Personnel deployed to combat zone:
- Ensign Kwas
- Ensign Gwen Cooper
- Able Seaman syd
- Able Seaman Jack Harkness
- Able Seaman Myst Rose
- Seaman nos
- Seaman Joanna
- Seaman Princeps Augustus
- Seaman John Benton
- Seaman Spencer Tracy
Yana (via remote link): Okay, people, I've got good news and bad news. The good news is, this is a daylight mission, so it should be a bit easier. The bad news, as you can probably guess, is that some goddamn pencil-necked geek in the quartermaster's department fucked up our last requisition, so we don't have the Coelecanth yet.
Princeps: Goddamnit!
Yana: Hey, I don't like the situation any more than you do - but we've got a job to do, so let's get cracking. Kwas, take up position near the front of Triton-One. Joanna, you cover him. Myst Rose, you head southwest towards the top of that lava flow with syd.
(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Myst: . . . Lot of volcanic activity around this site.
syd: What do you expect? We're in the middle of the Atlantic here.
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(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
syd: Hostile contact.
◊ Taking the shot.
(WHIRR-THWAP)
syd: Missed!
Myst: Firing phosphor round!
(PSSHEW-CRUMP)
Myst: Burn, motherfucker, BURN!
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Yana: Princeps, Gwen, there's another hostile to the south of Triton-One. See if you can't put it out of our misery.
Gwen: Our pleasure.
(CLUNK CLUNK CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
(WHIRR-THWAP)
Princeps: No dice.
(WHIRR-THWAP WHIRR-THWAP)
Aquatoid: EEEEOW!
Gwen: I got 'im.
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Yana: Kwas, Joanna, head southeast. See what you can find.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Kwas: I see . . . nothing.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
(WHSS-THUD)
Myst: GRENADE!
(WHUMPH)
syd: Shit, I think my visor got scratched by some shrapnel.
Myst: Don't worry about it. At least that Eek is still there.
syd: Yeah, I see him.
◊ Taking the shot.
Myst: I'm with ya.
(WHIRR-THWAP PSHHEW-CRUMP)
Myst: . . . How the fuck can he still be standing?!
syd: Beats me.
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Gwen: Let me take a potshot at him.
(WHIRR-THWAP)
Aquatoid: EEEOW!
syd: Wow. Tough little bastard, wasn't he?
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Myst: No kidding.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Joanna: There's something behind that ridge.
◊ FIRE IN THE HOLE!
(WHSS-THUD)
(WHABOOM)
(KSHHOW-CRACKLE)
Joanna: AUGH!
Kwas: MOTHER FUCKER! It got Joanna!
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(PSSHEW-CRUMP PSSHEW-CRUMP)
Princeps: Take it down!
(WHIRR-THWAP WHIRR-THWAP)
Aquatoid: EEEOW!
Princeps: Who killed it? Wasn't me . . . 
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Gwen: Nor me.
Tracy: I couldn't even see the bastard.
Kwas: Wasn't me. I've got a Gas Cannon, anyway, and whoever downed it got it with a Jet Harpoon. Maybe he bled out from Joanna's grenade?
Princeps: What the hell, a kill's a kill. One less Eek to worry about.
Yana: Harkness, Benton, get out there and back the rest of the team up. Tracy, I want you and nos to guard the Triton. These guys are learning, and pretty fast too.
syd: I'm going to take cover by that black smoker there.
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(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Gwen: Climb, climb to the top of the world . . .
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Benton: You do that then.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Kwas: I see the enemy vessel. Looks like those Barracudas did some serious damage to it.
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Yana: DUP warheads will do that. They're basically giant contact-fused Claymore mines loaded with depleted uranium pellets.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
syd: Nothing over here except a lot of volcanic activity.
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Harkness: Well, don't get cocky. Just because we can't see them doesn't mean they can't see us.
Kwas: I'm going to try to shed some light on the inside of the downed sub.
(PSSHEW-CRUMP PSSHEW-CRUMP)
Kwas: . . . Well, I don't see anything.
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(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Gwen: Yeah. That sub's not going anywhere soon.
Kwas: I'm switching to AP rounds.
(CHK-CHUNK!)
Benton: Moving up to scope out the sub. Cover me.
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Princeps: On it.
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
syd: Come out, come out, wherever you are!
Gwen: I see one dead Eek in the wreckage.
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(CLUNK CLUNK CLUNK)
Princeps: Hang on. I think I saw something moving in there!
(CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH)
Benton: You were right.
◊ Taking the shot!
(WHIRR-THWAP WHIRR-THWAP)
Benton: Missed!
Princeps: I can't get a clear shot.
(KSSHOW-CRACKLE)
(WHIRR-THWAP)
(WHUMPH)
Benton/Aquatoid: AUGH!/EEEOW!
Princeps: . . . Dammit, Benton bought the farm. Well, at least the Eek died too - serves it right.
Myst: Looks like it was the last one, too.
Princeps: Good. Let's get out of here.
