Bai turned bright red, mentally unleashed a flurry of curse words, and reprimanded himself for not checking the plainly obvious HUD listing what floor everything was on. Considering his current speed he wouldn't make it up the wall anyway. He immediately removed his grip on the wall in front of him, dropped hard onto the ground and broke through the previously-entered door. He quickly headed for their current position, Jackhammer unslung and set to fully automatic.
edited 17th Sep '15 5:46:23 PM by wikkit
"U-Understood.", Anastya piped up. Directing Anton, who is still on the first floor, she made him retreat. That door is not getting opened anytime soon. So there is another way. Pro-haste engineering with a dash of improvisation.
Motioning to Anton to replace Bogdan, taking his seat—She made Bogdan head to the door, and flip on the plasma cutter. At that, he began welding the garage door shut, welding the bottom of the door to the floor.
edited 17th Sep '15 1:01:21 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен"Ah, fuck!"
The instant the grenade went off, time slowed down. Vespa felt every impact of the grenade-nothing horrible, but she knew she'd be tending to a few bruises at least the next day...until the visor shattered and her entire vision was nothing but pain and a red haze.
"...Fell...I think...I'm out of this one."
edited 17th Sep '15 8:21:23 AM by ImmortalFaust
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Compound First Floor
Forlorn nodded, figuring Mr. Chun could handle things, he waited until the behemoth was inside and dashed out the door he had come in from. "Let's swap then, big guy. I'm moving to the roof for sniper support," he said.
He launched his hand up towards the roof in order to rappel up, and would then swap out his F2000 for the pilfered sniper rifle in order to pick out threats.
edited 17th Sep '15 12:20:54 PM by nman
Well, the turret is gone and things are going pretty badly thinks Bell as she sees what happened to poor Vespa... and as she required extraction, the Bionic woman was quickly in action, putting her rifle away on her back as she carried the wounded woman on both arms... quickly retreating back towards the sniper spot "I got her, Fell... Will try to set her up somewhere more safe before I go back engage and make sure nobody gets to her"
Vespa groaned as she was carried, but was very thankful to have backup. As she was set down in the Sniper Tower, she fiddled gingerly with the helmet, first discarding the rest of the visor, then the helmet itself. Looking at her....it's pretty obvious she's not seeing anything anytime soon.
Her hair is messed up, matted with blood, and her eyes are....eugh. That frag grenade did a pretty good job on her.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]"Smart, Miss M. - very smart," Fell praised. Apparently he had some means to view the images from Bogdan's optics as well as the tracking device he'd mentioned he would have installed in the drone. The garage door sealed to the ground sturdily - it would take a great deal of force to get it back open.
As soon as Mr. Chun entered the building, Liam found he was suddenly not a priority target anymore, and was able to slip out behind the armored hulk as the Type 100 easily deflected the autopistol rounds. Red lasers were soon added to the barrage as the guards behind the shieldbearers aimed their guns between the ranks, as well as two more who had run in from the opposite corridor and were now behind him. The armor's hardened cameras kept Mr. Chun's eyes safe, but the repeated flashes were making him squint, and heat was building.
Vespa suddenly felt in a great deal less pain as a medical stim of some kind was injected into her from her armor. If there was any internal bleeding, that would hold it off until she could get actual medical attention. When Bell set her down, Vespa found herself in the same room as Liam at the top of the tower - or, at least, it sounded like him. Fell was in her helmet again, his voice somewhat distant - partially because the helmet was off, and partially because of the drugs, "Sit tight. We'll get you out of there."
The Vanguard was able to spot a few targets from up there - Bogdan was bogged down with laser fire at the moment, several guards apparently displeased with what the robot had just done to the garage. Their red beams lit up the courtyard in a hellish glow, marking their positions nicely.
edited 17th Sep '15 8:33:34 PM by StygianEmperor
Flesh is a design flaw.Anastya won't worry much about Bogdan—Those lasers are a paltry force compared to industrial explosions, several tonnages machineries dropping on you, or mining lasers that was pointed to the operators. Still, taking fire from those is bad, and having them retreat would reveal the van's position away. Bogdan can take it, and she can just transfer the AI anyway in cases of catastrophic failure. At that, she made him tank the lasers, letting the armor plates meant to shield internals and the robot in general from massive force per square centimeters as well as heat take them. And work on the garage door some more, welding the sides to be sure. The third arm meanwhile, fetched a rivet gun from internal storage, and starts to heat them up, pointing them at the guards.
In the van, she is curled up a little, clutching at her headset with Anton putting a hand on his creator's shoulder, as if in a motion of comfort. "Please go away, please go away...I don't want to shoot you too... ", while she taps occasionally.
всегда веренVespa took a second in the haze to sort out what all was happening. If nothing else, at least she wasn't in pain anymore.....well, mostly. Trying to focus in on Fell, she slowly reached back out and searched for the helmet, knocking the scattered ammunition around until she found it. Picking it up, she detached the headset and fumbled with it, trying to figure out what part was which. Once she picked out the microphone and earpiece out, she held it against her ear, and spoke.
"Fell? ...Keep talking. Don't think I.....wanna fall asleep now."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Compound Fourth Floor
Forlorn sighed. This just kept getting better and better. He was going to have to lay into Fell about how reckless his planning for this op was the next time he saw the man. "Just hang in there kid, we're almost through," he said to Vespa.
Taking advantage of the deceased sniper's rifle, Forlorn pressed himself against the wall as he crouched below the window and lay the rifle on the windowsill. He kneeled upwards and started to fire as fast as he could at the visible terrorists, aiming dead center of mass.
edited 17th Sep '15 10:53:03 PM by nman
This is really bad, Mal thought to himself. The mission was going downhill by the minute. His mind was racing, trying to figure out how to get the mission accomplished and made sure everyone lived. That, plus the fact that he was seeing the battlefield through Fritz's optics, meant that he almost missed Anastya's whimpering.
Emphasis on almost.
"Is everything alright, Miss Anastya?" Mal asked.
Bell moved back down the stairs to the group that had thrown the flying grenade at Vespa... intending to get some payback with that. Keeping to cover she tries to use her optics to see how many soldiers may be heading to the group this way as she prepares her rifle to fire on them... if there is a big cluster she'll be firing a grenade first.
"Alright, Vespa; agreed." Fell replied, "How about you tell me how you're feeling - your suit's medical diagnostics aren't as clear as I'd like."
Liam found the laser sniper remarkably easy to use, without having to adjust for bullet drop or wind, it was essentially just point and shoot. The brilliant violet beam penetrated the guards' thin armor easily, and Bogdan was soon free from his attackers as they were picked off or turned their guns at the more pressing target. Clearly the lasers coming from the tower did not go unnoticed even with the flashing lights of the alarm, and Liam began to take return fire from those below. Additionally, it seemed a pop-up turret from another roof had appeared and turned on the tower, adding its own heavy munitions to the onslaught. Chunks of stone were being torn from the walls; the top floor room wouldn't be safe for long.
Bai easily bowled the guards over with the suit's muscle, knocking down the shield wall and the second rank as Bell covered his back. Of the two men who had run in to reinforce from the other way, she was able to take one down with a tight cluster of shots before the other dove behind the corner for cover.
"God dammit, they've sealed the garage! Shit, sorry Father," came over the enemy comms. "Bravo team, set charges. We need to blow the door!"
"That should take them some time," Fell said. "Unfortunately we've still got the escort vehicles to worry about. With their increased speed, looks they'll reach you in two minutes, max. What I would give for an orbital bombardment right now...."
edited 18th Sep '15 9:01:20 PM by StygianEmperor
Flesh is a design flaw." I'm.....ok, everything is heavy. Stings to breath. Head is....Head is fuzzy. Can't see anything clear. Hurts a bit. Got one hell of a crick in my back. nnnnnngh!"
Vespa made a concentrated effort to shift herself up a little so she was sitting straight.
" Ok. Better. Not great. But better."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Forlarn is pinned, and another heavy chain gun is laying fire—This is not good, Anastya surmised. But-She have her own worries now. The enemy is going to escape at this rate if she does not do anything. What else can she-Oh. That too.
Directing Bogdan to crouch, and setting the plasma cutter to melt in one hand, and coolant fluids in another, he begins melting ridges in the floor, making puddles that the third hand is spraying coolants in directions at. Spikes formed out of melted concrete and asphalt and cooled and shaped into makeshift tire poppers. Asphalt caltrops would litter the front of the garage door, she hoped—That way, whoever is planning out will have to walk and not drive.
всегда веренCompound Fourth Floor
"Time to head down," Forlorn said as he slung the rifle again and rolled away from the window. He dashed over towards Vespa.
"Sorry about this, girl, but we have to move now!" he said as he hastily put her in a fireman carry and darted down the stairs towards the second floor, away from the hailstorm of concrete and rebar.
Bai picked himself up and quickly aimed his shotgun at the disposed guards. At this range, he think it'd do better to pierce their armor. He talked back to Bell, gun still trained on the group, and asked "We have a vehicle to intercept. Do we just leave these here?"
edited 19th Sep '15 11:17:58 AM by wikkit
The downed guards didn't give Bai a choice. The one behind the corner from Bell yelled, "Die with dignity!" as he leaned out, discharging his laser rifle at her. It wasn't clear whether he was referring to the agents or his fellow guards, but they seemed to agree with him as they began to follow suit, staggering to their feet or firing at Bai from their prone positions.
Liam and Vespa found refuge on the lower floor - the turret and guards either did not realize he had left his vantage point or simply wanted to keep him away from it, and kept their fire concentrated at the windows of the top floor.
"We'll get you patched up - just make it back here safe," Fell assured Vespa. "You know Stygian has fixed worse."
edited 19th Sep '15 11:21:01 PM by StygianEmperor
Flesh is a design flaw.

Inside the compound
Fell's voice came over comms in Vespa's ear, "No, wait, that's a-"
The whizzing, palm-sized, metallic, spherical frag grenade exploded in a hail of shrapnel as it came into close range with Vespa. Her armor took the hit well, dispersing the dozens of sharp impacts across larger areas of her body as alloy plates and polyimide nanofibers broke apart, but she felt it all the same as she was knocked to the ground. The transparent armor of Vespa's helmet visor cracked, badly obscuring her vision.
"Oh, shit! Vespa, you alright?" Fell asked again. He had been watching her helmet cam, and almost felt the blast from his first-person perspective. "Looks like a few broken ribs... Shit; Sarah, somebody, get to her now! Forlorn, I don't have your vitals - how about you?"
Liam's rifle failed to penetrate the heavy shields of the two guards, only drawing more fire as they apparently attempted to keep him pinned. He could hear shouting coming from down the hall on his other side, more guards closing in.
"Hall 3, clear. Bring the Father through," came over the enemy's comm network. Malware finally caught a glimpse of the wild-haired man himself moving toward the garage, surrounded by four more guards - wearing heavier armor and toting larger weapons than the others, by the looks of it.
edited 17th Sep '15 9:40:07 AM by StygianEmperor
Flesh is a design flaw.