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Alright I'm calling the Female Heavy. CS will be added into this post.



Not done, but the power just flickered and I don't want to lose this by accident.

EDIT! I think I'm done. @FourtyTwo take a look.
Okay I don't understand any of what's going on here then I do the main thread but it seems interesting. So in the words of one of my favorite games.

Hello Delicious friends.
I'm just going to watch this for now...no idea what this is...but seems I dunno interesting.
The Good Doctor Ziplon


It couldn't be a more odd situation. Not two but seven people sat at a Bar table in a Taverna Hole in the Wall kind of place in a section of Kharak town known as High Hive, if only to mask thr fact its a Corp controlled area, at thr moment OmniCore own the local Automated General Intelligence core for the area so they control the businesses. Oddly enough a good place for a bunch of former Alphabet Security Force grunts to settle in. Doesn't hurt they all belonged to the same company back in the Force, and most of them owe their survival to the dark furred bobcat sitting with them.

One of their number lowers her glass, "So Corpsman, where did you go after they chased us off? I some of us came here. Captain Koloa went to Parthio Two and the rest of Command are at Uoltoriia out on the rim, but you just vanished. What gives?" Dar sipped his drink a nice heady carbonated hard cider, was nice going down helped there was a hint of 'nip in it. He'd be going home back to thr Dee with a good buzz, "Weel fur yer speirins trooper, ah wanted tae git oot o' sight o' th' corp. Bin tae lang 'n' that damned general left me wi' a ill taste." He nodded and the rest joined him. One of the others sighing "I want to apologize for not being able to net that auto doc Boss." Darien quuirked an eyebrow, "Honestly mah laddie a'm waantin' tae ken howfur ye figured oot ah wis 'ere 'n' howfur ye knew ah micht need something lik' an auto doc. That thare is a gift unlike ony else fur a ship boord medic." The man a great bear chuckles, "Only the best for the company Doc, you know that. Atleast we all got together again for it right? Ninth company, Count the..." he's joined by the rest ,"...Ninth!" They all shout together. A clatter as their glasses and cups crash together. Corpo military types huh?

It'd be some time later a slightly shit faced bobcat roams back into the ship singing some odd tune nonsensical in the bobcats situation well in his cups and dosed on catnip no less. The words of "Aikendrum, aikendrum" echo as the bobcat marches up and down the halls outside the medway.
Carl troops down the ramp on the heels of the others. One hand holding his lmg the other already tugging his Carl Gustav off his back. He peers about loading the launcher with one hand. Bracing the LMG and rattling off a short burst at some opfor. As he does he spots the approaching vehicles coming. He snarled then shouted, "Anti material teams!?" Two squads humping up beside him. A pair of 2nd LTs giving Carl nods,"You all see that armor?" The troops nod and start setting up, as Carl let's his lmg hang, "Well I don't want too." There's a Crack from somewhere near by and an opfor with a shotgun flies out from behind cover a hole in his chest from something big having hit him.

Victor moved forward face in his helmet straight there is something to just doing the job. He pointed to his side directing a group of soldiers who turned and opened fire, "Get rid of him." He called barely breaking stride. He flicks his eyes and his rocket pod snap clicks and a volley of rockets hiss up climbing then their smart munitions capability kicks in turning them, dropping the munitions down on a sandbag bunker. Explosions shouts of shock then rattles of weapons fire. Victor barely slowed, the barracks ahead his target. He'd get there, there is nothing to stop him. He leveled his Denel and coughed several rounds ahead, scattered responding opfor as they tried to set up a defense against their fast offense. He turned hearing several booms.

Carl had lined up a shot, the other AT units doing the same. A volley of AT fire flaring across the distance obliterating a few of the IFVS and armored vehicles. Carl shouted, "Reload fire at will then we move." Soon a second anti material and snti tanks ranks streak down the tarmac. More vehicles rolling over or going up in flames. Carl then shouldered his launcher, "Up we get folks." And as one the two teams of anti armor troops ship their hear and are hurrying to catch up with the main force.

Above and behind Nolan breathes slowly eye to scope. He pushed the bolt forward and a moment later the air about them displaced as another big round snarled down. The support of a HMG that the enemy was trying to get emplaced pops free sheered off at the brace point. The gun tilting then falling. Nolan works the bolt and whispers, "Three..." eye back to sight, scope moving smooth, "Next target..."

It's gods work and good work. That's what it is.
Sorry that took so long I couldn't decide on how I wanted to go through with this post. HAd to just sit and do something or I'd have sat on that for another few days.
Huff....huff...huff..huff...

Slowly reality returned. And he felt it. The feel of cooling blood, a cooling body under him. He'd lost his head again he realized. He looked down at the mangled form of what used to be a woman under him. He'd instinctual braced the woman under him with a knee. With a shift a pull and a twist his tomahawk came free with a wet around.

He took stock carefully the team is alive. The skinnies dead or dying. They could call that a success. It's only after he sees the others begin looting that he begins to rifle his kills pockets. Chewing gum a condom, a medal of some kind. He riches down and grabs the woman's weapon from across her back. He gives a whistle. "I'm glad we didn't try and make this a firefight and we caught them by surprise." He lifted an Ithaca 37 up, he palmed back the slide seeing a round loaded and a thumb at the chamber slide showed rounds in the barrel. A quick look again through pockets and a few loose shells are gathered, "Anyone want something secondary? I dont have enough stamina to carry this thing too." Its a find alright. He keeps a hold of it for now but the offer is open.

They moved on Hayden staying in a second position for now pistol unstowed held to his side, and finally out, and the compound wall ahead of them. Hayden looked around and along. He knew where this was going. "Alright get my happy ass up there I'll boost you all up and over. Then we gotta do this clean. If we're good about this we won't have to worry about those outside the compound. He braced and then took a few running steps put his foot in Sean's waiting hands and with Sean's help he's airborne briefly. A hand reaching up and catching the walls top ledge. He scrambles abit getting purchase and somehow not kicking Sean in the head. Soon though he's up peering around then bracing and reaching down, "Next?"

It's about 10 minutes maybe 12 to get everyone up and over. And then Hayden drops beside the others. His voice pitched down, "Alright. Let's kill us a psycho batch." He lead the way unshipping his Bren making ready for combat. Luck would have it they could side flank the court yard that Melanie had them in before. No sign of the Corp report that had lead them in. But there stands the savage bitch herself. Growling out orders as she watched a old CRT television showing the carnage outside. She waved that rebar spear of hers around like a baton.

Hayden looked around then nudged Beth pointing up on the far side of the courtyard above Mel, a sentry with a AK, "Pop that one at the start." He hisses then motions military sign on display, "Spread out multiple angles. We open when Beth here drops that watcher. Pick your targets then we all rock and roll on Melanie. I'll provide mass fire to distract them." He looked at them, "Sorry I just feel that the best way to do this...and suggestions?"
Darien Ziplon


Darien sat at one of the tables back to the mess hall doors because he had a modicum of trust on the ship. You can trust your shipmates, just as you trust your squad mates and company unit. If you can't trust the people you work with...well you're in the wrong unit. He noshed away at the food and listened to the banter. Pleasant news around. Anxi landed a way into Dock supplies by the sound if it, good on her. And a diagnostic panel had been found. And discussions were going on about if it could be installed.

The bobcat scoops up the last dregs on his plate and is just sopping up the last bits with a piece of bread when his comunit beeps and shakes. The older fellow riches for it, stopping brief to wipe his hands, then grabbing the com unit up and thumbing it on. His eyes narrowed pupils slitting. "Whit th' hell? this is a auld contact." The bobcat read the message."Na wey, cannae be. This haes gotta be some kind o' peely-wally joke." He looked over at the captain "Sur let's nae celebrate yit, cause a dinnae ken if this is true or nae, bit someone fae back in mah alphabet days says thay hae a surplus auto doc unit that thay kin secure fur me. Thay wantae catch up wi` ower in th' heich hive district. Something lik' that cuid be a gift 'n' mair. "

The old bobcat looked at Evren "If hee haw else ought tae gang ower 'n' titch base. If tis anither corpsman micht be able tae hampden roar some supplies if th' auto doc thing is a deid leid." He gave the young captain a smile, "Sound a'richt tae ye laddie?"

The bobcat is already rising to his feet to put his plate and utensils into the washer. The man is military in thr end so permission from his CO would be nice. Just trying to be polite in the end. And yes respectful too.
Ahhhh okay. I thought we were still in orbit and was confused on that order sorry.
@PerfectThought

Thank you I'm getting mixed messages here.
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