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[Draignean]

Thanks, the post is updated.

[Taricus]

"We're being paradropped, what kind of AA do they have?"

[Draignean]

Yvonne shakes her head. "First, that wasn't the question I asked. Second, none. This building's Anti-air are mounted on the main dome, and this isn't paradrop, not exactly. The danger is that it is effectively midnight, the only light is a refraction off of Zeus' corona, if we're lucky it's 60 below, and once we breach the outside of the structure we'll have about a half-minute to get inside before the building identifies the damage and curtains the breach with an energy field. The praetor will give you your part of the battle plan in more detail."

[Taricus]

"What equipment might the current occupants be using?"

[Draignean]

"Better conventional weapons and armor on average since they control the armory, less psionics. The independents have an ongoing power struggle, so the faction that is currently in control of the armory will have the best stuff, while the dregs will be pretty damn poorly armed."

[Tarran]

You quoted my post into both Taricus's turn and mine. You also called Trol Troll. Fail?

"I've never had any parachute simulations before. Never got the chance. I've watched some old movies before, though."

[Draignean]

You quoted my post into both Taricus's turn and mine. You also called Trol Troll. Fail?

*Failpalm* (X2 for failing when making this post as well)



Yvonne gives Tarran an eye. "Then heaven help you all. Just count it out and you'll be fine, pull your chute on six and a half."

[Tarran]

Adding onto that, you just put your text in my quote in your post.

[Taricus]

Stop harassing him.

[Draignean]

Stop harassing him.

All's fair, I poked his grammar earlier so we're even.

Fixed earlier post, will run the update in an hour or so. Have to take care of some stuff.

[Draignean]

All: After longer than you would have thought possible the elevator stops smoothly, the doors of the elevator open just as smoothly onto the maintenance section for the broadcasters. The room is already occupied by twelve people, one standing by himself and the others in groups of three. Yvonne Joins one of the groups making them into four person teams, and she motions for your group to stand with the rest. As you join them the man standing alone addresses everyone. "Now that the drowsy layabouts have been accounted for we can move on. The independents have fortified the primary entrances to their section, they've done this by removing the goddamn floors on everything above the ground floor in sections near all the entrances. That means that no one and nothing can get in normally without stepping into a killbox that will shred you into plant fertilizer before you can cry." The man has a voice like sandpaper, if he were chewing a cigar it would fit right in. "Now, your job is to jump off of this building, land on their roof and slide through a hole the Shrikes make for you." One of the groups of four armed with what appear to be homemade rocket launchers nods and exchange grins. "To do this you will each take one of the packs from that wall, you will get on top of the building and jump off. You will then count to six and a half seconds and pull your chute. If you wait too long you will break your legs on their roof, too soon and you'll either freeze to death or be blown too far of course to get to the hole in time. Each group leader is provided with one of these." The man holds up a small black box with a button on it. "When you pull your chute, press this button once. The shrikes will blow a hole in the roof for you to get inside, you must be in the hole in thirty-two seconds or you will be locked outside, where you will die. When you are inside the facility work your way back into the complex towards our dome, you must capture the killbox that leads directly into our section. Once you have the situation under control press the same button three times, that calls us in to do our jobs. If you have any questions you can ask them in an hour, when we're celebrating, or burying you. Give them Hell.

The man nods to the groups and approaches you. "Which one of you lazy idiots has the misfortune of being the leader?"

[Trollan]

"NOT IT!"

[Taricus]

"Tarran"

[Tarran]

"Fine, fine. Cowards. I'll go first. But on one condition: You two come right behind me."

[Taricus]

"Alright, I'll provide fire support"