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

[debtor]

[Hm. This guy doesn't really look like a fighter.

Not that Allen's

one to judge.] What happened?

[lazyinlove]

Security, I guess.

[Stanley frowns, and fishes a strange looking communication device out of his pocket, apparently completely baffled to have it in his possession. He really isn't a fighter, and he can't explain managing to disarm and contain someone, not even if the guy did get in some good kicks first.]

He's not going to set off any alarms. It's okay.

[debtor]

[The device is unfamiliar in its design, but its origin is obvious enough. His eyes widen as he looks back the way Stanley had come, before focusing on the device again.

That. Might not be good. What if the UE tries to contact its original owner?]

Why do you have it with you? What happened to the man you took it from-? [ is he dead? incapacitated? still pursuing the kid who stole his communicator? ]

[lazyinlove]

What? Closet...I-I dunno.

[It's probably a safe assumption that Stanley isn't part of the intel team.]

I didn't want him to call for backup.

[debtor]

[This guy...] He's in a closet? [That doesn't sound secure.]

If they try to contact him now, it will raise suspicions when he doesn't respond. [ And they could track him, through the communicator-! ] You need to dispose of that device, sir.

[lazyinlove]

It probably would've raised suspicions if he told them something suspicious was going on, too.

[Though Stanley is now considering the device, unhappily. If there's a tracker in it it's good that the dude doesn't have it, but bad if they do. They need to get it somewhere that won't raise any red flags.]

Think there's a break room?

[debtor]

[He follows Stanley's train of thought, at least. He glances back down the way they'd come, and then down the other direction, as if he could find the answer that way.]

I'm not certain. I wouldn't know where to find it...

Are you going to look for one?

[lazyinlove]

I guess?

[Aw fuck, is this just his problem now? That sucks.]

[debtor]

I could accompany you. [ for protection, at least. ignore the fact that allen's unarmed himself, and is, indeed, only able to use one arm at all.

Stanley's idea might be safer than simply destroying the thing - assuming they don't get caught.]

[lazyinlove]

Maybe you should sit this one out.

[How hard can it be to find a break room and toss the thing in there? Or hell a random Toilet stall could work, too.]