PB >> that I thought)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2013-09-19 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yes it is.]

I should've. I should've realized.

[Her breath is a shudder, and her free hand comes up to Ellie's cheek as Steph rests their foreheads together. She just needs that contact, that reassurance that Ellie is back with her.]

[personal profile] of_the_lake 2013-09-19 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[One he and Stephanie reached a certain point in the hall, Lancelot reached up to pull up his mask. There were few doors that would open immediately near by for anyone to throw out a gas canister, so the risk of poison shot down towards the middle of the hall. He would be able to set his mask back on if he heard the classic pop of the pin.

In a lowered voice, he inclined his head in a brief greeting, noting Stephanie's attention to the hall. Lancelot knew there was no one coming from his own direction--no one alive, at least.

Given that she hadn't shot him, Lancelot didn't bother with formalities.]


This hall is a dead end. There are a few rooms remaining, but they're for maintenance and administration.

I've emptied most of them.
reconnaissance: (☯ the tethered mind)

[personal profile] reconnaissance 2013-09-19 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
What? "El's gone off again, must have been brainwashing?" Come off it, Steph.

( Relieved for the contact, letting her eyes slip shut and releasing the rifle so it hangs from the strap on her shoulder. )

That's crazy. You're not my keeper.
controlledvariable: (PB >> upon my skin)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2013-09-19 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I know I'm not, but--

[But she feels like she needs to take care of Ellie, and she feels like she failed that.]

You were acting different, I should've known something was wrong.
reconnaissance: (♔ but i've got this mouth)

[personal profile] reconnaissance 2013-09-19 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Stop.

( Fingers resting against Steph's chin, not quite over her lips, just a little curled. ) Don't do that.
senseandcecilbility: (this belongs to)

C, because it's beautiful. :')

[personal profile] senseandcecilbility 2013-09-19 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kevin feels blind, mute and deaf. He has never been a show-off, but the lack of powers has become rather frustrating at this point. Relying on a trench coat to conceal his wing is terribly awkward, his aura is everywhere, and he could have located the creature of darkness ages ago if he had not to open every bloody door to--]
Edited 2013-09-19 15:35 (UTC)
explodewiththerage: (Too far)

[personal profile] explodewiththerage 2013-09-19 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
GRAY! YOU FROSTY DROOPY EYED ASSHOLE, COME OUT SO I CAN KNOCK SOME SENSE IN YOUR EMPTY HEAD!

[Natsu keeps yelling for a while longer before he feels the magic swirling in the air. No this wasn't like Gray. This was far more powerful and malevolent. With that realization he immediately coated his body with flames just in time for the wind to come howling over the battlefield. He is buffeted by wind and pellets, pushing him back all the way over to Rosette. Thankfully most of the damage is mitigated by the fire his body is enveloped in. Still he's gritting his teeth until he spots Rosette. Natsu clicks his tongue and pushes back to join Rosette behind cover.]

Are you okay?!
controlledvariable: (PB >> all eyes are on you)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2013-09-19 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[It's automatic, almost, a little more submissive than she usually is, but she doesn't have the energy to argue.

It won't change how she thinks about the situation, the guilt isn't something she'll ever let go, but she can agree to stop saying it out loud, at least.]


I missed you.
controlledvariable: (Batgirl -- did I break it?)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2013-09-19 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[There's nothing else to say on that matter; as much as she might like to take a look around and see if there's any information that could be useful, her priority is finding her friends.]

It's a mess in the main area, most of the soldiers are down, but we're moving people out as quickly as possible.

[A little less cautiously than Steph might like, but unfortunately she can't boss everyone around.]

You looking for anyone in particular?
reconnaissance: (♔ to fight you)

[personal profile] reconnaissance 2013-09-19 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( That was too easy, but she doesn't want to peel it back and start insisting, right now. Instead, she's settling for keeping her forehead rested against Steph's for a few seconds longer before she eases back. ) You too.

( Trying to catch Steph's gaze, hold it, before her own flickers towards the train. ) Do we need to look for anyone?

( Something hopeful in her voice, despite herself, that they can just curl up somewhere for a bit. )
controlledvariable: (PB >> of every little thing)

[personal profile] controlledvariable 2013-09-19 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[She would rather Ellie not pull back, but she knows they can't stay like that forever, and she even manages a small smile as she meets Ellie's gaze.]

Collette and Joel are out, there anyone you want to check on?

[Saul's safe, too, but she isn't going to mention that to Ellie.]
overclocking: (huff and puff)

[personal profile] overclocking 2013-09-19 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Chrono had wondered, as days had stretched into more days of nothing but endless medical tests and fruitless covert searching, just how long the monotony was going to last. The answer came today, evidently, when he was bodily hauled into this room (they're certainly in a hurry, had been his distant observation) and locked in. It isn't even his room—talk about sloppy.

A few hours of working the door, the knob, the floor tiles- all pointless. Without his strength he can't even beat down one flimsy door. Talk about pathetic.

But he's made aware of the intruders long before he actually sees them; they're not overly discrete, and more importantly, something oppressive and insidious settles atop him like an enormous hot coal. Always one to assume the worst rather than the best, he slips his smuggled butter knife from his sleeve and waits as the footsteps draw nearer, placing himself beside the door so that he has a good angle, should it open.

One heartbeat, two—and as the door crashes against the wall, rattling on its hinges, he doesn't even bother checking who they are before he brandishes the knife at his intruders with as much intimidation as he can muster. Which... isn't a lot, really, considering he's small (looks even smaller, draped in overlarge hospital garb) and weak and exhausted. The criss-crossing bandages over his arms don't add much to his fearsome, aura either.

Not to mention- it's a butter knife. A poetic analogy for his newfound helplessness, maybe.]
soul_sister: (Like a song)

[personal profile] soul_sister 2013-09-19 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Which likely makes it a surprise when the person behind that powerful kick wasn't a UE executioner or assassin...

Rosette's face bursts into bright relief, tears at the edges of her eyes.]


Chrono!

[But behind her...]
soul_sister: (On guard)

[personal profile] soul_sister 2013-09-19 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[She looks up at him as he climbs over into cover, and she makes space immediately, shifting the tripod with her. Her arm is bleeding, but the wound looks superficial, at least.]

Yeah, it didn't go deep. I was pretty lucky there.

Are you okay? You were in the middle of all that!

[The ground shudders and rocks below them as another explosion happens nearby. From where they huddle, though. It's hard to tell if its friend or foe.]
senseandcecilbility: (ouch)

[personal profile] senseandcecilbility 2013-09-19 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[Chrono? Said in a horrifying relieved voice? Have they found the wicked one at last? Oh dear Lord, is she crying?

...He instinctively steps forward to comfort the poor little nun. But why is the demon holding a butter knife? And why can Kevin sense something smoking?

Oh.
]
charming_jerk: (confused)

[personal profile] charming_jerk 2013-09-19 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[He did look skeptical of how that could work, but he wasn't about to question it. Anything to get him out of here. He nodded swiftly, and stepped back into the cell.]

Who're you? You with the Initiative? [He wasn't about to relax. He didn't know who this was.]
oncearanger: (gunner)

distraction | open

[personal profile] oncearanger 2013-09-19 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Billy has learned his lesson from the last battle with the UE. He's better prepared---he carries enough mini-shield marbles to distribute to anyone he works with, he's largely attacking with small explosives, he sticks to the shadows, and he's very hesitant to act alone.]

(a)

[So there's a faint buzzing sound as a glowing blue wall seems to manifest between you and approaching danger, absorbing most of the blow. Then there's someone next to you, firing off a few shots.]


Are you okay?

(b)
[Billy is clinging to the rafters above the street, waiting for just the right moment to toss his explosive. Hopefully he can bounce the object off a few walls before it's detected, and that will buy him more time to move.

Unfortunately, he slips...and that small noise catches the soldiers' attention. There's suddenly a powerful barrage of fire and lightning thrown in his direction. He yelps as the pressure penetrates his suit---and his footing is lost, and down he tumbles. But he's going down shooting, firing at the approaching soldiers with one hand while he tries to cling to something to stop his fall with the other.

Finally, he tries something stupid---deploying a shield at the ground. Miraculously, he bounces off. But he's still surrounded, and this is definitely not looking good.]


Whoops. Maybe I should work on a repulsion field next.
strategic_guile: (Ahahaha fuck you~)

B

[personal profile] strategic_guile 2013-09-19 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blaine is behind her, blonde hair tucked up into a black hat, nearly as silent as Elissa is -can anyone really out ninja a Rogue?- and keeping a lookout on where they had come. He too wonders about the hallways they're passing but doesn't pause overly long to question. He was the one with a gun, but he wasn't leading the way. It might have chafed more if he didn't know she was perfectly capable of covering herself and him, gun or not.]
overclocking: (i'll be jaded at this rate)

[personal profile] overclocking 2013-09-19 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Burning, most accurately. But he doesn't even seem to be paying it any mind, at least not yet. He's utterly distracted, quite suddenly, by the wishful daydream in front of him.

Lowers his arm, knife slipping between his fingertips- abruptly, oddly numb from shoulder to hand.]


—Rosette...?
soul_sister: (Initiating cuddlepile)

1/3

[personal profile] soul_sister 2013-09-19 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[The illusion as one might expect, had paid and is currently paying the knife absolutely no regard at all. The tight embrace she sweeps him up into seems disturbingly real, as does the hard line of the rifle she's holding, flat, or the tears on his shoulder.]

Finally! I.. there was...
Edited 2013-09-19 16:38 (UTC)
soul_sister: (Lets do this)

[personal profile] soul_sister 2013-09-19 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[No, she shakes her head. There's no time for this. They need to get OUT first. She lets go of him to roughly swipe away the tears on her face. And looks him over. The hospital gown had done nothing to allay her fears, but the worst he seems to be showing is a few colorful bandaids on his arms...]