A rescue team is sent to recover a Raptor crew. They walk into a trap.
Location: Kunnar Provence, Canceron
Related Scenes: None
Scene Number: 764
-- On Vanguard --
There was a scramble order for the Marines to report to the briefing room for a priority mission. When they arrive, a bus driver and ECO are already waiting, as a map is brought up on the projector. "Two hours ago, one of our Raptors went down under heavy fire near grid Eastings 53. The wingman reported that the Raptor was able to make a controlled landing. A Cylon patrol was spotted less than ten clicks away and was advancing on the position. You're to recover the pilot and ECO and deny the Raptor to the enemy." the briefing officer explains, taking a few questions before sending everyone off to the hangar to load into one of the Raptors to be taken to the surface.
-- On Canceron --
As the Raptor breaks atmosphere, the smoke of where the Raptor went down is thick in the air, trailing along the sky in a lazy arc. The rescue Raptor makes a landing at an abandoned Ranger Fire Watchtower about two kilometers away from the crash site, allowing the Marines to disgorge so that they can organize into a team and start to make their way towards the crash site once they have it figured out.
Remington hefts his rifle to his shoulder, falling into the line, knowing one thing for certain - he's not going to be the one in charge.
Geoff disembarks with the rest of the pack, falling in, eyes alert. At least he's gotten decent sleep for once.
Lyn hops down out of the raptor, the recon scout looking to the higher ranking grunts for orders. She has her rifle unslung and moves to where she can keep an eye on the surroundings.
The joys of being a Corporal - you know that no matter what, no one's going to be looking to you for instructions. At least provided the shit really hasn't hit the fan. The worst part of that entire awards ceremony and the like was the fact that they removed the 'Lance' from Charlie's title. Maybe that's the reason behind her charge into the sniper's fire the other day. She's trying to get knocked back down. Who knows! The recon spent most of the flight napping -- or so it'd seemed -- but has leapt right to duty once they're off their ride, checking over her gear and gun, fanning out from the bird to make room for the others disembarking and to keep an eye out.
Abigail follows along towards the end of the group, once again wearing that specialized armor, because you never know when something is going to need disarming. She has her rifle though, moving into position as the squad starts to come down by the watchtower.
Staff Sergeant Rothschild is silent most of the way down to the ground, weapon resting across her knees and head back against the seat's headrest. She looks up only when the Raptor comes odwn for a landing, and then she is grabbing up her gear and preparing to disembark. She is not the first to get her boots on the ground, but she's not the last. Her gaze sweeps the area almost out of instinct, and then she glances toward the other Staff Sergeants that are assigned to this mission, and she gestures gracefully for one of them to take point.
Tavo had his spot by the door again, SAW slung at his right side, holding onto the grab bar with his left. The firebase might be empty, but he still rises up and snugs the heavy weapon to his shoulder, ready for ground fire as the door opens. "Everybody up and out! Recon to the front." Scanning the area, he finally steps off the Raptor, looking around the group, "Arda, you're on point. Wagner, you're slack." First and second in the patrol. "Cain, you're trail," last in line. "Walker, when we hit the Raptor, you're in charge of demo. If we're hit during movement, Rothschild and I lay down covering fire, Courtois, Walker, and Cain, you're the movement force, hit them in the flank while we hold them. Let's move, people, time to get on the heel-and-toe express, we've got navy pukes to pick up."
Walker, Abigail nod, as she steps out, allowing the rest of the team to fall into their set positions before she takes up hers. A quick pass of a free hand over the odds and ends she has tucked all around, as well as in the pack on hr back and she nods. She's as ready as she'll ever be.
"Sir," Geoff Courtois replies as a confirmation that he's got his orders. He rolls out with the rest, falling in near Abigail, rifle at the down-ready.
Lyn keeps her ears cocked towards Gustavo's orders, but her eyes never stop moving over the terrain, looking for anything out of the ordinary. "Copy that," she murmurs, then she slides off into the trees, swiftly and silently. The reason for her callsign of "Ghost" is immediately apparent as she vanishes like she was never there.
As Lyn and Charlie make their way through the forested area, the sound of snapping gun fire rings out in the canopy. The Raptor crashed through the canopy and is tangled in the vines of the trees that caught it. The Raptor's nose is settled into the soft ground, and both pilot and ECO are alive and currently in a firefight with a squad of Centurions that are attempting to surround them for capture.
Lyn can easily spot a pair of Cylons that are keeping the flight team pinned down as the other Centurions move around into flanking positions, while Charlie can see down the trail that there is a faint glint of metal that could possibly be reinforcement Cylons.
Slack is pretty much Charlie's middle name. Well, alright, if you add an er after it. Either way, the woman has no issue with this and was practically on the line anyway. She rolls her shoulders, checks that the safety is off (even if it's on single-fire initially). She gets the rifle up to her shoulder and starts scanning as they walk. THere's a gesture, at the trail. Hand up, SOP to indicate Cylon reinforcements on their way. Approximate numbers from what she can tell, but at least the direction they're coming from.
Falling into the back of the line, Remington Cain can't really complain, he gets to enjoy the view while watching the rest of the squad move forward. His rifle swings towards the ground, as he moves along until Charlie is cutting them off, and he slips off the trail to move into position.
Once the enemy is spotted, Abigail moves in to position with Geoff and Remi, bringing her weapon to bear, scanning for the best place to maneuver for the forward push.
When Charlie and Lyn signal the enemy ahead, Tavo steps off the trail 'by the numbers' by second nature, moving to one side of the trail while expecting those ahead of him and behind him to move to the other. He nods to the Recon troopers, then points to Charlie and to himself and Rothschild and then a short distance ahead to where the Cylons are pinning down the flight crew. A gesture encapsulates the rest of the squad and then after the flanking toasters, his features grim. A slight modification of the plan to take into account the fact that the scouts got them there without bumbling into an ambush of their own. And then he's giving the magazine of his SAW a tap to make sure it's seated and snugging the butt of the weapon into his arm. No time like the present, not with Colonial personnel under fire.
Lyn whispers into her comm, "We have eyes on the downed bird. Pilot and Eco are alive but pinned down. Two toasters engaging them. Others moving to flank, possibly a full squad here. Engaging!" She stays behind a tree and leans around it to snipe at one of the centurions engaging the two navy men.
There's a sort of grunt for understanding as she's gestured ahead to where the officers are pinned down and Charlie peels away to start in that direction. When she spots a Centurion laying suppressive fire on the pilot and ECO, the woman works on moving towards a position that will, one can hope, provide her with an angle to get a good shot in return.
The gesture from Tavo catches Rothschild attention, and she offers a vague nod before she draws her SAW up into her shoulder, and resting her finger alongside the trigger of her weapon. She follows along in a smooth pace, and when she moves up closer to Tavo, but not close enough to cluster in together, she brings up her weapon to the Cylons pinning down the Raptor crew.
As the two sides trade fire, the Cylon that was pinning down the pilot and ECO is gunned down in a hail of gunfire. The falling Cylon gives Tapout and Grasshopper a chance to break away from the Raptor and start to make their run towards the rescue squad - that is until there is a muzzle flash from the treeline, a shot fired at the back of Tapout as he runs. There was one more Cylon in the squad, painted black, the muzzle flash from the sniper rifle visible for just a moment before it pulls back. Surely they weren't using the crew as bait for the recuse squad, right?
Remi gives a sharp grunt as he's hit and growls, raising his rifle as he prepares to continue to return fire, a breath of 'frakkers' in Tauran beneath his breath.
Lyn grunts as she one of the Cylons manages to graze her upper left arm with a shot. As blood slowly dribbles from the shallow wound, she manages to dive aside his next shot, and get behind another tree, which takes another shot in her stead. She glances at her arm for just a second, notes that the damage is superficial, and fires back at the Cylon who nicked her.
Geoff trips on the terrain, making him a little slow out of the gate, but his sudden dip means that not too many bullets come his way, either. This volley, he's got his rifle under control and ready to fire once he gets to the next bit of cover.
The sound of the engagement is enough to bring her focus to a pinpoint. Rothschild sees one of the two Cylons in her sights drop, but then there is a searing blast of pain through her leg, and she almost drops to that knee in shock of the pain. She tightens her jaw, fixing her eyes on the offtending Cylon with a flash of brown eyes. Warm wetness trickles down her leg, but she cannot spare a thought to that. After all, the adrenaline smothers out the pain. For now.
Abigal manages to tag one of the centurians attacking the pinned down raptor team, but it doesn't go down. Thankfully, neither do either of the sailors needing rescue. She takes aim and tries her best for second time lucky.
Tavo finds a tree to get behind before he opens up, pumping shots into the pair of Cylons pinning down the pilot and the ECO with a juddering roar that drives an ache into his wounded right arm and bruised shoulders. The bullets scatter around the pair of Centurions, chewing up underbrush and trees -- and a burst of fire comes whipping back at him in turn. One bullet hits the tree he's sheltering behind, and then he's moving again, the bullets whipping through the air behind him. He flips down the bipod at the front of his SAW as he moves, skidding to a stop behind a fallen log and a fern. It's not enough to cover his entire body -- it's hard to find solid cover when you're approximately the size of a bus -- but it's better than nothing. He braces the bipod on the tree-trunk and leans into the weapon, slewing the weapon around to the flanking force.
There's a grimace from Charlie as one of the Cylons firing manages to get a deeper shot in than she's strictly used to. The woman winces, pressing back against a tree as she checks her rifle. Frak, that hurts. Right across the shoulder, too. At least the plating in her armor is still intact. She breathes out with it, pulling the straps on her gear tighter over the wound itself so that she can keep her weapon in place without exacerbating the wound further. Working to clear a hole for the officers to get out and to the ride back to the Vanguard.
Lyn dips, ducks, dodges, and dives to avoid a burst of fire from the Centurion she's been volleying with. She spins and raises her rifle again, around the trunk of the tree, only to see him get his shiny head blown off. She wheels quickly and lays eyes on her next target, that frakking sniper.
Barely a graze, as Abigail takes a nother shot or three at the centurian she's been pinging away at. Of course, that does nothing to aid her own cause, and after the round of fire, she takes a knee. No, it only looks that way, in truth, she drops to her knee, the impact of a bullet, high on her thigh causing the leg to momentarily crumple. No worries, she's still able to shoot, and she gives it another go.
Tapout suddenly flies forward, sliding into the dirt as his chest nearly explodes from the hit that he takes from the muzzle flash. The Centurion that hit him reloads, and switches targets, moving to the ECO to try to take a shot at him as well. The remaining Cylons switch to firing at the rescue squad fully as they are opening up in full auto mode, which fortunately leaves them mostly in place as yet another Centurion goes down under the fire.
Remi feels two sharp thumps to his abdomen, but it's that he notices Abigail's hit next to him that has him moving to try to treat her leg injury as the firefight continues. "Keep firing, you're better at it than me." he grunts as he rips out her medical kit to try to wrap her wound.
Geoff's face is tense, with a mild easing when one of his shots strikes true while the other shots winging his way miss him. Unfortunately, his target stays up despite the other shots that collide with it, too. He sees Abigail take a hit from the corner of his eye, and glances her way with some concern. But ultimately, he must focus to fire again.
And there's a flash. Charlie catches it, but too late. It's familiar enough, however, and the woman swears around. "Frak! Sarge, we've got a sniper-" And she's gesturing in the general direction that the fire came from. The Colonial sniper is then angling in that direction, keeping to the tree line. At least she's not running full-on in its direction. Likely intending to shoot that way, too. Because frak those painted toasters.
Tavo blazes his fire across a swathe of terrain between the flanking force and their Cylon targets, bullets spattering into the earth at the base of the fern beside him, and then whipping over his head. One of the targets goes for a tumble, and he looks back to the downed Raptor, grimacing as he sees Tapout go tumbling. Glancing over to Rothschild and Charlie, he growls, "Cover me." He pauses a moment, then adds to Charlie, "Do your counter-sniper thing. Praety, cover me." And then he's up and out, SAW up and turning back to the first target as he rushes toward the clearing with the downed pilot.
The burst fire does it's job, and Rothschild is turning toward Tavo when he growls his command with a wry smile. "As you wish, Gigas." Then she is drawing up her SAW, shoving it deep in her shoulder so she can focus suppression fire on the Centurions that may try to take a piece out of Tavo.
Abigail swats at the big man, as Remi gets to her, not pushing him away, but more a quick tap to his shoulder to wordlessly indicate for him to move out of her line of sight, as she adjusts for her new perspective. She holds still, or at least as still as she can, giving him time to work, while she tries, once again, to go for the centurian she's been picking away at.
The Ghost seems like she might be more spirit than flesh as the shots from another Cylon whizz by her, never connecting. Lyn gets off her shot at the sniper, but there is no satisfying sound of her shot hitting. "When did the toasters start getting smart?" she hisses under her breath. This time, she settles herself in some bushes, and pauses to carefully aim at where the last muzzle flash was through her scope.
As another Centurion goes down, the sniper takes down the ECO as well. Just as it's starting to adjust fire for Gustavo, the bursts of fire from the two countersnipers forces him to change his fire direction and he fires towards Lyn's muzzle flash, perhaps to show the woman how to really snipe.
With the two drawing the fire of the Sniper away. Tavo is able to make it to the pilot and ECO, just as Grasshopper goes down as well. There's not one, but two down now - and it's a damn lucky thing the Sniper isn't trying to make the Gunner #3.
Remi finishes the treatment, tapping the back of Abigail's leg before he moves back towards his firing position to help her with the Centurion.
Counter-sniping is what Charlie does. Well, when she's not the sniper herself. The woman is working her way towards a good vantage, where she can setup appropriately if need be. "Not smart," she calls lowly back at Lyn. "Just painted with computer-guided systems." She doesn't fire immediately, but works on trying to find a good spot to get a shot off while also keeping an eye out for somewhere that she can dig into her pack and start modifying her rifle. It's not the same kit most carry, no. It's a slightly different kind of gun, but... what else might a dedicated marksman use? If she can find a good place to settle in, she might be able to take some time to start sniping in return.
The sudden tap of a shot impacting Rothschild chest armor sends her back a mere step. She feels a burst of pain from the residual impact, and is sure that her clavical has taken a serious bruise. She has barely enough time to work through the grimace before she's laying down her suppression fire, sweeping her weapon in such a way that the Centurions are not sure exactly where she's shooting next.
Apparently, the Cylons expect a man Tavo's size to move slowly. He does not. There are no tricky spins or twirls, not with the weight of his weapon, ammo, armor, and other gear, but when he moves, he moves, leaping over a small stump, ducking under a low-hanging branch, and then he's into the clearing. The SAW jumps against his shoulder as he pumps a burst toward the nearest Cylon target, but then he's swinging the weapon up behind him on his sling and crouching down by Tapout to get his hands under the man's arms. The Scorpian grits his teeth as his right arm, left shoulder, and stomach protest, but he starts to gather the pilot up, "I got you, man." Grasshopper gets a little glance, "I'll be back for you, sir. That's a promise."
As the last of the Cylons goes down, the Sniper Centurion makes his presence known only as he's pulling away from cover, the molted green and black armor with that single glowing red light visible as he's withdrawing from the combat, having done what he was sent out to do.
Lyn aims, looking for the muzzle flash, looking, looking! There it is! Unfortunately, it's aiming at her. Her head snaps back as her helmet takes a bad shot, and she can feel her brain rattling around. She rights herself with a sucking breath. Sound mostly goes away for the moment, and blood drips down into her eyes, but still she takes her careful shot at the retreating sniper.
Abigail will at least tke a hot or two at the departing centurian, because there's no telling if he's actually evading and scarpering off, or if he's just trying to evade and get to better cover.
Geoff at last spots where the sniper is. And it's all that seems to be left. The muzzle of his rifle turns toward it. He takes a breath, hoping they'll put this one down soon before it absconds.
Once she's found a spot, Charlie is down and grabbing things from her pack, rapidly going through the process of modifying her rifle. This is why she carries a different model. It's meant to be adaptable in the field. It means a heavier pack, but it also means she can do a lot more with it over an extended mission. It... also means she may miss her chance if the damn canner gets away.
There's a pang against Remi's helmet, and he blinks a few times as the right side of his vision is obscured by blood. The Marine grunts out a quiet, "I'm hit." Oblivious, right? But he's aiming to fire a burst towards the Sniper as it's retreating.
Rothschild cannot seem to get a clear sight on the sniper, though she is scanning the surrounding forests with a slow pass of her weapon, keeping her eyes on any new Cylons that might come up. When Remington announces that he's hit, the Leonese looks over toward him with the smallest tick of her eyes, but then she's back to looking at the forests. She can at least narrow down the location with the help of where others are looking, but them she breaks away from that, wondering what else might be in the trees.
Tavo hauls Tapout up into a fireman's carry and starts back toward the treeline. The rest of the squad does what they do, and the weight of fire drops back down to nearly nothing, leaving him untouched by enemy fire. Getting the man under cover, he sets him down and crouches for a moment, catching his breath a tick as he looks back to Grasshopper out there in the open, prepping himself for another dash, "I'm getting too old for this shit."
Lyn fires off her shot with gritted teeth, her ears still ringing from the shot to her head, the pain only now starting to register as the initial shock of the moment. She sees the brief spark of her bullet striking the fleeing Cylon, but the shot doesn't do enough to even slow him down. She lowers her rifle and leans heavily against a tree. "I may need...a little help getting back to the bus. I'm pretty sure these little birds flying around my head are NOT supposed to be there."
There's a single pang of metal on metal as Lyn manages to score a hit, but it doesn't bring down the Sniper Centurion as it withdraws further into the woods.
"Frak.." Remi manages.. "Can we blow the frakking Raptor up and get home now?" he asks noone in paticular.
Abigail does not manage to contribute anything to the cause, but then, that's not really why she was brought down here. The real work is ahead, as she turns away from the dwindling firefight and heads for the raptor, already studying the ship, plotting out what she needs to do to destroy it, "Get in and get out, nobody wants to be near this thing when it blows."
"Say that again, Delgado, and I'm shooting you next." Rothschild knows she's not that far, if far at all, behind the other Staff Sergeant. She does not hear the whoop of success come up from the other Marines, so her eyes sweep up toward the others with a grimace. "We need to move, Gigas." The diminutive sounds an awful lot like jye-jas, but has the delicate accent of Leonese. She then looks to Abigail, and she starts to move away with her weapon still readied. She definitely does not need a close-up view of anything getting blown up.
"Frak," Geoff swears as the sniper gets away, echoing many others. Then he scrambles up to go over to Lyn. "You okay?" he asks. "You need support?" He offers a hand.
By the time Charlie has the scope in place, the cylon has gotten away. She's quick about it- proper timing, all told. Unfortunately, the canner is fast. The woman swears down the barrel of her gun, but lifts her head from her spot to speak into her radio. "We able to get into the downed bird to clear off any recoverable supples before we blow it away?"
"Wounded here!" Tavo marks out Tapout's location verbally. And then he's back up, moving back to Grasshopper, "Told you I'd be back, sir." Raising his voice, he makes a beckoning gesture, "Walker! You're up. Recovery and denial! Rothschild, you're covering her while she works. Everyone else, eyes up and out unless you're working on wounded." He starts getting out his medkit, looking over the ECO's wounds.
Geoff helps Lyn to her feet, announcing, "Got a headwound!" to mark that Lyn needs help from a medic, too. "I can't believe that frakker got away. I should've chased it right away."
"You wouldn't have caught it. Trust me." Charlie just moves slowly through the undergrowth to find a better spot for overwatch. She keeps her rifle in its new arrangement, just in case. "We had that one chance to all take it down and we missed." She talks quietly into the radio, just settling in. This is her jam. Find a spot. Watch. Keep a finger by the trigger. "But if it comes back, we'll get it. Promise."
Lyn snorts. "He was well-programmed. Stealth frakker. If I can't get a good bead on him, it's a problem Courtois," she points out. She's a sniper, if someone can find another sniper, they can. She lifts a hand to wipe the blood out of her eyes and glances at the red on her hand. "Hell of a shot too. I was in cover. I hit him as he was retreating, but it was glancing."
Abigail heads into the raptor, giving it a quick once over before she begins a quick and dirty salvage of the ship's systems. The black box, the hard drive from the DRADIS, the other important components that might be useful for the wolves to review. But there's nothing much else in the raptor, and she soon abandons the salvage for the actual demo, pulling bricks of explosive from her pockets, setting them in strategic places, including attaching one to the tyllium tank, before she sets the detonators, "Clear the area!" She waits, but not for long, for the rest of the team to get to safety, before she finds some cover herself, pulling down the visor of her helmet before she detonates the explosives, the raptor going up with a satisfying flash of fire and a boom like thunder. Hey, it's not like the cylons didn't already know where they were. Job done, she heads back towards the extraction point.
"Lucky he wasn't a better one," Geoff says, looking at the hole in Lyn's helmet. "You did real good. We're all getting out alive." He starts to help her back toward their raptor. "We'll get you help on the ship," he says as the call goes up to clear.
Tavo does his best to stabilize Grasshopper, letting the others do what they do. "Sorry Rothschild. Lines were easier when I was nineteen. And not wearing a ton of gear." Or carrying someone. He takes the time that Abigail gives him, and then hefts the ECO up onto his left shoulder, "On the move." Getting out of the way, he takes Grasshopper back to where he left Tapout, using the pilot as a rally point. "Quick bandages, stop the bleeding, then we're on the move. Curtois, you're point on the way back. Arda, you're slack. Cain, take Tapout if you're good for it. Wagner, you're trail. Make sure that metal bastard doesn't come back. Heads on swivels, boys and girls. Let's go."
On the way out, Wagner does indeed watch their asses. She's careful about it, too. Striding in reverse, eyes on the trees. As soon as they're aboard the Raptor back, Charlie breaks her rifle back down, packs everything up, and passes out. Does she mention the wound in her shoulder? Nah. Plenty of them are worse off. She'll leave that for the medics on board the Vanguard.
With the Raptor destroyed and the important bits recovered, the trail back to the Raptor going to Vanguard is clear, leaving the Marines to wonder just what the hell the Centurions are evolving into with baiting traps with live bait now.