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Renault turned as Nikola came out of the elevator and asked for him. He already knew what the man was here about and he had already faced the facts about this assault. This is a do or die mission. If they succeed, the Dusicyon would get all the repairs it needs and they would get the platform they would need to rebuild the Tiranade. If they fail, there would be no survivors. "Yes, Quirke. I am already aware of what you are going to say. Your mentor has kept me up to date with the condition of the engine and your worries." The captain approached him, placing a hand onto his shoulder. Renault stood a head and a half above Nikola and he was imposing, but there was a softness to his voice and posture. "Naturally, I know that you, Grufman, and Cyrek have been keeping the in the air. Your mentor has done well to exaggerate your talents, but he is not far off. Don't worry. We'll be fine in your hands."
Stepping past him, the captain stepped into the elevator and took it several floors down to the armory.
Cyrus was already down in the armory picking through a locker. The armory was small and heavily guarded, two pirates with heavy armor and assault rifles stood in front of a metal gate that barred access to all but authorized crewmates. Cyrus was doing several checks on his rifle, including checking the barrel, realigning the sights, polishing and hand loading them into magazines. Each one carried four rounds but each bullet was a 50. Caliber bullet. He slipped the magazine into it's slot and slapped it in, turning on the safety before moving onto his magnum.
He repeated the process of checking each part and sight before polishing bullets and preparing magnum cylinders for quick reloading. He finished his weapons checks by polishing and sharpening his sword with a whetstone. A primitive tool, but it did the job as well as all the electromagnetamahoohah stuff that Cyrus hated. He slipped into his armor, hooking the metal plates to his shoulders over the light bending suit he wore. He already had his orders to sit back from the battle and follow via rooftops. He made sure that his hip-based grappling hook was battle ready. He pulled up his hood after securing the metal mask and clicked a button on his wrist. The clothing and armor synced up nicely and hexagonal shapes appeared along the metal and cloth, flipping over and enabling the light bending technology that made him nearly invisible.
Once he finished testing his armor he synced up his weapons and confirmed that they worked just as well he finally looked up from his work to see the captain preparing his own weapons. "Hey cap, going with the shield tech today?"
The captain just nodded slowly as he ran through several of the same checks as Cyrus with his own weapons. He stood there watching the captain for a few minutes before feeling like things were quickly getting awkward and scooted out quickly, heading to the elevator and taking it down to the launch bay. Once there, he stepped out to see the others ready to receive their jump gear from Faulkner, whom was patiently standing next to a large black box. He joined the ground team and mingled a bit. "Oh hey there, Cari. I like the crayola hood." He gestured towards her hood and smiled, though it was after he smiled that he realized that he still had his helmet on and he just looked like an ass staring at the robot lady. He promptly shut up.
Renault finally showing up was the cue that Faulkner needed to begin his little speech about what he had in the black box. He opened it up and started to hand out foot long black sticks to everybody. "Alright you sorry excuse for MAGGOTS-"
"Rude." Cyrus blurted out. Faulkner went to slap him upside the head but a clearing of throat from Renault kept him in check.
"AS I WAS SAYING. These are your wing sticks. We will be using this confusing fucking contraptions to drop to the haven, skimming the top side of the clouds in a holographic camouflage and infiltrating like the badasses we are. Once we make landfall, stick together and make a nice and pretty distraction for the Sky team. They will be doing most of the damage to the haven." Once he had them all handed out, he stepped over to a guard rail and hit a button on a pole that was sticking out. Underneath the ship, a man sized hatch opened that unleashed the whipping torrent of winds from outside the ship into the launch bay. Hoods were blown off and clothing started to whip back and forth violently as the group struggled to hold still from the gale force winds of the Dusicyon moving so fast towards it's target.
"You get one tutorial. It's so easy to do that you weren't briefed. Twist it in the middle, disconnect, and make an X with your body in the air. The glider will do the rest." Faulkner didn't wait for questions as he and Renault dived over the hand rail and into the cloud sea at the same time, falling through the hatch. Much of the crew looked at one another, wondering who will make the move first. Cyrus stepped up then, walking up to the rail and flipping the baton in his hand.
"Well. On the list of best ways for me to go out, This would be pretty high up there! He yelled as he fell over the side and fell into the clouds as the others followed suit. Just as he left the hatch, the Dusicyon was far ahead of them and Cyrus was falling to his doom. He fumbled with the baton for a few moments before he finally twisted it with both hands, disconnected each end and struggled to make an X with his body. When he flattened out and did it, a bright white Hologram formed over the back of his body. It was larger and thicker than he was and it caught the wind, knocking what was left out of his lungs and propelling him high into the skies. He gasped for breath as his heart pounded and his ears stung from changing altitudes so quickly, but he started to float down and catch the wind. He wiggled his arms and tested the maneuverability. It was very close to actually flying like some superhero out of a comic. Bringing his arms together would reduce the size of the hologram and let him pick up speed, fanning them out would enlarge it, lowering an arm would bank and turn.
When he finally looked up from the clouds, he was greeted by a great spectacle, the open sky above him with the sun unobstructed, making the cloud sea glow in splendor, the city of Tirbetha was on the horizon, acting as a glorious beacon.
Without more than a few moments notice, he was catching up to the captain along the cloud sea floor, riding the wind and going for the large island in the distance. It was hazy on the horizon, but it was closing fast. They would be there in less than a half hour and he could already feel his trigger finger itching.
Once grouped up with the rest of ground team, they started to ride one another's turbulence, cutting the trip to the island in half. They went unnoticed into the city, but they were still made very well aware of the flak cannons and anti-air going off in an attempt to down the Dusicyon before the attack even begun. Due to the fact that they were still firing like mad, their plan hasn't worked yet. The rest of the team landed promptly and Renault spoke first. Alright, ground team. Fan out and find your way towards the AA guns. They are your first priority. There are four on the island. Try not to destroy them. Remember, we are taking the island not destroying it. I will move on my own to the city mansion where Ulysses will be. One of the AA guns is in the mansion courtyard, I will take it out myself."
"Wait, you can't go alone. I'll go with you," Said Faulkner in protest.
"I will be fine. I know every corner and stone of this place, this was once my home. I will not get caught. Concentrate on taking down those AA guns and clearing out pirates. Do not trust any citizen. If you see a weapon on them, shoot first ask questions later. You have no allies other than your crewmates here. Pay them the same mercy they would offer you, crew." With that, Faulkner saluted the captain and he returned the gesture before taking off into an alleyway, leaving the ground team to start the operation with the AA gun just down the street from where they are now. Cyrus was quick to get started by using his grappling hook to hook onto the roof of a building next to them. He reeled it in and climbed up the side, intending to provide sniper support from above.
Stepping past him, the captain stepped into the elevator and took it several floors down to the armory.
Cyrus was already down in the armory picking through a locker. The armory was small and heavily guarded, two pirates with heavy armor and assault rifles stood in front of a metal gate that barred access to all but authorized crewmates. Cyrus was doing several checks on his rifle, including checking the barrel, realigning the sights, polishing and hand loading them into magazines. Each one carried four rounds but each bullet was a 50. Caliber bullet. He slipped the magazine into it's slot and slapped it in, turning on the safety before moving onto his magnum.
He repeated the process of checking each part and sight before polishing bullets and preparing magnum cylinders for quick reloading. He finished his weapons checks by polishing and sharpening his sword with a whetstone. A primitive tool, but it did the job as well as all the electromagnetamahoohah stuff that Cyrus hated. He slipped into his armor, hooking the metal plates to his shoulders over the light bending suit he wore. He already had his orders to sit back from the battle and follow via rooftops. He made sure that his hip-based grappling hook was battle ready. He pulled up his hood after securing the metal mask and clicked a button on his wrist. The clothing and armor synced up nicely and hexagonal shapes appeared along the metal and cloth, flipping over and enabling the light bending technology that made him nearly invisible.
Once he finished testing his armor he synced up his weapons and confirmed that they worked just as well he finally looked up from his work to see the captain preparing his own weapons. "Hey cap, going with the shield tech today?"
The captain just nodded slowly as he ran through several of the same checks as Cyrus with his own weapons. He stood there watching the captain for a few minutes before feeling like things were quickly getting awkward and scooted out quickly, heading to the elevator and taking it down to the launch bay. Once there, he stepped out to see the others ready to receive their jump gear from Faulkner, whom was patiently standing next to a large black box. He joined the ground team and mingled a bit. "Oh hey there, Cari. I like the crayola hood." He gestured towards her hood and smiled, though it was after he smiled that he realized that he still had his helmet on and he just looked like an ass staring at the robot lady. He promptly shut up.
Renault finally showing up was the cue that Faulkner needed to begin his little speech about what he had in the black box. He opened it up and started to hand out foot long black sticks to everybody. "Alright you sorry excuse for MAGGOTS-"
"Rude." Cyrus blurted out. Faulkner went to slap him upside the head but a clearing of throat from Renault kept him in check.
"AS I WAS SAYING. These are your wing sticks. We will be using this confusing fucking contraptions to drop to the haven, skimming the top side of the clouds in a holographic camouflage and infiltrating like the badasses we are. Once we make landfall, stick together and make a nice and pretty distraction for the Sky team. They will be doing most of the damage to the haven." Once he had them all handed out, he stepped over to a guard rail and hit a button on a pole that was sticking out. Underneath the ship, a man sized hatch opened that unleashed the whipping torrent of winds from outside the ship into the launch bay. Hoods were blown off and clothing started to whip back and forth violently as the group struggled to hold still from the gale force winds of the Dusicyon moving so fast towards it's target.
"You get one tutorial. It's so easy to do that you weren't briefed. Twist it in the middle, disconnect, and make an X with your body in the air. The glider will do the rest." Faulkner didn't wait for questions as he and Renault dived over the hand rail and into the cloud sea at the same time, falling through the hatch. Much of the crew looked at one another, wondering who will make the move first. Cyrus stepped up then, walking up to the rail and flipping the baton in his hand.
"Well. On the list of best ways for me to go out, This would be pretty high up there! He yelled as he fell over the side and fell into the clouds as the others followed suit. Just as he left the hatch, the Dusicyon was far ahead of them and Cyrus was falling to his doom. He fumbled with the baton for a few moments before he finally twisted it with both hands, disconnected each end and struggled to make an X with his body. When he flattened out and did it, a bright white Hologram formed over the back of his body. It was larger and thicker than he was and it caught the wind, knocking what was left out of his lungs and propelling him high into the skies. He gasped for breath as his heart pounded and his ears stung from changing altitudes so quickly, but he started to float down and catch the wind. He wiggled his arms and tested the maneuverability. It was very close to actually flying like some superhero out of a comic. Bringing his arms together would reduce the size of the hologram and let him pick up speed, fanning them out would enlarge it, lowering an arm would bank and turn.
When he finally looked up from the clouds, he was greeted by a great spectacle, the open sky above him with the sun unobstructed, making the cloud sea glow in splendor, the city of Tirbetha was on the horizon, acting as a glorious beacon.
Without more than a few moments notice, he was catching up to the captain along the cloud sea floor, riding the wind and going for the large island in the distance. It was hazy on the horizon, but it was closing fast. They would be there in less than a half hour and he could already feel his trigger finger itching.
Once grouped up with the rest of ground team, they started to ride one another's turbulence, cutting the trip to the island in half. They went unnoticed into the city, but they were still made very well aware of the flak cannons and anti-air going off in an attempt to down the Dusicyon before the attack even begun. Due to the fact that they were still firing like mad, their plan hasn't worked yet. The rest of the team landed promptly and Renault spoke first. Alright, ground team. Fan out and find your way towards the AA guns. They are your first priority. There are four on the island. Try not to destroy them. Remember, we are taking the island not destroying it. I will move on my own to the city mansion where Ulysses will be. One of the AA guns is in the mansion courtyard, I will take it out myself."
"Wait, you can't go alone. I'll go with you," Said Faulkner in protest.
"I will be fine. I know every corner and stone of this place, this was once my home. I will not get caught. Concentrate on taking down those AA guns and clearing out pirates. Do not trust any citizen. If you see a weapon on them, shoot first ask questions later. You have no allies other than your crewmates here. Pay them the same mercy they would offer you, crew." With that, Faulkner saluted the captain and he returned the gesture before taking off into an alleyway, leaving the ground team to start the operation with the AA gun just down the street from where they are now. Cyrus was quick to get started by using his grappling hook to hook onto the roof of a building next to them. He reeled it in and climbed up the side, intending to provide sniper support from above.
