"This is getting kind of ridiculous. Anyway Thomas, May seems to be suffering from a coagulant booster overdose, so some anti-coagulants should help. However, to prevent her from bleeding out, I'm going to seal the wound with medifoam first, before applying a couple."
Spray medifoam over May's wound, then give her two normal-strength anti-coagulants, and check her vital signs. Once done with that, tend to Bruce by putting any displaced vital organs back inside his body, and spraying medifoam over his wound.
"I wonder how long it will be before Steve starts taking bets on the number of teamkills per mission."
[Team A Medic - Mesk]
Help Kyle, give him advice and directions.
"First you give her the anti-coags... remember the knee bone's connected to the foot bone... wait, shit."
[Med:6+1-1]
[mesk med:2+2+1]
Together Nicholas and Mesk work to stabilize May, pumping her up with just the right amount of coagulants and anti-coagulants. They get her back to a stable state, not bleeding, not in the middle of a dang stroke, but her body has taken a lot of stress.
Bruce, on the other hand, is pretty terribly fucked up. The razor has half cut half exploded pretty much everything in his lower abdomen. Medifoam would help but...You can freaking see what he had for dinner last night! It's right there next to what used to be a...gall bladder maybe? At best the Mesk-olas team can stabilize him for immediate evac to stasis. Because he's gonna hit sepsis here sooner or later. Probably a lot sooner.
[Lars- Team B Chaplain]
Lars sighed. "Steve, save us all..."
Do whatever Milno says. Oversee evac if not countermanded.
You stand around, waiting for orders and shaking your head over the carnage spread out before you. Pathmas Help us.
[Team B Leader=Milno]
"Bruce was retarded anyway and he had it coming." he said, keeping his crouched position atop the statue and overseeing the surrender of the blueshirts.
Wait for the blueshirts to start leaving the buildings, round them up and escort them to the APCs.
A
Jim
Simus
Bruce
Mesk
Ashley
B
Milno
Lars
May
Thomas
Kyle
You continue to wait when rather suddenly you hear something from the building to the left. It sounds like something striking something else at high speed. The sound repeats several more times before, after a long pause, men start pouring out of the building on the left, headed for the entrance of the plaza. The leader of the band splits off from the group and wanders toward the building on the right.
((What May is hearing right now in spazz-mode.))
Stop dying.
You have stopped dying. You are not awake yet though. Not quite ready for that yet.
The Crowd of men, wearing bodyarmor painted blue, walks past Milno and into the hall, walking toward the APC's all the way back at the elevator. They stare at the Team with the same distrustful borderline fear that the team is looking at them with.
Team C and D"Watch out Sambo!"
Blast the glass and rush right through to pin the person on the other side!
[con:1]
You fire right through the two way mirror, which shatters and reveals the small room behind it. And the Young man tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth....and a big hole in his chest.
Oops.
Name:Flint/Deeper Scum - Team C - Fortress of Doom, Dungeon, 1st Floor
Flint listened to Feyri and silently agreed. The UWM did not care. They did not care about the HMRC. They did not care about the non-humans. They did not care about these colonists. They didn't even care about their own citizens. The UWM had become in its way the perfect government, craving power for the sake of power, with a single minded goal: the perpetuation of its existence. A government without ideals or even a goal other then survival. There must be a way to strike against this beast. Even the simplest act of resistance would help, but what to do... Suddenly an idea began forming in him.
"Hey guys, I've got an idea. You know that there's a disease around here. It will probably be even more prominent on the lower levels. There is something I'd like to try out once we finish on this level. It will help us with what we will face. I think it may be our only chance to try it."
Hopefully command wouldn't get suspicious.
Break the lock to the cell door with my chisel. If that doesn't work just break the door. "Death to the tyranny of doors!" Start exploring the beyond-the-door as quietly as I can.
You jam your chisel into the lock and it breaks open with a loud Clang. That done, you poke your head out into the hall beyond and look around. There are several more doors in this hall, and to the right is a 4 way intersection which looks like it's part of the main hall leading from the main doors.
Team D - Lukas - PD entrance
"Uhm, Miyamoto? Maybe this is not such a good idea after all. I think we may be standing too close and I am worried that my shot might take down the building with our teammates in it."
Abort shot! When ready, get Lukas and others nearby to cover and try to shoot some holes in the fortified wall with the handheld particle cannon (sniper thing) instead.
((sorry for double post btw))
You depower your cannon and whip out your sniper rifle. You point the rifle at wall and wait for everyone to give you an all clear to fire.
((That was hilarious. Thomas seems to have gone a bit serial killer on us. 
))
Team D Leader Faith, Fortress Entrance
Faith sighed. She could understand caution, but this seemed more like they were being stymied by low walls and a lack of obvious things to shoot. Plus now Feyri was getting a bit agitated.
"So... do we have a plan anymore, or...?"
She figured as long as she was being useless, she might as well continue to give diplomacy a shot. She cranked up her speakers for another futile attempt.
"Seriously, what do you have to lose by sending someone out to talk to us? It's not like you can just wait us out, and even if you did manage to defeat our crack team of murderous psychopaths, giant killer robots and magical fires and everything, what's the point hanging around here? We've seen the farming areas, you know. You're fucked without some evac or outside supply.
Oh and we've got a second squad that got your buddies to surrender in the governing district and the UWM proper is coming in after us, plus the one guy you managed to hit of ours is fine again. Even saying you've got the numbers is misleading here."
Futile diplomacy.
You get no response. God it's like talking to a wall....or Feyri...
Get out of the way of Bishop, preferably behind something that will stop Sambo getting cut apart by glass and/or shot. Have laser rfile ready to fire.
Over comms, but not speakers, say:
"I'll be in there right behind you Bishop. Are we talking, or just shooting? We never even bothered with interrogation rooms back in the army. Just shoot the arseholes and go through their stuff afterwards. Saves bullshit, liars and traitors."
Shoot anyone that takes a shot at us as the glass is broken.
(( Urrgh, the one time my net busts, it's when I'm rocket-launched into an interrogation room. ))
You don't think that the dead man who is tied to a chair is gonna give you much trouble.
"This is getting tedious, not to mention dangerous. We're splitting our forces, not communicating-- what are you finding in there? No contact, yet?-- and is anyone going to give me a lift up there? I am sure as, well, whatever is sure in life not accomplishing much standing around down here."
"Excuse me, Jack." Feyri said as she stared down the jail cell wall, On guard for any sound or putting her audio sensors towards the floor//walls to get a clearer hearing other than her own team's work, after examining what kind of composition-in-general the floors and walls, and ceiling was made of. Rock...metal...wood? "but we're run into a tactical problem here.
"Doors. A locked door. Probably rigged it with explosives and retreated towards the inner areas, probably the Armory. Yes I'm thinking out loud. I won't bother how much I don't like this place, but hey- nobody answered me if a fungus could live without oxygen, and in a depressurized atmosphere anyway so whatever."
Feyri took a deep breath before slumping to the ground, sitting as she held her gauss rifle at the ready, aiming past the door. Her thoughts were muddled.
Calm down.
How can I calm down?! I've seen and heard nothing bu-
-t cryptic messaging, vague rumors of insubordination in Teams A and B, and then we're faced with a whole Bastion of probable humans who shoot and don't say whatever!
I mean, DEEPER SCUM can mean anything! We're frickin' miners judging by the suits we're wearing, or perhaps they mean how we blasted their people at the door!
And they say I'm the cynical and jerk-ish one. Heh. Heh.
No enemies. More time to plan. Why are you thinking explosives?
Feyri looked at the floor, nudging a speck of presumed dirt before aiming down her scope in thought.
Oh fine. Explosives. Well, I have no darn idea! Miners use explosives and I'm still thinking they're either rebels, or guys who don't want the government helping! We're technically with the damned government, even though they treat us as their henchmen with the lowest wage - nothing!
Aye, its not like theres something else waiting. What does silence say that firepower and guns can't?
Nothing much...I guess?
And then there was cheese. And fish. Red Herrings!
...WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! WE'RE NOT EVEN SCUM TO BOOT, AND WE HAVEN'T GONE DEEPER AND WH-...
Feyri perked up at an idea. She was too focused on being too sensitive to notice what was going on around her, but being called names in her youth taught her to look deeper into meanings. Why didn't she get this earlier!
Scum. Yes, this could allude to who they aforementionably were, but the people trapped in here didn't know it was specifically the HMRC knocking at their door.
Deeper... Scum.
What were they doing?
After a few seconds in a state of preparation, fear and excitement, Feyri took another deep breath and issued a transmission in the clearest voice she had over the squad, and interteam comm on a secure channel.
"Hey all. Feyri here. The guys at the Police Station called us Deeper Scum, aye?
"Well, I think we're following their cryptic curse. I don't think they think we're miners anymore. I think they want us to go deeper into this fortress. Whether taunt, jeer, challenge...I don't know. Their weapons can break bulletproof plastic shields though. Riot shielding, I hope I'll- Stop rambling. Focus, girl.
"Let me restate. Deeper, Scum."
You put your audio senors, ie ears, against the walls and floor, trying to hear anything. You hear someone shoot and the shattering of glass, but no yelling and no further shots. How bizarre. The floors, walls and pretty much everything structural appear to be made of metal.
Stacy, Team C Physimancer, Inside Police Department.
Quietly stand in an unoccupied and untargeted corner, mind my own business. Keep an ear out for any suspicious noises.
You skulk into a corner and sit and listen. You hear glass breaking and the hum of a gauss rifle, but thats the only thing that strikes you as Out of the ordinary.
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