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

[gevurah]

A soldier.

[ She pulls away from him to stand tall and proper once more. She might be dressed bizarrely, but she doesn't emulate a costumed performer of any sort. ]

[duplicitoussight]

[Strange costume or not, strange name or not, it's a little nice to know that a stranger will lend a helping hand, even if it isn't asked.]

Ah. Then this sort of thing's something you're familiar with, I bet. [Pause. He fiddles with the cloth.] Thank you.

[gevurah]

Rest up until a medic comes to see you. Or see one when we're back in the city.

[ She turns away now. ]

[duplicitoussight]

--say, say, can I get a name?

[gevurah]

I already gave it.

[ Which is to say no, he won't be getting her real name. Nobody does. ]

[duplicitoussight]

[He laughs a little at that.] Your job is your name... arara, how mysterious.

[gevurah]

Batwoman. [ She repeats quietly.

Although, being a Bat is sort of an occupation of its own ~comics~ so WHY NOT. ] Rest.

[duplicitoussight]

And Batwoman's a soldier. I get it, I get it. [He leans back in his seat, flashes a smile at her.] Don't worry. I'm staying where I am, just like you told me to.

[gevurah]

[ She says nothing else and turns from him, stalking down the aisle and to the end of the train, monitoring everyone around her. ]