The marines get battered when they have to climb up to an old ruined castle to rescue human prisoners.
Location: Kannur Province
Related Scenes: None
Scene Number: 772
The Cylons are retreating, and the games are getting rougher. They've consolidated their forces in the higher mountain regions of Kannur Province. Today's adventure is up against a force of Cylons who have set up shop in the ruins of an ancient Canceron castle.
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Intel believes it's being used as an observation post. Satellite imagery shows what looks like a prison cage in the middle of it. They don't want to send in the bombers and risk blowing up a few dozen of civilians.
The marines will have to climb up the south face, which intel assures them is only lightly patrolled. If they're quick and quiet, they should be able to infiltrate the castle without being spotted. Their mission is to secure the prisoners, signal Vanguard, and then hold off the Cylons until the Raptors can arrive. There's at least a company of Cylons in the area, so it's unlikely the squad will be able to take them all.
Already setting up in the cabin of the Raptor, Jonas is pulling his ropes and climbing gear into place, checking to make sure everything it should be. Radio pack, climbing gear, and rifle. Should be fun, right. Glancing over at Cate, the other lead climber, he gives a grin. "Looks like we're going to be the leads. You got plenty of chalk?" For her hands of course.
The Ghost has been silent in her usual nap posture on the floor of the Raptor, for the trip down to Canceron. She has her rifle cradled in her arms, and her helmet pulled down low to shield her eyes. She's not actually sleeping this time, but it's easier to pretend she is. Her backpack is beside her, loaded with climbing gear and she already has her harness on.
Geoff eyes the ropes suspiciously, then looks to Cate. "I haven't done this since basic," he says. "Don't let me frak it up."
Cate glances over at Jonas and nods. "Yeah, all set. I like to climb, but climbing into a nest of Cylons isn't exactly my idea of a fun afternoon." It's still daylight out. When the machines can see better in the dark than you can, attacking at night doesn't quite have the same advantages. She glances over to Geoff and reaches out to clap his arm. "We've got you, don't worry. Let me check your harness."
The Raptor coasts in for a landing in a clearing a ways from the target, a mountain hiding their approach to avoid tipping off the badguys. "We'll see you up top when we get your signal," the ECO assures them as he opens the hatch.
Abigail, thankfully, as had a bit of experience, though not in climbing mountains, mostly in climbing around vessels and structures for salvage and rescue and scaling ship's riggings. So she at least will, hopefully, not be the one who ends up plummeting to her doom. But she's for certain not going in the front, instead taking her time adjusting and tightening her gear, chewing her gum in silence, waiting for her turn to disembark.
Marines in force. A trio of Recon -- a positive triumvirate of awesomeness -- are ready to take on this most-excellent of tasks. (There may be some bias on the part of the writer here.) It is, as some aliens might say, a good day to die. (Or win, whatever.)
Erin, a.k.a. Chilly, a.k.a. the Chill-ster, sits at the ready: carbine in lap; backpack and gear on. She looks only mildly queasy; she manages to keep her last meal inside of her as the Raptor punches through the atmosphere and hurtles towards the designated landing zone. She's one of the first to get off, and onto solid land -- thankfully.
"None of you yodel right? I mean, we don't need a yodeler on this paticular mission." Jonas offers as he blows a bubble and pops it before turning to check Abigail's gear, making sure that it's all good and secure, leaving it to her to turn and check on the Marine behind her, because he and Cate will be moving out quickly once they make the landfall.
Lyn gets up off the floor and gathers her pack. She says to Geoff quietly, "I'll be behind you and the rest, and I'll make sure you make it ok." She nods to the other two recon scouts in that sisterhood of the travelling snipers way they seem to have. She checks their harnesses to ensure they're on right.
As per usual, Charlie has napped on the Raptor ride over. She's geared up for usual as a sniper. Sure, they're climbing in somewhere, but you never know. And her rifle of choice is modular. It's sans-scope at the moment, but that's in her kit. She's leaned up against Evan, snoozing away... until they land. The rattle causes her to stir and the woman yawns, adjusting her helmet as she waits for the others ahead of her shuffle their way out, hopping down once it's her turn off. Then it's a once-over of everything and a look to the OIC for orders.
"Do people actually yodel?" Cate asks Jonas with a puzzled look. She gives a grateful nod to Lyn when she also reassures Geoff. Then the Raptor's touching down and she's picking up her rope. She also has her medic pack, which is probably why she's grabbed a smaller SMG for this mission instead of her usual rifle.
The trusty Sergeant Jayne is also getting up when the Raptor lands. "Let's move out. Keep your eyes peeled for patrols. Intel says they don't usually come round this area, but we all know how well military intelligence usually works out."
Once the order comes to move out, Jonas gives Cate a quick tap on the shoulder with a grin. "Only on a proper mountain climb." he winks as he moves out of the Raptor to start to set the rope and begin his ascent up the cliff face, using his lankiness to start to pull himself along the wall to start notching footholds while threading the rope through the anchors.
Abigail offers a nod of thanks, as the congo long passes along, and she turns, in turn, to ensure that the marine behind her is secured. As she's one of the ones who will be in the middle, she'll have more of the guide ropes than the more expert climbers.
"Thanks," Geoff says, with a relieved smile for Cate. He nods to Lyn, too. He trusts his two siblings in arms to make sure he gets up that wall. And when it's his turn, he attacks it the best he can, even if he's slower than most.
Since Jonas is apparently taking the lead, Erin -- being a good corporal -- quietly waits for her turn to go on up. Lyn's in back, so she won't be going last, at least.
So, somewhere in the middle, Chilly heads on up. Nice and silent-like. Easy? She sort of makes it look so. And there's a nice view around the area that draws Erin's attention, even when climbing.
Come to think of it, she seems a bit zoned out. Must be the mountain air. Not the view, not the vista, and not the fact that she loves mountains and other geological features. (Nerd.)
Lyn doesn't look concerned about the climb at all. She's used to doing stuff like this with the added horrors of ice and snow and white out conditions. She takes her position in the group and moves out when Jayne directs. She stays at the bottom, making sure the ropes don't get tangled, ensuring that all the marines are properly clipped in before they begin, and then quietly directing the less experienced towards specific hand and footholds. Only when they are all up a decent way does she follow, knowing she can move more swiftly than they can. She keeps in the middle of the face they are climbing, so she can swing out right or left if someone needs to be caught. She doesn't quite seem zoned out, more over focused, like she's avoiding letting her thoughts stray to anything else.
Climbing a tree for a good spot to survey or shoot from is one thing. Scaling something like this? Another. Charlie's not too keen on it, but she's not, say, rubbish at it. It just means she's somewhere in the middle of the pack. After her gear is well and secure, she works on scaling along with the others. Likely with Evan shortly after her, just in case any of said recon gear goes slipping somewhere. Can't have that now, can we? It does mean, for a rarity, they have to rely on the other recon folks to keep an eye out. She's more long-term, long-range built.
Abigail is not far off of Geoff's pace. She's got experience with the ropes, so that helps, but the terrain and the situation is awkward. But she'll keep on trucking. Keep up or get left behind, right? She'll keep conversation to nil, though, focusing her attention on the task at hand.
Cate lets Jonas go first, then she's heading up as well. She's comfortable climbing, but climbing with all this junk on is a new and not entirely pleasant experience. She'll probably grumble about it later, but for now she stays quiet to avoid drawing attention. Who knows how good the Cylon ears really are.
Geoff doesn't have the wiggle room to talk, either, but he doesn't stop.
As he nears the top of the face, Jonas latches himself for a moment, and holds out a hand to his side to halt the line. He tucks his gum to the side of his mouth as he lets the SMG sling down to his side. Taking out a small periscope looking device, he lifts it up to start to take a look over the edge of the cliff to make sure that the way is clear before he will signal for the climb to continue.
"Clear." Jonas adds as he raises his hand to complete his climb and turns around to lay flat on his stomach and offers his hand to the next in line to help Cate up, and continues it with each person in line, including Lyn.
When Erin pops up over the top -- with Jonas' assistance -- she quickly unbuckles herself from the line, and finds a place to hunker down and wait for orders. Plans, after all -- plans. The objective is clear, but the methodology is not. And there are other people here with rank, so --
At the top of the cliff is a rough looking stone wall, about seven feet high, that has crumbled in places. Once Jonas has helped them up to the ledge, they'll have to go over the wall to get into the target area.
Slow and steady wins the race, as Abigail makes it up along the wall, clasping Jonas' hand and using his weight to help her up to join the rest of the group. She loosens the gear, trying to unstick all of the uncomfortable places where gear tends to dig in.
Lyn holds steady below the line of climbers, and she double-checks the anchors as she passes each. At the lip of the cliff she glances at the proffered hand from Jonas, and hesitates for just a moment before taking the help over the edge. She mumbles something that might be 'thanks' before she busies herself secures the lines. She rips some leaves from the surrounding foliage to toss over them as camoflauge. If they need to get out of there quickly, they can always rappel down.
Geoff scrambles up onto the ledge as soon as he can. He's keeping quiet and alert.
And soon enough, both Charlie and Evan are over the edge and unhooked as well. Once there, the Corporal is down in a crouch and verifying all of her gear is good. It's a system. Move, stop, gear and weapons check.
Once everyone is up, Jonas moves along the wall, looking for a good spot to go over, but not before once again stopping to take out the periscope to take a peek over the edge to make sure it's clear on the other side and what they may be jumping into.
Cate pauses when Jonas uses the periscope to check over the wall, then climbs up the rest of the way, taking his hand up onto the ledge. She surveys the wall with a frown.
Sgt Jayne and Pvt Barkley get up as well and the Sergeant starts looking around to determine how best to get over.
Geoff keeps still and up against the wall while they decide the next move.
Once he determines it's clear, there's a nod to Lyn as she heads on up with the ice axe and he moves to do his own climb up, leaving the persicope behind for now as he moves up into position.
Lyn unhooks her ice axe from her belt, a holdover from her time on Aquaria, and she jumps up to hook it over the top of the wall, then just pulls herself up, and straddles it, so she can hold a hand down to help others up and over.
Abigail, still part of the party that needs help, will happily move into line, allowing the stronger climbers to go first, and set themselves up to help the others, of which she will be one. And as idle hands are the devil's...whatever, she checks and double checks the gear she brought with her, listening for any orders being sent her way.
The marines get up and over the wall without incident, and soon after Sgt Jayne is motioning for them to fan out a bit as they move through the interior of the ruins. The ruins are pretty big and tere's lots of cover - brush and big boulders and bits of ruined wall. The ground is uneven, so they can't actually see the prison cage from where they are, nor are any Cylons visible. At least, not yet.
After making his way over the wall and into the brush beyond, Jonas unslings the SMG, and starts to move, letting the recon elements take more point at this juncture as he keeps his radio turned down to listen to the chatter from the nearby Raptor, ready to call for an evac as needed.
Lyn moves into the ruins but she seems to be less of a ghost here today. She's quiet, but she doesn't fully disappear like she usually does. She moves swiftly from boulder, to half wall, to pile of wayward jungle plants, pausing to look and listen intently. She crouches at each interval, giving the other recon marines time to radio if they see anything.
Abigail, having made it over the wall with Lyn's help, settles into the about middle of the pack, following Jayne's lead, as the team spreads out to make entry into the castle grounds, eyes attentive, scanning the area.
Geoff is better at sneaking than he is at climbing, it seems. He slips off towards the line of the ruined wall.
Right. So, up over the wall. And then, down the end and into the shadows. Once Erin hits the ground, and finds herself some cover. Hopefully, folks have come with her, but she seems intent on going ahead, taking point, and finding the first objective: the prisoners.
If intel says it's in the center of the complex, that's where she heads. Erin moves at a pace that's easy to keep up with and sneak around. Sort of a lupine or vulpine lope. Eyes peeled, she makes her way deeper into the base.
Settling somewhere in the rear of the pack with Evan, satisfied with her gear, Charlie tucks her rifle against her shoulder. She keeps an eye on the team's six, but follows the group in towards the center of the base. Eyes out, just in case. Heading inward is... not the safest. It takes them further from their exit point and deeper into enemy territory.
The marines move through what might be termed the courtyard of the ruins, creeping around rocks and bushes. The folks in the lead get to a position where they can see the prison cell. There are three Cylons - the non-centurion kind - patrolling around it. Off to one side, a group of three Centurions are moving around working on what might be a comms dish or something like that. Jayne motions for Charlie to go set up in a covering position, then signals people into two groups. Lyn, Erin and Barkley (who's also recon) to sneak up and take out the Cylons by the cage, and the rest to cover from their positions here and target the Centurions.
Abigail, catching the direction from the Sergeant, signals for his attention, tapping first her rifle, and then the grenade at her belt, as if asking which he wants them to be starting off with.
If Abigail is going near the comm dish, Jonas shakes his head at the grenade, he wants to try to get the station intact if he can - there's intel to be had - Cylon frequencies and the like if they can capture the comm relay.
Lyn confirms the order and she signals Erin and Barkley silently to begin moving in stealthily. She clicks the safety off her rifle as she shifts position to get closer to the prison cage, and get a bead on one of the Cylons guarding it.
Abigail, catching Jonas' signal, nods, reaching for her rifle instead, and moving to join up with her team.
In the cage, oblivious to their would-be rescuers, about fifteen adult humans are sitting and standing around, looking pretty underfed and raggedy.
On Lyn's command, Erin moves forward towards the cage, nice and low. She opts not to open fire from her position immediately, instead trying to find a place where she, Barkley, and Lyn can hit the three cylons by the cage quickly. A triangle of fire, perhaps, supported by the sniper team's ZING-KAPOW boomsky guns.
There's a quick sort of tossed off salute for Jayne as a silent acknowledgement before Charlie is taking off with Evan at her heels for a position she'd spotted earlier that will serve as good cover. On the way, she's pulling her rifle's scope out to secure to the weapon so it's already notched in place by the time they get there.
Geoff crouches down from a spot behind a bit of ruined wall and aims his rifle at one of the centurions, narrowing his eyes.
Abigail finds a place, behind a nice big boulder, and peeks around, bringing her weapon to bear.
Finding a place to kneel down, Jonas brings up his SMG, and reaches to give Abigail's hip a small tap. He gestures to his own radio pack and then points at the comm unit, as if to explain his plan.
On Jayne's signal, the Colonials attack. Their fire brings down one of the prison guard Cylons and damages a few of the Centurions, and then they've got the Cylons' attention. There's some screaming from inside the cage, and some cries for help.
All focus zeros down to the shining chrome she's been tasked to dismantle. Lyn takes in a breath, letting it purge any other thoughts from her mind. She lets out the breath in a silent exhale and, in the moment of silence between one heartbeat and the next, she fires a burst at her Cylon target. Sparks fly as her shots strike true and the robot goes down in a heap of smoke and inorganic entrails.
"Take down those Centurions quickly!" Jonas calls out to his team, even as the rest of the group is firing, he's already put three rounds against the Centurion and is moving to press the attack and draw them towards the attackers and away from the comm relay.
Abigail glances, briefly, at Jonas, a sharp nod of her head acknowledging her understanding of his plan. She returns her focus to the group of centurions clustered around the comm unit A quick burst, and coupled with the fire of the other marines, her target goes down and she shifts her weight, turning to the next.
Geoff is sure he's striking his target, but that damned Centurion armor makes his shots ping off without doing significant damage. He takes a breath and hunkers down for another shot.
The bullets start flying. Erin pops out from cover to attack Cylon2, but her shot misses. Dammit. Can't always win the War of Odds, no matter how lucky. Still, Erin is smart enough to duck down to avoid the resulting fire.
The lighting is off. This isn't the environment that Charlie is used to, but she's getting situated. The woman breathes slowly, taking what guidance from Evan she can as she lines up her shots. She focuses on one of the Centurions that seems a more immediate threat.
Cate fires a short burst at one of the Centurions, doing a little bit of damage but not bringing it down.
Abigail, not having chosen the best position, barely manages to get a shot off, before she has to duck away to escape weapon fire heading in her direction. A low curse, before she squares up and takes another shot.
Lyn swivels to trail her rifle's sights on one of the other guards around the cage, her teeth gritted as the edges of her vision go red with bloodlust. Today has been real hell for her, and this frakkers were the origin of it all. The reason she ruined her own life. PEWPEWPEW! Her shots, combined with Erin's take the thing down. Her sights move to the last guard.
After getting a burst off into one of the centurions, a shot pings off the boulder next to him, forcing Jonas to switch his field of fire to draw it towards the one that Abigail is attacking as he opens up with a burst of fire to try to finish it off as well, swiveling his field of fire as needed.
Cate fires another burst, this time helping to topple the one Centurion. A bullet whizzes over her head but doesn't come to close. She glances around briefly to see if anyone's been hit.
Berkley got knocked down briefly but a round to the vest but then he's getting back up and moving over to get a better firing position on the Cylon guard that's moved behind a boulder.
As the marines fire on the group by the comms relay, some of them spot another group of Centurions coming up over a rise from the left.
Sgt Jayne calls over to Jonas, "Signal the Raptors. This place is going to be crawling with Centurions pretty soon." To the prison guys he yells, "Get that cage open and get those people into cover."
With Lyn's supporting fire, Cylon2 doesn't last very long. Its fully-auto weapon fires and strikes randomly, causing ricochets all over that do no appreciable damage to anyone. With that target down, Erin moves on to the next one from her place, rising up slightly to assist in bringing down the last of the prison goards.
The ghost comes out from behind the rubble she was using at cover, and stalks towards the remaining guard while firing, so she can get close enough to get the cage open if and when it falls. She seems unconcerned for her own wellbeing as she enters the open, making herself a target.
"I swear to frak," Charlie is muttering, "this gun and Canceron? Do not get along." But she loves her rifle. It's done her well otherwise. Mostly. Usually. Just not on this godsforsaken planet. She sighs, drawing it in to double-check the scope quickly before lining up her shot again.
It's essential to get rid of the prison guards with the team moving in so close and so urgently, that's how Geoff sees it. So he doesn't change his target.
Cate calls out, "More incoming on the ridge, nine o'clock." But she sticks to the current batch of targets, since they're closer and arguably more of a threat.
The mother-frakking walking bucket of bolts Lyn was shooting at throws off her aim by rushing towards her to stab her right in the chest. Fortunately, her tactical armor stops the blade before it hits flesh, and just makes her grunt out a breath before she draws out her pistol to try and shoot the thing point blank, where her rifle is nigh useless.
Human v rocket is never going to be a good look, and Abigail is light in the line of the explosion, as the wave throws her a good few feet, slamming her into the same rock she had been sheltering behind before, the sound of her arm shattering loud in her head, the pain almost blocking out the pain of shrapnel damage from debris. But she's not completely dazed, or immobile. That old refrain singing in her head, as she kneels up, pulling out one of her grenades. 'You don't have to come back.'
After firing off his rounds, Jonas drops the SMG to let it sling at his side as he grabs for his radio, hitting the transmit button. "Angel Flight, Angel Flight, this is Theta Nine-Four, we have engaged hostiles in the courtyard, have met heavy resistance..." A rocket explosion nearby has the Marine jerking his head over to take a look as he continues to call into the radio. "...request immediate danger close suppressive fire at main courtyard, do not target quadrangle, all other targets, weapons free, over! Will mark our position with green smoke, repeat green smoke. Over." he calls into the radio and looks to Jayne. "Fire support inbound, pour it on!" he calls out to the Sergeant as he turns his attention towards where the explosion happened. "Frak, Jayne's down!" he growls out as he is already moving to grab Jayne by the shoulders. "Rhodes! The Sergeant's down! We have Angel Flight inbound! Help Walker and Courteois and fall back to the courtyard, they're going to light the place up!"
Grabbing his radio, he calls into the mic, "Prisoner team, we have Raptors inbound, get a move on with that early release! Hayes, take down rocket man!" he calls out, to get their attention, even as he's pulls Jayne behind the boulder.
There's a tilt of her head as the call comes in for marines to head for the courtyard. Charlie frowns at the distance, but gives a sort of upnod to Evan. Sending him down first. Basically they'll go staggered. She's sending him first, then once he's down, or far enough, he can cover her retreat down to the courtyard. But in the meantime? She tries to provide cover for Jonas as he grabs the Sergeant.
Erin fires off a round at her target just a moment before she notices the new squad of Centurions rounding the corner. When they open fire, she tries to evade, but is caught flat-footed. Bullets fly at her, two of which catch her body. The small scout instinctively ducks and rolls herself behind cover, grimacing in pain.
And then she moves, a bit more awkwardly, towards the cage. "Get away from the door!" she shouts to the people inside, a millisecond before she aims her rifle and takes a double-tap of shots at the lock to break it open the hard way. No time for finesse: time to go.
Geoff didn't even see the rocket coming. He's stunned, and turns his head to look at Jayne. Everything seems slow. He stands up. But he doesn't have his rifle ready. He's looking at Jayne.
Cate saw the other group of Cylons, but didn't realize that one of them had a frakking rocket until it was too late. She's knocked down by the blast, but was far enough from the others that she doesn't get hit by shrapnel. "I'm coming!" she yells to Jonas. But she makes a judgment call that taking down the rocket man is more important than playing medic. Otherwise they're liable to have even more casualties in a second. "Cort! Get the frak down!" she yells at him when he stands up.
Abigail says, "Frak 'help Walker. Clear those damned cylons off Ghost and the rescue team!"
"Get down there." Charlie really has no room to be giving Evan orders, but there's men down down there and he's more capable of physically carrying people out of a hot zone than she is. Plus, she can provide cover fire more capably at the moment. "Help them get the Sergeant and anyone else out." Shifting a bit closer to the edge of the spot that she's chosen, the woman works on giving Jonas the cover he needs while on the radio and getting Jayne out of the way. Thumbing her own comm, she notes for Jonas' sake: "Sending Calhoun to help with the Sarge. I've got eyes on you." And while she hits the Cent with the godsdamned rocket, it doesn't knock it off target. Sadly.
As the rocket explodes again nearby, Jonas feels the hit, but it's Abigail that takes the brunt of it. "Yeah, frak help Walker, she just got blown the frak up!" Reaching over to grab the Picon beach blonde by the lapels, he shakes her roughly. "This ain't a day on the beach, sweettits, stop choking on your gum and get back in the godsdamned fight. Posidieon ain't got a perfect wave for you today, and Hades says the bills ain't paid!" he calls down to the woman, trying to rally her back into consciousness while working to secure her wounds.
Lyn holds her pistol to the stabby Cylon's head and pulls the trigger. It makes sparks and smoke fly, but the damned thing is still up and has the presence of mind - er...of processors?--- to push the knife deeper into the armor over her chest again, grinding the tip of the blade against flesh. She growls at it, but then a rifle shot adds to the pain in her torso, before her head is snapped back, her helmet destroyed, by a shot to the head. Blood sprays from the wound beneath it and another shot pings off the armor of her abdomen. She rolls her bloodied head back around and fires another shot into the Cylon clinging to her by the hilt of its weapon.
As soon as Erin shoots the lock off the cage and opens the door, the panicked civilians start streaming out. "That way, over there!" yells Barkley, just before he gets blasted in the chest by a couple rounds and falls. That does little to stay the nerves of the panicked prisoners. Then another rocket hits the other group of marines, spraying rock and dirt everywhere.
Orders are orders. Once she's managed to kick off the lock, Erin turns to raise her weapon at the Rocket Man (Cent5).
And she would have fired too, if it wasn't for that pesky Cylon shooting at her. Again. Bullets thump into her chest plate and armor, one of which causes a wound to burst open on her side. It looks painful.
But Freak calls out the orders. And Chilly responds. Up goes her weapon again, so that she can pull off shots at the designated target with the hope of taking it down. Now.
The explosion of the rocket knocks Geoff back and the shrapnel rips through him. He falls, and looks a mess. He seems conscious for right now, but he's looking down at the ripped-up and bloodied front of his uniform.
"Cort!!" Cate yells when Geoff is blasted again. She rushes over to his side, still firing since they're down a couple of guns and there's still a lot of Centurions out there. "Stay down. You're gonna be okay."
The screaming civilians go a little past the marines, trying to get away from the hail of gunfire, but most of them at least stay nearby. More Centurions can be seen moving towards them in the distance, the bobbing of chrome through the brush, but none within shooting range yet.
The Cylon in close combat with Lyn pulls out the knife and stabs it back in somewhere less armored. It sinks into her right arm and the limb starts to go dead on her. Before it can, she fires her pistol into what's left of the Cylon's head, and she blows the damned thing off. She spits on its sparking body as she switches the pistol to her off hand. She reaches up to wipe the blood out of her eyes long enough to see where she's going, before she moves at an unsteady backwards lope towards the others. Her ears are ringing, her vision is doubled, and she's pretty sure she just got her second concussion of the last few weeks. She continues to fire during her retreat to keep the civilians covered.
Abigail, still out.
Geoff is bleeding heavily from multiple wounds, and other shots sink into him. He's even watching while they do. "Jayne's dead," he says to Cate. Or maybe he's just saying it. "I know it."
"Go! Go! Go! Get to cover!" Erin makes a frantic gesture at the prisoners to head towards where the other Marines are --
-- well, getting blown to bits and shot apart by Centurions. But who's really paying attention to the negative? The Centurions appear to be running out of ammunition, and they still can't take down Geoff in his meat-shield glory.
Anyhow, Erin makes sure that the civilians get the hell out of there. "Clear, clear, clear!" she calls into her com before she unloads another volley at the Rocket Man.
Frak, Abigail's still down. "Rhodes, give me some covering fire! Get behing the boulder!" Jonas yells to the prisoners as he pushes himself from cover. Going against the line of prisoners coming out, the sergeant moves towards the wounded Berkley to grab him and start to drag him to cover, even as he feels a sharp sting in his chest as he fires to keep the Centurions down.
Oh! Woah! Hello there. Shoot a Centurion in the face and it might shoot back. Charlie doesn't seem to entirely mind because she shoots it in the goddamn head. Again. While it misses her. Another round is racked up and for the time being, she stays put. "How we doing down there?" No point in being silent in the radio still. She's been spotted. But she can use her position to her advantage at least.
"Berkley, Jayne, Walker are down!" Jonas calls into the radio. "Angel Flight, Theta Nine-Four, shit's getting real down here, get that suppression on the horn asap, over!"
"Got it, Bubbles," Cate calls back, firing back at the Centurion that was shooting at them. She's not deliberately messing with him, she just forgot his name for a moment. Geoff is hit when she's trying to pull him into cover, causing her to jump a bit. "He'll be fine and so will you. Hang in there, the Raptor's on its way." Then back to Jonas, "Where the frak are those birds!?"
The sound of aircraft engines can be heard. Still a little ways away but at least help's on its way. And not a moment too soon, as more Centurions are getting closer.
"Inbound!" It's the only answer that Jonas can give at the moment as he's hit again, and as he's grabbing Berkley, he sees Lyn go down. "Oh frak my life." he hisses, releasing the downed Marine to lower his SMG and fire multiple shots into the Centurion standing over Lyn as he tries to get to her. "On my way, Muffin!" he calls out to the downed woman.
"Inbound!" It's the only answer that Jonas can give at the moment as he's hit again, and as he's grabbing Berkley, he sees Lyn go down. "Oh frak my life." he hisses, releasing the downed Marine to grab Lyn and try to shake her awake. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey." he snaps at her as he tries to drag her towards Berkley. "I need you to get your help with this Marine, so on your feet, ice princess!"
Lyn is almost there, almost to the line of cover the marines are in, her wild shot with her off hand actually plinking off the chest armor of one of the Centurions. She doesn't even feel the first shot from the autofire of another Centurion slamming into her right arm, as it went numb a few seconds ago, but then shot to her chest, right where the knife had ripped open the armor, throws her off her feet in a spray of crimson. She hits the ground, from her perspective, in slow motion, seeing her own blood as it spatters across the cobbles of the courtyard. She feels the slight bounce before she settles again, sees the faces of the other marines, and then Jonas. She knows what he's thinking and she mouths, "go." Or she tries to. But nothing comes out. If he gets dead trying to save her she will resurrect him to kill him herself. Then she's unconscious.
Cate directs Evan to put some pressure on Jayne's wounds when he winds his way down there. Although Geoff is clearly the one worst off, he's also clearly the one less likely to be of help in a firefight. "Hang in there, man," she repeats to him. "Hold pressure here." She moves his left arm over one of the holes in his chest, for all the good that it does, and moves over to Abigail.
Down goes the Rocket Man and Cent6. Also, down goes Arda. Erin's the only one remaining in center team. Great.
With Freak coming in to get the Ghost, Chilly turns her attention to the Centurion reloading: Cent4. She steps up and forward without a word, and fires a volley at that target, calling out: "Covering fire, Sergeant." And hoping to whomever that those prisoners aren't going to get torn up by the incoming enemies.
"Hayes, give me a hand with Arda and Berkley, we're pulling back!" Jonas snaps at Erin to try to get her attention as he hears the noise of the Raptors. "About frakking time.." he mutters to himself.
Geoff is malleable. He lifts his head to look down at his hand on his chest and the blood oozing around it, turning his uniform a new color.
Nope. Lyn wants to be lazy and sleep in as well. "Hayes, grab Arda, I've got Berkley! The prisoners are sprung, time to fall back!" Jonas calls out to Erin as he's moving over to the other Marine, hopeing that Erin helps with the withdraw.
"Motherfrakker." Because that hurts. It's not terrible, but it hurts. And their ride is on the way. That means Charlie has to move. And that means she has to leave cover. The woman gets to her feet and abandons cover. She does not, however, drop her rifle. Nope. She just yanks the scope, shoves it in a pocket, and flips the firing switch to burst. It's time to join up with everyone else at the rally point. And you know what that means? That means running fast as frak and hoping she can keep her head down long enough to meet up with the others. Because this? This is not a place she wants to get stuck in.
Despite Jonas' efforts, Lyn doesn't wake up. She bleeds on him, though. Her right arm, chest, and head all look like it's a miracle she's still breathing. The breathing is coming in whistling, gurgling little gasps though. One or both lungs are punctured for sure. She is like a rag doll when Erin gets to her.
Cate gets some bandages on Abigail. "Hang in there," she tells the other woman. "Raptors are coming." Though her voice is a little shaky as she says it, probably having something to do with the fullauto fire raking across their position, sending splinters up from the rocks they're behind. "Frakking hell," she breathes.
Abigail, still out.
Cate gets some bandages on Abigail. "Hang in there," she tells the other woman - nevermind that she's unconscious. "Raptors are coming." Though her voice is a little shaky as she says it, probably having something to do with the fullauto fire raking across their position, sending splinters up from the rocks they're behind. "Frakking hell," she breathes. Noticing the grenade still on Abigail's web gear, Cate says, "I'm just gonna borrow this." She pulls the pin and tosses it.
"Sergeant! We still have actives!" Active enemies, that is. Erin turns to look at Jonas, and then gestures at Lyn. "You get Arda; I'll get Barkley!" And then, she side-steps towards her fallen comrade, who is probably bleeding out or dead by now, while opening fire at the Fourth Centurion.
"We have Raptors inbound!" Jonas calls back to Erin. "We don't want to miss that flight!" he responds, even as he fires off a wild burst towards one of the Centurions as he scoops Lyn across the back of her straps. "Hold on, Ghost." Not Muffin, apparently, as he shoots Erin a glance to make sure she's on her way towards cover with Barkley.
Geoff shows no sign of getting up. Or even intending to move. He just watches the bloodstain spread.
Lyn couldn't chide Jonas even if he called her Muffin, as she is very, very unconscious. She's dead weight as Jonas scoops her across the straps. Blood trails behind her.
Cate lobs the grenade and then ducks back down into cover, just in time as more fire sends up splinters from the boulder. Cate loves that boulder. She really does. Even though there are more wounded around, they've got to survive long enough for a pickup. So she shifts her SMG back around and gets ready to fire again.
And then the blessed sound of Raptors gets closer as the ships come into view. There are several of them, with Vipers zooming overhead for cover. A few SAM missiles go up from the other side of the castle towards the ships, but no serious damage is done. Then the entire other side of the hillside is going up in a hail of explosions and cannon fire. Yay for the cavalry.
Her leg?! Her leg? Well, at least the rest of the team will know Charlie is on her way to the exit zone because she shouts. "FRAK." That hurt. That totally hurt. Tis but a graze, but it leaves her limping the rest of the way to the Raptor, leaving the others to have to handle the last Centurion over her shoulder, likely... and someone to have to haul her up into the bird.
After pulling Arda behind the boulder, Jonas is finally taking note of his injuries. "Think I've been hit a few times, Corporal, but I can give you a hand, I've had some medic training.." he pants as he moves to assist with her triage as he helps with treatment.
Once she makes it to him, Erin shoulders her now-empty weapon and reaches down to grab Barkley by the collar of his shirt. With her other hand, she pulls out her pistol and opens fire at the remaining Centurion while she drags her squadmate to the Raptors.
Meanwhile, her uniform has become wet with blood where she's been hit. Which is several places, actually, for minor damage. The exertion of taking Barkley to the ships leaves her pale and a bit shaky by the time she loads him into the nearest Raptor, and pulls herself in.
As the Raptors come in for a landing, Cate shifts back over to Geoff. "Ride's here. Come on, I've got you." She's shifting him up into a fireman's carry to haul him into the nearest Raptor. Evan has Jayne, though it's not looking good for the sergeant. Cate nods to Jonas when he comes over, looking frazzled. "Get Arda into the Raptor. We'll come back for Walker in a sec."
Geoff makes a noise of pain while he's shouldered, and then he is still and doesn't make any more noises. But he's taken plenty of damage to justify passing out now.
Nodding to Cate, Jonas helps Arda up, loading her into the Raptor as he remains boots on the ground while the others get taken care of and loaded. Once done, he's moving finally to load up himself to help with treatment of who and what he can on the way back to Vanguard.
Abigail, out for most of the last few minutes of the battle, is out like a light, though, thankfully, most of the damage avoided her head or chest. That left arm, though, that's going to be a problem. Well, that's for Cadmus to deal with back on the Vanguard. She'll settle for becoming marginally more conscious on the way back, at least enough to reach for a grenade that isn't there anymore.
They manage to stop the copious bleeding from Lyn's head, arm, and chest, but she doesn't regain consciousness on the Raptor.