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Post by Jorge Silva on Sept 15, 2012 9:44:27 GMT -5
Jorge then turned his attention to the craft itself. Or rather the ramp of the craft. He was standing on ice...which could break at any time due to how thin or thick it must be. Even if it was thick ice there was always a danger of a crack forming and then everyone falling in. He moved towards the ramp carefully, as he looked into the compartment he noticed that there was no emergency red light inside.
Getting inside the compartment itself, he looked around for a fire extinguisher that had to be on the craft somewhere. Smoke was coming from the cockpit and some of the smoke was inside the troop compartment. He then looked at the seats and saw that most of them were empty, two of the occupants however were not as lucky. One of them had a giant hole in the chest, and was dead. The other had his or her head blown off, there was also a giant hole next to her from where the round had penetrated the craft. It went through him or her head and into the person's chest across from him or her. He shook his head, he couldn't imagine the final moments inside here.
Putting aside his sorrow, Silva then went towards the cockpit, which had a very small hall that lead to it. As he was going though it, he saw a fire extinguisher on his right. Grabbing the it, he looked at the fire which was still raging inside the cockpit, the flames were so hot he could feel them. Aiming the nozzle he fired the fire retardant in the direction of the fire. The spray beat back the flames, as the fire shrunk.
After a few moments, the fire was out and smoke still poured from the cockpit. Not wanting to take any chances he sprayed again this time for a few minutes. Afterwards the extinguisher was spent, and he went inside. The entire cockpit was a charred memory of what it once was. He couldn't tell if the pilot was a male or female but they must of had a horriable death. After the cockpit was looked at, he turned back towards the troop compartment. He came out of the ramp. "Alright, check around the dropship to see if we missed anything or anyone. The fire is out in the cockpit and I didn't find any survivors inside the dropship." he told Second Squadd. "If you find a survivor try to help them, any wounded also."
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Post by Ted Manning on Sept 17, 2012 7:41:22 GMT -5
Ted moved out with a smile on his face. Finally they were getting somewhere. The hurry up and wait bullshit got old after only a year of being in the military and the mission seemed too important to be rolling around in that mess this soon. However, he felt as though he should have kept his mouth shut. He nodded slowly to Lee and started to drift back in the line. In case they were ambushed in these woods he wouldn't want a grenade to take out both of the medics in one explosion.
"Eery shit" he said to no one in particular as he kept his rifle at the low ready, his finger pressed on the safety so he could flick it off and return fire in a moments notice. As if his comment signaled some asshole above the snow began to drift to the ground in large quantities adding to the spookiness of the dark forest the platoon moved through.
Finally they came to an opening, on a sheet of ice was a crashed drop ship that was smoking. That smoke needed to be extinguished before it led the ARM to the location. As Manning began to trot up Lee and first squad was sent to to one area and Ted and second squad moved to the drop ship crash. Quickly he checked the mercenaries bodies on the ground and found quickly they were dead, done in nasty too. Definitely not fast deaths.
Lee was called to check on the fourth body, an ARM soldier, but Ted cut her off as he moved forward to the sir.
"Lee went with first squad, sir, Im Lance Corporal Manning; medic for second squad" he announced himself, but he was sure the sir already looked over his record.
Kneeling down to the ARM soldier he found no slot for his sensor so he removed the soldiers top body armor and found three seeping wounds in his chest. Checking the pulse he looked up at the sir. "He has three sucking chest wounds and a weak pulse, sir." Removing a titanium knife from the sheath in the breast plate of his armor he pushed the blade against the back of the neck of the ARM soldier, "There is nothing we can do for him" Ted quickly jabbed the knife in, the blade slicing through the bone and cartilage with ease letting a crunch resonate through the immediate area surrounding them and leaving blood to gush from the wound. It was a quick death.....an undeserving death.
Wiping the blade clean he slid it back into it's holster.
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Post by Myra Lee on Sept 22, 2012 17:53:38 GMT -5
Myra had been walking around in her own thoughts for a while and just worried about keeping within line of sight of the guy in front of her. She didn’t even look up when the squads split up and headed for each their objective. However suddenly she head her name mentioned over the personal radio in her helmet and then she looked up trying to figure out what she was supposed to do. There was no sign of anyone in need of help and she was about to ask someone what it was all about when she head Ted speak up and then she realized that it was something going on where he was. Myra nodded, not really to anyone but more as a way to convince herself that everything was good before she increased her speed a bit to keep up with her own squad.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Sept 23, 2012 10:05:13 GMT -5
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Checking the rest of the bodies revealed nothing, Lee and Manning found no one else alive. After securing the drop ship, Hobbar called everyone over to the destroyed A.A. emplacement. Silva nodded at Hobbar, realizing what was about to happen. "Since we haven't found anyone else alive here, and with securing the drop ship we can now move out. It's most likely that Special Security went west behind me, because everywhere else is either in the Forrest from which we came or off the edge. New map updates show us a ammo cache inside some sort of tunnel network. If anyone is there, you can bet Special Security is trying to destroy it. We're gonna go and destroy that ammo cache and hopefully find our long lost friends. Move out." Hobbar said to everyone.
The platoon began to go up the slope where hopefully S.S. went as well. Silva couldn't stop thinking about those poor guys inside the drop ship, no way to get out of the line of fire. They came to the top of the slope and found themselves facing a mountain path, that was wide enough for four people at it's widest. Silva went first, since Hobbar was still trying to calculate the route that they would eventually take. The walls were very rocky, with some small plants growing on the side of the path. Every now and then they would pass a small pond or a stream. After fifteen minutes of walking down the path, small arms fire was heard. An explosion followed, they had to be close to where the S.S. personal were and hopefully where the ammo cache was. Silva started to jog towards the gunfire.
"Dammit!" Corporal Dunce said to himself as his clip ran dry. "Well that's what I get for not listening to the briefing." He got behind the tree trunk as bullets went past him. A few of the bullets did however hit the tree trunk sending wood everywhere. "Hart! Hart!" Dunce said over the radio to Captain Hart. Dunce couldn't get into the line of fire, less he become dog meat. "Hart's dead Dunce, where in Buddha's temple have you been?" said private Greene over the radio."Oh I'm sorry but I'm stuck behind freaking tree! Christ does anyone have a angle on the machine gun?!"
Dunce had been part of Hart's platoon and a few hours ago they had crashed into a frozen pond, they took out the anti aircraft gun. Hart had met up with another S.S. platoon, both of them were understrength, with only a total of at least ten people combined. They were near a open cave, they had followed some paths down to this position. The entrance to the cave had multiple gunmen guarding it. The ARM troopers had erected a tree barrier made of fallen longs, almost like a wall. However not large enough for one to climb up on, it was just standing height. The surrounding area had a small patch of trees, and they were the only cover that was close enough. A few boulders between the trees and barriers offered good cover..if you could make it. The barrier boasted three machine gun emplacements, and they were slowly chewing down the S.S.. One machine gun had been taken out.
The platoons had taken cover in the Forrest, and took shots when they could. The only thing on the side that the mercenaries had was that they had one AT 6 rocket launcher, the only problem was that it was near the boulders...which were very far away. Private Dine took out one of them when he reached the boulders, but a sniper had gotten him."Pods! Pods! Pods!" Greene said over the radio.
Hobbar's platoon had made it to the S.S. platoon, and he also took cover. "Never thought I'd see the day when you guys would need help! Who's in charge?! " Hobbar said to the mercenaries. "I am! Those machine guns are ripping us all to pieces. The AT 6 launcher is out there near the boulders but a sniper got one of our people. We took one of them out. If we can get the other two, the the ARM troops won't last that long. Captain Hart tried to get it himself but was shot by a sniper. I'm the last of the NCO's in my platoon, the other platoon only had privates left. Never thought Pods would come here to rescue us!"
'Pods' was a slang term for Special Drop Corps Troopers. The name was short enough to say in combat by the other combat troops. And Hobbar didn't like it one bit. "OK we'll try to get your AT 6. Amberson, try to find that sniper, Dunce we'll cover one of your people while they get the launcher. Everyone else do what you can against the machine guns!" he told them.....
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Post by Myra Lee on Sept 23, 2012 15:59:05 GMT -5
With no survivors found around the crash site or the AA guns, Myra had assumed that they would have to wait for orders or perhaps even return to the ship. But no! The officers seemed to be in a rush and quickly had a new idea about where to go and what they wanted to do. Once again, Myra followed the same guy as the moved ahead. Myra had long ago noticed how beautiful this place was and aside from the scars it had suffered due to war and conflict, it still had spots that almost invited a person to take a rest or even a swim. Well it was probably a bit too cold for a swim, but anyway. Myra could hear the distant sound of firefights and she let out a quiet sigh as she didn’t really enjoy being under fire. While she hoped that no one else did either, she somehow got the impression that some of the guys took a bit more delight in the adrenaline rush than she did.
As the sounds of war drew closer, the speed of the unit increased. At some point, Myra felt that she had to run to keep up and once the bullets started flying around their ears she actually did. It wasn’t hard to hit the ground once they reached cover as it probably was a human instinct to keep out of harm’s way. It was uncomfortable to be shot at. To know that someone on the other side of a weapon wanted you dead. Myra was perfectly fine hiding away behind a large rock when someone else came towards it to hide there as well. Obviously she wasn’t going to deny a man some cover so she got up to reposition herself but that proved to be a poor choice.
The moment she was back on her feet, Myra felt that she was pushed back a step or two to the sound of shattering metal. With a bit of confusing painted over her face she looked around at what it could be. She didn’t notice that all sounds of the world had faded away from her mind and only when she looked down and saw a bullet had torn its way through her stomach did she realize what had happened. Myra slowly dropped to her knees as she tried to touch the wound with her free hand. Perhaps a part of her mind hoped that as a doctor she could treat herself but within a few more seconds she felt completely to the ground.
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Post by Ted Manning on Sept 24, 2012 20:48:06 GMT -5
Within a minute of sliding the knife back into the sheath the sir called everyone into formation to move forward. Ted stood and walked with second squad, slowly forming into a line formation as they walked towards the north, falling behind first squad.
In the distance gunfire began ringing out and getting louder. A private in Manning's squad asked aloud if they were in contact but Manning turned and keyed his mic, "Kid, if we get under fire you will know it. Those are probably the guys we are looking for."The private asked how he knew which Manning smiled under his visor and replied, "On account that the platoon is starting to run."
And run they did. The platoon was almost at a dead sprint as trees whipped past Manning on his left and right. The sounds of gunfire got closer and soon they opened up into an area surrounding a cliff which a machine gun emplacement was holding position. Snaps and cracks resounded around the platoon as they all started to dive into cover and return fire.
Manning found a nice rock to kneel behind and the occasional round bounced off the granite with a zing. No calls for medic yet, which was good. Where was Lee did she get lost? Is she with her squad. Manning found it odd and horrible that he had too look out for his fellow medic. He shouldn't have too. He should look out for other soldiers, wounded soldiers.
He spotted her not 20 yards to his right. She was in a bad position but she was behind cover which was good. Manning popped off a couple of rounds down range towards the machine gun but it was ineffective so he knelt down and looked on, waiting for that sound of MEDIC being called. He wasn't expecting what happened next, however.
As Ted turned back to his right he watched as Lee began to stand to make room, "NO! Lee, you idiot! Stay down!" he screamed but she was immediately hit. He saw the sparks and blood fly from where the high velocity round slammed into her armor. It was bad, he knew it. Immediately his feet sprung into action and he flew along the ground towards the falling Lee. No sooner did she hit the ground than he was above her.
Ted looked to the man beside her, "Covering fire while I get her out of here!" he screamed. Just then a round slammed into him causing his head to whip back and he slammed into the ground. His HUD system flickered and disappeared on his helmet but he only felt as if a concussion occurred so he quickly shook his head and rolled over onto his stomach.
The snaps and cracks of the rounds breaking the sound barrier above his head were muffled over the broken sound system in his helmet.
"Lee!" he heard himself yell muffled. She was unresponsive as he got to his feet, grabbed her armor, and dragged her back behind cover. Behind the line of fire.
Immediately he got to work by taking her helmet off. Blood foamed at the corner of her mouth. Taking off her breastplate he saw the bullet had torn her shirt and and went into her stomach. Annoyed by the muffled noise he quickly removed his helmet and tossed it to the ground. He looked at it briefly noting the singe marks on the side from where a bullet barely missed him.
He tore the shirt off of Lee which left her in a black sports bra. The wound was sucking and frothy blood foamed from the opening. A sucking chest wound. He quickly turned her and searched for exit wounds and found one at the base of her spine, the bullet missed her spine which was great, she would walk again AND the bullet wasnt in her, another good sign.
"Okay, Myra" he slapped her face "Stay with me and stay calm. Look at me! Look at my eyes! You are going to be fine. I will be honest it's not a quick fix but its a survivable wound. You WILL be alright."
He took out a compressed bandage which was basically plastic with a sticky substance on one side and a clear tube hanging from it. He twisted the tube which produced a needle and placed the bandage over the sucking wound in her gut.
"Okay, Myra. Deep breath." he held her hand firmly and pulled on the string and let go. The needle punched a hole in her which placed the tube firmly inside and he slowly removed the string and needle. The wound was sealed and air began to slowly fill the tube and her lung. One wound down.
"Okay, sweetheart. Now you have a plum sized exit wound. I will start to wrap it but you need to stay strong and stay with me. You didnt get through training on good looks alone."
Turning her he applied the same sticky dressing and a added field dressing to the wound which sealed it tight, the tube in the front letting air flow freely from her chest.
"L.T!" he shouted to the Lieutenant waving him over.
Taking the blood from Lee's stomach he marked a "3" for stage three evac, meaning she would be the first medevac'd out. He turned and saw the LT approach.
"Sir, Lee has been hit pretty bad. I managed to seal the wounds but the loss of blood was substantial. Not to mention I don't have the means to dig around and fix whatever the bullet did inside of her. She is a priority three evac and she needs the hospital on the Dauntless, not some field hospital" he explained to the sir.
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Post by Jorge Silva on Sept 25, 2012 9:35:17 GMT -5
Getting into the Forrest was no problem as Jorge found out. Small arms fire could be heard as the platoon neared the objective to save the stranded S.S. platoon. He got to cover as fast as he could when he saw two machine guns that were pouring fire towards the Forrest. He was currently behind a tree. He heard what the Lieutenant said about doing what they could against the machine guns.
He aimed his carbine at the machine gun nests and fired short bursts in their direction. A few of his bullets managed to hit a ARM trooper in the chest who was supplying bullets to the machine gun. However when he went down, the trooper on the machine gun fired into Silva's direction. He got behind the trunk once more, bullets fired at the bark, small pieces of wood started to go around. Bullets could be heard whistling on past him. He would look to see if one of the S.S. mercs had decided to go for the launcher. Quickly, Silva got out his pistol and pointed it in the direction of the wooden barrier.
He fired a few rounds before getting his hand back into cover. He wanted to try and have the machine gunners focus on his area and not the guy who was going to the AT-6 launcher. More bullets hit the tree as he stayed in cover. An explosion was heard, one of the S.S. mercenaries had gotten to the launcher and took out a machine gun. The bullets stopped going in his direction. Instead the machine gun focused it's efforts on the area with the boulders. Taking a peak at the current situation, he put his pistol back into it's holster.
He looked out into the field and saw that whoever was manning the machine gun was only paying attention to the person behind the boulders. Silva saw another tree nearby and quickly ran into the direction of it. He heard a few shots go in his direction. He got behind the tree very fast. Feeling a sharp pain near his right leg, he looked down and saw that he was bleeding very heavily the bullet had gone through his leg. It felt as if someone was digging through it. "Son of a. Dammit!" he said to himself. It looked as if the bullet had hit a major artery. He slumped to the ground and looked again towards the small wall. He saw a few rifle men on the wall. He fired a few bursts at one of them. The bullets missed the intended target, small pecks of dust could be seen hitting the wall instead. He fired another round of bursts, this time hitting one of the riflemen. Another explosion was heard this time, the S.S. mercenary had destroyed the last of the machine gun nests.
Now all that was left was to kill the remaining eight rifleman on the wall.
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Sept 25, 2012 9:55:32 GMT -5
Stephanie took note of what Hobbar had said. She needed to find that sniper. "Madden, lets go"
[/b] she stated as she got up. If one was going to snipe into the woods, Ideally it wouldn't be here. They were going to have to move and as stealthy as possible. The woman was going to find that sniper if it was the last thing she did. All she had to do was think like one (she hoped). so that is what she started to do. The woman shook her head and tried to think where she would sit if she were trying to snipe into that particular area. Stephanie was moving at the same time in order to make use of her time. She glanced over at Connor who seemed to be agitated in her pace but he said nothing to her in hopes that she would not be able to rag on him about his being weak. Then the thought the hig her. The back side of the crash site is where the wind would be the best, but what about line of site? Stephanie was going to find out if it was the last thing that she did. Connor took after her. When Stephanie approached she pushed Connor down to the ground and started crawling. They needed to be more stealthy now. Hearing noise she laid still for a moment. Making hand signals to Connor low so they wouldn't be seen she started to set up for her shot. She had to get this right. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Sept 27, 2012 10:10:26 GMT -5
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Kneeling behind a tree, Hobbar heard someone over the radio call his name.
"L.T!" he shouted to the Lieutenant waving him over.
Taking the blood from Lee's stomach he marked a "3" for stage three evac, meaning she would be the first medevac'd out. He turned and saw the LT approach.
"Sir, Lee has been hit pretty bad. I managed to seal the wounds but the loss of blood was substantial. Not to mention I don't have the means to dig around and fix whatever the bullet did inside of her. She is a priority three evac and she needs the hospital on the Dauntless, not some field hospital" he explained to the sir.[/quote]
"We'll call for extraction as soon as we can. Vinigan!" he said over the radio. "See if you can raise battalion and get our wounded out of here. Tell them we found the S.S. platoon and are currently under fire. It'd be nice if they could make a quick pick up." Kneeling down behind a tree as he said that, he suddenly realized that he didn't hear anymore machine gun fire. All that was left now was to kill the remaining enemy troops on the wall, and then they could get the hell out of here.
"Finish off the enemy troops on the wall and wait for evac, I don't want those bastards to kill anymore of us. We'll give battalion the location of this ammo cache en route back to the star ship."
He looked toward the wall, all the machine guns had been taken out and all that were left were seven enemy riflemen...and that one sniper. If Amberson took the bastard out, he didn't know if she did or not. If so then that was good..if not. Seeing a rifleman get his head up above the wall, Michael aimed his rifle and fired a few rounds at the target. Bullets sprayed onto the rifleman, who fell off the wall and into the snow, most likely either dead or had wounds that would kill him. He saw another man on the wall, who was aiming the rifle he had in his hands towards Michael.
Quickly getting behind cover he looked at his screen inside his visor. He saw that Silva had been critically wounded. "Silva, you ok?" he said on a personal channel. "Got hit in the leg, bullet hit a Marjory artery if I don't get it healed up soon I'll bleed out. Other then that I'm good Lieutenant!" Silva said. He checked his map that showed now five enemy troops on the wall. The good news was that since the machine guns had been taken out, it had gotten easier. He switched over towards the channel for Amberson. "Amberson, any luck on taking out the enemy sniper?" Bullets went past him and he decided to wait while she replied, in the mean time he would try to take out another ARM trooper. Seeing the wall, he spotted two enemy troops close enough to each other that they could be taken out fairly quickly.
He quickly fired his rifle towards the two riflemen. Bullets hit one of them in the face who's helmet exploded with a small cloud of red. Other bullets hit the other rifleman in the shoulder who then knelt in pain. He spotted Michael and started to fire his rifle toward him. It was an assault rifle, not the carbine that Hobbar had hoped the enemy had. Hobbar saw that his clip was very low, so he tossed it and got out a fresh clip, slamming it into the assault rifle. Bullets went past him, snow around him exploded. However so far he was safe. "Silva, have you got an angle on this guy who's shooting at me?" he said over the platoon channel. "On it Lieutenant." Silva said, about a minute later, rounds stopped hitting Hobbar's position. "Got him in the stomach if your interested, the guy fell over the wall. Only two left, plus that sniper."
Hobbar nodded. "Ok everyone, concentrate your fire on the last of the targets. Amberson, have you found the sniper?"
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Post by Myra Lee on Sept 27, 2012 18:25:49 GMT -5
It was a bit odd. Myra had been standing on her feet just moments ago and suddenly she found herself on the ground. It was hard to stay focused on anything really and even more so to stay completely conscious all the time. She noticed that her helmet was removed and the same with the breast-plate of her armour but she didn’t think much about it. Not yet anyway. Myra looked up at Ted as he started talking to her and while she wanted to nod when he assured her that she’d be alright, Myra somehow felt too tired to really do that. She did manage to speak quietly though. “I’m alright…” She said and turned her head to look around.
One of the first things Myra spotted was her weapon that was just out of reach but it was on the ground and somehow it became all she could think about in that moment. She shouldn’t be without her weapon in a combat zone. Myra tried to reach out for it but her entire body felt heavy and her arm wasn’t long enough to reach it. She kept trying though which probably seemed very futile due to the fact that she didn’t change her strategy in her attempt to get the gun but just kept trying to reach out for that item that wasn’t close enough. “My weapon… It’s too far away…” She said apathetically as she turned her attention back on Ted.
Instinctively, Myra reached up to wipe the blood off the corner of her mouth but only when she saw her own hand did she realize that it was blood. And it was her blood. Now she started to realize how serious it was and if she had been pale before it was nothing compared to now. “I don’t want to die like this, Ted” She said while looking at her hand and the blood on it. She paid no attention to his treatment of her wound but as the situation became clearer to her she felt the first tears appear in the corners of her eyes. However the blood loss and the shock finally just made her lose consciousness completely.
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Sept 27, 2012 20:40:42 GMT -5
Her radio was cackling just as she took the shot. Luckily for her the bullet traveled faster than the sound. When Connor walked over and put another bullet in him to make double sure she grabbed the radio. "With all due respect Lt Sir, the next time you cackle into my radio. Remember I try to remain quiet. You got lucky it was on. Target down"
[/b] her tone was borderline insubordinate but that didn't matter right now. The woman shook her head. it wasn't like he could see them. "Madden, let's catch back up with the other"[/b] she relayed back to him. He rolled his eyes, this woman was impossible and almost insane but he wasn't going to push the envelope. He knew that pushing her buttons was a very bad idea. The woman simply started off in the other direction. The direction she knew the others had gone off in. The Sergeant didn't slow down for the other soldier, but he soon picked up his pace. Stephanie was agitated now and so he didn't dare open his mouth again. If he had he knew that Stephanie would gut him like a fish. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Jorge Silva on Sept 28, 2012 8:59:03 GMT -5
"Lieutenant, it's probably not wise asking Amberson every five seconds if she's gotten rid of a target. She doesn't like it...." Silva said over the radio to Hobbar on a private channel. "I just didn't want anyone else getting killed is all. I'll keep that in mind, any other helpful tips?" he asked. "She likes flowers." Silva said and started to laugh. He looked on the wall for anymore targets and didn't find any. Also checking his map he could find no more red dots on the wall.
"Alright, knock it off." Hobbar said. He switched frequencies to the platoon channels of both the S.S. and the platoon. "Now that this area's secure, I had Vinigan call for evac. Here's what we're gonna do. Special Security will be notified of you all being stranded here, I don't want someone from the corporation breathing down my neck saying that I didn't have authority picking up you all. Those of us who aren't with S.S. will return to the Dauntless Fury. Manning, secure Lee for evacuation. Silva when we go back to Dauntless Fury get yourself checked out. "
Jorge was still behind the tree and looked at his leg. He got up and his leg started to hurt. He couldn't stand up due to the pain of bleeding out. Not to mention that the bullet was gone..at least it didn't embed itself inside him that would of been much worse. Grabbing his rifle, he put his wounded leg off of the ground and started to hop towards where everyone else was. It hurt badly, but at least he'd get it taken care of inside the sick bay. Hopping over towards Hobbar, he looked around in case they missed any ARM troops.
Jorge then saw Vinigin on the radio most likely calling for evacuation. "Vinigin, any luck calling that evacuation transport?"
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Sept 29, 2012 10:50:55 GMT -5
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A roar could be heard far off in the distance. Michael looked up towards the sky, he saw some sort of drop ship. It didn't look like a Sparrow though. As it got closer the roar of the engines could be heard. He soon saw that it was not the sparrow that he had hoped instead it was one of the Vulture drop ships, coming to pick up the S.S. platoon. And no way they would help out some Drop Troopers.
The craft started to land in the middle of the field, right in front of the wall. Leaves and snow blew all around it, and many of the mercenaries started to run towards it. However one of them tapped Hobbar on the shoulder. It was Corporal Dunce "Lieutenant. Thank you for saving us. If captain Hart was alive, he'd most likely invite you to one of the dance clubs back on Mars.". he said smiling, referring to where the majority of Special Security was based. "Thank you again, if there is anything that I can do for you. Then I'll do it." he said and held up his hand. Hobbar took it. "All in a day's work Corporal. All in a day's work. Now I'm certain that the Corporation doesn't pay you to shake my hand all day?" he said back at him.
"Lieutenant, no. Again, I cannot express my thanks. If we ever meet up again I will repay the favor. That I promise." the man shook Hobbar's hand again and started towards the drop ship. Hobbar shook his head. The S.S. were a strange bunch. The bodies of the dead S.S. and wounded were taken onto the Vulture. The craft closed it's doors and started to lift off, once more kicking off leaves and snow. The craft soon went off into the sky leaving the platoon all by themselves.
Shortly thereafter, another drop ship was seen off in the distance. Hobbar motioned for everyone to get on board, he walked up still checking for any enemy signs on the wall, he saw no movement. The Sparrow landed and opened it's ramp. Everyone started to get inside the drop ship. Hobbar stood by the ramp waiting for them to board the drop ship
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Post by Ted Manning on Sept 30, 2012 19:56:24 GMT -5
"Shes stable" Manning nodded, "I'll get her into the vulture as soon as I check out Sergeant Silva" and Manning took off to where Sergeant Silva was standing.
"Woah woah, Sarge. Sit down" Manning said as he helped the Sergeant down. He knew the area was cleared, the fighting was over and he began to remove the armor around his leg. Removing a knife from his belt he sliced the pants off from above the wound and ripped down exposing his leg. He removed a black turnquet and slid it up his leg, "A little pressure" Manning grunted as he put all his heavy weight down onto the wounded leg, cutting off the circulation from the Femoral Artery. He began to twist the black tube as it tightened the turnoquet into place and then locked the tube into place.
"Thats gonna hurt and be uncomfortable, but trust me it's gonna save your life" Manning said as he helped Sergeant Silva up. "You, you" Manning pointed to two privates "Help Staff Sergeant Silva to the Vulture" he ordered and moved back to Lee.
A stretcher now lay underneath her as two privates picked her up and ran with her to the vulture awaiting the injured. Manning climbed aboard with her and held her hand, "Your gonna be alright, were headed home." he said with a reassuring smile.
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Post by Elizabeth 'Firefly' Kirkwood on Sept 30, 2012 20:59:08 GMT -5
This made no sense to the Lt. Col, but she did as her orders dictated and flew in the helicopter that landed herself and Aldman back in the field. Helping the others get Aldman straight into the dropship. There was no point in wasting time and Lizzie seemed to notice that. Lizzie could have a few choice words for Hobbar but she decided to leave well enough alone, this was his unit and she wasn't going to go there. That wasn't her persona to harp on him for doing things a certain way. Even if they were different from the way she did them. The woman spoke towards Hobbar once she made sure that Aldman was secure in the ship. "You need any help Lieutenant?"
[/b] she questioned. It wasn't like Liz to just sit around and waste time if she could be of some help. The woman turned around to see Amberson and Madden approaching and hoped that this was everyone that had left but the woman had no idea how many had come. The woman had to handle other things. She looked over at Amberson, the woman seemed agitated. Liz wasn't put off by her though, like most would be. [/blockquote] |
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