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

[demonbloodblade]

Ow. Just... ow. That sounds horribly painful. The worst I got was shot. I managed to get the bullet out, but I still don't like those things.

...you're going to be all right, aren't you?

[trustycrowbar]

I'll be all right. [He adds, quietly.] I don't have much choice but to believe that right now. Once they get us back, they'll set everything and cast it. I won't be doing any missions anytime soon, but I can still push papers and hold a lightpen. With my left hand, anyway.

[He doesn't sound very enthusiastic about this, however.]

[demonbloodblade]

[She punches the floor.]

Here I was being angry at what happened to me, and not even thinking about how much worse it could be for some people! Damn me for a fool.

[trustycrowbar]

[The entire car shudders when she does that, and Gordon jerks and grimaces because he'd jumped with the rest of the people around them.]

Hngh, g'dmit... They might have me back in working order in a few weeks, the way medicine works over there. Still hurts like a bitch NOW, though.

[demonbloodblade]

[She looks even more ashamed at that.] Oh, Helm, I'm sorry, Gordon. I forgot...

I wish I had even a healing potion with me, but I don't have any left anymore...

[trustycrowbar]

Not... going to lie. One of those would be good right about now.

[He'd almost forgotten about those things. Last time he used them he'd been swatted through a building by an eldritch creature. He wishes he could say that was the first time something like that had happened too; losing to a hydraulic door seems sort of... embarrassing, by comparison.]

Don't worry about it.