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

[pilot]

What do you think I'm trying to—do?! Damn this—! Get back! Move back!

[ he'd been told to be quiet. han solo doesn't do quiet. he's gonna shoot the door open and he was never invited to another rescue again. ]

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke darts back from the door and shields his face with a hand.

Yeah, Han's using his typical sense of tact and stealth to get through this one.]

[pilot]

[ at least it gets the door open. once the lock's blown off, he slams the rest of it out of the way. ]

Luke!

[ he holds his blaster in his left hand. he favors his right, the cause obvious: a still bleeding cut on his shoulder that makes even lifting a blaster a pain. he's had a fun adventure so far. ]

[taggingwomprats]

[Luke can't keep a smile off of his face.]

Han! Boy, I am glad to see you-

[Wait.]

You're bleeding.

[pilot]

[ he looks down at his shoulder. ]

It's a scratch. Come on! We don't have a lot of time.

[taggingwomprats]

Are you sure-?

[Well, no time to argue.]

Hold on, I need to find out where they stashed my lightsaber! I'm not leaving it here!

[pilot]

Can't you make another one...? [ okay no leaving that thing here would be a bad idea. ] Forget I said anything. We'll find it. You remember when they took it?

[taggingwomprats]

Han, I'm not leaving my father's lightsaber for them to-

[Alright, alright.]

I think they took it when they brought me here. There's got to be a storage room around here somewhere, right?

[pilot]

We can look for one. Come on. [ he grabs luke's elbow to make him hurry. ] There's not many people around, but they'll be on us if we stay here.

[taggingwomprats]

[You don't have to hurry him. Luke's on the run and it feels just like old times. Visions of the Death Star corridors swim into his head and he pushes them back. Not the time.]

Yeah, I know, but still - let's try down here.

[His hands feel empty and he wishes he had a blaster.]

[pilot]

Hmm.

[ that's the extent he allows himself to express his pain. han makes a face, and presses on. ]

They ask you anything?

[taggingwomprats]

No, that's the weird part - they just ran a lot of medical tests. I don't know what they wanted-

[He can hear distant sounds of alarms, combat. There's chaos in the hallways and he pauses to peer down a side corridor, forehead currowed in concentration.]

Maybe we should check down this way-

[Wait a sec. He glances back at Han and eyes him.]

...how's your shoulder?

[pilot]

It's fine, kid. Still attached.

[ han lifts an eyebrow at him as if daring luke to contradict him. ]

Quit worrying about me. Let's find your lightsaber and get out of here.