[center][h2][color=#FF7800]Boraro[/color]
Fireteam Poseidon[/h2][/center][hr]Ebrima was the last one out of the SDV, hanging back as the now unburdened submersible ascended a few feet. Once he made sure it had stabilized again, the autopilot was compensating for any currents trying to shift it around and the locator was working, he enabled the image intensifier in his helmet and swam for the surface, trying not to think about the depths below him which naturally made him think about the depths below him. The fish that almost bumped into him, completely unbothered by this unfinned alien creature in its front yard was almost taunting him, but imagining all the ways he could cook the cheeky prick proved a nice distraction.

Switching off the NODs he climbed out of the water, pouring it out of the weapon barrels and scanning the structure above them, Ebrima gave Ban a pat on the back to indicate he was behind him, ready to move and that he’d let him lead. Skye clearly trusted the man, but Ebrima would’ve preferred to see how he worked at least a little bit in person. Ideally that wouldn’t be done on an operation, least of all one with stakes such as these, but life had a way of being an absolute bastard. He suppressed a snicker at the thought of Freya, the second biggest person in the team, being the sneaky one, but technology was amazing like that.
[center][h2][color=#FF7F7F]Enri Uemura[/color]
Fireteam Viking[/h2][/center][hr]Her efforts to mess with Artemis comms were repelled with annoying determination and when she couldn’t get anywhere with it in the next 60 seconds without getting a signal analyzer between two Artemis radios, she went petulant and instead turned her sights on IFF systems. Not much she could do about automated emplacements without the involved dance she did with the AA guns, but the personal IFF beacons weren’t as protected, Artemis likely expecting their troops to be able to discern targets on their own, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t have a harder time when every single Artemis man and woman on the field suddenly lost BLUFOR tracking. She’d been so deep in the zone she had to be shaken out of it by Raph when it came time to get out.

Dismounting added another step into the communications daisy-chain. Tablet, personal radio, hovercraft, allied network up to several steps, hostile network again with more steps possible. They were losing whole microseconds here! Her inward grumbling was interrupted by the sounds of Jamie going to work. She was involuntarily captivated by the carnage for a little bit, but only until she saw a torso and legs go flying in different directions whereupon she huddled up into a ball behind a solid looking container, holding onto her head as if worried her brain would bail out and flee.

But then her brain got some traction, the perfectionist in her recognizing a golden opportunity. SHe reached out to grab Raph by the arm, probably throwing off a shot or two. [color=#FF7F7F]”I need one of their radios! Any radio!”[/color] There was half a body not that far away, but Enri’s voice made it clear that this was her hidey hole and she was not getting out until they had to move on the tower. Maybe 25 seconds later, Raph came back with not one, but three Artemis radios, correctly deducing that some might have been damaged by the carnage. Connecting them to the Rosetta Tablet, it worked on the second try and Enri Uemura now had access to the Artemis local communications network. She set one AI to analyze the ongoing communications, record voice patterns and figure out which voices belonged where in the command structure while a second one cooked up bogus orders and reports, sending them to one of the allied ships for a final yes or no before transmitting them.

Just in time for the repeater control center to be cleared. She desperately wished she had a closed helmet like she saw some of the Raven operators had to keep the iron smell of blood out as she entered the structure, blissfully unaware of what had just transpired in there. Setting the Rosetta Tablet on a nearby table to alert her to any problems outside that needed her attention, she pulled up a blood-free chair to a terminal and sank into it. [color=#FF7F7F]”Highball estimate, ten minutes.”[/color] She let everyone know and then she was mentally elsewhere again.