2237-06-04 - Battle of the Ale (Mock)

A friendly game of laser tag on the beaches of Scorpia.

Date: 2237-06-04

Location: Beach, Scorpia

Related Scenes: None

Plot: None

Scene Number: 783

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Laser Tag on the beach! Having been issued simulators and weapons, teams were drawn at random. As a group of Marines from one of the nearby bases is setting up, Jonas wanders to find his team in the assembly area and grins as he sees Abigail. "Hey. Luck of the draw, huh?" he asks with a grin as he works on loading up his SMG. "From what I understand, they're holding a sand dune, and we have to take it from them."

Lyn went climbing with Cate earlier in the day, so she's dressed now in khaki capris and a pair of tank tops. Her hair is back in a stubby little tail poking out from under a baseball cap from the Igloo bar. She finishes getting strapped into her sim pack and eyes the laser mock weapon incredulously for a moment, before she begins looking for the team she was assigned to. Ohhhhhh Frak. That's her first thought as she sees Jonas and Abigail. She pulls out a pair of sunglasses and slides them on, putting on her game face.

Abigail comes up along the beach, dressed more for a day in the sand than actual combat. A compression bandage covering the length of her arm, though, mars the look of white bikini and royal blue cut-off shorts. A smile, as she catches sight of the gathered marines, every one on the team receiving an equally friendly greeting, "Is friendly fire going to be a thing. it should be a thing." Because laser tag.

Ingvar said to come to the beach. Come to the beach, he said. Come have some fun with us! Work off that hangover, Hayes. It'll be fine. So, Erin put on her beach gear, and -- wouldn't you know it? -- it's a combat event. Jonas clearly meant to fool here. But Erin's not going to let him get the better of her.

So, in a scandalously-revealing two piece, Erin has herself down and covered. Literally. Her left arm is still bandanged up from the Canceron engagement, but otherwise, she is very out of place for this exercise.

No, actually, not really. She looks frakkin' macho. Macho chick with gun. And her no-shit-no-nonsense expression is gloriously hot, like something out of a Top Gun flick.

"...uh. Yeah. Friendly fire? Totally not a thing." Jonas says with a laugh as he finishes loading. "Really, we're Marines. Are we going to let some locals show us up?" he asks. Then yeah, Lyn will probably just shoot him to prove a point as he walks by and gives Abigail's rump a slap. "So not shooting me in the back." he says with a smirk. "Uh. I think you're the high rank, Gale."

Surely Lyn wasn't just aiming at the back of Jonas' head as he walked by, surely not! Ahem. She moves over to look at Erin curiously. "Becoming a local, Chilly?" she asks with a faint smirk.

"I would just shoot you in the front, Ingvar." Abigail knocks Jonas with the butt of her rifle, for getting handsy, before she looks back to the group, "Arda, find yourself a comfortable position. Set up, take out any attacks of opportunity you see. Move forward as needs dictate. Hayes, forward recon, Ingvar and I will support you."

"Har har," says Erin to Lyn with a roll of the eyes. Lock and load. "Knowing my luck, I'll end up out of this naked and shot apart by the other team. Hurray." Her tone is as dry as a glacier's wind. "Just shoot anyone, would you?"

With a nod of her head, Chilly sets off to take the forward position. She looks just as good going as she does -- you know.

Moving after Abigail, Jonas smirks. "I just wanted to appreciate the view." he says, a little jump as he gets his butt swatted for the play as he falls into line and watches Lyn head off to set up. "Should have brought a blanket not to get sand where you shouldn't want sand." he says as he heads out.

The Marines have had time to set up their defensive positions and are waiting for the Timber Wolves to approach. Well, at least three of them. One of them is off to the side currently taking a leak behind some rocks, away from the group and clearly visible.

Lyn tips her baseball cap to Abigail with one hand before she moves to find high ground to shoot from. She snorts in passing at Erin, and begins carefully climbing dunes, staying low at the top to see if it's clear before proceeding. When she spots Captain Whizz, she snorts and settles down on top of a dune, to level her weapon at him.

"Lightweight." Who worries about sand? Not this girl. Abigail, falling silent, moves to follow Erin's lead, raising her rifle to aim at the dune, and the enemies coming into their sights.

Lyn fires a burst!

Lyn attacks Marine4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Lyn attacks Marine4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Arm.

Lyn attacks Marine4 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Right Arm.

Jonas fires a burst!

Jonas attacks Marine2 with Smg but hits the COVER they're behind.

Jonas attacks Marine2 with Smg but hits the COVER they're behind.

Jonas attacks Marine2 with Smg but MISSES!

Marine1 fires a burst!

Marine1 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.

Marine1 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.

Marine1 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Marine3 fires a burst!

Marine3 attacks Jonas with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest.

Marine3 attacks Jonas with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Right Leg.

Marine3 attacks Jonas with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Marine2 fires a burst!

Marine2 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Marine2 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but Lyn EVADES!

Marine2 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Erin fires a burst!

Erin attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Erin attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Arm.

Erin attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Abigail attacks Marine1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

// Marine4 has been KO'd!//

Abigail shoots as she moves, not trying to move too much out of the line of fire, trying to keep her footing on the more hardpacked sand, hoping that the sun and the angle will do something useful towards not having any real cover to hide behind.

Well, so much for the elemnt of surprise. When the Marine taking a wizz gets knocked out in the early going, and everyone else gets wise, the trap is sprung and advantage spent. Consequently, Erin doesn't really bother with trying to remain in cover. Nope. Now, it is time to press the advantage, with her rifle up against her shoulder, her target picked, and her finger pulling that trigger over and over.

Lyn clucks at the marine taking a potty break during an exercise. She taps the comm. "I have one of our brilliant enemies over on the rocks, taking him out. Scratch the brilliant part, he's pissing into the wind." She fires of a burst from her rifle at the marine, and his pack sensors light up with all sorts of wounds, before making an unpleasant honking noise to indicate he's out of the fight. "Captain Whizzer is down," she says over the comm, before she rolls to one side as two other enemies fire on her position, mostly hitting the cover, or missing entirely, other than a registered flesh wound to her chest. "Just a scratch!" she announces.

"Push, push!" Jonas calls out as Whizzer goes down, considering that they have the advantage at the moment with the other team with a man down as he moves to try to draw the Marines out of cover, the firing causing one of the Marines to break camp and fire at him as he's trying to get around the group.

Lyn fires a burst!

Lyn attacks Marine2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Lyn attacks Marine2 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.

Lyn attacks Marine2 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Erin fires a burst!

Erin attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Abdomen. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Erin attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Erin attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Abigail attacks Marine1 with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.

Jonas fires a burst!

Jonas attacks Marine1 with Smg but hits the COVER they're behind.

Jonas attacks Marine1 with Smg but MISSES!

Jonas attacks Marine1 with Smg but MISSES!

Marine2 fires a burst!

Marine2 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Marine2 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Marine2 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Marine3 fires a burst!

Marine3 attacks Jonas with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Marine3 attacks Jonas with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Marine3 attacks Jonas with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Marine1 fires a burst!

Marine1 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but hits the COVER they're behind.

Marine1 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Marine1 attacks Lyn with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Damn these sand dunes. If nothing else, the scorpian marines know how to pick cover, and Abigail doesn't manage to get in a hit at all, as she moves further along the beat. At the rate she's going, one would hope that it won't turn into a battle of fistcuffs, as her melee game is currently poor.

"My eyes are up here guys," Lyn mutters as she takes another flesh wound marker to the chest. She returns fire and deals a much more serious wound to one of the marines who had been actually paying attention before the exercise began. She keeps on target, trying to wear him down so her people below maintain the numbers.

As their buddy is ganged up on, the Scorpian Marines roar. Of course they ain't going to let three bikini clad babes conquer their beach! Coming out from behind their cover, they charge on the attack, looking to take out the Marines on the ground and ignoring Lyn to focus on the more immediate threat.

No change, really. Erin has her target pinned down behind cover. Of course, if the Scorpia Militia wants to get into it, hand-to-hand, well, she's an open-and-willing target. Kind of. Who's going to be afraid of grappling the 5-foot-3 chick in the itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny bikini? When the Scorpians charge, she turns her fire to the oncoming man, fearless and prepared. And as silent as falling snow over an Aquarian glacier.

Lyn fires a burst!

Lyn attacks Marine2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Right Leg.

Lyn attacks Marine2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Arm.

Lyn attacks Marine2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Graze wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Erin fires a burst!

Erin attacks Marine2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Erin attacks Marine2 with Rifle+Ap. Stopped by ARMOR on Chest.

Erin attacks Marine2 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Right Leg.

Abigail attacks Marine1 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Jonas fires a burst!

Jonas attacks Marine1 with Smg but MISSES!

Jonas attacks Marine1 with Smg but MISSES!

Jonas attacks Marine1 with Smg but MISSES!

Marine3 fires a burst!

Marine3 attacks Jonas with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Left Arm.

Marine3 attacks Jonas with Rifle+Ap but Jonas EVADES!

Marine3 attacks Jonas with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Marine1 attacks Abigail with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Chest.

Marine2 attacks Erin with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

// Marine1 has been KO'd!//

// Marine2 has been KO'd!//

Well, on the positive side, she helped take out a marine. On the downside, he totally shot her in the tittie before he was taken out. Abigail looks down at the red flash on her chest, before she moves in. Still a marine to go. That frakker.

Lyn fires off another round of shots at the marine of her choice, this time lighting up his pack with all sorts of noise in combination with Erin. HOOOONK! He is out of the fight. She shifts her aim towards the last enemy on the field.

Two Marines go down in rapid succession by the withering gunfire, and the last Marine is the last man standing. "Oh gods be damned, there are worse ways to go!" he calls out as he draws his knife and charges at Erin with the rubber utensil - just watch for chest wounds giving unexpected shows.

Well. Well, well, well. With the last Scorpian making a death route to her, Erin switches grips so that she can fire a few rounds before using it to parry whatever knife attack he wants to deliver. She ain't above shooting a man in the face.

Erin fires a burst!

Erin attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Incapacitated wound to Left Arm.

Erin attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap but MISSES!

Erin attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Impaired wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Lyn attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Head. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Abigail attacks Marine3 with Rifle+Ap and HITS! Flesh Wound wound to Chest. (Reduced by ARMOR)

Marine3 attacks Erin with Knife but Erin EVADES!

// Marine3 has been KO'd!//

And the last Marine hits the dirt and sand before he ever gets a chance to feel up Erin. "Ow." he mutters, as he and his buddies grumble to leave the combat area. So what were they fighting for? Besides the flag at the top of the hill? There's a small cooler at the top and a six-pack of high end Virgon Ale within.

Lyn aims right for the bastard's head that's charging her recon teammate, and pop! She bops him in the noggin, in concert with a crapton of damage from the other women of their team. "And this is why we're Timber Wolves and they aren't."

With the last of the Marines taken out, Abigail moves, not to secure the cooler, but the flag instead, tucking it into the waistband of her shorts, the butt of her rifle hitting the ground as she takes a moment to rest her bad arm. "Because we're not afraid to run and risk boob slippage?"

Erin doesn't look disappointed. She doesn't look pleased, but she doesn't look disappointed. She gives Jonas an arch look, and says to him: "Next time, tell me that it's going to be a combat mission? Or something." She makes a vague gesture with her laser rifle. "I was half-worried my goodies'd fall out of this thing. It has no support at all."

She then looks to Lyn, and grins tightly and momentarily at her. "Hi, Ghosty." Erin might have had one or two drinks before coming out.

"What if our boobs are already out?" Jonas asks as he comes to join Abigail at the top of the hill, and smirks. "Looks like you took a tit hit." Snicker.

Lyn comes down from her perch and nods to Erin. "I think your boobs bouncing around distracted them right out of the fight," she notes to the Aquarian woman.

Erin looks down at herself, and then looks back to Lyn with a critical eye. "Yes. If there's one thing I'm known for, it's my voluptuousness." Dry. Very dry. She takes a second to give Lyn a punch on the shoulder, gently and friendly. "C'mon. Let's go get something to drink to celebrate." And, yup. Erin smells a little like booze already. Bourbon.

Opening the cooler, Jonas tosses an ale to Lyn, and one to Erin, before taking out a pair for himself and carries the other to Abigail. "To victory. And some damn good ale."

"I've had worse. And Arda took a cuple more hits." As she's not drinking, Abigail moves to get clear of the cooler, to let the rest of the team enjoy their spoils. "Thanks, I'm good."

Lyn catches the ale, now that her good arm is mostly back to normal. She smirks at Erin. "You seem to be living under the illusion that only big boobs interest guys. Then again, if we had Praety out here with us, pretty sure her chest would have been lit up like a meteor shower." She sips her ale lightly. She's been careful about drinking since the galley incident.

Incidents? Abstinence? Erin knows not of these things. No, for her, like most Klingons, victory and survival are important to celebrate. She drinks her ale with gusto, and then smacks her lips. "Frak, like -- last night? -- frak, I drank." She grunts, and then rolls her eyes. "Felt like I was going to die this morning, and then someone suggests that I start drinking again. And wouldn't you know? Cleared up like that." Snort. "Huh."

Yep. Chilly's definitely looser than normal. "So, what's it like having your little sister aboard, Ingvar?" Beat. "Are we going to have to beat up gawkers on the regular?"

"She's what.. twenty-five, twenty-six? If she's still a virgin, I'd laugh more about that than not. She's a grown woman, she can make her own decisions and mistakes." Jonas says with a shrug. "I adore and love her, don't get me wrong, but the day she went to the Academy, we made a pact, personal lives are just that, personal. I'll be there when she needs a shoulder, but I'm not going to butt in on her daily." Even if she dates Lyn, he won't pry.

Abigail, for her part, seems happy enough to allow the conversation to carry on without her, toes digging into the sand as she makes her way down off of the top of the dune.

"Nee Nee can take care of herself," Lyn notes about Jonas' sister. "She's smarter than all of us combined." Apparently, she knows Leonie from before Aquaria fell. Now all she needs is for her brother to get transferred to the Vanguard and her Dad to return from the grave to bring all her ghosts back to her.

Erin blinks at Jonas, and then looks over her shoulder at Lyn. "Not saying she can't." Shrug. "Guess I just figure -- and maybe it's different for you two, since you have siblings -- but if I had an older brother or sister, I'd protest." She takes a swig from her drink. "But having someone fretting about the stupid things I may or may not do? It's better than the alternative."

"She knows I'll come down on her if she screws up. The same goes for her." he starts to say before Jonas notices Abigail angling away. "I'll see you two later." he says, leaving the remaining ales with Lyn and Erin as he goes to settle an arm around Abigail's waist. "Let's go for a walk." he says with a grin. "Sunset's soon, and I want to enjoy it."

Lyn shrugs. "Like I said, she's smart, unlike her brother and I. She won't make the same dumb mistakes we did." She gives a tight-lipped smile at that and hands Erin her ale. "I think I'm gonna head back up to the Vanguard. I need a shower. Good job on the scrimmage, everyone." She heads off towards where the shuttles are ferrying them.


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