Genosha: Savrola: Into The Armor
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xp_logsEmma's team advances into the Citadel through the tank laager.
Neutralizing the armor was an important element of their plan, and now, staring at the hardened security positions and the heavy door, it seemed less easy than when they had planned it. The Magistrates were moving back and forth, confused by the multiple threats, and not ready as they moved to punch through.
"Right-o, lads and lasses," Wade said, raising his eyebrows at his team - he knew it wasn't really his, but some habits were hard to break and thinking like that was one of them. Hooking a finger over his shoulder at the door, he asked, "Who's got the best busting-through-a-huge-heavy-door kind of power? Cause it's not me."
Jubilee raised her eyebrows, and then shrugged and stepped forward, small sparks running along her fingers as she looked at the door. After a moment she went back over to Wade and poked him in the shoulder, miming what she hoped looked like semtec explosives and not like she was playing with playdo, and then held out her hands in a 'gimmie' gesture. She was pretty sure Wade had some on him, and if he didn't, she supposed she'd have to think of something else.
Wade quirked an eyebrow. He'd run out of C4 a while ago and he didn't have anything else on him but... after a short pause, he reached around to the pouch he kept at the small of his back and pulled out a grenade. "This is my last one, sweet cheeks. Use it well," he said as he handed it over.
Jubilee snorted and then looked at the grenade with a focussed expression, drawing out small plasma sparks to dance around it. Not quite close enough to set it off just yet, but once she pulled the pin and threw it, the explosion should set off a chain reaction with them. She'd never done this before though, so hopefully it only took out the door, and not the walls as well. She gestured for them all to take cover and then pulled the pin, throwing the grenade, and her sparks along with it as she dove for cover herself.
Kyle was just too worn out to question it, or where the fuck Wade had gotten a grenade from. Maybe the man shat them out like explosive eggs. He just went for cover, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his face to protect his ears.
The pop from the grenade wasn't bad. The turned-the-dial-to-eleven bam! and then ringing of steel as it warped was and he peeked his face out from between his arms and stuck one finger in his ear to try to clear the ringing. It didn't help. "Ow." But the door was warped on one side, the metal blackened and dented and now there was an irregular somewhat-more-than-person-sized gap. "Worst knock knock joke ever. knock knock, who's there, fuck you, it's a grenade." He said, too-loudly. "Angel, your wings... flexible? smushy? bendy? enough to get through that?"
"They're flexible," Warren replied, resisting the urge to make the comment into a double entendre. But now really wasn't the time for it, as much as he was tempted. It was really far too easy. "I'll be fine."
"They've pulled back from inside the door a bit," reported Emma, as she observed the minds inside the laager. "The explosion's made them back off, but they have the hole covered with enough firepower to take any of us down. I can take them offline for a few seconds, but you have to go in on my mark, Angel, and you have to get in the air immediately. Kyle, Jubilee, Wade, be prepared to go in after him, but wait until I mark you and tell you which way to go once you're in. I'll have to go diamond once I'm in, but I should be able to get you through the door relatively safely first."
"Roger that." Warren nodded, making his way towards the door, keeping to the side so as not to be hit by any fire coming through. He paused next the hole, waiting for Emma's okay to start moving through. Wings tight against his back, he ducked his head and moved through, immediately launching into the air once he was through.
On Emma's mark, Wade nodded and went through, trusting in her assessment of the placement of the opposing troops as he took aim and started shooting. Type 81 Assault Rifles were fucking ancient in terms of military weaponry, but the mercenary had used them enough when they'd first come out that it was almost like being reunited with an old friend. It wasn't precise, necessarily, but it was effective. He trusted that the people coming in behind him would take care of the targets he couldn't hit. Still, he wished he'd been able to get his hands on some Type 95 or Type 03.
Kyle was inches behind Wade, literally with Jubilee nearly on his rear. Head down and on all fours, he could only briefly see Warren's wings, and then Wade's sprint and then moved himself, Emma's mental command so confident that he moved unthinkingly and was through the hole and on top of a vehicle before his instinctive response quieted. He ignored the smell of blood, and the bark of Wade's gun, and flattened himself on the roof of the armored vehicle as he heard, rather than saw the whump of Jubilee coming up after him. Bullet proof glass was not Jubilee proof, and Kyle covered his ears with his hands as he smelled the burned ozone of Jubes paffs.
Jubilee covered the breadth of the glass in plasma fireworks, hammering it relentlessly until it smashed inwards, then stood at the ready as another volley of fireworks followed the breaking glass inside the vehicle.
Emma monitored the safety of everyone once they were through the door and allowed herself a moment of quiet relief that no-one's mind winked out. Then she did one last sweeping check inside, armoured up and went through the hole at speed, landing, twisting and rolling again, allowing her dense diamond form to sweep the feet out from a number of troops who had just started to regroup from where they had originally scattered, then reverting to flesh to knock a number out of them out of the fight with a swift telepathic blast down their nerve centres.
"Move it, people! We've got incoming." Warren had swooped down low enough to snatch a weapon from an injured soldier, using it like a bat to knock that soldier out, and swung at another one trying to come to the defense of his friend. But there was movement at a rear entry to the place, and Warren didn't want to see what was coming through it.
"Lock this place down." The order carried through the laager, as a squad of men moved up, firing in controlled volleys. Unlike their opposition up to now, these were confused and panicked troops; instead, it was a well trained response team used to working together. At the front, Commander Semoko pushed forward, relieving compromised positions and moving her people to cut off escape routes.
"Mutate 42. Bring me their hearts."
Neutralizing the armor was an important element of their plan, and now, staring at the hardened security positions and the heavy door, it seemed less easy than when they had planned it. The Magistrates were moving back and forth, confused by the multiple threats, and not ready as they moved to punch through.
"Right-o, lads and lasses," Wade said, raising his eyebrows at his team - he knew it wasn't really his, but some habits were hard to break and thinking like that was one of them. Hooking a finger over his shoulder at the door, he asked, "Who's got the best busting-through-a-huge-heavy-door kind of power? Cause it's not me."
Jubilee raised her eyebrows, and then shrugged and stepped forward, small sparks running along her fingers as she looked at the door. After a moment she went back over to Wade and poked him in the shoulder, miming what she hoped looked like semtec explosives and not like she was playing with playdo, and then held out her hands in a 'gimmie' gesture. She was pretty sure Wade had some on him, and if he didn't, she supposed she'd have to think of something else.
Wade quirked an eyebrow. He'd run out of C4 a while ago and he didn't have anything else on him but... after a short pause, he reached around to the pouch he kept at the small of his back and pulled out a grenade. "This is my last one, sweet cheeks. Use it well," he said as he handed it over.
Jubilee snorted and then looked at the grenade with a focussed expression, drawing out small plasma sparks to dance around it. Not quite close enough to set it off just yet, but once she pulled the pin and threw it, the explosion should set off a chain reaction with them. She'd never done this before though, so hopefully it only took out the door, and not the walls as well. She gestured for them all to take cover and then pulled the pin, throwing the grenade, and her sparks along with it as she dove for cover herself.
Kyle was just too worn out to question it, or where the fuck Wade had gotten a grenade from. Maybe the man shat them out like explosive eggs. He just went for cover, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his face to protect his ears.
The pop from the grenade wasn't bad. The turned-the-dial-to-eleven bam! and then ringing of steel as it warped was and he peeked his face out from between his arms and stuck one finger in his ear to try to clear the ringing. It didn't help. "Ow." But the door was warped on one side, the metal blackened and dented and now there was an irregular somewhat-more-than-person-sized gap. "Worst knock knock joke ever. knock knock, who's there, fuck you, it's a grenade." He said, too-loudly. "Angel, your wings... flexible? smushy? bendy? enough to get through that?"
"They're flexible," Warren replied, resisting the urge to make the comment into a double entendre. But now really wasn't the time for it, as much as he was tempted. It was really far too easy. "I'll be fine."
"They've pulled back from inside the door a bit," reported Emma, as she observed the minds inside the laager. "The explosion's made them back off, but they have the hole covered with enough firepower to take any of us down. I can take them offline for a few seconds, but you have to go in on my mark, Angel, and you have to get in the air immediately. Kyle, Jubilee, Wade, be prepared to go in after him, but wait until I mark you and tell you which way to go once you're in. I'll have to go diamond once I'm in, but I should be able to get you through the door relatively safely first."
"Roger that." Warren nodded, making his way towards the door, keeping to the side so as not to be hit by any fire coming through. He paused next the hole, waiting for Emma's okay to start moving through. Wings tight against his back, he ducked his head and moved through, immediately launching into the air once he was through.
On Emma's mark, Wade nodded and went through, trusting in her assessment of the placement of the opposing troops as he took aim and started shooting. Type 81 Assault Rifles were fucking ancient in terms of military weaponry, but the mercenary had used them enough when they'd first come out that it was almost like being reunited with an old friend. It wasn't precise, necessarily, but it was effective. He trusted that the people coming in behind him would take care of the targets he couldn't hit. Still, he wished he'd been able to get his hands on some Type 95 or Type 03.
Kyle was inches behind Wade, literally with Jubilee nearly on his rear. Head down and on all fours, he could only briefly see Warren's wings, and then Wade's sprint and then moved himself, Emma's mental command so confident that he moved unthinkingly and was through the hole and on top of a vehicle before his instinctive response quieted. He ignored the smell of blood, and the bark of Wade's gun, and flattened himself on the roof of the armored vehicle as he heard, rather than saw the whump of Jubilee coming up after him. Bullet proof glass was not Jubilee proof, and Kyle covered his ears with his hands as he smelled the burned ozone of Jubes paffs.
Jubilee covered the breadth of the glass in plasma fireworks, hammering it relentlessly until it smashed inwards, then stood at the ready as another volley of fireworks followed the breaking glass inside the vehicle.
Emma monitored the safety of everyone once they were through the door and allowed herself a moment of quiet relief that no-one's mind winked out. Then she did one last sweeping check inside, armoured up and went through the hole at speed, landing, twisting and rolling again, allowing her dense diamond form to sweep the feet out from a number of troops who had just started to regroup from where they had originally scattered, then reverting to flesh to knock a number out of them out of the fight with a swift telepathic blast down their nerve centres.
"Move it, people! We've got incoming." Warren had swooped down low enough to snatch a weapon from an injured soldier, using it like a bat to knock that soldier out, and swung at another one trying to come to the defense of his friend. But there was movement at a rear entry to the place, and Warren didn't want to see what was coming through it.
"Lock this place down." The order carried through the laager, as a squad of men moved up, firing in controlled volleys. Unlike their opposition up to now, these were confused and panicked troops; instead, it was a well trained response team used to working together. At the front, Commander Semoko pushed forward, relieving compromised positions and moving her people to cut off escape routes.
"Mutate 42. Bring me their hearts."
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