A medevac turns into a relief mission as the marines help to hold a ridge.
Location: Kannur Province
Related Scenes: None
Scene Number: 766
The squad has been called to do a medevac flight from one of the forward areas. There was fighting there earlier, but there's been a lull. The squad is ready for resistance but hoping they can get in and out while the Cylons are taking a siesta - or whatever the heck Cylons do. Sergeant Jayne is out of sickbay and back in the saddle. Corporal Landry (a medic) is also along for the ride.
Settled in one of the seats, Remi holds his rifle at the ready, preparing for about anything. There's extra grenades on his belt, and he's currently working on securing a scope to his rifle, because frak snipers, that's why. Glancing over at the slight Marine that's supposed to be recon, he rumbles. "You see one of those black cans that thinks it's special, put all eyes on it."
Evan Calhoun has made it; how he got cleared by medical is a sneaky secret he is keeping to himself. It may involve some forms of bribery, promises of cigars, or who knows what else. Most likely, just being able to make a speedy recovery. Regardless he is sitting in a seat on the Raptor, armored up with the rifle being checked over. "In. Out. Clean. I'm pretty sure medical is absolutely done with seeing Marines for awhile. If you get rejected from sickbay, that means I have to play doctor and I suck at it." He lifts his eyes, flashing the other Marines a smile.
Kahena doesn't look up from adjusting her own rifle's scope, though half-turns her head in the direction of the big marine next to her, "Black cans? Understood." Mental note made, her slim fingers keep busy with the rifle while their bus presumably continues to race down to the drop site.
Aldrich is here doing what he always does on these sorts of missions, which is providing assistance to the combat medic and anything else that an extra pair of hands could help with. Just now, he's fiddling with his weapon, making sure it's ready if he should need it when the time comes. He glances up toward Evan, thoughtfully, but then focuses back on what he's doing.
"Yeah. Snipers." Remington just shakes his head at that as he waits for the craft to come in for a landing as he checks over his load one more time to make sure that everything is where it should be.
"How'd you even get cleared?" Landry asks Evan. "I know Rhodes was bitching earlier because she got shot down. I had to take her spot."
Jayne gets a signal from the pilot and says, "All right, touching down in five. Be ready to hop out soon as the hatch opens. Landry, Padre, you guys go get the injured. Rest of us will set up a perimeter."
Evan looks at Landry and shrugs, "Fast Healer." A dumb enough explanation and one that he isn't going to elaborate on, best to keep some secrets. A look and nod of agreement is given to Jayne as Evan finishes the rifle check over and prepares to deploy. "Game faces."
Kahena is ready to move once the familiar ping of the hatch alarm goes off. She unfastens her harness, tucks her rifle under her arm, and moves out near the front of the pack of marines.
Aldrich snorts faintly in a mild display of amusement at Evan's comment, without looking up from his weapon. He finishes up with it, sits up a little straighter, and gives a sharp nod toward Jayne. "Sir." And he prepares himself to go along with the rest.
The Raptor lands, the hatch opens, and Jayne is yelling, "Go! Go! Go!" as the marines start pouring out of the Raptor. They're in a clearing in the middle of the jungle, dense underbrush all around. The marine squad they're coming to help is scattered around in cover near the treeline. One of them - one might presume the medic - starts waving once she sees the new marines. "Over here!" Two prone marines are on the ground nearby, bloody and bandaged. One's unconscious, the other moaning.
Moving quickly to cover near the treeline, Remington's trying to remain alert - as best as he can. The last time they came to the rescue of a downed anything, there was a sniper waiting to take a shot at them. He's not keen on repeating the experience.
The Jungle, that is Evan's favorite place; his comfort zone, his... is that a fraking mosquito or a miniature viper trying him?! Slapping at the bug landing on his shoulder, the Marine moves off behind Jayne and starts to find a position to secure a perimeter. "Where was last assault sited from?" He calls out to whomever might be listening; best to set up their lines in a way that makes sense against an ambush.
The sergeant of the battered squad answers Evan's question by pointing to the north. "We engaged them about a quarter-klick that way." There's some more gunfire from that direction, but it's distant. "Sounds like the other squads are still tangling with them up there."
Kahena immediately does a scan of the clearing upon exiting the raptor, then fans out from Evan and Remi's positions to help secure the perimeter. She casts an eye about for a low-slung treelimb that she might be able to scale, for some oversight.
Aldrich keeps himself close to Landry as the crew spills out, making their way to the downed marines and leaving the fighters to do what they do. "Anything we need to know?" he addresses to the presumed-to-be-medic already present. "Spinal injuries or anything like that?"
Once he's kneeled into position, Remi nods to the Marines discussing the fighting up the ridge, but their orders were clear - medevac only. So for his part the large Marine his holding his place in the perimeter to help keep it secure.
Evan nods to the information given and points to a couple locations that would provide decent cover, heading to one himself to brace up and put the rifle along the rock to survey the perimeter. A glance given over his shoulder to a few others, "Try to overlap survey angles so nothing sneaks in. Presume advesary but remember, we have friendlies in the area."
The medic for the battered squad gives her report to Aldrich and Landry. The moaning marine took a bullet to the shin that's left a mess of shattered bone that even the standard morpha's barely touching. The unconscious one is worse off, even if he's in less pain. His vest's been removed, but apparently two bullets got through it and into his chest. "If you two get him, we'll take him." She enlists one of her squadmates and prepares to help move the injured.
Kahena, meanwhile, has shouldered her rifle in its sling and nimbly - aside from a brief slip on a moss-covered patch of limb - managed to scale a good few feet up a sturdy tree. Finding a solid spot that isn't likely to crack under her weight, and shaded by foliage, she shoulders her rifle and lazily scans the area bordering their little clearing. "Got it," she tells Evan quietly.
Aldrich nods a bit toward the medic, and kneels first next to the moaning fellow, pressing a hand to his forehead to murmur something in his Gemenese gibberish. Then he adds, "Hang in there, we'll be back to the ship before you know it." He glances to Landry, then, and starts helping with whatever needs to be done to prepare to move the poor guy.
While the others work on the evacuation, Remi remains quietly on watch for any signs of Cylons approaching the area, his finger tapped against the side of the trigger guard as he scans over his small field of engagement.
Landry brought one of those portable stretchers. He unfolds it in a flash and then does the 'on three' thing to count off carrying the guy.
While everyone's waiting, the sound of gunfire continues to come from the north. Then Jayne is touching his earpiece, "Just got orders - they're taking heavy fire up there. My guys - we're going to head back in with them. Landry and the padre can stay here with the wounded."
"I can stay," the other female combat medic offers, to which Jayne nods. "All right, Landry you're with us then. You two - stay and provide security for the Raptor." He singles out two of the other squad. "Rest of you, with me."
The change in orders has Evan looking over towards Jayne, nodding in assent to the new directives and packing up from his position to begin to advance towards the tree line. "Any details of what's up there? Number of enemies, locations? We driving back or providing cover?" The flurry of questions comes out quickly, crisply.
Kahena frowns a little at the information being relayed, and the call to move out. She begins twisting off her scope and packing up her rifle immediately, hands moving with speed and precision to ensure she's not holding anyone up.
Aldrich frowns a little at the order, and jumps in with, "Landry should stay with the wounded. They might take a turn for the worse... I can go." It might seem like thin enough reasoning to make one wonder what a chaplain is doing volunteering for such a situation, but he does have a kind of determined look about him.
As the change in orders comes in, Remi nods. "Roger." is all he offers as he moves from his kneeling position to take up his rifle and prepare to trudge up the hill to join the others.
"Didn't get much," Jayne replies to Evan. "Just that our guys are holding the high ground and the Toasters keep trying to take it." The sergeant nods absently to Aldrich. "Fine, Padre, but keep your head down. All right, let's move."
The head north through the jungle, following a beaten trail left by the original squad. Landry comes with them, while the other squad's medic stays behind with her wounded guys. There's also the other squad's sergeant and one other guy with them.
As Jayne described, the gunfire reaches its peak as they come to the top of a hill. Marines are shooting down into the valley.
Approaching the cleft of the hill, Evan tilts his head to try and listen for the sounds of gunfire, to differentiate between Colonial and Cylon sources. "Let's get a sitrep." He calls out before advancing forward; sticking to trees as much as he can for cover. He learned his lesson getting shot up the last time it seems. The location makes sense to hold, it provides a solid point for this area; but holding may be an issue.
Kahena is down the tree in fairly short order, and hoofing it along with the others. Rifle at the ready, sans sight, she keeps an eye out for interlopers as they move.
Aldrich nods sharply. "Can do," he promises, adjusts his helmet, then takes up a position with the others to make the trek to the new location. He keeps an eye on the surrounding forest as they go, but mostly he just focuses on keeping up and not getting in the way.
The firefight, much closer than he thought, has Evan ducking to the cover of the treeline and locating the tin cans that seem to be taking the heaviest fire, adding a burst of riflefire to the mix that is taking place with the Cylons. "Rescue team joining. Targetting west assault." Evan attempts to update the other Marines already in the fight, letting them know that the reinforcements are there, that they are no longer fighting alone.
The squad deploys along the hilltop. "Grab cover where you can!" Jayne yells at them, as he raises his rifle to his shoulder and fires. The colonials do some damage, but none of the Cylons in their section go down. Rainn (from the other squad) cries out and clutches his arm, and Landry rushes to his side.
Kahena sidesteps and fires into the advancing group of cylons, the thunk of something impacting her armour and taking a chunk out of it registering somewhere in the back of her mind. There's no blood, and so she keeps moving, staying mobile, making herself an awkward target as she tries to jogs for cover. Reaching a large rock set on the hilltop, she drops down behind it and twists on her rifle's scope, preparing to find a juicy target to pick off.
Aldrich doesn't wait for orders to seek cover. He gets off a shot, but then ducks for cover before Jayne even has a chance to yell. He winds up in the nearest patch of greenery, which isn't perfect, but he's a lot harder to spot there at least. He pulls his rifle up to take aim again.
The armor catches the shot and keeps it from causing much damage, but the weakness of his chest already causes Evan to grunt. That's going to leave a mark, and probably get his ass chewed out by a collection of people displeased with him even being out here, much less getting shot again, in the same area. His chest must have a target painted on it. Ducking behind the tree, he glances around it then brings his rifle up to fire another burst of fire at the same buckethead he did previously. "Make sure to direct our fire, take them down and reduce incoming bullets."
"Gods damnit!" Evan howls as he's hit again in the chest, either by bullet or shrapnel striking his tree. That one taking the wind out of him for a moment and paling his features. However, his own burst takes out the cylon he was targetting. A grunt is given and turning around the tree he locates the next target that others in his squad are focusing on, adding his bullets to the fray.
Bullets sail past Kahena's rock, and she waits for a break in the shooting before pivoting - still in a crouch - and taking aim at one of the centurions advancing toward them. Her finger depresses the trigger once she thinks she's got a shot lined up on its noggin.
Aldrich keeps a scowly eye on his target, without blinking, but between shots he calls out, "Calhoun, you still alive over there? You need a medic?" While waiting for an answer, he squeezes off another shot.
"Grenade!" Evan calls out, throwing himself down after firing his burst, trying to lower in time to avoid any of the additional shrapnel. "I'm fraking fine. Get on the injured!" He calls it back out to Aldrich, suspecting that someone got hit by the grenade strike. Again he rises, firing a series of burst shots at the same Cylon he just did. "Gotta put them down, now!"
The explosion goes off and Saul goes flying. Shrapnel to his face has frakked up his vision and he's got blood running all down his face. Landry rushes to his side, getting out the bandages. The Cylons are rocked by shots but still don't go down.
Elsewhere on the line, the Colonials are holding their own but it's a tough fight.
Kahena scowls slightly as her shot misses by a fair margin, and chambers the next round in her rifle. She spots the grenade an instant before Evan calls it, and huddles behind the rock - but it's not enough. Her armour's gouged in a few places, breath hissed between her teeth as a hunk of shrapnel tears through her thigh. It's not bad enough to call for a medic, so she soldiers on and takes aim once more.
Aldrich hears the warning just in time to throw himself down and cover his head before the grenade goes off, protecting himself from any serious shrapnel. He's a little stunned for a moment, but then he sits up and leans out to search for anyone else who has been injured. He spots Saul being treated by Landry and gives a muttered curse. After a deep breath, he abandons his cover to run that direction, half-ducking as he goes. "What do you need?" This directed at Landry, though Aldrich's gaze is focused on the shrapnel battered bloody one.
"Hold pressure here," Landry tells Aldrich, just as another grenade goes off near them. "Frak," Landry hisses, shrapnel hitting his arm. "You okay?" he asks the Chaplain.
Kahena ditches the scope on her rifle and hoists it up to her shoulder, firing again once she has a bead on the tincan. She tries to provide some covering fire for the medic and chaplain working on Saul, as best as she can in this mess.
"Gotta get them down!" Evan calls out again to the others. He turns, splaying his rifle shots at the target, pegging the cylon but growling as the metalic armor is too much for the bullet to penetrate effectively. "Down to 8. Can we pull back the injured to the treeline and out of the fire?" He asks it even while leaning around the tree to let loose a flurry of bullets then retreating once again.
Jayne looks over at Evan's suggestion. "Yeah, pull back anyone who's combat-ineffective. Rest of you keep pouring the fire on. We're pushing them back."
Aldrich nods solemnly, and is already moving to do what he's told when another grenade goes off and he gets pelted with shrapnel. It knocks him to the side a bit, and for a second he looks a little stunned, probably having something to do with the fact that something hit his helmet hard enough to leave his ears ringing, but after a second, he glances down to check himself out, assesses the damage, and then reaches to put pressure where he was directed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he says, tightly, but he still has a just slightly dazed look. "Are we moving him?"
Landry ducks as fire rakes over their position. "Yeah, pull him back," he says, getting up just enough to stumble when a bullet hits his armored vest. But he grabs Saul's harness and - presumably with Aldrich's help - starts pulling him back.
The latest volley of Colonial fire seems to have halted the Cylon counter-offensive in its tracks, the remaining Toasters pulling back and disappearing into the jungle. "Good work everyone," Jayne says. "If you're badly hurt - get your asses back to the Raptor for medevac. Otherwise start digging in. Have a feeling they'll be back."
Badly hurt may not be a completely accurate situation, but Evan knows full damn well the amount of trouble he's in. Don't get injured, don't get in the way. Well, he managed to pull off both of those. The adrenaline of the gunfight wearing away he sags just a bit then tilts his head. "Let's go, if you're able to carry a body, help me. Otherwise, walk yourself or get carried."
Kahena gets a couple of good shots off this time, one slamming into its head and a couple more to its body, chewing through metal with a sickening sound. It goes down heavily, and she immediately looks over to the chaplain and medic. "Need a hand?" Evan gets a nod, and there's a glance at her leg, which is bleeding enough for her to dig for something in her pack to bandage it with.