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OPERATION SEXY MARIO: CONCLUSION

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?

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A) [Open Spying]

[Originally she was on board for distracting but, well, she got bored. Gutting people has never been her personal favourite pastime, at least not when it's literal. But there are more 'guts' being protected here.

Giving up her powers felt a little weird but she doesn't need them. A good detective doesn't need anything except her mind.

So if anyone in the rescue team wants to run into a young girl sneaking through the holding areas, dangerously close to the remaining personal, go ahead!]

B) [Closed to Christopher]

[Meanwhile with Christopher, she's sorting through some papers in a small office. Breaking in was a breeze and no one seems to be around yet.]

It's quiet so I guess the distraction teams are doing just fine without us, huh?

a. (inside the compound)

[ when they first start creeping through the doors to start shuffling them out of the compound, riku isn't totally lucid--but he's quick to jump in and start helping. when urged to go, he refuses. he's not leaving without people he cares about, and if they aren't already out, he's dragging them out with as little fuss as he can muster.

(he hopes there's not a lot of fuss. why would anyone want to stay here?)

he doesn't want to use force against anyone, but any staff--scientist or no--is getting a sharp stab in the back of their jaw with two fingers to black them out. anyone resisting will get the same treatment, although riku is considerably more gentle in trying to escort them out with the rest of the group.

it's probably best that they stay as quiet as possible to avoid being detected. ]

b. (closed to virgil (repliku) and xion)

[ it happens faster than he can comprehend--riku would usually be able to notice someone sneaking up from behind him, he could usually sense it, but with his light and darkness all gone, all he sees is a haze. the soldier that drags him back, barrel of his rifle against his neck to strangle him, is strong enough that riku can't even try to squirm out, thrashing as hard as he can to try to free himself.

if he could call for help, he would, but he can scarcely breathe. his head starts to swim, eyelids fluttering, hands weakening their hold on the rifle's barrel. ]

c. (on the train)

[ situated on the train as carefully as he can be, riku sits with a hand on his shoulder, eyes closed.

most people have been injured in some way, he tells himself as the train starts to fill up. as his power starts to swim back to him, he breathes in and out deeply. if he could just heal himself, he would, but healing magic has never quite been his strong suit, even with his desire to protect. even then, he's too woozy to try a spell. blacking out might be an actual issue.

riku's trying his best to seem unaffected by the somewhat-healed shoulder wound. it's a deep one--it makes him not altogether there, eyes half-lidded and lips parted as he tries to breathe without moving that shoulder--but it's been patched by some magic. some magic is better than no magic.

... careful that he doesn't teeter off to dreamland on your shoulder. he's been hit in the head a few times, too, but he's already blacked out once. probably not best to keep on doing it... ]

Edited 2013-09-19 15:34 (UTC)

[ a: earlier ]
[ There's a figure standing in one of the hallways, just ahead. He must have escaped his room's confines earlier, right? Everyone else is locked up or being released, so that must be the case. He stands with his head tipped slightly to one side, and a 3-pronged blade extended from each wrist.

Vanadi doesn't wait, if he's approached by a Transport. One moment he's standing still and quiet, and the next he's leaping straight toward whoever is nearest him, left blade already drawn back to spice across whatever he can reach. He looks grim, behind the flashing blades, face gray and lips thinly pressed together. Clearly, this is not his ideal way to spend an afternoon. ]

[ b: later ]
[ Later, much later, finds Vanadi subdued, crumbled unceremoniously in one of the seats on the train. He's looking bloody (not all his), bruised, and very possibly dented, and is having trouble moving. In fact, he can't move at all — his system has been knocked offline. It's for the best, really. He has just enough organic material to his throat and jaw to be able to speak, but not much else. He watches people as they pass for lack of anything else to do, but at the first sign of eye contact, drops his eyes to the floor. One of them, anyway. The other has swollen shut. ]

Edited 2013-09-19 06:31 (UTC)

[ He'd been so forthcoming, this scientist, until he just suddenly wasn't. His eyes go wide; then he crumples. Thump. Standing behind him is a man who looks positively deranged and also quite probably familiar to Erika. It's Mister Creeper Chicken himself, Xerxes Break. ]

Hi hiiii~! Fancy meeting you here! ♥

[He leans against a desk, singing. Apparently, he did not hear her speak.]

Oh, how dull it is!
Oh, how bored the flower gets!
Waiting for the rainfall is a tiring thing!
How can any flower wait so long to grow?
Paperwork isn't any fun at all!

Edited 2013-09-19 06:34 (UTC)

Codpiece has been escaping from the grasp of the United Earth in the air ducts since he was sprung from his holding cage. He has several clear objectives, all in pursuit of his quest:

Find his armor.
Arranging a brilliant assist in the freeing of all captives.
Reclaim his stolen nutsack!

Thus he runs into people in a variety of ways. Scampering through the air ducts, he is the sound that might make you turn your head when he:

( a )

... leaps from the very air ducts to perform startling feats of acrobatics, coming down to the floor of the commons and landing neatly on all fours on the couch.

"Ah-hah!" he cries, triumphant. "There is no more sure place to find my armor. You there! Have you seen a suit of armor, in my size? I have word it may be located in yonder boxes."

( b )

... chews through the cables to the door-lock. He's only mildly electrocuted. Please ignore how he just shot across the room and hit the far wall with a clang and thump.

Maybe he shouldn't have worn his armor for that one...

( c )

... skitters around a corner, nose lifted in the air. "I have the scent! Rightly, I do! The nuts of my master lie beyond yonder door!"

He then proceeds to bolt for it, in the currently unoccupied hallway. How he plans to open the door remains to be seen. (Hopefully not as he does in otion b.)

( ooc: tag as action or prose, I'll match you! )

[Monica's long cloak manages not to catch on anything as she weaves her way through the compound's hallways. What she can't avoid, she cuts through, ignoring everything else that isn't immediately in her way, her mind only on one thing. Somewhere in this building is Huey. How dare they capture him? how dare they lock him up? they were too lowly, not worthy of inconveniencing Huey Laforet like this. Even if the soldier's knife just now had cut off her arm, it wouldn't have been enough to stop her. Without missing a step she turns right around and raises a hand to the mask over her face, breathing fire -- the flames are bigger than what she remembers them ever being -- and slips away while he's distracted, leaving a trail of blood and more scientist bodies in her wake.

Wherever Huey is, Monica will end up at. She doesn't have any more injuries aside from the cut arm, but she manages to hide it under her cloak for the most part, even if the blood that drips onto the floor from it doesn't crawl back into her body like the blood of so many people from their world. She keeps the mask on when she appears in front of him.]

... I can get you out from this way.

[She's not here to protect you. She's not here to be her savior. You probably didn't need saving. But she wants to be convenient for you. Please let her be of use to you.]

[Shintaro stays close to Ayano and Ene, but as long as they're within earshot or eyesight, he's also doing some things on his own.He wasn't originally planning to come in this direction, but when he saw Erika's unmistakable blue hair bobbing around nearby he spins on his heels to approach her, speaking to her quietly.]

Erika-ch-- hey! What are you doing here?

( a )

Licyn was locked up and confined to his room, if that's what this passed as, on his own. He heard the rush of voices when people moved through counting heads, something about heading out, the planned attack, yadda yadda yadd-- ah.

Her perked up, kicking off the low mattress so kindly provided for him to sleep on. Planned attack. Looks like something was getting moving. He had a feeling that people were doing something stupid and possibly heroic.

For once in his life, he was personally happy to hear it.

Waiting for sounds in the hall, and anything (or anyone) who looked nothing like the scientists driving him mad the last few days, Licyn knocked on the little glass window looking in.

"Mind terribly unlatching the door, love?" Male, female, the 'endearment' would remain the same.

( b )

Out and rocketing on technology that makes him grit his teeth, Licyn opted to stop dealing with the world in any human guise. A four foot at the shoulder wolf of reddish furs (greys, browns, and whites mixed in too) parked himself firmly over several conjoined seats, nose pressed against the window. He couldn't concentrate on the world going by, but the air conditioning was helping to keep his stomach steady.

He wagged his tail. Life is nice.

( ooc: tag in action or prose, I'll match what you choose! )

Edited 2013-09-19 06:52 (UTC)

[Jesse takes his position near the entrance to the Holding Compound, ready to temporarily relieve the rescuers of their powers as he mentioned in his earlier transmission to the network. The process is quick, and they don't even have to stop and talk to him if they're in a hurry. It's enough that they just pass by him when he's standing at this close distance.

Once everyone is inside, he moves to better hiding spot nearby, where he can keep the entrance within sight and sound range but stay out of sight himself - for the most part. He has some trouble keeping still, and wanders away briefly to follow and spy on some U.E. natives, but returns soon after to wait for the team's return so he can depart with the rest of the group.

And once he sees the first of the rescuers exiting the building, he rushes over to greet them and to look for his friends - especially Saul.]

[Erika blinks. Oh, well, she hadn't forgotten he could be creepy but now that she knows him better, it's a much more appealing thing to see. She curtsies like she did when they first met.]

Hello, Xerxes. I didn't expect to see you like this. You're looking lovely today.

[Then she folds her arms and huffs. Down to business though!]

But did you have to kill him now? I was getting somewhere with this one! I don't have any powers right now so it's not easy to take one down!

[She has to tune out his singing for the most part to listen for anyone outside.]

Paper is made from trees, you know. These papers are the bodies of your comrades. I'm respecting them by remembering their contents.

A. Sneaking around the Compound

[She shouldn't be here, that's what Carol thinks as she very cautiously tries to peek into a random window while she shakes like a leaf. She's not sure what she should be more afraid of - seeing large groups of armed men waiting for her, or the empty hallways she's seeing right now. The prisoners were here, weren't they? So she couldn't figure out why it looked so empty.

The rest of the rescue team has already moved on, and Carol tried to keep up with them, but her own fear of what she'd see in here has slowed her down and now she had no idea where she was. And every time she hears a noise, she'll curl against a wall while throwing her arms over her head.]

P-please don't hurt me!

[She is the best rescuer.]

B. The actual rescue part.

[For the prisoners, there's a tiny girl opening your cell. She doesn't look like she even goes here.]

Y-you can go now. T-the r-rescue team's here s-so you'll be safe now.

[Her eyes are wide with panic, and she looks like she's about to have a meltdown. It's a wonder she even made it this far in the first place, but it's probably safe to assume that she arrived to help after everyone else has cleared a path to the prisoners. If she hears any loud sounds, she might be joining you the cell that she just opened.]

C. Locked to Elmer

[At some point during the mission, Carol ends up tagging along with Elmer. They've split away from their original object to go save prisoners in order to go exploring. Well, mostly Elmer wants to go exploring while Carol wants to go back to the boat where there's hopefully no more armed guards. But since she doesn't trust herself enough to find her way back, and she doesn't want to go alone, she'll be on his heels the entire way.

One of the rooms they check out looks like a storage room with several taped up boxes stacked on top of each other. On one of the boxes is a very nice-looking coffeemaker that hasn't even been taken out of its package yet. It might be worth checking this room out?]

Edited 2013-09-19 07:14 (UTC)

[She heard him coming, since she's especially focusing on her hearing right now. Erika turns around and smiles.]

Oh, good. You're in the safest place. I was helping the others distract the soldiers but I got bored.

[She raises her hands and grins.] As human as I can get now!

( Collette needs to be mobile after the last few days. The bereft feeling she'd had with her morphing suppressed made her realize her own privledge and dependency. She doesn't entirely mind.

In winding her way down aisle and between seats, she takes stock of friends and familiar faces. Another one accounted for, then another. Not everyone came out here, and she's glad of that, while worried -- who did? who didn't? -- but those worries will be addressed later.

Vanadi is a long familiar scent that pulls her toward him. Collette wags her tail, sliding up to Vanadi and unceremoniously shoving her great golden head in his lap. )

< You smell like hell. > ( She points out, licking at something that smells more like flesh than metal and fried, burnt circuitry. )

Edited 2013-09-19 07:10 (UTC)

(a. the train)

[Ellie's never had such advance warning of a fight. It's always been fast, momentary, with no time to think. She supposes this is still short notice for something of this scale, but the ride over has her quiet, staring at her lap as she sits.

She has her bow, and one of Joel's guns in her pack. Maybe they can get in and get out without a fight, but if they have to, she hopes he'll be himself and be alright enough to defend himself.]

(b. rescuing princess papabear | closed to joel and stephanie)

[Having Steph by her side is more of a comfort than she expected. It's quiet, too quiet, and Ellie keeps low as they move through the compound.]

Where the hell is he?

[She's in full Batgirl gear, even if she had Jesse deactivate her suit, and she's traded her staff for an assault rifle from the Initiative's armory. She moves like she's trained to do this, gun at the ready as she scans each room before moving on.

When Ellie speaks, she casts a brief glance at her.]

It's a big place, we just gotta keep looking.

[They'll find him, then she can go find her Ellie.]

[She's spent most of the trip by Ellie's side, but she really can't ignore how miserable Vanadi looks, and manages to extricate herself for a little while at least.

Steph slips into the seat next to him, pulling out bits and pieces of a first aid kit from the belt on her thigh.]

Is it okay if I help?

[She won't touch him without consent, not when he can't move.]

[ By now Joel's managed to get himself and the others he had been locked up with out of that room. Along the way he had ended up in quite the scuffle with one of the armed soldiers, taking the distraction of diversion team's arrival as leverage to really fight back, to help get his ass and the others out. He takes a few hits to the face, an elbow jab to the nose, knuckles to the shoulder and to his jaw, but Joel fights back. Always fights back. Seconds before Joel had snapped the guard's neck to take up his weapon, the guard had managed to harshly slam the butt of his gun into his side. His ribs had taken the brunt of the hit, but desperation and determination fueled Joel's final actions, his survivor's adrenaline kicking in harder to push him through the sharp and blinding flare of pain spanning over the left side of his torso.

When the two happen to chance upon him, he's got the fallen guard's rifle in hand, his steps shuffling as if the movements jostle his fractured ribs, his body hunching to the left to favor that side. There's a bruise forming in a blossom over the side of his nose and another hidden beneath his beard, blood smeared above his upper lip from where he had wiped his arm through it.

Joel's moving as quickly as he can through the hallway, staggering to duck down around a corner to catch his breath and ignore the dizziness threatening to drag him under. He's a fighter dammit, a survivor. He'll get out of this damn place and he'll get himself back to Ellie and Tess.

Even if that means he's still wearing this stupid hospital gown and these hospital slippers. ]

Sir.

[Approaching Jesse had been Coby coming from the direction Exsilium had been, holding two large wooden crates partially stuffed with straw. On his back, there was a third crate tied to him about his shoulders and waist. One by one, Coby set them down and began wordlessly opening them.

It was the most awkward way to start a date Coby could have imagined if his mind were to have wandered in that direction.]

Given your own personal mission, I hope you don't mind me leaving this here for the moment.

[When they come across him, Ellie isn't all too surprised. Joel's a fighter. A survivor. A few scientists and guards were nothing to him. Of course he'd already be out, and of course he'd be armed and bloodied.]

Joel?

[She can see herself in a dozen different places, a dozen different scenarios, rushing over to him after a fight. Clickers, hunters, a bloater in a dark room. They would regroup, make sure they were both in one piece. It's instinct to go to him, but her feet are glued to the linoleum, so suddenly that she has to steady her weight with the help of the wall.]

[She's expecting Ellie to run to Joel, automatically falling into a defensive stance, watching the area around them, so it takes a second to register that Ellie hasn't gone anywhere.]

Go give him a hand, El.

[He looks like he could use it.]

[Having left a few crates with questionably usable guns and blades available for those doing some rescuing by the southern entrance, Coby raced back north to the distraction itself so he could participate in the distraction. He wasn't comfortable giving away his powers to help and while that's what he wanted to do--he knew he would be utterly useless without his abilities. Coby wouldn't have been confident, otherwise.

He came to a halt when he reached the northern section of the U.E's continent, his high speed sprint carrying him right where he needed to be, clearly. He could see a dazzling array of abilities being used against his fellow transports--some more familiar than others. All the same, Coby coated his arms in blackened armaments and rushed into things, determined to do his part.]

[ The ringing in his ears has stopped from the more heavier hits to the head he had received earlier. He hears his name, automatically turns towards the voice. Joel fails to stop the grimace as the motion disturbs his ribs, breath sucking in sharply through grit teeth, shuddering on an exhale. He's been known to have bruised ribs but these are hurting worse than simple bruising. ]

--Ellie?

[ Suddenly Joel's mind is going through the thoughts of how these bastards had kidnapped her just like they had him and everyone else. He doesn't see Tess anywhere with her; last he checked, Tess was never a blonde. His brows furrow together hard as he slowly rises from his crouch, his hidden injury and pain forgotten in the face of seeing her there and staring back at him.

He's angry that she's here, he's hurting like hell, he can only now think about how he has to fight to get the both of them out of here safe and sound. The guards here obviously were not playing around.

Joel is now like a mama bear with her cub, suddenly on guard and ready to outright kill in cold blood to keep her safe, his rage quiet and boiling beneath the surface, a silent promise of death. ]

Christ- they got you-?

[ He pushes himself to cross the hallway to get to her. ]

(a)
[A blue 'sphere' manifested for roughly a solid kilometer of the entire battlefield. It was Law's 'Operating Room'.

Wading through bolts of magic, telepathic attacks and the like, Law swung his sword in wide arcs--cutting dozens of soldiers apart with each swing without spilling any blood at all. On occasion, his sword stroke would go too far and he would split the earth, creating veritable valleys on the battlefield and surrounding mountains. No one he attacked would die directly, but then Law had not been much for sparing people from circumstance after the fact.

If one found Law, they would note he would occasionally rush a group of soldiers, pass them and pull their hearts out of their bodies bloodlessly. As the soldiers collapsed, their hearts would be dropped into a duffel-bag he kept over his shoulder, still-beating.]

(b)
[Outside the battle-field, Law took his collected hearts and began drawing blood from them directly into collection bags. He had put up a flag with a 'Medic' cross on it to signal his station while he set up the rest of his things for any on-the-spot surgeries.

Though Law wasn't normally the type to enjoy most of his work as a physician, emergency surgery was often a favorite of his. As he made his preparations, there had been faint glimmers of cracked smiles on his face.]

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OPERATION SEXY MARIO: CONCLUSION

Inside the Compound

rescuing riku-hime (ota unless specified otherwise)

in the compound / on the train return trip

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CLOSED TO CHRISTOPHER!!!!!?

inside the compound | rescue me??? no, i'll save you!!! from the inside!

closed to huey;

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in compound | on train ride back

Jesse Pinkman | Outside the Compound | OPEN

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Carol | Baccano! | Inside

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b

on the train (OPEN) | the rescue (joel, stephanie)

b (shockingly)

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distaction;

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distraction + medical attention;