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

[hyanaimne]

[surprise melts into confusion, before she turns back to the battle at hand. He saved her life, of course she was going to be thankful—but then again, maybe he was like her, and thanks were just something she didn't think she really deserved.

She intercepts another soldier, her sword cutting him down quickly, before she calls back to Tim]

Are you fine up there without protection?

[cracking_shot]

[Tim wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was picking off soldiers distracted by Tempest and she seemed to be picking off soldiers who were beginning to notice him. Though, that mutually beneficial sort of relationship wasn't going to last forever. Eventually, more soldiers were going to get curious about him and his uncanny ability to do something as simple as shoot them.]

Plenty fine! You worry about the movie-monsters comin' out of the wood-works!

[hyanaimne]

[it worked well, at least. It makes it easier for her to focus on her sword rather than both that and her magic, with Tim having her back. And it gives her an opportunity to test out the sword itself - it was her weapon, after all, and she'd only used it a few times in practice]

I do not know what movie monsters are!

[that doesn't mean she can't continue to be herself, though]

[cracking_shot]

Fine, then just keep dancing. Worry about the weird shit I'm sayin' later, after we're done.

[If they made it back, anyway. Tim didn't know if those machines that brought people back to life had a range. If he had to be carried back. If he was comfortable dying in the first place.

He had a lot of worries and none of them pushed him away from his gun. It was probably the most terrifying aspect of it all--he refused to walk away from that gun and think for himself.]

Do not worry on my account!

[hyanaimne]

[she was about to retort that she doesn't dance, but a group of soldiers were making their way towards her. Tim can hear her shout something, and then drop to her knees, hand and sword slamming to the ground.

A wall of fire shoots up from the ground, engulfing the oncoming UEs, and - thankfully - drowning out any of their death screams.

Tempest stumbles to her feet, back a few steps, then attacks another soldier who took the smart route and went around the spell]

I will worry about what I want!

[cracking_shot]

[Tim took the sudden wall of flame as an opportunity. He stepped up quickly and hunched over, running away. Running away was always a bad thing from any angle, but then again--staying and shooting was a bad thing. There were always a lot of bad things to do and they were always the only options.

Heart racing, Tim fell prone to the ground overlaying the battlefield, ignoring his sights for the moment to check and see if any soldiers had spotted him. They forgot him in the sudden explosion Tempest threw up, apparently.

He didn't feel too badly about briefly cutting off their conversation, admittedly. After another minute he opened fire again--cutting off a few ranks with suppressive fire to prevent them from flanking Tempest a second time.]