Vet team, you're going in to set up the portals to heph and guard them as you get people in. We've given you several remotes to open the portals, so you should be good even if you lose one of them somehow. You guys got one job: get down there and get as many people as you can through that portal. Doesn't matter who they are, as long as they're not obviously sick with something horrible (Stop the people who have ebola) or carrying a rocket launcher, let em through. Protect the portal. The newbie teams are at your command for this. Expect this to get messy; there are gonna be people who want to take the portal for themselves. There are gonna be people who want your weapons, your gear, your ships and your internal organs. And there are gonna be people who just get caught up in the riot fever. Expect things to burn. Stay as long as you can then kill the portal and get out. We got several places to go so don't go dying on the first stop.
You're used to this by now. Your gear is sitting on the bed, a towel waiting on top of it. You're out the door in just over a minute, suited and armed, floating down the hall toward the hanger. Nyars is coming out of the bar, bat on his shoulder. He watches you pass with a placid expression. You cycle through the hanger airlock and out into the hanger just as the blast doors finish opening. The Supervets are already taking of by the time you float up to your ship and get strapped in. The skeletal frames of the hot drop ships vanish into the blue of the planetary ocean before the back hatch of the shuttle begins to close.
>This is a simple one, people. Crowd control. Get them into the portal and leave before the city burns down. I'd recommend setting down somewhere where you can get people in easily but also keep the place well defended. Choose your LZ and we'll head down. Newbie teams have your back; just remember to duck when they start shooting. We don't expect much in the way of former UWM forces here, but the populace no doubt has its own mobs and warlords, and they won't hesitate to use force. Team leaders, I'm giving you a program. Its a remote disable for the portal system in case the remote gets lost. And by disable I mean it activates an explosive in the remote. Don't use it unless you need to. And make sure to target the right remote.
The quiet of decent is mundane. The rattle of reentry is banal. It's only once the waves and roar of surf reaches your ears that you begin to feel excitement, fear and anticipation. After a few minutes of descent the shuttle starts broadcasting images of the outside to you. You're about a quarter of a mile up off the ground, hovering above an expanse of rotten brown. Semilunar Island is a crescent shaped ridge of black stone and mossy vegetation jutting from the sea, and along its inner curve a floating city of shacks and tents has been erected, spreading unevenly out into the ocean for what looks like several miles. It's a great scab of rusted metal, sun rotted plastic tarps, black tires, multicolored nylon ropes, ties and metal barrels, all undulating in the surf. The sea around it is choked with garbage and stained with filth and anaerobic algae. The shuttle dips lower.
>Where do we wanna land? What we looking for?
(I suggest Firestorm and Blizzard coordinates this landing together, doing it independently is asking for trouble. )
>Beginning Transmission of the Truth across all radio bands, hijacked television stations and other communication systems as well as the shuttle broadcast system. Get ready teams, things are about to get ugly.
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