Archangel Protocols: Revival IC

He grabbed the extra rations and supplies being given to him. Glancing around at everyone's faces, he could tell that they were all thinking the same thing. 'Why all this for a stealth smash grab get the hell out asap mission?' Just doesn't make sense. But who are we to judge the orders given? They always have reasons behind what they tell us to do and how to do it.

Walking along with everyone and strapping into a seat, he smiled beneath his mask. This was going to be a fun mission; he hoped so anyway. He was glad to be accompanying some old partners and new people on this. His thoughts were slightly deterred for now as he was pressed back against his seat from the plane. Once it settled down however, it was quite nice. Going over mental inventories of what he had on him over and over again helped to pass the time. In not too long, they'd be ready to hit the LZ. He wasn't entirely sure of the landing order and what exactly everyone would be doing once they hit the ground. To him, it would make sense that the snipers and himself were the first to hit and scout the area. But who knows what actual plan will come into play this time around.

Casper examined the new weaponry being brought in carefully. His own database didn't even recognize most of them, so he had to make new entries along with short descriptions and basic paramaters. After all was said and done, and the commotion quieted down, Casper had a knowledge base of all the new tech given to them. It wasn't unusual for the Archangels to put a lot fo resources into important missions, but whent he antimatter bomb and months of rations appeared, Casper started to surmise that there might be something more to the mission than previously told. Of course, it was also entirely possible that they did not need to know until such a time as was necessary.

Casper was indifferent to the situation whatever the underlying truths were. He was programmed to execute his orders and that's what he would do. If the orders changed, he would still follow them. He didn't know how to disobey his objectives.

Casper loaded onto the advanced dropship behind Azreal and took his seat near the hatch. Telemetry showed the location to be about an hour out. Not bad at all considering more conventional flight would take at least three times that.

Kindle's newest rifle not only had the ability to all her various ammo. It could blast energy should she run out of ammo, or have a desire to hit a close target quickly. Long range pulses could be emmitted as well, and the blasts could be enhanced by her own inner workings. Among the variety of new ammo included some of what had been described as "energy seeker missiles". Small missiles, instead of following heat, they would target an energy source (or being) record its signature, and only detonate on it. {Oh wow, this is all sooooooo high level, thank you thank you thank you thank you} Her custom armor was just as impressive to her, heat being her main weakness, she found that unlike the other armors, this would keep loose rounds, explosive impacts, and shrapnel from getting her. She didn't put the tight fitting mask-helm on, deciding to equip it when they arrived closer to the destination. The new release of nanitech was the most exhilarating. She felt her power triple and found that her new found ability to transmit a visual target to her hand angle ((essentially her eye sees a space, she "signals" where in her eye, and the nanitechnology uses geo-spatial programming to scale it to real size before determining distance and angle for trajectory of whatever linked weapon she has in hand)). [The cybernetic gods have smiled on me, thank you cygods, thank you]

She was in her own world as she loaded onto the ship, but was brought back when she saw her "meal". Looking around, she hoped everyone else enjoyed theirs. Each person's was specifically made to the person's taste preferences. Kindle smelled dumplings. [One last luxury, because some part of me that's still human has a feeling that this isn't gonna go down in a night as planned]

ooc: damnit lost my original post. Hopefully I don't miss naything in my recreation.

IC:
After they reached a cruising speed and altitude, Azrael released his acceleration harness and finally investigated the box under his seat which had ben emitting the most delightful odors. His keen sense of smell had already told him what was within it, but it was still a delight to behold. Several portions of his favorite food were aranged in the box. he savored them intently, and then lifted the box slightly and nodded thanks to Kindle, who was indicated as the reason for the treats by a note in the box.

Then he settled back into his chair and meditated preparing himself for what was to come. He had an odd feeling about this. He couldn't place it. Didn't even know if it was real, but he knew that something even more out of the ordinary than finding, and destroying the legendary arc was going to begin this day. He didn't mind though, Abaddon was awake and with him, and that was enough comfort to get him through whatever would come.

The alarm dinged letting them know they were approaching the landing zone. Azrael lowered his acceleration harness once more as the pilots voice came over the com. "We have orders to do a high altitude stealth insertion. We're going to hover over the LZ which is about a mile from the actual mission objective. Each of you has a low profile parachute and a gel cannon stowed in the cabinet at the rear of the ship. Be careful out there we're picking up what could be radar sweeps and energy sources that could be anti aircraft weaponry. We're staying high and quiet, but that means they have the security system online. Ashes to ashes.

"Ashes to Ashes." Azrael echoed. When the sensation of movement in the ship ceased, the slight vibration of the engines picking up as they beat soundlessly against the air, keeping the craft in place Azrael released his harness and moved to the storage cabinet. Pulling out the equipment he gave a properly sized chute to each of the teamates, as well as the one shot gel cannons. The one for Masraik was extra large. The bore on the canon being nearly a foot across.

"Alright everyone, We don't have a clue what's on the ground, but the enemy shouldn't have a clue that we're coming either. Let's keep it that way as long as possible. I want as all to hit the ground quite and keep it that way till we're in sight of the main entrance. WE're all going in together. If we meet resistance on or before we hit the ground, you are to engage as silently as possible. Alright, let's hit those bastards hard and fast."

He hit the button that opened the rear hatch, the cold thin air biting at them immediately. He then looked each of them over and said "Ready? Keep it as tight and close as possible." With that he took a step to the edge, took a breath, and jumped.

He soared through the sky, some primal part of him revelling in the flight, he shot downward head first, piercing the air like a living arrow. His speed easily exceeded 200 mph, and the cold wind tore at his face. A hawk's sreech echoed in his mind and his eyes focused on the ground so far below. Even for his eyes it was impossible to make anythign out at this altitude. AS soon as he could though, he pulled the cord to his chute. It opened immediately, jerking him to a slower decent. It was designed to be very low profile, not much larger that a person. It however was incredibly convoluted, channelling air over a surface area much larger than its appearance would dictate. Still, it would still give him a bone breaking, probably lethal, impact if he didn't have the other piece of equipment on him.

When he was rapidly approaching the ground he fired his gel canonon, a wad of thick green gel erupting from the canon and expanding as it passed through the air, finally striking the ground with a volume millions of times its original size. mere feet above the gel he released his chute, the protocol pyrogenics within it literally burning it away in seconds to keep the corponations from recovering anything from their raids. He hit the gel hard, but it gave beneath him, cushioning his fall as he passed through it.

It closed over his head but his feet touched ground, and he forced his way through th rapidly decomposing gel. Striding for the nearby surface. FInally he broke his head free as the gel began to collapse on itself. Gasping he waited for the others to join around him. So far the coast seemed clear.

"Alright scouts and snipers to the front, take it slow and easy, be careful, if you see anything send a report back, for now we are under radio silence. We will be following behind."

ooc: Scouts you can feel free to bring us up to the main entrance, a recessed blast door in the side of the mountain. Currently open with a handful of gaurds on either side, and light foot traffick moving in and out, apparently bringing in supplies.

Casper was second out of the dropship behind Azreal. His descent was much the same, having the same training programmed into his hardware, though, his body was likey more adept to high impact than any organic counterparts. When he hit the gel, his mass made the blob much less able to absorb the shock, but Casper's built in absorbers took care of the rest. Exiting the blob, Casper readied his weapon and activated his night vision. Linking his tac helm with the rest of the squad, they now had the option to view through Casper's eyes should they feel the need to do so.

"Roger," Casper acknowledged the orders and the radio silence.

The andriod dashed into the trees making less sound than the wind would against the grass. His close-fitting recon armor, while less protective, made virtually no noise. His wepaon holsters were well adjusted and held thier loads securely. About twenty yards ahead of the group, Casper slowed to a walk, scanning the area in front of him, occasionally switching between thermal and infrared vision. So far, he detected nothing, but judging from what the pilot said, the enemy was definately looking.

Obeying every finely honed aspect of his programming, Casper moved from tree to tree, always aware of where hiw teammates were. They each likely had beacons on their armor somewhere, detectable only with the right technology and frequency, that would mark them as friendlies, but Casper was also monitoring thier heat and EM signatures. Normally, these are far too faint to pick up on larger systems, like those the corponations had, but for Casper's far mroe advanced sensors, it was not a problem.

OOC: I'll stop here to give others a chance to post. I dont want to move too far ahead.

ooc: the weapon, with little detail, can be used as a rail gun with a 4-5 second charge time between shots, or as one of those new military weapon that fire out thousands of metal ball bearings a minute using magnetic forces. Pretty much you can have armor piercing, or high rate of fire armor crushing... the current military force of one of these turns a cinder block wall to dust in like 3 seconds due to pure amounts of ammo firing out.

Realizing now that the liquid silver half of his shield was in fact ammunition, not a weapon in itself, Masraik set down his shield in a huff. <I don't need any long ranged cheatery.> The weapon was in fact a "long" ranged projectile weapon, but not your run of the mill version. From what he could tell, the blade of his right half would rotate in conjunction with one of the added mechanisms, causing a magnetic propulsion system and pull the silver part of the shield in as ammunition. It looked like it could be used as a high powered charged rail gun, with high quantities of ammunition, or at an accelerated pace as a large projectile weapon, shooting out round balls of solid metal at alarming armor piercing pressures. <If I use that high rate fire though, I'll run out of ammunition in less than a minute... but it could be useful to sweep the field of trash if needed.> It also consisted of the MINAM system which would recreate the ammunition over time. How much time, he wasn't sure. If he relied on the rail gun system, it shouldn't run out of ammunition... it was only built for high powered mid range firing, but it still had to charge the power required to use it as a rail gun.

Impressed, but trying not to show his excitement over having a longer ranged toy, Mas sat down to the surprising scent of Elk. "Oh Kindle, you've outdone yourself again! I love your meals!!!" Reaching under his seat, he pulled out what may as well have been a 5 gallon bucket of meat and potatoes. He shoveled in the savory meat, but enjoyed every ounce of it.

Completely engrossed in his meal, he half missed the message that they were about to the drop point. Azrael tossed him his custom gel cannon in mid mastication and nearly choked. Mas stood up, grabbed up everything he'd need and put it on as best he could. <I prefer the drops where I can just land my style... with all this junk I barely have room for my personal equipment!> Mas checked mentally everything he'd need. He had his wonder pocket under the armor full of his now empty serum containers for just in case chemical sampling, his mini screen personal computer (shut down to avoid any electronic signal detection), his bag of one month rations in his armored belt case on his back, along with a basic toolkit for electrical and mechanical work in the metal case next to it on his spine. On the left side of his back was the data ripper, encased for protection and ready for quick use. All of it was well silenced by a similar gel constitute as the gel cannons, yet this concoction didn't rot.

Mas strapped on his shield to his chest since his back had to have the parachute. In his right arm, he held the cannon, and in the left he had the case that held the antimatter bomb. When he landed, he'd strap it onto his back for better shielding and transport. If all else failed, he could hand it off to one of the scouts.

Flying was not one of his preferred activities, and jumping from flying objects was even less pleasurable. Mas flung himself out of the back of the aircraft and quickly zoomed down to Azrael's altitude. It was an uneventful landing... the chute went out as it was supposed to, the gel hit the ground as it always did, but every time Masraik swore up and down that he'd never do it again as he hit the ground with enough impact to jar his bones. Also, the gel's smell was unpleasant and tended to linger.

Removing the parachute harness so that it could continue to disappear, Mas tried his best to keep low. He was more often than not the reason for the enemy spotting the squad before intended. After putting the bomb on his back, he readied his shield in one hand and waited for orders.

ooc: sorry for any bad grammar or poor writing, just got a migrain and I wanted to get my post in.

OOC: Perfectly fine mas. :)

IC:

Quantas nibbled on some venison jerky, that had been in a box under the seat for most of the flight. Finding it was due to Kindle, he raised his half-eaten smoked jerky to her in thankful salute with a satiated grin. Ahh... Comfort food. Second checking his gear, he took the chute and gun from Azreal with a nod. He landed and immediately went on the move. There was no time to waste, after all. They were only a mile from the entry position. "10-4," Longview replied.

Longview stopped, covered by an errant tree and bush, and took a look at the nests that he had picked out before. "Heh, I knew it," he mumbled after a few minutes of spotting when he found optics scanning around old El Paso. It would have been folly, had the protocols dropped them on that old flat wasteland. It had been decayed and overgrown by this time by desert sands blowing in, brush, and random spotting of trees; hardly the cover they would require for a limited stealth assault. Rather, having dropped a little south west of the entry point, they had the high ground from behind. Regardless of what they had on their side, there wasn't much they could do to spot them once they hit the ground. The angels were so versatile that the rough rocky terrain of the west and the jutting steep mountains with their thin air were a very weak obstruction. The terrain was on their side.

He loaded the rail rifle quickly and quietly. The matte-black finish of the rifle made it a sort of black hole. Longview slowly sat with his leg bent and gun against his shoulder. Resting the barrel on his knee, he lined his shot up and waited. Will he look this way? Can I keep him alive and not risk him missing the call-in? he thought. It would be better to keep him alive until the assault force was moving in. He would be in radio contact constantly until the last moment that way, and keep them in the clear as long as he wasn't looking in their direction.

Quantas saw the arc of the sniper's vision carry only a hundred degrees across El Paso and the mountain line. That would mean that to cover the west they would have another sniper nest within his view crossing his own. If there were only three nests, then they would have one on the mountain line directly south of the entrance looking north. Though the peak of Cheyenne would obstruct his view. They would have to have four nests for full coverage. The question was, would it be looking north from the peak, or looking south to the peak about a mile north-north-west?

"Q1 to A1 - bird's nest on peak west of target. 100 degrees southwest El Paso. Advise possible four nests, wide berth Northwest from current position," he reported in almost sublingual whisper. "Freezing in place. Keeping the egg in the nest." In the most slim of chances that they hit the one in a million radio frequency to allow interception of that one message before their team's com sync'd and switched before the next transmission, he gave away no positions or monikers. Sometimes it happens. Extremely rare as it is.

OOC: I suggest that you all look at Cheyenne Mountain on google satellite. Preferably google earth program so you can view terrain in 3d.

Matthias looked at the gun he was handed weird. 'I hate these things' He thought to himself as he stepped to the back as Azrael opened the hatch. 'Always feels so...weird.' Strapping the parachute on as a few others started to jump out, he fell right in. His job was recon and stealth, so clearing the area would be partly his concern along with the few snipers on the team.

Diving downwards through the air much like a diver on a swim team, he caught up to Azrael's parallel before pulling the chute once land was in sight. Waiting for a few moments longer, he fired the cannon and slightly flinched as the gel hit the ground...followed by himself. Stepping out of the ooze-like liquid 'Hot damn this stuff sucks...every freaking time.' Thinking, slightly annoyed, as he checked himself and his gear over.

Listening to Quantas' discoveries as he ventured out to clear a path, he found himself a sniper to keep an eye on. "M1 to A1 - Eastern bird's nest found. Freezing at location to keep the egg from hatching." Grinning lightly as he held the silenced pistol of his at head level of this sniper from roughly 20 feet away, blending into the tree he leaned against. He thought 'I don't have the degree sight or whatever he's using for that...but I gave enough they outta be able to tell where I am compared to the remaining snipers watching the area...however many that may be.'

Masraik thought to himself as he heard the scouts call out their sniper nest targets, <If only I'd brought a Cow outfit... maybe I could just sneak past and be of some use here. Damn scrawny, quiet sneaks.>

Azrael listened to the reports, unsurprised to find the base well gaurded. The NAC would be pulling out all the stops to keep this place secure and quiet. "Copy. Talon is moving into place, Prepare to stoop." He motioned the others forward with him, they would need to time this right. He could have the snipers take out two of the nests, giving them a clean approach to the entrance. If they could get close enough, and then charge, they could likely gain control of the entrance before they could shut it. That was the one thing Azrael would absolutely try and prevent. If that gate closed they would have very little chance of ever getting in. The only other entrances the Protocols had discovered were vents, likely built so that no person could use them for entrance or egress. He didn't want to risk trying them unless he had to, and he also didn't want to risk alerting the enemy by doing too much scouting.

When they had made their way, as close as possible to the front gate before they would be clearly visible to snipers and the gaurds and everyone else Azrael stopped the advance. Quietly he spoke over the com. Quuietly to the others with him he said "Alright as soon as we here those shots ring out we're going to make a break for it. Rush hard and heavy, their isn't going to be much subtlety to this. We HAVE to take that gate before they can close it. At least one of us has to make it inside to access whatever the control mechanism is, or keep them from actually closing it. Kill everything that moves. Move as quick as you can, first one to the door goes in." Then into the com "A1 to the Eagles eyes. Take out the birds, we're cracking the egg."

As soon as the shots rang out he charged, running with every ounce of speed he could muster which was considerable. He had a distance of about 300 yards to cover to the entrance. Already his rifle in his hands, aIming at the specks of people standing stock still in sudden suprise. High speed flechets took one, two, three of them down. Dropping more. Return fire began to ring out, the shocked forms begining to move again, many fleeing towards the gate, many more, running out from the gate. No indication that the gate was closing yet at least. Looked like about 20 to one odds down there right now. Easy. As long as they didn't start closing that Blast door yet. He continued his head long charge. Killing as he went.

ooc: more later. Feel free to start your approach, you can even start the door closing if you like. Here will be warning sirens and the whole shebang when it starts to close, just so you know.

<Ah hell, couldn't he have at least let me get a head start!?> Masraik was by no means an agile individual, and running over rough terrain and through underbrush was by no means a good idea for him. He watched as Azrael deftly darted ahead of himself and prayed it wasn't caught with any surprises so far ahead and alone. Charging forward himself, Mas tried his hardest to keep up. It was all in vain. He probably kicked more rocks the distance he was trying to travel than he dodged while running. It didn't matter though, the gunshots from Azrael had given away their position anyways.

Having had his fair share of experience using a rifle, but probably less than anyone else in the group, Mas brought up his shield on his right arm in a desperate huff to catch the running soldiers. <Approximately 300 yards? I'm not sure the rapid fire will hit them accurately from this distance.> Not having had a chance to test his new toys, he'd just have to hope it worked for the best. While still running, and ignoring the extra handle for the high powered section of his shield, Mas pulled the grip to start charging a rail gun round. Taking aim mid stride, Mas release the trigger at the mass of soldiers gathering at the gate, intending to hit one of the runners.

Well, needless to say he missed. The round hit the ground below one runners feet, but the debris from the blasted concrete road was as good as shrapnel from an explosive. It took two of the runners in their calves, and put them down for the count. The unfortunate part of taking the shot, was that Mas had greatly underestimated the recoil on the new weapon, and it had spun him around mid stride and not so gently planted him on his rump. <Ok, ok. I won't underestimate a second handle from now on.>

Pulling himself up as quickly as possible, rather annoyed at himself for several reasons, Mas shouted over the radio, "Someone get that blast door before they make radio contact to control!"

ooc: I'm done in Alabama, just got home late last night. But this morning I'm heading out towards Washington state, so I'll be MIA for at least 3 days to make the trip. If you need to NPC mode me, go ahead.

OOC: sure thing Mas. If it's required. :)

IC: Quantas fired as instant as the order was given and called in, "10-4 bud." He probably wouldn't hear the gunfire because the only thing heard was the loud crack as the projectile broke the sound barrier, and the loud pop as it pelted the enemy and hollowed out his torso in a brilliant red explosion. The com transmittal was simply confirmation of the "egg" cracking. Given that the fellow scout members had massively overcompensated weaponry, silenced weaponry, and a normal plasma weapon, it was probably a good idea that he had com'd in.

Assuming at least Matthias' enemy was down, the south side of the entrance was two-thirds clear of sniper attack. The best views of the door were obviously from those sniping positions and not where Quantas was at the moment. Hopefully, Azreal's speed and the silence of Matthias' weapons made the scout movement fairly clear, except for that of patrols. "Moving into cover position," Quantas alerted Azreal and switched weaponry over to the assault rifle in case of patrols.

It was only a matter of a couple of dozen seconds before he had taken over the spot of what used to be a body and scoped the entrance. "Good spot," he whispered to himself, and fired a burst into a group of men. They were not kill shots, from the distance he was at. The 400 yard range sort of saw to that, but they were at least going to pelt something and hurt it. On the downside, he was obviously not hidden any longer.

Immediately he popped up and began the descent down the mountainside as fast as he was able to close the gap. There was no way he would get there before anyone else, save perhaps Masraik who was at the moment on his ass from firing his new weapon. People had poured out of the hatch, and whenever he had the opportunity Quantas fired a burst to decrease that number.

Doubtless, few things could be as disheartening in life as a group of five or more visible Angels descending upon you from all directions. Probably because you would more than likely realize that your life would be very shortly lived thereafter.

"Copy. Talon is moving into place, Prepare to stoop."

'Just what I like to hear...some action.' He thought as he manuevered to be directly overtop of the sniper, the pistol inches from the back of the sniper's head. 'Once they give the order...I got to take this guy out and find the other sniper that's probably around here quick before they pose too much of a problem.

"A1 to the Eagles eyes. Take out the birds"
A silenced pistol shot puffed out some smoke as the word birds was finished being pronounced and Matthias had already shifted to move towards the next position.

"we're cracking the egg."
'Good to know...I've probably got about 5 at the most before those doors are going to be shutting or shut.' He thought as he sprinted through the woods, manuevering himself to a 3rd sniper position. Unfortunately for the sniper, this one was trying to take out the guy that just fired something and hit the ground. Glancing over, Matthias noticed it was Mas. 'Well you chose a bad target, he won't go down from that...you'll just piss him off' He thought as he raised the pistol when he was about 20 feet away, and pulled the trigger. The splat of brain hitting tree isn't heard often, but it echoed slightly as he picked up the sniper rifle.

Aiming towards the troops pouring out, he decided to lend some firing support for a clip's worth of time. Picking off soldier after soldier, he quickly expended the clip. Tossing it aside as he got up and started to run towards the entrance. It took about 5 steps before he saw several troops closer to the gate starting to back up towards it and retreat back inside. "M1 to all. Troops closer to the gate are starting to fall back. They might be getting ready to close it. Advising to move a little quicker through the cannon fodder up there." He spoke over the comm as he navigated down towards the gate. 'Seems those troops don't know where those shots I just took came from yet...that's good for me.' He thought as he activated the camo of the suit and turned his comm as low as it could go with him still able to hear it. He wanted full concentration as he holstered the pistol and manuvered closer.

ooc: The first few paragraphs are quick summaries to get Kindle up to present.

Kindle spent the last few minutes of the flight in silence. If the couldn't sneak in, she didn't want to overuse her during the break in. She let her body focus energy into her blaster weapon (left arm). Her right weapon carried physical AP rounds. They WOULD get in. The jump down triggered her switch, she was serious, she was ready.

At the call for scouts and snipers, Kindle knew this wasn't one her sniper jobs. She was crafty, not subtle. Longview, Casper, and Matt make much better for obs. Kindle lined up her targets and waited. She heard it: "A1 to the Eagles eyes. Take out the birds, we're cracking the egg."

Without hesitating, she found Mas and ran behind him, best shield in the world for firing off bursts. Hearing shots, Kindle looked for approaching shoulders. These needed to be 1 hit kills, her blaster charge was fired at the neck, on the off chance some one lived there wouldn't be any calling for more later.

The enemy kept pouring out, and small rounds weren't getting them anywhere. Mas shouted "Someone get that blast door before they make radio contact to control!" She knew they were running out of time, they needed to move faster. They needed to thin the number between them and the door.

Her blast weapon at full, 2 pulse, scatter. She centered on the mob and released. It did not kill them, but it knocked them back. In a fluid motion she got 'hyper' (which means loading HPER High-Powered-Explosive-Rounds and as they were made specifically for her custom weapons, she figured "hyper" fit nicely with her personality.

Now that the front 2 lines were on their feet, time to rain shrapnel on them. 2 rounds did the trick on the prone soldiers. Hopefully giving Masraik enough time to get back up, and keep leading the charge to the gate. Having him was key, because he might not be able to recover anything but if he got in there, nothing sure as hell would survive, including the specimens and data.

... and her team didn't know it, but Kindle herself was a walking bomb if needed too...

Pulling himself up quickly, he listened through the chaos. A shot in the distance, two shots in the distance, soldiers running out from this shield and another location to the left of their current position. <No where near enough to cause us a threat... if we can get inside.>

Masraik took off, this time using his full might to pump speed into his legs. He completely ignored all the bullets that grazed and blunted on his armor. He ran full force with his shield held high to block any ammunition that could get past him to Kindle or anyone else that stayed behind him.

He closed the distance in enough time. Not enough time to prevent a small army from exiting the doorway, but in enough time to get inside. The soldiers all around him fired and fired, but to no avail. Any that stayed too close were merely crushed in the face with his fist. Those that were not within range were quickly mowed over by Kindle. For some reason, after Azrael's SIM, this seemed too easy.

One soldier that had been incapacitated, but was still alive, laid ahead on Masraik's path, right where the blast doors came to a crushing stop if closed. Mas swept up the soldiers leg and slung him forward into more oncoming troops. "I need at least one alive for information! I understand if they threaten you, but save me at least one to interrogate!" He shouted over the com. He couldn't tell if the group of soldiers ahead of him had heard him, or they just realized that their gunfire was no worse than buzzing mosquitoes to the monstrous Angel, but they had looked at each other and were attempting a retreat back down the hallways.

"Albatross is in the hen house." Mas snickered over the com, making fun of their bird names for everything. He looked around, still relatively unphased by the rush into the base. Except for Kindle, they were rather spread out at the moment, at least the one's he knew where they were. That new armor they'd been given gave the possibility that one was already ahead of him, stealthed, waiting for those retreating soldiers...

Now Mas completely ignored the rest of what was happening nearby. He stepped inside the front of the base and looked around. The ceiling was high enough to fit military transport vehicles, and wide enough for in and out traffic. The walls were concrete and reinforced with steel or solid steel plates in locations. He didn't see a control panel for the door, but at least he was inside. At his feet lay tens of dead soldiers. <Give it time. Soon it will be hundreds.>

One soldier laying close groaned. <Perfect!> Ignoring the pelting and battering of regular ammunition hitting him from all directions, Mas slammed his shield's blade into the ground. It created a five foot tall wall for one of his allies to stand behind. He walked over and grabbed hold of the groaning soldier by the shoulders and turned him over so he could inspect where he was hit. <Hmm, a gut shot... he's no good to me. He'll be in too much pain to think straight.> And with that, Masraik put him out of his misery with a quick blow to the skull. Walking over to the next soldier, Mas inspected him as well.

<Oh what a nasty surprise...> Mas thought as the grenade went off in the soldier's hand. He would normally have turned to avoid most of the shrapnel from the explosion, but others were nearby, so he merely fell forward to catch the full brunt of the explosion with his stomach and forearms guarding his face. It wasn't a deadly blow, but the crushing impact was there none the less. Picking himself up gingerly after recatching his breath, Mas looked down at the dull orange glow of his abdominal plates, and the bloody smear on the concrete that were the remains of his would-be killer.

Ensuring that no shrapnel had escaped him and reached an ally, Mas looked around from his knelt position and waited for the dust to clear. Everything was in fact clear. As he stood and walked back to his shield he sneared, "Well, I'm not sure what everyone's kill count is, but I'm having trouble finding a useful hostage and I've only killed one. Any luck with the rest of you?"

Pulling himself up quickly, he listened through the chaos. A shot in the distance, two shots in the distance, soldiers running out from this shield and another location to the left of their current position. <No where near enough to cause us a threat... if we can get inside.>

Masraik took off, this time using his full might to pump speed into his legs. He completely ignored all the bullets that grazed and blunted on his armor. He ran full force with his shield held high to block any ammunition that could get past him to Kindle or anyone else that stayed behind him.

He closed the distance in enough time. Not enough time to prevent a small army from exiting the doorway, but in enough time to get inside. The soldiers all around him fired and fired, but to no avail. Any that stayed too close were merely crushed in the face with his fist. Those that were not within range were quickly mowed over by Kindle. For some reason, after Azrael's SIM, this seemed too easy.

One soldier that had been incapacitated, but was still alive, laid ahead on Masraik's path, right where the blast doors came to a crushing stop if closed. Mas swept up the soldiers leg and slung him forward into more oncoming troops. "I need at least one alive for information! I understand if they threaten you, but save me at least one to interrogate!" He shouted over the com. He couldn't tell if the group of soldiers ahead of him had heard him, or they just realized that their gunfire was no worse than buzzing mosquitoes to the monstrous Angel, but they had looked at each other and were attempting a retreat back down the hallways.

"Albatross is in the hen house." Mas snickered over the com, making fun of their bird names for everything. He looked around, still relatively unphased by the rush into the base. Except for Kindle, they were rather spread out at the moment, at least the one's he knew where they were. That new armor they'd been given gave the possibility that one was already ahead of him, stealthed, waiting for those retreating soldiers...

Now Mas completely ignored the rest of what was happening nearby. He stepped inside the front of the base and looked around. The ceiling was high enough to fit military transport vehicles, and wide enough for in and out traffic. The walls were concrete and reinforced with steel or solid steel plates in locations. He didn't see a control panel for the door, but at least he was inside. At his feet lay tens of dead soldiers. <Give it time. Soon it will be hundreds.>

One soldier laying close groaned. <Perfect!> Ignoring the pelting and battering of regular ammunition hitting him from all directions, Mas slammed his shield's blade into the ground. It created a five foot tall wall for one of his allies to stand behind. He walked over and grabbed hold of the groaning soldier by the shoulders and turned him over so he could inspect where he was hit. <Hmm, a gut shot... he's no good to me. He'll be in too much pain to think straight.> And with that, Masraik put him out of his misery with a quick blow to the skull. Walking over to the next soldier, Mas inspected him as well.

<Oh what a nasty surprise...> Mas thought as the grenade went off in the soldier's hand. He would normally have turned to avoid most of the shrapnel from the explosion, but others were nearby, so he merely fell forward to catch the full brunt of the explosion with his stomach and forearms guarding his face. It wasn't a deadly blow, but the crushing impact was there none the less. Picking himself up gingerly after recatching his breath, Mas looked down at the dull orange glow of his abdominal plates, and the bloody smear on the concrete that were the remains of his would-be killer.

Ensuring that no shrapnel had escaped him and reached an ally, Mas looked around from his knelt position and waited for the dust to clear. Everything was in fact clear. As he stood and walked back to his shield he sneared, "Well, I'm not sure what everyone's kill count is, but I'm having trouble finding a useful hostage and I've only killed one. Any luck with the rest of you?"

Matthias stood in the center of the hall, watching as the group of soldiers finally decided to retreat away from the hulk of destruction that was Mas. They had no idea he wwas there as they ran towards him, the camo function of this suit worked incredibly well. Pulling a few of his throwing knives out, he held them ready...waiting for the precise moment that he wanted.

It came a second later as a few of them turned to fire potshots back at Mas while the rest completely stopped, turned and opened fire again. Throwing the knives into the ones that turned around, they sunk into those soldiers skulls and the fire stopped. Drawing his katana, he held it forward as one of the unlucky potshotters ran square into it himself. Gasping for breath as he bled and the others stood watching in shock as he hadn't run into anything visible.

Taking the blade out as he elbowed that one in the face to have him bleed to death unconciously, Matthias turned slicing across the chest of another while frontkicking the final into the wall. Pouncing before the man could even think of a reaction, he had his katana sheathed and a knife held against the man's throat from behind while Matthias held him. Walking towards Mas he spoke to the man "You may not see anything...but so much as blink the wrong way and you'll be spitting blood out of your throat."

Manuevering the man behind the impromptu wall Mas had made, he stood for a moment. "Mas, got your interrogation here." Leaning the man against the Mas's shields, Matthias recollected his throwing knives and commed in "M1 in the building, the gate is ours light resistance at the moment but come in the water's fine."

Matthias drew his silenced pistol and began to manuever to the hallways out of lines of fire and returned fire, awaiting everyone to be in here.

Walking over to the soldier who'd been planted against his shield, Mas grunted and hit the button on the head scales on his left temple, which in turn retracted his face shield. "Thanks M1." He said into the com.

Looking at the soldier, he wasn't much surprised. Typical corponation attempt of a soldier. He was barely a teenager, and from what he could tell, he probably wouldn't have much information. The vile scent of the boy soiling himself said enough of his military rank. He was too scared to move.

"Give me your name soldier!" Mas barked. He waited, but the boy only stared and quivered in fear, leaning heavily on his shield for support or perhaps an attempt to get as far away from Mas as possible. "NAME BOY!" Mas yelled as he reached out and grabbed hold of one of his arms. "If you don't give me your name, and answer my following questions clearly and to the best of your knowledge, I'll snap you like a twig." And with that, Masraik began squeezing his humerus bone. Masraik was easily four times this boys size. "It won't be hard..." He let his voice trail off as the boy mumbled something through his fear that sounded like 'Ezekial'.

"Good, now how much do you know about this bunker Ezekial? And where is the control panel to this blast door?" All he got as an immediate answer was a finger pointing towards an internal door at the end of the tunnel.

ooc: This is probably a good place for mister GE to give some random info if he deems necessary. I won't be putting useful information into the mouth of an external guard to this place who probably would know very little about the operation. =)

Azrael raced to the door, running full tilt, still firing, taking down enemy after enemy, some of them were retreating back towards the door now, Azrael was close though, and barrelling closer. In fact he was close enough now that there was danger, shots whizzed by him, dodged with the slightest of movements when possible, allowed to glance off of his armor when not. He knew that to slow, to stop and fight, was to be bogged down, and more than likely, prevented from reaching the door in time. THere was a near solid wall of gunfire coming out of the door way as the better trained soldiers retreated slowly down the corridor, Azrael avoided that killzone by moving to the left. He then plucked a grenade from his utility belt, then tossing the simple Fragmentation grenade through the air, and into the narrow confines of the doorway. THe fire and shrapnel shredded the unprepares soldiers in the hallway, he had timed the throw perfectly, their had been no chance to run, or to sacrifice one for the many.

Azrael saw the door start to move, a warning siren blaring. <Damn> The door moved slowly, ponderously, either never designed to move with speed, or simply unable to achieve proper velocity on the repairs the Corponation had been able to make. He raced for the door, gun left to flap against his chest as he pumped his arms for every ounce of speed he could manage. The door was sliding closed, he couldn't miss he leapt turning sideways as the door neared closing, over four feet thick it would be impossible for them to get through. He flew through the air twisting, he felt the door brush his feet, and then he was through. The door slamming shut behind him. He rolled out of his tumble coming up with the rifle at the ready. over the radio he sent "I'm in, secure the area, wait for the door to open. I don't know how long this will take, see if you can get some information." The he started down the hallway, moving towards what looked like a side passage that might lead to a control room.

ooc: More later, Mas, feel free to get the information I need to get to the control room. He might not know how to work it, but most of the peons would probably know how to get to the room. Everyone else, clean up any leftover resistance, and dwell on the unfairness of not being the GM.

Masraik glared at the boy, as if the extra intimidation was required. "Unless you want to be an organ donor for some of our less fortunate cyborgs back home, you better not give me one lie boy. Also, you'll be our guide."

The boy said nothing. He didn't have to. The look of fear in his eyes was unmistakable. Trembling so bad he couldn't find his flak jacket pocket, the boy had to take his eyes off of Mas for a split second. Looking down, he ripped open the velcro and pulled out a silicon map similar to the computer Mas kept on him at all times. <My, how convenient. If this no body soldier has this tech on him, there's no imagining what lies inside this base.>

Mas pulled an up link from his com and attached it to the map. "Casper or Kindle, do either of you have the capability to tell if this map is accurate, bugged, and/or overall good for our purpose? If so, send it back so we aren't marching into the unknown."

Waiting for a reply, Mas realized he wasn't going to get one. The interference was too much for their personal com system. He could reach those that were inside the blast door, but none that were outside. He merely looked over at Kindle in hopes that she could do something for them.

Azreal darted within the building and Quantas grinned. "Of course, you're the first in," he muttered. A moment later, there was a clang as the doors shut. Sliding to a halt, Quantas crouched and looked around with his rifle up and at the ready. After hearing Azreal's request he clicked back "10-4," scanning the area he started a bee-line for the peak above the hatch. At the very least, he'll get info on the area, as Az wished.

"I'll see if I can spot patrols before they ambush us, they've got the element of familiarity," he added. Bounding to his feet, he must have looked something like an indistinct blur in the low light of night. If they were worth anything at all, they'd have patrols with at least one person wearing an NVG.

There was a ping on a large rock behind him, and a moment later an echoing shot through the mountain range side of Cheyenne. It was impossible to tell where it came from now, but he had a clue. He looked around without stopping and saw one of the few high ground positions that had him in sight from this angle. Time to take cover he said to himself, and trudged on in a landscape imposed line for a good shot. Longview moved the rifle to his back and tightened the nylon-like bodystrap to secure it. Releasing the strap on his railgun, he slid it back into use and suddenly dropped behind a rock. Popping his head up above it he took a quick scan in the most obvious places. Seeing nothing he grunted and jumped out, back on the move. He repeated the motion another time before seeing in IR with his goggles. Resting the barrel against the rock he took only a half second to aim and mentally calculate the shot before firing, the enemy's head exploding like a melon in summer heat. "Nest neutralized," Quantas reported and moved on, switching back to his assault rifle.

ooc: ALright, I'm gonna just move us on ahead. Plenty of challenges within the mountain. and the whole who's in who's out thing has blocked my writing long enough that we are going to ignor it. It's all moot with this post, except the map that Mas so fortuitously found.

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Azrael followed the corridor, knowing that his team was split, fearing any reprisal could smash those inside against the walls literally, and leave the outside team badly weakened. It was surprisingly short. He kicked open a door to see a soldier spin in surprise, he raised his gun, but there was no hope of him getting a shot off. Azrael closed the distance in a single leap and had his sword at the mans throat before the gun was half way up. A simple nerve pinch from Azrael's free hand sent the gun tumbling to the floor. "How do you open the blast door?"

THe soldier was made of sterner stuff than the average Corponation recruit. "I won't tell. The main security force has already been ordered to this location You will all be killed in short order." Azrael sent a pulse of electricity through the blade. Just enough to cause the Bright blue plasma to arc briefly. The man gasped and the smell of singed skin filled the room. "Wrong on both counts. You will tell. Becuase even if you don't I can figure it out, and if you don't things will be much more unpleasant for you. I HATE figuring out pre collapse computer terminals. Also one way or another we aren't going to die here today. At least not while this base is still standing. So, how are we going to do this? Do I burn you and carve you after I've cracked the system? or do you tell me what I need to know and I kill you quick and easy, AFTer I use what you tell me?"

"Either way I'm dead."

"True, but that was a forgone conclusion, We're only putting off the inevitable. And makig it more gruesome the more you slow me down." Another pulse of plasma, another small whimper of pain.

"Alright, alright look, just use the vision box to open the security program. The first menu allows you to open the door."

Pulling his handgun and withdrawing his sword he moved to the console. <Vision Box... ugh the church of science ruins them more and more every year.> Looking at the program briefly he saw all he needed to. Reaching with his free hand while looking at his prisoner he deftly clicked and meneuvered the mouse to get the the screen with the tab for opening the blast door. "What's the security bypass?"

The man nearly choked. "Wha... what do you mean? Just click the button there."

Azrael was on him in a flash, sword point driven through the mans boot with his other hand around the man's throat lifting and squeezing. "The security bypass that will allow me to open the door without locking everything from here to the next control station. I know how these systmes work. Tell me the code."

"GRragghhu"

Azreal released the pressure on his throat slightly. " What?"

"Grand is the holiness of technology"

"You have got to be kidding me." But he knew the soldier wasn't that was exactly the kind of password the church would have installed. The soldier made gurgled protestations, but Azrael just dropped him to the floor and quickly accessed the console and typed in the bypass. It registered and then he heard the muted grinding of the door opening back up. He also deactivated the Turrets and locked all but one of the blast doors between here and the next layer of the base. "That should slow them down a little."

He saw the guard move suddenly, lunging for the gun he had dropped earlier. Azrael was once again faster, whipping out his handgun and shooting the man in the hand. He cried out, tucking into the fetal position around his hand. "Lucky for you I don't have time to try and pay you proper for slowing me down." With that he shot the soldier in the head.

He left rifle at the ready now. He met no resistance. He radioed everyone "ALright let's form up, We're in. No we have to find our objectives. I'm just inside the main door. We'll go from there, be on alert, area seems secure, but may not be."

ooc: I figure we form up, then we can head into the base. We'll probably split up to find the diff objectives (Info Archive, Genetic Archive, and Nuclear control panel.) If you have a preference post it ooc with your next post.

*ooc: following suit, and just moving Kindle in.

She was grateful for staying with Masraik. Grabbing the map from him, she didn't immediately attach it to her system. "I can't tell if it will try to attack my system, I'm sure it has a passcode, similar to defense of the base, if we can get to a comp-station on the base, there's a better chance of using it without damaging myself". She hoped Masraik understood why she wouldn't just upload and analyze the device.

"We should go ta Az, he's at the main door, and it ain't far from here". Her had to use some of her own power to amplify the signal of the comlink, so she figured if she had to juice it up, then Mas probably wasn't hearin too much of what was goin on at all...she paused "Are you really keepin that one alive, I doubt he's got anything more useful to tell us?"

Kindle switched her left eye sight over to heat signatures and her right eye sight EM. She scanned the area, while there were many on the ground fighting for their life, only a few signs of resistance getting to Az. She winked and smiled at Mas, then stepped out and tested out the accuracy of her new blaster's system. Her shots had been more wild in the cleaning done to get her thus far. Surprisingly, it immediately synced with the foreign heat sigs, range was calculated, Kindle aimed and fired, PAAAA PAAAA PAAAA PAAAA. Four shots, four more down.

She talked over her comlink to the team "Beauty and the Beast are on their way" then she wondered if any of those frozen ones would get the old world reference.

*ooc: Mas, take us there if you please.

The door could be heard creaking open not too long after getting the last sniper on the hatch side. "Entre' vous," he whispered to himself, and started his descent down the mount once more. A dozen seconds later, Quantas skidded down a steep embankment and hopped off of it directly above the hatch, landing on his feet like a featherweight cat. Bolting inside with rifle at the ready he saw Masraik and Kindle, the later firing four times at some targets. Quantas could feel the twitching and fearful survivors, though wounded, around him. A shiver went down his spine, remembering why he rather killed people than maim them.

"Beauty and the beast are on their way," Kindle said, probably to Azreal. Masraik was holding an incredibly frightened young man. He could almost reach out and touch the boy's fear it felt so tangible.

"Ugh," Quantas grunted, "How horrible..." In a flicker of a moment, his cold heart sent a warm projectile through the boy's skull. Masraik was then holding a headless lump of human meat. "Sorry," he simply said to Masraik and ran on past him and Kindle. Azrael wasn't hard to track down in a situation like this. Not when Quantas knew his "feel" so well after all these years. It was like riding a bicycle, working with others. It always came back so naturally. Probably due to left over GENMEM from Seraph that they just figured they'd leave alone.

It wasn't long before he was standing in front of Azrael and he nodded once. "Hi! Remember me?" Quantas grinned behind his mask, "Heh, probably not, Mr.Ice."

He looked around the room quickly, taking it all in in a glance. "Is there a map of some kind we can upload to our HUDs? I can almost feel the Nukes' background from here, but I only know a direction, not how to get there."

ooc: I'd like to head towards genetic archives personally, I'll drag Kindle along!

Masraik nodded to Kindle in reply to her questioning attitude of the map. It was only logical, too bad Casper wasn't there to take over the map and grid for them. At least he could be reprogrammed if something were to attack him internally.

At that moment Quantas showed up, and before he could even manage a greeting Longview killed his hostage. It didn't really bother Masraik that he was dead, but it did sort of bother him that there wasn't any communication beforehand. Maybe I wasn't done with him? Maybe he was still trying to convey the most important information we could ever glean from any of these soldiers. Maybe he was salvageable... Maybe his dead did bother him. Saying something now wouldn't help the mission, so he only glared at Quantas as he rushed off.

"That was unnecessary. I could have handled it." He said to Kindle as he swatted brain matter off of his shield handle and ripped it from the concrete. He made his way down the hallway to the area Azrael had cleared with the 'vision box' and looked over expectantly at Kindle.

"Lets try and find the genetics department, anything to do with archives and/or specimens that may have been 'preserved' as we are. I have this bad feeling because of the command to bring this bomb." Mas said as he jerked his finger towards his back where the bomb still hung. "I get the feeling that no matter what sort of data we recover, we're still going to find something that we want destroyed."

He hooked up the silicon device to what seemed like an archaic port on the out dated computer system. Thankfully, he'd toyed with these outdated systems a lot when redesigning his wing of the Protocol base back home. Pulling out his own personal silicon screen, he plugged his directly into map the child soldier had given him, to overwrite any potential security codes required to enter the computer system. It didn't take long. About 5 seconds and he had the route needed translated into his own mini system.

After getting what he needed, he furled up the area map he'd been given and pocketed it for another souvenir. Attaching his com to his receiver, and jacking up the frequency, Mas transmitted his map with detailed room descriptions to all that were listening. It was detailed enough to grasp where you needed to go to get what you wanted, but it was obvious that chunks of the map were missing based on the current security level achievable at this computer terminal. "Sorry guys, that's all you'll get for now. We do have a significant trail to follow to reach the reactor core that powers this place, and the genetics department. Also, it seems like there may be a medical wing here as well, for any that may need it. I see a war room, and your basic conference rooms everywhere. For those thirsty for corponation blood, I've also included the path to the barracks."

"S'il te plaît, Mademoiselle." Looking away from Kindle, Mas started walking in the opposite direction that Azrael's carnage had led. Pulling his shield up, he made a solid wall down the walkways they would be taking, making the best cover he could for Kindle, his personal firecracker with a rocket launcher.

Abaddon walked past the room that held the controls for the main gate, her eyes slightly dilated from the excitement of the killing sprees. She had promised, long ago, that she would always be there to guard Azra's back if they were to be put on the same team, and she knew that he had made a similar promise to himself.

Some memories, no matter how old they were, never faded.

She heard the door grind open, and heard the two gunshots that meant that Azra was finished with his prisoner as he sent a message over their comms. ((OOC: I may have been reading into this a little, but if this is wrong just shoot me later. I just want to get back to playing again!)) He walked out of the smallish room, and Abaddon looked over at him. "So...which one are we going to hit first? That is, if you don't want to split up to cover more ground." She spun the Asterael around her hand twice, the new lighter metal alloy making it arc gracefully through the air. She nearly squealed with glee. As she was fighting with her new toy, it had arced through the air with as much grace as she had when she wasn't welding any weapon at all. It was amazing. She spun it twice more just for the feel of it.

Focusing her attention back on Azra, she smiled a little smile and waited for his response.

OOC: Sheesh...*wants to cry* I wish that I could've posted more....sigh....just now you get to see Abaddon's glee at wielding a super light and super strong Asterael...I can't wait to use it in battle....'

And that was supposed to be her little extra something, waaaaaaaay back when, when we were first meeting in the armory before the mission...*glowers at her life and the impossibilities of it*

ooc: just a quick one to get us back on track, hope everyone is ready to start back up. Sorry again for the abscence.

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As the team formed up and made its various comments Azrael grinned mentally, though none of it showed on his slightly bloody, grim exterior. They were working well together, and that was a minor miracle. They were in, that was supposed to be the hardest part. Now they just had to shoot, cut, rip, and tear their way through untold numbers of unreasonably fortified enemies. Piece of cake comnpared to breaking into the mountain while it was on lockdown.

"Alright everyone here's the gameplan. Chances are the libraries, both regular and genetic are near the front of the base, with the more secure items, such as the nuclear arsenal, and the Reactor further back. I'd like to save this bomb if possible, it's too valuable. They can only make a few grams of antimatter every few months, so a 6 Kg bomb is literally someones life's work. Let's not use it unless we have to. WE're going to move together section to section in as coordinated a way as possible. Masraik, I want you at the front, Abaddon and I will cover the sides and assist you if things get too heavy for you up front. Everyone else, gaurd the flank, and keep an eye on the floor and ceiling too, remember attack can come from all directions. We're going to search out the libraries first then work our way back."

He looked them over, didn't look like anyone had taken a scratch hardly. "Any questions?"

ooc: Umm, so we're still sticking to the direction that Mas was leading, but everyone is following me now?

Ic:

"Lead the way? That's a first!" Mas smirked internally as he thought of all the posibilities of leading this group into a slaughterhouse...

Kindle fell back into her position. At Azzy's prompting, she looked up, her EM sight showed clusters of blast engines in the intersection of the ceiling panels. "It looks like they have motion sensors that fire spaced out about every 3.167 yards. Taking them out..." This was a perfect time to test out one of the functions of her new blaster upgrade on her left side. She was unused to thinking the settings, but easily enough conveyed "power surge pulse", her natural aim was dead on, no need for cybernetics for these shots. But still, the ease at which her power came to her, the beyond-human responses that her body was capable of made her feel confident in all that she did.

Pyymm Pyymm pyymm pyymm pyymm

The blaster did not make too much noise, and the motion sensors were knocked out..."Ceiling is clear of the built in defenses". She took a moment to glance over at Longview, {"He will probably take a more tactical approach for incoming enemies, its a good thing that our strengths are different areas..."} At her thought, Kindle felt complimented rather than competitive towards Longview; she had admired how he handled the initial infiltration and was looking forward to his strategies as a sniper inside this confined space.

As for herself, Kindle might not know what was going to be thrown at them, but she sure as hell had the strength to deal with them when they arrived!

"None," Quantas replied to Az. He nodded quickly and agreed, "A-to-A." "But I think we could do two groups," he silently added ambitiously by thought.

As they got on their way, Quantas slid into formation at the back. Kindle identified and eliminated some surface motion sensors with her new weapons and abilities as efficient as any pre-programmed GELF. "Good girl," Quantas thought and grinned. He looked over at her and caught her stealing a glance at him too. He nodded in approval to Kindle, "good job." Quantas turned to make sure their rear was covered and mentally closed the faceguard on his helmet. No doubt the doors were abuzz with guards rendezvousing now, getting ready to break off and search. Also no doubt, the security hub is full of CCTV monitors and alerts ringing off the hook from the attack on the system that Kindle made.

"No doubt, now that those sensors are deactivated and someone notices it, we're going to see a large mass from behind. Probably a few junctions ahead and such we'll get an all sides attack too," he sighed. "It gets pretty formulaic after a lifetime of this. Heh, Keep blowing 'em up. Saves us ducking to keep our heads on our shoulders," Quantas said while he sort of chuckled. "Keep an auto or semi-auto ready for a workout." They shuffled along a few more strides and Quantas elaborated, "It only takes one lucky bullet from an untrained, inept, weak enemy to be your Achilles heel and take you down."

He looked at Kindle again as they moved along, "I hope you don't mind, but could you try and continue to be bubbly? It's sort of refreshing when I have hundreds of enemies nervous and shivering. It spills over," he explained. "My palms are actually sweaty. One of the reasons they don't use me often on intrusion missions is my empathic nature. I keep it under control rather well, most of the time. My room is, though, EM shielded specifically because of it, so," He shrugged.

ooc: oh good, we have a decent return. Quick post to keep us moving, things will start heating up soon. no worries.

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Azrael nodded as the team fell into place without any verbalized secondguessing. He knew with a team as advanced as this one there would be silent second guessing but they either respected him enough, or were disciplined enough to keep it to themselves. Almost immediately Kindle took out some overhead sensors. So... the CN had gotten the automated defnses online, or at least the sensors. That was going to complicate matters. Definantly for the best if they stuck together for now. "Alright, the only open door to the next section is dead ahead so let's move, the terminal made it look like this was a main corridor. Someone brief me on what that map said, if you can transmit it to my helmet hud." His helmet wasn't as fancy as some of the opthers, but it still had a basic HUD for displaying information and teamate telemetries when available.

They continued moving towards the door, beyond which all hell was likely to break loose. "Stay as tight as possible, try not to get seperated, we may never find each other again, we won't be able to trust communications here, for all we know the building was designed to block transmissions within it as well as from without." He waited for the map info as he took deep breath, tromping ever closer to the door seperating them from an army of the best the NAC has to offer. He knew it wouldn't be enough, but God damn, proving it was going to be fun.

"Hmm, I already transmitted the map to everyone, did you not get it? There must be some interference if you didn't receive it." Or maybe he just wasn't paying attention to the little incoming messages when he was to busy being an animal... "Here, just take the map." Mas lugged his shield on one arm and reached down into his armor encased pouch to pull up the map he had already linked to everyone. Tossing it in Azrael's direction, Mas took a moment to look at the bunch. Slightly overkill for one tiny hallway huh?

ooc: I cannot find a good real map for this, not sure if anyone else has any ideas so we don't keep contridicting eachothers movements within the base. I personally am not familiar with military complexes, but have biased knowledge of nuclear security and would be basing my maps off that.

ooc: Feeling snarky there Mas? Like your char has any room to talk about people acting like animals hehe.

As to an actual map, I'm just way to lazy to deal with that, as you can tell, while I can come up with a good story I tend to gloss over the finer details to prevent contradictions and stuff in this. It's just how things roll... hopefully we won't have anymore full blown snafu's like entering the base and all that. That was strictly my bad.

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Azrael checked his hud, no transmissions cued. "Must have been blocked," He said catching the map from the air. "That's what I'm saying about staying close. Radio can short out quick here, even with our amped signals." He looked over the map which seemed to show a good portion of this level of the base, with several marks seeming to indicate elevators. "Looks like there's another security station at the end of this corridor, we're going to pay them a little visit and hope they have some more information for us."

With that they reached the only unlocked security door between them and the rest of the base. He signalled all of them to stop and listened. He heard the tromping of boots through the door, as well as the muted click of weapons being cocked. Of course they'd know which door was unlocked. What they weren't smart enough to figure out was an Archangels ability to hear, as well as their ability to think. The soldiers of the CN's could be deadly, but they were not innovative. They were trained to follow orders explicitly and absolutely. Too bad for them.

Whispering so that the others could hear him he said "Alright, let's get ready to breach, sounds like we got a lot of people eager to meet us on the other side of this door. Mas, I want you to give the door a good solid shove when I give the signal, then yank it closed once I've hurled this" He brandished the grenade " into the thick of it, once it goes off, we all charge into the breach and finish anything still moving off. You ready?"

ooc: feel free to powerplay me tossing the grenade in Mas, then we can all post bursting in and tearing some stuff up.

Mas chuckled inwardly. "A good solid shove eh? I have a better idea... how about a little intimidation first huh? Nothing better than making them think they have a heard of elephants coming to greet them."

Masraik laid his shield to the floor and looked back at the group. "You may want to cover your ears, and stable your feet. This is about to be very disconcerting. If you want, you can add a howl or two in the midst you animal you." Giving Azrael a wicked smirk, Mas flexed his neck and shoulders, and pumped himself up with a few knuckle to knuckle punches. Here goes...

Masraik took a deep breath, stood his tallest, and leapt into the air. He came down as hard as he could on the steel plate in the ground beneath him. There was a little give in the earthquake absorption springs beneath the plate, but the majority of it collapsing around Masraik's fist. Mas quickly sprung from his kneel into the nearest wall, repeating the action of collapsing the metal around his fist. As he continued to repeat the process many times to the plating around the doorway, he released an ear-shattering deep base roar, giving the soldiers on the other side an idea of what was in store for them.

After a minute of personal gratification, Masraik walked over and picked his shield back up. "Sorry, I needed that. Must be a side effect of that tranquilizer they gave me..." And as if on queue, Azrael gave Mas his 'look' and a signal nod.

Rearing back with all his might, Masraik ripped through the metal of the door with his left hand and pulled back quickly. Azrael, standing some distance back made a quick flick at the elbow and sent the grenade soaring into the room through the hole. Within a fractions of a second, Mas had the hole blocked with his shield, and braced his entire weight against the shield and frame to block the impact from reaching through to his party.

One, two, three, four... "Hey Az, it ain't going off. What's up?"

ooc: always with the improvising and the doing things I don't expect *sheesh hehe if all of y'all were as difficult as Mas, then I'd probably go insane, but it would be a hell of a fun thread ;)

IC:
Azrael had quickly covered his ears and braced himself, not knowing what Masraik intended, but not wanting to suffer any deleterious effects from whatever it was. The cacophony that ensued was painful, probably far more painful for him than it was frightening to the now thoroughly warned troops. When the display was over he curtly signalled Mas that it was indeed time to open the door, when the brute decided to improvise, instead punching a hole through the door. Dialing back the timer he had set to allow time for the door to be closed again, he tossed the grenade through the hole and watched as it was plugged by Masraik's shield.

<He IS a walking piece of heavy armor, I swear... I am glad he's on our side at least> Inwardly he grinned ruefully, then outwardly he grinned as Masraik counted down and failed to notice the explosion.

"It's a plasma grenade, not a frag grenade. It's mostly heat and light, they've been designed to have very minor concussion, you probably didn't even notice you big ox. Pull your shield back, and get us through that door."

ooc: you sholuld have a little bit of difficulty removing the shield, as it's been spot welded to the door a little, and the same with opening the door, On the other side the troops will be pretty much slagged ecxept for some reserves that had been placed further back. Their is a T intersection just beyond the door where they had been planning the ambush. It's now pretty much just char, melted metal and ash.

The reserves are armed with decent weaponry but nothing too heavy, say mostly fully automatic rifles, and a couple of low grade energy weapons, unfortunately at the moment most of the mare fairly well blinded. Have fun.

"Plasma eh? Normally I can hear that... My ears must still be ringing." Mas chuckled behind his mask and tried to stand back up, noticing the unfortunate adherence of his shield to the wall. Hmm, not surprising for a plasma grenade. Well, here goes nothing.

"Running room please." Mas released his shield from his arm and took a few steps back, taking a slight moment to access how his shield was attached to the door frame. Oh well, may as well. He thrust his full weight into his pathetic attempt of a sprint, throwing his shoulder into his shield. The collision rained granite down around his head, and caused multiple cracks in the foundation. Backing up again he thought out loud, "This one should do it, be ready."

Repeating his previous body ram exercise, Masraik ripped into the doorway. It tore the entire frame from the wall, still attached to his shield which he grabbed before it went flying away from the impact. Mas kept his momentum and ran forward a few more feet, then planted his door/shield into the floor and took a knee to block any artillery that was aimed their way.

"Ha, enough cover for ya? Get rolling peoples!"

Abaddon hissed with excitement when they came to the door leading to the security checkpoint. And it wasn't just "Abaddon", either. Apollyon was practically howling inside their head, impatient for the battle to begin. As Abaddon covered their ears, Apollyon said, <Hey, chicka, let me control. Please? I'll leave you and Az along for two hours for just this one chance. I won't intrude.> there was a brief pause, then she added, <Well, as I much as I can, anyway, I'll stay away.>

Abaddon laughed. <No way. I want to have some more fun. I'll let you control on the way out, how's that work for you?> Abaddon could feel a grudging acceptance inside her head. <Hey, I won't get myself killed. If I feel that I can't handle it, you can step in, OK?> There was a bit more of a positive feel to Apollyon's reaction that time, so Abaddon smiled.

By that time, Mas was slamming into the doors, shattering the rock around the frame to pebbles and dust. He charged in, and Abaddon was fairly quick to follow, a gleam in her eye that hadn't been there in ages.

OOC: finish later...