Team A and BJim moved to the bodies. "Mesk, Simus, I want you to look around for clues. Bruce, Ashley, keep a watch for any hostiles. I'll be examining this," Jim said, taking a moment to rest his brain from the draining task of destroying everything for the relatively easy task of searching the bodies for clues and weaponry. If any weaponry is found, he'll divide it up evenly among his team, with preference going to those with the least amount of weaponry first.
No problem Jim, I'll check the bodies. See if I can determine cause of death.
Head in and examine the bodies that are tied up, looking mainly for cause of death.
"I'll get to higher ground, get a better view."
Try to climb up a nearby structre, observe soroundings.
(Will I have to worry about infection?)
[Team A Medic - Mesk]
"Shit. I hope my new body can handle a virus."
Search the room for clues.
"Got it, Jim."
[Team B Leader=Milno]
"Avoid open areas and try to stick close to the buildings." Milno says before firing his pods into life. "I'll get to higher ground and get a better picture of this place."
He points at Thomas. "Team B will follow Albino Fucker and Kyle will use diplomacy if anything happens and I'm away. If shooting breaks out, seek cover and issue them one very clear warning, like I did. If they keep shooting, just shoot back or wait for me to swoop in and help you terminate them."
Fly to a nearby high building, ascending close to it and zigzagging to prevent fire. Stay alert for hostiles.
A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley
B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle
Team B- Lars, Chaplain
"Yes, Saint Milno. I will follow them as I would follow you."
He stops as he hears the speech May delivers. "...I will follow..."
Assist May/Thomas/Kyle.
[Team B = Albino = May]
Boot up external speakers to max volume and then declare the following: "We are the Elite United Universe Peacekeeping Committee. If you hear this, drop your weapons and come out with your hands up! Anyone who does not comply shall die a painful death, and if I find you before that, I will personally sodomize you so hard you'll get impregnated with a litter of puppies. That is all." Then turn external speakers off and stick to cover while scouting the area for peoples.
[Team B: Sniper: Thomas]
A chill rolled up Thomas' spine lazily, and he subconsciously hovers closer to the group.
"Blueshirts? Isn't that cops? Or government?"
Check the area for any ambushed lying in wait.
Jim, leading the way, crouches down to examine the remains of the barricade. If there were men or weapons here, they've all been burnt and smashed and torn into so much charcoal and shrapnel. Even the metal plates of the barricade are shattered and bent.
The rest of the team pushes past, charging heedlessly into the room, Milno stepping in first and scanning the area his arm held to stop the rest of the team from coming in. He takes a few steps forward and suddenly the buildings are alive with movement signatures; bright points of yellow light flashing behind windows, scrambling around the buildings and their perimeter walls. It's hard to tell how many of them there are, but there are lots, an they're moving to firing positions.
Team C and D((I think Objective was Ashley...))
Team C - Feyri Nirel ; Armed Mercenary ; At the closed door of ye Police Station with the phrase BLUESHIRTS all over it.
"Cheers to another convoluted idea: These men hoarded badges as a sign of rank or power. The more they had, the more important they thought they were. An improvised sort of hierarchical status.
"Anyway, since most of us have suits that can stand environmental effects, but are easy to rip as paper, I say those with MKIs are taking the body armor. I'm getting one if nobody minds. We've nine dead here anyway..."
Claim the body armor and wear it.
"I'm expecting a firefight when the door opens, or a claymore mine trap, or some kind of trap. Does anyone have fiber optics or some kind of listening device?"
Miyamoto ; Radio Controlled
Stacy ; Harry Baldman
Feyri Nirel ; Tiruin
Pancaek ; Pancaek
Flint ; Parisbre56
Name:Flint - Team C - PD entrance
"Really, Lukas? How the hell did you manage to do that?"
Get the badges from the bodies. "Badges? You don't need no stinking badges!" Help Lukas get his foot unstuck. Try to open the door.
"Anybody who is not sufficiently armed feel free to ask for a gun. The rest I'm keeping because one can never be sufficiently armed enough."
Jobasio heard the discussion and turned his head from the amusing sight before him, trying to focus on the badges the others had found rather than the scorched corpses themselves. He had enough of a look to satisfy his curiousity, then went back to covering the door.
"Well, at least they weren't law enforcement. And most likely we'll find those who did own the badges up ahead, dumped in a corner to rot." He thought for a moment, flexing his hand on the rifle's barrel absently, then added, "Perhaps that's why they chose not to surrender? I imagine they hardly expected a merciful trial after murdering the colony's police force."
He was partially trying to convince himself, really.
>Cover the door. Move to the best position from which to do so, without having friendlies in my line of fire.
((Edit: Feckin' typoes!))
Bishop shook his head at Lukas, sighing in frustration.
"Perhaps you could have just, you know, opened the door like a normal person? I'm not slicing this one open, I have to conserve my cutter's fuel. Pull your foot our and see if you can just open it normally, or pull it open with your hands."
Open the door normally after Lukas stops fooling around. Be ready to shoot and stay in cover while the doors are opening.
Sambo - Team D - Still looting "Cops"
"Maybe they nabbed those badges off any cops they killed? These guys could be anyone. Who fucking knows? I'm grabbing some armour anyway. Their weapons might be a lot crappier than ours."
Get body armour and wear it. Put some duct-tape over the word "Police" so that it isn't visible. Scan area for any paper-work or radios, on the dead bodies or not.
"Being a cop might make you a target around here, so it's probably best not to be one of the poor sods. The pay's shit anyway. Let's all have a look-see if they've got any stuff on them that might give us a clue to who they were or where their mates are eh?"
Stacy, Team C Physimancer, Hallway to Police Department...
"Well, either these were police or they killed the police and took their stuff. Judging by the fact that one of them has three badges, I'm guessing the latter."
Take badges and examine them for any information on their owners.
Team D - Lukas - Stuck in PD Door
"Stupid fuckin door!"
Try to pull the door open with hands.
Stacy begins scavenging the badges from the bodies, handing them to flint when he's done. There isn't much on each badge, just a 6 digit number, but each number is different. Some kind of identification system most likely. Some of the badges look more ornate while others are simpler, There are many more simple badges then ornate ones.
Feyri and Sambo attempt to gather some of the body armor but it comes apart in their hands, burnt far to badly to hold together. They drop the remains and dust the ashes off their hands before joining the rest of the team in an effort to pry open the door and free Lukas. It is a difficult operation, A lukasectomy, but they manage to pull it off using a great deal of prying, auto-chiseling, wrenching about, and repeated slapping. With his foot free it is an easy job for Bishop, Miyamoto and Lukas to pry open the door and reveal the room beyond. The police station is less a police station and more a goddamn fortress: Beyond the door is a small, mostly empty courtyard populated only by large concrete planters with whats left of very dead plants in them. Beyond that is a solid wall of metal, the police station build directly into the rock itself, only it's front face showing. It's windows have been covered, metal welded over them to form thin firing slits, it's door heavily reenforced. Someone has modified this place to withstand an invasion.
No sooner is the door open then the firing starts. The team scatters to either side of the hall, pressing themselves up against walls near the door, safely out of the line of fire as bullets richochet down the hall, raising sparks and filling the hall with a hellish echo of metal on metal. The barrage lets up a moment later and everything falls deathly silent.
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